#first night out was wonderful we got tipsy and sung and talked about music

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Ninety Two. Part 4

That wife of mine is just a mess, that is the only words I have right now. Having to clean sick from a drunk woman or cleaning sick from a pregnant one, the pregnant one is better cause this stank so bad “god” I breathed out, seeing a shadow over me. Dragging my eyes up seeing a naked Robyn over me “now what?” I asked, I wonder what she is thinking right now because she’s been awful “you look nice naked but what is it?” I am here cleaning this shit, she is there just doing nothing “tired” nodding my head “the bed is there, go to sleep Robyn. I’m here it’s ok” Robyn draped her naked body over me, like that helps “come on now” getting up from my position and holding her “come, go to bed” turning her, Robyn giggled pushing her weight on me so I could fall back on the bed, Robyn laughed out as I did fall back on the bed and then climbed on me butt naked “why are you moody with me?” Shaking my head rubbing the side of my face “just please go to sleep” picking her off me and placing her to the side, getting up from the bed “come” turning to her and picking her up like a baby “Chris” she whined out, placing on the bed “mhmmm” she can whine all she wants but I rather she sleeps because she ain’t fully there and in a stupid mood “there we go all tucked in bed” leaning down and pressing a kiss to her forehead “love you” she needs to sleep it off “hold me!” She grabbed my hand, she really ain’t going to let me go “please” she whined out “I need to clean that mess, this room about to stink if not. I’ll be back” dragging my feet as I walked off, I am tired. Dealing with Rylee is easier than a grown adult, she is very needy too. I don’t mind it, she is having fun and she’s with me, not like she’s with her friends so it’s fine if she’s wasted like this.

I huffed out sitting down on the chair in the corner, I picked up Robyn’ clothing and hung them up, and the panties. I thought she lost them, but I found them, she needs to wear these when we leave. Looking over at Robyn asleep, I knew she would fall asleep. I predicted that, she played up at first of course but then fell asleep straight away. Tapping on Instagram, I wanted to post a picture earlier actually, but I will do it now. I took this in the bedroom before we left, tapping on the plus sign and then adding the picture I took. Adding a caption ‘Mean mugging like I’m ugly’ pressing post, going onto my tags. I always like seeing my tagged posts, they are always interesting to see. My eyes widened seeing all these picture of Robyn and I, oh these are messy. Tapping on the first one, the video played and it’s Robyn putting drink in my mouth from here, from that angle you can see she did that, honestly I thought she did that too but couldn’t confirm it. I have video evidence; oh this is nasty. I know they are going to be talking about the performance, backing out of the video. Seeing a picture of Robyn and I, I like that actually. I look in my zone and she has her arms around me, I look good. No wonder India was on me, I get it. Laughing to myself and reposting the post, adding a caption ‘The LOVE of my life’ pressing send, locking phone and looking over at the bed. This is painful, clenching my jaw and dragging my hand down to my crotch area, my hand it is for tonight, but I don’t mind it.

Frantically looking around the suite, Robyn is nowhere to be found. I just so happened to wake up, it’s still night but she is not here, her bag is here. Her clothes are gone too, I am just concerned she has done something stupid. She is drunk “hey, hi” waving the receptionist over “yes Mr Brown” here I am just going crazy right now because my girl is not here “look I might sound crazy but Rihanna, have you seen here come through here or leave the place” where the fuck could she have gone “she is in the bar sir” my eyebrows knitted together “what?” is she being real right now “she came down just an hour ago and is at the bar” that is crazy, running off from the reception “thank you” I shouted, the bar is open here and the music is playing but why and how did she get here, what the fuck is she playing at without telling me too. I breathed out seeing Robyn, she is here being the life of the party, how the hell did she find these people. Shaking my head as I made my way over to her, reaching over her “you have had enough” grabbing the drink, she didn't reek of alcohol, but I could easily smell her night of fun on her breath “my husband!” she spat “I want to have more Chris, stop it” she slurred out “huh” I scrunched my face up, I am there concerned as fuck and she is here but she won’t understand that “you heard me” she took a shot, a shot I don’t know where she got from “come here” I beckoned her but Robyn ain’t listening.

Following behind Robyn “Nope. I'm not drunk. I just feel gooood” She threw her hands in the air, shaking and gyrating her body to the rhythm of the beat of the music “you’re drunk Robyn please” I stated and watched her closely, waiting to see what her next move was. As long as we had been together, I had never actually seen Robyn this drunk before. So far, I find her to be a mess but funny too “Maybe I am drunk…” Robyn walked towards the bar again and fell back against it. Setting her cup on top of the bar, resting back on her elbows and shook her head, changing her mind “No, I'm not drunk…I'm just toasty…Or is it tipsy?” Her face fell into deep concentration as she tried to figure out which of the two she preferred “Toasty, tipsy. What does it matter? I'm not drunk though” Sliding back on top of the bar, she laid across the counter top. Stretching her legs out and turning on her side, she winked and smirked at me “get down, Robyn” I really want her to stop “it's my birthday” Robyn whined and rolled around, turning her back towards me “you're supposed to give me whatever I want” she stood up on top of the bar and began swaying her body back and forth. “Tonight I’ll be your naughty girl” she sung off-key, holding her drink up in the air and rolling her hips around “Robyn, get your drunk ass off the counter and let's go” I shook my head, but couldn't contain my laugh. I was definitely going to have plenty of stories to share come tomorrow.

Robyn laughed with me “I'm going to dance for Poppa, what is that song. I love it when you call me big poppa, he got a big dick that’s why he’s poppa. I love it when you call me big poppa” Robyn continued to sing. “Robyn” I said, rubbing my neck “ok, ok, ok I will get down” Robyn said childlike, she held her arms out. Helping Robyn down even though she got up there on her own “have a shot with me, then we go?” I sighed out “ain’t you drunk enough, these poor people having to watch you. These are classy people” I am shocked nobody is recording the shambles that is my wife, but it is an expensive hotel and it’s the rich here “shot for the road?” the guy behind the bar said “a long road for me, go on” shaking my head, I swear she is bad. I think I prefer the Robyn that is quiet and not being crazy like this, I can’t even front though. Robyn looks so sexy, even dancing on the bar she looks so sexy doing it, I think she knew it too.

Dragging Robyn back to the suite is actually a nightmare, she keeps stopping in the hallway, like she has now. Robyn gazed up to look me, Robyn’ eyes met mine and she touched her fingers against my cheek. She is hot, cupping my face in her hands, she pulled me towards her. Staring deep into my eyes, stumbling forward, I closed the small gap between our faces and pressed my lips to hers. Our kiss was sloppy, yet full of passion. We clung to each other, hungrily sucking on the other's tongue. Absorbing the alcohol that still lingered there. Our speed hastened as the world began to spin around us. My mind blurring and our need for each other taking over, overshadowing any other thought I possessed. My hands travelled across Robyn’ back until they reached her waist. Wrapping my hands around her midsection pushing her more against the wall, I then pulled her into me. Her dress riding up her thighs, exposing the length of her legs more when I nudged them apart with my knee. My fingers dipped below her dress and slid across her wet slit, earning a shudder and a whimper from her.

We fell into the suite, like literally fell into the suite. Dragging Robyn into the room, I didn’t want us end up being caught in the hallway. The door closed behind us, pulling her panties to the side, I pressed my fingers against her, and Robyn spread her legs further. Her own hands moved at a frenzy to rid of my overalls. Her fingers fumbled around with the buckles until she was able to unbuckle me. My overalls fell and she slipped her hands between the elastic band of my boxers and gripped my length. Moaning softly as she did, my tongue still pressed against her tonsils. Over dominating hers and swallowing each moan that gathered in her mouth. Robyn continued to massage my length, running her fingers over the veins that were pulsating out. Moving my pants out of her way, she tugged my underwear down far enough to pull out my member. Removing my fingers, I held her panties to the side and Robyn aligned the head of my dick to her opening. I could feel her heat beckoning me towards her. We stumbled backwards; our lips never left each other’s at all. We stumbled back against the mini bar in the suite, hearing the glass smash to the floor but not caring. Pressing her against the bar I finally positioned inside of her. We both broke away from each other lips and touched our foreheads together, her dress continued to ride up when I pushed her legs even further apart. Grabbing the nape of my neck she pulled me towards her and rocked her hips forward to the rhythm I set.

She felt so good around me, my forehead fell against her shoulder as I buried myself deep inside of her. Hiking her dress up further, I drove into her, thumping her back against the bar. Placing frantic kisses along the side of her neck, Robyn tossed her head to the side, her hair falling away from her neck, giving my lips more skin to touch. Inhaling deeply, Robyn slipped her hands underneath my shirt and her finger nails dug into my back. Her head flew back when I cupped her thighs and spread her legs wider, just before scooping her up and pushing into her even harder. Robyn’ body shuddered, and she clenched her eyes shut “fuck” I can feel my overalls and boxers gathered around my ankles, I am going to fall. Letting Robyn slowly down onto her feet, my dick standing to attention as I stepped out of my overalls and boxers. Taking my tee off, Robyn was already taking her dress off, now it makes me wonder. Is she actually fully drunk, now I am doubting that.

I climbed on top of the bed and pulled her towards me, turning so that my legs were spread across the length of the bed, Robyn straddled my lap facing me and pushed me back, she gripped the side of the bed and then carefully pressed her palms into my chest and rose her body up enough to position my length beneath her before sinking down on to me, feeling her inner muscles clenched around me and we both grunted out moans of satisfaction. Gripping her hips and thrusting myself forward, I laid back enjoying the feel of Robyn pulsing around me. Her soft grunts and moans were music to my ears to hear. Rocking her hips back and forth, my hands moved up her stomach, my fingers caressing her soft skin before moving further to cup her breast. Leaning forward and claiming one of her breasts in my mouth, sucking down on the pointed bud, I thrust inside of her with a vengeance, keeping up a steady rhythm going with Robyn.

I used my free hand to run down her back, tickling her spine, before cupping her ass and pulling her body towards me. Robyn locked her legs around my waist, arching her body towards me. We continued a perfect rhythm, with her legs wrapped around my body. Her hands gripping my ass, pushing me in deeper, urging me to move faster, to stroke faster. Running her fingers up the curve of my spine, her mouth fell open, forming a small O shape. Each pump, each stroke that I thrust into her caused her breath to hitch, her toes to curls, her temperature to rise and her body to tremble. Robyn cried out in ecstasy “fuck Chris!” Her warm core rippled around me, she rolled her head back and forth. My mouth on her neck, sucking and licking.

I feel shocking, it’s not even me that got drunk like that but I feel terrible. Rubbing my face as I made my way out to Robyn, she is sat on the balcony, I am sure she is sober now. It’s afternoon here too, that is crazy. Leaning down, kissing the top of Robyn’ head “oh” she looked up, catching her smoking. She is smoking, I dislike Robyn smoking, she took those from me “you good?” placing my hand atop of her head “you good?” I asked again, she is weary “oh yeah” she is rough “you sure?” moving back and sitting on the lounger “I don’t feel good, alive though” nodding my head “you sure you good?” I asked “yeah, did we have sex?” she doesn’t even remember “yeah we did” I chuckled “you don’t remember” she shook her head as she placed the cigarette between her lips “will we did baby, talk to me” she seems very deep in thought “I don’t want to go home” she said “you don’t? Why?” I am confused “I feel we haven’t had enough fun yet; I just want to be free. Drive to Vegas, have fun” licking my top lip staring at Robyn confused “but Rylee? We need to go back for her Robyn, what’s wrong? This isn’t you” she is rough “she has the best people with her Chris, I just know our parents would have her just fine, she wouldn’t have been ill. If you want to go back then go, she has you then” clasping my hands together sitting forward “what do you want to do?” I asked, she is being off “we drive to Vegas, Rylee will be fine” I paused not knowing what to say but she wants to go “ok” I just agreed “I need to get clothes” Robyn nodded her head, she is so off.

I came back to the house; I mean we have no clothes and also I smell like sex right now “where is my daughter Chris?” I knew this was going to happen “hey guys, I just come to get some clothes” I waved laughing nervously “eh! Come here” Monica said, Robyn did say not to come but I did so here we are “Christopher, Monica wants you” I sighed out “yes?” I answered, “where is my daughter” that is a good question, the woman that doesn’t want to come home “I think..” I dragged out “she needs some time alone; I think things are getting on top of her. I don’t know honestly, I just come to get some clothes and explain, well ask if you can take care of Rylee. I don’t know, women. They switch, one minute we are having fun and the next she just doesn’t want to come back, I am sorry. I can’t say, my wife said so I obey” Noella just stared at me “I want her home Chris” I was going to speak but Noella did “auntie, let her have space. Let them have space, they need it” Noella took up for me and I appreciate it “have fun” she smiled at me, I am for one just confused right now with everything because we was having fun one minute.

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kickstart my heart - (request) - spencer reid x oc

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summary: a night out with the team reminds spencer and his wife of what life was before kids.  one babysitter later, an extra evening at the hotel and the night is finally there’s for the taking.

also yeah I love kickstart my heart by motley crue and I heard it earlier and I was like oh yes INSPIRATION

AND my first drunk karaoke song I ever sung was Don’t Go Breaking My Heart with my cousin at a small bar in Dallas and part of that experience helped me to write this lolololol if y’all ever want the video hmu LMAO

warnings: well if the request asked and the summary didn’t give it away there shall be SMUT, so much ~smut~  ; )

a/n: thank you so much for requesting this, anon!  hope you enjoy this and have kept your eye out.

The team had just wrapped up another case and it wasn’t quite dark out, yet.  Morgan smirked at each of his teammates before suggesting they check out one of the local bars down the street from the hotel and stay an extra night.  JJ groaned and leaned against the SUV, “It’s so late,”

“My internal clock is so off,” Spencer’s wife sighed.

“You parents, have some fun!” Morgan exclaimed, “The night is still young,”

Spencer laughed, “Not when you have kids,”

Prentiss whined at them as well, followed up by a teasing Rossi.  When Hotch said he would join Derek, though, the entire team couldn’t say no.  When they arrived back at the hotel they made a call to their regular babysitter and booked another night along with the team.

it took so much control not to just snuggle up under the covers and go the hell to sleep.  Which is exactly what Spencer tried to do.

“Nuh-uh, if I gotta go then you gotta go,” she reprimanded as she leaned over his limp body.

He groaned, “Go without me, I’ll come down in twenty minutes.”

“That really means ‘I’m going to sleep and never waking up,’“ she scoffed, “Come on, Spence, when was the last time we actually went out?”

“If I remember correctly it was five months and six days ago-”

“Stop stalling, get up.” she said as she shoved him playfully.  It took her about five minutes to refresh herself and he jumped at her commanding voice, “Get up!”

- - -

Many drinks later his wife was slung over his shoulder and talking wildly about their first date.  Their coworkers laughed at her many rabbit trails and funny quips, particularly towards Spencer’s awkward self.  He blushed and took small drinks of his second cocktail, the beginning tingles of tipsiness finally making themselves known.  

Rossi and Prentiss were currently up on the stage performing Don’t Go Breaking My Heart and having a wonderful, drunken time together.  By the middle of the song everyone in the small bar was singing along with them and having just as much fun as the performers.  

If only Garcia was here, then the bar would be ten times more rowdy and the drunk girl had to admit she missed her techie.

“Sing for us!”

Spencer and his wife turned to Morgan with quirked brows.  Spencer immediately rejected but his wife, on the other hand, jumped at the idea.  After much useless tugging and yanking on her husband she left him at the table and practically sprinted up to the stage.

“Oh, Jesus. . .” Spencer muttered to himself with a smile.

He hadn’t seen her this drunk since two New Year’s Eve’s ago.

The familiar guitar twang of a song very near to Spencer started up on the stereo.  A blush spread across his face as each memory involving that song ran through his head rather fast.

It was playing the first time he saw her.  The first time they kissed.  At their wedding.

With her best effort she belted the beginnings of the song, unashamedly.

Soon the rest of the team was cheering her on with grins on their faces.  The chorus unsurprisingly brought nearly the entire bar to singing with her.  With a look in her eyes that Spencer hadn’t seen in a long time she approached him with swaying hips that made him nearly drool.

With an arm around his neck and the other holding the cheap microphone she dipped dangerously low in front of him.  Morgan and Hotch roared with laughter at Reid’s wide eyes and deep red face.  JJ was nearly crying from laughter and Prentiss merely nodded in admiration towards her drunk coworker.

Rossi sipped on his rum and coke, “Young people,” he rolled his eyes with a smile.

She ran a loose hand down the front of his chest before turning back around to belt the chorus.  She had the entire team singing with her now, Morgan approached her to dance alongside her.  Spencer smiled at the sight of his two friends attempting to dance and sing like they were actually on a stage.

The intense guitar solo slowed down along with her singing.  With sultry eyes and a devilish grin, she approached her husband again.  She raised one leg over his own in the chair, leaning down painstakingly close to his lips with her own.  This, of course, was followed by many hoots and whistles from their friends.

For a minute there was no music or lyrics to be sung, only their eyes and their pounding hearts.  That sweet and genuine smile he had grown to love over the years appeared on her features and she sealed the space between them.  

Deeply she kissed him, pulling him closer by his tie.  The whistles only grew longer now and he could faintly hear Morgan cheer, “That’s my Pretty Boy!”

Spencer’s hand grabbed at her hair, pulling her closer to him in a surge of confidence and deepening the kiss.  Discreetly his tongue slid between her lips and he could have sworn he heard the faintest of moans from her.  A tingle spread through his body straight to his core, definitely not from the drinking.

She nearly missed the last few lines of the song because she couldn’t pull away from him so soon.  But when she did, the entire bar (which was about ten extra people) was in an uproar from the scene they had all witnessed.

- - -

They were the last ones to occupy the bar, talking quietly amongst themselves about the case and their everyday lives.  Their buzzes had died down after ordering a few appetizers (and many glasses of water.)  It was one of the few times the team could get together as a team and enjoy each other’s presence.

Spencer’s arm was wrapped tightly around her waist as they walked down the dimly lit hall to their hotel room.

“Think the kids are okay?” she asked quietly as they approached their door.

Spencer slid the key in, “Babysitter called me an hour ago, they’re asleep and didn’t cause her any trouble.”

She smiled, “That’s good,”

It was quiet as they undressed and got ready for bed, the dark circles underneath their eyes starting to appear.  It was well past their ‘bedtime’ of ten o’clock and both of them were ready to knock out for the night.

Spencer looked up from his book when she opened the bathroom door clad in just a towel.  Her hair was wet from her shower and he could faintly smell her soap and shampoo.  His eyes roamed over her wet body, licking his lips subconsciously.

“Cat got your tongue?” 

He glanced up to see her smirking slightly at him, pulling the towel tighter over her body in a (useless) effort to hide herself.  She winked at him and leaned down to retrieve her pajamas and toothbrush.  

Spencer’s eyes did not leave her body as she gathered her things and headed back into the bathroom.  Once the door closed he was painfully aware of the growing bulge in his boxers, now.

As quietly as he could he walked to the bathroom door and knocked on it.

“You can come in, Spence, why are you knocking?”

He opened the door slowly and leaned against the doorframe, taking in her clean state.  She glanced at him with a cocked brow, “Need something?”

“Definitely,” he responded.

She turned to him, “Excited to see me?  Or is-”

“I’m definitely excited to see you,” he responded huskily, entering the bathroom completely now.  

He shut the door behind him and smiled at her, “Tonight, when you were singing, t-that was. . .um. . .”

She blushed, “I know, I felt it too.”

“It’s been so long since we’ve had a night just to ourselves,” he sighed, relieved she was feeling the same way, “I love the kids, but I miss all the time we used to have.”

“Well we have plenty of time tonight, don’t we?” she responded.

He smiled at her and took her into his arms.  She wrapped them around his neck and stood on the tips of her toes to meet his lips halfway.  He smiled within the kiss, tasting the faint remainder of toothpaste on her tongue.  She squeaked when he wrapped his arms underneath her and hoisted her up onto his waist.  She gratefully wrapped her legs around his middle and smiled down at him.

“We’re gonna slip on the tile floor if this continues in here,” she whispered in his ear, kissing beneath his lobe.  

He nodded in agreement before releasing a sigh and carrying her out of the bathroom.  She landed against the bed with a smile and uncontrollable, small giggles.  Spencer loomed over her body with lustful eyes, drinking in the sight of his wife beneath him.  Drops of water were still scattered over her shoulders and inner thighs and her hair was pressed against the sides of her hair, still damp.

“You’re so,” he paused, “Well, I couldn’t think of a better word than hot after the performance you gave tonight.”

“Had you thinking about that the rest of the night?” she teased, pulling him down by the collar of his night shirt.

He kissed her neck slowly, “That had me thinking of many things, tonight,”

She sighed as he peppered kisses up and down her neck, suckling on her collarbone just the tiniest bit.  Hastily she pulled him away and attacked his lips in a much more needy way than she had tonight.  Their tongues swirled around each other and explored the insides of each other’s mouths and teeth clattered against each other in the intense lip-lock.  

His hands slowly pulled the towel off of her body that she had been keeping from him all night and he nearly growled at the sight of her.  He leaned down to take one of her hard nipples into his mouth, tugging and nipping at it ever so slightly.

She shivered against the contact and arched her back at the feeling of his mouth around herself.  Goosebumps spread all over her body and she wanted nothing more than to make love to him all night.

Slowly he kissed down her stomach, fingertips trailing over all the stretch marks from her pregnancies.  It made her smile to think of the family she had with Spencer, and how she would never have wanted to start one with anyone else.

His lips hovered over her dripping core, placing sweet kisses all along her inner thighs.  She giggled at the ticklish sensation and leaned back into the fluffy bedspread.  Pure bliss took over her senses as Spencer finally dipped his head between her legs.

She gasped when his lips finally met her aching center, his hot breath creating quite a contrast to her exposed self.  His tongue roamed between her folds and lapped up every drop of liquid as she squirmed beneath his strong hold on her hips.  She couldn’t contain the very loud moan of his name as his tongue dove inside her, rubbing against her insides and creating a friction she craved.

“Fuck me, please, Spencer,” she moaned out, hardly able to hold herself back anymore.

He pulled away with glossy lips and a sweet smile, “I’ve been waiting all weekend for this,” he said as he stripped himself of his shirt and boxers.  Her eyes widened at the sight and ushered him to come closer, running her hands up and down his chest with a kind of greed that made him even harder.

“Don’t keep yourself waiting, then.”

He kissed her long and hard as he lined himself up with her entrance.  Slowly he pushed himself inside of her, groaning at the warmth that surrounded his length now.  She let out a sharp gasp at the feeling of him filling her completely.  

It had been quite some time since they had been intimate.

Spencer began to pump inside and out of her slowly, “Fuck, I needed this so bad,” he groaned.

She pulled him close and kissed him, “I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you, too,” he said before beginning to pump himself once more.  

As Spencer gained speed the friction between their bodies grew stronger and hotter.  She could feel her juices leaking all over his cock, it made her feel so young again.  Sex was rare with the kids around, now, only making the spontaneous fucking even more hot.

If that was possible.

He pulled away and stood at the edge of the bed, pulling her legs close to wrap around his middle as he began to pound into her.  He couldn’t peel his eyes away from her bouncing body beneath him, her face twisted in pleasure and the sweetest moans coming from her perfect mouth.  One of his hands went to her breast, squeezing it tightly as he rammed faster into her.

“I’m gonna cum,” she moaned, “Oh shit, Spence!”

He nodded, “Do it, cum for me, love.”

Just as her orgasm hit he placed both of her hands above her head, threading his long fingers between her own.  She let out heavenly moans that made him twitch inside of her as she clenched around him, rocking her hips against his.  He watched as she rode out her high, her moans becoming quieter chants of his name.

“Cum for me, Spencer.” she whispered, pulling his head down close to her.

He buried his face into the crook of her neck, picking up his pace once more.  She wrapped her legs around his back, giving him a better angle that made both of them moan simultaneously.  The closer he got to the edge, the harder he sucked on her neck.  

His orgasm rocked his entire being as he spilled himself inside of her.  She placed a hand on his cheek and brought him in for heated kiss as he bucked his hips against hers, riding out his high.  Soon his bucks became quick and sharp twitches against her until he finally collapsed over her sweaty body.

They remained like that for a few moments, panting heavily in each other’s ears and shutting their eyes in exhaustion.  He pulled away from her neck and pushed the strands of hair away from her eyes, smiling down at her.  She gazed up at him with a smile of her own and pecked his lips, “We should have date night every week if it turns out like this,” she panted.

He laughed and kissed her forehead, “I think we could manage that,”

- - -

The team were waiting patiently in the lobby for the couple to make their first appearance of the day.  Emily had not-so-subtly hinted that they had been busy for at least part of the night before she finally fell asleep. 

Morgan’s eyes gleamed with mischief as the couple finally arrived from the elevators.  Spencer groaned at the sight of his friend giving him a thumbs up, whereas his wife was basking in the glory.

“Don’t encourage him,” Spencer grumbled.

She scoffed, “I just got laid by my incredibly attractive husband last night, there’s no way I can hide it.”

Spencer smiled at the comment and slung an arm around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “Well, when you put it that way. . .”

“Heard you two lovebirds had a ‘busy’ night?” Morgan clapped Reid on the shoulder with a grin.

“You didn’t hear them, I did!” Emily exclaimed as they gathered their luggage.

Spencer and his wife blushed to the tips of their ears but smiled at their friends nonetheless.  Hotch held the door open for his teammates with a very small smile on his face, “Last night was fun, but we need to get home and get some much-needed rest.”

Everyone nodded in agreement and followed after each other to the SUVs parked outside.  Before she slid into her seat, Spencer laid a forceful (but quiet) slap to her ass.  She turned to find him wearing a smirk that was so rare, it made the feelings from last night begin to bubble up inside of her once again.

Rossi rolled his eyes, having seen the entire exchange in the side mirror of the SUV.

“Save it for home, agent.”

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The Losers Club + Singing

Warnings: Swearing (shocker), very brief mentions of Bev’s asshole father being an asshole, light homophobia and racism

Requested: Not implicitly

Author’s Note: This got real long so I’m just going to put it under the cut (like usual) but I really enjoyed writing this! I’m working on part 4 of YWISC, I promise, but until then, take these peace offering headcanons. *shoves this post towards you and runs*

((i’m so excited for this one!!))

🎶 ben 🎶

ben only sings if he’s 100% certain he’s alone

he won’t even sing in front of his mother, that’s how embarrassed he is

one time, bev caught him singing new kids on the block and he was red for a solid 20 minutes

she subtly drops hints around the other losers for a while just to see how red ben could get

his voice is decent, but there are songs he can totally nail if he tries and it sounds amazing

when he was little he was in his church’s children’s choir

he secretly wants to be able to serenade bev like in all the musicals his aunt is so fond of

he was dared once to sing karaoke at the restaurant the losers went to

he absolutely refused to go onto the stage alone

so mike went with him and didn’t take it seriously

ben thought it was hilarious so he went along with it and just sang

when he gets his own car at the end of sophomore year, he turns up the music he listens to as loud as it can go while he sings

only if he’s alone, of course

when he’s with his friends, he lets them pick so he doesn’t have to hear the comments about his music tastes

he likes to sing in different languages because it presents a challenge and he wants to be fluent in a ton of different language

like honestly, he gets super into k-pop when it becomes popular

but his favorite languages to sing in are italian and french because they sound pretty (romance languages ya know)

when he gets into a new band, he gets into a new band and learns literally every word to every song even if it’s not his favorite

🎶 bev 🎶

bev can’t sing for shit but that doesn’t stop her

the boys: please stop, i beg of you

bev: la la la i can’t fucking hear you

however ~however~ she can rap like nobody’s business

when hamilton comes out, she knows that shit better than lin-manuel miranda himself

she can do the entirety of guns and ships in her sleep

when her and richie go smoking, they open all the doors of richie’s car and turn up their music full blast

they scream all the lyrics and dissolve into fits of giggles

bev is actually a little self-conscious about her voice

her father always made her sing with him when she was little

and he would say shit like “mmm could be better” or “wow that was awful”

it actually hurts a little when the boys make fun of her but they always reassure her they’re joking

when she goes to concerts, she all but screams the words to the songs and the people around her are doing the same thing so she feels right at home

beverly fucking marsh, ladies and gents, gets up on stage during the high school talent show with one of the choirs every single year and raps while they sing

everyone looks forward to it

freshman year, she did the rap parts of Magic

sophomore year, she did the rap parts of Stereo Hearts

junior year, she did the whole song from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air

senior year, she did the rap parts of Alexander Hamilton

when she graduates from college with her education degree, the first teaching job she gets, she helps her kids learn the material through rap

all the kids love her because she makes learning fun and easy to remember

when she and ben go to homecoming together their junior year, she sings softly under her breath to one of the slow songs

and she’s actually trying

like she practiced

and ben is beyond impressed

“wow, bev, that’s beautiful”

and she blushes but won’t say anything

at the graduation party, she and the losers have, she gets a little tipsy after the adults leave and sings the highest, loudest song she can

it sounds phenomenal

the guys are flabbergasted

richie: we should get you drunk more often, bevvie. you could win tv show contests with that voice.

bev: shut the fuck up, trashmouth.

when she has her first kid, she takes three vocal lessons so she can sing lullabies to them

because she wants them to her voice

she gets super sappy when the baby smiles after she sings

she may or may not have cried

🎶 bill  🎶

how does one describe the singing voice william “big bill” denbrough

the answer is: you can’t, you tried, you failed

when he sings, he shouts

like there is very little musicality when he tries to sing

he gives bev a run for her money when they go to concerts

he’s the type of person who, because he is a writer, writes his own songs

and they’re really good, but he can’t sing them correctly

when georgie was little, he would always want bill to sing him to sleep at night and his parents don’t get it because bill’s voice isn’t soothing or sleep-inducing in any way

at church, his parents have to quiet him down because the picky old ladies look scandalized he’s singing so loudly during mass

georgie just grabs his hand and sings loudly with him bc big brother idolization, ya know?

(he may or may not stick his tongue out at the old women when his parents aren’t looking to stick up for his brother)

he never stutters when he sings and richie thinks this helps him learn to speak without stuttering

stan starts picking up on it and will quietly sing with bill when he feels overwhelmed and can’t get his words out

bill is amazing at lip-syncing 

the losers will all be listening to music and suddenly they look at bill who’s like in the zone and mouthing every word

then a cyndi lauper song comes on and if you didn’t know any better, it would seem like her voice was coming out of his mouth

it freaks mike out

bill auditions for a musical (the first and last) in college and the people listening to him are like “why is he screaming at us?” and defer him to stage crew where he finds out he can wield a nail gun like nobody’s business

he wants to privately serenade stan on one of their dates and has richie help him prep for it

richie teaches him simple chords on his guitar and lets bill borrow it for the evening, coaching him to sing softly

bill sings “i’m yours” and stan is smiling so widely his cheeks hurt but he can’t stop

“did you like it?” bill asks when he’s done, not looking up

“like it? i love it!” stan just snuggles up next to him for the rest of their date (and bill thanks richie a million times later)

when he works out, he always listens to music and can be heard trying to sing along under his breath (and failing) by all the employees and other patrons

when he leaves whistling whatever he had just been listening to, the poor woman next to him sighs in relief

🎶 eddie 🎶

eddie’s voice is unnaturally high for a boy but he loves it anyway (think mitch from pentatonix)

he joined as many school choirs as he could during middle and high school and totally was captain of the tenor 1s in his senior year

unironically calls the other tenor 1s his children

dude has the range of a opera singer

it’s more comfortable to sing in the higher end of his range but he can do the equivalent of a singing death drop and slide all the way from a b5 to a g3

always gets the solos when competing because he has such an impressive range

starts an a cappella group his freshman year of high school and convinces stan to join (we’ll talk more about that later)

they get so good, they start to do travel competitions

it’s probably the most diverse group at derry high because literally everyone that has a good voice is welcome to audition

a kid named taylor helps eddie arrange music and choreography even though they’re in a wheelchair

sings duets with his mom in the car because it’s the only time that they seem to get along without arguing

their go-to song is “halo” by beyonce

eddie’s mom is so highkey proud of her son and his abilities that most of the time she’ll just sit back and listen while one of them is driving until eddie says “ it’s supposed to be a duet, mom”

loves to vibrato it up because he’s super dramatic when he sings literally anything

he gets teased because singing and dancing in organized choirs is “gay” according to the bowers gang

ok one time, bowers made fun of him and the rest of the tenors and eddie just straight up decked him before calmly getting on the bus to go wherever they were competing

the tenors (and the bases) were like “shit dude you okay?”

and eddie says “no one makes fun of my kids” while shaking out his hand

and the tenors kind of crowd around him for a hug because they love their mom captain

he sings the national anthem a lot at high school games but one time, he was invited to sing it at a red sox game in boston and he freaked out

richie: you’ve sung this shit like a million times. all that’s changed is the number of people listening to your beautiful voice. now go out there and make hot baseball players fall in love with you.

eddie: *blushing* shut the fuck up.

sings lullabies to literally everyone and it soothes them so much

richie is falling asleep on his lap? lullaby

stan is having an anxiety attack? lullaby

bill is freaking about his stutter? lullaby

mike is overwhelmed by the amount of work on his plate? lullaby

ben has a nightmare? lullaby

bev is crying about her father? lullaby

needless to say it works wonders

🎶 mike 🎶

has such a low voice and it drives everyone nuts

he has all the girls (and some guys- mostly richie) salivating after him when he sings once at a high school talent show 

can harmonize with anything like a song will just be on the radio and he’ll drop in a perfect lower harmony that just works

cantors at mass on sundays sometimes and usually sings with the choir

he has a real knack for the baptist religious music and his voice is just perfect for it

his college did a production of “the drowsy chaperone” (A/N: great show) and when he tried out in a spur of the moment decision, he got the part of george

he killed it

also, he learned a tap number with the actor who played robert and the losers were thoroughly impressed

ben: i didn’t know he could move like that

bev: *shouting* that’s my son!

stan: *mortified* shh!

when mike becomes the derry librarian, he starts a story time for the little kids and when there’s music in the books, he’ll sing

a little girl only comes on days when he sings and that amuses him to no end

he plays classical music through the loudspeakers when he closes up the library because it gets lonely, you know, and tries to sing all the instrumental parts with his voice

he does the best with cello parts

one time, someone came in late and he didn’t even realize it and they started to clap

he now locks the door before he starts to clean up

LOVES karaoke and always drags his friends to bars and forces them to sing with him

tries out once for a really prestigious travel choir who do lots of shows in europe because they were looking for a bass

the snooty old man in charge of auditioning says “we don’t take your kind here”

and stan is livid when mike tells him about it

stan: hypothetically, if you told me their names and i went to their houses, what would happen if i killed them?

richie: jesus, stanny, remind me not to get on your bad side.

sings with eddie at ben and bev’s wedding and makes them cry tears of joy while they’re doing their first dance

mike’s twin daughters maisie and charlotte clearly have the same vocal skills as their dad and they sing together while they get ready for school

mike’s wife, louisa, has plenty of videos on her phone of them trying to sing around their toothbrushes

🎶 richie 🎶

richie tozier, my friends, is a wonder when it comes to singing

typically, he doesn’t try too hard and goofs off with silly songs

sings shit like “never gonna give you up” and “barbie girl” unironically

stan is neverendingly exhausted by it

stan: anything but blue again, please

when he applies himself, he drives people wild with his raspy, amazing voice

and by people, i mean eddie

he taught himself to play guitar when he was 12 and then when nobody would sing with him, he did it himself

in a stroke of bad decision making on the school faculty’s part, they allowed him to be the announcer at a football game and he sings all the announcements- all of them

richie: *singing* number 27 (bill) looking feisty tonight

richie: *still singing* when will the quarterback (mike) love me?

principal: that is quite enough

richie: *singing some more* you can’t do that (whole stadium claps)

every once in a while (quite often) when richie stayed over at the denbroughs, georgie would ask him to sing with his brother so that his lullaby could be a duet

for just a year and one year only, richie is in eddie’s a cappella group

he gets lovingly kicked out because he distracts not only eddie but a lot of the others in the group because he’s a really great singer when he tries

but he helped make a killer arrangement of feel again that they still use to compete even after eddie graduates

is actually very knowledgeable about music theory because it was always part of the youtube videos he watched when he was learning guitar

richie: you know, i think this would sound better with a major third chord instead of this minor seventh

mike: what

richie: what

mike: i have no damn idea what you just said

joins a band as lead singer and guitarist when he gets to college and gets really popular locally because of his “just got out of someone else’s bed” voice

you know those songs bill writes? yeah half of them are with help from richie

they start a youtube channel anonymously and sing them as duets with richie’s soft guitar music (think jem and the holograms)

they have a really niche cult following, some of whom try to figure out who they are, but mostly just to enjoy the music

georgie claims it’s his influence from lullaby time when he was younger (and the boys humor him)

🎶 stan 🎶

woo boy, where to even begin with stan?

he never sings in public and the times that he does sing are so few and far between it’s like a cryptid sighting

bev: i once heard stan singing in the shower after we all went swimming in the quarry

the rest of the losers: bullSHIT

but ~buuuuuUUuUUUtttt~ this boy has the voice of a god and he uses it like a weapon

stan: *doesn’t want to do something*

stan: *singing* billy, you know how much i love you right?

bill: *totally taken aback* not fair

he once sang in the talent show because it was his senior year (and he lost a bet to richie)

he decided to sing a sappy love song that was popular and the whole auditorium was so stunned it took them a full thirty seconds to give him a standing ovation once he finished

this boy is the only person in the losers club who can do any p!atd song, like any of them, and do an accurate impression of brenden urie

it’s a little scary how close their voices sound

his mother teaches him the hebrew prayers they sing during shabbat and sometimes the losers will catch him singing them when he’s not paying attention

he got tipsy once while he was out with bev and eddie and sang a super raunchy song on stage during a karaoke night and totally crushed the hell out of it

nobody believes that this happened

not even stan supposedly

bev and eddie: i swear on my life

mike: over my dead body did this happen

ben: yeah no way

stan: *winks at bev and eddie*

when he and bill move in together, stan will sing to bill when he thinks bill is asleep

stan will run his fingers through bill’s hair and sing something like blackbird and bill is just... goosebumps everywhere

stan sometimes knows bill is awake by the way his breathing hitches and keeps going because bill is the only person he trusts to be totally unafraid in front of

he can hit high notes like nobody’s business but only if he’s taken a shot of hard liquor recently

at the graduation party, he and eddie got into a high-note-off

a video exists somewhere on ben’s phone of the two just going at it

richie can be heard in the background just losing his fucking mind

stan never accepts solos when he’s part of eddie’s a cappella group and nobody understand why (again voice of a god)

there was a competition when eddie was getting over laryngitis and the only person who knew his solos were (drum roll, please) stan!

needless to say, they blew the judges away and won first place

~ ~ ~

There you are! I hope you enjoyed this little treat while I work on part 4 of you were in screaming color (which I have recently edited chapter 1 of and put it on ao3 here). Got a request? Submit one here. See my masterlist here.

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#BonAnniversairePrincess Pt. 4

Insanity Rambles: I’m really sorry this is totally late. But I plan to have Chap. 5 out by mid-jan and depending on how that goes, it’s either another chapter or the epilogue! 

Shout out to whoever find my all-time favourite John Malaney reference!

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Synopsis: In which Spontaneous Adoption is a valid way to make friends, Selfies are a way of life and who knew Chat Noir made such a good Thomas O’Malley?

Chapter Four: I Wanna Scream and Shout

Marinette cocked an eyebrow curiously at the old building in front of her. Muse de Chanson Karaoke Bar was one of Paris' best kept open secrets. While the outside looked like any other typical Haussmannian building of Paris, the inside apparently boasted of a much more modernistic look and an upbeat, friendly atmosphere. People of all races, gender and style would pull together to watch each other make fools of themselves in good cheer in a variety of different languages. Locals often ducked in. Regulars were common. Tourists usually only found the place if they were lost or had been specifically directed to the place. Marinette had never been but she heard many positive things about the club. "Chat?" She turned to her companion. Chat Noir grinned at her. "I figured after having dinner at such a posh place, you seemed more the type to relax and have a bit of fun. And maybe do something a bit crazy. I can only think of a few things crazier than karaoke. And!" Chat threw a hand in a grand gesture towards the blue door that had a wonky green outline of a microphone on it. "The back entrance also leads to the Marchés de Lumière Des Ètoiles." Marinette's mouth dropped open in excitement. Marchés de Lumière Des Ètoiles, also known as the Starlight Markets, was another of Paris' open secrets. The markets were held in the open air but only from sunset until Midnight during the summer months. Again, Marinette had never managed to go but she had heard wonderful things about the stalls and arcade games they held. Marinette bounced lightly on her toes, grasped a cockily grinning Chat's arm and pulled him through the door. Inside, the long corridor was well-lit with deep red walls and soft carpet. The corridor led down a small set of stairs before opening up into a dim room with a huge stage immediately to the right. All over the room were small round tables, easily fitting four seats around them. A bar was set into the wall on the far-right side of the room with two bartenders easily mixing drinks between them. The front of the room was modestly filled with most of the occupants seeming to be a part of an Enterrement de Vie de Jeune Fille or a Hen's Night as many middle-aged women were wearing sashes and party hats. A few other tables were filled with various people, all watching as a young white woman bounced across the stage as she sung slightly off-key to A Little Party Never Killed Nobody in English. What she lacked in musical ability, she more than made up for in enthusiasm as a laughing young black woman, obviously a close friend or girlfriend, filmed her. The singer finished her song with a dramatic bow, voice cracking a little on the last note, and leapt off the stage with a laugh. She landed in front of the two. Catching sight of the duo from the corner of her eye, she turned to apologise before her jaw dropped. "Bloody... You are Chat Noir, aren't you?" The woman was not much shorter than Chat with long dark brown pulled into a ponytail and bright blue eyes that were wide with shock. She had a thick accent that Marinette couldn't place. It wasn't English though it was clearly her first language. While dressed in dark bootleg jeans and a deep blue sleeveless shirt, Marinette could help but admire her tattoo of a moon on her right bicep with a wave-like design going around the arm like a band. Chat cleared his throat slightly and held out a hand with a grin. "Hello. Yes, I'm Chat Noir and the lovely lady here is Princess." Marinette smiled and nodded. The woman blinked once then broke out into a large grin. "G'day! My name is Evie. It's a pleasure to meet you. " She shook Chat's hand then held it out to Marinette who took it. "So you are the one causing all of the fuss on Instagram. Bon Anniversaire! Are you having a good night?" Evie's French was a little stilted and unsure but she gained more surety as she finished speaking. Marinette grinned wider, "Likewise and yes, I am. Thank you." "Evie? Who are you talking to... Mon Dieu! Is that...?" The woman who had been filming Evie came around the stage and stopped dead at the sight of Marinette and Chat Noir. She was taller than Evie by a full head. She had short curly black hair pushed back by a purple bandanna and gorgeous dark brown eyes that were wide like Evie's had been while her accent was definitely local Parisian. She was wearing a tight lilac square neck shirt and dark skinny jeans. Both teens looked a little awkward at the newest addition and Chat murmured to Marinette, "I didn't take this into account when I decided on this. Sorry. " She was about to respond when Evie suddenly gave a large grin, moved behind them and placed an easy hand on each of their shoulders. "Sophia! Light of my Life! I made new friends! This is Chat and this is Princess! We have room at our table, no?" Sophia's surprise melted into bemusement at the endearment and she shook off the last of the shock as Evie finished. "Sure, we do. I'm Sophia. Enchanté de faire votre connaissance." She shook both of their hands as they relaxed under the easy countenance of both women. "And Evie?" Evie hummed in acknowledgement as they led the two back to a table close to the stage near the party of women. "Stop trying to adopt the locals."

Evie pouted dramatically as Sophia laughed and introduced the two teenagers to the curious party, shamelessly staring and eavesdropping on the newcomers. Ten minutes later, the Bride-To-Be, a plump white woman with dark blonde hair and a cheeky grin named Camille, and the Mother-Of-The-Groom, a woman in her mid-seventies with shock white hair and wicked sense of humour named Renee, got on to the stage and started singing one of Jagged Stone's latest hit singles. For such an older woman who had tried to get out of singing, claiming she had a bad back, Renee was dancing along like a professional. The rest of their party sat and laughed, nudging each other and taking photos of the duet on stage.

Nearby, Marinette giggled as she sipped her drink with her things on the table next to a large jug of water and listened to Sophia try to convince Evie she couldn't adopt the locals. Next to her, Chat Noir, who had shucked off his jacket and draped it over the back of his chair, was being completely shameless and egged Evie on.

"But, My Moon and Stars, ..."

"Don't you Game of Thrones me. No. You cannot adopt Chat Noir." Sophia raised a delicate eyebrow and stared down in amusement at Evie's cheeky grin.

"Aw. Please! I have already adopted half of the ...er... Hen's Party!"

Chat frowned in confusion at the words.

"What do you mean by that?"

Sophia turned to Chat and Marinette with a dry look.

"How long do you think we have known Camille?"

Judging from the reactions Evie had gotten from the group, Marinette would have pegged them as long-term friends. Evie had immediately kept pouting and asked for back-up from amongst the group who had only giggled at her and one of them had told Evie that pouncing on people as they entered the door and spontaneously adopting them wasn't how you made friends. So, Chat and Marinette both shrugged.

"I'm not sure. A while?" Marinette suggested.

Sophia nodded at a snickering Evie and said in a dry voice, "Go on. Tell them exactly how long we have known that lot."

Through her giggles, Evie glanced at her phone on the table and managed to speak.

"About two hours. " At the stunned look on Marinette and Chat, Evie collapsed into a fit of more giggles as Camille and Renee neared the end of their song.

Sophia gave Evie a bemused but loving look. "Only you could spend not even an hour in presence of a bunch of people and managed to make friends with all of them while tipsy."

Evie cleared up her giggles and looked at Sophia besottedly. "Oh, I do not know. I spent three hours completely no speech when I first meet you."

Sophia took Evie's hand and gave it a squeeze. "You mean speechless, Cherie? I know. It was cute."

Marinette internally sighed happily at the interaction. 'I want that. They are so sweet together!'

Evie nodded. "Yes, that word." Evie spent a few moments pronouncing speechless as Sophia corrected her. After a few gos and Evie was mostly pronouncing it right, Sophia turned back to Chat and Marinette who both had soft looks.

"So since Evie has already decided to adopt you, how about some selfies?"

Marinette and Chat nodded eagerly and the four moved themselves into a comfortable position while Camille and Renee finished the song to an applause and the next couple took their place.

Chat and Sophia took several from the baton and her phone. As they checked out the pictures, Chat piped up.

"Would either of you mind if I put this up? I want to get lots of pictures tonight and I haven't taken as many as I want too yet."

Evie grinned widely and Sophia nodded, "Sure."

A minute later, two selfies went live on The Official Chat Noir Instagram.

One had Marinette and Chat framed by Evie and Sophia. All four had wide grins. Evie and Chat had given each other 'bunny ears'. 'Finally at #MuseDeChanson and made some new friends! Meet the wonderful Evie (left) who has adopted us for the night and the incredible Sophia (right) who doesn't believe spontaneously adopting strangers is how you make friends. #lol #BonAnniversairePrincess #AdoptingStrangersAtKaraokeIsAnEvieApprovedWayToMakeFriends #NewFriends'

The second one had all four making funny faces at the camera. 'A true friend is always willing to make silly faces in selfies with you and let the whole world see them. #lol #BonAnniversairePrincess #SillyFaces #NewFriends'

Evie giggled over the first just as a hand patted Chat's shoulder.

Camille beamed at them from in front of the table. "We've all had our goes now. The rest of us were wondering if you wanted to slip in now as the next song is open?" Chat gave a sly grin and turned to Marinette. "Well, how about it Princess?"

Marinette blinked at him then the stage, suddenly nervous. She had never sung in front of strangers before. Her parent and schoolmates, yes, but never in a situation like this.

Sophia, thankfully for Marinette, picked up on her sudden nerves. "Oh no, you don't, little cat. First rule of Karaoke; Solos! Then you can duet. Come on! You got a song in mind? 'Cause Evie looks like she might break something if she doesn't say what she wants to say."

Evie did, in fact, look like she was desperate to speak, tiny noises coming from her mouth that might have sounded like laughter. She grabbed Chat and pulled him halfway to the booth before stopping and facing Chat with a wide grin. She spoke a few words to Chat who suddenly grinned as wide as she was and handed over his baton, pointing to some things on the screen. He almost bounced over to the booth while Evie set herself in front of the stage. She turned briefly to Marinette and Sophia and winked as Camille sat herself back with her group.

Thirty seconds later, Chat opened his mouth and starting singing moderately better than Evie had. However, the song in question had Chat grinning madly, Evie and the rest of room laughing, Marinette burying her smile in her hands and Sophia looking slightly murderous.

The full vocals of Tom Jones' What's New Pussycat? was belted in full force by a 17-year-old boy dressed in a tight black suit with cat attributes. Several people had their phones out and Evie was taking several photos between bouts of laughter.

Chat danced along to the beat and sang, obviously giving it his all and desperately trying not laugh like Evie was. He bounced to and fro on the stage, his tail flicking happily behind him. At one point, he overdramatically pointed to the various pieces of anatomy that the song referenced to. He danced back to the front of the stage. As the song wound down, he bowed to a clapping audience and hi-fived Evie as he leapt off the stage.

The two laughed as they made their way back to the table where Marinette had given up trying to hide her smile and was clapping while Sophia had a strangely blank look on her face.

As Chat took a seat, Sophia stared at Evie. "If the next six songs are What's New Pussycat followed by It's Not Unusual then more What's New Pussycat, you're sleeping on the couch for a week."

Evie's grin dropped and she snapped her fingers. "Bloody... Wish I'd thought of that now!"

Sophia's eyes narrowed. "Don't even think about it." She replied in English.

To prevent Evie's banishment to the couch via irate girlfriend, Marinette stood up. "Is the next set free?"

Evie nodded. "Yes."

Sophia glanced at Marinette through the corner of her eye. "Are you sure you want to sing? No one will force you."

Marinette smiled confidently. It looked like fun up there and whether he knew it or not, Chat had provoked her. She never could turn down a challenge. "I'm sure." Marinette took to the stage with Chat in front of it with baton ready. Marinette closed her eyes, took a deep breath as the humming vocals of woman began the song, opened them and began to sing.

The words to Indila's Love Story fell from Marinette's mouth and blew Chat away as well as most of the audience. She was easily one of the best in the room. Marinette didn't dance across the stage like most of the singers but she gently swayed to the beat. Her arms moved in time and added to her performance. Chat almost choked on his tongue when she gave a sly wink. When she had no vocals to sing, Marinette gave a quick twirl causing the green underskirt to flash in the low light. As she finished the song, Chat had only remembered to photograph Marinette a few times.

'This girl is going to give me a heart attack but what a way to go!'

There was a beat of silence once Marinette stopped but that was soon overwhelmed by the collective applause and whistling from the audience. Even the two bartenders had stopped mixing drinks and gave a few quick claps.

Marinette curtsied and clambered off the staged less gracefully than she would have liked but probably the best she could do in the heels she was in.

As Chat escorted Marinette back to their seat, she noticed Evie whistling and Sophia clapping wildly. She dropped into her seat and gratefully took the glass of water Sophia had poured for her from the jug.

"Wow, Princess. That was super! Your voice is lovely!" Evie gushed, obviously a little jealous but too tipsy to really mean it.

Sophia pushed a glass of water into her hands too. "Drink that before you have another. You are such a lightweight, I swear."

Evie pouted in offence. "I am not a lightweight. I am Australian!"

Marinette snickered into her drink. 'So that's what her accent is.'

Sophia pressed a kiss on Evie's nose. "You're a lightweight Australian. Now drink." She watched as Evie grumbled but did as told and turned to the birthday girl. "She is right. You were wonderful up there.”

Marinette flushed.

The next hour seemed to fly by after that. More people went up on to the stage to sing. Some had lovely voices and lifted the whole room. Others were less musically gifted but had no less qualms about dancing all over the stage. One memorable person had their voice break in the middle of a high note and couldn't finish their song because they started laughing too hard. Between songs, more groups of people came up and asked for selfies with Chat and Marinette.

Before it was even half-past ten, many more pictures had gone up on Chat's Instagram.

The first couple were of Chat in various poses that Evie had taken during his song. Marinette's favourite was of Chat; arms thrown open and head tilted back with a barely restrained smile on his face. 'Chat Noir takes to the stage! Does this Cat know what's new though? #BonAnniversairePrincess #karaoke #SophSaidI'mNotAllowedToSingItAgain #What'sNewPussycat?'

A particularly striking one of Marinette gained hundreds of likes almost immediately. She stared straight the camera with a shy smile as she sang, one hand on the microphone and the dim light behind her added to the ethereal allure. 'Princess dominates the stage and stuns us all! Look out Jagged Stone! You may have competition! #BonAnniversairePrincess #Karaoke #LikeWow #Seriously #Wow #LoveStory'

A young French couple on a date named James and Clara also came for pictures with Marinette and Chat. James, who had soft brown eyes and dark hair with broad shoulders, wrapped his arm around Clara, who had a fiery red pixie cut and looked like she could bench press her taller boyfriend, while Marinette tucked herself next to Chat as Sophia photographed them. 'Wishing a very happy birthday to Princess from James and Clara who just sang a lovely song! #BonAnniversairePrincess #karaoke #NewFriends'

There also a second picture of Clara with Evie on her back and Marinette in a princess carry, all three of them laughing happily. ‘Evie asked how much Clara could easily carry. The answer: One Princess and One Evie. #BonAnniversairePrincess #DoYouEvenLiftBro? #ApparentlySheCanBenchpressJames #NewFriends #IWishIWasThisCool #SoDoYou'

Three women who were having post-work T.G.I.F. drinks also came for a selfie with Marinette and Chat. Angeline, a white woman with sun-bleached blonde hair, bright hazel eyes, and a bright smile, crouched next to Marinette who sat in the middle of the trio. Her Hispanic friend, Sarah who had a sly grin on her tanned face as her dark eyes crinkled in the corners, stood behind the birthday girl. The final woman, an Asian woman with black hair and almost black eyes that sparkled named Minami, smiled just as brightly from the other side of Marinette. Chat was in the corner, standing a bit away to get them all in. 'T.G.I.F Karaoke and Celebrations with Princess, Angeline (right), Sarah (middle) and Minami (left)! #BonAnniversairePrincess #NewFriends #TGIF #Karoke #WhoKnewYouCouldMeetSuchLovelyPeopleAtKaraoke?'

There were also a few candid shots that Marinette had taken after swiping Chat's baton for ten minutes. Two, in particular, gained so many hits that one became a meme while the other became the profile picture for many Chat Noir fans.

The first was of Chat Noir, Hero of Paris, Wielder of Bad Luck, Holder of The Black Cat Miraculous, pouting. His bottom lip was stuck out comically and his arms were crossed dramatically. His eyes were bright and widened playfully at the amused Sophia who was just out of the frame. 'Oh, Chat. Pouting like that won't make her change her mind about Sailor Moon. #PrincessInControl #BonAnniversairePrincess #PoutyCat #Karaoke #WhoKnewChatNoirWasAnAnimeFan? #SailorMoonFan #ThePoutyChatFace'

The other picture had Chat leaning back on two legs in his seat with an eyebrow raised straight at the camera. He had finally noticed Marinette with his baton and had given her an amused smirk. His arms were casually over his green shirt and his legs were kicked up onto the chair in front of his. 'Finally realised I have his Baton and just had to pose for the camera. #PrincessInControl #YouAreNotAsCoolAsYouThinkYouAre! #BonAnniversairePrincess #ModelWorthy #Karaoke'

At some point, Evie had spotted Marinette with the baton and had propped her chin on Marinette's shoulder. Both of them smiled brightly at the camera, cheek to cheek. 'Another selfie with Evie! #PrincessInControl #BonAnniversairePrincess #Selfie #karaoke #NewFriends'

Marinette also got one with Sophia who sat behind Marinette and raised her glass to the camera. 'A drink in honour of the Princess! - Sophia #PrincessInControl #BonAnniversairePrincess #Karaoke #Selfie #NewFriends'

The final selfie Marinette got was with Camille, Renee and a woman who look like a younger version of Renee only with dusty brown hair named Annette that worked as a textile technician for Gabriel. Annette was happy to talk about textiles and how to use them in different ways and gave Marinette some wonderful new ideas for her to try at a later date. The four women crowded around the camera and smiled. 'Best wishes to Camille (middle left) who is getting married next week! I hope you have a wonderful day! Thank you to Annette (right) for the advice! And nobody can dance like Renee (far left) can! #PrincessInControl #BonAnniversairePrincess #Karaoke #selfie #HopeItAllGoesWell #SmallWorld '

"Having fun, Princess?" A cheeky voice purred into her ear.

Marinette startled and turned her blushing face towards Chat. She handed the baton back to the grinning superhero. "Yes, I'm really enjoying myself."

Chat gave Marinette a soft look. "Good."

The moment was interrupted by Evie who once again looked as if Christmas had come early.

"I checked with the guys behind the booth and you will never guess which song I found that you absolutely have to sing Chat Noir." The young woman was practically vibrating with glee.

Chat grinned. "What?"

"Thomas O'Malley from The Artistocats. They have all the songs from the film."

Chat's own face nearly split in two with the wide grin which swiftly turned mischievous. "Sure, but I want Everybody wants to be a Cat afterwards."

Sophia looked slightly alarmed at the loud cackle Evie let out.

Ten minutes later, Chat was once again on the stage, this time with an amused Marinette up next to him. There had been a slight debate whether or not the English or the French version should be sung but the French version won out as Chat claimed it was more authentic.

Evie was below them, recording the whole song as Chat serenaded Marinette causing her to giggle uncontrollably especially when Chat somehow produced a flower and presented it to her. She played along during the song when the Duchess spoke.

"Why, monsieur, your name seems to cover all of Europe!"

Chat had beamed widely.

"Well of course. I'm the only cat of my kind."

Once the song was over, Chat had taken the baton back and posted it quickly.

'The one and Only Chat Noir sings the song that every tomcat must know! #BonAnniversairePrincess #ThomasO'Malley #IHaveAlwaysWantedToSingThis #PrincessMadeAGoodDuchess #Karaoke #Video'

Once they were done and the next song was set up, Evie almost vaulted onto the stage and started gesturing to Sophia to come up too. While the bemused woman shook her head in denial, Evie looked as if she might drag her poor girlfriend onto the stage with them.

Eventually, Sophia was filming, Chat sang Thomas O'Malley, Evie sang Scat Cat's part and Marinette was once again Duchess. They had gotten Camille back onto the stage to sing Marie's parts instead.

Evie and Chat bounced around the stage, absolutely loving every second and deciding to forego any attempt at staying in key, replacing it with sheer enthusiasm. Both attempted to re-enact the dance performed in the movie but they both failed miserably thanks to how hard they were both giggling between breaths. Marinette and Camille nearly missed their own cues as they were laughing too hard.

As the song wound up to the final bars, the whole room was singing along to the lyrics. Even the two bar attendees got into it.

By the time the song finished, more than a few people were dancing around and Sophia had nearly dropped the baton several times from her own laughter.

The four singers took a sweeping bow to the pleasure of the room who burst into applause.

Sophia barely had enough time to pass the baton back to Chat before Evie collapsed into her arms. Patting her head lightly, she murmured into the exhausted woman's hair. "I think it is time to go home, love."

"No," Evie whined into her chest, but Sophia led all of the singers back to their table.

"Yes. It's nearly quarter to eleven and we have a long day tomorrow. We were only supposed to here until 10." Sophia grabbed a glass of water and passed it to her pouting girlfriend.

Evie poked her tongue out at her but sipped on the water. "I suppose you are right."

Chat picked his jacket up. "We should be heading out too if we want to spend a decent amount of time at the markets."

Sophia glanced at Chat Noir and Marinette who were gathering their things. "Marchés de Lumière Des Ètoiles? Good choice. If you head out the back then swing right, I know some of the better markets will still have some good wears still available. I hope you have a good time." She said with a bright smile.

There was a slight flurry of movement as three final things were posted to the account.

The first was the song, captioned: 'Only the best way to end a good karaoke session. Thanks to Camille for being our Marie and to Sophia for filming. #BonAnniversairePrincess #EverybodyWantsToBeACat #Karaoke #YouWishYouLookedThisGood #NailedIt'

The second was Chat and Marinette standing on the stage, back to the audience and smiling into the camera with most of the audience crowding into the background. 'Thanks for the Pawsome Time guys! Big Thanks to #MuseDeChanson for the brilliant service and the fabulous entertainment! #BonAnniversairePrincess #Karaoke #ShouldTotallyComeBackSomeTime'

The final pic was Evie, Sophia, Marinette and Chat Noir standing at the back entrance, lit by fairy lights around them. 'It was absolutely Miraculous to meet Sophia and Evie who provided us with such entertainment tonight. We will miss you! #BonAnniversairePrincess #Remember #AdoptingStrangersAtKaraokeIsAnEvieApprovedWayToMakeFriends #NewFriends #OntoTheNextAdventure!'

With a few final goodbyes and hugs, Chat and Marinette stepped out into the cool night air and turned right.

Lights scattered all around, most of them fairy lights, over the simple tent market stalls. The crowd was thick enough to have a flow but sparse enough that people could move freely. It was beautiful in its simplicity. The atmosphere lent an almost magical air to the whole dead-end street.

"It's amazing." Whispered Marinette, her jaw dropping and her eyes trying to take in about a dozen things at once.

Chat beamed at her. "Then, let's go."

Sorry if any of the formatting if off.  I’m feeling a bit off for the tic but I hope you all enjoyed it!

#Miraculous Ladybug #BonAnniversairePrincess #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Chat Noir #marichat #sorry this chapter is late #I like Evie and Sophia tho #May use them again

[thesirenserenity]

Miraculous Medley Chapter Seven: Closer

Marinette, a Vocal Performance and Composition Music Major at a local community college, is secretly Ladybug, the lead singer and songwriter for Paris’ most famous band, The AKs. Adrien, a Cello Performance Major at the most elite Music Conservatory, joins them under the guise of Chat Noir to play Bass. Adrien grew up believing that music was all about following exactly what the composer wanted, but Marinette teaches him that there is so much that can be communicated through music - everyone has someting to say through this universal language. Marinette is closed off to the world after being burned from a recent breakup, and Adrien helps her break down the walls she built up arround her. Based off of gittana’s Musicans AU

Rating: T - swearing and some adult content

Also on: AO3 | Fanfiction

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

Sorry for the delay guys! I’ve had severe writer’s (and life) block for the past couple months.. I think I’m pulling out now (: I’m always looking for more friends/mutuals, so come chat with me! 

We ain’t ever getting older

We aint ever getting older

Adrien sighed and leaned his head against the girls’ kitchen counter, his cheek pressing against the cold tile. His eyes followed Marinette’s pacing through a small patch of the tile floor. Her hands were waving frantically in the air as she talked to Alya, who was leaning against the counter with a smug look on her face.

He stretched his arms out across the counter in a lazy stretch, blinking slowly at the abrasive kitchen light. He was slightly tipsy, enjoying the low buzz of the alcohol in his system and the sleepiness it brought.

They all still had their face paint on, Adrien noticed. Marinette’s was running down her face more than usual, courtesy of the heat of the dance floor at the club. He was sure that his matched, as they had danced for a while longer after discovering Alya’s ‘accidental’ publicity stunt. A couple drinks and dances later, they had made their way back to the girls’ house to scatter to respective homes. Adrien hadn’t gotten that far, following the raging Marinette, who had been dragging a smirking Alya, to the kitchen and planting on a stool at the island. Nino had wisely scattered, disappearing into the house.

Adrien had seen some of the comments on the multiple social media sites. Declarations of how adorable they were together, comments on their natural chemistry, and wistful hopes of them singing together littered the #ladynoir tag. He didn’t see the problem, feeling slightly smug that everyone could see how amazing his lady was and believed that he stood a chance with her; they were rather adorable together. Just by closing his eyes, he could feel her back in his arms on the dance floor, her lithe body swaying against his.

“… you see the problem here, right Adrien?” Marinette’s voice woke him out of his daydreaming stupor. Or was it a nightdreaming stupor? He wasn’t sure, nor did he care.

He lazily lifted his head off the counter. “What problem?” he asked.

Marinette huffed, much to Alya’s amusement. “Everyone is clamoring for us to sing together and they ship us!”

“So give them what they want; it could be fun to sing together,” Adrien murmured as he snuggled back down into his folded arm.

He could see Marinette throwing her arms in the air in frustration, “I don’t have any duets written!”

Adrien sighed, realizing that Marinette had worked herself into her frantic, worried mess. He shook off the dregs of his cat-nap and sat up, ready to reassure his partner and friend.

“Marinette, stop pacing and come sit next to me for a second.”

He watched as she took a deep breath, calming herself, and then came around the island to plop into the seat next to him with a little huff.

Scooping up her hands in his, he turned to face her and met her gaze with his own. “Everyone loves you, no matter what you do. You have an amazing fan base that will stick with you. But, their suggestion could turn out to be something wonderful! It’s a chance to write a whole new type of music. I’m not a trained singer like you, but no one’s complained about my singing yet, and I’m sure that under your guide we could be wonderful. I’ll follow your lead, no matter what.” He could see the frantic anxiety draining out of her eyes as she began to relax.

“What if you guys did a cover? Just a special thing to give the fans what they want?” Alya suggested. “That way, you don’t have to try writing duets yet and can experiment in the style. Though, I don’t think it would be much different than what you normally write, you dork. You’re freaking out over nothing, as per usual.” Alya rolled her eyes affectionately.

Adrien watched the tension melt from Marinette’s body as she began to process Alya’s idea. Her nose scrunched up like when she processed lyrics, her finger coming to tap against the bridge of her nose.

Her eyes lit up and a small smirk quirked up the right side of her mouth. “You know, Alya, I think you are onto something.”

Alya rolled her eyes, “Aren’t I always, girl?’

“Of course,” Marinette huffed. “All hail queen Alya and her brilliant ideas, like posting the video that started this whole mess.”

“Hey, you guys were freaking adorable and the whole world needed to see it,” Alya waved her phone. “Besides, you like to be challenged and stretched. So you’re welcome.”

Adrien’s head had fallen back onto his arms on the table, a sleepy smile stretching across his face.

Marinette’s hand fell on top of his hair, burrowing its way through the locks and scratching his head. His back arched in satisfaction and he moved his head closer to her hand.

Her giggle rang through his ears. “I guess we better get to covering a duet then, kitty. You willing to help me?”

He blinked up at her sleepily, “’course, M’ lady.”

Adrien woke up burrowed in his bed, the comforter wrapped up to his chin. He nuzzled back down into the fluffy pillow and smiled, the thought of Marinette in his arms dancing through his head. She was such an amazing friend and a talented musician. Even though she was trained in vocal music, and him in orchestral music, her knowledge was immense and he always learned with her. They had spent over an hour pouring over popular duets, before he had called Natalie to send him a ride.

They had selected a couple options, but none of them sat right with either of them. Marinette was adamant about not picking a lovey-dovey song and sticking to something more neutral, saying that she didn’t want to feed the fans more.

Adrien unplugged his phone and pulled it into the cocoon of covers, setting it against the pillow in front of his face. Scrolling through youtube, he found himself searching the band that sang one of the songs they danced to the previous night.

Just something I can turn to, somebody I can kiss

I want something just like this

He smiled to himself, remember how she felt in his arms. How she seemed to know exactly what step he would take and what to do to compliment it. How her voice intermingled with his, their noses touching. He would give anything to sing with her again, and thanks to the fans, they were now looking for a duet to cover.

Adrien flipped through the American group’s youtube channel, playing a few of their songs. They seemed to be a pop take on EDM music, and had two main members who wrote and performed the songs.

He noticed that one had a girl’s name featured in the title. Clicking on it, the music filled the room.

Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you

I drink too much and that's an issue but I'm okay

Hey, you tell your friends it was nice to meet them

But I hope I never see them again

It was catchy, the beat making him want to snap and clap along. Juleka would have a blast making a cover to this. Or maybe they could do a body drumming thing?

The girl’s voice came in a little while into the song.

You look as good as the day I met you

I forget just why I left you, I was insane

Stay and play that Blink-182 song

That we beat to death in Tuscon, okay

Adrien smiled at the catchy chorus, and how their two voices intermingled. It was not too ‘lovey-dovey,’ as Marinette would say, but it still had a lot implied. It could be a really cool cover, without stretching their capabilities. Plus, this was the same group that sung the song that had started this whole shenanigan.

Adrien copied the link and sent it to Marinette.

To Marinette: “Good Morning Bug-a-boo! Check out this song, it’s the same band as the song we got famous with. Could be a good enough excuse for all the lovey-dovey lyrics ;)”

He continued to scroll through their music, listening to the next song on the list. They had a very similar style to something the AK’s would produce.

His phone binged over the music.

From Marinette: “WOW, this might just be perfect, kitty. I like it a lot. I’m surprised I haven’t heard this song before? WHERE HAS IT BEEN ALL MY LIFE. Working on a cover now.”

He smiled at her enthusiasm, wishing he could have watched her reaction as she listened to the song for the first time.

Another text came in right away.

From Marinette: “What are you doing today? You should come over cause I need my partner in crime to do this.”

Adrien’s face lit up as he read the text. He quickly checked his schedule and replied.

To Marinette: “I’m free! I’ll be over as soon as I can get my ass out of bed.”

He added a cute cat emoji and sent it, stretching his arms out of his comforter cocoon. Untangling his legs from the bed, he rolled onto the floor and huffed. Peeling himself from the floor, he made his way to the bathroom for a shower and much needed teeth brushing.

His phone binged at him.

From Marinette: “Can’t wait to see you!”

Adrien grinned, letting the words of the song wash over him.

We ain't ever getting older

No we ain't ever getting older

#muse's musings #Miraculous medley #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #ladynoir #adrienette

[sprinkleofhappinessuniverse]

Luck Is On Your Side - Bucky x Reader

Summary: You are used to dealing with unfortunate situations in your life however after a night of drunken karaoke and cheesy love declarations, luck may be on your side after all. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Cheese, Fluff without Plot (sorta), drunken singing, secondhand embarrassment and swearing. 

A/N: I wanted to write something cheesy and fluffy to help me with my exsistential crisis and my brain whipped up this drabble. Shoutout to @poe-also-bucky for helping me choose between songs 😄 Omgggg this Drabble is probably awful but I haven't written in while and I needed to write somethinggggg - I'm sorry guys! 

Luck wasn't your best friend; embarrassment was. Throughout your life you had found yourself in various scenarios that you were pretty sure deemed you as the most awkward person alive.

Whether it was forgetting your lines onstage (you were pretty sure your fourth grade teacher hadn't forgiven you for drawing a complete blank during your school's version of a Christmas carol), tripping over and banging your knee - which had left a furious bruise - in your job interview (you didn't get the job) or having the entire contents of your bag spilled as you ran for the bus.

You're most notable moment in which embarrassment and awkwardness prevailed over luck was when you met Bucky.

You Make My Dreams Come True by Hall and Oates (you had a very eclectic music taste, which Included a lot of cheesy 80s pop songs) was playing through your headphones as you made your way out of a coffee shop. You were actually  having a good day.

You woke up in a pleasant mood, your coffee tasted pretty great and your music was only lifting your spirits. But then, fate intervened.

You were very much in your euphoric state which meant you didn't see the attractive, beefy stranger walking in front of you.

The two of you collided into one another, with you spilling the contents of your coffee down the both of you. You had never felt more embarrassed and apologetic and were sure you'd pass out from the humiliation. Fate wasn't all that mean however, because you collided into a literal angel. Bucky was understanding and very forgiving.

“Hall and Oates, huh?” He chuckled, when he saw the album picture on your phone. After sorting yourselves out he walked with you and the two of you made small talk.

“Bet you never expected to have your morning ruined by a clumsy girl with crappy music taste.” You replied. From there on the two of you became fast friends.

Bucky Barnes was literally your other half. The two of you worked extremely well together.  You could tell when he was having a bad day, just From his body movements alone and was always there to make him feel better. You helped each other with insomniac nights and when you would talk yourself into an awkward situation, he was there to talk you out of it.

Yep he was your best friend and the guy that you may be, sorta, kinda, okay very in love with - but you don't talk about that.

Well at least you didn't until the two of you almost kissed during one of your movie marathons however your body chose that time to conveniently erupt in a series of coughs. After that the two of you awkwardly returned to the movie you were watching and haven't spoken about it since.

It had now been two weeks since the incident. You were in a bar with the gang and also slightly drunk. Your tipsy self had you treating the patrons to a pitchy rendition of TLC’s No Scrubs. Well, the group of young women having a bachelorette party seemed to enjoy your singing, If their enthusiastic squealing and dancing was anything to go by.

“So what did you guys think?” You said as you sat down in your seat. Natasha snorted as she took a sip of her drink.

“Don't quit your day job,” Clint chuckled. You frowned before looking at Steve and Bucky who looked very uncertain.

“Well…” Steve began before casting a glance towards Sam and adding quickly, “it was pretty good!”

You noticed Sam gesturing towards the two men and realised he was telling them to be nice. You elbowed his side.

“Hey! I never said you were bad!” Sam replied defensively.

“But you thought it! I was terrible weren't I?” You groaned before burying your head in your arms on the table. “Ugh, I've made a complete ass of myself. Once again I manage to embarrass myself.”

“If it makes you feel any better, those ladies loved you.” Clint said, pointing with his glass, to the bachelorette troupe who were now singing and dancing along to a Guy karaoke-ing Take On Me. It didn't make you feel any better.

“Don't worry doll, it's my turn next.” Bucky said, patting your shoulder. You looked up at his, raising an eyebrow. Bucky would barely sing with you when you two were alone let alone in a room full of people.

“You signed up for Karaoke?” You asked. Your voice hinting at disbelief.

“This probably isn't the best idea I've had but trust me.” He said, winking, then turning his focus back to the guy singing. You stared at him and could tell from the quirk of his lip that he was up to something. Steve and Sam kept glancing at him with small smiles and you definitely knew something was up. You wasn't sure whether to be worried or not.

Eventually the guy onstage singing finished up and the bartender - who was hosting the karaoke night - took the mic from him before looking down at the sign up sheet.

“Thank you for that...interesting cover. I can tell you lovely ladies were enjoying it!,” he said pointing to the bachelorette party, who responded in drunken cheers. Next up we have another eighties pop song, sung by a Mr Bucky Barnes. You guys sure love you cheesy pop songs.”

Bucky winked at you once more before walking up to the stage.

“Bucky’s gonna sing?” Natasha asked with the same disbelief you felt. You shrugged as you watched him take the mic and whisper something the bartender who nodded to him smiling. Bucky also gained the attention of the girls in the bachelorette party, some of them nudging each other and practically drooling over him.

“Okay, so first of all, I'm dedicating this song to one of the best friends I have. This is the song that was paying on your phone when we first met, thank god for coffee.” He winked and you couldn't help smile when you realised he was dedicating it to you. But why the sudden gesture? “It may be one of the cheesiest songs written but the lyrics do sorta ring true. This one's for you Y/N.” he pointed at you which gained you a couple of “awwws”.

The opening riffs of You Make My Dreams Come True by Hall and Oates began to play. You grinned but you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks as you remembered the day the two of you met.

“What I want, you've got And it might be hard to handle But like the flame that burns the candle The candle feeds the flame,” he began singing. A few of people in the crowd began singing along. He wasn't the greatest singer but as he sang he didn't break eye contact with you.

Eventually finished the song and earned a large amount of cheers, which you suspected was due to the fact that his song choice was a dedication. You got ready for him to bound over to your table however you was surprised to find him still standing in the stage. You quirked an eyebrow at him, he merely grinned at you.

“So like I said, I dedicate that song to my best friend. Y/N, we've known each other for a few years now, though it feels decades and I can say, you are my better half. There are some days, where I'm not quite sure what I'd do without you. I have something to ask you, something big but I need you to come up here.” Bucky said. You caught both Sam and Steve looking at you with a knowing smirk, contrasting with Clint and Natasha’s perplexed looks. You stood up and made your way to the stage, feeling all eyes on you. Bucky held out his hand which you accepted, carefully walking up the steps.

‘What's going on?’ You mouthed.

“Y/N, you're probably one the greatest friends I've had, besides Sam and Steve of course,” Sam let out a little ‘woop’ “but I think I'm ready to be more than friends,” you heard small gasps from various people in the bar. You stared at Bucky unsure on what to say. The two of you locked eyes and you were reminded of all the great times you had. You were reminded of how much you did love him.

“Y/N, I'd love to be your boyfriend, if you'd let me.?” He said, smiling. Now you could feel your heart beat rapidly. You couldn't believe this was happening. It was all you wanted. However, you were unable to speech staring at Bucky with your mouth agape. Bucky’s smile wavered and he brought the mic back to his mouth as if to speak but it was enough to break you out of your trance. You nodded.

“Bucky Barnes, you adorable dumbass, I would love for you to be my boyfriend. After all, eighties pop music is the way to my heart,” you chuckled. Bucky let out a small laugh before stepping closer toward you.

“Kiss, kiss, kiss!” The bachelorette party began chanting, which eventually spread across the bar.

“How about it?” You said. Bucky grinned before closing the gap with a soft kiss on your lips.

The kiss wasn't perfect - you were standing onstage in a bar full of a large crowd, after all. But the kiss was wonderful and most of all it felt right, it felt like Home.

Permanent Taglist: @poe-also-bucky @lilasiannerd @thegenderqueerbatman

#Bucky x reader #bucky fluff #bucky barnes #bucky Barnes x reader #reader insert #fluffy Drabble #marvel #mcu #fluff #fluffy fanfic

[isisisak]

Under the cut there is FINALLY the answer to that promt-ask about Isak and Mikael meeting for the first time (if some of the stuff that went down back at bakka was indeed romantic) .. enjoy! 

Sooo I have been vomiting my thoughts about this in my chat with my bestie Max ( @noorasevas​ ) and we came up with the following backstory to the whole Mikael deal (bc I am atm not sure that what went down really was romantic but I change my mind about this with every convincing theory I read so … yay me for being constant in my opinion):

Even was best friends with Yousef and Mikael in Bakka. He was together with Sonja but they weren’t doing so great. Even figured out that he is bi bc he started to form a crush on one of his best friends, Mikael. Bc he and Mikael grew up together and have always shared everything with one another Even some day tells him (maybe a bit of liquid courage is involved, maybe not).

Mikael, who does not intent to be mean or hurt Even nevertheless rejects him quite harshly. Bc he was just young, overwhelmed and well, basically just skdjskdjskdsdj went down in his head. After this Even gets in a very bad spiral of self doubt and self loathing which also is one reason he turns back to Sonja.

(Somewhere down the line, while Even was in the middle of an episode, he told her what happened. Which is also why Sonja knows about Even being bisexual and why she doesn’t seem so surprised when she learns about Isak).

When things calmed down, Even doesn’t want the confrontation anymore and everything feels awkward and he’s hurting.

So, he tries his best to avoid Mikael. Not liking the way this lifelong friendship ended, Mikael tried to apologised both in person and via texts.

But Even (which we know isn’t the “let’s confront this head on” kind of person but rather goes over the situation over and over in his head until he is convinced that he does those people a favor with staying away.

(This was also why he was so patient and understanding with Isak, bc he took a long while to stop with the self loathing and start to accept himself, bc his parents and Sonja were supportive but the initial reaction to the first person he told was so ugly – even if not intentionally so)  

[And also: most people show Isak going full on confrontational or protective/jealous and even if he (IN MY OPINION) would also feel that in a way, he would mostly not act on those. Bc he is a very in-his-head person.]

Ok the setting is that mysterious karaoke bar. *crowd goes uuuuuuh*

The light is red hued and the music is loud, so whoever sings isn’t heard that clearly. Thank god for that, because right now Magnus is smashing (read: slashing) one very cheesy song for Vilde, who stands in the front row, telling everyone who tries to shuffles past her

“That’s my boyfriend!”

The tables are positioned along the wall, with little benches on one side and on the other side there are chairs facing the inner part of the bar so people can turn around and look at whoever is murdering the next song.

Isak is sitting on one of those benches, head resting against the wall behind him (he may or may not be a bit tipsy right now) and his side is pressed against Even. Even who is in a deep discussion on song lyrics with Jonas and Mahdi right now, making Isak roll his already closed eyes.

He hasn’t really slept that great the past couple of nights. This whole deal with that chemistry test, plus some stuff with his father and then on top of it all the #HvemErMikael mess has been a lot. He really should talk to Even about it, but Even had blocked his attempts so far and Isak had filed every bit of information he got along the way neatly in a drawer in his head.

What he knew so far:

- Mikael had been Even’s best friend

- There also was another best friend

- There has been a falling out between all three of them which meant:

- there was no contact / but Even sometimes receives messages where his face falls and Isak often can’t bring himself to ask about them

- There were some feelings involved but he wasn’t quite sure who had them for whom and what happened

- Even assured him he never had anything with Mikael (and yet there was a pause before he said that or a look for a split second)

Isak trusts Even and believes him, but he’s also convinced that he doesn’t have very important parts of the story.

His thoughts are interrupted by Jonas who loudly says, “Alright! So, proof it then! You two go and then me and Isak will do that one,” pointing at some song on the list they can choose from. Isak’s eyes snap open.

Ok, so he might have told the other boys that he was the master of Karaoke. And he and Jonas might have been trash talking to the other boys about how good they’d do. Well…shit. This seems to be somehow connected to that, doesn’t it?

Before he can protest about anything that just happened, Even gives him a cheek kiss.

“I’ll dedicate this one to you, baby” he says with soft voice and his eyes crinkling up. He was close before and now he is just deliciously closer.

Isak just melts a bit at the proximity and moves his head from side to side to initiate some nose nuzzling. Even kisses him, on his mouth this time and sneaks an arm around Isak’s middle.

“Halla, Baby. Did you zone out there for a while?” Even asks, speaking so low that it is only for his ears.

Their faces are still close, close, close. Foreheads touching. Isak frowns, looking down his nose at Even, almost going crossed eyed from him being so near.

“Nei?” he huffs indignantly. “Of course not?” which only makes Even chuckle and peck him again. Once, twice, three times.

Hands in Even’s hair he’s pulling him closer because….. well because, and continues to deepen the kiss. How there are still a ton of butterflies in his stomach after it’s been almost half a year, he sure doesn’t know. Why even call it butterflies? It would be way more accurate to call it a fist, that clenches his inner organs and- When Even touches his tongue with his, he stops to think about that. He stops to think, period.

One hand still on Isak’s hip Even puts the other hand on Isak’s jaw, long fingers reaching into his hair that curls at the back of his neck. Following his bottom lip with his thumb and flicking their noses when Isak tilts his head all the way to the side.

“Woah there! Let Tongak rest for tonight, man. We need to go! Our song is next!” Comes Mahdi’s impatient voice and he seems shakes Even’s shoulder mildly, judging from the way their kiss was broken. Isak glares at him over Even’s shoulder, who just pecks him one last time and then moves to go with Mahdi.

“Wait! What song is it?”

But they are already on their way. Isak turns to Jonas who tips on the card and Isak scans the name.

“Hva faen?! Vilde gets that cheesy love song and all I get is Love the way you lie from Rihanna and freaking Eminem?”

Isak scrunches his face up in disbelieve and throws both hands up, looking at his grinning best friend.

“It was the only one where one part was rap and one part was sung.” Jonas shrugs “And to be fair, your boy’s default setting is cheese so this is a nice change.”

Which earned him another eyeroll when the song starts and he concentrates on those two ridiculous boys trying to rap/sing and making a dramatic show of two lovers on stage.

The song ends (way too soon, seeing his boyfriend on stage, even in that awful way, was something) and Even and Mahdi go off stage and signal that they’ll make a bar run. Good. He feels The Sober™ coming.

Talking about staying drunk, a slightly tumbling Eva is walking in their direction, waving enthusiastically when she sees Isak and Jonas. She has Vilde, Magnus and three other guys in tow.

Isak isn’t paying much attention to the other guys at first, until, when all sat down, he looks up at the one sitting right in front of him and fy faen.

His whole mind goes blank. The voices of the others get muffled while he can’t stop staring at  the boy in front of him. Mikael. His mind begins to work again, or at least isn’t completely blank anymore, but just a repetition of Mikael, Mikael, Mikael.

Vilde’s high voice points at all of the new boys, listing their Names. “Those are, Elias, Adam and Mikael. Elias is Sana’s brother!” she says excitedly. Isak finally manages to tear his eyes away from Mikael and flicks them to the others.

None of the others show any signs of distress - and why would they? But how is it possible the rug has not been pulled out under the others too, while Isak is basically free falling here?

He isn’t really following the conversation, until Magnus’ suddenly lets out a high pitched “What?? You guys went to Bakka and are 97?? So sick! My best friend went there!! Do you guys know Even?” The expression on the face of Sana’s brother reminds Isak of movies where the frame freezes, the record scratches and a voice over going “you probably wonder how I found myself in this situation”.

Before he has time to read Mikael’s face a drunk Eva exclaims “Oh! Fy faen! Shit, I totally forgot about that!! That’s so true! Do you??”

This was directed at the guys with a wild gesture, spilling some of her drink over their shoes. Seemingly thankful for the distraction, Elias and the boy who’s name Isak has already forgotten busy themselves with that, while Vilde joins in and says, “Oh, I never even thought of that! You must know Even, then! This” pointing at him. Oh, no, nei, Vilde, nei! “is Even’s boyfriend!”

The one without the name is the first to move after that. He nods awkwardly in Isak’s direction, whose insides have gone cold. Isak manages to make a gesture which could be interpreted as a nod (if one was kind) and after that his eyes move to Mikael.

The other boy had obviously been staring at him, because he now  looks at the table with a  guilty look. Mikael looks like a trapped animal and Isak knows the feeling.

Isak feels a sudden wave of sympathy for Mikael. Sympathy isn’t the only feeling that is swirling around in Isak’s stomach, though. He feels doubt, the ever present doubt of am I good enough? He has gotten better at not indulging those feelings in the last months, but they just came back full force, sucker punching him in the gut. He feels jealous, which makes him feel like an idiot, because this really shouldn’t be about him.

He feels pissed, because even though he has no real clue what went down, he knows that whatever happened it hurt Even, and he would march into battle if that means his boy never hurt one day of his life again.

The whole whirlwind of emotions was combined with an ongoing AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH in his head. So, naturally, he turns his head to Jonas, his haven, his safe place, his best friend who he hoped would pick up on the situation. Which he does. With his iconic brows knitted and lifting one shoulder, Jonas is asking him what the hell is going on without saying a word. Meanwhile Vilde, Eva and Magnus have taken on talking again, about what, Isak couldn’t say.  

He should get up. He should go and warn Even. He wouldn’t want him to walk into this as unprepared as he just was. Because when he is this thrown by it, he can only imagine what it’ll do to Even.

Just when he wants to stand up and ask Magnus to move, so he could get out of that booth, Mikael speaks. To him. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The voice of the other boy is surprisingly soft when he asks “Is Even here?”. So, ok. He can’t leave now, can he? His gaze flicks to Jonas again. His best friend looks at the bar, or the general direction of it and lifts his brows. Then he gets up and without anyone really noticing – guess why – he leaves.

Hopefully Isak understands that correctly, and Jonas is going to go find Even. He’s glad the others seem very much caught in conversation and it weirdly feels like a one-on-one situation, even though there are five other people besides them sitting at the table.

Before he answers he coughs, twice, buying himself some time, trying to settle down a bit.

“Uuh, ja,” he answers, nodding once. Because he can’t say no, even though he doesn’t yet know what the boy in front of him will do in this information. When he looks at Mikael straight on – how he found that courage, he will never know – he sees the dark eyes of the boy widen. Is he shocked? Scared? Hopeful?

Isak really can’t read the expression that takes over Mikael’s face. He nods. Isak mirrors the nod. So they sit there, oddly similar and strangely connected in this unfamiliar territory.

Suddenly Mikael speaks again, way softer than what Isak should be able to hear over Eskild’s version of Toxic that’s going on in the back.

“How is he?” When he says this he looks lost, and also… guilty? Isak’s chest clenches. Yes, he doesn’t know what this guy means to Even or what went down between them, but at the same time Isak can’t quite get himself to dislike that boy with the seemingly ongoing pout.

Isak puts his tongue between his lips and squints his eyes a bit, looking down at the empty beer in front of him. He decides to answer that with “He’s great” and tries to plaster a confident smile on his face and adds “We just moved in together!”

Because fuck it, yes, he doesn’t need to prove anything to that guy and he doesn’t dislike him and he’s not jealous, but he also just wants to make his territory clear. So, when Mikael doesn’t react in a confrontational manner, but rather looks like he deflates with a relieved sigh, something in Isak melts.

Because the other boy obviously really cares. Cares that Even is ok. Cares that Even has Isak in his life and that they seem to be solid (they are, but moving in together does bring the image of a stable relationship across a bit more).

Without even consciously registering it he warms up to Mikael. So, when their eyes meet again, Isak smiles. Maybe warmer than he should, since he still doesn’t know what happened, but it just happens.

He makes to stand up and says “I’ll go look for him.” Leaving the I’ll see if he wants to see/talk to you hanging between them in the air. Mikael’s whole face morphs into this really hopeful, and bright, still a little timid and nervous smile. He nods, following Isak’s movement as he shoves himself out of the bench over Magnus and quietly says “Thank you.”

So, so he got that, huh?

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