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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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Hey V, listen, Julieta and Kronk, Cooking.

-cursed

....this is such a big brain crossover. Imma fucking do it.

"Antonio! Mijo, I got all the supplies you asked me for!"

Antonio jumped from the couch to check her basket. Eggs, cream cheese, feta cheese, parm, Everything they needed.

"Gracias tìa!"

"Of course. Now, remind me when your friend is supposed to be coming?"

"He said tonight."

Julieta helped him put everything on the counter. Antonio was such a sweet, friendly boy, was it any wonder that joining the 'squirrel scouts' made him so happy? He even made a very special friend that was coming over for dinner to cook. She had a feeling she'd probably have to help him, but it was good to encourage the young ones. She put everything in the fridge, when the doorbell rang. Antonio grinned as she grabbed her hand, and ran to the door.

"Hold on Tonito! I can't run as fast as you mijo!"

She laughed, only managing to catch her breath once she was at the front door. Little Antonio was jumping in place, precioso. She opened the door, expecting to see an equally adorable little boy. She did not get that. She got a very tall, very muscular man. Before she could try to figure out why this stranger was here, he knelt down in front of Antonio.

"Antonio! How you doing, little fella?"

"Hey Kronk! I'm doing great, SO excited! Oh oh oh, can we do the handshake? I want tìa to see!"

Kronk glanced at her for a second, before she watched her little nephew do a rather complicated handshake with him, ending with them making a noise that sounded like a squirrel. Kronk got up, and gave her a little wave.

"Heya! Nice to meet you, I'm Kronk, his squirrel scout leader! You must be...?"

"Uhm. Julieta. His aunt. Tìa, if you will. Antonio didn't mention his friend was..."

"Was what?"

They both looked at her, and she stopped for a moment, before nervously chuckling.

"Was so polite! Please, come in. We're just about to start dinner, and he tells me you like cooking?"

Kronk let out a bit of an excited squeal as he followed her into the kitchen.

"Oh I love it! Wait till you try my spinach puffs! I-oh kitchen is gorgeous. I could live in this, I mean-"

He looked around excitedly, before gasping at her stove, resting his head upon it and stroking it lovingly.

"Oh. She's beautiful. I'm a married man, but If I wasn't, I'm telling you, she'd be the one."

Julieta looked at Antonio, who just appeared absolutely giddy. If he was happy, she supposed.

"Kronk, do you need help cooking? I usually do it around here but-"

"How often do you cook?"

"She cooks every day!"

Saying it like that made it SOUND bad, even if it was right from the mouth if babes. Kronk shook his head furiously, as if he was aghast.

"Oh no, no no no, no. You HAVE to let me cook for you."

"Oh no, really, I couldn't-"

"I insist!"

Antonio, ever the mediator, seemed to have just the idea.

"What if all three of us cook? Please please please?"

She was going to say no, but both Kronk and Antonio gave her such pleading looks, she couldn't say no. She sighed, before gently nodding.

"Alright, fair enough. I will help you two cook."

"Yes!"

Antonio high fived Kronk, before joining him at the sink to wash their hands. Julieta joined them at the counter, ready as ever.

"So, what first?"

"Well, if you wanna cut the spinach and shallots, me and the animal guy can get started on the cheese-!"

He was interrupted by Pierce the panther suddenly at his side, the tub of cream cheese in his mouth. Antonio grinned pridefully.

"I asked him to get it, since he wants to help!"

Kronk sighed, hand over his chest in relief.

"I. Will never get used to that. Uh...good kitty."

He rinsed the container free of cat drool, before opening it. Julieta cut the spinach and shallots as he liked, watching Kronk work with little Antonio. He was so careful, so cheerful with him, it was quite frankly, sweet.

"So...like this?"

"Yeah, that's it! Now, I KNOW you don't eat meat because of your little animal buddies, which makes you just a SUPER squirrel scout, so we're gonna MAKE our own bacon!"

Julieta watched as he pulled something out of his bag. Muschrooms. She couldn't help but interrupt, even as she cooked the shallots and spinach like he asked her to.

"You...make fake meat?"

"For kids like Antonio, yeah! Gotta make sure all my little squakers get to eat!"

Antonio grinned up at her, trying not to jump on his little stool.

"I'm the only one too, so I get to eat more than the other kids!"

"Well, after I try some. Chef's gotta taste his cooking, afterall. You wanna see how I make it?"

Julieta nodded. She had to admit, it was difficult, finding foods that Antonio could eat with the family (that had variety at least). She watched as he cut mushrooms, but them on the stovetop, and added oil, salt, pepper, sugar, honey, paprika, and garlic powder. He was clearly comfortable in the kitchen, hands moving as if this was a magic act.

"Now this is what REALLY makes it. Liquid smoke. Add just a drop, boom, bacon. Here, you can have it."

Julieta looked over the bottle in her hands. She never saw something like this before, and she wasn't going to lie, there was something so...exciting about a whole knew ingredient. He pulled them off the stove after a minute of cooking, and once they looked crispy, he added it to a bowl, dousing it in more seasonings. He offered the bowl to them to try it, and while it certainly wasn't the same thing, it was in fact, new, and absolutely delicious.

"This is...Muy delicioso. You'll have to write down the recipe for me, Kronk."

"Hey, it's so easy, you'll get it in no time. Now, we cut this up, add it to the mix. And we need an egg, if a certain scout wants to help me out here. Come on, need some muscles over here."

Antonio was very happy to add the egg to the mix, letting the bird suddenly on his shoulder eat the shells.

"Do you need me to get the masa out of the fridge-"

"Tìa! You got anything for me to...woah."

They turned to look at Camilo, who of course, already had a snack in his hand. Julieta gestured to Kronk.

"This is Antonio's squirrel scout leader, Kronk. Kronk, this is Antonio's big brother, Camilo. Camilo, don't be rude."

Camilo's confusion was replaced with a smirk, and Camilo leaned against the counter right next to him.

"Maldito papi, you're a big guy, aren't you?~"

Julieta sighed into her hand. Of course. Kronk looked confused, before smiling.

"Oh, well thanks! I work out a lot. That way I get to eat more."

"You should let me eat that-"

"Camilo, Kronk here is married."

Camilo scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically.

"Damn tìa, he's married, not buried."

Julieta was about to kick him out, when Antonio tugged on her sleeve.

"Can Camilo cook with us? Please?"

Kronk looked at her, before shrugging.

"I don't mind. We could use someone to help me egg wash."

"I heard 'you' and 'washed', I'm in."

Camilo was at the counter, watching as Kronk spread the dough. Kronk handed him the bowl with the egg wash, letting him have a try. Only, he wasn't exactly doing it right.

"You uh, need help little guy?"

"Oh COULD you, Kronk? Just. Guide my hand, I'm just oh so clueless ~"

Camilo got such a big head when Kronk took his hand, and guided it against the dough. She was definitely gonna talk to Pepa about this later. Once they were done, Antonio helped put the filling in. Julieta helped with the folding, given the fact that Kronk's style was a bit unique. He watched her in fascination and glee.

"Wow, you are REALLY good at that. Feel like you're better than me. Oh yeah, it's all comin' together."

He clapped, despite the flour dusting his hands. She chuckled.

"I have lots of practice. Now, oven?"

She helped him set the oven, and Camilo took the fifteen minute wait time as a challenge.

"So. You hang out with my little brother."

"That's right! Little Tony over here is one of the sunniest, fun kids I've ever had!"

Antonio fed scraps of food to the various animals around him, nodding at Kronk's words.

"Kronk us so much FUN! We do all kinds of cool activities!"

"Yep! Even in the teen division we have some real neat stuff to do."

"Teen division?"

Oh no. If only Kronk knew. Kronk nodded.

"Oh yeah, we get guys your age in there. It's mostly sports and stretches."

Camilo played with a curl of his own hair as he studied him.

"You uh...mind showing me what kinda stretches?"

"Sure! We have your squats,"

Camilo watched with not so appropriate interest as Kronk squatted, she was so tempted to just cover his eyes.

"Your frog,"

Kronk laid on the floor, bent his arms, and lifted his legs up a bit. He held it for a moment before standing back up with surprising quickness.

"And, with the more advanced classes, ya got your 'plow'"

"Dios-PLEASE show me the plow."

"Pepa!! Come get your son!"

That was just a BIT too much. Pepa walked in alongside Félix. Pepa nodded at Kronk.

"Hey Kronk-what are you yelling at my son for now?"

Félix gave his wife a look, completely bewildered.

"Okay-who is this guy?"

"Oye I told you- Antonio and the squirrel scouts, remember? This is his troop leader, Kronk. I didn't know he was coming."

Antonio opened his arms for his mami to pick him up, and she immediately indulged him.

"I invited him to come and help cook! He said he wanted to meet the family!"

"I for one, am happy to have him as a guest. El hombre consiguió pasteles durante días~"

Pepa gave him a look for being inappropriate to a fully grown man, but was interrupted when Félix sniffed the air.

"Is...something burning?"

"MY PUFFS!!!"

He cried, immediately reaching into the oven, just BARELY remembering to put on his oven mitt. He put the tray on the counter, and sighed.

"Oh, saved 'em!"

Camilo took one from the tray, blowing on it furiously, just in time for Agustín to walk in.

"Mi amor I-who's this guy?"

Camilo spoke through his full mouth, seeming to sink into his foor.

"My future husband at this fucking point, mierda these things are good!"

Julieta helped herself to one, as did everyone else. Julieta sighed in delight, somehow feeling at peace with the food in her hands.

"He's right. These are very delightful, very heartfelt. I feel the love and effort in this. You should be VERY proud of yourself, Kronk."

Kronk blinked at her. Then his lips started to wobble. Then he just BURST into tears.

"Y-you really liked it?!"

"W-yes! Why are you crying?"

"I haven't had anyone s-said they're proud of me s-since-!"

He was sniffling too loud to be understood. Her heart immediately melted for him, and she ran up to embrace him. She let him cry and stiff loudly into her shoulder, and she lightly patted his back in comfort.

"Ya ya, pobrecito, cariño."

She watched as a squirrel ran up his shoulder, chattering against his ear. He sniffed, gently shaking his head.

"N-no, I don't need water, thank you."

Camilo raised a brow at him, helping to pat his back.

"Uh, I don't think...the SQUIRREL said that, hunkcules."

Antonio shook his little head.

"No? That's what Bucky said. Kronk can talk to squirrels."

Antonio certainly...brought an interesting friend over.

#asks #not transformers #encanto #we love this #Kronk wants love #Camilo needs to chill #and Julieta has now adopted him

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queenofthedisneyverse · 2 years

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"what did...how did you" pamamilo/hermanabel drabble - Angst?

"thank you for coming, as you can see my husband isn't here" the woman named quickly Adella passed around the room

Camilo and Mirabel were invited to her house for something very important, they just didn't know what was that important,

"uh yes um, is there something you need us for?" Mirabel adjusted her glasses

"well yes, you see erm...As you know we have a daughter named Sofia" she pointed over to the 5-month-old on the couch.

"uh yeah, do you need us to watch her?" he questioned

"yes yes we do but um didn't you guys say you would take care of children more personally if needed?"

"yes?" Mirabel wasn't quite sure of the situation but she does know what was about to happen

"look me and my husband didn't plan on having her, so I was thinking maybe you guys could take her in?" Adella put on the best smile she could for the current situation but it was more of a "we don't want this child please take her...please?" smile

Mira and Cami looked at each other in pure shock and confusion. Was she really asking two 14 yr olds to PERSONALLY take care of a child, a BABY?

"Excuse us for one moment" Camilo pulled Mirabel by the arm to the front porch of the house

"is she seriously asking us to take care of her child?" she was so confused, she's a grown woman isn't she? she should be able to take care of her right?

"I guess, we do it all the time" hehe tried to understand but the wires still weren't connecting in his head

"no Camilo she wants us to literally take her child and raise her as our own" Mira cautioned

"Mira we already do this with Antonio what's the prob- ooooh" it hit him, the madrigals are used to having Antonio around what they're not used to is a random child that's always around with no view of their actual parent.

"well if we can hi-" he was cut off by Mira putting her hand over his mouth. She took a note book and pencil out of her orange bag and gave it to Camilo. The only reason they actually have secrets is by writing things down in notebooks. if it weren't for that Dolores would have told alma basically about everything years ago.

"shh" she whispered

Camilo sat down and started writing.

Mira half of the family ignores us anyway we can hide this child and we can do it with casita's help. when it's the end of the day we take a shortcut home where no one sees us and have casita put the baby in my room where she can play while we have dinner.

Mira looked at the paper and smiled, the she took it and wrote

we can do it!

They sat on the porch for a few minutes writing more stuff down, one they were they walked back inside the house.

"yeah sorry Ms. Gomez we can't do that but we'll be happy to babysit" Camilo handed the lady a piece of paper that said-

Ms. Gomez we are happy to be fortunate enough to take care your Sofia, the reason you are reading this is because we can not say these things out loud. Please pack everything she needs so we can be on our way. Thank you!

"oh yes thank you, that'll be just fine!" Adella squealed. She ran upstairs grabbing everything that belonged to Sofia making sure not to forget anything that might be important

"thank you for this!" Adella whispered giving Mirabel toys, blankets, and diapers. Mirabel nodded with a sympathetic smile. After that, she gave Sofia to Camilo

Antonio was sitting with his siblings watching clouds go by and an idea popped into his head

<"let's paint casita!"> he thought

So he looked up but remembered that his Hermana and pama left to go to a friend's house. So Instead of Antonio waiting for them, he asked the next "best" grownup. He sat up looked around and saw Pepa talking to some friends. Antonio got off the ground and ran up to her tugging her dress.

"ti-mama can me and my friends paint casita?" he asked shyly

"uh sure whatever you want Antonio" she barely even raised Antonio so why would she listen to him.

"yes!" Antonio whispered to himself

Tonito ran back to his siblings and told them the plan, they weren't quite sure what to do since Camilo and Mirabel told them to stay in the corn fields.

"maybe we should wait for them to come back?" Alejandra asked

"hmm *gasp* It can be a surprise for them!" he bounced happily

It was about 5 pm when Camilo and mira went to Ms. Gomez's house. they left for only 10 minutes 10 goshdarn MINUTES. And somehow that was enough time for 30+ children to grab LARGE buckets of paint and nearly paint the whole casita.

"what did...how did you?" Alma was angry, no she furious, no she pissed, no SHE WAS ABOVE ALL THESE WORDS. Casita was covered in various hand prints and brush strokes that varied in color.

"What possessed you to do this?" Alma was pure rage at this point and was about the give Antonio the spanking of his life

"Pepa said we could do it" Antonio spoke in a small tone stepping back.

Mirabel and Camilo were confused,

"where did the kids go?" Mirabel stood up on her tippy toes looking into the corn fields hoping that maybe they were just hiding or playing in there.

"we told them to stay here, didn't we?" Camilo looked around twisting and turning his head so fast that he could get whiplash but didn't

before they could do anything else they hear alma shout Pepa's name. They looked back to see a raging Alma pulling an uncomfortable and in pain Antonio. She was gripping his hand too hard. Pepa jumped hearing Alma in that tone,

'y-yes mama?" pepa stuttered.

"Why on earth did you tell him he could paint casita?" she barked

"w-what" Pepa clearly didn't know what she was talking about so Alma grabbed her by the arm and dragged her back to casita.

Cami and Mira knew something was wrong and followed them. And when I tell you they were shocked they were SHOCKED. how was there paint dripping from the ceiling?

Camilo saw the other kids in the house and the fear they had on their faces. this wasn't going to go well

"I didn't tell him to do this" Pepa protested

"yes she did, when...when you were talking with your friends i-i asked you" Antonio tried to get his words out but he was so scared.

"then why don't I remember thi-" Pepa was cut off by Isabela who had followed them as well

"oh my god" Isabela had a look of pure disgust on her face at the sight of the house

<'oh great, here she comes"> Mirabel thought in annoyance.

"This is fine...this is fine all we have to do is clean it up that's all" Camilo tried to assure

"first of all who is "we" "? Isabela asked

"and this is not fine look at this place" Alma seethed

"to be fair Pepa did tell him he could do it" Mirabel chimed in

"No I did not" Pepa yelled

"then why would he say something like that, Antonio doesn't lie" Camilo yelled back

"Enough, Every single one of you will clean this up this instant! and after that, I'm telling all of your parents what you have done" Alma sneered

"what? don't punish them for something they didn't know was wrong. where's the logic in that?" Camilo Protested. in no way, shape, or form were HIS children going to be punished for something they didn't know was wrong.

"Camilo, Mirabel this does not concern you go back into town" Alma snapped back

"no this does concern us, we're not gonna watch you punish them for a stupid reason. If anything you should punish Pepa for letting them do this" oh Mirabel was hot mad, nobody was going to punish her hermanos y hermanas ever.

"Mirabel don't make me repeat myself," Alma said with anger in her toe

"no don't make me repeat MYSELF you are NOT going to punish them In my presence or EVER" Mirabel was about the throw hands any second now with alma in her face.

"Stop stop please I don't want you guys fighting" Antonio ran up to Mirabel clinging to her legs crying.

"Antonio come here NOW" Alma grabbed Antonio to Pepa and handed him to Pepa

"Pepa I trust that you will show him what happens when people lie," she said with pure ice and fury in her voice

"NO" Camilo shouted

"Excuse me" was her grandson really saying no to her and yelling.

"I won't let you" he snatched Antonio back. "if you're going to punish anybody punish me,-" Camilo begged

"or me I wasn't watching them at the moment" Mirabel pleaded walking closer to alma

"who do you think-" Alma was about to say something else but Julieta walked in

"what is going on?" she asked looking around at the painted walls, stairs, floors, and ceiling.

"Julieta you better teach your daughter to behave" alma barked

"what?" she asked

"Alright look, Abuela I'm sorry I didn't mean to shout. We will help clean this up just don't hurt Antonio ok? Mirabel despised these words but she had to say something in order to calm everyone down

Bruno in the walls;

"oh this is something you watch from a distance"

"hmph, once this is all cleaned I'm going to have a talk with all of you" Alma looked at everyone in anger and disgust then walked upstairs.

"Casita take Sofia up to my room, play with her there" Camilo whispered putting the baby down on the tiles. Casita quietly moved her away so that no one would notice.

while cleaning Antonio stayed near Camilo and Mirabel trying to stay far away from Pepa. Paint is hard to clean especially the kind that dries quickly. So it had to take everybody (not including senorita perfecta because she doesn't deserve to - alma)

"I'm sorry cami, I didn't mean to get everybody in trouble," Antonio said sadly.

"it's ok tonito, I know you didn't mean anything by it" Mirabel whispered back reassuringly

<"maybe if she didn't drink 3 bottles of wine every night she would remember what people say to her"> Camilo thought angrily

time skip

Camilo's room -

"ok, Antonio you can open your eyes now!" Camilo told casita to hide Sofia right before Antonio walked inside so it could be a surprise that Sofia was there.

"oh, hi Sofia! are we having a sleepover? Antonio asked out of confusion

"well yes but she's your in-home sister now," he says putting Sofia down in front of Antonio.

"Really, she can stay with us?" Antonio was so Excited, that he can finally live with one of his siblings.

"yeah, but we have to keep this a secret ok? this only between us three" Mirabel cautioned

"ok, Hi Sofia I want you to know that I'm in-home your big brother now and that I will always be here for you," Antonio said proudly

Sofia clapped her hands in reply.

"Sofia I'm gonna sing to you, feed you, hug you, love, and gonna do everything to make you happy!" Antonio hugged Sofia while she played with his hair

Camilo smiled to himself

<" I'm so proud" > he thought.

For the rest of the night, the Trio played with Sofia until she fell asleep which is also when Antonio fell asleep.

"Camilo what are we gonna do for Sofia's bed?" Mirabel asked

"um you go to sleep first while I watch Sofia then you do the same for me?

"ok" she replied

IDK why I was so angry writing this, I guess that helps with writing Anyway hope you guys enjoyed it!

@gamerbearmira I know you'll like this!

#hermanabel au #pamamilo au #mirabel madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal

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koolkat9 · 3 years

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FrUk Week 2021: Day2

@hetaliashipsweek

Prompt: Childhood/Old Age

Paring: FrUk

Word Count: 2012

The Luckiest Man Alive

They had been married for fifty years. It still was hard for Arthur to believe. It wasn’t that he wasn’t grateful, but at the back of his mind, there had always been that lingering thought that Francis would finally notice all his shortcomings and leave him. At least over the years, that voice had quieted immensely and Arthur learned to allow himself to be happy without worrying that it would be taken away from him.

If someone had told five-year-old Arthur that the annoying little French boy in his class would eventually become his lover, he would have kicked them in the shins. No way he could ever like someone as snobbish as Francis. The boy never failed to insult Arthur’s ‘fashion sense’ or steal his pencils. Then again it probably didn’t help that Arthur had the tendency to pull Francis’ hair and steal his books. By the first grade, things had escalated to the point the two physically and verbally fought on the daily. There were a lot of punches, bruises, and meetings with the principal during those elementary school years, but for some reason, they always kept coming back to each other.

Middle school rolled around and life got complicated. During the final years of elementary school, Arthur’s mother had been diagnosed with a serious illness. What that illness was was never revealed to Arthur even after her death, but that didn’t stop it from tearing the family apart. He had never gotten along with his brothers, but with their mother being in and out of the hospital and pressure being added onto all of them, especially Alister, they began taking out their stress on each other. They fought every day with some confrontations turning physical (on both ends). After a particularly bad fight, Arthur showed up to school with a black eye. At lunch Francis inquired about it, pushing him until he snapped and shoved Francis against the locker, hissing, “My mom’s sick and my brothers hate my guts so shut up or you’re going to be my punching bag.”

For once, Francis was shocked, and instead of shoving Arthur back, his gaze softened as he said, “I’m so sorry to hear that Arthur.” Before he could do anything else, Arthur pulled away and took off down the hall. It wouldn’t be the last argument that ended with secrets being revealed. At least both had enough respect not to bring them up again.

By the time high school rolled around, the few friends Arthur had made over his childhood years had moved away or went to the other high school in town. The only person he knew going in was Francis and once more the two of them gravitated towards each other, but this time it wasn’t for a fight. Arthur was tired. His mother had passed away a month before school had started and the feeling of home left with her. The Brit had become a shell of his former self, often isolating himself in the school library during his free time and throwing himself into his school work. He didn’t socialize unless he had to for class and began avoiding Francis like the plague. It began to worry Francis and around Christmas of their first year, Francis cornered Arthur in the library, ready to get to the bottom of whatever was eating at his enemy. Surprisingly it was easier than he thought as the Brit quickly broke down and through tears began explaining everything. The fact his mom died, that he was sick and tired of arguing with his brothers and has been couch hopping for a couple of weeks because he didn’t want to go home, and every other minor inconvenience that had been building up in his life.

Francis was stunned into silence, but before Arthur could run away like he always did when things got too personal, the French boy pulled him into a tight embrace. And Arthur let him, too tired for any struggle or to push his emotions deep down again. Francis had invited him to stay over that night and Arthur had accepted though he was hesitant. There were no arguments or fighting for once and instead they talked about other things, interests, classes, other normal teen stuff. It was nice and for the first time in the past three years, Arthur felt safe and comfortable.

After that fateful day, fights between them grew few and far between. They still bickered and argued, but it was now a more friendly matter. Francis introduced Arthur to his new friends Antonio and Gilbert and the four would remain friends well into adulthood and even old age. They were annoying just like Francis, but they also cared about him and were there for him when he needed it. But he could really do without the constant jab that Francis and he were like ‘an old married couple.’

College is when Arthur’s feelings of friendship started becoming feelings of romantic love. Francis had found a cheap apartment not far from their school and the two decided to rent it together to save money. They fell into quite a domestic routine. Francis cooked for him since Arthur could never make anything not burnt while Arthur did the dishes. Francis did laundry while Arthur folded and put the clothes away. Arthur would go out to the small garden on their balcony and Francis would join him a few minutes later with water or juice and a little snack for them. Francis had a lot of morning classes so Arthur would wake him up with a cup of coffee or tea. Arthur finally felt at home and he realized he wanted to live with Francis for the rest of his life. He tried to deny it at first, but each time Francis smiled Arthur felt his insides melt and whenever he called his name in the soft moments of the evening, he imagined being called to cuddle with him. He loved Francis, but he was too scared of possibly losing him if his feelings became known. After all, their relationship had already been turbulent, why shake it up even more?

Although they may have been getting along better than they ever had, they were still Francis and Arthur, prideful through and through and unable to go too long without some form of argument. Things were starting to build up on Arthur again with school and his growing feelings and he was starting to become more snappy than normal. They had had a few of their friendly arguments before, but eventually, everything became too much and Arthur went off at Francis when the Frenchman pushed a little too hard. “I thought we told each other everything,” Francis screamed.

“Shut up!”

“No. Not until you get it through your thick skull that pushing things down until they boil over is not healthy. I don’t even know why I bother? You’ve never listen-”

Next thing either of them knew, Arthur had Francis pinned against the wall, silencing him with a heated, angry kiss. As soon as Arthur noticed what he was doing, he pulled away, but not enough to let Francis go. The Frenchman looked at him, cheeks red, hair a mess, and eyes wide. Without a word they leaned in once more, connecting their lips in a slow, sensual kiss.

The following morning, Arthur awoke, wrapped up in Francis’ arms in Francis’ bed, clothes strewn around the room. For a moment, he allowed himself to admire the sleeping man next to him. Even with bedhead, Francis’ hair still looked beautiful and soft. His lips were slightly parted, his eyes closed, bare shoulder slightly exposed. He looked so peaceful and content which made Arthur’s heart flutter.

“Like what you see?” Francis asked, his eyes opening halfway and a soft smile spreading across his face.

“Sh-Shut up.”

“Make me.”

And Arthur did, leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss on Francis’ lips. When he retreated back, embarrassment and doubt began setting. What did this mean now? Were they lovers? What if things didn’t end up well? He couldn’t bear to lose this man after everything they had been through. Maybe it was best to just forget what had happened and go back to being friends.

“I-I don’t know if I can do this,” Arthur stuttered out. He pulled the covers up defensively, trying to avoid that kind loving gaze.

Francis was quiet for a moment and when Arthur stole a glance at him, he almost looked disappointed. “You know?” Francis began, his smile quickly returning, “We don’t have to call it anything you don’t want to. You liked what happened last night right?”

“I-I suppose…”

“I did too. Would you want to do more than just that? Like cuddle, kiss, and all that?”

Arthur was silent as he thought it over, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. “If it makes it easier,” Francis continued, “I wouldn’t mind doing that kind of stuff, but if you don’t want to...I won’t push.”

Francis really was perfect. Attentive, loving, respectful when it mattered. What did he see in Arthur who just seemed to be a ball of anger and pent-up feelings? But the knowledge they wouldn’t be making this an official thing (at least not yet), put Arthur at ease and he decided to accept it.

A couple months later, Arthur had worked up the courage to accept Francis’ offer of a date, and of course, being the thoughtful lover the man was, Francis provided him with the ideal date. They had gone to the park for a picnic lunch before heading to the theatre for a show. At night they cuddled up in Francis’ bed and fell asleep. It had been a pretty good day, but Arthur’s competitiveness had been sparked. Next date, he was planning it and he was going to impress Francis.

He got a reservation at the new French restaurant in town. Francis seemed to have enjoyed the food, but he said he could have always made such a meal at home. Arthur only rolled his eyes telling him that he was doing something nice for him so be grateful. Francis had giggled, making Arthur realize just how deep he was. It was exhilarating and a little nerve-wracking. After dinner, they headed out back to a garden area where a wishing well stood. “Do you have a coin?” Francis asked, peering into the well.

“You’re lucky, here.”

Francis pulled the coin to his chest closing his eyes before tossing it into the well with a plop.

“What did you wish for?” Arthur asked, peering down into the well.

Francis brought a finger to his lips with a wink. “I can’t tell you or it won’t come true.”

Arthur’s nostalgia trip was interrupted by a pair of arms snaking around his waist and a firm kiss being pressed into his neck.

“What are you doing mon amour?” Francis asked in a low voice.

“Just...reminiscing.” Arthur lifted his hand, admiring the silver band on his finger. “Who would have thought we’d be here, like this, all those years ago.”

Francis chuckled. “Mhm. At least my wish came true.”

Arthur twisted his head to get a better look at the man behind him“Are you talking about that one you made on our second date?”

“Oui.”

“And what was it?”

“I would marry and spend the rest of my life with you.”

“You big sap.”

“Peut-être, but you love me for it.”

“What gave you that idea?”

“Oh, you wound me,” Francis exclaimed, clutching his chest.

The two lovers erupted into a fit of laughter before going in for a kiss. It was sweet and quick, matching the playful moment. I couldn’t last forever as Arthur noticed the time. “We better go pick up the boys from the airport,” he suggested, “they’ll be landing soon.”

Francis planted one more kiss on his forehead, before taking Arthur’s hand and pulling him out the door. Truly, Arthur was the luckiest man in the world and he had over fifty years' worth of evidence to prove it.

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phykios · 3 years

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honesty and promise me, co-written with @darkmagyk [read on ao3]

Update: Annabeth has not done what needs to be done.

August moves over into September, hot and sweltering days giving way to the first few hints of the coming autumn chill. One unseasonably cold night, Annabeth had gone to bed wrapped in one of Percy’s old Paris Opera sweaters, waking up with it and wearing it home to ward off the chill of the morning drizzle, like some a normal girlfriend would.

It’s a problem, she knows, but she just cannot quit this man.

And boy did she try, about a hundred different times.

One time, she spent an entire Tuesday before seeing him googling around until she found a picture. It was three years old, and it showed Mittie--oh, sorry, Her Royal Highness Margherita--at a soccer game in Moscow. Next to her is the handsomest man in the world. Percy’s hair is shorter, and something about his windbreaker reminds her of some of the crew boys she knew at Harvard. They aren’t touching, but they are both smiling. This is the kind of girl Percy deserves. This is the kind of girl he should want. His type. She reminds herself of it for hours before meeting him at a show. But the smile he gives her is nothing like the one in the pictures with the princess. And when he whispers what he wants to do to her that evening, she just can’t do it.

She even took him to his favorite pizza place once to soften the blow. But then she thought about how her dumping him would forever taint the magic of Antonio’s for the both of them, and she just couldn’t abide that.

So she kept putting it off. And putting it off. And putting it off.

And then he asked her to dinner with his parents again, on his one night off in three weeks.

“You’re sure you don’t want me to bring you something?” he asks for the fourth time, concern making his connection thin and tinny.

“It’s just a little stomach thing,” she lies, shaking out a ramen flavor packet. “I’ll be fine. You go have fun with your mom.”

“Okay. I’ll call later to check up on you.”

She rolls her eyes. “I’m just going to be asleep.”

“Talk to you later.”

“Yeah.”

He clicks off. Her apartment is very quiet. For lack of anything else to do, she decides to check her mail.

Who even mails anything anymore, she thinks.

Rifling through the pile of wasted paper, she sighs at the banality of it all. Junk, junk, junk, NYCB brochure she needs to cancel, junk… Harvard?

She peers at it.

The red seal is unmistakable, as is her name, printed in neat, black ink. “Ms. Annabeth Chase.” Why are they contacting her? And more importantly, who the fuck gave them her address?

Hands shaking, she unfolds it. “Dear Ms. Chase,” it reads, “Thank you for your generous contribution to the Harvard Graduate School of Design. As one of our most promising graduates, we are so pleased and thrilled to receive your encouragement. With your gift, we were able to reach our fundraising goal of $2.5million, which will go to support the various operations of the school, so that we can continue to provide a top-notch education for your fellow students. You do make a difference for us, and we are immensely thankful for you!” And then it goes on. “As a thank you for your generous gift of $15,000, we would like to invite you to the Alistair Moore dinner for distinguished graduates and faculty. We would be delighted to receive you at...”

She can’t finish, dyslexia scrambling the words in front of her. Or maybe that’s just her, trembling so hard she has to sit down. Fifteen thousand. The Alistair Moore dinner. She knows it well, yet another fancy networking event, like the Eta Industries party. Bile rises in her throat. Who would…

The answer hits her like a freight train. Only one person would be so bold.

Crumpling the letter in her fist, she pulls out her phone, dialing the number she still stubbornly has memorized, despite deleting it off her contacts list.

She isn’t sure if she’s upset that she gets his voicemail, or relieved. “Hey, dad. It’s me,” she says, grimacing as she starts off like he wouldn’t recognize her voice. Like it’s any other phone call. “I got your message. The Alistair Moore dinner? I’m not going. I told you, I don’t want your help. I don’t need your help. What I need,” she sneers, “is for you to butt out and leave me the hell alone.”

Then she hangs up, before she can chicken out and delete it.

She shoves the letter into her recycling bin, down to the very bottom. Out of sight and out of mind.

Well, her night is pretty much ruined.

Ramen growing colder, she lies on her couch, her head hanging over the edge, studiously not looking at her phone. She shouldn’t have left that message. She shouldn’t have opened that letter. She shouldn’t have rebuffed Percy’s invitation. Or maybe she was right, in all those situations. Who the fuck knows. Who the fuck cares. Her leg bounces, frantic, stomach roiling.

Like a gunshot, her phone vibrates on her coffee table. Annabeth catapults herself up, reaching for it, nearly dropping it, even as her eyes begin to blur. Please let it be her dad. Please let it be anyone else but her dad. Please. Please. Please.

checking in, writes Percy. feeling any better?

With a sob, she hits call. He picks up after the second ring.

“Hey,” he says, softly. “Everything okay?”

“Can,” she hiccups. God damn it. God damn her. “Can you please come over?”

She can feel his demeanor change over the phone. “I’ll be right there,” he says, calm and collected. “What’s your address?”

Her address is supposed to be a secret. No one is supposed to know where she lives. She doesn’t even like Luke knowing where she lives, and he might be the closest thing she has to family right now. But she tells Percy, and he promises to be there within thirty minutes. Throwing her arms over her face, she lies back down, breathing through her nose so she doesn’t vomit.

He makes it in twenty. here is the simple text, devoid of any hearts or emojis, and she buzzes him up. Less than a minute later, he knocks on her door. “It’s open,” she calls, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes.

Softly, the door clicks open, someone smoothly and quietly stepping inside. “Annabeth?”

“Here,” she moans. She should get up to greet him. She can’t feel her legs. She can’t feel anything at all.

The couch dips as someone sits next to her, a warm, large hand on her shoulder, and she can’t help but open her eyes. Percy is there in his blue sweater that she returned the last time she had slept over at Nico’s apartment, his brow furrowed in worry, but he’s smiling a little, too, just happy to see her, to see that she’s safe. In his other hand, he holds up a plastic bag. “I brought you a cookie,” he says, gently. “Chocolate chip.”

Annabeth blinks. “It’s… blue.”

He nods. “It is.”

Blue cookies. His mom’s special recipe, he had told her, for bad days of aching feet, harsh dance instructors, and school bullies.

The dam breaks.

She launches herself into Percy’s embrace, sobbing. He tucks her head into his neck, his arms coming up around her. “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “It’s okay.”

“I’m--I’m so sorry,” she gets out, in between heaving breaths. “I just--I didn’t want to be alone and--”

He shakes his head against hers, his nose in her hair. “I’m here. It’s okay.”

They sit there for a long, long time, him holding her as she cries, pathetic. She can only imagine what it must be like from Percy’s end: here he was, having a lovely dinner with his mother uptown on his night off, only to get a frantic call from his hookup, demanding that he drop everything and rush to her side. And he did. He even fucking brought her one of his mom’s special cookies.

She does not deserve this perfect, amazing man.

It’s that thought more than anything else that pulls her out of her spiral, her sobs abating somewhat. “There we go,” he says, sweetly. “I’m going to get you some water, okay? Be right back.”

Resisting the urge to hold onto his sleeve like some kind of child, she lets him pull away, stepping into her kitchen. Head aching and eyes puffy, she can’t even really register the fact that he is in her apartment right now. Her secret hideaway. Her sanctum sanctorum. He can see her tasteful couches and her expensive coffee maker and her giant TV screen.

But honestly? She doesn’t care about any of that right now. All she cares about is the long, solid line of Percy’s body next to hers as he sits back down next to her, handing her a glass of water. She drinks it down, greedily, falling back against him, his hand automatically coming up to her shoulder, and she turns into his side, drinking him in, just as desperate.

They don’t speak, just holding onto each other.

As she drifts off, there on her couch, her arm around Percy’s midsection, she only has one real thought in her head.

Forget the apartment--this is her sanctum sanctorum. This is her safe space.

***

Annabeth wakes up in a bed that isn’t her own, in an apartment that isn’t her own.

It reminds her, weirdly enough of her mom’s apartment, she thinks as she sits up in the soft, cream sheets, here in New York. She had only ever been a handful of times, whenever her mother deigned to claim her for their allotted family time. She doesn’t remember much about that place--mostly the skyline through the window, the low, uncomfortable furniture, the spotless, empty kitchen.

Across from the bed is a mirror, squat and wide. Annabeth has her hair back, her face devoid of metal. She looks tired, she thinks, and maybe a little older, dark, heavy bags beneath her eyes. She’s wearing a real, actual set of pajamas, rather than a sweater or an oversized shirt, pale pink silk tight around her body.

Shaking her head, she looks down, and spies a thin band of gold on her left hand, which rests on her stomach, sporting a slight, but noticeable curve.

Only then does she realize it’s a dream. She lets out a grateful sigh. Just a dream.

It seems like a pretty boring one, too. She’s older, a little fatter, and has a nicer apartment. Somewhere in the distance is the indistinct sound of a person singing. And beyond that the even more indistinct sound of the city.

Stumbling out of bed, her feet falling into a pair of soft, pink slippers, perfectly positioned next to her bed, she makes her way out into the apartment. The walls are cream, decorated with generic seaside landscapes, a nondescript sailboat in the background against an unchanging, cornflower blue sky.

The kitchen is empty. Breakfast is cooked, laid out on a placemat at the kitchen island, but no one is there eating it. No one is there cleaning up, or making coffee. The food looks delicious, like a magazine spread: a perfectly made bowl of granola and yogurt, a lemon poppyseed muffin, a glass of orange juice on the side. Nutritious. Small.

It’s weird. It’s really weird.

Moving on, she enters the living room. There’s a little girl on her knees, maybe three or four, she’s wearing a red pinafore over a white polo shirt and Mary Janes shined like the top of the Chrysler building. The preschool version of a prep-school uniform. She’s hunched over the glass coffee table, frizzy blonde curls bouncing as she moves her hand back and forth, scribbling with a colored pencil on a piece of paper.

All of a sudden, she notices Annabeth standing there.

“Mommy!” She jumps up, holding the pencil behind her back, her green eyes wide with apprehension. “I--I was--”

She hears whistling, and turns to see… well, it's Percy, but he looks nothing like her Percy. His hair is cropped shorter, parted and moussed perfectly flat. He’s in a three piece suit. He’s in trousers. Not a pair of sweatpants or a muscle tee in sight.

He stops when he sees her. “Sorry, didn’t know you were awake, wouldn’t have been singing.” Which makes no sense, Because Annabeth loves Percy’s ambient music. He looks around her, speaking to his--to the girl, “I told you you’d have to stop when mommy got up.”

Annabeth glances at the little girl, who nods too solemnly.

“Don’t worry,” this stranger wearing Percy’s face says, “She’s ready for school. She is ready for her Math qualification. I only said she could draw for a little, to calm herself down.” He glances at the girl again. “Put your things back in the art box, and we’ll go to school. I have an 8:30 meeting with the board.”

The little girl runs off. Holding her paper and her pencils close to her chest, like she’s afraid someone is going to take them away from her. Maybe someone is.

Percy turns to her. “I confirmed our reservations at 7 tonight at Sarabeth’s with your mother’s assistant this morning. And the nanny is going to stay late, so we don’t have to bring her.”

The her in question reappears just then. She’s so small. And she’s carrying a backpack. She looks like that breakfast, out of a magazine. But normally kids in magazines smile.

“Are you ready?” Annabeth’s voice finally says.

A beat, then she nods again. “Yes, mommy.”

“Good,” she says. Outside, the sunlight through the windows isn’t so bright anymore, but dark and cold, like a solar eclipse. “Make me proud.”

And she turns to go back to bed, but the floor has disappeared, and she steps on nothing, tumbling down into the void.

With a start, she wakes up again in her bed, to the smell of breakfast in the air. Which is confusing, because she’s pretty sure she fell asleep on the couch, and she usually doesn’t wake up in time for breakfast, let alone actually make it herself: she has Percy for that, now.

Right. Percy.

It comes back to her in flashes: the donation, the voicemail, calling Percy out of desperation. Inviting him into her room, her bed. Falling asleep in his arms.

She physically shakes her head, roughly scrubbing her face, forcing herself further into consciousness. The light coming through her window is grey and weak, doing absolutely nothing to help her out. The morning feels muted, for some reason, like it’s very far away. Maybe it was her nightmare.

She can’t hear Percy, Annabeth realizes. That’s what’s wrong. She can smell breakfast, but she can’t hear him puttering away. She doesn’t hear the clanking of pans as he tries to be quiet, or his off-key humming, or the dull thump of footfalls on her floor as he practices his steps.

God, how late did she sleep? If he has to leave for a morning class he usually makes sure to wake her up, first. For a kiss if nothing else.

But when she pads out to her kitchen, she’s stunned to find Percy still there, sitting at her warped kitchen table. There are two plates in front of him, eggs and bacon untouched and cooling. He’s fully dressed, too, in his dark jeans and stupid dance pun t-shirt: “Girls Just Wanna Have Buns,” his sweater on the empty chair. Annabeth had been weirdly looking forward to wearing that this morning; he likes seeing her in his clothes, and she likes seeing him without them. It’s a system that works for them, typically leading to a lot of smiles, a couple giggles, and maybe another round or two before he has to leave.

He’s not smiling now. His gaze is fixed on his plate, hands in his lap. “Morning,” she croaks, softly.

Percy lifts his eyes to her, unfathomable like the sea. “Morning.”

Something in her stops her from sliding into the seat across from him. Standing gives her strength, gives her power that she doesn’t want to give up. She may not be able to tell what Percy is thinking right now, but she knows when someone is gearing up for a fight. “What is it?”

“What is what?”

“What’s the matter?”

He is uncharacteristically still. Annabeth has gotten so used to him expressing himself via his body, the stillness is unsettling. Percy holds her gaze for a moment, then sucks in a breath, sitting up a little bit straighter. “I kicked over your recycling by mistake, and when I was cleaning up, I…” He bites his lip, a little ashamed. “I accidentally read some of your mail.”

“Okay.” He can’t be that broken up about her junk mail, can he?

It’s only then that she sees it, laid out neatly next to the breakfast plate. The letter has been carefully uncrumpled, but the red Harvard seal is as obnoxiously bright as ever. “I don’t mean to pry, but…” Percy licks his lips, gathering his words together. “I thought you didn’t get into Harvard?”

She doesn’t say anything.

“It’s just--this is from the Graduate School of Design,” he continues, looking at the page as if to confirm it. “And the dean says you were one of their ‘most promising graduates,’ here, so. That means you have, what, a master’s degree? Right?”

Still, she doesn’t say anything.

Percy rubs a hand over his mouth, square jaw squaring further. “I guess I just don’t understand why you lied to me.”

“I never--” she blurts.

“I mean, were you trying to spare my New Yorker sensibilities by telling me you didn’t get in? Did you think I would actually care?”

There’s nothing she can say in response. So she doesn’t.

After a moment, he blows out a sharp breath. “So. Fifteen thousand dollars, huh.”

She sighs, looking away. It’s not like Annabeth doesn’t hate it, too. “I didn’t do that,” she says, crossing her arms. “My dad did it, he just put it under my name.”

“And, he did that… why? I mean,” he tilts his head, a little bewildered. “I thought you guys weren’t on speaking terms.”

“To try and get me to network again, probably.” She shrugs. “And I’m not on speaking terms with him. He just hasn’t gotten the memo yet.”

He hasn’t raised his voice at all. He hasn’t moved from his seat, or made any kind of threatening gesture, but like an approaching storm cloud, she can feel the anger rolling in, dense and crackling. “Does he do this a lot, your dad? Throw his money around for you?”

“It’s not like I asked him to.”

But he’s shaking his head, rueful. “I don’t know how I didn’t see it before. You know, I thought it was weird that you could afford an apartment in the East Village with a bedroom on periodic architecture contracts, but I’m guessing he pays for that, too?”

He’s right, of course, but that doesn’t stop her from bristling. “It’s a trust fund,” she snaps. “It’s still my money.”

“A trust fund,” he says, softly. “Right.”

Anger lances through her, cold and burning. Just because her dad had set it up for her didn’t mean that she wouldn’t use it. “Yeah, a trust fund. Is that a crime, now?”

He opens his mouth as if to say something, then snaps it shut with an audible click. Pushing his chair out, he stands up, hands flat on the table. “I should go and get ready for my class. I’ll… I’ll text you later, okay?” Percy takes a step towards her, hands reaching for her on instinct, then pauses. “See you around.”

Percy leaves without so much as a look back, closing the door so quietly she can barely hear it over the roar of blood in her ears.

#my fic #percabeth #the rivalry ends here #ballet au #😈😈😈#darkmagyk #happy endings onlyyyyyyyy #percabeth fic #PJO

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leossmoonn · 3 years

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Confessions [Stefan Salvatore]

masterlist

pairing - stefan salvatore x fem!reader

type - fluff, lil angst

note / request - “hi i just wanted to say absolutely loved your recent stef imagine🥰🥰can you write more of him? if you’re up for it!! also one where maybe like they’re always teasing and bickering because they like each other <33″ YES AH I LOVE STEFAN. yall are gonna hate me SO MUCH in the ending. enjoy :)

summary - after a little teasing goes to far, you’re forced to tell stefan your real feelings for him

warnings / includes - mild language, suggestive language. italics are your thoughts

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*gif isn’t mine*

“Stefan!” You exclaimed.

Stefan rolled his eyes. “I had him!”

“No, you didn’t!” You shouted. “God, why can’t you just let me do my job! Why do you have to be such a control freak.”

“Cause I’m the one who made the plan,” Stefan said.

“Yeah, and it was literal dog-shit. I was about to stake him!” You said, putting your hands up in the air in exasperation.

Stefan rolled his eyes. “You should be thankful. You would’ve been toast if I didn’t come in.”

You clenched your jaw. “I’ll make you into toast.” You went to lunge at him, but arms pulled your back quickly. You kicked your feet in the air, trying to get out of the hold that Damon had you in.

“Let me go! I need to kick his ass!” You exclaimed.

Stefan smirked, “You’re human, you wouldn’t last one second.”

“We’ll see about that,” you said, managing to rustle out of Damon’s grip.

“Stop it!” Caroline yelled. You looked at the blonde who had her fangs out, ready to get in between you and Stefan.

“He started it!” You straightened up, pointing at Stefan.

“No, she did!” Stefan exclaimed.

“You two are act like 5 year olds. Grow up. Y/n, you were about to die if Stefan hadn’t come in,” Caroline said.

You scoffed, turning to your friend. “Really, Care?”

“See, told you,” Stefan snickered.

“But,” Caroline started, looking to Stefan. “You should’ve trusted her. She's more than capable of handling herself.”

You smirked. “HA! In your face, Salvatore!”

Stefan rolled his eyes. “I just didn’t want you to get hurt. I can’t live without my best friend.”

You teasing smirk turned to a soft smile. “Aw, Stef, I always knew you cared about me.”

“Barely,” Stefan scoffed.

“Oh, sure,” you giggled, walking up to him. “You adore me.”

“Only in some aspects,” Stefan said. “Oh, yeah? What are those aspects?” You smiled.

“Like when you’re quiet,” Stefan smiled at you.

Ouch.

You frowned, “Wow, so nice.”

“Well, you asked,” Stefan shrugged.

“Hm, true. Alright well, I’m tired of getting my feelings hurts by a vampires so, I’m gonna go home,” you said, walking over to the door.

“No, Y/n! Stay for dinner!” Elena begged. “Nah, I’m okay. I have ice cream at my house,” you shrugged.

“You sure?” Caroline asked.

“Yeah. See you guys tomorrow,” you smiled and waved before exiting the Salvatore’s house. You sighed and went to your car, going in and heading home. Once you got home, you put on your pjs and opened a pint of cookies and cream ice cream. You turned on Criminal Minds and cuddled up on the couch.

15 minutes into the episode, a knock on your door sounded. You paused the tv, getting up. You grabbed pepper spray and a knife you had hiding in a vase, going to the door hesitantly.

It’s 10:50 PM. Who is at my door?

You peaked through your window, relaxing immediately as you saw Stefan. You put your weapons on a nearby table, opening the door.

“Hey,” you smiled.

“Hi,” Stefan smiled back.

“What’re you, uh, doing here?” You asked. “I came bearing gifts. As an apology for being mean,” Stefan said, holding out a box of chocolates, a box of pizza, and some soda.

“And I should forgive you, why?” You asked.

“Because I’m your best friend and you love me?” He smiled.

You pursed your lips, putting your finger on your chin. “Hm, well, I do love chocolate and pizza and soda. I also kind of consider you as a friend, too, so... sure. I forgive you.”

Stefan smiled. “Awesome. Can I come in and hang out for a bit?”

“Sure,” you said, moving out of the way so he could step in. He stepped inside, slipping off his shoes and his leather jacket.

“Whatcha watching?” He asked, walking into the living room.

“Criminal Minds,” you said, walking in with him.

“Ah, nice. The show doesn’t scare you?” Stefan asked.

“Not when you’ve seen a vampire rip a person’s head off right in front of you,” you chuckled, taking your seat on the couch again. Stefan sat next to you, putting his arm on the top ledge of the couch.

“Right,” he chuckled.

You sat back into him, putting your head on his chest. Stefan put his arm around you, pulling you closer to him.

This was normal behaviour for you and him. You two had been best friends for the past 3 years since he came here. You two connected instantly. You were witty and teasing, which was something Stefan couldn’t help but be intrigued by and attracted to. After finding out he was a vampire, you two became closer. You learned all his secrets, everything about his childhood, and slowly fell in love with him. It was cliché, you knew, but it was true.

You had always been attracted to him, since day one. He was handsome, no doubt. He was also kind and dedicated to helping his friends and family, which was something you admired. You’re little crush on him stemmed from when he had saved you from Kol Mikaelson. Kol pushed you off the terrace after you tried to stake him, making you fall hundred of feet. You truly thought you were about to die, but Stefan Salvatore swooped in and saved you. From the moment he caught you in his arms, when you looked into his eyes, when your lips almost met, was the exact moment you knew you were starting to like him. The time you realized you were in love with him was when the teasing started.

You two had been friends for about a good year or so. You two had always had a playful relationship. You two made it that way because you two liked each other and it was easier to be mean to each other than admit your feelings, but you two didn’t know that about each other. Anyways, the moment you fell in love with him was when he was helping you cook for you and your friends. You were trying to have a nice night without all the crazy. Stefan and you were cutting some vegetables up when you sliced your finger. You expected him to go all crazy, but really, he helped you out. When he was cleaning up the cut and wrapping the bandage around your finger, there was a moment when both your eyes met and a little voice in your head that said, ‘he’s the one you love and are gonna marry’.

It had shocked you, at first, and there was a period of time where you shut him out because you couldn’t deal with your feelings. But you soon realized that you couldn’t live without your best friend and that if you weren’t gonna confess your feelings, you would at least keep him as a best friend. So, you two started to tease each other more and would bicker like an old married couple. Everyone seemed to notice your feelings for each other but you two. It was truly amazing, but you two seemed happy this way, so no one every really bothered you guys.

“Wow, that’s not gross at all,” Stefan said, commenting on what was happening in the show.

“Yeah. it’s kinda weird, but I’ve been watching this show for 10 seasons so, you know, I’m very used to it,” you shrugged.

Stefan smiled down at you, admiring how pretty you looked all natural, hair in a bun, and in your pjs. He liked how focused you were on the show, even though mutilated bodies were being shown on the screen, very very up close.

“I never would’ve pegged you for a criminal show type-of-girl,” Stefan said.

“I’m full of surprises,” you grinned.

“Yeah, I know,” Stefan smirked. You looked up at him, your eyes skimming his lips before gazing into his eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked.

“Nothing,” he shrugged.

You started to yawn, putting your attention back on the tv.

“You should get some rest. You had a big day,” Stefan said.

“No, I wanna stay up and be a rebellious teen!” You exclaimed.

“You’re 18. You’re not a teen anymore,” Stefan chuckled.

You smiled, “True. But hey, you are! Aren’t you, like, 17?” You asked, looking back up at him.

“Yeah, but I’m also 165 years old,” he said.

“Haha, you’re still younger than me. I order you to go to your room and sleep. Oh, and you can’t talk back to me,” you giggled, teasing him.

Stefan rolled his eyes, “Ha-ha, you’re so funny.”

“Stefan Antonio Salvatore! Do not talk back to me!” You exclaimed, getting up from the couch. “Go to you room!”

Stefan stood up with you, towering over you. “How about I take you with me?”

You looked into his deep, green eyes. Your breath hitched, your heart racing to the point where you thought you were going to have a heart attack. Stefan took your hand in his, lighting your skin on fire. Heat rose up to your face, making you hide your face from his view so he didn’t see you blushing. But he put his other hand on your chin, lifting your face up and looking you in the eyes.

Your eyes went down slowly to his lips, subconsciously licking your own at the thought of kissing him. Your eyes went back up to his, noticing his eyes on your lips, too. Stefan’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling you in so your bodies touched. You felt the warmth radiating off of him, wanting to stay there forever. And as much as you wanted to kiss him, you knew you couldn’t. You knew he didn’t like you like that, and this was one of his ways of teasing you. So, you pulled away, turning away from his once more.

“You should, um, go. We’re both tired and stuff,” you said.

Stefan frowned, wishing you would follow along with him, but he didn’t try again. He didn’t want to force you into anything, especially since he wasn’t too sure about your feelings for him.

“Alright. I’ll go. I’ll see you later,” he said.

You nodded, not looking at him. “Bye.”

You heard the door open, hearing Stefan mutter a ‘goodbye’. Once the door closed, you started to cry. Tears that were forming in your eyes fell, coming down like a waterfall. You put your fist in your mouth, trying to drown out the sound of your cries, not wanting to wake your mom. You went to your room, curling up on your bed and hugging your pillow.

I wish I would’ve kissed him.

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You walked in Elena’s house, your mouth watering at the smell of bacon and eggs.

“Hm, who’s cooking?” You asked.

“Me,” Stefan smiled once you came around the corner.

“Oh, great,” you said. “Aw, come on, I apologized to you last night. Be nice,” Stefan said.

“Being nice to do is the last thing on my to-do list,” you snorted. “Give me some eggs and bacon?” “Nope. Say sorry,” Stefan said.

You rolled your eyes, walking over to Stefan and the stove. “In your dreams. Now, give me food, Stuffy,” you smiled, using a nickname you had made up for him.

“Not a chance, Y/n/n,” Stefan smirked.

You sighed and tried to grab the plate of bacon that was in his hand, but he held it up in the air. You huffed, jumping up and trying to get the plate from him.

“Stefan, I’m hungry! I didn’t have an actual dinner last night. Please,” you begged, jumping up, barely touching the plate.

Stefan put the plate down to your reach. You smiled, “See, I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

Right as you were about to grab the bacon, Stefan swiftly put the plate down, taking both your wrists in his hands. You fought against him, a big smile on your face.

Caroline, Elena, and Alaric scoffed in the living room.

“Are they ever gonna get together?” Alaric asked.

“Sometimes it seems like it,” Caroline says. “And sometimes it doesn’t,” Elena sighed.

“Why? They’re like, perfect for each other,” Alaric said, smiling a little when seeing Stefan scoop you in, spinning you around.

“They’re so oblivious to each other’s love, it’s annoying,” Elena said.

“And weirdly movie-like,” Caroline said. She sighed, looking at the two of you longingly. “I want what they have.”

“More like lack there of,” Alaric snickered.

Elena hit his shoulder, going over to the kitchen. “Okay, love birds, let’s eat. I’m starving,” Elena said.

Stefan let you go, your feet landing on the ground.

“So you’ll listen to Elena and not me?” You asked.

“Hm... yep,” Stefan smiled sweetly.

“Rude,” you remarked, making your way to the kitchen table.

Stefan brought over the food and you dug in. You all talked about a new plan to take out Klaus, which led to you needing to go back to your house to get some vampire-hunting supplies.

“Mind if I go with you? Might be some heavy lifting I’ll need to do,” Stefan said.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m strong enough, but sure. I could use someone to make it less boring.” You got up, putting on your shoes and jacket.

“See you later, guys,” you smiled and waved to the rest of your friends.

They waved back at you and Stefan followed you out to your car.

“So, what’s the reason you wanted to go with me?” You asked, getting in your car.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I’m bored.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “Okay, yeah, what’s the real reason.”

“I um... I wanted to talk about last night,” Stefan said.

“Alright, but nothing happened. We did our little friendly-cuddle, you got all up in my personal space, and then you left and I went to bed,” you said.

Stefan shook his head, “No, Y/n. That’s not what happened.”

You parked your car in your driveway, getting out and going into your house.

“Then what happened, Stefan. Tell me,” you said, walking into your room and going into your closet.

“Well, we did do our cuddle thing, but it definitely wasn’t friendly. We also almost kissed,” Stefan said, following you.

“Sure, Stefan. You have a funny imagination, you know,” you said, getting out your box of weaponry.

“We did, Y/n. Stop being in denial. I also know that you cried after I left,” he said.

You looked up at him, scoffing and moving past him.

He just wants to get under my skin.

“Y/n, this isn’t one of the times where you can just walk away and we forget about it. I’m serious,” Stefan said.

Shit.

“How do you know I cried?” You asked.

“I... I heard you using my super-hearing through the door,” Stefan admitted.

You shook your head, “Stalker.”

Stefan went up behind you, grabbing your forearm, causing the box you had to drop on the floor. He turned you to him, looking deep and hard into your eyes.

“Let me go, Stefan,” you muttered through a clenched jaw.

“No. Why won’t you talk to me about this?” He asked.

“Be-Because I don’t want to. I have a right to not want to do anything, you know. Let me go!” You exclaimed, fighting against him.

Stefan shook his head. “No. I want to know why you pulled away. We had a moment, Y/n, and we’ve always been having moments since we met. I... I don’t know if you are in love with me, like I am with you, but I felt something last night. I know you did, too. I saw in your eyes and I know that you were crying because you pulled away and you were upset. So, Y/n, why’d you pull away?”

You looked up at him helplessly. “I... I pulled away because I was scared.”

“Scared of what?” Stefan asked softly.

“Scared of what would happen. I didn’t know if you loved me back. I was scared that if I kissed you, that I would lose our friendship. And as much as I wanted to kiss you, I can’t risk losing you,” you confessed.

Stefan’s hands let go of your wrists, going over to your waist. He pulled you closer, your bodies touching once again. Your heart beat against your ribcage, making you more nervous than ever. You looked up at him, leaning in closer.

“You’re in love with me?” You asked.

“Yeah. Probably since we became friends,” Stefan said.

“Me, too,” you smiled.

“I figured after last night,” Stefan smiled.

You chuckled, “Yeah.”

“So, are you gonna pull away now?” Stefan asked. He put his hand on your cheek, his hand staying on the small of your back. He looked into your eyes, waiting for your answer.

You shook your head with a smile. “No, not this time.”

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Hetalia Family Week - Day 1: Hobbies

This is my entry for @hetafamilyweek day 1 - hobbies (and hugs)

Summary: They didn't have time for family hangouts often, with them being nations and all that, but whenever they did, it was safe to say it was the most fun any of them would have that week.

Sometimes, they would just go for a coffee or lunch or have a picnic. Other times, they would binge-watch a series while cuddling on the couch. And then, there were times like this.

This has also been posted to my a03!

Disclaimer: the opinions of the characters aren’t necessarily the authors opinion. Also, some of the sentences have been translated with Google Translate. If there is any mistake, please let me know and I'll fix as soon as possible! The translations are at the end.

Names used:

Willem = Netherlands

Femke = Belgium

Laurent = Luxembourg

Antonio = Spain

Matthew = Canada

Abel = Holland, @starflight-blog oc

Sjoerd = Friesland, @starflight-blog oc

Lieke = Groningen, @starflight-blog oc

Relevant headcanons time!

- Femke owns a cat named Mika

- Matthew and Willem are married (see end notes for more info)

- Matthew uses he/they pronouns

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They didn't have time for family hangouts often, with them being nations and all that, but whenever they did, it was safe to say it was the most fun any of them would have that week.

Sometimes, they would just go for a coffee or lunch or have a picnic. Other times, they would binge-watch a series while cuddling on the couch. And then, there were times like this.

"Can't you two sit still for like five minutes? If you want this painting to actually look good, you're gonna have to let me actually have time to paint you!"

"What if we want it to look like Picasso?"

"Laurent, hoepel een eind op, Picasso sucks and so do his paintings."

"Don't let Antonio hear you say that."

"Antonio can go fuck himself."

"Guys, let's keep this fun, alright? I want to enjoy this day," Femke chimed in. Willem huffed but didn't complain further. Laurent grinned and continued composing a piece for the harp standing next to him.

(When Laurent had led them towards his "inspiration room" as he liked to call it, which was just a room filled with instruments, art supplies and more, both siblings had been filled with dread at the thought of Laurent playing the tuba, or god forbid, the trombone. Willem had said: "Laurent, I swear to god, if you're going to play the tuba or the trombone, I'm going to throw both you and the instrument out of the nearest window." To which Laurent had been a smartass and replied, "Can you even lift all that weight though?" That had ended up in a chase through the house that ended when Femke tackle-hugged both.)

The comfortable silence continued for a while, broken only by the occasional sigh from one of the siblings or Laurent trying the piece on the harp.

"Hey, Fem," Laurent walked up to her while he was taking a quick break, "What're you making?"

"Well, I'm trying to embroider our pets, but this stitch just won't work, godverdomme-"

"Maybe you should take a break and come back to it later? It's getting late anyway, we should eat dinner soon," Laurent suggested. Femke nodded. When no conformation came from Willem, they turned to him.

"Hey, earth to Willem! Did you hear what we just said?" Laurent asked, walking up to him and quickly stopping next to him. "Nondikass!" He exclaimed. "Willem, that looks amazing! How'd you do that in such a short time?!"

Femke, now curious, walked up to her brothers and peeked over their shoulders. "What the fuck, Willem," she gaped at the painting in front of her. It was clearly her and Laurent doing their respective hobbies, with beautiful lighting and background. The vibrant colours of the front of the painting was a stark contrast to the background, which had much softer tones. "You told us you were rusty! What part of this is rusty?!"

Willem, who was now looking more like a tomato, opened his mouth, no doubt to point out all the things that were wrong with it, but Laurent cut him off. "Nope, Mr. Perfectionist, you're not pointing out all the imperfections of this, and that's final. This is a masterpiece, seriously. Don't give me that look!"

"You know," Femke mused, "I might actually hang this in my house once it's dry."

"Guys," Willem said, flustered, "It's not that good. Really. Thanks for the compliments, but-"

"No buts!" Femke exclaimed at the same time Laurent yelled: "Not that good?!"

"Yeah, it's... the colour's off, the perspective is weird, and-"

"I am this close to actually strangling you with your scarf, Willem," Femke cut him off, her hands on her hips. "So what if it isn't perfect? That doesn't make it look any less amazing! I'll tell you what, we're gonna take a break, then we're going to come back here, and you'll see how amazing this actually looks."

Willem looked at her for a few seconds before sighing. "Fine..."

"Now don't go around brooding like that, it's no fun," Laurent said while shooting Femke a quick thumbs-up. Femke grinned.

"Now, come on! I'll make waffles!"

---

"Hey, Matthew replied!" Laurent exclaimed, effectively cutting off Willems' story on the antics of Abel and Sjoerd.

(Apparently, they had gotten into a fight over who had the most creative curse words. This had ended in Abel singing along to the curse word song in Dutch, until Lieke walked in. Sjoerd had promptly slapped a hand over Abel's mouth to stop him from ‘tainting Lieke's innocence’. It was weird.)

"What do you mean?" Willem asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, dearest brother of mine," Laurent replied with a shit-eating grin, which did absolutely nothing to ease Willem's worries. "Because you didn't seem too convinced by us literally shouting how amazing your painting was, we decided to send a picture to Matthew-"

"You what?!"

"-to see what he thinks of it," Laurent continued, unfazed. "Since, you know, you seem to care a lot about what they think, about as much as you care about what we think? I mean I would hope so, considering we're your siblings, but-"

"You're getting off track, Laurent," Femke cut him off. "Anyway, we figured that if anyone other than us would manage to convince you that your painting is amazing, it's gonna be Matthew."

"I-"

"Don't even try to deny it. We went to your wedding, remember? We know how much you care about him. Which is a good thing, by the way. So, Laurent, what did they say?"

"Well, there's an all-caps keysmash, followed by an all-caps 'what?!'. Scratch that, basically everything is in caps. So, the general train of thought is 'what the fuck, this is beautiful, how the fuck did he do this, he calls this rusty?!' And finally, 'I love it 10/10 would hang in my living room and/or show off to my family and friends. It's beautiful and I'll physically fight him on that.'"

"Awww, that's so sweet! See, Willy, your painting truly is amazing!" Femke, sporting a somehow genuine but shit-eating grin, patted her brother on the back. Said brother had his head in his hands and may or may not be crying.

"I hate you two," came the muffled reply with no real heat behind it. Femke and Laurens laughed.

"We love you too, you softie! Now come on, who's ready to spend more time together!" Femke cheered, already halfway across the room.

---

"Jezus Christus, Femke, that looks amazing!" Willem said, looking at the embroidery his sister had made. It pictured their pets, Pelutze, Mika, and Nijntje.

"Aww, thanks Willem!"

"Wait, let me see- wow, sis, this is really good! I love it!"

"Thank you, Lau! By the way, is your composition nearly finished? I want to hear it!"

"Me too, actually."

"Well, it's not done yet, but I can play what I have so far?"

"Yes please!" Femke smiled.

Laurent sat down and started playing the piece of music he had written on the harp. Moving his fingers delicately along the strings, the beautiful melody carried along the room. Once he was done, he looked up.

"So... what did you think- Femke are you okay?!"

"Yeah, sorry, it's just... it's so beautiful!" Femke cried, flinging herself at Laurent and crushing him in a hug.

"I agree with Femke, it was wonderful," Willem chimed in, walking over to his siblings. Femke quickly included him in the hug.

"You two are so talented, what the hell!"

"Fem, you're crushing me," Laurent gasped. "And don't you dare exclude yourself, have you seen what you just made?!"

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts, remember," Willem said, parroting her words back to her with a smirk.

"Why are you like this?"

Willem laughed at this. "You still love me despite it, though!"

"That's not an answer!"

"Is it not?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Guys, please stop. This is a stupid argument," Laurent rolled his eyes.

"Rolling your eyes at us? How rude, Lau," Willem said, locking him in a headlock and ruffling his hair.

"Hey, let me go!"

"Hmmm, let's see... Nope."

"Oh, come on! Fem, help me out here!"

Femke just laughed in response.

"Betrayal!" Laurent screeched, struggling to get out of his brother's headlock. Femke just laughed harder in response, almost falling over.

"You know, you could always just say the magic word to get out."

"The magic- What am I, five?"

"You certainly act like it sometimes."

"Fëck dech."

"Real mature, Laurent."

"Oh, like asking for the magic word is so mature."

"Absolutely. I haven't heard it yet, by the way. Femke, are you doing alright?" Willem asked, as his sister was now lying on the floor, tears streaming down her face. Gasping for air, she shook no.

"Seems like you'd better let me go before we make Femke choke," Laurent commented. Willem tsk-ed.

"Fine, fine. Fem, get up," he said, letting Laurent out of the headlock and extending a hand towards Femke.

"Give- give me a... minute," she said, still gasping for air. After she managed to get enough air in her lungs and not burst out laughing after she saw her brothers standing in front of her with worried (albeit semi-irritated) looks, she finally took Willem's offered hand.

"You two are utter morons."

Willem gasped. "Are you hearing this, Laurent? Slander, complete and utter slander!"

"Well, she's right about one of us, and it isn't me."

"Laurent, ik tyf je de Noordzee in als je niet ophoudt-"

"Try me, old man-"

"Who're you calling old you little-"

''Oh for- hou uw bakkes! If this becomes another argument, I will smother both of you!''

''You wouldn't dare,'' Willem said. After a beat of silence and a fierce glare from Femke, he added: ''Would you?''

''I don't know, why don't you find out?''

''Fem, you're scaring me a bit here,'' Laurent said nervously. Femke hummed. Laurent looked at Willem, wide-eyed. Willem just looked back and shrugged.

''Could you even reach me though?'' Willem, who apparently had a death wish, asked.

Femke whipped around, glaring at her brother. Willem just glared back.

''Guys, no, no one's getting killed today,'' Laurent interjected. ''This is supposed to be a fun family meeting, remember? If there's any way anyone's going down,'' he added on, a devilish grin on his face as he slowly inched closer to his still glaring siblings, ''It's going to be this way!'' he yelled as he quickly poked Willem in his side, who immediately yelped and tried to get away. To no avail, because Femke quickly latched onto his arm and started poking him in his side too.

''No, Fem, wait- What did I do to deserve this?!''

''Well, uh... you took the last waffle?''

''Are you asking me, or-'' Willem started to ask, then yelped again as his siblings started to tickle him.

''No! Please, mercy!''

''Hmmm, Lau, what do you think? Should we stop?'' Femke asked, looking at her younger brother.

''I don’t know, Fem,'' Laurent answered back, devilish grin still on his face. ''He hasn’t said the magic word yet.''

''Godverdomme, natuurlijk is dat het antwoord. Kut! Laurens, stop!''

''Hmm, let me think. Nee.''

Femke snickered. ''He looks like a worm, wiggling like that.''

''How the fuck-''

''Oh my god you're so right,'' Laurent said. ''Willem the worm,'' he started to say, but burst out laughing halfway through. Femke laid on top of Willem, wheezing. Willem, meanwhile, looked absolutely mortified.

''You two are so immature,'' he said.

''Says the guy currently laying on the floor because he's ticklish.''

''I will strangle you,'' Willem threatened.

''Try me, bit- Hey!'' Laurent started to say, before Willem had reached forward and pulled him besides him.

''You know, this is actually surprisingly comfortable,'' Femke commented after a beat of silence.

''No, you're heavy. Get off me- Lau don't you dare lay on top of Femke or I swear- oof!''

''Hmm? What was that?''

''I'll kill you.''

''Aw, we love you too!''

''... Ugh, fine, if I say it, will you get off?''

''Maybe!''

''You two are gremlins, oh my god. Fine, I love you too.''

''He said it! Lau, he said it!''

''Yeah yeah, we all heard it. Now get off me.''

''I mean... technically I never promised I'd get off-''

''Off. Now. Or I'll never bring you stroopwafels again.''

This earned him a scandalized gasp from both of his siblings.

''You’re so mean! How dare you deprive us of stroopwafels?!''

''You can't do that!''

''You two are impossible. I said off,'' Willem complained, trying to sit up. Which was hard, considering Femke was literally laying on top of him.

''Say the magic word first.''

''Are you serious right now? Femke, we are not five.''

''So?''

''... Fine. Femke, can you please get the fuck off me?''

''Fine, close enough,'' she said as she got off Willem, who immediately took a deep breath.

''Finally, oh sweet air how much I've missed you.''

''You’re so weird. Anyway,'' Femke said, turning towards Laurent. ''You recorded the whole thing, right?''

Laurent laughed and rolled his eyes. ''Like you had to ask.''

Willem gaped at them, before jumping up. ''Godver- Laurent give that camera here, right now!''

''No, I don’t want to. I must say this is great blackmail material.''

''Laurent, als je nu niet die camera hier geeft, dan-''

''Du muss mech als éischt fänken!''

Needless to say, Willem ended up chasing Laurent through the house, Femke following closely behind. In the end, all three of them ended up in a dogpile on the couch, laughing. Yeah, family meetings were fun indeed.

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Translations:

Hoepel een eind op (Dutch) = a nice(ish) way of saying ‘fuck off’ or ‘go away’

Godverdomme (Dutch, Flemish) = goddammit

Nondikass (Luxembourgish) = used as an exclaimation, meaning something like ‘damn’.

Jezus Christus (Dutch) = Jesus Christ

Fëck dech (Luxembourgish) = Screw you

Ik tyf je de Noordzee in als je niet ophoudt (Dutch) = I will throw you into the North Sea if you don't stop. (The word ‘tyf’ is pretty rude though, albeit used by a lot of teens in my experience, so I would not recommend going around actually saying this.)

Hou uw bakkes (Flemish) = shut up

Godverdomme, natuurlijk is dat het antwoord. Kut! (Dutch) = ‘Goddammit, of course that's the answer. Fuck!’ (even though the word 'kut’ doesn’t mean ‘fuck’, it's used as a replacement pretty often. The more accurate translation would be ‘vagina’, as that is literally what it means, but it's used as a curse word more often than not.)

Nee (Dutch, Flemish, Luxembourgish) = No

Laurent, als je nu niet die camera hier geeft, dan- = Laurent, if you don't give me the camera right now, then-

Du muss mech als éischt fänken! (Luxembourgish) = youre gonna have to catch me first!

Stroopwafels are a Dutch delicacy, I love them so much. Basically, they’re waffles with syrup in between. Google them for examples and probably a better explanation.

I am physically incapable of not adding in a sprinkle of NedCan. I'm sorry (but actually not really,, as stated, Willem and Matthew are married so technically Matthew is family- *gets smacked*)

The ending is more crack and longer than I intended because I have no self-control. Sue me.

Moral of the story: don't anger short ppl. They’re angrier cuz they’re closer to hell-

Yes Willem is ticklish, I said what I said.

Bonus scene: ''Wait, so if Willem is a worm, would Matthew be like... a moose?''

''I am begging you two to stop. Laurent, stop laughing!''

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skycollides · 3 years

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I have another idea if that’s okay😂 Have you heard the whole “you’re really quiet today” and the other person says “nobody plans a murder out loud” could you maybe do that with angel like someone’s flirting with reader and he’s staring and hates it and gets jealous/annoyed but in the end reader reassures him she doesn’t care if people flirt with her bc she only wants him? Just for it to be a fluffy ending? Thank you so much if you take it💗💗

Babe I hope you enjoy this one. 💜🥰

Nobody Plans A Murder Out Loud

Angel x Reader

Authors note: I apologize in advance for grammar mistakes

English isn’t my native language.

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You didn’t get to see your boyfriend Angel that much during the past couple of weeks. Him being busy with the club and you with work so you’re quite happy when Angel came home early and told you to get ready.

This is what you’re doing right now! After you took shower and finished your makeup you’re now standing in front of your wardrobe not sure what to wear. You look around and finally see something that catches your eye. The dress Angel loves to see you in the most. You decide to go for it and grab the matching heels. You try to zip it up but it won’t work. You actually wanted to surprise him with your outfit but plans chance. Your only hope now is Angel.

’’Angel?’’ you yell his name frustrated.

’’Angel’’

’’I’m here querida what’s wrong?’’ he asks you and wraps his arms around your shoulders while resting his head on your head. He watches your appearance in the mirror closely. You look at him with a pout on your face and grab onto his strong arms.

’’Can you help me with the zipper? It’s kinda stuck.’’ you ask him and he nods.

’’Anything for you.’’ he kisses your head and shorty after he’s done and places a kiss on your neck. You turn around and wrap your arms around his neck before kissing him.

’’Thank you Angel.’’

’’No need to thank me baby. You look absolutely breathtaking.’’ he says and you blush. No matter how long you’ve been together he still manages to make you blush.

’’You look quite handsome Mr. Reyes. I’m one lucky girl. C’mon’’ you say and grab his hand.

’’we gotta go’’.

About 20 minutes later you and Angel reach your favorite restaurant. The waiter bring you to your table and the both of you sit down.

’’Thank you baby for taking me out’’ you say and smile at him.

’’No need to thank me mi dulce. It’s the least I can do after being busy with the club and not being able to send much time with you lately.’’ he replies and grabs your hand brining it to his lips kissing the back of it softly.

’’I love you!’’

’’I love you too so much’’

Shorty after the waiter returns with the menus and hands one to Angel before he turn to you handing it to you with the words.

’’And one for the beautiful lady’’ and winks at you. You take it not giving him a second thought and look through it which is why you missed Angels glare.

’’Baby what are you getting?’’ you ask him and look up.

’’Not sure yet. What about you?’’ he asks you.

’’Same as always I don’t even know why I went through it. I mean I eat the same thing each time we are here.’’ you laugh and he gives you a smile. Soon the waiter returns and takes your order. Once he left you see frown on Angels face.

’’What’s wrong Angel?’’ you ask and grab his hand.

’’Nothing Y/n.’’ he reassures you and squeezes your hand. You are totally wrapped up in your conversation when the food arrives not giving the waiter any attention the two of you keep talking. After you’re done eating and the waiter comes back you see Angels facial expression change once again and he gets more and more quiet the longer you are at the restaurant.

The waiter takes the plates and winks at you before he leaves. You roll your eyes and look at your man again.

’’You*re awfully quiet now my love’’

’’Nobody plans a murder out loud.’’ he says shortly before taking a sip of his beer continuing to stare at the table. You watch him with a smile.

’’Keep planning I’m using the restroom.’’ you grab your purse and get up. Your destination the manager. Once you find her she pulls you in her arms.

’’Hey darling.’’ she greets you.

’’Hey Momma G’’ you say. Momma G happens to be your best friends mother.

’’I didn’t know you’re here.’’ she says.

’’Yeah date night. Angel took me out.’’ you say smiling.

’’Ah the handsome Reyes boy. I hope he still treats you well?’’

’’Yes more than well Momma G. He’s the best.’’

’’I’m glad to hear that.’’ she smiles.

’’Why I’m here Momma G. The waiter over there’’ you say and point at him.

’’He can’t take a hint. He keeps staring at me and and flirting I felt kinda uncomfortable. So does Angel I think. He got more and more quiet the longer we’re here. I didn’t want to cause a scene so I wanted to talk to you in private.’’ you end your speech giving her a sad smile.

’’I’m so sorry darling. I’ll talk to him. You go and get your man. Dinner is on me tonight. Wait here I’ll be back.’’ she says and leaves. When she returns she’s holding a bottle of wine in her hands.

’’This one is for you and Angel. The best wine I have here. Pretty expensive too. I’m going to charge w/n with it for making you and Angel uncomfortable. I hope it’s teaching him a lesson. Oh and our cook is wrapping up some chocolate cake for you.’’ she says handing you the bottle.

’’Thanks Momma G’’ you say and kiss her cheek.

’’No need to thank me Y/n. It’s the least I can do.’’ she replies and the door opens. In comes the cook Antonio with the cake.

’’There you go.’’ he says.

’’Thank you Toni’’ you say.

’’Enjoy your night Y/n’’ she says.

’’You too and thanks again for spoiling us like this.’’ you leave and return to your man.

’’I thought you wanted to use the restroom and not raid the kitchen’’ he says and you laugh.

’’I thought you were planning a murder and not trying to become a comedian.’’

’’1:0 for you baby. Why are you still standing?’’

’’Because you and I are leaving now. Come on’’ you nod with your head into the direction of the entrance. He gets up and follows you. Once you reach your car you put the stuff inside while Angel lights up a cigarette sitting hood of your car. You close the door and sit next to him.

’’You know I hate it when I take you out and you decide to pay.’’ he says.

’’Yes I know. Good thing then that I’m a good girl and listen to my man from time to time.’’ you laugh and nudge his side.

’’Great now my girlfriend decides to do a runner. I didn’t know you had that kind of criminal energy inside of you! Girl you’re a bad influence on me.’’ he says laughing. You get up and stand in front of him.

’’I’m full of surprises. Jokes aside babe. Momma G invited us. Let’s go home Angel. I love these heels but they aren’t made to walk in them.’’

Half an hour later you’re home Angel unlocks the door and you head straight to the living room. Angel get 2 wine glasses and forks for the cake. When he returns you sit on the couch in nothing but your underwear. Angel stares at you with wide eyes.

’’Like what you see Reyes’’ you say and he only nods.

’’Don’t get your hopes up. I’m not trying to have sex with you. At least not yet and now gimme my cake’’ you practically demand.

’’Why are you sitting here like this. Not that I’m complaining mi dulce.’’ he says and sits down next to you.

’’Didn’t want so spill anything on the dress and ruin it. I know how much you love seeing me in it and I love the way you look at me when I’m wearing it.

’’Yeah so do other men’’ he says thinking you didn’t hear him but you did.

’’Angel? I know the waiter bothered you. His behavior bothered me too - Made me feel uncomfortable because I saw the change in your eyes. I know you were upset and I hate to see you like this. That’s why I went to Momma G instead of the restroom like I told you. She apologized for the waiters behavior and charged him with the bottle of wine. That thing is hella expensive. And she packed us up some cake so we can continue our date at home. Btw I’m happy you didn’t murder him. I’d hate to see you locked up. I want you to know that I love you. You’re the only one for me - my ride or die. I don’t really pay attention to other men because I have only eyes for you. You treat me so well Angel better than anyone has before - better than I could have imagined like ever. I love you with all the rough edges and flaws. You may not be perfect but that’s okay on one is - but what is important you’re perfect for me. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. You’re my kind of perfect. Don’t ever doubt yourself. You and Me that’s all that matters you hear me. You and me always. I’m not letting go of you like ever. I love you and no-one else. I love you so much it scares me sometimes. I’m done speaking now incase you’d like to say something.’’ you say ending your monologue. He doesn’t say anything. Instead he gets up form the couch and leaves you sitting there. You’re confused hoping you didn’t overwhelm him with your speech. He soon returns to you and sits down on the coffee table in front of you. He takes your hand in his and plays with your fingers.

’’You know I usually don’t talk about my feelings but with you it seems so simple. You’re the best thing that happened to me Y/n never for get that. I wasn’t looking for a relationship but then you came into my life and swept me off my feet. I couldn’t be more thankful to have you in my life. You treat me well, you love me and take care of me. You gave me a home I’m happy to return to every night. You changed me. You make me want to be a better version of myself everyday. Y/n I want you to know that I feel the same there is no-one else but you on my mind. I don’t give a fuck about the girls hanging around the clubhouse. You’re the one I want - the one I crave. I couldn’t be more happy to have such an intelligent and beautiful, kindhearted and also badass woman by my side. I’m so thankful I was blessed with a woman like you. I love you mi dulce more than anything in this world.’’ he drops down on one knee and pulls out a beautiful ring holding it in his hand. You can’t believe it’s happening.

’’Y/n, my sweet sweet Y/n would you want to spent the rest of your life with me?

Will you become my Mrs. Reyes - my wife?

Will you marry me?’’

’’A thousand times yes Angel’’ you say and he and he takes the ring slipping it on your finger before for kissing you passionately.

’’Shit Angel. I can’t believe it.’’

’’Well you better do my fiancée’’ he says with a smile.

’’Fuck the cake Reyes I need you more than that take me to bed.’’ you say laughing.

He shakes his head laughing

’’Your wish is my command my fair lady.’’ and with that you stand up and he throws you over his shoulder taking you there.

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halstudandruz · 4 years

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Watch My Lips (NSFW)

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Antonio Dawson x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Antonio steps up to teach the reader a few things

Warnings: Smut (18+), swearing

A/N: I took a small page out of the Peter and Gabby book (I really miss Mills) anyway I don’t in any shape or form speak Spanish so blame google translate if anything is wrong, what they’re saying will be in English in parenthesis after just in case.

“Dawson, we need you.” Hailey yelled coming out from the back. Looking up from his desk he gave Jay a questioning look, “he only speaks Spanish.” Upton explained. Antonio nodded closing his file before locking his gun up and following her back. You contemplated between continuing to work or going to watch your partner question the suspect for a few seconds before giving into yourself. Against your better judgment you saved your file on your computer getting up to walk back as well. Kim catching your arm as you passed her desk amused smirk covering her face,

“What?” You asked.

“Where are you going?” She wondered.

“Just going to watch.” You shrugged making her smile grow wider,

“And is there any particular reason you’re going to stand back there and listen to people talk in a language you don’t understand?” She raised an eyebrow at you making your face blush a deep shade of red shifting on your feet,

“Shut up!” You begged looking around to make sure nobody was watching, making her laugh loudly.

“Hey I ain’t here to judge just here to enjoy the show.” She winked, turning back to her computer. Sighing loudly you shoved her in the arm taking the steps to head back to the room opposite of Antonio.

So, Kim may have been your best friend and might have known about your crush on Antonio. Of course taking any opportunity to tease you about them as if she wasn’t doing the same things with Ruzek. Antonio was hot any day of the week, but add on him speaking a different language, being able to watch the way it rolls off his tongue, and the confidence he has while doing it, had you sweating, heat rising in your body.

“Hey.” Jay spoke coming up behind you, making you jump a mile as he laughed out loud. “Looking a little flustered there [Y/L/N].” He smirked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Halstead.” You huffed.

“Yeah, okay. You keep telling yourself that. You might want to pull yourself together before Voight comes in though.” Jay winked, an accusing smile on his face.

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You were a little zoned out heading back to the district later in the day. Antonio was talking your ear off, but your mind kept drifting. You were normally really good at keeping your thoughts and feelings at bay, but looking at him today for some reason caused a wetness to pool between your thighs. Could’ve been his new haircut, could’ve been the way his jeans fit him just right, or maybe the v-neck he was supporting that day because damn you weren’t sure how his arms even fit in it to be honest fighting the urge to reach out and squeeze them.

“Earth to [Y/N]?” Antonio cleared his throat making your eyes shoot up to meet his face immediately turning red.

“Yeah? Sorry what were you saying?” You swallowed, turning to look away from him.

“I’m just saying someone is going to have to learn Spanish before I retire.” Antonio pointed out.

“Yeah cause lord knows that’ll be sooner rather than later.” You teased, stealing a glance as his eyes focused on the road.

“Haha, very funny.” He shook his head hiding a chuckle, “I think you’re going to have to be the one to step up though,” he continued making you laugh,

“Yeah let’s pretend that would happen.” You rolled your eyes, but the smirk on his face never left making you suspect he wasn’t joking, “Antonio, no. I’m not taking a Spanish class.” You crossed your arms against your chest.

“You don’t have to, I'll teach you.” He shrugged, putting the car into park after reaching the district’s parking lot.

“Wouldn’t it just be easier to hire someone who speaks Spanish?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah. Probably. This will be more fun though. Come over to my place at 7. I’ll even make you dinner.” He smiled getting out of the car.

“Antonio! I don’t-“ You started to protest before he closed his door cutting you off and heading back into the district without you. Sighing you followed him knowing it was going to be a long night ahead of you.

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“This is so a date.” Kim giggled helping you with your makeup.

“It is not!” You retorted for the thousandth time.

“No? Then why are you so concerned about how you look?” She questioned.

“Maybe cause I never get to look nice and for once I’d like to take advantage of it.” You shrugged knowing deep down she could see through you.

“Sure. Okay. We’ll go with that.” She nodded an obvious smirk on her face. “You’ll tell me how he is thought, right?” She continued after a few minutes, making you groan, covering your face with your hands.

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Walking up to Antonio’s door your heart was in your throat. This was nothing new, being at Antonio’s house. He was your partner and you were together regularly even outside the job, but knowing you were going to have to listen to him talk to you in Spanish all night while simultaneously keeping your composure already had your knees weak and your head doubting yourself.

Dinner was good. He had always been a good cook and you enjoyed watching him. You had talked mostly about work which wasn’t a surprise. Eva and Diego coming up frequently too as they were his pride and joy. Which you admired even more. You loved watching him with them even on the bad days the love you could see in his eyes was more than any words he could ever string together and that had you falling even deeper every time.

You were now seated on his couch nursing a glass of wine as he sipped a bottle of beer. Seated just close enough to him that your knee would slightly bump against his every so often.

“You know it’s really not that hard.” He teased.

“It’s your first language! I’d say the same thing about English.” You retorted.

“Do you know anything?” He chuckled, resting his arm against the back of the couch which caused his hand to land against your shoulder. Taking a deep breath you tried your best to ignore it before answering,

“Uh no not really. Just the real basic stuff we have to know. I didn’t even take it in high school. I took French.” You shrugged while taking a drink.

“Yeah? How’d that work out for you?” He asked, amused.

“I don’t remember any of that either anyway.” You chuckled. It started off simple naming things around his house. Following his lead.

An hour later your body was starting to heat up from the wine and listening to Antonio’s hidden accent come out even more prominently had a certain impact as well. So, whenever he started rolling his r’s you could hardly contain yourself wondering what it’d feel like against your own tongue.

“Come on try it again.” He laughed setting another empty beer bottle aside.

“Tonio, I can’t.” You whined setting your almost empty glass on the coffee table next to you.

“One more time. For me?” He smiled brightly at you as you huffed giving in. “Just start slow. Por favor (please).” He repeated and you could swear you heard a whine slip through your own mouth, breath starting to get heavier as you listened to his smooth words flawlessly falling out of his mouth. Taking a deep breath you tried again,

“Por favor.” But it ended as ungraceful and clunky as all the other times, making Antonio laugh loudly. “It’s not funny! I told you I couldn’t do this.” You frowned laying your hand on his knee.

“Alright just watch my lips.” He tapped his mouth, and he didn’t have to tell you twice. As if you hadn’t been already. Nodding you chewed at your bottom lip, inching just a little closer unintentionally. “Por fa-“ he started your lips cutting him off without a second thought. You didn’t remember leaning in, you didn’t remember your mind telling you to do it, but now your lips were tangled with his, hands fisted into his shirt. Antonio didn’t move, didn’t react to your lips on his. Which had you pulling back, your mind catching up to what you were doing.

“Oh, god. I’m so sorry.” You begin to apologize, backing away from him, going to stand up in a rush, panic beginning to set in as you realized what you did. Before he grabbed your wrist pulling you back down to him, but this time closer.

“You sure?” He asked.

“Am I sure about being sorry? Yes, I di-“ But he cut in.

“I don’t believe you.” He smirked one hand landing on your waist, the other on your neck. You gulped not saying anything making him smile and lean into you this time. You gladly welcomed the feeling of his lips on yours again this time relaxing into it. Noticing how he smelled even better this close, how soft his lips were, and how smooth his hair felt as you threaded your fingers through it pulling him impossibly close. He picked you up, sliding you into his lap effortlessly. Pulling back to get a breath before moving to your neck.

“Antonio. Are y-oh,” you moaned feeling him nip behind your ear trying to compose yourself as you continued, hands grasping at sleeves of his shirt, “are you sure about this?” You eventually got out between a few deep breaths and whines. Antonio kissed your shoulder gently before leaning back to look at you, hands resting on your hips.

“Completely. Are you?” He answered.

“If you think you can keep up, old man.” You teased. Laughing he pulled you back to him, tongue immediately sneaking into your mouth, beer taste still existent, but you couldn’t have cared less, hands slipping under his shirt to feel his stomach and you were pleasantly surprised at the hardness. Curious now to see what was underneath up close you tugged at his shirt breaking to pull it over his head when he lifted his arms. Throwing it to the side, hands returning to his abdomen to admire his broad shoulders and perfect chest. “Oh hell yes.” You gaped causing him to chuckle below you.

“What are you thinking?” He asked as you traced your fingers over his scars, leaning down to answer,

“Lots of bad, bad things.” You replied nipping at his ear lobe which earned you a growl from grinding against him at the same time. He moved to pull your tank top off leaning down to leave gentle kisses across the neckline of your bra once it was tossed to the floor. Slowly unclipping it behind you and letting it fall between the two of you. Watching his eyes roam over your body had you immediately self conscious which he sensed.

“Hermosa.” He whispered, hands moving up your body.

“What’s that mean?” You asked.

“Beautiful.” He smiled, taking your breasts into his hands, moving his thumbs over your nipples as you sighed loudly. Closing your eyes tight when his mouth attached to one. Trying to keep from making too many sounds so early on you bit your lip feeling his fingertips digging into your hips encouraging you to move against him again. Gladly you moved your hips teasingly slow against the stiff cock pushing evidently against his jeans earning you a hard bite on your chest that without a doubt would leave a mark. “You want to tease now?” He looked up at you, cockiness in his voice, lips swollen from yours. Lip still trapped between your teeth you nodding looking down at him to see the lust in his eyes grow by the second. “You know I’m not stupid, right?” He chuckled moving to unbutton your jeans, “I could feel your eyes on me all day baby. Even in the two-way glass. I couldn’t see you, but I knew you were watching me.” He leaned up to kiss you reaching his hands under your thighs to pick you up and move you to his bed. Laying you down gently when he reached the edge, “Admit it, [Y/N]. Tell me I’m not wrong.” He pushed one hand holding himself up as the other cupped your face looking down at you.

“You’re not wrong.” You admitted flattening your palms against his chest and slowly moving them down. “I couldn’t keep my eyes off you no matter how hard I tried.” You swallowed hard one hand moving to cup him and push against his jeans making him gasp eyes closing tight for a second as he pushed against your hand.

“I wanted to take you in that car today. So bad. Feeling your eyes all over me. Trying to be inconspicuous. I’ve wanted to do this for so long, [Y/N].” He confessed rubbing a thumb against your cheek staring hard at you.

“Me too.” You agreed smiling up at him.

“That’s all I needed.” He smiled back giving you a quick kiss before leaning up to slide your jeans and panties down your legs, humming in satisfaction when he leaned up to look over you, “you’re even more gorgeous than I imagined every night.” He winked, kneeling down landing on his knees before pulling you closer to the edge of the bed moving your legs so they rested on his shoulders. He kissed from your ankle to the top of your thigh before stopping and moving to the other leg leaving sloppy kisses and bite marks along the way of each. No doubt purposely avoiding where you needed him most. You could feel yourself growing wetter every second at the anticipation, starting to drip onto your thighs absolutely in awe at the sight of a shirtless Antonio in between your legs.

“Antonio...come on, please.” You whined wiggling closer to his face and feeling the huff of his laugh hit your core causing you to buck your hips unintentionally.

“That’s not what I taught you.” He teased leaving tiny kisses closer and closer to your center.

“Baby..” You huffed running your fingers against his hair.

“Just like I taught you, princesa (princess) and I’ll make you feel so good. I promise.” He bargained moving his hands to hold your hips down.

“Antonio...” you cried before seeing he wasn’t gonna give in sighing you tried, “Por favor.” coming out better than before but still not perfect.

“Good girl. I don’t think you’ve ever been sexier.” He winked before moving his mouth to connect with your core, a moan immediately escaping you as your head fell back. If you thought he was good with his tongue before you had absolutely no idea. It took mere minutes for you to be a moaning mess shoving his face deeper into you and thank god he had your hips pinned down or the man wouldn’t have been able to breathe.

“Yes baby that feels fucking incredible.” You croaked. Your head was swimming as his tongue covered every inch of your pussy in the most amazing way possible. Summoning all of your strength to push him away seconds before you came. You watched as he backed away using his shoulder to wipe his mouth off leaving it glistening as he came back to his feet. Leaning down again to kiss you,

“Sorry I was too close.” You apologized once you broke apart.

“That was the goal.” He joked kissing your cheek and standing back up to undo his belt stepping out of his jeans and boxers and kicking them to the side. Whistling you moved up the bed some pulling him back down on top of you catching him by surprise.

“Ugh. Careful love.” He laughed adjusting himself.

“What? Am I gonna hurt you or something?” You teased moving your hand down to wrap around his shaft. Pleasantly surprised to find how thick it was in your hand.

“Yeah you wish.” He groaned when you started moving your hand. “Fuck.” He cursed.

“What?” You asked.

“I don’t have condoms.” He sighed, closing his eyes as you started to speed up your hand.

“What? You didn’t plan for this?” You joked.

“Maybe in my dreams.” He smirked thrusting into your palm.

“I’m on birth control. So as long as you're clean...” You trailed off letting go of him to lick the precum that had leaked out onto your hand.

“Of course I am.” He looked down at you in disbelief.

“Hey, shit happens.” You shrugged.

“You think the hottest detective in the city wouldn’t be a little careful about who they jump into bed with?” He joked.

“Well you know Halstead isn’t always the brightest.” You shot back.

“Very funny.” He rolled his eyes. You shrugged, grabbing ahold of him again and guiding him to your entrance wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him in closer., shivering at the feel of his cock rubbing against your clit for the first time. Using the tip of his cock to your advantage you moved it through the lips of your pussy adoring the way his dick slid perfectly between them, mouth parted soft sighs escaping every time the head brushed against your clit. Enjoying every second before you had enough of your own teasing moving your hips up to let him slide in, “Tell me one more time.” He looked down at you nervously.

“I want you, Antonio.” You reassured him. Sighing in relief his palms landed on each side of your face before he started to push himself in. Breathing through the slight sting your nails dug into his back pulling him closer. Enjoying the pain more than you ever had in your life. Each inch clenching him even deeper. He wanted nothing more than to thrust into you as hard as he could but he talked himself through his impulses stopping every few seconds for you to adjust until he finally bottomed out. Breaths heaving in your ear. He started slow obviously trying to keep his control, only pulling out slightly before pushing in. Just worried about loosening you up first or he was going to lose it before it even started, but as you started to feel the pleasure taking over it started to get agonizing, never having felt so full in your life, just wanting to feel him pound into you already. You had never been so happy to be on birth control giving you the ability to feel every throb, every twitch, every inch of his dick inside of you and that thought had you moaning out loud.

“Oh my god, baby.” He groaned against your neck at the sound and feeling of you.

“Come on handsome. I’m ready. Give it to me.” You encouraged holding his face in your hands. He moaned louder at your words, closing his eyes to avoid looking at you as he started to move faster and with each thrust the more you both lost yourselves in each other. In no time Antonio rested one of your legs on his shoulder giving him even deeper access than you ever thought possible, filling you to the absolute brim. His groans and sounds from his thighs hitting yours filled the room with each thrust making it even hotter. Shuddering his hips forward caused you to scream, hitting your sweet spot dead on. With his free hand he captured your wrists holding them tight above your head. You couldn’t believe the pleasure that was coursing through you was even possible before he leaned down capturing a nipple in his mouth and you swore you blacked out for a second screaming Antonio’s name. “Nobody has ever fucked me like this baby. You’re mouth, your tongue, your cock my god. You love making me scream from it all don’t you?” You got out between a series of moans. Antonio couldn’t answer you fully only able to get out a loud,

“Fuck, [Y/N].” You could tell he was close. From his sloppy thrusts and his moans to his cock starting to throb in you. You were close too right on the edge ready to fall any second. Moving your eyes up from where you two were connected up his body that was glistening from sweat rolling down from his chest, to his face where his mouth hung open groans and curse words flowing from it without shame and when you met his own eyes completely full of lust staring down at you that was the end. Stars clouding your vision as your eyes closed tightly, mouth falling open in a silent scream, hips bucking up, and thighs tightening around different spots of Antonio. You came back just in time to feel Antonio’s cock twitch, his body stiffening, nails digging into your wrists, and head falling into your shoulder muffling a moan that would’ve been sure to wake up the whole neighborhood as he spilled himself into you completely. Eventually the room was silent besides your heavy breaths. Antonio eventually pulling out slowly and rolling off you. No words were spoken or movements made for a few minutes until you decided to break the silence.

“Every night huh?” You smirked turning on your side towards him making him chuckle.

“Maybe not every night.” He smiled pulling you to his chest.

“But close to?” You continued.

“Damn near.” He kissed the top of your head.

“I might have to send you some material then.” You looked up at him wiggling your eyebrows.

“Cannot say I’d be opposed to that.” He kissed you gently before standing up and walking into his bathroom carrying a cloth and water with him when he returned handing you the glass and nudging your legs apart to clean you.

“Well aren’t you a gentleman.” You took a drink before setting it on the night stand.

“I made the mess might as well clean it up I guess.” He shrugged kissing the inside of your knee as he did, before laying back down beside you gladly letting you cuddle back into him.

“You know that was like really incredible right?” You laughed looking up at him.

“Yeah? Not so bad for an old man huh?” He smirked.

“Yeah...young enough for round 2 yet?” You joked kissing at his chest squeezing his biceps.

“Only one way to find out I guess.” He lifted you back into his lap pulling you towards his lips. Later that night you would be sure to send Kim plenty of thumbs-up emojis (and maybe a few eggplants.)

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enchanted-encanto · 2 years

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La Canción de mi Corazón / The Song of My Heart—Chapter 20: 'Twas The (Girls) Night Before Christmas

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Fandom: Encanto (2021)

Overall Fic Rating: Explicit (for smut)

Relationships: Bruno Madrigal/Natalia Moreno (Original Female Character)

Characters: Bruno Madrigal Natalia Moreno, Original Characters, Félix Madrigal, Agustín Madrigal, Luisa Madrigal, Mirabel Madrigal, Camilo Madrigal, Antonio Madrigal, Dolores Madrigal, Isabela Madrigal, Pepa Madrigal, Julieta Madrigal, "Abuela" Alma Madrigal

Chapter Summary: Natalia has a girls night with the Madrigal cousins the night before the Christmas party.

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It was the night before the Christmas party, and all of Bruno's nieces were overwhelmed excitement about their tío's upcoming proposal to Natalia.

Isabela was sitting in a chair in the casita’s living room, painting her fingernails with some green nail polish. Mirabel, Luisa, and Dolores were lounging on the couch across from her.

"Your nails always turn out so pretty, Isabela." Mirabel said.

"Thanks!" Isabela said with a smile, her concentration remaining on her hand. "Want me to paint yours after I'm done? I have a bunch of different colors in my room you can look through."

"Sure!" Mirabel said excitedly.

"Hey, thanks for asking us!" Luisa added.

"You never paint your nails!" Isabela laughed.

"Well maybe I want to today!"

"Okay then! You want a manicure too, Dolores?" Isabela asked.

Dolores shrugged, smiling. "Sure, why not?"

"Hmm. Oh my gosh! Nails! Natalia!" Isabela said suddenly, a thought popping into her head. "Does Nat wear nail polish? I can't remember off the top of my head."

"Sometimes, I think?" Dolores answered.

"Whether she knows it or not she's going to want her nails pretty for tomorrow.” Isabela said firmly. “We should invite her to come over and I can do her nails for her, play it off as just like a girls night or something."

"Good idea!" Dolores said, leaning her ear to the left and listening carefully. "She just finished turning the sign from open to closed, now's a good time to call."

Mirabel and Luisa came back down the stairs, carrying a bottle of nail polish in each hand.

"Mira! I need you to call Nat, my hands aren't dry yet." Isabela said urgently.

"Why, what's going on?” Mirabel asked.

"Tell her we're having a girls night tonight and I'm doing everyone's nails, I want her nails to look beautiful for tomorrow but I obviously can't tell her why. She'll thank me later."

"Oh that's a great idea, I didn't even think of that! I'll call her now!"

Mirabel picked up the phone and dialed the number to the bakery.

"Moreno's Bakery, how can I help you?" Natalia's voice said at the other end of the line.

"Nati hi, it's Mirabel!"

"Hi Mira! What do I owe the pleasure?"

"Me, Dolores, Luisa, and Isabela are having a girls night tonight and we wanted to invite you over to join us! Isabela's painting everyone's nails, we can have some dinner and just relax before the big party tomorrow night! Tío Bruno is out with my dad and tío Felix having an early dinner with a friend of theirs so they won't be around until later."

Natalia chuckled. "It's good to get the boys out of our way sometimes, girl time sounds wonderful! Isabela's nails always look gorgeous so I'm certainly not going to turn down a manicure from her. Would it be okay if I left in like half an hour? I have to finish cleaning up the bakery and then I can head over."

"Of course!"

"Want me to bring anything from the bakery?"

Mirabel turned her head towards the other girls. "Nati asked if anyone wanted anything from the–"

"CHOCOLATE CUPCAKES!" Luisa roared from across the room.

Mirabel and Natalia laughed together on the phone.

"Luisa said–"

"–yes, I heard. Chocolate cupcakes shall be brought. See you soon love!"

"Nice going, Mirabel.” Dolores said after Mirabel hung up the phone. “That was a very believable lie."

"Thank you?" Mirabel laughed, shrugging. "It's a lie for a good cause."

Natalia got the bakery and herself cleaned up and then headed over to the casita, the doors greeting her excitedly as she arrived. She put her hand on the familiar green door affectionately.

"Hi casita. Been meaning to thank you for a while, actually. You've been like a second home to me lately, and I really am so grateful for that."

The casita's door swayed open, nudging her on the arm like a hug.

"Aww, the casita got to greet you before I did!" Mirabel said as she approached the home's entrance. "So sweet!"

"Hi there!" Natalia said to Mirabel, giving her a hug with one arm.

"Hi ladies!" Natalia waved at the other three girls across the room.

"Hi Nat!" Isabela said, still looking down at her hands. "Sorry, just finishing this laaaaaast nail..."

"You're good!" Natalia said. "Thanks for the manicure offer, I'm excited!"

"My pleasure!" Isabela replied, the tiniest bit of a sneaky grin on her face.

"You have brought the requested cupcakes so I will allow you to enter." Luisa said to Natalia, standing up and taking the box out of her hands.

"Well hi to you too!" Natalia laughed.

Luisa broke her teasing expression and gave Natalia the tight, vice-grip kind of hug that Natalia had grown used to receiving from the super strong Madrigal.

"It's so quiet in here today." Natalia said looking around the room, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Everyone is out for one reason or another today." Dolores replied, as if she'd been standing right next to her. "Mom, tía, abuela, and my brothers are out finishing up their Christmas shopping, Dad and tío are out with a friend, I honestly can't remember the last time it was this quiet in here. I mean–quiet for everyone else–you know what I mean."

"I am grateful that you wanted to include me in your unusually quiet evening!" Natalia smiled.

"Always glad to have you here, Nati." Mirabel said sweetly.

Natalia took one of the cupcakes out of the box and took a quick bite of it.

"Sorry to dig into these immediately, but I was so busy this afternoon that I forgot to eat lunch." Natalia said between bites.

"I'm hungry too." Dolores said.

Luisa, on her third cupcake, nodded in agreement.

"Why don't we call over to Amelia's, order something in?" Isabela suggested. "They have those incredible tamales there."

"Yes!!" Dolores cried out.

"Ooooo I love that place, they have those special spicy tamales during the holiday season too." Natalia added excitedly.

"Done deal. I'll call." Luisa said.

Luisa ordered their food, and then everyone joined back up around the couches. They all chatted for a bit before Isabela returned the subject back as casually as she could to Natalia's manicure.

"So Nat, for your nails, what color is the dress you're wearing tomorrow?" Isabela asked.

"It's red, but like a dark burgundy red."

"I think I have just the polish shade to go along with that. Hang tight." Isabela headed upstairs to her room, stopping just before the door. "Dolores, what color do you want?"

"Naranja, por favor!" Dolores yelled up to her.

"I'm excited for this party tomorrow, I feel like there's been so much anticipation about it." Natalia said.

Mirabel felt her chest tighten a bit with worry. "Why uh, why do you say that?"

"Oh, I just know you guys put on such wonderful parties that I just assumed your big Christmas bash would be extra special! Everyone in the family's been talking about it all week." Natalia replied, Mirabel letting out the breath she'd been unintentionally holding.

"So what'd you get the rest of the family for Christmas?" Luisa asked bluntly.

Natalia smiled mischievously. "Not telling! I know how word gets around in this house. You'll just have to wait and see."

"Fine, then we're not telling you what tío Bruno’s getting you either." Luisa said smugly.

Mirabel felt the blood leave her face and she attempted to elbow her sister in the side nonchalantly.

Natalia seemed entirely unfazed by Luisa's statement, chuckling at her words.

"I don't like spoiling gifts beforehand, that takes all the fun out of it!"

"Yeah, us either!!" Mirabel said directly to Luisa.

"Okay, all set!" Isabela said from the balcony, much to Mirabel's relief.

Isabela handed Natalia a bottle of nail polish. The polish was a deep burgundy with small flecks of glitter in it.

"Oh wow I love that!” Natalia exclaimed, looking closely at the bottle’s contents. “It'll match the dress perfectly."

"I'm just that good." Isabela said proudly.

The girls heard a knock on the door and Luisa jumped up to answer it. She paid the delivery person and brought the food inside.

"That smells ridiculously good, I am way hungrier than I thought I was." Natalia said, rubbing her hands together excitedly.

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The girls ate their dinner at the dining room table together, chatting and enjoying the evening together.

"It's starting to feel really weird in the house when you're not here these days, Nati." Mirabel said softly.

"Tío always acts like a little sad puppy right after you leave, it's pathetic." Luisa teased with a wink.

Natalia smiled widely, putting her hand over her heart. "Aww! I really do miss all of you guys a lot as soon as I head home. I was just telling Bruno the other night at the fireworks show how much your family has become like my own, and how grateful I am for that."

"Because we are family, duh. We're grateful too, Nat." Dolores said with a soft smile.

Natalia's heart swelled at all of the kind words.

"Guys, you cannot make me cry mid-tamale. That's just undignified." She said, making all of the girls laugh.

Everyone grabbed a post-dinner cupcake and then got their dinner cleaned up.

"Alright, nails time! Nat, do you want to go first?" Isabela asked.

"I'm fine either way. I'm in no hurry."

"You're still our guest despite the fact that you sleep here half the time–sit." Isabela joked, motioning to the couch.

Mirabel, Luisa, and Dolores relaxed on the couch flipping through magazines while Isabela got into painting Natalia's nails.

"Wow, this color's even prettier out of the bottle." Natalia said.

"It really is." Isabel replied, concentrating intensely.

No one but Dolores noticed when the front door creaked open and Bruno, Agustín, and Félix walked in.

Bruno felt his heart skip a beat when he saw his girlfriend sitting on the living room couch, a very pleasant surprise indeed. He took a moment to admire how stunning she looked, how happy his family always looked while spending time with her.

"Hi girls!" Agustín cried out, breaking their momentarily (mostly) unnoticed entrance.

Natalia looked up from her hands and felt butterflies fill up her stomach as soon as her eyes met Bruno's.

"Well hello there gentlemen!" Natalia greeted them brightly.

"What are we up to in here?" Félix asked.

"Girls night!" Mirabel exclaimed. "We got tamales from Amelia's and Isabela's doing everyone's nails. It's been a great night."

"I couldn't agree more!" Natalia said.

"Oh man you guys got Amelia's? Are there leftovers?" Félix asked.

"Dad, didn't you just eat?" Dolores chuckled.

"This is Amelia's we're talking about, mija."

"True. Yes, they're in the fridge."

"Who let her in?" Bruno teased, walking up to Natalia and kissing her on the top of the head.

"I was invited, thank you very much." Natalia replied with a grin.

"Just trying to make everyone look as pretty as possible for tomorrow night, tío." Isabela said, smirking at her uncle.

"Well, um, yes. Definitely. You'll all be uh, be beautiful of course." Bruno stammered.

"Tried to get her to spill the beans on everyone’s Christmas gifts, but she wouldn't budge." Luisa said, not helping with Bruno's rising panic.

"No beans spilled here." Natalia laughed.

"Well, we'll leave you girls to your time." Felix said, Agustín and Bruno nodding in agreement.

"I'll come by and see you before I leave, okay?" Natalia said to Bruno with a soft smile.

"Sounds good." Bruno said, heading upstairs.

Isabela finished up Natalia's nails a few minutes later, and put Natalia's hand down gently.

"Don't touch anything for a while, okay?" She instructed. “Just sit tight while I do everyone else's nails and by the time theirs are all done yours should be totally dry."

"My nose itches." Natalia said immediately, scrunching up her face.

"Tough. No touching." Isabela reiterated with a smile.

"What colors did you two go with?" Natalia asked Luisa and Mirabel.

"Purple for me, yellow for her!" Mirabel said.

"Good choices all." Natalia said. "Your tío is absolutely right, you're all going to look beautiful!"

"So are you Nati! Your party dresses are always so gorgeous." Mirabel replied.

"Watching tío Bruno turn into a puddle around you during our parties is always hilarious." Luisa said, grinning.

"Oh, you exaggerate." Natalia responded with a smile.

"Definitely not, he mutters to himself all the time about how beautiful you are and how in love with you he is." Dolores said all in one quick breath.

Natalia's cheeks blushed bright red. "Thank you for that very complimentary and magically obtained private information, Dolores. I am both grateful and embarrassed."

Dolores smiled amusedly. "Any time."

The girls enjoyed the rest of their evening together as Isabela finished up painting everyone's nails.

"Thank you so much again for this Isa, I owe you." Natalia said gratefully.

"Not at all! I'm so glad you were able to spend the evening with us."

"I'm grateful to have been invited! I'm going to go visit your tío for a bit before I head home."

"Come say goodnight on your way back out, okay?" Mirabel asked.

Natalia smiled. "Of course."

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Natalia headed up the stairs and knocked on Bruno's door.

"Come in!" She heard him say, and she let herself in.

Bruno was laying in his bed, looking up at the ceiling and listening to an album playing on the record player on his dresser.

"Didn't mean to interrupt your listening session." She said, crawling into his bed beside him.

"You are never interrupting me." Bruno said, turning to kiss her.

"Look, see! Pretty." Natalia said, holding out her hand to him.

"Ooo, very nice." Bruno said as he took her hand to look. He was grateful that Isabela had thought of this, the idea of Natalia's nails honestly not occurring to him during the whole proposal planning process.

"I can't stay too long, I'm going to go back to my place tonight, got work in the morning."

"You just got here!" Bruno replied, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her in tightly to him.

"I just got in your room maybe but I've been here all night, sir." Natalia laughed. “I had a really lovely day with your nieces, it was so sweet of them to ask me to be a part of their girls night.”

"I'm so glad you all had that time together." Bruno said warmly.

Bruno looked over Natalia’s face and smiled at her.

"What are you smiling at?" Natalia teased.

"You." He said breathlessly, touching her cheek gently. "Have I ever told you I'm absolutely crazy about you?"

"Maybe, but I certainly never mind hearing it again."

They leaned into each other for another deep kiss, the air between them electric.

"Do you want to know a secret?" Natalia whispered.

"What?" Bruno whispered back.

"I spilled an entire gallon of milk on myself and everything else at the bakery today and had to close the shop for an hour to clean up and calm myself down. I very nearly quit the profession entirely today."

Bruno burst out laughing, burying his head into the crook of her neck. His laughter made her start to laugh, and pretty soon they were both giggling like mad.

"You are the best thing that's ever happened to me." Bruno said, trying to catch his breath. "I love you so much."

"I love you too!" Natalia said, still giggling. "I'm grateful you still love me after I became a half-human half-dairy person."

"All the better to eat you up, my dear." Bruno said softly into her ear, kissing down along her neck and giving her a delicious shiver all down her spine.

"Mmm, someone's asking for coal in their stocking this year." Natalia hummed, turning her neck to give him more access.

"Don't act like you don't like it when I'm bad." He said, his teeth gently grazing her skin as he moved his hand underneath her shirt.

"You are...very good at it." She sighed, attempting poorly to maintain some restraint. "And as much as I would love for this particular display of bad behavior to continue, you know how good our track record is with getting interrupted here if it's any time that isn't between midnight and 5 am."

Almost on cue, they both heard a knock at Bruno's door.

Bruno sighed heavily, starting to laugh into her neck.

"Are you sure you're not the prophet in this relationship?" He joked.

Natalia laughed and stepped off Bruno's bed alongside him, both of them answering the door together.

Mirabel was standing on the other side, not noticing at all that one side of Natalia's neck was flushed various shades of pink and red.

"Sorry, I just wanted to ask you Nati before all of them were taken, did you want any of the leftovers from Amelia's to take home?"

Natalia shook her head appreciatively. "I'm good, cariño. Thank you for asking."

"Okay!" Mirabel said with a smile, heading back down the hall.

Bruno put his head down after he shut the door, pretending to pout.

"Uh-uh, no pouting out of you mister." Natalia said, kissing the tip of his nose. "I'm so sorry but I really do need to get home, I have to work first thing in the morning and then get ready for the party right afterwards."

Bruno's heart pounded wildly at her mention of the party, how close they were to such an important day and that, by some miracle, she still had no idea.

Natalia wrapped her arms tightly around Bruno's waist and cuddled her head into his chest.

"Te amo como loca, mi guapo." She said softly, Bruno taking her gently by her chin and pulling her face up to kiss her.

"What time should I get here tomorrow night again?" She asked.

"Let's say 6?"

"Perfect."

"I'll walk you down, amor."

Bruno and Natalia headed downstairs, Natalia kissed him goodbye and then said her goodbyes to the girls one by one.

"Thank you so much again for using your secret second power of nail artistry on me." Natalia joked as she finished hugging Isabela.

"It was my pleasure!" Isabela said with a big grin.

"See you guys tomorrow night!" Natalia said, waving as she headed out the door.

"Bye!" The girls said in unison.

Bruno watched Natalia in a love drunk daze as she headed out the front door.

"Get a grip on yourself, man." Luisa said, smacking him on his shoulder which quickly startled him out of his dream-like state. "How are you supposed to marry her if you can still barely handle being in the same room with her?"

Bruno laughed. "I don't know but I'm certainly going to try and find out."

"She doesn't know, I'm surprised." Dolores said. "I've never seen our family keep a secret this well before."

"I appreciate it more than you know." Bruno said, linking his hands together. "Thank you by the way, Isabela." He added appreciatively. "I didn't think of the nails thing at all, that was quick and very helpful thinking on your part."

"I knew you wouldn't." Isabela teased. "We've all got our part to play in making this thing happen."

"Come here, girls." Bruno said, holding his arms out on both sides. The girls laughed and all piled two each into his sides for a big group hug.

"I couldn't have done this without the four of you. Your encouragement, your ideas, your help with planning, you have all been absolutely incredible and I owe all of you so much."

"Seeing the look on Nati’s face when she turns around to see you down on one knee tomorrow night will be all the thanks I need!" Mirabel said excitedly.

"Agreed.” Dolores said.

"You and Nat deserve this." Luisa said, her tone gentler than usual. "We're so happy to get to have her as another official Madrigal."

"Absolutely!" Isabela agreed. "Planning for this was the easy part, after tomorrow we've got a whole wedding to think about!"

Bruno's head spun, overwhelmed in the best possible way.

"Phew, well, diving into the deep end now." Bruno said, chuckling nervously. "You really think I can do this?"

All of the girls nodded, confident and caring smiles on their faces.

Bruno's heart was filled with joyful and nervous anticipation as he said his good nights to his family and headed back into his room for the night. He opened and closed the ring box in his hands over and over again, imagining how beautiful Natalia would look the next night and the way the ring would sparkle on her finger.

He took in this quiet moment right on the precipice of the next beautiful new chapter of his life. To say he was feeling grateful would have truly been an understatement.

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End Notes:

Spanish translations for Chapter 20:

-Tío/tía: uncle/aunt -Casita: house -Abuela: grandmother -Naranja: orange -Por favor: please -Mija: affectionate term for "my daughter" -cariño: sweetie, dear -Te amo como loca: I love you like crazy -Mi guapo: my handsome -Amor: love

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howtosingit · 3 years

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Fic: shatter every window ‘til it’s all blown away

Carlos visits family in San Antonio while TK faces multiple storms in Austin.

Missing moments from 1x04.

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definitely just saw like 7 tornadoes

wtf

why exactly does this state want to kill me?

Carlos is sitting on his mother’s couch in San Antonio when he gets TK’s texts. It’s the first time he’s heard from the guy in a couple of days, since he left him on his front porch after their date. The silence hasn’t been terrible, if Carlos is being honest with himself. Sure, TK continues to take up space in his head every moment of every day, but the space seems to be getting smaller, or at least less centralized. He thinks that must count for something.

He glances up at the TV across the room, watching the meteorologist report on the major storm system wreaking havoc on Texas. Outside, rain pelts the windows of his mom’s one-story house, thunder roaring as lightning flashes. They’re a little too far south to be facing any tornadoes, but based on what he’s seeing, he can only imagine what kind of chaos Austin is experiencing at the center of the system.

Behind him, his mother and sisters flit around the kitchen preparing dinner, their conversation barely audible over the thunderstorm. He focuses on his phone again, thinking about how to respond.

Consider that a true Texas welcome?

Are you somewhere safe?

Carlos bites his bottom lip, watching as three dots appear at the bottom of his screen. He assumes that if TK is texting him he’s probably okay, but he’s sure this is the firefighter’s first tornado, so it doesn’t hurt to check. TK has been known to chase danger before.

yeah I’m at work

cowboy judd has us hunkered down until it clears

wbu?

Carlos looks back towards the TV, staring at the map that has taken over the screen. He sees numerous watches and warnings across the state, with a large concentration around Austin. The damage in certain areas is going to be catastrophic.

I’m in San Antonio, we’re just getting heavy rain here

There’s a pause following his text, long enough that he sets his phone down next to him, leaning forward on the couch to rub his temples. He’s already imagining the crazy workload awaiting him when he returns to town, not to mention all the loss. His heart clenches in his chest, knowing that it’s going to be a long road to recovery for his city.

His phone buzzes next to him.

I didn’t know you were out of town

but I’m glad you’re out of the worst of it

Carlos is already typing a response when another text comes through.

when are you back?

Carlos blinks, forcing himself not to read anything into TK’s messages. They’re friends now, or trying to be, and it’s super normal to ask these kinds of questions. TK’s just being curious, nothing more.

Tomorrow night, I’m working Monday

Just visiting family for a few days, it’s my sister’s birthday

He wonders if he needed to share that last bit. TK hadn’t asked for it, and he probably won’t care what reason he has for being out of town. Carlos sighs, wondering why he feels like he has to overthink every interaction with this man.

tell her happy birthday!

Judd says we’re probably going to lose service soon, it’s getting worse around the station

I’ll text you back when I can

Carlos sends a message telling him to be safe before tossing his phone to the other end of the couch, knowing that if he holds onto it he won’t do anything else until he hears from TK again. His mother finds him a few moments later, biting his fingernails as he stares at the continuous weather report. She runs her fingers through his curls, a surefire way to soothe him.

“I’m so glad you’re here and not in the middle of all of that, mijo,” she says, and he glances up to find her watching the report as well, her eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Are all of your friends safe?” she asks, looking down at him. He nods, his eyes closing as he feels her gentle touch on his scalp. He can feel anxiety rolling off of him in waves. “That’s good,” she says, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “Come help in the kitchen, nene. You need a distraction.”

Her voice is firm, leaving no room for argument. With a sigh, he pulls himself up from the couch, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as they head into the other room, his phone left behind.

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He’s only about 20 minutes from Austin when his phone rings, the sound cutting through the music blasting in his car. Carlos glances over at his phone where it’s mounted on the dashboard, surprised to see TK’s name on his screen.

The firefighter had texted him once the storms had cleared, letting him know that everyone was safe and the station was still standing. Carlos wished him luck as the 126 headed out into the wreckage, honestly not expecting to hear from TK again before they saw each other at work.

He reaches out, swiping his finger across the screen to answer the unexpected call.

“TK?”

There’s a moment of silence before Carlos hears the other man take a deep breath, the sound traveling clearly through his car’s speakers.

“Hey, Carlos.”

Carlos feels his heart drop down into his stomach at the weak, broken tone of TK’s voice. His mind races with worst-case scenarios, wondering what could’ve possibly happened during his shift.

“Are you hurt?” he asks, trying to keep his voice calm. An image of a battered and bruised TK curled over his desk flashes through his mind, and he presses a little harder on the accelerator, wondering how quickly he can get back home.

“Not exactly. I just…”

TK trails off, hesitating, and Carlos rolls his eyes, frustrated that this conversation is happening over the phone and not in-person. He feels so helpless from so far away.

“Just talk to me, TK. I’m listening.”

There’s another pause, and Carlos swears that he’s about to scream in frustration. He has no idea what’s going on with TK right now, but in the entire time that he’s known him, he’s never heard the other man sound this shattered. Every heavy breath that Carlos hears through the phone feels like a punch straight to his chest.

“We lost someone on a call today,” TK starts, his voice blank. “A dad who wouldn’t let us treat him until we saved his kids. They were trapped in the house.”

Carlos bites his lip, his hands gripping tightly to the steering wheel as his eyes fill with tears. He knows what it’s like to have someone die in front of him, to feel like all he did was stand by and watch it happen. Those are the days where he feels completely useless, like there’s no point in him wearing the badge at all. He knows it’s impossible to save everyone all the time, but he can’t imagine not doing everything in his power to try.

“We got the kids out,” TK continues. “They all reunited, and then he just collapsed. Right in front of all of us. It felt so sudden, and there was n-nothing we c-could do.”

Carlos is shocked by the sound of TK crying over the phone, his breath stuttering over the last few words. He feels a tear of his own fall onto his cheek, his bottom lip quivering at the pain in the other man’s voice.

Doing what they do isn’t easy. It’s process and procedure and protocol. It’s assessing the situation, finding those who need the most help. It’s quick and sometimes callous, but it’s what they have to do, to be of any real use. It’s tunnel vision and quickest actions, all in the name of saving as many people as they can.

And it always hurts, when someone slips through the cracks; when someone’s pain goes undiscovered until it’s too late. Every time, it makes Carlos want to throw away the rule book, rethink the system, figure out how to make it better. He just wants to save everyone.

“I’m so sorry, Ty,” he says, the nickname slipping through for the first time. He tries to keep his voice calm and clear, for TK’s sake.

The other man doesn’t respond, but Carlos can hear him crying through the phone, quiet sobs rolling through the speakers. He’s just about to speak up, say something else, maybe offer a distraction, when TK’s voice cuts through.

“My dad has cancer,” he whispers, and of all the things that Carlos thought he might say, that revelation had not been anywhere on the list.

“What?” Carlos asks, the single syllable rattling through the air before he can stop it, his heart caught in a vice-like grip of terror for TK.

The man has already faced so much.

“I found some pills in his desk,” TK explains. “They’re prescribed for chemo patients.”

“Fuck, TK,” Carlos whispers, running his fingers through his curls as he takes his exit off I-35. “I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah,” TK says, letting out a breath. He doesn’t say anything else.

“Where are you right now?” Carlos asks, a new fear running through him.

“Home.”

“Is anyone with you?”

“No.”

“Do you need someone?” Carlos asks, making a decisive turn towards TK’s house. Just in case.

“I don’t know,” TK says weakly. “I… I don’t know, Carlos.”

“What are you thinking?” Carlos asks, trying to figure out TK’s state-of-mind. He seems a little all-over-the-place, and Carlos doesn’t even know where to begin.

“I can’t lose him, Carlos,” TK responds, and Carlos can hear the sob in the back of his throat. “He’s all I have here, I can’t lose him. I’m looking around and he’s everywhere and I can’t escape him or, or this image of him just collapsing right in front of me, without warning. Just like that dad did today. What if that had been my dad, and I missed it because I wasn’t paying attention? Because I was focused on everything else and not on the person who was really dying?”

Carlos makes another turn. “I understand that, TK, but it’s not going to happen, okay? It’s not. You know now, and nothing happened to your dad. I know it’s hard, but you can’t get trapped in the ‘what-ifs,’ you’ll drive yourself crazy,” he says, trying to be as soothing as possible.

“I don’t have anywhere to go that isn’t connected to him,” TK continues, “but I also don’t want to leave, because something could happen when I’m not here. I don’t know what to do, and I just keep pacing around the house.”

“Would it…” Carlos hesitates, wondering if he should even offer. “Would it help to have someone there with you, while you wait for him?”

“I…” TK starts, his voice cutting out. “I thought you were in San Antonio?”

“I just got back, I could be at your place in 10, if you want,” Carlos tells him, already mentally mapping the drive. He turns left, getting closer.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course I am,” Carlos states, his voice firm. “‘Not running away,’ remember?”

There’s a heavy silence following the reminder of their last face-to-face conversation. Carlos pulls up to a stop sign, holding his breath as he waits for TK to make a decision.

“Thank you, Carlos,” he finally says, and Carlos wonders if he’s imagining the lighter tone in his voice.

“I’m only a few minutes away, okay? Do you want to stay on the call?”

“Do you mind?”

“No, not at all,” Carlos says, his heart feeling a little bit lighter as TK voice strengthens on the other end of the line.

“How was your sister’s birthday?” TK asks suddenly, and Carlos hears the clear request for a distraction; one that he’s more than happy to provide.

He’s in the middle of sharing how he helped his mom with the cake when he knocks on the door to the Strand household. Seconds later, TK throws open the door, his eyes red and glassy as he drops his phone and pulls Carlos towards him. He wraps his arms around TK’s frame, pressing him against his chest as they stand in the doorway, letting TK’s tears soak the t-shirt he’s wearing as he gently strokes his back.

There’s no hesitation, no second-guessing. There’s just a desire to support and comfort and protect.

He can’t imagine being anywhere else.

#tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star #tk strand #carlos reyes #I wrote a thing #tarlos missing moments collection

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toomuchtv95 · 4 years

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My Savior Part 2

Characters: Jay Halstead x Reader, WIll Halstead, Jake (OC), Antonio Dawson

Word Count: 2.2k+

Chapter Warnings: Kidnapping, Fluff, Swearing

A/n: So, I know I was supposed to get out a couple of days ago, but with everything going on in the world right now I just needed a few days to process everything. Now because of the stuff happening around us, my place of work was unfortunately closed down temporarily which means I have some time to work on this. I am now working on part 3 and I plan on having a smut scene in it so just a heads up on that. Also, there might be more there 3 chapters it all depends on the ending of the next chapter and the feedback I get. Anyways, let me know what guys think of this chapter.

Enjoy! :)

A/N: Excuse any major grammar mistakes hopefully Grammarly caught most of them.

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(I do not own the gif. Credits to whoever owns it.)

“Hey, Will have you seen Y/N? She said she was going to wait for me outside, but I didn’t see her. I figured she came back in here.” Jay walked into the hospital looking for Y/N, but instead, he saw his brother standing at one of the computer stations.

"No, after I took out her stitches, she left, and I just assumed she was waiting for you to pick her up.” Jay ran a hand down her face before pulling out his phone and giving you another call. When you didn’t answer, Jay started to get worried especially when your husband was still out there. “Jay?”

“I’m worried. I’m going to have Hailey ping her phone.” Jay dialed Hailey’s phone and told her what was going on. Once Hailey pinged your phone, Jay hung up the phone and headed outside with Will right behind him. “Hailey said that Y/N’s phone pinged right outside the hospital.”

"Okay, I'll go this way and you go that way." Will didn't think twice about helping Jay look for you. Growing up Will was like an older brother to you, considering you were an only child. As Jay walked towards the west parking lot, he dialed your phone number again and that's when he heard your ring tone from a distance. Once Jay ran towards the sound, what he saw made him panic even more. Squatting down, Jay picked up your phone that was laying on the floor next to your purse. Jay knew exactly what was going on and who had done it. Angry boiled underneath Jay’s skin as grabbed your stuff and headed back towards the main entrance of the hospital.

“I need to see the parking lot security cameras.” Jay saw Will walking back and Will saw that Jay was holding your purse. “That sick son of a bitch took her. I need to find them now or he’s going to hurt or worse.” Jay felt sick to his stomach just thinking about what Jake was going to do to you.

“Yeah, okay. Let’s talk to Godwin.” Both brothers head back into the hospital to find Godwin and get access to the security footage.

Jake dragged you into the house, your feet dragging against every step it took to get to the house. Jake pulled out a chair from the dinner table, tied both your hands and feet to the chair so that you were incapacitated of doing anything. He stared at you for a moment gave you a sinful smile. Jake crouched in front of you as he removed the handkerchief from your mouth. He grabbed hold of your chin so that you were forced to look at him. “You think you could just leave, and I wouldn’t find you?” Even though you were scared out of your mind, you didn’t want him to know that.

“This is your out. You can just leave. Find someone else. You said it yourself, that I was a worthless piece of shit. So why bother taking me with?"

Jake stood up to circle around you then stood behind you and leaned over and whispered in your ear, “because you are my wife.” As a chill ran down your spine as you closed your eyes to stop the tears from rolling down your face.

“You won’t get away with this. The cops are looking for you.”

Jake circled back around and came face to face again with you. "You think that your little detective boyfriend is going to come to save you? Be your night in shining armor?” Jake grabbed a handful of your hair and force you to look at him. “We will be long gone before he finds you anyways.” Without hesitation, Jake placed a rough kiss on your lips before replacing the handkerchief on your mouth. You wanted nothing more to vomit when his lips were against yours, but you needed to get through this and hope that Jay and his team would find you soon. “I have to finish making plans.”

Jake pulled out his phone and disappeared somewhere down the hall. As you left alone, the tears finally emerged and rolled down your face. Maybe this is was destiny. You were stuck with Jake for the rest of your life and thought of that makes you sick. Before you won’t think twice about spending the rest of your life with him, but now you would do anything to get away from this man you so-called your husband. Maybe you missed all the signs but, how could you? He put on the perfect act. Tricked you into falling in love with him and marrying you. He promised you a life together and this is not what he meant. Abusing you is one thing, but to kidnap you were on a whole new level.

An hour passed when Jake reappeared, and he was angry about something. “Change of plans. We’re leaving now.” Panic spread through your body as shuffled across the room to up tie you from the chair, but something stopped him. “What was that?” As Jake pulled out his gun from his waistband, the front door flew open and relief washed over you. Jake instantly stood behind you and pressed his gun to your forehead causing you to flinch.

“Let her go!” Jay slowly walked into the room with his gun raised. “Adding kidnapping to your list of charges? Murder, gun dealing, and domestic violence wasn’t enough?”

“She brought this on herself." Jay took a few more steps into the house causing Jake to press the gun harder to your forehead. "Don't take one more step or I swear I will put a bullet in her head.”

Jay stopped in his track not wanting to make Jake do something irrational. “You used her as a punching bag what did you expect? You think she was going to stay with you forever?” Jay couldn’t help but lock eyes with you as he saw the pain and hurt in your eyes. The way Jay looked at you wasn't the cop in him, it was the man who was still in love with you even after all these years.

“She got in the way. She deserved what she got.” Anger filled through Jay’s body hearing those words escape Jake’s mouth. Jay took another slow step into the room and Jake’s fingers instantly went onto the trigger.

“Don’t think about or I will put a bullet in your myself.” You shut your eyes the moment you head Antonio Dawson’s voice behind you. After a few seconds of silence, you opened your eyes to see Jake was being handcuffed and dragged out of the house.

Jay walked towards you as he holstered his gun and removed the handkerchief. "Are you okay?" You nodded your head in response as Jay crouched down to cut the ropes from both your hands and feet. “He didn’t hurt you, did he? Cause if he did, I swear-” You crashed body into his and let more tears roll down your face. “Shh, it’s okay. Your safe now.” Jay wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

For the first time in a long time, you felt safe. Jake was sentence to 20yrs in prison without probation or early release which was a relief to you. Two months have passed, and you were still trying to adjust to life without Jake. For the first couple of days, you were shaken up, so Jay suggested that you talk to someone to help you and at first you hesitate, but after some convincing, you decided to talk to someone. Since talking to someone, you started to feel better about things. On another note, things between you and Jay have changed, and maybe for the better. Being back with Jay felt like the two of you never separated. All those feelings you have held back for the last 10yrs were starting resurfaces and you weren’t sure how to deal with it. You were still married, and that makes things complicated.

Jay walked into the apartment around 10:30 pm which his later then usual but he said he was working late on a case. Jay kicked off his boots, unclipped both his badge and gun and tossed them along with his keys onto the table by the door. “Hey.”

“Hi.” You smiled up at Jay as you closed the current book you were reading and set in on the coffee table. Jay walked over the empty side of the sofa and plopped himself down, exhausted. “You okay?”

Jay has never felt this comfortable with a woman expect for you and for you to be back in his life felt like a blessing. To say that Jay didn’t love you anymore would be a lie. Jay never stopped loving you, but things right now things were complicated, and he doesn't know how to handle it. “Tough case is all.”

“Wanna talk about it?” You sat crossed-legged on the sofa and faced Jay. Jay nodded head no, which you knew not to push. The two of you sat there for a moment before you spoke up, “I talked to your lawyer friend today.”

“Yeah?” Jay looked at you with hope.

“Yeah, she said that we have to file even if we assume or know that he won’t sign them. Then there’s a waiting period and if he doesn't respond or refuses to sign, we can then file for a default divorce.” You looked down as fiddled with the loose strings at the end of your sweater. “She said that she hopefully that once we fill for a default divorce the judge will grant me a divorce because of everything has happened.”

Jay reached over and held your hand. “You deserve everything good and he wasn't the guy was going to give it to you."

“Yeah, well I deserve someone like you.” You whispered as you looked down in hopes that he didn’t hear you. Things between you and Jay were complicated and you didn’t want to make things more complicated.

“Y/N.” You put out your hand out to stop him from saying something that he might regret.

“I’m gonna head to bed. I got an early shift in the morning.” Kissing Jay on the cheek, you got up from the couch and headed into your bedroom. “I’ll see you in the morning”

As you walked into your bedroom, you sat down on the edge of your bed and ran a hand through your hair. Before you married or worked at Jake’s bar, you were a nurse practitioner and you loved it. Unfortunately, you had left about a year ago, because of Jake. Jake started to get weird about you working at the hospital and not being able to keep an eye on you. He had forced you to work at the bar when he was there so that he could an eye on you. You never wanted to give up your career. You saved lives and that all you ever wanted to do. Once, you started working at the bar, you started to notice your bank account slowly draining not only from paying back your student loans but because of Jake. He was taking your money to use for gun dealing and god knows what else.

A soft knock filled the room causing you to pull out of your thoughts. “Y/N, can we need to talk?” The door opened and Jay leaned against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets. You looked up at Jay giving him the cue to talk. “I meant what I said back there. He was never going to give you everything you deserved.” Jay took a step into the room and stood a few feet in front of you. “There is nothing in this world I would want but to be with you again, but you are just getting your life back and I don’t be the guy that slows that process down.”

"How could you think that?" You stood up from your spot on the bed and stood directly in front of him. “Your right I did just get my life back and it’s because of you. So, don’t think that you are going to slow me down, because you’re not. You are the reason why I’m still going. If it wasn’t for you, I would still be with someone I never loved. Being with you these last couple months, just made me realized that I still love you and I know still married, it’s messed up, but you are the one who is going to giving me everything I deserve.”

The next thing you knew, he had slammed his lips to your and nearly knocked all wind from your lungs. You hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of your lips asking for access, which you allowed. You laid your hands on his upper biceps pulled him closer. Once the two of you pulled away after a few moments Jay leaned his forehead against yours. “I still love you too, and I am sorry that I let you go all those years ago, but I’m not doing it again.” A soft smile appeared on your face as you pulled Jay in for another kiss.

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lumiolivierlithium · 3 years

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The Good Old Days Chapter Four: I Quit!

ICYMI: Chapter Three: Abuela’s Food Truck

A/N: Hi, friends! Here we are. Another day. Another week. Another chapter. And this one is 100% turning point. And it’s beautiful. So, as always...Feedback is appreciated. A like...A reblog. Just a little something, something so I know this isn’t a waste of time? Please? K, bye! x

Later that night, it was that time again. Time to walk into the fire. We could manage. If all else fails, I’m sure there’s a cool guy willing to buy us drinks again. But since there’s money in our bank accounts again, we could probably stand to buy our own. Regardless, it was yet another night at the salt mines. And a little positivity could go a long way. If we go into this pissed off and bitter, people are going to pick up on that. And I don’t need to bring that kind of energy. I didn’t hate all of the staff. Most of them weren’t exactly on my good side, but not all of them were terrible.

Then, I got to my first table of the night. And they weren’t assholes. I’ll take that as a win. My next table? Not miserable. Ok. Things are starting to look up. But then…Toward the end of my shift. There they were. Again. They came back. And they were in my section. Fan…fucking…Tastic. Still, I slapped on that fake ass smile they wanted to see. Because god forbid I come off like I’m pissed off to see them. Of course not. Of course I’m happy to see you. Because you coming in here means I get paid. That correlation fucking sucked.

“Oh…” she got one look at me and instantly turned her nose up. Awesome, “It’s you.”

“It’s me,” I confirmed, “Welcome back, ma’am. How may I help you?”

“Can you find me a new waiter?” she scoffed, “One that’s a little more competent than you?”

“I am competent, ma’am,” I kept my cool. Don’t let her piss me off. Don’t let her piss me off. Don’t let her piss me off.

“If last night was any evidence of that,” she rolled her eyes, “I wouldn’t say so. If you were in one of my restaurants, I wouldn’t have hired you in the first place.”

“I’m sorry.” That you ever crawled out of the primordial ooze, “Now, other than a new waiter, how may I…?”

“I want a new waiter.”

Santa Maria, Madre de Dios. Ruega por nosotros pecadores. Ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerté. Amén, “You were seated in my section, ma’am. I’m sorry, but I can’t get you a new waiter.”

“Then, we’re leaving.” Good fucking riddance. She says she’s leaving, but she didn’t even move. I wasn’t stopping her. If that’s the case, then what the hell was she doing? Other than terribly bluffing.

Then, as if the night couldn’t have gone further downhill, my manager came over, “Is there a problem here?”

“I want a new waiter,” the woman stood her ground, “I don’t care where I’m seated. I want a new waiter.”

“Of course, ma’am.” Spineless prick, “Frankie, can I see you for a moment?”

“Sure,” I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I followed him into the kitchen. Oh, shit. This can’t be good, “What’s up?”

“This is the second night in a row I’ve gotten complaints about you.” Taking me over his knee in front of everyone would’ve been less demeaning, “And from the same person!”

“She’s a prime example of the customer not always being right,” I bit the inside of my cheek in attempts to not blow right the fuck up about her.

“That’s not part of our job, Frankie,” the manager scolded me, “Our job is to keep them happy and keep them coming back.”

“It’s not part of our job to become their best friend,” I grumbled.

“If it was,” he went on, “I would’ve fired you by now.”

“Look,” I swallowed my pride, “I need this job. Don’t let this one customer be the deciding factor.”

“You got one more chance, Frankie,” he sighed out, “If I hear one more peep out of that woman because of you, you’re on your ass. I don’t care how bad you need this job. I want you to buddy up to her like your life depends on it. Because by the sounds of it, it does.”

In that moment, I wasn’t sure what snapped in my brain, but when I opened my mouth again, what I intended to say was some sort of empty apology and to go back out there. However, that wasn’t the case, “I quit.”

“What?”

“I quit,” I spoke a little firmer. That felt kind of good. I untied my apron and dropped it in his hand, “I fucking quit.”

“I thought you said you needed this job.”

“I thought I did,” I beamed, “But I don’t. It sounds like you need me more than I need you. I fucking quit! I don’t have to stay and deal with this bullshit anymore. Fuck her. Fuck you. Fuck everyone here I don’t share blood with. Later, bitches!”

And just like that, I walked out. I was done. My last shift was over. And I was done. I had a feeling that if I were to come within a hundred feet of this place ever again, it’s going to be a police escort off the property. I didn’t care anymore. I was done. I didn’t have to deal with the bullshit anymore. I was free. When I slipped into the alley to wait for César and Tony to finish up for the night, I put a quarter in the payphone outside and pulled out that business card.

“Hello?”

“You gave me your number, Old Man,” I couldn’t wipe the fucking smile off my face if I wanted to, “The least I could do is call, so you’re not waiting for the phone to ring.”

“Frankie!” he chimed on the other end. Oh, that just put a good feeling back in my heart. The only thing that would make it any better would be if Abuela’s truck came by. But this would do, “How you doing, kid?”

“I’m in,” I told him, “I’m so fucking in.”

The other end was quiet for a minute. Ok…Good feeling slowly going away. Say something, Old Man. You told me to call you when I was ready. Just fucking say something, “And your brothers?”

“Not sure about them yet,” I admitted, “But I know I’m in. And…Uh…Before I’m completely in…”

“What is it, Frankie?” he worried, “Everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine,” I wasn’t sure how true that statement was. I did just quit my job. Out of pure anger and a snap decision. But I also had this in my back pocket, “Are you busy tomorrow night?”

“Can’t say I am,” the Old Man told me, “Why?”

“My…” This was going to sound so stupid. But whatever it takes, “My mother wants to have you over for dinner.”

“That’s not a problem,” he allowed, “What time should I be there?”

Holy shit. I wasn’t expecting that to go over so well, “Uh…Eight o’clock?”

“I can do eight o’clock,” the Old Man confirmed, “I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“Ok,” I nodded, “See you tomorrow night.”

Slowly, but surely, I hung up the phone. What the fuck just happened? Hold on, Frankie. Back track here. One minute, you were dealing with the woman with the stick in her ass. She wanted a new waiter and you weren’t having it. Mostly just to piss her off because you’re occasionally petty. Then, your manager pissed you off even more. You quit your job because of you being pissed off. You called the Old Man. And…Now, you’re having dinner with him and Mama tomorrow night. My head hurts. I needed painkillers. And a lot of them. We’ll start with aspirin and work our way up to morphine.

“Hey, Frankie?” César came out first, “You alright, hermanito? You seem like you’re about to kill someone. Or like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“A little bit of both actually,” I sat on the back steps, “Watch your asses in there. I just quit.”

“Are you serious?” he gasped, “Frankie, why would you do that?”

“I wasn’t dealing with it anymore,” I did all I could to keep myself from crying, “Fuck this place, César. I’d love nothing more than to watch it burn to the ground, but I don’t have to deal with it anymore. It was either I quit or I get fired because of the same woman that was trying to get me fired last night. And I’ll be damned if I let her get the satisfaction. I called the Old Man. Everything should be fine. He’s coming for dinner tomorrow night.”

“So Mama can meet him,” César figured, “Did you tell him you’d take the job?”

“I don’t have much of a choice now,” I shrugged, “It’s either unemployment or employment. I don’t know about you, but I got a good feeling about taking the job with the Old Man.”

“We’ll see what Mama has to say about him.”

“The hell are you two doing out here?” Tony joined us, throwing on his jacket.

“Waiting on your slow ass to get out here,” I jabbed.

“Are you alright, Frankie?” he wondered, “I heard people say you were blowing up on the manager and that you walked out.”

“I quit,” I filled him in, “I got something better lined up anyway.”

“The Old Man?”

“Hope so.”

Just like any other night, the three of us hopped the subway and headed home. I’m not going to miss this. Not in the least bit. If the Old Man lets me work in the Narrows, I’d be spitting distance from home. No more subways. No more buses. No more public transit. I wonder if the Old Man would let me take his town car every now and then. That’d be pretty cool, too. Now, I just needed to tell Mama we were having company tomorrow night.

“Mama?” I went in first and did a quick look around, “We’re home. And on time.”

“Welcome home, mijos,” Mama greeted us from the living room, “Cómo te fué en el trabajo?”

“Long,” Tony threw himself into the armchair.

“Tiring,” César took the other end of the couch.

“It’s funny you ask, Mama,” I bit the inside of my cheek, “Do you remember me telling you about the man from the restaurant? The one we had drinks with last night that wanted to help us?”

“Si.”

“I talked to him tonight,” I went on, “Is it alright that he’s coming for dinner tomorrow night?”

“That’s fine,” she allowed, “I’m glad you took my advice, Francisco. I’m glad one of you listen to me.”

“We listen to you, too, Mama!” Tony whined.

“Antonio,” Mama hushed him, “I know you do. But sometimes, tu hermanito listens a little better. Isn’t that right, mijo?”

“I do what I can,” I kissed her cheek, “I’m going to head to bed, ok, Mama?”

“Ok,” her hand immediately went to my forehead, “You’re not getting sick, are you, Francisco?”

“I’m alright,” I assured her. I knew better than to tell her not to worry. She’d beat me senseless for saying something so stupid. But I digress, “Good night.”

“Good night…”

Today really did kick my ass. And it went by in a blur. I still had a hard time believing I quit the restaurant. I didn’t realize it’d be that easy. Fortunately, I had something else lined up. As long as Mama liked the Old Man, I’d be golden. If she didn’t…Well…What Mama doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right? And as long as he came through on our deal. Tomorrow couldn’t get here fast enough. So, I shut my eyes and hoped for the best.

The next morning, I got up bright and early. I knew Mama would be up, too. She didn’t have to work today, so we had all day to do as we pleased. Although, I knew I’d have to break the news that I don’t have a job anymore to her eventually today. She’ll start to wonder why Tony and César are going to work, but I’m sticking around home. There’s no way I took tonight off just because the Old Man was coming to dinner. She might kill me for it, but I’m sure the new job will be much better than the old one.

I looked over at my brothers’ beds and sure enough, they were still sleeping like babies. Aww…Every part of me was wanting to wake their asses up, but they had a long shift to put in tonight without me. Instead, I covered them both up a little better and quietly closed the door on my way out. And they seem to think I’m the one that needs to be looked after. Sometimes, I do, but nine times out of ten, these two would both be dead without me. I seem to remember a time when I had to stop Tony from walking into oncoming traffic. Regardless, I walked into the kitchen and found Mama already at the stove. I love her.

“Buenos dias, Mama,” I kissed her cheek and got the coffee pot going.

“Buenos dias,” she gasped, “You’re up early, Francisco. I would’ve thought you’d sleep until at least noon.”

“Guess I’m just up early,” I shrugged, peeking over her shoulder, “What do you have going on?”

“You said we were expecting company tonight,” Mama reminded me, “I thought I’d get an early start.”

“You wouldn’t want a little help, would you?” I offered. It didn’t matter what age I was. Cooking was one of those things that always came naturally to me. Why? I don’t know. But I didn’t care. Because I could still cook like a dream. That’s something that would never go away. And Mama knew that.

“I’d love a little help,” she allowed, “While you and your brothers were shopping yesterday, I should’ve had you get some rice. We’re completely out.”

“Really?” That never happened. Ever.

“Nothing,” Mama showed me the end of the big ass bag of rice. With no rice in it.

“I’ll go get you some, if you need it.”

“No, no,” she stopped me, “I’ll go get. You stay here and keep an eye on things. Make sure nothing burns.”

“Got it,” I let her go off to the store and stayed behind to watch all the pots boil. Oh, Mama…You overdid. I mean, I understand you want to go all out with your cooking when we have people coming over, but you didn’t need to go this hard. Bless this woman. May no misfortune ever befall her.

By the looks of it, she’s got churro dough started. Muy bien, Mama. Muchas gracias. I know what I’m having for breakfast. All it needed was to be piped. The oil was hot enough. Why not? I scooped the dough into a piping bag and started squeezing the dough into the oil. Sweet Jesus…There were few things as satisfying as the first churro in the oil. And Mama’s churros rarely disappointed. She had something secret in the dough and she’d take that secret to the grave with her. Even I didn’t know it and I knew all of Mama’s cooking tricks. Her churro recipe, though? Way too coveted.

“Buenos dias, hermanito,” César stumbled into the kitchen, still half asleep and admiring the small accumulation of churros cooling off to the side, “Hell yeah, Mama made churros.”

Just as he went to reach for one, I immediately slapped the back of his hand, “No.”

“Ow!” he nursed his hand, “What the fuck, Frankie? You still have a whole fucking bag of dough yet.”

“You know damn well Mama knows exactly how many this dough is going to make,” I shoved my finger in his face, “If one goes missing, she’s going to be pissed. Do you want to throw off Mama’s rhythm?”

“God no…”

“Alright then,” I went back to making churros, “Besides, those are still probably pretty hot. They just came out of the oil a couple minutes ago.”

“Speaking of Mama,” César sat down at the kitchen table, “Where is she? There’s no way in hell she’s still in bed.”

“She had to make a grocery store run,” I told him, “Apparently, we were out of rice and no one knew it, so she went to get some.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to come home from work tonight,” César swooned, “The best part about us having company. Mama cooks. And cooks more than what the four of us could possibly eat. We eat like kings for the next week.”

“Or your lazy ass learns to cook,” I teased him a bit.

“Why would I do that,” he retaliated, “when you’d do all the cooking for me anyway?”

“Because you wouldn’t do it right,” I rolled my eyes. Both Mama and I had a thing when it came to the kitchen. No one dares use it other than us, “I wouldn’t trust you ten feet in front of a microwave, let alone actually attempt cooking.”

“Thanks, Frankie,” César made his coffee, “Love you, too.”

“If I didn’t love you,” I argued, “Would I be doing this? Would I have beaten you for the sake of you not burning yourself on churros?”

“Valid point,” he gave me an appreciative nod.

“Good morning…” And there’s the other one. I was wondering how long it would take them to wake up once Mama started cooking.

“Morning, Tony,” I grabbed a cup for him from the cabinet and handed it off.

“Bless you.”

“I do what I can,” I went back to the churros on the stove. Mama always said to keep cooking them until they float. Then, take them out of the oil.

Oh, tonight was going to be a night. I could feel it already. My bones wouldn’t lie to me.

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acreativeme · 4 years

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Second Guessing

Request: Could you do 15. “I think I am in love with you and I’m terrified.” with Adam Ruzek with halstead sister reader from Chicago PD?

In the beginning....

“I am going to die.” Adam muttered to himself as he walked up the staircase towards Intelligence. Last night, Adam learned that the girl he has been seeing is the little sister of one Detective Jay Halstead.

Jay had called him last night about getting together for a guys night and heard Y/N’s voice in the background. The line had remained silent for a minute then disconnected. Jay never showed up, but dread made itself home in his stomach. Adam didn’t mention the call to Y/N, so he was shocked to find her gone this morning. There was no trace of her in his apartment, which scared him more than Jay confronting him.

Adam peaked around the corner, noticing Jay leaning against his desk. “Adam. I can see you standing behind the wall.” Jay’s voice was tense.

Scratching the back of his neck, Adam chuckled dryly. “Hey, man. What’s up?”

Standing up straight, Jay crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t know, man. What’s up with you?”

Adam stopped, leaving some space between them. “Not much, you know. Just waiting for this day to get started.” Adam removed his coat, placing it on the back of his chair.

Jay stepped towards him. “If you hurt my little sister, I will kill you and make it look like an accident.” He whispered, grabbing Adam’s shirt and pulling him in close. “You won’t try her like the others.” Jay moved away, turning towards the stairs as someone came around the corner.

“Y/N!” Jay cheered, walking towards her.

Grinning at her older brother, Y/N ignored the figure whose back was towards her. “Jay! I brought the coffee you asked for. I don’t see why you need two, but I am not going to withhold my famous brew.” She laughed at his gimme gesture.

Adam froze. ‘Asshole.’ He thought as Jay elbowed him. Adam slowly turned around, blushing fire engine red.

“Dude, this is my sister. I think you may know her.” Jay smirked at his sister’s frown.

“What-Adam?” Y/N took a step back.

Stuffing his hands into his pants pockets, Adam shrugged. “Hey, Y/N....”

8 months later…

After a long talk and a few beers with Jay, Adam and Y/N had the green light to go about their business. Being a protective older brother, Jay would request meetings with Y/N to see how things were going--which always ended with positive feedback from her. Both Adam and Y/N made it a point to take things slow and really savor getting to know each other.

By the 6th month mark, Adam knew that he loved Y/N. And that terrified him. With Valentine’s day coming up, Adam was scrabbling around looking for ideas to say I love you without actually saying it. Unbeknownst to him, Y/N was pacing her apartment with Jay trying to comfort her.

“What am I going to do, Jay?” Y/N groaned, flopping down on her couch. “I haven’t had to get anything for Valentine’s Day in years.” She grabbed one of her throw pillows and screamed into it.

Jay snatched it from her, wincing as her screams hit his ears. “Woah, Y/N! Chill out. Adam is not going to care what you get him. I think that you should bake him some of your famous red velvet cookies. That man loves your cooking, so that would be the best gift of all.”

She squinted at him, clearly thinking about it. “You are right, Jay. I will cook for him.”

He grinned. “I volunteer as tribute to taste the treats.”

The next day…

Due to a big case, Adam wasn’t able to meet with Y/N for Valentine’s Day. With that being said, Y/N decided to bring dinner to him. She made pot roast with carrots and red potatoes. For dessert, Y/N made red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting.

Smiling at Platt as she buzzed her up, Y/N marched up the stairs. She could hear the team throw around ideas about the big case, so she took her time. Not wanting to scare them, Y/N knocked on the wall as she reached the top of the stairs. The team stopped and glanced over at her.

“I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything. I brought dinner, since it is late and I know how you all get.” She held up the basket as proof that she brought food. “It is still warm, I promise.” She shrugged sheepishly.

Hank smiled, waving her in. “That is very thoughtful. I think we’ve got some plates in the break room.” He led her into the back room.

Adam grinned at her, taking the basket from her. “Hello, lovely.” He leaned down and kissed her head.

She grinned up at him. “Hey, handsome.”

Kevin and Erin gave her a side hug as they made their way in, thanking her for the meal. Jay and Antonio were the only two to give her actual hugs. Her heart warmed as she watched them dig into the pot roast. The team was chatting and relaxing, which would help them be able to refocus on the case.

Adam noticed Y/N leaning against the wall watching his team. He took a deep breath, finally deciding to grow a pair. “Hey, Y/N?”

She hummed, finally snapping out of her daze. “Yes, Adam.”

He shoved his hands into his pockets. “Can I talk to you... alone?” He gestured towards the locker room.

Y/N nodded, letting him lead her out of the room. She waited patiently for him to stop pacing and speak. She watched him mutter something to himself and run his hand through his hair. She reached forward and grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks. “What’s going on, Adam?”

He locked eyes with her, noticing the worry in her eyes. “I think I am in love with you and I’m terrified. I’m not terrified of the idea of loving you, because you are so easy to love. I am terrified that I am going to ruin what we have, like I did with all of my other relationships.” He stated with a look of fear in his eyes.

Y/N gasped, feeling her chest tightening. Not knowing what to say, Y/N just pulled him in for a kiss. The kiss was filled with enough love and passion to make even the grumpiest person smile.

Pulling away, Y/N whispered, “I love you too, ya idiot.”

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ewritesthangs · 5 years

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The Proposition

Authors Note: I had this idea for a Halstead sibling fic. So here it is. It’s also an Antonio Dawson fic. I hope you enjoy! Also, I wrote this 3 times.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut, oral sex (female receiving), swearing.

Tag List: @halstudandruz @alievans007

2nd person POV

Antonio Dawson x Halstead!Reader

Part 1

The music rang through your apartment as you made your dinner. You were in an oversized sweater, courtesy of your elder brother Will, and his now too small for him joggers. You were not expecting anyone to come over. So when there was a knock on your door interrupting your hella wonderful dance moves, you jumped slightly and groaned loudly so the person on the other side of the door knew you were upset.

“Y/N, let me in! I texted you!” Your partner bellowed.

“I didn’t think you meant it!” You retort, as your door creaked open.

“You said you had booze and were making your famous fettuccine alfredo. I was not going to miss that.” He smirked as he walked in, shrugging his leather jacket off.

You rolled your eyes and closed the door before following Dawson into your kitchen. You strain your pasta and mix it into the sauce you were making. “Want to taste?” You hold the spoon to his lips, for he was standing next to the stove with a beer in hand. He takes a bite and his eyes roll back into his head, moans of taste ecstasy escaping his lips.

“Holy shit. That is so good.”

“It’s my mom's recipe.” You smile, proud you could do her proud with your cooking. “Go sit, I will bring you some.” He sits on the stool at your island, before you hand him a bowl of pasta. You sprinkle a little bit of freshly grated parmesan on top. He waits for you to sit next to him before he devours his first helping.

“God, you have the brains, the hots, and the cooking power. I think I’m in love.” He jokes, before helping himself to another serving. When he sits back down, his hand rests on the back of your stool. “Did your mom teach you how to cook?” He asks, turning slightly to face you.

“She did teach me a little. But I mainly learned from the chefs at the base and my brothers. They taught me what not to do.” Giggles erupt from your chest.

“You know, you really are the whole package. Bad-ass, beautiful, intelligent, know how to cook. It’s a wonder how you are single.”

“Well, my brothers tend to scare off any guy or girl that looks my way. And if they do get past them, they usually end up hurting me. So ya, I have just stayed unattached.”

“When was your last one? With that Brien kid right?”

“His name was Dylan, and yes. That was about 3 months ago?”

“So you haven’t had anyone since?”

“Why are we talking about this?” You gave Antonio a puzzled look.

“Look, I know I am probably too old for you. But I thought that maybe we could, you know. No strings attached?” He motions between you two with his hands, becoming slightly embarrassed for even asking.

You pretended to ponder the thought, with your hand on your chin as if to think about your answer. “Dawson, you are one hell of a man. I have wanted to take you since I was, like, 20.”

“Not so innocent when you were younger like your brothers thought you were.” Antonio chuckles, a smirk following suit. “You grew to be one hell of a woman, Y/N.” He leans in towards you and ducks his head down.

“Is this really happening?” You whisper, blinking your eyes rapidly. Dawson just closes his eyes and presses his lips to yours. The kiss was super soft and sweet, at first. Then he presses a bit more firmly, his hands moving to cup your cheeks. Your hands rest upon his biceps as the kiss sends shivers and tingles through your body. He elicited many sensations from within your body with just a kiss. You wondered what other feelings he could bring out. He moves the hand that lay atop of your chair to your back to bring you closer. The kiss was getting more intense, tongues began to move together. The kiss elicited a moan from your vocal cords. He pulled back a bit to catch his breath. Your teeth brought your bottom lip between them. He groans and stands up. His hands slid down just below your butt cheeks before hoisting you up. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your hands cupping his neck. He kisses you again, tongue automatically going into your mouth. Antonio walks you to your couch. “Shirt. Off.” He mumbled between kisses. You strip the sweater off, exposing your braless chest, a spaghetti strap t-shirt covering what’s underneath. You had a few tattoos on your chest. Tugging at the edge of your shirt, Antonio pulled your shirt off to expose your beautifully perky breasts. He moaned at the sight, immediately attaching his lips to your right nipple. He had sat down at that point. He starts to suckle a bit, nip, flick. All the things that made you go wild, the warmth between your legs growing. Moans escaped your lips, his name rolling off your tongue. He switched sides, you began to grind down onto his growing erection. This caused him to moan out, and detach his lips.

“You are beyond sexy. And wet.” His raspy voice rang through your ears. Your arousal had seeped through your joggers.

“Please. Do. Something.” You begged, out of breath.

“Sit on the edge of the couch, princess. Pants off.” You happily oblige, removing your joggers, placing your butt right at the edge of the couch and leaning back. Antonio begins to strip, only to his boxers, leaving you to still wonder how his member looks. Your mouth watered. He sunk to his knees and spreads your legs wide. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to taste you.” He bites his lip, leaning in and grabbing your lace underwear with his teeth. You lift your butt slightly to help him get them off. He looked so damn sexy. The dampness between your legs grew into more of a dripping sensation. You could feel it slipping down your slit to the couch. He kisses up your legs, calf to thigh, each leg. He wanted to show your body attention, every inch of your body. Your aching with anticipation, your breathing became erratic. Soft kisses are placed upon your slit, before he snakes his arms around your thighs. Sucking your clit into his mouth, he begins the pleasure. Your gasp at the contact and moan loudly, your fingers tangling into his hair. His tongue starts to flicks against your clit, this has always driven you insane. Your hips buck instinctively, causing him to chuckle ever so softly. He moves his attention to your vaginal opening. He tongue fucks you, causing you to moan out loud.

“Antonio. Fuck just like that.” He curls his tongue up, hitting your g-spot. The scream that was emitted from you was unexpected. Nobody has ever been able to do that to you, that caused your head to roll back and your back to arch. “OH FUCK!” You were wriggling beneath him, putty in his hands. One of his hands began to rub your clit in circular motions. The coil inside your body began to tighten up, signaling you were ready to cum. “Fuck fuck fuck i’m gonna cum.” Antonio just hums in response, too busy with pleasing you. The loudest moan you had ever emitted came out as you came, more like squirted. Antonio pulled back, watching as you squirted all over his torso. His boxers were soaked with precum. Your body shook from the amount of pleasure in which you just received. He cleans up your vulva, moaning at the taste.

“Fuck princess. You taste so divine. And you squirted all over me. That was beyond sexy, I could have cum just watching you.” You were panting, trying to catch your breath.

“I have never squirted before. You know how to make a woman scream.” You were slightly dazed, so Antonio took this time to unravel his arms from under your thighs and take his penis out. It stood at attention, the tip red and throbbing. You had sat up and were finally able to see how he was packing. He was very girthy, very nice length. You moaned at the sight. He pumped it a few times.

“Your turn, Mr. Dawson.” Your voice was sexy, sensual, inviting. Antonio shook his head, causing you to become confused. He holds his hand out, pulling you to your feet.

“I want to fuck you. In your bed.” He pulls you into his embrace and kisses you again, his right hand cupping your jaw and cheek. This kiss was pure passion, hints of lust seeping through. You wrap both arms around his neck. He scoops you up, one arm around your waist so you’re just slightly off the ground.

“Second door on the left.” You breathe out. Antonio nods, and walks you both there, you still being off the ground in his muscular embrace. You leave open mouth kisses on his neck, eliciting a small moan when your kiss his sweet spot just behind his earlobe. A smirk dances across your lips. Before you had the chance to delve into his sweet spot, you’re thrown onto the bed. Giggles erupt from your chest, knowing he is being playful. He crawls onto the bed, you still giggling like a little girl.

“You have the most glorious laugh, Y/N.” He expresses, a smile spread across his face from ear to ear. You pecked his lips.

“Flattery will get you fucked, Dawson. Do something with that glorious cock already.” He chuckles darkly, veering his head down towards your chest. He kisses your breasts before his hand slips between your slightly open legs. He rubs your clit, pressure hard but the circling is slow. He wants to get you worked up.

“Uh.” You moan out. “Please Tonio.” He just smirks, his hand leaving you. You whimper before feeling the tip of his cock rubbing up and down your slit. He rubs the head against your clit before he slips himself in, but just the tip. All the while he still had his sly smirk on his face. You give him a scowl. “Anto-” You didn’t get the rest of his name out before he slips himself all the way in, not quite balls deep. Moans escape your mouth, legs instinctively going wider for more of him.

“That got you to stop talking.” He moaned out, unable to hold back anymore. He pulls back, almost all the way out and slams himself into you. You grip the sheets and moan in pure pleasure. He does it one last time before setting his pace. He thrusts at a sensual pace. Not too fast, but not too slow. Just right for your first time together. But his thrusts were hard and deep. You were in ecstasy, the feeling of him filling you finally was just what you have been waiting for. The way he made you feel was intense, impeccable, divine. Your eyes rolled back, back arched off the bed, head tipped back. Hands flying to the pillow in which your head rest upon, fingers gripping the soft fabric of your pillow case. Antonio had a grip on your waist, strong enough to leave some marks. Not bad though. He decided to release them, to lean on his left forearm to thrust even deeper and harder. His pace picked up.

“Look at me princess. I want to see that pretty face as you cum.” His voice was ultra raspy, right hand turning your head to face him. Your eyes flutter open, the color had intensified with lust. He moaned at the sight of you. “Fuck baby girl. I’m gonna cum.” He had been holding out, wanting you to be pleased first and foremost.

You bit your bottom lip. “Cum for me Antonio. Let me feel you inside of me.” You moaned out his name, right leg swinging around his waist. Your heel digs into the lumbar area of his back, encouraging him to continue. The familiar coil inside of you getting stronger and stronger. His thrusts get slightly sloppier. Your hands slide to his cheeks, making eye contact with the man above you. He bites his lip, cumming inside of you with a loud moan of your name. It was warm. This caused you to grow even closer. He continues to thrust, riding out his orgasm and bringing you to yours.

“Cum for me, Y/N.” His hand slithers down your torso to your clit. He begins to rub it furiously. You scream out, your body wriggling under his touch. “Antonio!” You came, hard. All the sensations drove you right over the edge you were teetering on. He watched as your face contorted from the pleasure coursing through your body. He rod out your orgasm as best he could before pulling out and plopping beside you. You guys lay there in silence, the only sounds being your panting.

“That was. Holy shit. Incredible.” You managed to get out.

“Thank you.” He chuckles and turns to look at you.

“So much better than I thought it would be.” You roll over so that you’re laying on top of him.

“Again, thank you. You flatter me.”

“Round two?” You wiggle your eyebrows.

“Hmm, give me some moti- oh. I like the sight of you on top of me like that.” You were straddling his waist. Hands on his chest.

“Let me fuck you now.”

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rosesupposes · 4 years

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Ivy League

In which Race goes to dinner with Spot, his professor, and his asshole classmate and Spot ends up defending Race’s honor.

This is v v v self indulgent and probably doesn’t make much sense. Just know that Kelly Smaltzer is modern girlsie Smalls who just hasn’t gotten her nickname yet.

Read on AO3.

“Thanks so much for your help, Race. I was sure I was gonna fail this test.”

“No problem, Davey,” Race said, packing the empty containers from his lunch into his bag. Spot was on a meal prep kick and Race hadn’t been able to escape it. “After my midterm this morning, it actually reminded me that physics isn’t crazy.”

“Your Planetary Relations class right?” Davey started packing up his bag.

“Yeah and then my Dance Comp one later. But Albert and I are having rehearsals beforehand and then we’ve got another rehearsal for a showcase.”

Davey looked confused, as he gathered up the trash from his lunch, along with the trash Jack and Crutchie had left when Race and Davey had started reviewing for Davey’s Physics I test. “I thought you and Spot had that dinner with his professor tonight?”

Race groaned and held up the garment bag he’d had to bring along with his backpack and dance bag. “We do. I’ve been lugging my pants and shirt around all day. I have to wear a tie, Davey. A tie.”

Davey rolled his eyes. “You’ll survive. Spot must really want to impress his professor if he’s risking making you wear a tie.”

“I resent that but it’s not untrue. And he does. She takes an intern every summer from her first year classes and he thinks it’s a really good sign that she invited him to this dinner. But she also invited that asshole classmate that Spot’s always complaining about. He’s bringing his girlfriend.” Race wrinkled his nose.

“Oh, I see. That’s why your wearing the tie,” Davey said with the know it all tone that Race knew meant he was teasing.

“What?”

“You’re trying to out trophy wife the girlfriend.”

“Shut up and go take your physics test,” Race said, pushing Davey’s arm and then walking away from him. His phone chirped with a text from Davey not 30 seconds later.

I’m adding 3 points to your pettiness score. You’re in the lead now.

His Dance Comp midterm went well, even if it ran over. He blamed Albert for drawing the last performance slot because he could have left early otherwise. His whole body ached, protesting the Pilates class from hell that he’d had before lunch and the three hours of rehearsal he’d had after. Going home and vegging out on the couch sounded infinitely better than going to Spot’s dinner. The food would be good, sure, and Spot’s professor was paying but he’d learned early on in Spot’s law school career that when people at law events found out he wasn’t also in law school, they tended to lose interest pretty quickly. He was usually relegated to the role of trophy boyfriend- which he could do and do well but it was kind of hard when he was this exhausted and coming right from a day of midterms.

He tied his tie while he waited for his Uber and attempted to fix his hair using Snapchat as a mirror. Spot had mentioned that his asshole classmate’s girlfriend was apparently model pretty and Davey was right; Race was nothing if not petty. He was definitely going to be the better trophy wife tonight, even if he was exhausted and coming from four hours of dancing.

As soon as Race was in his Uber and had an ETA he trusted, he texted Spot.

mdtrm ran ovr b there 5 min l8 blame al

Okay

ur gonna wow her n then well get wine drunk w javid 2nite 2 celbr8

After texting Jack and Davey to make sure they could get wine drunk when Race and Spot got home, Race was happy to find his AirPods shoved into his wallet and he put them in so he could start reviewing the choreography for his upcoming Repertory midterm in his head. He got another text from Spot when he was about five minutes from the restaurant.

They're seating us now. Just ask for Taylor Caine.

k eta 4 min ur gonna kill it luv u

Race went right to the hostess when he entered the restaurant. She probably had a fancier title than hostess at a place like this but Race definitely didn't know the word, even if it was probably Italian. "Hi, I think my party's already been seated. I'm with Taylor Caine?"

The hostess gave him a once over, eyes catching on his poorly tied tie. "Of course, follow me, sir." She led Race through the main dining area and to another, smaller area where Race immediately picked out Spot and his group. He waved, hoping to catch Spot's eye and sure enough Spot saw him, his face brightening in a way that most people didn't recognize.

"Speak of the devil," he said, grinning as Race took the empty seat between Spot and who he assumed was asshole classmate's girlfriend. "This is my boyfriend, Antonio Higgins."

"Call me Tony, please," Race said, as if he ever used that name. "I'm so sorry I'm late, my dance midterm ran over."

The woman on the other side of Spot set her menu down and pushed her reading glasses on top of her head, offering her hand to Race, who took it. "No worries at all, we've only just ordered our drinks. I'm Taylor Caine."

"Oh the famous Professor Caine," Race crowed. "It's so great to meet you after all of Sean's stories."

"Only good ones I hope?"

"The best," Race agreed, grinning at Spot, who was getting the look he did when he was almost about to blush. Race decided to back off a little instead of laying it on so thick. "He loves your classes."

"Oh don't flatter her," the woman next to her said. The way she put her hand on Taylor's shoulder spoke of years of easy familiarity and it made Race smile to think of having that with someone- with Spot- one day. "I'll never hear the end of it. I'm Dalia."

Race shook her hand and then turned to the man at her side- presumably Spot's classmate. Race offered his hand. The man took it, but not before staring at it disdainfully. He eventually deigned to introduce himself to Race, but not before Race reintroduced himself first. “Antonio Higgins.”

"Joseph Huntington III. This is my fiancée, Kelly Smaltzer."

"Great to meet you." Race was sitting next to Kelly so he turned to her as well and offered his hand, which she shook. "That dress is absolutely beautiful. Vera Wang?"

Kelly's face lit up. She was very pretty and Race felt a little bitter. "Thank you, yes. How did you know?"

While the others discussed whatever it was lawyers discussed, Race told her about Jack’s internship at the fashion magazine and how they would obsess over spreads together for hours and they fell into an easy conversation about fashion magazines. Kelly, it turned out, was writing for the website of a competing fashion magazine but she quietly admitted to Race that she was hoping to break away from fluff pieces soon and then move to a magazine more like the one Jack worked at- one that was focused on fashion but strived for inclusivity and female empowerment. She had some interesting ideas and Race was slowly starting to like her. She and Jack would be a force to be reckoned with if put in the same room together. If they were relegated to conversation as trophy wives for the night, he didn’t think he would mind it.

Eventually the waiter appeared with drinks. Spot leaned into Race's space to tell him, "I ordered you a seltzer, babe."

Race kissed Spot on the cheek, taking his glass from the waiter. "Perfect, thanks."

As the waiter took their orders, Race suddenly realized he hadn’t looked over the menu at all- a dangerous choice, since he could be pretty picky with his Italian food. He began reading over but he only got through two appetizers before Spot interrupted him, quietly pointing out two of the menu items. “There’s lasagna you’ll like and a pasta primavera, if you want something lighter.”

“You know me too well,” he said with a wink and Spot rolled his eyes. He thought he heard Joseph scoff but he ignored it.

Once they'd settled back into conversation after ordering, Race found himself the center of attention. "So, Tony," Taylor said as she put away her reading glasses. "Sean tells me you're also at Columbia?"

Race nodded. "I am. I'm still an undergrad though- only a junior. Sean's too smart for me; he graduated high school and undergrad early."

"Don't sell yourself short. You’re-" Spot started but was interrupted by Joseph.

"You're a dance major then?"

"Yes," Race said, taking a sip of his seltzer, "a dance major and-"

“And what do you plan to do with that?”

“Well, I’m not quite sure yet but I also-”

"At Yale, dance is folded into the Theater Studies major. It’s not a very popular major. Most students at Yale choose a more… useful path for undergrad. I majored in political science. Joseph continued, a not so subtle attempt at shifting the focus of conversation to himself..

"Oh, how interesting," Dalia said, sounding perfectly interested though Race didn’t miss the little annoyed look that crossed her face.

Joseph launched into what was probably meant to sound like a description of undergraduate life in New Haven but was actually just a thinly veiled list of his accomplishments. Race nodded politely at all the right points in Joseph’s resume but caught Spot tensing his body out of the corner of his eye. Hoping to head off Spot’s seething, Race grabbed his hand under the table and squeezed it once, shaking his head a little. He waited for Spot to nod back to him before turning to Kelly. God, Spot could be such a drama queen. And, coming from Race, who was now leading on the pettiness scoreboard in their apartment, that was saying a lot.

Race turned back to Kelly, hoping to hear more of her ideas for future articles. She seemed excited just to have the chance to talk about them and after listening to both Katherine and Sarah rant for hours on end, Race felt like he knew how to actually engage in the conversation as an ally without being a total jerk.

By the time their food came, it was clear to Race that Spot’s assessment of Joseph as a Grade A Asshole was correct. He attempted to make every conversation about him and his opinions. He kept making digs at Spot’s less than ideal childhood and cutting off his own fiancée to speak for her. He was sitting next to Dalia but spent the whole time clearly trying to impress Taylor. In his effort to engage with Taylor, he ended up essentially ignoring Dalia, Kelly, and Race, and only engaging with Spot because he had to. No one seemed overly impressed with his accomplishments or his attitude which helped restore Race’s faith in humanity a little but it did not make for a fun dinner table.

Race could tell Spot was getting closer and closer to going off. His jaw was tight and he kept clenching and unclenching his fists under the table. It was one of the things Race loved most about Spot- his righteous outrage in the face of someone treating others like shit- but now was not the time for an outburst. He kept one hand just above Spot’s knee, even while talking to Kelly, slowly rubbing circles right above his knee cap.

Taylor and Dalia were wonderful, trying to keep everyone involved in the conversation. It was when they asked Kelly about herself that Race really started to get annoyed with Joseph. He kept talking over her, even when she was asked a direct question, ascribing opinions to her that Race could tell from her face she didn’t really hold. He told their engagement story with a focus on how amazing his plan had been while barely mentioning Kelly. When he excused himself to use the bathroom shortly after that, Race made it a point to ask Kelly again about the articles she wanted to write for her magazine. Taylor and Dalia both listened intently to her ideas of what fashion magazines could- and should- be.

“Sorry,” she said after a few minutes, putting her hands back in her lap and blushing a little. “I just get really excited about this kind of stuff.”

“No, no,” Taylor said. “Don’t apologize, you have a lot of really intelligent ideas and you’re very good at expressing them.”

Kelly beamed. “Thank you. I don’t have much chance to talk about them, even at work.”

Dalia hummed thoughtfully and nodded. “I remember seeing some profiles on your magazine recently. I thought they mentioned how progressive it was.”

“In some ways, it is,” Kelly said thoughtfully. “But in a lot of ways it’s white feminism and it’s lip service. There are a few articles on intersectionality in relation to feminism that I was sure I would get to write if I pitched them but I’ve been shut down again and again. They only want the type of feminism that’s palatable to their investors and they refuse to push for anything more. And we need to push for more. Intersectionality is the most important part of feminism and if I can somehow provide visibility to trans women or women of color-”

“This again, honey?” Joseph said, grinning as he sat down. “Sorry about that. She gets overexcited sometimes.”

Kelly looked visibly upset but also a little like she was used to it. “I’m not overexcited, Joey. This is important.”

“I don’t know why you care so much. It doesn’t affect you.”

“It does and even if it didn’t, then it’s even more important for me to care.”

Race could see a real argument brewing and, while he wouldn’t mind Joseph making himself out to be even more of an asshole, Kelly didn’t deserve to be put down in the middle of a restaurant, by her fiancee, when she was right. Without even thinking about it, Race took a sip of his almost finished seltzer and then set down his glass towards the edge of the table, tipping it into his own lap. “Oh my god, I’m such a klutz.” He stood, giving Spot a significant look and hoping his boyfriend picked up his cue to change the subject. “Excuse me, I’ll just go clean myself up.”

Race pulled a waitress aside as he headed to the bathroom, telling her about the spill. He cleaned himself up quickly. Thankfully, the air dryer helped with his wet pants. By the time he returned to the table, everyone seemed calm, though Kelly was decidedly not looking at Joseph. Dalia was speaking when Race sat down again. “I can’t say much obviously but it’s very exciting to represent them, even just in the patent filings. I mean, I have a degree in physics so it’s fun to go back to my roots with all the intermediary work before their next spacecraft is ready. Oh, Tony, is everything all right?”

“All set,” he said, taking his seat. “Just a little seltzer. Sorry, did you say you were working on patents for a spacecraft? Is it the Kord Industries one?”

Dalia’s eyes brightened. “Yes, actually, do you know it?”

“I do,” Race said at the same time that Joseph snorted. Race ignored it but could feel Spot seething next to him and reflexively reached a hand down to grab his knee. Spot was not going to blow his shot at this internship over whatever he thought was Race’s honor; not if Race could help it.

“And how do you feel about them? Most people who know enough to recognize them from such a brief description have strong opinions.”

“Oh, he does,” Spot said, a lot calmer than Race would expect.

Race laughed. “I guess that’s fair. I-“

“What would a dance major know about spacecraft?” Joseph had said it quietly to Kelly, who did not look pleased with him. The comment was clearly meant just for her but he hadn’t said it quietly enough because the whole table had heard him loud and clear.

“Joseph,” Kelly said, sounding scandalized. “Stop it.”

“It’s okay, Kelly,” Race said, forcing a smile onto his face, even though he was kind of exhausted from dealing with Joseph tonight.

“No, it’s not okay,” Spot interjected, standing in his seat and leaning over the table a little. “Antonio is double majoring in Dance and Astrophysics, which you would know if you hadn’t been interrupting him all night. He is the smartest and most passionate man I know. He has more talent in his pinky finger than you have in your entire body and will graduate with two very difficult degrees with no class overlap from an Ivy League school in 4 years. He’s already co-authored 2 papers as an undergrad and presented at 4 major conferences this year alone. And what have you done? Relied on daddy’s name for a degree and law school entry?”

“Spot,” Race hissed under his breath, tugging on Spot’s wrist. Both Joseph and Kelly were frozen on the other side of the table. “Sit down.”

“No, Racer. He’s been rude to everyone all night and he doesn’t get to insult your intelligence because one of your majors is dance and he couldn’t bother to listen to you and find out the other.”

Joseph seemed to have collected himself enough to lift an eyebrow, looking amused. “And you got in based on what? The scholarship for poor orphaned kids from Queens?”

“I’m from Brooklyn, asshole” Spot hissed and Race almost laughed. Leave it to Spot to bring up Brooklyn rather than his LSAT score of 179.

“I’m sorry but that is completely inappropriate language for a restaurant like this,” Joseph said still sounding amused. He looked to Dalia and Taylor, apparently aiming for conspiratorial. “I guess a place at Columbia is no guarantee for good breeding.” He turned back to Spot and Race, arms crossed as if he had won. “You should go now.”

“Actually, I think you should go, Joseph.” All eyes turned to Taylor who did not look happy at all. “Sean is right. You’ve been very rude tonight and I can’t say I blame him for lashing out. Kelly, darling, you’re welcome to stay. I’d love to hear more about your article ideas.”

Joseph’s absolutely shocked face would forever be one of Race’s favorite memories. He seemed frozen in his shock but Kelly jumped to action, standing and pulling Joseph up with her. “Thank you so much, Taylor, Dalia, but we’ll both be going. Sean, it was lovely to meet you. Tony, I’ll send you that article I was telling you about. Thank you all so much again. Have a lovely night.”

Kelly grabbed her coat and purse and pulled a shell shocked Joseph out behind her, without another word from him. Spot relaxed a little as he sat back down but Race saw the exact moment that he realized what had just happened.

“Professor, I am so sorry, that was completely inappropriate. We should go too-”

“Please don’t,” Taylor said. “You and Tony have been a delight tonight unlike Joseph. This is exactly why I do these dinners. You never know how a student behaves outside of class unless you meet them outside of class.”

“Yes, please stay,” Dalia said. “I’d like to hear Tony’s opinions on the Kord Industries spacecraft. The younger generation tends to have the most innovative thoughts on these things, in my experience. But first you’ll have to tell us where the nicknames Spot and Racer come from.”

Spot and Race grinned at each other.

“Well, you see,” Spot started, turning back to the older women. “My brother likes to think he’s very good at giving people nicknames.”

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