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pterodactylterrace · 3 years

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Guys Like You Chapter 19

Title: Guys Like You

Chapter: 19

Chapter Summary: Just a bunch of random fluff for the time being.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, and so much tooth rotting fluff.

{Prologue} {Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3} {Chapter 4} {Chapter 5} {Chapter 6} {Chapter 7} {Chapter 8} {Chapter 9} {Chapter 10} {Chapter 11} {Chapter 12} {Chapter 13} {Chapter 14} {Chapter 15} {Chapter 16} {Chapter 17} {Chapter 18}

“Faye?” Henry called out, wandering into the living room where she was lounging on the couch with Kal.

“Yes?” Faye asked slowly, lifting her head from the fluffy canine’s side.

“Would you mind looking this over? Tell me if you’re ok with it?” Henry requested, handing her his phone to look over his newest Instagram post in the making, several pictures lined up and awaiting her approval.

First, was one of his signature boomer selfies, his face and chest covered in pony and princess stickers, glitter shimmering on the planes of his face, almost shining as bright as his smile. Second was a snapshot of his feet, nail polish globbed on the ends of his toes, Briar’s tiny hands in the frame adding more onto the top of his foot. Next was another selfie, his curls now tugged up into random tufts, secured with bright glittery hair ties, another amused smile on his face. Last was a small video clip of Briar painting makeup on his face, chatting away about the differences between unicorns and pegasus’, Henry asking at the very end if he was pretty yet, only for Briar to very definitively tell him ‘no’ and continue brushing over his face with more eyeshadow.

The post was captioned as:

“Girl Dad

#girldad

#glitterbomb

#amIprettynow?”

“That… that’s adorable.” Faye gushed, throwing her arms around his neck, his nervousness fading away. He had yet to introduce his fanbase to Briar. They had seen Faye a few times, different paparazzi photos surfacing of the two of them out together along with her accompanying him to the Witcher premiere. Neither of them minded Faye being photographed. She knew what she was signing up for, and Henry was always careful to only show her the good comments and headlines. The last thing he wanted was for her to be driven away thinking she wasn’t good enough again.

They had yet to reveal Briar’s presence, however. He had a Zoom interview later on in the week, and they had agreed that he could mention her if he was asked about family life. This was just him wanting to reveal his daughter on his own terms before people began trying to invade the child’s privacy. He could already see the feisty toddler chasing after someone with a camera, smacking them with her stuffed rabbit, Kal dutifully chasing after her.

Though, in retrospect, Kal may actually not chase after Briar to back her up. In the last couple of weeks, he had been by Faye’s side almost constantly. Not that he was jealous or anything, but he wasn’t exactly happy about now being Kal’s third favorite human. He’d raised that dog since he was ten weeks old, then Briar comes into his life and suddenly she’s the best thing ever. Now that Faye was pregnant, he split his time between curling up next to Faye and playing with Briar. The only time Henry spent with him was when he fed him, literally drug him out for a walk and at nighttime when he would lay on Faye’s legs all night. The poor dog was going to go crazy after the baby was born trying to split his time between everyone.

“So, is it ok to post?” Henry asked, shooing Kal from the couch so he could be closer to his fiancé. The dog was less than pleased to be uprooted form his spot, but relented and laid at her feet instead, huffing in annoyance as he laid his giant head on her tattooed foot.

“Well, nothing is showing her face, and I can tell you’re about to explode if you don’t tell the world about her soon.” Faye teased, gently kissing his stubbly cheek.

“I’m going to disable comments on it.” Henry explained, taking his phone back to finish the post and upload it to Instagram.

“Might be a good idea.” Faye agreed, peering over his shoulder as the images uploaded, hugging his thick arm to her chest. “I love you so much.”

“Aww. The baby’s making you all mushy.” Henry teased, dropping his phone onto the couch and wrapping his arms around her, kissing the crown of her head.

“Shut up.” Faye whined, leaning further into him, her face drawing into a pout.

“Please don’t cry, I was just teasing.” Henry requested softly.

“Sorry. Hormones are making me crazy.” Faye apologized, hiding her face in his chest.

“There’s no need to apologize.” Henry assured, squeezing her a little tighter.

“We’re going to have to tell Briar eventually.”

“We can’t just wait until the baby gets here and just be all ‘surprise! You’re a big sister!’?”

“No. She’s going to wonder why I’m getting so fat long before then. There will be questions. They might make me cry. Are you still going to love me when I’m huge?” Faye asked suspiciously.

“When you’re rounded out carrying my baby, tits full and just begging to be sucked on? I’m probably going to have a hard time keeping my hands off of you.”

“You can’t keep your hands to yourself now.” Faye teased, turning her head to look up at him.

“You aren’t wrong. I love feeling your skin on mine. In any way I can get it. Kissing you.” He whispered, gently kissing her neck. “Holding your hand.” He continued, tangling their fingers together as he nipped at her neck. “But best of all, I love being buried balls deep in that sweet little pussy of yours.”

“Bedroom. Now.” Faye hissed, Henry popping up with her in his arms, all to eager to carry her back to their bedroom, closing and locking the door before Kal had the chance to squeeze his way in.

~*~

“Just pull it off like a band aid, right?”

“Quick and easy and it’ll be over with.” Henry agreed, wrapping one large paw around her hip and pulling her closer.

“Briar, can you come here for a minute?” Faye called, resting a hand on his knee.

“Hi Mommy!” Briar greeted enthusiastically, practically tacking her mother as she launched herself into her lap, stuffed bunny still in tow.

“Hi.” Faye giggled, situating her daughter in her lap. “Briar, Mommy and Papa have something to tell you.” Faye started, Briar turning her wide innocent gaze up to her mother expectantly. “Henry?” Faye delegated, looking up at him.

“Princess, you’re a big sister. Mummy and Papa are having another baby.” Henry explained, Briar staring blankly up at him for what felt like an eternity, processing what he just said.

“Where?” She finally asked, Henry stifling a laugh at her innocent question.

“The baby is in Mommy’s tummy.” Faye told her, taking her daughter’s tiny hand and resting it on her stomach.

“You ate baby?!” Briar gasped, her eyes going wide as she frantically pulled up her mother’s shirt. “I get you out baby!” She yelled, poking at her mother’s navel, Henry unable to contain his laughter this time.

“The baby needs to stay in Mommy’s tummy until they’re ready to be born. They’re still too little.”

“How baby get there?” Briar asked, continuing to poke at her mother’s stomach curiously.

“Papa put the baby there so they can grow big and strong.”

“Big and strong like Papa!” Briar giggled.

“Yes, like Papa.” Faye laughed. “So, Mommy’s tummy is going to get bigger and bigger as the baby grows, just like when you were in my tummy.”

“I was in you belly?” Briar whispered in amazement. “Papa tummy get big too?”

“Yes, you were and no, I don’t see Papa getting a big tummy anytime soon.” Faye laughed.

“Nope, no tummy.” Briar confirmed after pulling up Henry’s t-shirt and taking in his still firm, furry abdomen.

“Thank you.” Henry chuckled, pushing his shirt back down and kissing the top of her head. “So, is that ok with you, princess? Would you like to be a big sister?”

“Yeah! I help with baby!” Briar squealed excitedly, hugging her stuffed bunny close to her chest and bouncing on her mother’s lap.

“Will you show Papa how to take care of a baby?” Henry asked, Briar nodding her head excitedly.

“Yeah! I show you!” She agreed.

“Ok, how do you hold the baby?” Henry asked, leaning down to look her in the eye.

“Like this!” Briar explained, cradling her stuffed rabbit in her arms.

“Ok, I think I can do that. How do you burp the baby?” Briar flipped the bunny up onto her shoulder, smacking it on the back and looking up at Henry to make sure he was paying attention. “Alright. What about feeding, how do you feed a baby?”

Without missing a beat, Briar pulled up her shirt and pressed the bunny’s face to her chest, Henry bursting out laughing along with Faye. “Very good, sweetheart.” Faye praised around a laugh, kissing the top of her daughter’s head. “Now why don’t you go play with Kal for a little bit?”

“Kal!” Briar called, hopping off her mother’s lap and running off to her room, the canine hot on her heels.

“I still don’t think I’m going to be very good at breastfeeding.” Henry lamented, Faye snickering and shaking her head.

“Yours are still bigger than mine.” Faye pointed out, playfully grabbing at his chest.

“I’m not so sure about that anymore.” Henry teased, resting one hand on the side of his chest she wasn’t groping and the other on Faye’s swollen breasts, pretending to contemplate as he shamelessly squeezed at her chest.

“You may have a point. The only bras that fit anymore are sports bras. I’m gonna need to buy more. Sports bras and swollen tits are not a fun combination right now.”

“You have my attention.” Henry purred, perking up at her declaration.

“Henry, I’m going to be getting ugly nursing bras, not sexy lingerie.”

“Why not both?”

“Really?”

“What? You’ve been pouncing me at least twice a day for the last week. How is me wanting to see my gorgeous pregnancy fiancé in something sexy out of line?”

“Ok, first of all, I haven’t been pouncing on you twice a day.” Faye started, Henry raising an amused eyebrow at her declaration. “I may have suggested we get closer a few more times than usual, but it’s not like I’m barging in while you’re busy to try and get some. I’m not some sex crazed maniac.”

“You barged in on me showering twice.”

“You do that to me all the time!”

“And I haven’t been able to complete a workout without you demanding I finish with a round of couples cardio.”

“Have you seen what you look like all sweaty with your muscles all pumped up? It’s not my fault you’re irresistible.”

“I also seem to remember you surprising me in the gaming room and riding me while I was on coms playing world of warcraft.”

“Ok, so like one slutty instance.” Faye scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“There was also that time last week when we went out for dinner. You had your hand shoved down my trousers before the driver even finished putting up the partition.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was bothering you so much.” Faye grouched, crossing her arms and scooting away from him.

“You’re not bothering me at all.” Henry laughed, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer. “I’m just making a point. You can’t keep your hands off of me, and I’m loving every minute of it.”

“Wouldn’t mind your hands on me a little more.” Faye lamented, turning sideways on the couch and tossing her legs over his, leaning back to rest her head on the armrest.

“Are you hinting at something?” Henry asked, his fingers just barely skimming above the waistband of her leggings, a shiver following in their wake.

“Probably not what you’re thinking. My calves have been really tight lately. It would be great if my loving fiancé were to rub them down for me.”

“Are you sure that’s all you’re wanting?” Henry teased, his hands sliding down her legs to gently knead at her tense muscles.

“We’ll see.” Faye half yawned, already settling down for her usual mid-afternoon nap.

~*~

“Faye.” Henry started out sternly, crossing his arms and raising a brow at his fiancé as she attempted to look innocently over her shoulder.

“Yes, my love?”

“What do you have there?”

“Nothing.”

“So, it’s not another cup of coffee that I’m smelling?” Henry challenged, crossing the room as Faye sat the cup down on the counter, spinning around to face him.

“But… the baby…”

“The baby is the exact reason you asked me to make sure you’re not drinking as much caffeine. Remember what the doctor suggested? Only one a day.” Henry scolded, gripping her hips to pull her closer.

“The baby wants coffee.” Faye whimpered, giving him her best puppy dog face.

“Then the baby will have to settle for decaf.”

“It’s not the same! Why are you being so mean?”

“I’m not. You told me not to let you drink more caffeine than you should, so I am.”

“Can’t you just leave me alone for two minutes? One extra every now and then is fine!” Faye growled.

“Of course I can leave you alone. I’m doing what you asked me to, so don’t yell at me.” Henry stated calmly, reaching past her to grab the pot from the coffee maker, dumping it out and taking it with him to his office, wincing at her irritated ranting. She had been very clear and adamant about him monitoring, and limiting her caffeine intake, especially coffee. Unfortunately, her most recent craving had been exactly what he had been told to keep her from. Why couldn’t she just crave normal things, like pickles and ice cream? No, she had to be obsessed with something she couldn’t have, and now she was extremely upset with him for doing exactly what she had asked him to do. He could almost feel more gray streaking through his hair.

He was just finishing up a phone call with a contractor when he could hear her again, this time strangled sobs and quiet sniffles meeting his ears rather than her ranting. He was up and out the door in a second, almost running into her when he found her loitering just outside the door.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” Henry asked, holding her shoulders gently and leaning down to look at her more closely.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” Faye apologized, looking up at him with red rimmed eyes.

“Faye, please don’t cry.”

“I’m sorry, I just feel really bad. You’re just doing what I asked, and I started screaming at you!”

“Faye, darling, please calm down.” Henry soothed, pulling her closer and letting her cry into his chest. “I’m not mad, I know you didn’t mean it.”

“I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”

“Faye, I’m not mad.” Henry insisted, kissing the top of her head. “There’s nothing to forgive. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Faye sniffled, wrapping her arms around his thick waist and squeezing him tight. “I’m sorry I was acting so crazy.”

“There’s nothing to worry about.” Henry repeated, rubbing her back softly. “The builders are going to be starting later on this week.”

“Really?” Faye sniffed, looking back up at him, Henry cupping her face and wiping her tears away with his thumbs.

“Yes. I told you we would get it done in time. It does mean we’ll have to watch Kal when he’s outside now, make sure he’s not getting into anything.”

“This doesn’t even feel real. I’m engaged to an amazing man, pregnant with his baby, living in a house with more than two rooms in it, and now we’re building a guest house out back.” Faye half laughed, reaching up to rest her hands on his wrists.

“Well, originally I wanted to move back to Jersey before we started expanding out family, but well… that didn’t happen. I don’t think moving out of a house we just moved into while you’re pregnant is a good idea, and we don’t have any family that lives close. Next best thing is building a guest house so family can stay without everyone being under each other’s feet.”

“Are you still wanting to move back to Jersey?”

“It would be wonderful if we could, but only if that’s also what you want. I just wanted us to be closer to family.”

“Maybe after I recover would be a good time. Kinda sucks that we’re building just to sell the house not long after.”

“We don’t have to sell it. Unless you’re not wanting to come back here at all.”

“Hen, you have to remember, I’m not the kind of person that owns multiple houses. I’m used to renting questioningly inhabitable apartments.”

“Never again.” Henry stated firmly. “Only the best for you from now on.”

~*~

Five minutes. They made it five minutes before being interrupted. Four minutes longer than he thought it would take. He gave Briar specific instructions not to come into his office until the door was open again. He never should have said anything. She normally never went into his office, finding the room ‘boring’ even after she put stickers all over the back of the door and window clings to the window. Now that he had told her not to come in, she was looking for reasons to do just that.

The interviewer had just asked him a question, and he opened his mouth to answer when he saw the door opening out of the corner of his eye.

“Yes, Princess?” Henry sighed, smiling and turning his head to see her standing perfectly still in the doorway.

“Hi.” She whispered, quickly running over to him and throwing her arms around his leg. “I love you!”

“I love you too, Princess.” Henry replied quietly, gently removing her from his leg and shooing her off towards the door, “Papa’s busy right now, so you need to wait outside, ok?”

“Ok.” Briar agreed, sitting down in the open doorway and staring at him again.

“Can you close the door, please?”

“But I wanna see you.” Briar pouted, her face falling at his stern look, standing herself up and closing the door again. He could faintly hear her crying her way down the hall, his heart shattering at the sound.

“Sorry.” Henry apologized, shifting uncomfortably. He wanted nothing more than to go and apologize for pushing her away like that, but the interview wasn’t quite over yet.

“Was that your daughter?”

“Yes, it was.” Henry responded, unable to keep the smile from his face.

“When are we going to get a peek at your family? There have been rumors of you settling down.”

“Yes, I am settling down.” Henry agreed, “I have found the most wonderful, amazing woman. We don’t want the children to be drawn into everything, though. That’s a pretty big boundary for us.”

“Children? As in, more than one?”

“We do see more children in our future.” Henry skittered around the question. Faye had been adamant about waiting until they knew what they were having before announcing it to the world.

“Papa, I brought you something.” Briar’s small voice cut in, peeking her head around the cracked open door, holding up a sticker she had already peeled from its backing.

“Thank you, princess. Papa’s trying to work now.” Henry chastised softly, leaning down when she crossed the room to let her place the pony sticker on his cheek.

“Almost done?” Briar asked hopefully, batting her lashes at him.

“Almost. Why don’t you go get Kal’s leash on him? We’ll take him for a walk just as soon as I finish up here.”

“Ok, Papa!” Briar gasped excitedly, rushing out the open door again.

“That should give us about two minutes.” Henry laughed, turning his attention back to the screen. “I’m terribly sorry about all the interruptions. I would have come in person, but my fiancé isn’t feeling quite well, and I didn’t want to leave her.”

“It’s alright, I understand.” The interviewer assured, flipping through their notes again. “Last question, do you have any future projects in the works?”

“I have one movie that is in post right now, but I haven’t lined anything up right now for afterwards. I’m focusing more on family at the moment.”

“You’ve stated before that having a family was your dream. What’s it feel like to have it actually happening right now?”

“I’m happier now than I’ve ever been.”

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imaginesbymk · 3 years

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“Something’s Wrong with Mr. Pink.”

Reservoir Dogs One Shot

Summary: There’s been spark between you and Mr. Pink, but he’s one to shield his emotions. He realizes he’s starting to lose you, but he’s out of ways to win your heart. Desperate, he approaches Mr. White for help.

Pairing: Mr. Pink x Fem!Reader

Tags: swearing, sexist remarks, smoking + mentions of drug use (marijuana)

Non Requested

Word Count: 2,054

Author’s Note: as you can tell, quentin tarantino movies have been on my list!!! the reader is codenamed Miss Beige!! i never thought i’d have this much appreciation for steve buscemi until now, he’s such a cool guy :((( also thank you @myriadimagines for checking my title capitalization aksnskdns - leave a like/reblog + feedback!!! <333

MR. BROWN gave Mr. Pink a ride to the next meeting, and the whole trip there, Brown rambled on and on about God knows what. It came through one ear and out the other for Pink. Brown didn’t seem to notice because of his investment of his proven theory of a movie he had seen and wanted to share it with someone.

If he wasn’t listening in silence, Pink would always have something to say. It would usually be a comment, an opinion on something about social life. This one afternoon, he bit his tongue, despite the guys knowing his mind was occupied, even Nice Guy Eddie raised a brow. It didn’t start the day they were all given your colour coded names. It didn’t start the day they reviewed the plan of the heist with each other. It all started when you two were unintentionally left alone at the large dining table, moments after the guys had walked out the restaurant for something.

“Pink’s a pretty colour.” You gave him a reassuring smile, stirring your straw in your milkshake.

“To you.”

“And to anyone else who would want to be codenamed Pink!” you scoff. “Sexist.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re Miss Beige,” he says, his mouth full of his toast.

“And I happen to like my name. It’s a pretty colour,” you paused. “Just like pink.”

Pink huffs, swirling his coffee mug. “I can’t wait to smoke.”

“Lucky.”

“My buddy sets up Thai sticks like it’s one of those model boats in a bottle. It’s so fragile to him, and he saved one for me. Something tells me I owe him a shit ton.”

“You smoke Thai sticks?” you ask. “Your poor lungs.”

“Nah, I gotta smoke outta one anytime after coffee just for me to either black out or jump off the Empire State building by the time we hit Easter.”

You chuckled.

From the windows of the restaurant, you could see the guys standing outside their parked cars including Nice Guy Eddie and Joe, talking to each other about whatever. You could see their mouths moving, Nice Guy Eddie using a lot of hand motions at Mr. White, and Joe calling someone on the phone.

This wasn’t the first time you spent a limited amount of minutes alone with Mr. Pink. At Uncle Bob’s Pancake House, you two did sit close to each other, except Mr. Blue sat in between the both of you, and you had to lean forward to see Mr. Pink if he was speaking or if you two were giving each other looks if someone said something stupid.

If you were that childish, you would've considered the five minutes of alone time with Mr. Pink a first date - without the formal introduction. You two didn’t give each other your names because of Joe, but you wouldn’t mind slipping it out.

Silence, and then-

“I know this really cool café near my apartment. We should check it out sometime,” you blurted out.

Pink was in the midst of swallowing his food. He chokes on his ketchup dipped toast, taking his coffee mug to chase the contents down his throat.

“Wait a minute-” Pink cleared his throat, then cleared it again. “Are you-” he cleared his throat for the final time. “Are you asking me out?”

“Y-yeah,” you sheepishly smile, holding in your breath. “I mean, we can go get coffee, hang out at my place afterwards - it’s just a five minute walk - and sit on my couch, listen to K-Billy’s Super Sounds of the ‘70s, you can smoke your Thai stick, I wouldn’t mind...” By looking at Pink’s face made you trail off your words. You knew where this was going.

“You couldn’t ask Brown or Orange?”

“No, I wanted to ask you. We’ve been talking lately, we seem to get along, thank God, and you’re really cool. Even when you can be an absolute dick almost all the time, you haven’t scared me off. Just one date, it won’t kill us.”

“A date...” he frowns a bit. “With you?”

“What’s wrong with me?” your heart sank.

“Nothing’s wrong with you, Miss Beige. Ya just got the wrong idea. We’re here for a job, not to hook up. If you want to suck someone off, try your luck with Mr. Blonde. Besides, I go for chicks at a bar. I know from experience, they’re always coming in hot - first come, first serve typa’ shit.”

“Right. My bad.” You felt yourself shrinking now, fighting the urge to get up and make a dash outta there, somewhere to scream in embarrassment, whatever emotion it was.

“Excuse me.” Mr. Pink gets up and walks away, just as the rest of the guys start making their return to the large table.

“Where did Mr. Pink go?” Mr. Orange asked.

“Little men’s room, I’m guessing.” You sighed, sliding the milkshake away from you. “I’m full.”

“Something’s wrong with Mr. Pink. Did you guys get in a fight? We were only gone for five minutes,” Mr. Brown laughs.

You sat in silence, staring down.

“Nah, I bet she finally put him in his place and he’s crying like a baby in there,” Mr. Blue said, lighting the cigar in his mouth with a match.

“Most definitely not.” Mr. White shook his head, patting his pockets in search of his lighter. “That man’s a smartass, and smartasses like him know how to shield themselves. He’s fine. If anything, he can walk his ass home.”

Meanwhile, Mr. Pink calmly entered the restroom, placed both hands on each side of the tiny sink, stared at his reflection in the dirty mirror, and screamed in anger.

He jumps when he notices a man had appeared from one of the stalls just a moment ago, staring at him worriedly.

“WHAT?!” Mr. Pink snaps.

If someone treated him like a friend, he goes along with it if they weren’t weird or creepy. If someone told a joke, he’ll laugh if it isn’t corny or cringeworthy. But if someone admitted their feelings to him? Let alone ask him out?

That was the thing: Mr. Pink doesn’t like the idea of vulnerability. He’s aware that it’s unavoidable, it’s human nature - he just chooses not to give into it. Mr. Pink won’t waste a breath giving anyone the impression that he’s easy to get along with and that he’s a kind of guy to not act like a complete jerk half the time, because that’s not true. Not on his behalf, at least.

“Mr. White,” Mr. Pink approaches him in the vacant room at the hideout one day.

He knows people can judge. So he naturally survives on witty remarks, being a sarcastic ass most of the time, and coffee, coffee, and more coffee. Coffee times six.

Mr. White finishes combing his hair in the small mirror, nodding at him as a response. “You all right, son?”

But at the same time, his heart was telling him he wants you all to himself. “I got a problem...”

"SO you want my help?” Mr. White said, a few moments after Mr. Pink had explained the situation he was stuck in. “You’re completely hopeless right now? Gosh, is it my birthday already?”

“You’re full of shit,” Pink mumbled.

“Thought you’re s’posed to be a fuckin’ professional, like you said?” Mr. White chuckled. “I would have thought you would know what to do by now.”

“What am I, the Dalai Lama? I don’t know the answer to everything.”

“I mean... I kinda figured something was goin’ on between you two, I tried to warn her,” White shoots him a blank stare.

“Warn her?” Mr. Pink scowls. “Like I’m some fuckin’ tiger on the loose?”

“I did tell her: Listen, honey,” Mr. White grimaced, as he saw you like a sixteen-year-old teenager not knowing better than to get her heart broken. “Are you one hundred percent sure you like Mr. Pink? He’s a pretty cynical guy. You know he doesn’t tip waitresses?”

You shrug.

“Look, I know I can be very close to myself while very outspoken but,” Mr. Pink sighs. “I mean, c’mon, you’ve seen Miss Beige. Who wouldn’t want her? One time, she called in sick for a job she worked at just to play Super Mario World.”

“You could go there and apologize to her.”

“It’s not that easy, White.”

“How so? Just tell her you freaked out but you had a change of heart.”

“No, man. I could have accepted it right there and then, I could be taking her out somewhere, a place she likes, or that café she was talking about. But no, I turn into the cold piece of shit I always am ‘cause I’m a fucking-” Mr. Pink kicks the rusty chair in anger. “-idiot!” He kicks it again, hurting his foot in the process. He cries out in pain and hops away to the table for balance.

“Mr. Pink, it’s not too late to win her heart. If you really like her, and I can tell you’d take a bullet for her, then brush the professionalism aside for one second and make your move.”

“How?” he chuckles, taking a seat in the chair he had just kicked.

“Well, you can start by introducing yourself.”

“Already done.”

“No I mean, your name.”

“Whoa, whoa whoa. What we’re not gonna do is that.” Mr. Pink ran his fingers through his hair, turning his back to White to therapeutically stare at the light pink tiles on the walls.

“Why not?” White shrugs. “I told her mine. And it’s-”

Mr. Pink turned around. “What?”

Mr. White furrowed his brows. “Huh?”

“You told her your name?” he said. In his mind he prayed Mr. White gave her a fake name on the spot.

“I mean, not just her. Mr. Orange, too. My first name and where I was from, it was a normal conversation.”

“...WHY?!” Pink’s voice echoed in the warehouse.

“Orange asked.”

“You know what Joe said, we’re not supposed to reveal any personal info about ourselves!”

“Joe said this, Joe said that- fucking teacher’s pet,” Mr. White mocks.

“What the hell were you thinking, White?” he shouts.

“How else can you and Miss Beige take a step further if you can’t even tell each other your fuckin’ names? Just introduce yourself, Pink. That’s one way to start,” Mr. White says.

“And what if she doesn’t like my name?” He could only come up with such a question like that.

“What is your name?”

“Fuck you, man.” Mr. Pink stood up from the chair, earning a chuckle from his colleague.

“All right, if you won’t tell me your name, then tell y/n. Y/n should be the only one who can know.”

Mr. Pink turned back to him again. “Y/N?” he says. “That’s her name?”

Mr. White nods. As heated as Mr. Pink was, he knew one day your name would have to fall out of his lips and not a colour, and he wouldn’t mind that. Y/N...

Mr. Pink wouldn’t mind that one bit.

FROM now on, the café near your apartment complex would be your go-to. It was a café not too small but not too big, and no one would bat an eye if you showed up in your pajamas. The following Saturday you went there alone, sipping your coffee and turning to the second page of the morning paper.

What sucked was the fact that after you were turned down, you came to think that Mr. Pink wouldn’t be able to see how cool the interior was. He sure was missing out. Sure his Thai stick won’t be stinking up your living room while throwback songs from the ‘70s play on the radio, but indeed, sucks for him.

“Shit, you were right, y/n. This place is pretty neat.”

The newspaper crinkled when you lowered it down. Standing at the foot of your booth was Mr. Pink. This time he didn’t have on his silly Hawaiian shirt like last time, and no, he didn’t ironically wear pink as a kind gesture. He did look good in a white tee, though.

You had to smile. He knew your name. And you wondered how...

“Oh, Mr. Pink. Morning,” you nodded.

He takes a seat in front of you. “C’mon, we’re not at work. Just call me—”

THE END

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luke-patterson-owns-my-soul · 3 years

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Tiny Pretty Phantoms

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Title: Tiny Pretty Phantoms

Words: 2241 (only a short one)

Summary: Charlie and his girlfriend are separated by work.

Requested: Sort of. The lovely and talented @dream-a-little-bigger-x got this request. Charlie x reader where the reader is on a tv show like ahs or something that’s not necessarily “kid friendly”. But as she’s not taking them atm, I decided to swipe this one. I hope the anon who requested it doesn’t mind.

TW: Swearing, alluding to sexual intercourse. That’s it I think. If I miss anything, message me so I can edit.

Author’s notes: I’m baccccckkkk. This was my way of getting back into writing reader fic. It’s been a while, and I hope y’all haven’t forgotten me. Also, while I’ve seen Tiny Pretty Things, I know nothing about the cast, so anything I’ve written, is completely made up.

Being back at home in my parent’s home was both reassuring and strange all at the same time. I’d been living in L.A. for almost two years, hundreds of miles away from home. While I missed my family like crazy, I loved being out in the world, being independent, and chasing my dreams.

However, rejection after rejection after rejection were beginning to weigh heavy on me and I had been starting to regret making the move. I’d been considering heading back home and teaching dance to kids. Then, I met Charlie through a mutual friend.

From the moment I met him, there was something that drew me to him; it wasn’t particularly hard. He was charismatic, funny, and crazy talented. The good looks were an added bonus. From that first meeting, we’d been inseparable and after six months, I gave up my apartment and moved in with Charlie and his friends.

We both booked jobs on upcoming TV shows within a week of one another, and we’d celebrated the news hard. A week of partying with your friends had wrecked the apartment, but it had totally been worth it. The main difference between our shows were the target audience. His, Julie and the Phantoms was aimed at a younger demographic to mine, Tiny Pretty Things. I was just glad to be using my ballet background as well as my acting abilities. He was also playing a main character, while I was to be in the background.

I was jolted from my memories by my phone ringing, Charlie’s face filling the screen. With a smile, I answered the facetime call.

“Hey, you.”

“Hey, babe. I miss you.” Charlie was still in L.A., but he was at a boot camp thing that the legendary Kenny Ortega was running.

“I miss you too. How’s it going?” in answer to my question, he held up his hand. I could see band aids wrapped around his fingers. “What did you do?”

“It’s nothing. Guitar war wounds.”

“Poor baby.” I snarked, grinning at the mock upset look on his face. “Oh please. You’re loving every minute.”

“Babe, I really am.” His grin was wide. “When do you fly out to Toronto?”

“Not for another three weeks. I’m back in L.A. the day after tomorrow though. Will I get to see you?”

“I don’t know. I’m not sure if we get any time off before we head up to Vancouver for filming.”

I couldn’t help the groan that escaped me. I hadn’t seen him for over two weeks, and I was going insane. It was one of the reasons behind my trip to see my family. They were enough to distract me, at least until I climbed into my childhood bed, the bed that only held me at night. That was when I missed him the most.

“That sucks.” I felt the lump in my throat, an indication I was close to tears.

“I know, babe. I know. I’m gonna try and get back, even if it’s just one night.”

“Please do.” I missed him, missed waking up next to him, missed just goofing around and hanging out with him. He was the man I loved, and I hated us being apart.

:: ::

I’d been in Toronto for almost six weeks. A month and a half had passed since I last saw Charlie, and it was killing me. It wasn’t as if I was alone, far from it. I may not have been playing a main character, but the entire cast of Tiny Pretty Things were close, even those of us in the background. We’d all been put through our dancing paces until we were exhausted – that had a habit of bringing people together.

Charlie and I spoke most days, if we could, and when we did, we were often interrupted by cast mates. Through our facetime calls I became friends with Jeremy, Owen, and Madison, and he became friends with the girls I was rooming with, and Brendan who played Shane. He and I had been partnered up during rehearsals and had become close. It didn’t bother him I wasn’t a main character and he was.

I had a rare night off while the main cast were working hard on some night scenes, so I was able to kick back in my room and relax. And I made the most of it. While a hot bath was running, I connected my phone up to my speaker and hit play on a relaxing playlist Charlie had made for me before we’d had to say our goodbyes and fly to opposite end of Canada.

I’d just sank into the steaming water, bubbles up to my chin when my phone rang. Reaching over, I managed to pick it up, and saw Charlie’s face on the screen. Quickly swiping, I answered the call, despite wanting to stare at the photo I’d taken almost a year ago when we’d gone camping.

“Well, if I’d have known you were in the tub, I would have called sooner.” He grinned as he spoke, making me roll my eyes.

“Charles Gillespie, you’re a damn perv.” I attempted to scold him as he pretended to try and look around the screen to see if he could see anything. Joke was on him, the bubbles came up to my neck.

“Only for you.” I laughed at the corny line. “Hey, why are you in the bath anyways?”

“Because I ache like a motherfucker and I don’t have any night shoots tonight. So, a hot bath is in order. I’ve been dancing almost non-stop for ten hours a day for six weeks. I never did this much when I was with the company.” I knew I was whining; knew I sounded like a petulant child, but I needed to get it off my chest. All of us in the cast moaned to one another, but it wasn’t the same as venting to my boyfriend, no matter how much I loved my job.

“I’m sorry, babe. If I could take the aches away, I would.” I knew he would too.

“I know. Ignore me, I shouldn’t be putting this on you. How’s your set?”

We chatted for almost an hour, Charlie making me laugh about his previous night’s filming eating what he said felt like hundreds of cold hot dogs, making me laugh so much, my stomach was starting to hurt when I climbed out of the bath – much to his enjoyment – and wrapped myself up in a large, soft towel. We carried on talking as I made my way into my room and got myself ready for bed.

“Look, I gotta go. But I’ll call you tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” I couldn’t help but sigh when the call ended, and as I snuggled up in bed, wearing one of his t-shirts, I also couldn’t help crying. It was the longest we’d been apart in over six months, and even though I was loving my job, it hurt how much I missed him.

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When I walked onto set the following day, it felt as if everyone was acting a little shifty. No one seemed to look at me directly and whenever I initiated a conversation, they either found something else to do, or the director made us begin working.

“Hey, we’re all going out for dinner and karaoke tonight. Make sure you look pretty.” Brendan whispered in my ear as we got into position in the ballet class, ready for our scene.

“Uh, okay. Sure.” He gave me a smile before walking away.

We’d all be out a few times during filming and the rehearsals we’d had before, but this was the first I’d heard about plans for tonight. Rolling my neck and stretching my arms, I put it out of my mind as I followed the instructions of the director as the scene began around me.

By the end of the day, I was yet again exhausted, and the last thing I wanted to do was go out. But, as I packed up my gear, putting my comfiest shoes on, Brendan came over.

“Don’t forget we’re going out. We’re all meeting up in about an hour. Make yourself pretty.”

“Can I give it a miss? I’m ready to have a shower and crawl into bed.” He knew how I was feeling, I could see it etched onto his face too.

“Not tonight, sweetheart. Attendance is mandatory for all.” He flashed me a wide smile before spinning away from me, no doubt off to get ready.

When I got back to the apartment I was sharing with a couple of the other female background cast, they were almost ready. The three of them ushered me into the bathroom to shower, telling me to find a nice dress.

The shower did reinvigorate me, and by the time I was dressed and applying my make-up, I was feeling much better, and was even looking forward to some great food and a good night. There were no shoots the next day, so we were able to let our hair down for the night.

When we all met up, the atmosphere was electric. We’d all worked so hard, and were more than ready for a night of not having to worry about getting up early or having to be in hair and make-up at the crack of dawn.

“Ready for a great night?” Brendan asked, linking arms with me as our huge group began to walk to a restaurant nearby we’d all been to on more than one occasion.

“I am actually. Thanks for making me come.”

“No worries, sweetheart.” He placed a kiss on the top of my head before turning to talk to the two guys behind us.

:: ::

Moving from the restaurant after dinner, we all made our way to a club where all of us were able to let go. I got myself a drink from the bar, and stood on the edge of the dance floor, watching my cast mates and friends having the time of their life, showing off their dancing skills. Laughing, I finished my drink, I put my empty glass down and joined them, losing myself in the deep bass. Brendan was in the center, lapping up the attention in a way only he could. He and Barton, who played Oren in the show, were busting out one of their routines from the show and had attracted a hell of a crowd.

As everyone whooped and hollered, I moved away, needing to head to the bathroom. I pulled my phone out of my purse to check if I’d missed any messages or calls from Charlie, but my screen was blank beyond a photo of the two of us. Disappointment flooded me as I shoved the phone back into my purse. Just as I zipped it up, I crashed into someone, strong hands grabbing my waist to stop me falling over.

Thinking my mind was playing tricks on me as my senses were invaded by the aroma of Charlie, the aroma I knew as well as my own. I looked up to find my boyfriend smiling down at me.

“What… how… huh?”

“Surprise, by airplane, Brendan organized it. Hew knew you were missing me as much as I missed you, So Kenny gave me a couple days off while Madi does some scenes with Jadah.”

“You’re really here?” I still wasn’t sure I was hallucinating.

“I’m really here, until tomorrow afternoon.”

With a squeal, I flung my arms around his neck, and kissed him. The evening suddenly got one hundred percent better.

:: ::

Waking up wrapped up in Charlie’s arms was the best thing. I’d missed it so much, and I knew I was going to struggle when he had to leave again, but I felt so happy being with him.

After he’d surprised me at the club, we’d mingled with my friends for a while before slinking away, going back to the apartment and making the most of the quiet as we got reacquainted with one another, multiple times, all night. So much so that when I managed to untangle myself from Charlie’s arms and legs to go to the bathroom, I ached in a completely different way I had been from work.

Once I was finished in the bathroom, I swiped my phone off the counter in the kitchen and sent a text to Brendan.

Thank you. I owe you one.

Once it had sent, I set the phone down and crawled back into bed with Charlie, making the most of having him with me. Especially naked.

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March 7, 2021: Onward (2020) (Part One)

Finding Nemo.

That’s my favorite Pixar film. Real talk, no arguments, and today’s movie? NOT dethroning it. This movie is so hard-wired into my brain, that the second I typed the words of the title, the theme song ran through my head, where it lives rent-free. It will be a cold day when I don’t find an excuse to shout “NEMOOOO!!!! I HAVE TO FIND MY SON!!” at any opportune moment. I will never stop swimming. Whenever I catch a Chinchou or Lanturn in a Pokémon game, I name it “Goodfeeling’sgone”.

SHARK BAIT OOH HA HA

YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE DEPTHS OF MY LOVE FOR THIS MOVIE.

...Ahem. So, yeah, I love FInding Nemo. For the record, the sequel ain’t bad. And also for the record, there’s only one Pixar movie that I consider to be bad, and it’s the one you’d think. You know, the one about ageism. The one where somebody dies by torture? The bad spy movie?

...the second one about cars?

Which means, YES. I DON’T THINK The Good Dinosaur IS THAT BAD! Not exactly good, but its gorgeous, and just kinda boring, not outright terrible. That Styracosaurus, though...that dude is great.

Anyway, off of Pixar for a sec, huh? What about fantasy? I’m a big tabletop RPG nerd, and I’m currently the GM for a Pathfinder campaign, a Pokémon RPG, and a Mutants and Masterminds game, while also playing in a Pathfinder game as well. Yeah, I’m a busy dewd. But what I’m saying is, this movie should be preaching to the choir for me. I’m a Pixar lover who plays RPGs. I’m ready for this. I’m ready for CGI Bright. Which is another way of saying, I’m ready for a version of Bright that doesn’t suck.

So, why haven’t I seen it until now? I mean...COVID-19. This film got FUCKED. But, no matter! It’s on Disney Plus, I’ve got Disney Plus, so let’s get this baby STARTED! Let’s get updated on some Pixar! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap (1/2)

OK, immediately digging the soundtrack over the Disney logo as we jump in here! Very ethereal, very fantasy, very LotR, I LIKE it, I LIKE it! And then...long ago, the world was full of wonder!

We get a view of the world of olde, with magic and many mystical, mythical creatures living together and adventuring. However, as magic wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to use, it eventually gave way to technology, fading away in a world now very similar to ours.

Basically, it’s about the same as our world, except for a few different races, and the fact that dragons are basically dogs, and unicorns are basically raccoons, which is fuckin’ fantastic.

We enter the home of teenage elf Ian Lightfoot (Tom Holland) and introverted now-16-year-old who lives with his mother, Laurel (Julia Louis-Dreyfus) and his older brother Barley (Chris Pratt). Barley’s a tabletop RPG nerd who’s also a fan of the magical past. Said obsessions cause a strain on his relationship with Ian, and with that of his mother’s boyfriend, centaur policeman Colt Bronco (Mel Rodriguez).

After a discussion about Barley’s recent attempt to protect an old magical monument from destruction, he accidentally damages the sweatshirt that Ian is wearing, which was owned by their late father, Wilder. Ian rushes out, flustered, despite Barley’s attempts to bond with him. Well, looks like we have a sense of the plot for this one.

On his way to school, Barley stops to get some food when he meets Gaxton (Wilmer Valderrama), an old college friend of his father’s. From Gaxton, he learns things about his father that he never knew, like that he was bold and standout. From there, Barely pledges to try and be more self-confident, like his father.

Whiiiiiiich, doesn’t exactly work once he gets to school. He fails to stand-up to a jerky guy at school, he fails in his driving class, and he fails to ask other high school kids to his birthday party. But to be fair, Barley helps a bit with that last one when he shows up with Guinevere, his busted-ass van with a unicorn painted on the side. Which is supposed to be uncool...but I kinda dig it, not gonna lie.

After that, Ian completely flubs the invitation bit, confusing the people he was talking to, and disappointing himself in the process. He gets a ride home with Barley, and goes home to talk to a tape recording of his dad. Which is...beautifully sad, and somehow very easy to identify with. So, yeah, it’s gonna be that kind of Pixar movie.

Ian talks to his mom about his father at his age, asking if he was ever unsure. She says yes, but couples this with a surprise: a gift from his late father, who died of a terminal illness shortly after Ian’s birth. The gift is for both Ian and Barley, and was meant to be opened when they were both over 16.

She gets it from the attic, and they unwrap it, where it’s revealed to be a wizard’s staff. Which is weird, because Wilder was an accountant. In a pocket of the wrapping cloth, there’s a letter written by Wilder with the narration from the beginning of the film (that “Long ago” bit).

Also included is a spell, written by Wilder so that he could see who his sons grew up to be. This “Visitation Spell” would appear to be a way to bring Wilder back for 24 hours. Barley, being the magic-lover that he is, tries multiple times to cast the spell with the staff, but fails to do so, much to his and Ian’s great disappointment.

However, when Ian tries to read the spell out of curiosity later, the staff begins to react, and the spell begins to work. Barley comes in as this is happening, and the spell works...halfway. It starts to fail, and Barley offers to help, but Ian pulls the staff away, and the spell stops as the Phoenix crystal inside it shatters.

Looks like another bust, but it’s not a complete failure. And if you’ve seen literally any trailer for this movie, you know what happens.

Although it’s just his legs and feet, it’s still Wilden Lightfoot (Kyle Bornheimer...technically). The boys decide to try and complete the spell, but need another Phoenix Gem to do so. According to Barley’s “historically accurate” TTRPG, Quests of Lore, they will be able to find one by accepting a quest from the place where all quests start: the Manticore’s Tavern. And so, the quest begins!

The brothers and their half-dad board Guinevere and drive to the Manticore’s Tavern. On the way, Barley convinces Ian to practice some spells from the games rulebook, but they don’t work because Ian’s not invoking his passion (or his “heart’s fire”, as Barley calls it). Meanwhile, Laurel figures out where they’re headed, but doesn’t know exactly why...yet.

After the journey, they make it to the Manticore’s Tavern, which is now essentially a themed Chuck E. Cheese’s restaurant, owned and managed by Corey (Octavia Spencer), a very overworked manticore. Which is pretty great, not gonna lie.

They try to get the actual map to the Phoenix’s Gem from her in order to conjure their Dad, but she no longer sends adventurers on dangerous quests, mostly because she doesn’t want to get sued by any injured adventurers. When Ian argues with her about this, she IMMEDIATELY DIVES INTO AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS/MID LIFE CRISIS!

It’s, uh...it’s kind of amazing. Having completely lost it at this point, she basically tears down the entire building with her bare hands and fire-breath. Unfortunately, the map to the Phoenix Gem is burnt in the process of Corey’s literal meltdown. However, as Wilden’s about to be crushed by a couple of falling beams, Ian taps into his heart’s fire.

Nice. They get out of there, and head out for the Gem, using a child’s placemat replica of the real map to make their way to a place called Raven’s Point. However, rather than just follow the goddamn map, Barley decides to go on much more dangerous road known as the “Path of Peril”, once again following the “call of adventure” and his gut.

Which...yeah, Barley’s not really considering the reality of this whole situation, which fits his personality. He’s a dreamer, despite the rational and reasonable solution in front of him. And, in case you weren’t sure, I’m pretty sure that isn’t a good thing.

Ian points out the correct point that what actually matters is that they send enough time with their father, and they do indeed take the straightforward path. Good! Barley listened to Ian’s suggestion after all. However, they hit another snag when the car breaks down, completely out of gas. Problem.

Meanwhile, Laurel makes her way to the Manticore’s place, only to find it on fire! She meets Corey, who tells her that she’s met her boys, and told them about everything...except the curse. Also, there’s a curse. Laurel, who is the best movie Mom ever, tricks a policeman interviewing Corey to diverting his attention away from her, and smuggles her into her car to help find (and maybe rescue) her sons.

Stuck off the freeway without gas, a desperate Ian asks Barley if there are any spells that can get them more gas. They concoct a plan involving a shrinking and growing spell, but that immediately goes wrong as Barley tries to instruct Ian, only frustrating him further, and causing him to fumble the spell and hit Barley with it, making him tiny.

They decide to head to a gas station, where a group of pixie bikers has just arrived. This backfires when Barley, lacking basically any common sense, ends up insulting the biker leader, Dewdrop (Grey Griffin) and her ancestors. Nice one, Barley. As they escape from the pissed off pixies, the tiny Barley is unable to drive, forcing the driver’s anxiety-riddled Ian to drive, overcoming his fears from earlier by force, being chased by the pixies all the way. It’s a pretty good sequence, to be honest.

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Well, they escape the Pixies...but not the cops. And I think that’ll be a good place to pick up in the next part! See you there!

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Seeing Red Chapter 4

Title: Seeing Red

Master List

Pairing: Jason Todd x Stella Covington (OC)

Warnings: Cursing, major character death, a little bit angsty, fluff.

Summary: As Stella's surrogate big brother, Dick freaks out when he hears about her encounter with The Red Hood. Stella seems to have a secret admirer.

Chapter 4: Valentine's Day

After cleaning the puppy and giving him some food, Stella sat on the floor watching the pup run circles around her room. He would spend a second sniffing around, and then instantly take off to another part of the room. Everything was fascinating to him. Stella laughed when he started to bark at a stool.

At first, Stella was going to drop him off at a shelter. She didn't feel she was ready to take care of something alive at the moment. But after spending a few hours with him, she fell in love. After deciding her new pup was in need of supplies, Stella went on a shopping spree. A few hours later, the brown pup had a new collar, new bowls, some shirts, and even matching booties.

She watched the puppy climb onto the table in the middle of her room and sniff the crackers sitting on the edge. She pulled the puppy away before it was able to snag one of them. She brought it up to her face and it licked her nose and wagged its tail.

Once she placed him back onto the floor, he went straight for the crackers once again. Stella laughed at his attempts to get the crackers on the table. She was very impressed by his ambition and his energy.

“With all that energy I think i’m going to name you Latte.“ The puppy looked up when she said the name and wagged his tail. Stella smiles. “You like that don’t you? It’s official Latte. Welcome to your new home!” She threw out her hands and spun in a happy circle. Latte danced happily around her.

Unbeknownst to Stella, she was currently being watched.

Jason was two buildings over with a pair of high tech binoculars. He had to make sure she made it home okay. Something about seeing her in potential danger triggered his protective instincts. Jason put down the binoculars and looks down at his watch. He was already late for his meeting, but it didn't matter. Making sure Stella was safe was more important than some stupid hidden meeting with a bunch of drug lords.

He picked up the binoculars one last time and watched as the dog ran around in circles. Stella has a smile painted on her face the entire time. He could practically hear her laughs from where he was. The longer he watched her, the more Jason’s heart ached. He watched her pull out her phone and laugh at something on her phone. A text maybe? Who was it from? Her lover? Tomorrow was Valentine's Day. Has she moved on already? He put the binoculars away and turns away from her building. He didn't want to know. The more he knew the more his heart hurt. He took a deep breath and hopped onto the fire escape.

That night Stella fell asleep earlier then usual with Latte cuddled up against her chest.

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Stella woke up to a flurry of text messages. She blinked open her eyes and lazily reached for her phone. It was 2am. There were 9 Messages from Dick, and six missed calls.

Stella opened the messages.

Are you serious?

What did he do?

Where are you?

Stella are you okay?

Did he hurt you?

Shit. Sorry I didn’t check my phone earlier.

Stella!?!

Stella?!

STELLA?!?!?!

Stella texted back immediately. 'Im fine Dick. He saved me actually. From some creep trying to steal my purse.' Stella stared at the phone for a few moments before a call from Dick came through.

“Oh thank god Stell! I was on my way to your penthouse! You’re okay? He didn’t hurt you did he?” Stella had to pull the phone away from her ear. He was basically screaming into his phone.

“Hi Dickie. I’m fine. He didn’t hurt me. He stopped a guy from robbing me. Not much of a talker. He seemed nice.”

There was a pause on Dick’s end. Before he could say anything, Stella remembered the small creature snoring next to her.

“Oh yeah! I have a puppy now. His name is Latte. I found him on the street all alone. That’s where I met the Red Hood.”

Dick’s voice dropped. “You should be more careful Stella. He’s dangerous. We still don’t know what he is capable of.”

Stella frowned at his words. He didn’t seem dangerous. He was alone with her in that alley way. If he really wanted to he could have hurt her.

But, he didn’t.

“Okay, I will.”

In the back, Stella could hear some shouts and some sounds of gunfire. “Gotta go. See you tomorrow.”

“Bye Dick!” She managed to say before the call dropped. She looked down at Latte who managed to stay asleep throughout that entire phone call. His small belly rising and falling from each breath he took. Stella bent over to kiss him on the head. He moved slightly, but did not wake. She brought her head to her pillow, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

That night she dreamt of puppies, coffee, and a man in a red hood.

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“Isn’t he just the cutest thing.” Stella said as she walked through the doors of the manor. She brought the pup up to Alfred’s face and Latte did not hesitate to lick his nose. Alfred smiled at the tiny creature and patted his head.

“He is quite adorable.”

Stella handed Alfred the dog while she took her shoes and coat off at the door. “Where’s Dick? I texted him the information for his date tonight. He never wrote back.”

“I’m afraid he is rather incapacitated at the moment, but rest assured he is fine. He managed to sprain his leg during patrol last night. I gave him a few sleeping pills so he could rest. He should be awake by now.”

Stella looked worried. “Are you sure he’s okay? Can I see him?”

“Of course. He’s in his room.” Alfred handed Stella back Latte and she proceeded to make her way up the stairs towards Dick’s room. The manor was eerily silent. Stella could hear her steps echo through the manor walls.

Stella knocked gently on Dick’s door. “Dick?”

“Come in!” Dick said with a cheery voice. He sounded okay. Stella let out a sigh of relief.

She opened the door to reveal Dick sitting in bed. He was in a plain blue t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. On his right leg sat a large array of bandages. A pair of crutches leaned against the side of the bed. He was playing some sort of video game on his phone, he looks up when he hears the door open.

“Hey baby bird!” He said smiling even wider.

“Hey Dickie. You okay? Alfred told me you got hurt last night.” Stella said taking a seat on the bed. She brought her legs up and crossed them together, tucking Latte into her arms.

Dick nods. “Yeah i’m okay. I’ll be out of commission for the next few weeks, but i’m good. Ran into The Hood last night. He did quite a bit of damage to the city. Bruce and Tim will be pretty busy for the next few days.” Dick looked down at the small furry ball in Stella’s arms. “Is this the little guy?” He said extending his arms towards the puppy.

Latte immediately tried to wriggle out of Stella’s arms. She let him go and he went straight into Dick’s lap, jumping up onto his chest. Stella smiled as Dick began laughing and playing with the pup.

“Glad you’re okay. I-I got kind of scared when you didn’t answer my text.”

Dick rubbed the back of his head. “Sorry about that. I saw the reservation. Thank you so much. I already sent the info to Barbara. She’s coming over tonight.”

Stella giggled and clapped. “Oh I’m so excited for you two. I have always wanted to try their Valentines day fixed menu. But I never got the chance.” She shrugs, her mood dropping slightly. Latte senses Stella’s sadness, and makes his way over to her. He climbs onto her lap and wags his tail.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us? I’m sure Barbara won’t mind.”

“No way! You two barely have enough time alone together as is. Just go. I’ll hang out with Alfred tonight. Plus, who’s gonna hang out with this little guy if I leave tonight.” Latte perked up at the mention of his name. He jumped onto Stella’s stomach and licked her face. She looked down at her phone. It was nearing 4:30pm.

“You should start getting ready. Babs will be here soon.” She said as she placed Latte onto the floor. He immediately began sniffing the floor, and ran out the door to explore the rest of the manor. “See you later Dick! Let me know how the food is.” She said, running out the room to chase after the little puppy.

Dick watched her exit the room. He didn’t get the chance to bring up her meeting with The Red Hood. He got up from the bed and placed the crutches under his arms.

He just prayed that Stella wouldn’t end up getting hurt by the masked man.

———————— Once Dick and Barbara left for their reservation, Stella and Alfred spent the entire night baking cookies and making cupcakes. Each baked good was decorated with flowers and hearts.

“And done!” Stella said as she placed a chocolate heart on top of a pink frosted cupcake. The kitchen was covered in baked goods. Dozens of boxes lined the tables. Stella plans was to to stop by the soup kitchen on her way home to hand out the treats.

“Beautiful as always Miss Stella.” Alfred smiled down at her. Stella cradled a single cupcake in her hands.

“I think I’ll give this one to Jay.” She said as she jumped off her chair. “Be right back!” She opened the door to the backyard and made her way towards Jason’s gravestone. The sun was just beginning to set. Stella shivered as the temperature was beginning to drop with the setting sun. She quickly ran to the gravestone and placed the cupcake in front of it.

“Happy Valentines Day Jay. It’s chocolate, your favorite.” She smiled down at the grave. After a few moments her face dropped as a familiar feeling of pain rocked her heart. Tears pricked her eyes. She took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. “Miss you Jay.” She whispers. She gently wipes her eyes with the back of her hand and heads back to the kitchen.

Alfred was cleaning up when she got back. The cupcakes and cookies were perfectly packed inside various sized boxes. She looks down at her watch and saw that it was getting late.

“Hey Alfred, I’m gonna head out.”

Alfred turns to look at her. “Okay. Let’s start getting the boxes to your car.”

It took a few trips, but they managed to get every single cake and cookie safely into the back of Stella’s Porsche. She placed a sleeping Latte into the passenger seat inside his carseat. She ran up the steps and gave Alfred a hug before thanking him and waving goodbye.

It took 10 minutes to get to the soup kitchen. Stella regularly stopped by, so she was greeted with warm smiles. She was inside the office speaking with the workers when she feels someone tap her shoulder. She turns around to face a young man.

“Someone left this for you.” The young man said.

In his hand was a single red rose with a note attached and a cute coffee shaped dog plushie. Stella tilted her head in confusion.

“It was on the hood of your car.”

Stella took the rose and plushie from him. She opened the small card attached to the rose.

Happy Valentine's Day Stella. ~RH

Stella looked down with confusion at the rose. RH? Who could that be? She began going over about all the boys she had class with and the ones Dick had introduced her to. No one with the initials RH came to her mind. She shook her head and came back to reality.

“Thank you.” She said to the young man.

Stella said her goodbyes to the team and made her way back to her car. Latte was happily waiting for her in his seat. She handed him the coffee plushie and he immediately started chewing on it. She smiled down at the dog and got into the drivers seat. She looked down at the rose in her lap. Her mind wandered as she drove home.

Who was RH?

#Red Hood #jason todd/original female character #Stella Covington #jason todd x oc #DCU #batman #original female character #alternature universe #AU #Dick Grayson #DC #Under the Red Hood #iwritethings #fanfiction #seeing red #nightwing

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The Chase

Part 6

2015

You were having a rare day out with some of the girls. As much as you loved being a mommy and being home with Aaliyah you missed your friends too.

So you, Nikki, Trin,and Brie went out for lunch and a wine tasting.

“How's mom life treating you?” Brie asks

“ It's great. I love it, but i miss being in the ring” you say

“ So make a come back, Aaliyah is one now bring her along” Nikki smiles.

“So funny you said that, Stephanie asked me about that at the last pay per view” you say

“And..what did you say?” Trin asks

“I said i would talk to Roman about it see where it goes from there...but that's gonna have to wait” you say

“Why?, girl wrestling is your passion, you're one of not the best to do this.” Nikki says.

“Nikki, some people dont wanna raise a baby on the road” Brie rolls her eyes at her sister.

“ Well that and I'm pregnant” you smile

“What?!?” Trin says almost spitting her drink out.

“ Yeah, I'm almost 8 weeks” you say.

“Damn girl, you and Roman doing it like bunnies huh?” Nikki laughs.

“Let's just say his days off arent days off at all” you smirk

“ oooh, get it girl” Trin laughs

“She does apparently,” Brie laughs.

*Present Day*

Roman was sitting in his as he called it “Big Dog Den” watching ESPN the kids were fast asleep. You make you way over to where he was seating and slowly start rubbing his shoulders.

“Jesus, your hands are like magic” he says resting his head on the cushion behind him.

“So tense big daddy” you say

“Just stressed about the big match coming up” he shrugs

“Well in that case you know what works better with stress than these magic hands?” You ask

“What's that?” He asks

“My mouth” you whisper, sending chills down Roman neck.

You walk around the small couch so you are now standing in front of Roman. He was looking up at you with lustful eyes as you spread his knees apart, sliding a hand up his basketball shorts knowing very well your husband of nearly 8 years doesn't like wearing underwear. You run your hand along his huge length feeling him harden at your touch, then move to his balls giving them a little attention before pulling his shorts to his ankles.

“Y/n what if one of the kids wakes up?” He asks his breath hitching.

“Ro, all five of them are knocked the hell out, now shut up and let me have my way with you” you smile before going right to work on his now very hard member.

“Damn, baby, I could watch you suck me off all night” he moans.

You continue to suck him off letting him go deeper and deeper until he met the back of your throat

“Shit Y/n I'm almost there” he grunts

You stop without warning causing Roman you groan at the loss of you.

“What the hell?” He asks.

You don't say anything instead you remove your jean shorts and panties tossing them aside. You straddle Roman feeling him just outside your entrance.

“Let me fuck you Daddy” you say as you feel him slide into you. Taking a second to adjust to waste no time getting a rhythm going making Roman’s eyes roll back.

“Fuck Y/n. Shit i love when you wanna ride it” he moans

“Ahh Ro! You like it baby?” You moan

“Hell yeah” he says squeezing your ass.

“Fuck Daddy i love when you grab my ass” you let out

“Y/n I'm gonna explode” he grunts

“Yeah daddy, give me every last drop of your delicious cum” you moan as you continue to ride him.

“Y/n…” Roman moans filling you up.

“Holy shit..I’m cumming” you almost scream.

“I love you so much” he laughs

“I love you too baby” you smile kissing him.”Round 2 upstairs?” You smirk

“I'll race you, the loser gets the “ no touching” punishment” he smiles.

“ You're on” you say jumping off his lap getting a head start.

*November 2015*

The last couple months have been hard on you and Roman. He was once again in the title picture which was awesome but it also caused him to be extremely stressed out and grumpy. All the two of you did was argue. It was non-stop whether he was home or on the road it was a constant ongoing argument about everything. After Thanksgiving you sat down and talked about your relationship coming to the agreement to take some time apart. Not a divorce but more of a tiny separation. A break if you will.

*March 1st 2016*

You were sitting at home with Aaliyah, Roman was out even though you two were still on the little break. He had been staying at the house knowing your due date was 2 days away. You felt a sharp pain. Then a few more every 20 minutes or so. You call your mom explaining the sharp pains she says it's probably Braxton Hicks but since you're so close to your due date She’ll take you to the hospital just to be safe.

You try to call Roman but get no answer which was strange. So you decide to call Patricia. Asking her to watch Aaliyah.

“ Of course honey, I'll be right over and I'll try to get a hold of my son for you, you just relax” she says

“ okay, thanks momma” you smile.

Moments later both Patricia and your mom were at your house. You grabbed your hospital bag just in case, kissed and hugged Aaliyah tight. And headed to the hospital.

At the hospital they admit you stating it was in fact labor. You were in a room with your mom squeezing her hand as a contraction washed over you.

“Fuck these are 100 times worse than with Aaliyah” you yell “ i cant do this” you cry

“Yes you can! You're so strong my sweet girl. You got this” you mom says kissing your head.

“ She's right. You're the strongest woman I know, and I'm right here with you” Roman says, rushing to your side taking your other hand.

“Roman, I'm so happy you're here” you say.

After another 30 minutes your second child was born. Another beautiful baby girl. Briana Christina Reigns.To say she was Roman’s twin would be an understatement she looked exactly like her daddy. She was perfect just like her two older sisters. Who were in the waiting room ready to meet her. Roman brought Jojo and Aaliyah in to meet their sister.

“Okay guys here she is. Your baby sister Briana.” Roman smiles.

“She's so cute! Can I hold her daddy?” Jojo asks

“Of course” you smile handing Briana to Roman as he walks over to the chair with Jojo handing her the baby gently.

After the girls left you and Roman sat alone with your new daughter.

“She's so perfect” he says

“ I know right? God she looks just like you” you smile leaning your head on his shoulder.

“She has your lips though” he smiles

“I love you” you say

“ I love you” he says

“No Roman i love you, let's stop this foolishness and be a family” you say

“I thought you never say that...I need my wife back” he winks.

“As much as i could use my husband too.... Doctor’s order is 4-6 weeks, remember?” You laugh.

#roman reigns x reader #roman reigns smut #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns fanfiction #the chase

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BTS365 Prompts.Week 21

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Kim Seokjin: Sing out [Song]

You were standing on the side of the road, with a music station and started singing an English cover of Epiphany. You’re a little screen in front of your station, had the name of the song and the original producers and vocalists so that you weren’t claiming that they were your songs. So as you changed the slide to reveal the original creators and that this was an English cover, you took the mic.

As you were singing a small group with the cameras were walking by and you heard a bunch of voices calling and they were pushing each other forward until one of them pushed forward his hood falling to reveal Kim Seokjin.

I'm the one I should love in this world the soul I once knew, shining so bright breaking through I'm accepting myself, so I love me though I'm not perfect, there is beauty inside of me I'm the one I should love

You continued singing, ears turning pink, You reached into your music station and switched on the second mic. Taking the time to change the instrumental to a faster pace and tweaked the music until it sounded like the song he was used to. And you gave him a thumbs up and you sang the second verse in Korean and his mouth fell open. You gestured for him to join.

Saranghago shipeo in this world Bitnaneun nareul sojunghan nae yeonghoneul Ijeya kkaedara so I love me Jom bujokhaedo neomu areumdaun geol I’m the one I should love

“I’m the one I should love” You sang as he took the high notes and you grinned as a crowd began forming listening to this song they knew nothing about. Not knowing that the singer was actually there on the streets with them.

“I’m the one I should love” Seokjin took the last line and you sank behind the music station, your heart racing, tears falling down your face and you could hear his friends cheering and clapping.

“You know BTS?” His voice spoke through the speakers and you laughed as he was speaking through the mic to you. You nodded and he grinned “am I your favorite?”

“Who else could it be with that handsome face?”

Min Yoongi: Musical instrument [Song]

“That is him the school's most talented pianist, I heard if you get him as your accompaniment you are guaranteed to get a good grade” some girls were gossiping nearby and he saw what appeared to be a floating hard case that held at a guess a large cello or a small double bass. The slowly moving case moving towards the lecture hall, the very same one he was headed to.

On closer inspection Yoongi saw two tiny shoes shuffling along under the giant instrument, he wondered what you were doing. Surely you weren’t tall enough to play a full size cello, he followed behind watching you sleepily walk to the lecture hall.

He was standing behind the hard case using it to conceal himself from the Sharks that would beg him to be their accompaniment. So hidden out of sight it was obvious they would talk about him. “He is such an ass, I just know he is the best”

“What piece are you playing?”

“Pachebel’s canon in D”

Yoongi heard a snort at the same time he blanched. “Something wrong with that piece?”

“It’s overplayed and boring as hell, you expect some amazing accompanist for that”

“What are you playing?”

“Vivaldi’s four seasons specifically spring”

“God I actually want to cut your violin strings, please move. I have to get through”

“Well what piece are you playing?”

“Boccherini’s cello concerto in B flat major” you hummed “it’s not about the song it’s how you play it, and stop relying on the pianists and maybe put more effort into your own work and your grades will rise on their own”

“What do you know, you the transfer student who got accepted on a rural scholarship” they scoffed.

You entered the lecture hall and stood on stage with the professor “good morning everyone, this is y/n she is a cellist and she is going to show us what she can do, what are you going to play?”

“Elgar cello concerto in E minor, op 85 the first movement” you said softly yawning and stretching as you opened the case and set up your cello. “I am sorry my life revolves around playing music so I don’t sleep often”

“How tall are you, you would be better off using a three quarter?” One of the students asked and you sat down. The professor at the piano and the two of you began playing.

Yoongi listened, feeling his very breath pulled from his chest he felt his heart absolutely soar at the emotion you were expressing. He was mad, you were perfect but the old professor was getting rusty he could play it better, he wanted to play it. For the first time in Yoongi’s life he wanted to collaborate with someone.

Jung Hoseok: Hunt @youarejesting (mature themes: Alcohol)

You had a lot of titles, you were his Neighbor, Colleague, Wing man… well lady, and you were most importantly his best friend for man years. You had been friends since you were born, you were younger, barely but he didn’t let you forget it.

How did you get here, one minute, you are keeping Hoseok out of trouble while he chases skirts in High school, at work, at the club and even in your gosh darn apartment building. The next you are laying in your bed listening to him argue with his current fling.

Sighing as you hear her leave you grab a bottle of vodka and a bottle of his favourite mixer Sprite. Walking next door you knocked and he sighed from the kitchen table “Y/n, I really don’t wanna talk?”

“I didn’t say we were going to talk Hobi” You used the nickname you had given him when you were younger. It was a special privilege and no one else was allowed to call him that except you.

He unlocked the door and you walked in on your own accord, opening the bottle and he walked dutifully to collect a mug each. Hoseok didn’t have many fancy glasses as the girls he would invite over in their fake tipsy stupor would smash them. Hoseok hated people with a passion when they were drunk and he wasn't, it all seemed so fake.

When he was drunk, he wasn’t happy so why do they pretend to be so happy and bubbly and think that acting like a crazy person was acceptable because they had one shot. You both sat there drinking slowly before you got dressed up and headed out to the club. It was your favorite. The bartender was a flirty young man and DJ Gloss was the best in the business.

So dressed in one of your club outfits, a small neon purple dress with cut outs under the breasts and some heels that you would definitely abandon on your way home, you got to work on hair and make up with something simple yet sexy.

“Are you sure about that dress, it is awfully bright?” Hoseok said, eyeing the dress in question and you gave him a sly smile.

“A girl has to grab attention on the floor and under the black lights, she gonna be lit” He nodded realizing you were right and that must have been why you had bought him a shirt in a neon green you looked like you were part of a really amazing hip hop music video and he was all for it.

Wasting no more time you walked out the front of your house and across the road to the pizza joint. “Hey Yuta, can you give us a lift to the club”

“Yeah I got a delivery right now jump on?” You stepped out to see a vespa and blanched

“What happened to the car?” You whined

“It’s in the shop, you want a lift or what”

Squeezed between Yuta and Hoseok you moved along arriving at a house party you showed up and grinned holding the five pizza’s and the door opened. “Heyyo baby, you order some pizza’s?”

“Uh yeah” he seemed flustered “Soobin where is my wallet”

“Take your time sweetheart” You grinned they were so young you felt almost bad being the one to deliver the food, but Yuta wanted to get a big tip with your assets.

He gave you some money and blushed “You can keep the change”

“Thank you so much” You flashed him a brilliant smile and turned running off in your heels. With a grin you threw your leg over the bike and Hoseok climbed back on behind you. Yuta dropped you off at the club and you grinned stepping onto the curb and pulled the money from your bra and he tipped you some for your service.

The line into the club was backed up around the corner and you grinned walking forward. “Hey, Monster, looking particularly buff this evening” You grinned squeezing his bicep and he snuck you and Jhope in ahead of the line.

“Why do they get to go in first?” Two boys in line shouted, they looked at you and blushed

“We are the dancers” you grinned “What’s your name, I will see you inside?”

“Jungkook” The deeper voiced one grinned “and my name is Taehyung”

“Well boy’s, you can find me on the dance floor, you won’t miss me” The two of you stepped inside nodding to the two bartenders. “Baby G, My love can you get my friend here a drink, it seems tonight he is on the Hunt.”

“Again!” the bartender said, shocked mixing two drinks and sliding them your way. “On the house Happy Hunting”

“Hey Mister World Wide, I better get a dance from each of you at some point tonight” You gave them a pointed look and they laughed nodding promising you a dance. You didn’t realize it, but as you danced Hoseok seemed reluctant to leave your side, he spent the night circling you warding off any unwelcome dancers, reluctantly letting you have a moment with the bartenders when it got quiet.

You don’t know how it happened but Gloss played an original song that turned everyone feral and you were dancing with Hoseok.

Kim Namjoon: Towel

You woke up in the rain confused, you had no idea where you were or what was happening. You remembered a name and that was about it, walking along the road barefoot. Your arms and legs covered in cuts and bruises and you didn’t know what from.

Walking along the road you saw a small building, You saw a light traveling towards it when You stumbled upon a dog that barked and chased you over a fence. You fell in a garden bed with an audible thump, prying yourself from the branches and leaves.

Following the light you came across a large glass sliding door peering inside. You were shivering and knocked gently against it, they all turned some of them shrieking making you back away scared and run. You were surrounded by fences and they were outside before you could escape.

“Hey, are you okay, are you hurt?” One spoke and you watched him tilting your head. He looked at you, kneeling down. “Come inside okay, you are hurt and it’s cold”

He held out his hand and you held out yours slowly. He led you inside and he grabbed a towel wrapping you up and giving you a warm bowl of kimchi jjigae.

Park Jimin: Sunscreen

Jimin looked around out of all the people he could have been stuck on an island with; it had to be with an army. He could hardly stand you at the best of times and here he was forced to live every single day on this deserted island from hell. He applied sunscreen to his face and sat under the shade of a tree.

He couldn’t even speak to you, you were an international army and spoke English and he didn’t want to bother translating. So here he sat waiting patiently to get rescued, he knew they wouldn’t be too long. It was a night gone wrong. He had a few too many and was playing on the deck when he fell overboard. You who worked for the crew, had dragged him into a lifeboat and he in his drunken stupor yelled at you, called you a stalker fan and lost both the paddles.

He felt a little guilty getting you stuck out here too but, he knew people would come for him soon. Watching you work you collected fire wood into a pile ready to light it as a signal fire. As one night became too, you went out and laid a rock formation in the shape of a V during low tide. He thought you were insane but when high tide came and went he saw a small collection of fish stuck in the V formation you had made.

You collected fruit and fish, started fires, made him a shelter, gave him the soft foam life jacket to lay his head and the emergency blanket to keep himself warm all night. He knew you knew he had the sunscreen and bug repellent but you didn’t complain or demand anything of him. He saw you every afternoon rubbing some weird plant juice on your skin and heard you hiss in pain.

You were burnt even your burns had burns. He took the strange plant from the water. “What this?”

“Aloe vera, helps sunburns” You breathed he appreciated you chose simple words and kept your replies succinct he didn’t have to translate articles and conjunctions just simple nouns and verbs.

He broke open a leaf and poured the gel like substance onto his palms, it was so cold. Was it because you had placed the plant in the ocean water. His palms touched your back and you whined. He felt the heat of your skin and felt guilty. Your skin had been burning while he was sitting comfortable in the shade.

“I am sorry”

Kim Taehyung: Hamburger

It was a painting workshop and you had to work on a small project piece to show the class, you were trying really hard to find something that expressed who you were in a picture and while you were staring at a blank canvas you saw the absolute character to your left bobbing to rap tunes in his ear.

He was careless with a brush or so it seemed, so when you leaned around you saw the most beautiful and odd photo you had seen in your life. It was a Hamburger, but it looked absolutely beautiful, he was painting with what you could only describe as in the style of Van Gogh, his paint was thick and he used a tiny spatula instead of a brush. The painting was playful and he grinned pressing a little more paint here and there.

How could he just commit and paint, it was so totally him, quirky and beautiful. He spun around to grab some more tan paint and realized he was out. He looked up, his mouth falling open at being watched and he smirked and raised his eyebrows quickly in a cocky ‘What about it?’ fashion. You laughed wholeheartedly and reached for your extra paint and lent over handing it and his smirk fell and he pulled out an earbud.

“I like your painting, it looks delicious” You giggled deciding you would go with something that was so totally you. “Your style is Van Gogh right it is really nice”

“I like your laugh” he grinned back at you. You Laughed some more and started sketching out quickly an outline and then went in with paint shaping the image.

You had slipped on your own headphones and got to work. He leaned over and grabbed your phone and gestured to you and you nodded and he changed the song you were listening to to match his and played them at the same time.

He watched you while he danced the two of you were grinning at each other working. He had finished his project early in what seemed like three short days. Yours, however took the whole week, especially since you got lost in watching him dance and exchanging songs with one another.

When it came to showing the class your project you blushed and turned your canvas’ in, they were displayed the next week, you watched as he walked into the class walking around appreciating each painting and smiled speaking with the owners and he saw his and grinned explaining to his peers and he moved on and saw yours and paused.

He looked at how each brush stroke was delicate and precise, you made him look so soft as he grinned up holding his spatula out to you. It was when he was jamming to a song and he had been singing into the spatula and he held it out to you to sing along. He listened to that song every day during the class and did that everyday because it was his favorite line and when he did it you would blush every time.

He looked at you with a sly grin and you turned away hiding your face from him he saw the ear buds in your ear and your grip on your phone he took the phone and played a song

Jeon Jungkook: Basket (Mature: Mental disorders)

You were what the cool kids referred to as a Basket case. Except you didn’t know if the cool kids actually said that cause you never met nor hung out with any. Yeah no one really referred to you as anything. You were here because you had issues let’s leave it at that.

The teen ward was split into two sides: the boy and the girls, you heard there was a kid who had seen some things. He had apparently jumped off a building and landed on a car, miraculously he was still alive and hadn't broken a single bone. The weird part is how he looks different every day, sometimes he can walk other days he is crippled in a wheelchair like a totally different patient.

He had lost his mind in recovery, they had sedated him, numbed his mind and slowly he lost touch of reality. From what people knew he had lost all his friends tragically and jumped to end his suffering.

But now, he assured anyone who asked that they were coming to visit him. He was handsome and a really creative guy. You were sitting beside him at dinner and he lent over and pointed at your watch.

“What’s the time? My hyung’s are going to come soon, they said we are going to the beach” He grinned his bunny teeth on show, how did he still have teeth was he some sort of iron man.

“Um… It is six. Are you sure they are coming tonight?”

“Yes we go every night, sometimes we are all there and sometimes we aren’t. I hope we are all there tonight. We relive it everyday, our deaths, our undoing. Taehyung goes to prison sometimes, sometimes they get to him in time, sometimes I am saved and sometimes I fall and die only to wake up again the next day and do it all again.

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Counting Stars

Thank you to Rori (@fl0wer-boy) for the request w/Sledge and Snaf’s adopted son! I intended on making this a little bit bigger, but this sweet calm thing happened instead. I hope you like it, short and sweet though it is!

Title is both a play on part of the fic and part of a lyric from a fave song, Stars by Hum.

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

They wished often they had a way to reach Armand’s mother, if only to give her updates on how he was doing if she would be comfortable with nothing else.

But sometimes, they wished they could ask her things. How had Armand’s short time with her been, had anything happened.

Especially with nights like this one, with the nightmares that never seemed to cease.

“I just put him back down,” Eugene whimpered. “I wish I knew what he keeps dreamin’ of, or that he could explain it better...”

It wasn’t that Armand didn’t try, but at three years old, it was in a child’s tongue, in a way that they couldn’t quite decipher what the real-life version of his nightmares might be. Was the “big dog chasing me, big teeth,” indicative of an actual attack from a dog on his mother in the past, or something else? Had someone been searching for his mother, before she’d dropped Armand off with them? What of the ‘light goes away, never comes back, and I never see you or Daddy again.’ Just a random nightmare, or his first few memories of being hidden god only knew where with this mother? Her note said she’d been kicked out, but Snafu knew as good as anything that that didn’t mean others in her life might not have been looking for her. Maybe she wanted them to, maybe she didn’t. They only had the one note to go on, and it just wasn’t enough.

Occasionally, after a moment, the crying would lessen and drop, but not this time.

“I got it,” Snafu said before Eugene could move again. “Get some sleep.”

The snore that answered him was a pleasant sound. Less pleasant and more concerning, Armand’s sobbing.

He didn’t say a word as he went into Armand’s room, just picked him up and strode over to the open window.

“You’re okay. Night’s out there, you hear it?”

Armand sniffled, and made the soft spluttering sounds that only an extremely tired yet extremely upset baby trying to stop crying could make.

“Night isn’t gonna hurt you. Listen to it, you hear anything that’s gonna hurt you out there in the stars?”

Armand shifted in his arms, so they could turn and watch the night sky together.

“Daddy and I had to learn not to be scared of the nighttime too. But we did it,” Snafu murmured, choosing not to mention the nights where the nightmares came back. “You can too, I promise. Can you tell me what you see out there?”

He moved closer to the window, letting Armand poke his tiny pudgy finger at the screen. “Star!”

“Yeah, lots of ‘em! Aren’t they pretty?”

Armand nodded, the nightmare and crying all but forgotten. “Puppy!”

“That’s right, Ack Ack wanted to be outside tonight. He was cryin’ too, right by the door. Look at him, running around with his ball.”

Ack Ack, for his part, was happily playing nighttime fetch with himself, dropping his tennis ball at one part of the yard, then racing over to get it, and repeating, as if it was the most fun he’d ever had.

“We play outside?”

“No, we have to go back to sleep. It’s three in the morning, little man. We got work tomorrow, and you gotta see your friends at daycare, with Ms. Mavis at her house. You wanna be awake for that, don’t you?”

“We play outside,” Armand said, and wiggled in Snafu’s arms until he had no choice but to put him down.

He followed Armand’s little feet as he toddled down the hall, down the stairs, through the kitchen to the back door, pointing helpfully to it just in case Snafu wasn’t sure where it was.

“We go to bed,” Snafu said softly, kneeling down to meet Armand’s eye line.

Armand shook his head. “Sleep scary. We play outside now.”

“Then how will I get up for work later, and how will you be ready for daycare?”

Armand shrugged, and reached for the doorknob. “Here, Papa.”

He had a decision to make.

The strict parent would have just picked Armand up, put him back in bed, and gone to bed themselves, crying be damned. He would never be able to do anything like that.

The slightly too relaxed parent would let Armand out, and maybe sleep on the couch in the next room or on the kitchen floor in the vein of ‘keeping an eye on him.’ He didn’t like that either.

He picked Armand up, opened the door, and strode outside, the dew from the grass leaving his feet cold.

“You start countin’ those stars, okay? We gotta know how many there are before we go to bed. Your Daddy’ll wanna know.”

Armand loved counting, loved numbers in general. He was all too happy to sit on Snafu’s shoulders, counting as high as he could (to about ten), before starting over again.

“How many tens do I got?” Armand yawned after a good hour of counting.

“At least a thousand,” Snafu smiled, as Ack Ack ran past them for what had to be his thousandth lap of fetch.

“That a lot?”

“Yeah, it is. You think you counted all of ‘em?”

Armand yawned again, and wiggled until Snafu moved him off his shoulders and cradled him against his chest. “I dunno. We go sleep?”

“You wanna go to sleep?”

Armand nodded and rubbed his eyes, snuggling into Snafu’s chest. “We go bed.”

Inside, Eugene was on the floor of Armand’s room, likely planning on waiting for them to come back in once he found them missing. However, he was completely passed out, directly in front of the open side of Armand’s tiny bed.

“Lord, but aren’t we just a wonder,” Snafu sighed as he leaned carefully over Eugene to set Armand in his bed. “I’m gonna grab a blanket and pillow for me and Daddy. You stay put.”

Neither of his boys had moved by the time he returned, and both were lightly snoring as well.

“Ain’t no fuckin’ way any of us are makin’ it to anything,” he sighed as he tossed down a pillow for himself, and carefully moved a pillow under Eugene’s head. “I’ll call in an hour...leave a message for ‘em all. Gonna say you were sick, kiddo. Don’t wanna encourage lying, but goddamn am I tired.”

He stared at them, and rubbed his eyes. “And both of you are dead asleep, so I’m talking to myself.”

He muttered to himself for the next hour to keep awake, about anything and everything, before calling their workplaces and Ms. Mavis, so she wouldn’t fret when Armand didn’t show up for the day. She, however, actually answered.

“I’m so sorry, this is way too early, but Armand is sick, and I’ve been up with him all night-”

“Lavender is good for nightmares,” Ms. Mavis said gently. “For you and Eugene, or the boy. If anyone in town asks during our little field trip to the park today, I’ll make sure they know Armand was ‘sick.’“

“You-”

“He hasn’t slept through a nap time without waking up crying for weeks,” she interrupted. “I was going to mention it the next time it happened; I hoped it was just a fluke. But whatever he’s been through before y’all got him must haunt his little mind. Good on you for making sure he’s gettin’ some sleep now. And you do the same.”

He thanked her, and pondered if a little lavender plant might not be safe in Armand’s room if he built a shelf for it, and put it up high away from Armand and the cats.

He went to bed with more tens in his mind, in measurements and money. Anything to help Armand sleep.

He knew from experience they couldn’t spend every night counting the stars.

#text post #LeeH writes #Sledgefu

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VnC Liveblog - Chapter 4

.All chapter liveblogs are linked HERE.

The Case Study of Vanitas, aka, It’s Probably A Really Bad Idea To Get Into Fights With People Called ‘Hellfire Witch’, Boys, I’m Just Saying

Not much to note in the cover art this time -- we’ve got Vanitas’ standard imagery in blues and blacks, with emphasis on the hourglass earring and his eyes. And the gears, through after the airship we haven’t really had much else that was very steampunk-ish in the story. Maybe that’ll change in later chapters.

Re: the eyes -- we know that most vampires have eyes that glow red when they drink or use their powers (I think that’s how it works?) and they have a link to the crimson moon, but Vanitas is human, so even though he’s got a connection to the Vampire of the Blue Moon, his blue eyes might just be a coincidence. (re: for the a e s t h e t i c) (though the color matching with that hourglass is a bit suspect on the symbolic level, so who knows)

We get a bit of a peak at the dynamics in Dante’s crew before we jump back into the action --

Johann is very camp. I wonder if the matching suits were his idea. I like his relationship with Dante, though. Riche seems to be their junior member -- at least Johann is looking out for her.

Uh-oh. Luca’s heading back into the fray.

Chapter title: Memoire 4 Love Femme Fatale

Well, ‘femme fatale’ is Jeanne, that’s pretty clear. But ‘love’? Eh? Are we introducing a romance? Or is this the protective love between Jeanne and Luca?

So, Jeanne’s chasing Noé down the back-alleys of the -- was it the riverfront district? Warehouses, we’re surrounded by warehouses.

She catches his foot!

Noé intercepts! \o/

(’may i throw you back’, pfff)

But Vanitas is no slouch himself, even if he is back to being carried like a kitten.

We already knew that Vanitas was aware of Jeanne’s reputation, but this exchange makes me think he knows a bit more than surface level rumors. But he doesn’t seem up-to-date with the no-killing influence Luca has on her.

Vanitas tells Noé to follow the plan (which we are not privy to) as Jeanne finds them again.

'No’, ‘I refuse’, must be Noé‘s favorite words, he says them so much.

(Can you imagine baby Noé just constantly saying ‘i refuse. i refuse.’ all serious-like whenever someone tried to make him put down his blankie, cuz I’m imagining it, lmao.)

Note: Noé‘s teacher is a scary badass. (also what’s he holding? a cane? a switch?? oi, what was Noé‘s training like)

Meanwhile, Noé feels like he’s finally getting the upper-hand --

Uh-oh.

Pride goeth, etc etc

*sports announcer voice* That’s gotta hurt.

But why’s he looking at his hand? I didn’t notice him holding anything before.

“Now... let’s see.” He and Vanitas still have a plan to enact. Also, hi Riche!

So we haven’t had much time with these three yet, but I’m starting to get a feel for their priorities. Dante would never, ever in a million years admit to anything like fondness for Vanitas, or vice versa, but underneath all the mutual sniping I think there’s a small bond there. A teeny tiny one.

Whereas with Johann -- he honestly doesn’t care about Vanitas one way or another. If V were to be killed in front of them, I think Dante would be shocked and frozen for at least a second while Johann would say, ‘welp, it’s been a lark, toodle-loo’, grab his Two People, and get them all the hell out of there, not bothering to look back.

Riche, I don’t know enough about yet. She mostly registers to me as the rookie of this trio, tbh.

Yes, antagonize the massively powerful warrior who just threw Noé through a brick wall. That’s a good plan. (is this the plan, that would be a terrible plan)

Ooo, history, I love history. I especially love MochiJun’s history and how layered and batshit it can get once the reveals start to hit.

So the vampire-human war happened a long time ago -- how long ago, we don’t know. We know that BlueVampire!Vanitas was alive during that time. We know that Jeanne was alive during that time, but was then put asleep.

(Why? Some thoughts: she was a weapon of war and put away when peace came; she went off the rails and had to be subdued; her being put asleep was a condition of some kind; she wanted to be put under, etc. There’s no way to know what really happened yet, but it’s interesting to think about.)

We also now know that BlueVampire!Vanitas used to tell Vanitas stories about the war that clearly didn’t leave out many details. But that wording...honestly, it sounds like maybe Vanitas was a kid when he heard this? Telling stories is something you usually do with a kid, which might make sense because.human!Vanitas doesn’t look that old. Anything that happened more than a few years ago would slide into ‘kid’ territory.

Which makes me wonder...did BlueVampire!Vanitas raise human!Vanitas? Or teach him, at least? I’d be a neat parallel to Noé and his teacher.

(what if they’re the same person, bwahahaha)

Anyway, back to Vanitas taunting the highly aggravated weapon of mass destruction.

Oooo, he’s about to pull out a special move. And he -- dropped the book?

is that thing really there, or is it, like, symbolic

oh shi-

The gloves are literally about to come off...!

That kid’s got horrible timing.

Ohoho, someone woke up from their nap. Was this part of the plan or is it an interesting complication?

Ow.

...IT WAS A TRICK, you sly dog.

also vampires are monsters, huh? or just curse-bearers and bourreaus? i think this distinction may be a biiiiit important. (is this why you’re always so shocked when Noé does/says something decent, oh boy)

LMAO, oh god, I hope this Greek chorus follows Vanitas around all the time just to drag him, wouldn’t that be amazing

Damn, boy -- he really knows how to work the superior disdain, doesn’t he?

I’m still shaky on how these true names work. Do vampires just fall into types, and that’s what gets warped? You’d think something called a ‘true name’ would be more individual than that.

Oi, Jeanne, you aren’t watching? Though I like Dante being all, ‘whatever, I’ve seen this show before.’

ahahaha, OOPS.

That’s what happens when you let your grandstanding get away from you, bb.

oh hey, look who was lurking nearby and NOT HELPING AT ALL.

“...you must be joking.” in this kind of context is like, one of my favorite lines.

Also damn, Jeanne is a badass.

Yeah, saw that coming.

She really shouldn’t have let Vanitas see how distracted she became when Luca wandered into danger.

*snorts* The Greek chorus doesn’t lie.

It’s a bluff, though; no way would Noé agree to harming the kid.

oh my god.

(”don’t forget to cover his mouth as you would a hostage, like so” akfdsajkfhkjf)

Noé, you are too innocent, too pure.

And she folds like a house of cards.

I don’t think even Vanitas expected this plan to work so well.

Oh, a little bit of crazy eyes there. This is gonna be a Thing, isn’t it? Vanitas, who, as far as we know, owes his loyalty to nothing and no one uses this to kick Jeanne while she’s down.

Heh, wonder what’s gonna happen when Vanitas finds something he wants to protect.

That is definitely a plotting look in his eye. He just saw how to use this to his advantage.

1. um what

2. hey, is this the first time we’ve seen him bare handed? It’s nice to know he doesn’t have actual claws under those gloves.

3. speaking of which, is that ‘my strength is suddenly gone’ bit because there IS something magic-related about his hands, or is she just in shock?

4. that is a very unnerving look. Vanitas, what are you doing

...holy crap, whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat??

Vanitas what are you doing

Shit, this is why the chapter was called “Love Femme Fatale”, oh geez.

dante, why do you look the most freaked out out of everyone?

Alright, I know Vanitas has been set up as being utterly unscrupulous, what with the lying and taking a little boy as a hostage and using a bloodthirsty monster to do his dirty work, etc, but seriously, someone needs to introduce him to the tenants of the #metoo campaign. Sure, fine, she tried to kill him two minutes ago, but this feels like a line too far.

...

Yeah, this ain’t real. The disdain, the fear, the calculation from before -- that was genuine. This is another bluff.

And I think I know why he’s doing it. Fighting Jeanne made it very clear that she is waaaaay out of his league, strength-wise. He only won through guile, and it’s a trick that might not work again. This woman has a well-earned, blood-soaked reputation, and she was gonna walk away from this fight seeing Vanitas as an enemy to herself and Luca.

But Vanitas saw her weakness -- she lets her bonds with those she cares about distract her. She’s a killer, but she’s sentimental. Emotional.

So, if you’re Vanitas, how do you deal with this, knowing that Jeanne the Hellfire Witch might become a problem for you down the line? How do you plan to defeat a potential foe who is so much stronger than you, someone you could never hope to defeat in a fair fight?

Apparently, if you’re Vanitas, you try to seduce them.

Even if the actual seduction part doesn’t work, you can still mess with her head just enough to make her confused, maybe make her a little more likely to hesitate when it’s time for the gauntlet to finally come down.

And a split-second’s hesitation could be all Vanitas would need to make his counter.

(sidenote: i still think it’s h i l a r i o u s that Dante is the most outraged about all this kissing and love declaration stuff. Noé apparently can’t hear any of this at all, which I think is very convenient. We don’t get to see his reaction to this kind of game until later, apparently.)

Uh-oh. Looks like this kid is powerful and very, very pissed.

“A large-scale “formula” revision” mmhmm, okay, what’s that supposed to mean? Am I getting an explanation for the magic system yet?

Looks like it’s not just Luca keeping Jeanne from going off the rails -- she does the same for him.

Look at that. She’s throwing death threats but now she’s blushing, she sure as hell wouldn’t have been blushing before he kissed her, the stupid plan is working.

And honestly, aggravation and confusion are probably going to work better than actual tender feelings in this seduction. He’s going to play this role to the goddamn hilt.

Look at that face, the jerk.

Alright, that’s a better face.

Noé has no idea what he’s getting into, the poor soul.

(he didn’t have much of a presence in this chapter, did he. maybe Jeanne is mostly going to be a Vanitas subplot instead of a Vanitas-and-Noé subplot)

Apparently we’ve traded one killer on the streets for another. And even more intriguing -- he recognized this killer. ‘Course, now he’s dead, so I don’t know how useful that’s gonna be.

Whimsical creature of darkness! I did not miss you.

The true threat is revealed with a name -- “Charlatan”. But, you know --

(Charlatan: a person who falsely pretends to know or be something.)

-- which makes me think there’s proooobably something else behind this guy. He is a fake, after all. (Though, hey, ‘charlatan’ is a nice contrast with Vanitas the doctor, don’t you think.)

That’s all for chapter 4! What a night, eh?

Next, CHAPTER 5.

#vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #noe #vanitas #vanitas liveblog #someone needs to call vanitas a poseur please it's all i want

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Snow Day

Author: Go-n-ef Type of Work: Fic Title: Snow Day Rating: General Word Count: 2.3K Warnings: None Summary: Little Stiles and Derek spending a snow day together

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Little Stiles stared at the snow-covered street with delight, after a long year it has finally snowed in Beacon Hills! To make things better school was cancel for the next three days! Smiling with glee he ran to his room and put on his favorite batman coat, slipped on some snow pants, put his boots on, and grabbed his batman hat and ran downstairs.

“Stiles where are you going?”

Stiles stopped running as he turned to look at his mommy with a small smile on her face.

“I was going to go and play out in the snow,” he said with a small pout.

Claudia let out an amused chuckled as she watched her little boy bouncing on the heel of his toes, anxiously waiting for her to give him the okay so that he can go outside and enjoy the snow.

“Alright little munchkin go ahead and play, just know that the Hales will be here soon and Derek would want to play with you as well.”

“Okay mommy,” Claudia watched as her son wrapped his arms around her legs before puckering his lips, asking for a kiss.

Claudia bend down and gave him a kiss, with a loud smack the two separated before Stiles waved good-bye as he headed outside to go play.

Stiles stepped outside and immediately started making a snow angel. Laying down on the snow he moved his arms and legs from side to side to create an angel.

Carefully getting up he looked down at his angel, satisfied with the way it looked he got up and moved on to make another one.

As he moved his arms up and down he heard a car pulling up into the drive way. Getting up from the ground Stiles saw the Hale car pull up. A huge smile spread across his face as he ran to the car.

He stopped by the passenger seat and waited for his best friend to come out of the car.

The door opened and out came a small eight-year old Derek Hale.

Derek stared at his best friend before a huge smile broke his face, one that the six-year old was happy to returned before he ran to him and wrapped his tiny arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

“Hi Der-bear,”

Derek’s eyes snapped wide opened as his blushed disappeared and his happy face turned into a deep scowl.

“Stiles, I told you to stop calling me that,”

Stiles pulled back and giggled as he ran towards the other side of the car, Derek following close behind.

Talia stared down at the small human before she scooped him in her arms and kissed his rosy cheeks and then buried her face in his neck and took in his scent.

She pulled back, Stiles then rubbed his nose against her and said,

“Hi future mother-in-law,”

Talia let out an amused chuckle before she replied,

“Hello my future son-in-law,”

Derek, his father, and sister Laura came behind him as Derek glared at his mommy.

“Mommy, give me back my husband,” he said pouting at her.

Talia laughed as she put Stiles down and Derek grabbed him and wrapped his arms around him. This made Talia, Theo, and Laura laugh a little before Derek pulled Stiles back to where he was playing.

“Derek,”

Derek stopped moving and turned to face his mommy and daddy.

“Please take care of your mate and make sure nothing happens to him,” his father said.

Stiles and Derek looked at one another before turning to look at their parents with a bright smile before they held onto each other’s hands and ran off to the backyard to play.

When they reached the back-yard Derek and Stiles decided to build the snow man together,

“Okay Stiles we are gonna make a snow man and-“

“Can we sing Frozen’s song “Snow man?”

Derek playfully growled at him before shaking his head.

“No, we cannot; mainly because every time we sing that song you always want to sing Anna’s part and it’s annoying to hear that tick-tock sound,”

Stiles looked at his friend before giving him the biggest doe brown eyes and pouted his lips and in tiny voice said,

“Pretty please Derek? I’ll give you a kiss on the cheek,”

Derek stared at Stiles and the cutest puppy dog pout he’s ever seen before finally giving in.

“Fine, we can sing the stupid song,” he grumbled.

“YAY!” Stiles cheered as he grabbed some snow and through it in the air and watched as it landed on the floor and some on Derek.

Stiles giggled as Derek stared at him before an impish grin spread across his face.

“Uh-oh,”

“Uh-oh indeed,” Derek scooped some snow before he threw it at Stiles hitting him right in the face.

Stiles wiped the snow off his face before playfully glaring at his future husband.

“It’s on sour wolf!” he scooped some snow before he ran after him and Derek began to run away from him.

He grabbed some snow and threw it at him, missing him by an inch. Derek then turned and grabbed some snow and hit Stiles once again in the face, Stiles spit some snow out of his mouth that went inside his mouth. He then grabbed some more snow only instead of throwing it at him and chasing him down he decided to run the opposite direction, Derek saw what he was trying to do and decided to let Stiles get a shot, after all he was cheating just a little by using his werewolf strength.

He watched as Stiles came around the corner and he of course acted surprised and hit Derek right in the face.

“I did it! I got you Derek!” Derek just laughed as he watched the beautiful smile on Stiles stay on his face as he cheered over the fact that he got to hit Derek in the face with a snowball.

After their mini snow ball fight Derek and Stiles went ahead and build a snow man.

Stiles began to sing the Frozen song which even Derek began to hum a little to.

Derek and Stiles both rolled a huge snow ball before they rolled another one. Derek and Stiles were careful to carry it up and place it on top of the bigger one, Stiles then rolled a small one for the head before placing it on top of the second one.

The two looked at their snow man before Derek ran to get some sticks so that they could use it for arms and placed them on either side of the snowman.

Stiles then ran to get some rocks before placing them on the face of the snowman.

“Okay Derek, all we need is carrot and we have Snowy the Snow man,”

The two small boys ran inside the house and grabbed a carrot and then ran back outside to put it on their snow man.

Once they finished their snowman the two backed away and were proud of their snow man.

“Okay let’s go inside and help your mommy with making cookies,” Derek suggested as he grabbed Stiles hand and took him to inside.

Once indoors the two spotted both their mothers near the nook with the cookies already out.

“Mommy, can we help decorate the cookies?” Stiles asked.

Claudia and Talia turned to see their sons holding hands and standing at the door way. They both smiled before Claudia said,

“Of course, baby boy, come and get a chair so you can help us,”

“Both boys went and grabbed some chairs before sitting down. Claudia then grabbed the cookies and placed them in front of them before handing them the frosting and sprinkles.

“Alright you guys, be careful and try not to make a mess,” Talia said as she placed another plate of cookies, this time a gingerbread house.

Both boys thanked her as they grabbed a cookie and decorated them with frosting and sprinkles; Derek decorated his cookies with reds and greens sprinkles with while frosting, meanwhile Stiles decided to go crazy with the frosting and use different colors and a mountain of sprinkles.

When they were done they decided to work together on the ginger bread house.

Talia and Claudia kept a close on eye on the two since both boys tend to fight over the ginger bread houses.

They were both happy that they decided to keep a close eye on them since Derek and Stiles stared to argue at how they should decorate the house and ended with both of them throwing sprinkles and frosting at one another Claudia and Talia wanted to stopped them but both had to admit it was fun watching them fling frosting and sprinkles at one another.

After a while the two stopped and apologized to each other before cleaning the other off.

Both mothers cooed as they recorded every moment of their sons doing adorable things together things they know will be used for the future to embarrass them,

After the cleaning their mothers helped them create the ginger bread house and put them away.

“Alright you guys, it’s time to decorate the tree,”

“YAY!” both boys cheered as they ran to the living room where the rest of the Hale family and John were.

They saw boxes of decorations ready to be put out.

“Alright boys are you ready to decorate?”

“Yes!” they cheered as they grabbed random balls and other ordainments as they began to hung them up the tree.

Laura smiled as she hung up the stockings over the fire place, meanwhile John and Theo were wrapping the lights around the tree while Talia and Claudia sat on the couch as they drank coffee and the cookies that their sons decorated.

They watched as their families worked together to decorate and make sure that the house was ready for the festivities.

“Okay who’s gonna put the star on top of the tree?” Laura asked.

Both Stiles and Derek looked at one another before smiling and said at the same time.

“Both of us,” as they grabbed one side of the star.

John and Theo laughed as they grabbed both their boys and carried them to the top.

Once they were up they placed the star on top of the tree. Once they saw that it was perfect they told their fathers to put them down, Theo and John did as told but not before placing kisses on their kids cheeks making them both giggle.

The family stared at their tree and smiled at one another before running off to the kitchen for some late lunch.

The Hale and Stilinski family sat at the table as the mothers served their families.

“Derek can I have some?” Stiles asked as he watched Derek take a bite out of his cheeseburger.

“Sure,” he said ripping off a piece of his burger and gave it to Stiles.

Smiling Stiles opened his mouth as Derek placed it inside his mouth. He chewed it and swallowed he thanked Derek by giving him some of his own fries.

Derek thanked him as he took his own bite and repeated the same motions that Stiles did.

After Lunch Derek, Stiles, and Laura decided to make a fort out of the bed sheets and pillows in the living room. Once the fort was created they laid in it and asked their parents to turn on the tv so that they can watch some movies.

Claudia decided to put on Batman since her little boy was obsessed with it.

The kids watched the movie and cheered as Batman took down his enemies. After the movie the kids decided to go outside and go sledding.

Of course, they went to Derek’s house for sledding. Once they arrived at the preserve Derek fully shift into a wolf Stiles then place some rope around Derek’s little neck and sat on his sleigh.

Derek then pulled them as he walked around the preserve while Stiles shouted,

“Mush doggy, mush!”

Derek grumbled as he pulled the sleigh around some more before going a little faster. Stiles squeal in delight as the adults laughed as they watched their children having fun.

After a while Derek stopped and Stiles got off, he then went inside to change into some warm clothes. Once dressed he stepped outside and gesture for Stiles to come inside.

The little human giggled as he ran inside, the two then ran to the living room where a bigger Christmas tree stood.

“Okay Stiles I talked to mommy and she said that you can open one present.”

Stiles cheered as he made grabby hands for his gift.

Derek laughed at his childish antics before giving him his gift.

“Ohh, pretty,” Stiles said as he stared at the beautifully wrapped gift.

He then carefully opened the small present, once the box was free he lifted the lid and gasp as he stared down at the Batman bracelet.

Stiles could see that Derek put a lot of thought into the hand made bracelet. The batman symbol hung in the middle, surrounding it were red, blue, and black beads he saw that the bracelet was made of a leather cord. It looked beautiful and Stiles could see that Derek put a lot of thought into the gift.

“Thank you Derek,” he said before wrapping his arms around him and kissing his cheek.

Derek blushed before saying,

“You’re welcome,”

“I hope you like mine’s,” he said giving him a medium size gift, it wasn’t as neatly as wrapped as Derek’s but Derek was still careful at opening showing Stiles that he appreciated the thought as much as Stiles did.

Derek saw that Stiles gave him a plush wolf with black fur and golden yellow eyes.

“Stiles, I love it,” the two smiled at one another before giving each other a big hug, Stiles then kissed his cheek that Derek was happy to returned.

They both sat down on the couch and laid next each other, both agreeing that today was the best snow day that they ever had.

#sterek #12daysofsterek #haleinski #eternalsterek #operation positivity #fic #2017 #go-n-ef #submission

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airoasis · 5 years

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