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uppermocns-moved · 3 years

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𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀

eren, connie, armin, levi, jean + headcanons about your first date

cw: modernverse, gender-nonspecific

𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗷𝗮𝗲𝗴𝗲𝗿

picks you up in the afternoon and greets you with a lil wave as you walk to his car

lets you plug your phone into the aux cord as a romantic gesture

it’s a casual date so he’s wearing something like a graphic tee, cuffed black jeans, skate shoes, and a jacket tossed into the backseat incase it gets cold. maybe a couple rings and a hair tie around his wrist.

you do something fun and goofy like go to one of those paint-a-ceramic places and paint something for each other

it’s funny watching eren concentrate so hard to make his look good – his hair is tied into a messy half-bun to stay out of his face his eyebrows are furrowed and his tongue is slightly poking from the corner of his mouth.

both pieces turn out hilariously bad but you cherish them for the rest of your life.

it’s the kind of date that you don’t want to end, so you just hop from one thing to another until it’s late and he’s gotta take you home.

he’d definitely hold your hand (fingers interlocked) and swing it while you walk

he would also take a cute mirror selfie of the two of you and put it on his story, not scared to show off his cute date and the content smile on his face

doesn’t mind kissing on the first date but follows your lead entirely – if you wanna wait, that’s fine. if you wanna take the car to a scenic lookout and make out in the back seat, that’s cool too.

you definitely steal a kiss before getting out of his car and he’ll tell you to text him when you get in safe

bonus second date – picnic at a park. eren picks a flower and tucks it into your hair.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿

he picks you up at night to go do something energetic and fun, like grabbing dinner before you go bowling

(bonus points if you both suck at it – then you can use the bumpers and have an equal advantage)

it’s casual so he’s wearing a tee shirt tucked into jeans, sneakers, and a chain. maybe a flannel/dark denim jacket over the top but it stays in the car.

connie makes you laugh with all the weird ways he launches the ball down the lane

definitely slips over the line and face plants at some point

afterwards, you spend a couple hours in the arcade playing skeeball and he shows you how he can always get the jackpot in stacker.

taking cute pictures in the photobooth (he puts them on his story and keeps his copy in his phone case)

not much affection is exchanged because of the active nature, but he’ll keep a hand on your lower back and kiss you/your cheek for your pictures.

you pool all your tickets together and get matching spooky glow in the dark spider rings

the ride home is spent blasting music with all the windows down. you have a dramatic singalong to bohemian rhapsody.

he’ll intentional take the long way home so you can keep talking and having a good time.

bonus second date – last-minute lunch date and thrifting.

𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘁

picks you up in the evening, right around sunset. similar to eren, he greets you with a lil wave and reaches over to open your door for you.

immediately offers to let you control the music once he starts driving, whether you wanna plug your phone in or just unlock his (he trusts you already).

he’s wearing a big corduroy jacket over a tee, cuffed jeans and sneakers. there’s a pair of glasses hanging from his shirt just in case he needs them, and a couple rings on his fingers.

you’re both a little shy – lots of sneaking glances and blushing.

conversation is natural, though!

armin gently takes your hand when you get out of the car (after asking permission) and interlocks your fingers together. holding hands with you feels natural to him.

you walk around a bookstore together, pointing out your favorites, picking out interesting reads, and getting drinks from the cafe before cozying up on one of the couches.

armin puts his arm around you and you lean into his chest while he reads to you.

there’s tension every time you look up at him. your lips are so close and all he can think about is closing the distance and kissing you (you end up kissing him).

he holds your hand on the ride home and you lean over the center console to kiss him again before you leave.

you definitely facetime for three hours once he’s home

bonus second date – science museum!

𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗶 𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻

you meet each other at a coffee/tea/wine lounge for drinks before going to an art museum

levi didn’t want you to be waiting on him, so he guaranteed he’d get there first by showing up an hour early. he doesn’t tell you that, though.

semi-casual attire – he’s wearing a real nice quality knit sweater tucked into black pants and a belt, and dress shoes. maybe two rings and a watch to accessorize. his hair is purposefully disheveled.

as composed as he looks, his heart is pounding in his chest.

compliments you with a genuine “you look really nice.”

you both have a glass of wine before ordering tea. he insists you get whatever you want, he’s paying.

he’s a little more reserved and not a big fan of pda, so he doesn’t initiate a lot of physical touch – however, he doesn’t mind when you wanna lean into his side or link arms while you walk together.

phone stays in his pocket the whole time because he wants to stay engaged and in the moment with you.

he tells you he had a wonderful time and sincerely means it. maybe kisses you on the hand.

stays with you to make sure you get a ride home safe (you both didn’t want to drive if you were having wine) and makes sure to check in on you later that night.

bonus second date – you take one of those wine and painting classes together. someone tells you you’re a very cute couple and it makes him smile.

𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗻

good ol’ dinner and a movie. he meets you there and keeps a hand on the small of your back while he opens the door for you.

he’s wearing a tee that fits his broad shoulders and chest just right, black jeans, and a green shirt jacket. his outfit is lightly accessorized with rings on his fingers and you can spot a few ear piercings.

probably has the audacity to apologize for his appearance because he just got off work and didn’t have a lot of time.

he does the classic yawn-and-stretch to put his arm around you and you rest your head on his shoulder.

doesn’t use seeing a movie as an excuse to grope you or try and fool around in the dark.

the movie something stimulating and perplexing so you can talk about it over dinner later. maybe a psychological horror/thriller.

you get in playful arguments and debates over your vastly different interpretations.

no kissing on the first date, but he does think about how badly he wants to kiss you at least 34 times during the night.

he walks you back to your car with an arm around your waist and asks you to let him know when you get home safe.

bonus second date – jean picks you up from work/class and you have a nice romantic dinner. he gently kisses your forehead when he takes you home.

𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥? 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵

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glitterge1pen · 3 years

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Dude What Why Would I Even Want You To Sleepover Thats Stupid >;p

Wakatoshi Ushijima x reader, sfw, word count 1,955

tw; for alcohol and mentions of a drunk reader

You sat in Ushijima’s kitchen fluffing tissue paper flowers. Trying your best not to rip any paper. Ushijima was struggling more than you.

“Look, you just peel it back towards the center, layer by layer,”

You say with a teasing smile as his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration. So far you two had hung up garlands, blown up balloons, Ushijima managed to pop almost every one by filling it with too much air. Ushijima had even bought a sheet of silver fringe and a ring light to build a makeshift photobooth.

Tendou is my best friend, I have been planning this surprise party for him for several weeks now with Semi , but he wasn't able to come tonight as planned. We were supposed to decorate for tomorrow but I have no idea what I’m doing. Please help?

As you were reading another message had come in.

Sorry, I should have asked if you were busy first.

You had been shocked to learn that Ushijima wanted to plan a surprise party when he had first told you his idea. But as you talked to him it became clear his sole intention of the ordeal was to make Tendou happy. Tendou liked parties, not Ushijima. He seemed to have everything sorted out on his own so you hadn't offered to help before.

Ushijima had done his best but interior design was not his strong suit. You had been the one to tell him where to pin, tape, and tack. You had arrived in the early afternoon, transforming Ushijima’s basement into a festive den. The two of you set up a snack table, the photobooth, and had moved the furniture towards the back walls to make room for people to dance, the big tv playing a playlist Ushijima had titled “for Tendou”.

When you had been in the garage grabbing coolers to bring down you had seen the ping pong table in the garage. Several minutes later you were adequately horrified when Ushijima was moving the table down the basement stairs by himself. Ushijima had told you he was fine even as you helped him guide the table down.

You had just put the net over the ping pong table when a voice called down from the upstairs.

“Ushijima! Who the hell did you invite?”

It was Semi. He came running down, he was wearing a loose t-shirt and it bellowed behind him. He had his phone in his hand, shoving it in your face.

“Look at what this idiot did,”

Semi was tapping away at different stories people had posted. Several you could see were posting Ushijima’s address, actually a lot of people were. Basically anyone Semi was following was. But as he clicked and tapped on other profiles you could see that even people outside of his social circle were posting about it.

“Dude, there is gonna be so many people here, how are we going to surprise Tendou now?”

“If I tell people to hide, they’ll hide,”

Was Ushijima’s response.

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

You woke up, legs hanging over the armrest of the soft basement couch. Your whole body was sore. You put your hands on your face trying to piece together the events of the previous night. Former teammates, work colleagues, and other friends of Tendou showing up soon after Semi. Tendou falling down the stairs when Ushijima had flicked on the basement lights and everyone had yelled ‘surprise!’. A small gift exchange, you knew exactly which one was Ushijima’s because of how much tape he had used to wrap it.

As the night wore on more and more people had shown up. Ushijima had bought a cake, sometime around midnight he had brought it down to sing to Tendou. When the large crowd that had gathered started to sing it felt like the house was shaking.

Oh and you had drank. You remember laying down on the couch, head spinning. Ushijima had gotten you ibuprofen, a glass of water and not long after you had fallen asleep.

“You’re awake,’

You bolt up from your position on the couch. Ushijima’s voice having startled you. He was sitting right next to the top of your head. You weren't sure how long he had been sitting watching you sleep. A wave of headache came to you. You put your palm to your temples as if it would steady you.

“Do you want breakfast?”

You nod, still groggy. Ushijima walked right next to you while going up the stairs. Once in the kitchen it was the same. You would open the fridge and he’d be right on the other side of the door. It was like he had become attached to you overnight.

You sat on the counter next to the stove watching him cook. Occasionally helping, grabbing plates, filling glasses with juice. You thanked him for the food. Ushijima with his mouth full of food could only smile and nod before saying,

“I like that you’re here in the morning”

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

The following weekend Ushijima had invited you over to watch movies. This wasn't unusual, you two often hung out. But it was later. Ushijima had told you to come over at ten. You assumed that he must have had something going on earlier but upon arriving and asking him about his day you found that wasn't the case. He simply told you had been waiting for you.

You ignored that, Opting to focus on choosing a good movie. Settling on the basement couch your mind wandered back to the previous weekends party. None of that night remained, the furniture was back in its proper place, no decorations, and the ping pong table was gone. The last time you had been on this couch was when you had been asleep. Now that you were there again you were a bit tired, but you were determined to at least sit through the movie.

You couldn't help sneaking glances at Ushijima. Who in turn would steal fleeting looks your way. You thought he was acting strange, or strange for Ushijima. You knew that whatever he was feeling or wanting to say would eventually come out though. He was terrible with using words, but once he knew what he wanted to say it was no problem.

As the movie came to close you started to gather your things. Standing to stretch out your arms and legs. Maybe on another night you would have hung out longer but you were just so tired. Ushijima scooted closer to you from on the couch, hands gripping his knees.

“You could stay,”

You stop in your motions, giving him a questioning stare.

“It’s late”

He says, looking up at you.

“It is late,”

You say hoping to urge him to say more. This doesn't work. He continues to stare at you.You turn your head to the side, trying to think of something to say.

“Are you sure I can stay?”

“Yes”

More silence. Was there really any harm? You could go home in the morning when you were not utterly exhausted. Plus you had slept over once before now so it wasnt that strange.

“You can sleep here, or up in my bed”

“I couldn't do that I wouldn't want to intrude on you too much,’

“You wouldn't be,”

“I would feel that way though, I’ll sleep down here,”

It felt like you were having a conversational standoff, one Ushijima had definitely won. He went off to grab blankets and a pillow for you. He brought two, unsure of which you would like better.

He put rain sounds on the tv, gave you a phone charger, and aggressively fluffed the pillow.

As you lay in the cool basement air of Ushijima’s basement, your eyes struggling to stay open, feeling heavy. You knew that in the morning Ushijima would be there.

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

“I made breakfast”

“Holy shit,”

Ushijima was at your nose, he had been gentle waking you up but had still managed to startle you with his proximity. This was now a regular occurrence for you. Waking up on one of Ushijima’s couches was now something you didn't even bat your eyes at.

In the mornings sometimes one of you would leave before the other woke. Or you would cook breakfast for him, or maybe order something in.

On this morning though he had woken up early, gone on a run, came back and cooked a meal. He was still in his running gear, a glaze of sweat on him, hair messy. You told him as such, reaching to run your hand over his already ruffled strands of hair. Jokingly you tell him,

“You let me wash your hair,”

Ushijima looks a bit dejected.

“Is it that bad?”

“No, I wasn't being serious, you can just tell you haven't combed it or anything,”

He hums considering your words.

“You wouldn't wash my hair then?”

“I mean not unless you wanted me to,”

Which is how you ended up in the bathroom sitting on the edge of the tub. Ushijima hunched over on his knees, head under the faucet as you moved your fingers through his hair. Doing your best to make sure none of the soapy water got in his eyes. The shampoo smelled like sharp citrus, lemons or maybe grapefruit.

Once you had rinsed his hair of soap you handed him a washcloth to dry off his face and neck. You put your fingers in a circle, still enough soap to make bubble. You hold your fingers to Ushijima, who doesn't seem to understand what you want.

“Blow,”

You tell him. One single bubble makes it from your hands and pops on his own hand that went to catch it.

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

You sat on the edge of Ushijima’s bed, looking at the things he had on his night stand. He was changing in the closet. You had gone out with the team after a win and were entirely exhausted. Well feed and sleepy, you were sure that you would be sleeping at Ushijima’s again. It was not worth the drive to your house.

When Ushijima reappeared he was in a t-shirt and shorts. He flopped down next to you on the bed. Laying on his back while you stayed sitting. You were waiting for him to offer you the usual blanket and pillow but when you looked down at him his eyes were closed. He was stiff as a board, arms crossed.

“Do you sleep like that?”

You ask with a little laugh.

“Like what?”

“Like you're dracula in a coffin,”

“Apparently I do,”

He had his eyes open again, looking at you.

“Aren't you going to lay down?”

He asked totally nonchalant, confused why you weren't on the bed already.

“You’re not even laying down the right way-”

You had never seen him move so fast, rolling over to the pillow at the head of the bed. You sighed, still a little hesitant to sleep in his bed with him. But once your head was on the other pillow the notch of anxiety in your stomach dissipated. Ushijima was the one to put the thick comforter on the two of you before placing his arm over your shoulders and falling asleep.

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

A/N: The only time I've thought of Ushijima was when a tiktok said we’d be good together because of my virgo venus. I also switched the roles a little from the hawks one, and thanks for reading! Sorry if this feels rushed or weird this was my first time writing him :p also sorry for all the :p I just think they're nice

#wakatoshi ushijima #ushijima x reader #wakatoshi x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader

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ofstarsandvibranium · 4 years

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Heavy is the Crown

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x F!Reader

Summary: During a case, you learn that Spencer never got to go to a high school dance. And that just doesn't sit right with you, so you decide to fix that.

The case was closed. Several young teenage girls had been kidnapped and murdered. The unsub was a thirty-seven year old male who’d been humiliated at his senior prom, so he saw the young girls as surrogates for the girls who humiliated him at his prom. Before he was able to hurt two more girls, you and the team managed to track him down in time.

You, Spencer, Derek headed towards the SUV after the capture of the unsub. You shook your head in disbelief, “Wow. Prom. Not gonna lie, I didn’t see prom as a big deal, but I went anyway because I didn’t want to miss out.”

Derek smiled with a hum, “My prom is a bit of a blur, honestly. A lot when on that night,” he gives you a knowing look and you and Spencer roll your eyes at him.

Then Spencer spoke up, “I never got to attend prom.”

You stopped him, before getting into the car, “Wait, you’ve never been to prom?”

Your friend and crush, Spencer, shrugged, “Well, I wasn’t very liked in high school. I got bullied a lot so didn’t bother going. No one wanted to go with me.” he hopped into the front seat with Derek in the driver’s seat, and you took the back.

You shook your head, not liking the idea that Spencer’s high school experience was tainted by bullies. Then an idea popped into your head....

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Friday morning, Rossi walks into the bullpen gathering everyone’s attention, “Joy, Kai, and Shawn are coming over to visit tonight so I’m inviting everyone else as well. Dress to the nines. It’ll be a formal dinner cooked by Hayden and myself.”

Everyone’s eyes lit up with excitement. Yours especially. You watch as Emily speaks with Spencer and you gather everyone else near you, “Okay. Remember everyone needs to get to Rossi’s a half hour before the designated time. We all know that Spencer likes to be punctual.”

“This is so exciting!” Penelope squeals and you, Tara, JJ, and Luke quiet her down, “Sorry!” She then whispers her previous statement, “This is so exciting!”

You giggle, “Okay, remember, Spencer doesn’t know. And try to act cool guys. He’s a profiler. He’ll know if we’re up to something.”

“Who’s up to something?” you jump when you hear Spencer’s voice behind you. He winces and murmurs out an apology.

You shake your head, “It’s fine. We’re planning on pulling a prank on Hotch. You in?”

He shrugs, “Depends what it is.”

“Well, we’re still fleshing out the ideas, but I’ll let you know.” you pat his shoulder and everyone goes back to their respective desks.

Spencer follows you to yours and leans against your desk as you sit down, “Can I give you a ride to Rossi’s tonight?”

“Sure! You’ll be my DD!” you giggle and he smiles back when he asks, “So, what’re you thinking about wearing tonight?”

“I have this maroon satin gown that I’ve been meaning to wear. Guess I’ll wear that. You?”

“Coat and tie?” he gives a shrug.

“At least add some color, Spence! I know you have some colored ties on you.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Maybe I’ll wear a maroon one so we could match,” he teases.

You scrunch your nose up in playful distaste, “Ew. Matching with you? No way.” you both giggle at the teasing.

_________

When you answer your door, Spencer is taken back. Your hair is done nicely, makeup glamorous, but not too subtle. The maroon satin dress clings to you perfectly, showing off your figure well.

Spencer gulps, “W-Wow. You look-You look beautiful.”

You shy from his compliment, “Thanks, Spencer. You look pretty good yourself.”

“Oh, uh, thanks,” he says as he smooths down his maroon tie. Looks like he decided to match you after all.

He gulps when you move around your living room, collecting your purse and shawl, locking up your place. There’s a slit on your dress that reveals your leg when you move and he feels himself grow a little hot.

“Ready?” you ask expectantly.

“Yup!” he shoots you a smile and helps you into his car.

You sway to the classical music he plays in his car, completely unaware of the conflict swirling through his mind. Spencer has had feelings for you for a long time, deciding to never say anything to you because he’d rather keep you as a friend than potentially lose you due to his own feelings.

But tonight, he feels like he’s being tested. You’re so beautiful and there’s this elegance to you that you’re exuding tonight. He feels so overwhelmed. Maybe at the end of the night, he might tell you. Just maybe.

___________

When the door to the Rossi residence swings open, Rossi lets out a whistle, “Look at you two kiddos!” Rossi hugs Spencer and he kisses you on both cheeks, “Bella.”

You giggle out a “thank you,” and then go to greet Hayden who’s donning a beautiful navy blue gown.

“Everyone else is already in the back,” she gives you a wink.

You begin heading towards the backyard, Spencer right at your heels. With your shawl wrapped around your shoulders, you step outside and you’re beaming.

Rossi’s backyard as lights everywhere, a photobooth, a table lined with hors d'oeuvres and a punch bowl. Music is playing in the background as the team and their significant others mingle. All the while their children are running around playing with Luke’s dog Roxy.

“Wow. This is nice. Wait-” Spencer then spots a banner that says BAU PROM, “Prom?” he turns to you with confusion in his eyes.

You gave him a shrug, “You said you never got to experience prom, so now you can. And you’ll be surrounded by the people who love and care about you.”

“You did this?” he asks in disbelief.

“Well, yeah, but Derek, Penelope, and Rossi helped.”

“Reid!” Derek emerges from the group and Spencer’s eyes light up. He rushes to his big brother’s arms, getting a strong hug from him.

You giggle as you move to greet Derek as well then moving to the rest of the group. Everyone looks at you in awe, “Woooow.”

“You look beautiful, my maroon goddess!” Penelope swoons, hugging you while also not trying to spill her glass of wine.

“Thank you. For helping out and showing up. This is gonna be so fun!” you jump for joy as your coworkers and friends surround you.

After mingling for about an hour, dinner is served and you all pick your designated tables. You don’t expect Spencer to sit with you, but he does anyway, pulling out your chair for you.

At your table is Derek, Savannah, and Hank. You all make small talk, occasionally pausing to coo at little Hank who’s now two years old.

An hour later, plates are cleared, drinks are flowing, and the music is booming. You dance with various people on the dancefloor while Spencer decides to spend some time with the kiddos. He doesn’t dance and you respect that.

The music is now cut and Penelope has a mic in her hands, “Alright, everyone! It wouldn’t be a prom without a prom king and queen!”

You look at her with confusion and walk up to her, “Pen, we didn’t even vote.”

She gave you a mischievous grin, “We did. You didn’t. And by unanimous vote, our prom royalty is our very own Spencer Reid and Y/N L/N!”

Your eyes widen in shock as everyone bursts into hollers and applause. You laugh as you watch Penelope rush to Spencer and drag him towards you on the dancefloor. Hotch comes around with a plastic crowns for you, placing one on each of your heads.

Everyone applauses again and Penelope announces, “Now, if the prom king and queen would like to make their way to the center of the dancefloor for their royal dance!”

You’re now suddenly nervous. You look to Spencer and give him a small smile, “We don’t have to dance, Spencer. It’s okay.”

“It’s alright,” he slips his hand into yours, “You did all of this for me. I can do this for you.” he tugs at your hand, bringing you to the center of the dancefloor. Everyone circles around you as you bring your hands to rest on Spencer’s shoulders and his hands rest on your hips.

You sway to a cover of Frank Sinatra’s “The Way You Look Tonight”. Spencer is looking at you and you’re looking at him. And the world around you seems to fade away.

“So...we’re BAU Prom royalty,” you state.

“Yeah. Looks like we are.”

“Have an idea what you’re gonna do now that you’re king?” you ask jokingly and Spencer licks his lips and gulp, “There are a lot of things that I want to do and say, but I’m not sure how.”

You hum, “Uneasy is the head that wears a crown.”

“Henry the fourth,” Spencer murmurs.

“Yeah. I remember you said it was one of your favorites.” you look down, unable to handle Spencer’s gaze anymore.

The more you two slow dance together, the closer you guys seem to get. You’re completely unaware of the dancing couples around you or the fact that Penelope is anxiously waiting for something to happen.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” you look up and as soon as you do, Spencer’s lips on yours. You stop swaying as his hands cup your face and your hands move to grip the lapels of his suit jacket.

On the sidelines, everyone is beaming from ear to ear, while Penelope is jumping for joy. JJ and Derek fist bump and Hotch and Rossi are just giving supportive smiles.

When you pull away, you chuckle at the smeared lipstick on Spencer’s lips. You use his handkerchief to wipe away as much as you can while helps you.

You two don’t say anything, but go back to holding each other and swaying to the rest of the song.

This may have been Spencer first and last prom he’ll ever attend, but it was certainly the best one ever.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine

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icelily17 · 3 years

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Date Night (A KimxRon fic)

Alrighty, here’s a little writing exercise for myself! This prompt was from @gothicthundra and I’m very grateful to everyone else for suggested prompts! I’ll get to them hopefully soon. Put under a read more for space purposes haha, this is set during Season 4 just so I can start on familiar ground. I really, really hope I didn’t butcher the characters....

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“You think you’re all that, Kim Possible!! But you’re nooooooot!!!!” Dr. Drakken yelled out angrily as he flew away with Shego in his hovercar, once again defeated. Kim Possible, teen superhero, stood up and dusted herself off after a job well done. “Okay, Drakken, whatever you say,” she said sarcastically.

“Y’know, how many times is he going to say that line?” Ron Stoppable came up behind her, picking a piece of dirt off her shoulder that she missed. Her best friend-turned-boyfriend crossed his arms, “You’d think that after the first couple of hundred times his butt was kicked, he’d come up with something else”.

“Well, at least Drakken didn’t get his hands on that chromium gem to power whatever his newest hairbrained scheme, AND we got it done before dinnertime!” Kim looked at her watch, “Perfect!”

“Yeah! We can stop at Bueno Nacho on the way home!” Ron exclaimed. Rufus came out of his pocket and ran up Ron’s shoulder and squeaked “Mmm, dinner! Hungry!”

Kim smiled and took out the Kimmunicator, “Sorry, I have some AP English homework I have to do tonight. Wade?” She called, and within seconds their friend blipped on the screen, “Can you get us a ride back to Middleton?”

“Hey guys, didja get Drakken before he got the goods?” Wade asked, already typing away looking for a contact. “Yeah, the chromium gem is safe and sound in the lab,” she assured. “Cool, you’re ride’s on it’s way!” Wade gave a thumbs up, to which Kim gave her thanks and put the Kimmunicator away.

“English homework? On a Friday night? But I thought Friday night was our night!” Ron said, continuing their conversation.

“Not officially!”

“Aw man, that rips,” Ron moaned, “I was hoping we’d be able to spend some time together.” Kim raised her eyebrow, “Ron, all we ever do is spend time together.”

“Yeah, I know, but I meant something along the lines of a date. Maybe a movie, maybe we could have watched the newest episode of Agony County, grab a pizza....you know,” Ron rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. It was something he felt he could never get used to, talking about going on dates with Kim; it was like a never-ending dream, being her boyfriend. Kim smiled affectionately and grabbed his hand, “Sorry, but I really want to get a headstart on this homework. You know you can still come over?”

“Nah, I dont want to distract you if you’re working. I’ll just head home and play some Zombie Mayhem 2. What about tomorrow? I can take you out to dinner, we could go to a movie or take a stroll around town?” They began walking downhill to their rendezvous point. Kim put her finger to her chin as she thought, “Hmm....tomorrow’s looking pretty free, dinner and a walk sound great.”

“Coolness! Pick you up at 7?”

“It’s a date,” Kim giggled.

--THE NEXT DAY--

“Monique, I don’t have a clue what I should wear!” Kim wailed into her phone, shoving her clothes aside in her closet. She picked up a blue flowy long-sleeve shirt and held it up to herself in front of her mirror.

“Girl, it’s a date. You said he’s taking you out to dinner?” Her other best friend asked. “Yeah, but I dont know where, I dont want to be too over-dressed,” Kim said.

“If it’s Bueno Nacho, then it’s most likely over-dressed,” Monique deadpanned. “No, I don’t think it’s Bueno Nacho this time, he sounded like he really wanted to make this a real date,” the redhead mused, holding up a forest green long-sleeved shirt that had cut-outs on the shoulders to herself. She smiled and put it on the bed, returning to her closet for a pair of pants.

“Well, good on him! Look Kim, it’s Ron, you have nothing to worry about! It’s not like you haven’t known each other your whole lives,” Monique pointed out. Kim took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She had to admit Monique had a point. She had nothing to worry about, she knew that as long as she was with Ron she was going to have a good time. She glanced up on her dresser mirror and saw the pictures she and Ron had taken in a photobooth a few years ago, and smiled at the familiar flutters in her gut she felt when she looked at him.

“You’re right, Monique...not to sound too dramatic, but it’s just that it’s a little weird to think about going on a date with Ron. I mean, a real date as boyfriend and girlfriend, not the stuff we usually do. But in a good way! It’s just...”

“New?” Monique offered. Kim smiled, “Yea, new. But I like it.” She pulled out a pair of dark jeans, a pair of black boots with a small heel and a necklace, “Alright, outfit picked, not too casual, but not too dressy. So not the drama, thanks Monique!”

“No problem Kim. TTYL, spill the deets on Monday!” her friend said her goodbyes and hung up. Kim got ready, put on the slightest bit of makeup, hoping her father wouldn’t notice but felt it was necessary. This was a date, she wasn’t an animal, and she wanted to look nice for Ron. She sprayed a little perfume, then went downstairs and sat on the sofa where her little brothers were watching some cartoon she didn’t care about, and her mother was reading a book.

“All ready for your date Kimmie? When’s Ron coming over?” Dr. Ann Possible glanced up, looking at her daughter. Kim took the fact she didn’t say anything about her makeup meant she looked fine by her parents’ standards and opened her mouth to answer--

“Kim’s going on a daaaaaaate!” Jim taunted. “Ew, cootie alert!” Tim followed, and both boys laughed. “Shut it, Tweebs!” Kim hissed. “Boys,” their mother warned, and the twins just grinned and turned back to their show. “Ron said he’d pick me up at 7. It’s just to dinner and a walk, nothing too fancy,” Kim told her mom. Mrs. Possible smiled and turned a page, “Well that’s nice, I hope you two have a good time.”

“Where’s Dad? Working late again?”

“Ah, you know your father when there’s a new project at work, he’ll probably be gone later than you will. Which by the way, not too late okay?” Mrs. Possible looked up sternly. “I know Mom, 10 o’ clock,” Kim rolled her eyes good-naturedly. Her mother smiled, “Let’s make it 10;30. It’s Saturday, and it’s Ron, it’s not like he’s a stranger.”

Kim gasped, “Really? Oh thank you Mom!”

Mrs. Possible chuckled and pat her daughter on the hand, “Of course Kimmie, and if your father has anything to say he can talk to me about it.” She returned to her book again, and at that moment the doorbell rang.

Kim answered the door to Ron in a nice button-down short-sleeved red plaid shirt with a darker red t-shirt underneath, a pair of light blue jeans and sneakers. Kim was grateful that he had decided not to wear his usual jersey and so didn’t say anything except “Wow, look at you!” To which Ron giggled nervously and produced a bouquet of lilies. Kim smiled and took them happily.

“Good evening mademoiselle, and may I say you look very enchanting this evening,” He lifted an eyebrow in a flirty way. Kim laughed into her hand, then went inside to put the bouquet in a vase. He followed her inside and waved, “Hey Dr. P!”

“Hello Ron! Have Kim home by 10:30, okay?”

“You got it!” He called back as Kim dragged him out of the house. They walked down the walkway to where his scooter was parked and Ron handed her a helmet. “So where are we headed, Mr. Romantic?” Kim asked as she put it on and climbed on the back of the scooter.

“There’s this Italian place downtown I thought we could check out, DiPaolo’s,” He revved up the scooter, Kim grabbed his waist and they left. “Is that okay?”

“I could go for pasta,” Kim said, resting her head on his back. “At least it’s not Bueno Nacho.” Ron smiled as his tummy turned slightly and they rode in silence.

At the restaurant they initially sat in uncomfortable silence as they realized this was their first real, fancy-ish not-naco-and-a-movie date since becoming a couple and didn’t know what to do. Ron glanced at the menu and was glad his father lent him some money--not too expensive but not quite cheap either. He glanced up at Kim and could swear he was looking at an angel. She looked beautiful (well I mean not that she isn’t all the time but WOW) and he was once again wondering how he was so lucky to have been the one Kim chose to be with. He smiled affectionately, and when Kim caught his eye she smiled back shyly.

“Hey KP, this is so...well, I mean...I just...” he began, but sputtered nervously. Great, not how he wanted to start, real smooth Stoppable. But Kim put her hand on his, to which he looked up and saw her still smiling and shaking her head.

“Oh Ron, look...if it makes you feel better, I’m nervous too.”

“You? But you’re never nervous!”

“I am when it comes to cute boys,” she said slyly. Ron giggled and rubbed the back of his neck, “Haha, yeah...but I didn’t want to be nervous. I mean, we shouldn’t be, right? I mean, it’s us.”

Kim leaned back in her seat, “You’re right...it is us, but this is something I guess we never really expected. Still, I’m glad it happened, and I’m glad you’re here with me.” Ron smiled and took her hand again, “Yeah?”

“Of course. Here’s an idea: let’s just pretend this is just another hangout at Bueno Nacho, and we’ll go from there one step at a time, okay?” She squeezed his hand.

“Yeah!” Just then the waiter came up and asked “What can I get you to drink?” with his notepad and pen poised. Kim ordered a water with lemon, and when the waiter turned to Ron, he studied the menu for a minute before looking at the waiter. “I’ll have a coco-moo....I mean, ah.....iced tea! Yeah, iced tea please, heh heh,” he chuckled nervously. The waiter and Kim raised an eyebrow, exchanged a glance, and the waiter walked away to get their drinks.

“Coco-moo?” Kim inquired. Ron shrugged a shoulder, “I heard it somewhere once, can’t remember. Anyway,” he said, clearly trying to move on, “did you finish your English paper?”

The rest of dinner went easily, and neither of the teens could believe they were even nervous to begin with. When they got past the initial awkwardness, it was like everything was as it had always been, just with more handholding and kisses and neither of them were complaining about that.

Afterwards, they rode Ron’s scooter to the park and just walked hand in hand. They stopped at a familiar, graffiti covered wall and sat on the bench nearby. “Hey, remember when you were hit with Drakken’s weird plant and were going to disappear every time you got embarrassed?” Ron asked.

Kim rolled her eyes, “How could I forget? They followed me on my date with Josh Mankey and tried to embarrass me themselves! Not to mention the embarrassment ninjas and the Tweebs...did you know they set up a projector and showed embarrassing pictures of me here on this wall?”

Ron winced, “Oof, that’s harsh. Embarrassment ninjas?” Kim nodded, “Yeah, but then you came through and got me out of it just in time.” Ron shrugged, “Well I wasn’t going to just let you disappear. Although, I was surprised you weren’t in your room, Wade and I had to track you down.”

Kim looked away sheepishly, “Yea...I’m sorry about that...” Ron waved his hand and gave his goofy smile, “Hey no big, KP. Everything turned out fine and the Ron-Man saved the day!” Ron tried not to think about how he had felt when he saw Kim out with Mankey, risking her life just for a date. He remembered giving her a thumbs up when she looked at him in gratitude, because like Mankey or not (which he absolutely did not) he was going to support his best friend.

But that didn’t stop the pang he had felt in his chest that night.

“You know, I think that might have been the first time I noticed I liked you,” Ron said thoughtfully. “What?” Kim asked, looking at him. He winced, “Did I say that out loud?”

“Yea, but what do you mean? When I was on my date with Josh?” She asked. She was surprised he had liked her for that long, and a little pleased.

“Yea. I know I didn’t like him but I wasn’t going to let that get in the way of you dating him if you had wanted that. But seeing you there, all happy on your date, I was....”

“Jellin’?”

“What?”

“Sorry, I mean jealous?”

“Yeah, I guess so. I had never really thought about it, about you, that way up until then. But I still didn’t think about it up until the end of last year. And I didn’t know what you thought of me, you know?” The blonde put his hands together and twiddled his thumbs.

Kim faced him, “Ron, why didn’t you say anything?” Ron shrugged, “I didn’t want to risk our friendship.” Kim understood, she had wrestled with the thought for years on her end. She smiled and put a hand on his cheek, “Well let me be the first to say that I like you, Ron Stoppable, and I am very glad that you are my boyfriend. I wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world.”

They smiled at each other and leaned in for a tender kiss. They remained that way, in a sweet embrace for some time before they had to come up for some air. Ron leaned back and looked at her through half-lidded eyes. Her cheeks were red and there was a sparkle in her eye; he felt his heart swell and once again thanked the universe for making him the luckiest man in the world.

“I love you, KP.”

Kim’s eyes turned bright as she felt herself warm up from head to toe; she felt an almost weightless-ness as her chest swelled tight. She could burst out of happiness, and nothing could ruin this moment for her--not even Shego.

She threw her arms around his neck and captured his lips once again, and they could feel each other smiling into it. As they pulled away, Kim let out a sigh, “Best date ever.”

Ron laughed, “Boo-yah! I still got the way with the ladies!” Kim just smiled at her goofball. She looked at her watch: 10:15. “Well, we better head back home. Let’s go, Romeo.”

The drove back to the Possible house; Kim was slightly relieved to see that her mother had been right and Mr. Possible was still working. No pesky questions, no matter how well-meaning her dad was. They both got off, since Ron was going to walk her to the door--he knew the basic boyfriend rules.

“So you wanna come over and watch the latest Agony County episode tomorrow? I taped it,” Kim asked, her hand on the door. “You got it! Order a pizza?” Ron asked.

“Psshh-yeah! Isn’t that the tradition?”

“Bon diggity, I’ll bring the popcorn and soda,” Ron said excitedly. “Well, ‘night KP!”

Kim leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight Ron. Tonight was perfect. See you tomorrow!”

Ron waited until she went inside before he walked back to his scooter and walked it into the garage of his house next door. He went up to his room, smiling so hard he thought his face was going to break in half. When he walked in, Rufus looked up from the video game he was playing and squeaked at him as if to ask how it went.

“Rufus, buddy, your main man Ron’s still got the moves,” Ron said, then sighed happily as he flopped on his bed. Rufus squealed happily and ran next to him.

“I was wrong Rufus. Love isn’t complicated...it’s great!”

#Ooof welp that's it lmaoooooo #I really hope yall like it this took me 4 hours to write *hides in shame*#kim x ron #kim possible #ron stoppable #I have NO idea how to write an ending ugh

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antiadvil · 3 years

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Somebody to Love

summary: Dan and Phil’s first meeting in 2009, loosely inspired by the song Somebody to Love by Queen

rating: PG13

wc: ~3k

notes: for the @phandomreversebang! art provided by @anironsidh and betad by @awkwardest-sam. writing this fic was... a journey, and they were a really great and supportive team the whole time and I really appreciate them <3

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Dan’s train was running late, and he couldn’t stop his anxiety from running absolutely wild. He hadn’t missed it, had he? Maybe it had showed up early and left before he got there. Maybe it had showed up while he wasn’t paying attention and left already. Maybe it had-

The train pulled into the station. Dan relaxed his shoulders. He wasn’t going to miss his train. He managed to stay calm for a few minutes after he boarded until a sudden new thought hit him.

What if he missed his stop?

He groaned, letting his head drop into his arms. He couldn’t even get a ten minute break from his ridiculous thoughts.

He took a deep breath, trying to focus on something else. To try to distract himself, he pulled out his pen and notebook to work on a few video scripts.

He had finally gotten into a groove, allowing himself to forget his worries, when the train lurched as it approached its first stop, sending Dan’s pen and notebook spilling to the floor. He picked up the notebook, but his pen had already slid out of sight.

Great. Looks like he was going to have to find some other way of passing the remaining two and a half hours of his train ride.

He stared out the window, trying to calm his nerves, but his leg was bouncing up and down almost uncontrollably. He put his hand on his knee, forcing it down.

It was hard to believe that after months of nonstop texting and skyping, he was about to meet the boy from his computer screen in person. He still remembered the first time they had spoken, when he had finally gotten up the courage to message that cool youtuber on twitter.

He had sent him a message about a Queen song, and was shocked to receive a reply. He still was a little bit shocked every time Phil messaged him. Every time, he thought Phil would get tired of him. Every time, Phil kept coming back.

They had talked about their favorite band for hours that night. Then the conversation had shifted to themselves, their families, their hopes and dreams.

They still talked about music sometimes. It was a nice excuse to be in constant contact.

His fingers itched to text Phil, the way they always did when he was anxious, but he and Phil had been trying to stick to Skype lately. Last month’s phone bill had not been fun to pay. He shouldn’t text Phil until he arrived, to tell him where he was so they could meet.

His leg was bouncing again. He sighed in frustration, wishing he hadn’t lost his pen.

He bought a magazine to flip through. It was surprisingly entertaining. He managed to lose himself in it for nearly half an hour before he checked the time again.

Fuck the phone bill. Dan gave in and pulled out his phone. nervous (^_^;), he sent.

good, Phil sent back nearly instantly.

good?

im nervous too and im not allowed to be the only one

Dan laughed. His phone buzzed again

in a few hours we can be nervous 2gether

Dan couldn’t think of anything to send in response to that other than a smiley face.

now go away u spork remember ur phone bill

Dan let a smile break across his face. Phil did that to him frequently. fine, Dan sent quickly.

He returned to his magazine, calmer this time. It was silly to be so worried. It was just Phil. Phil, who he had known for months now. Phil, who he wanted to meet. Phil, who wanted to meet him.

Everything was going to be alright.

When his train arrived in the station, Dan climbed out, letting his eyes search for Phil. Quickly, they landed on a tall, pale boy with dark hair wearing a green plaid shirt. “Phil!” he shouted.

The boy brightened, looking to find the source of the noise. “Dan!”

“Phil,” Dan said again, running towards him, and the other boy was running too, and suddenly they were in each other’s arms, finally, after all these months of imagining.

Phil was holding Dan tighter than he’d ever been held, but it didn’t hurt. It was one of the nicest things Dan had ever felt.

After what felt like an eternity, Phil pulled back. “How was the train ride?”

“Good,” Dan said, his smile so wide he thought his face might split in two. “How was your bus ride?”

“Someone recognized me,” Phil pouted.

Dan laughed. “You’re a proper celebrity now.”

“I don’t want to be a proper celebrity,” Phil whined.

“You’d be a good celebrity.”

“How is someone a good celebrity?”

Dan shrugged. “You’re cute.”

Phil rolled his eyes. “Is that all?”

“Yes.” Dan giggled, though he hadn’t meant to. It was silly, he thought, a nineteen year old giggling over a boy.

Phil was smiling, too, though, and a bit of pink was showing through his pale skin on his cheeks, so he must not mind.

“Where to first?” Dan asked.

“Starbucks,” Phil said, bouncing up and down. “Starbucks, Dan, we have to-”

Dan laughed. “You’re such a sugar fiend.”

“C’mon!” Phil tugged at his hand.

Dan looked down at their hands in shock, surprised to find them tangled together.

“Sorry,” Phil said sheepishly, dropping Dan’s hand.

Dan wiped his hand on his jeans, then immediately cursed himself. He didn’t want Phil to think it was because of him, his hand was just sweaty. “No, you’re good- um.”

“Yeah. No. We’re in public, I should have-” Phil stuffed his hands into his pockets. “So, uh, Starbucks?”

“Starbucks,” Dan agreed, gesturing for Phil to lead the way.

“Right,” Phil said, heading down the street. Dan followed. “What are you planning to get?”

Dan shrugged. “Whatever you get. You’re the expert.”

“Well, I haven’t actually decided what I’m getting yet,” Phil explained.

“Oh really? What are the frontrunners?” Dan asked.

Phil spent the rest of their walk explaining his various drink options, each sugarier than the last. “So I think maybe the caramel macchiato. Maybe? I can’t decide.”

Dan interrupted before Phil could go through his list again from the beginning. “You should get the caramel macchiato.”

“You think so?”

“I think so,” Dan confirmed, opening the door to the starbucks.

Phil bought their coffees, over Dan’s protests. “You’re the one who came to visit me,” he said. “Let me do this for you.”

Dan gave in. “I’ll buy you coffee if you ever come to Reading.”

“Deal.” Phil took a long sip of his coffee and let out a long, relieved breath afterwards. “So good.”

“The caffeine or the sugar?”

“Yes,” Phil said.

Dan took a sip of his own drink. It was good. Maybe not as good as Phil thought it was, but good.

“I’m trying to cut back on coffee,” Phil said mournfully. “I only had three cups this morning.”

Dan snorted. “Only three?”

“Yes.” Phil stared glumly at his already half empty cup of coffee.

Dan shook his head in mock sympathy. “You poor thing.”

Phil finished his coffee with disturbing speed. Dan did his best to keep up, but to avoid burning his tongue, he had to finish about ten minutes after Phil.

Phil’s tongue must be nearly burned off from how quickly he had

Dan should stop thinking about Phil’s tongue.

“Where do you want to go now?” Phil asked, saving Dan’s mind from going to some places it really shouldn’t be going right now.

“Can we just walk around for a bit?” Dan asked.

“Sure!” Phil was bouncing on his toes, already ready to move.

Dan wondered if he was as thrumming with nervous energy as Dan was. “Lead the way, then.”

Phil knew his way through Manchester better than he let on, pointing out a few shops and landmarks he recognized along their walk. “There’s so much to do here. We’ll have to come back sometime.”

Dan absentmindedly agreed. It was nice, the thought that this would happen again. That he could come back. That Phil didn’t seem to hate him yet.

Dan almost missed the apple store when they walked past, but he saw it out of the corner of his eye and stopped. “Wait,” he said, “I want to post a selfie.”

“Ooh,” Phil said. “Good idea.” He opened the door and gestured for Dan to follow him.

They got lucky when they were immediately able to snag a free laptop. Phil opened photobooth and messed with his hair in the camera. Dan did his best to straighten out his hair, and struck a pose.

Phil put on a (ridiculous) facial expression and took a photo.

Dan stepped up to take a look. “Wait,” he said, stepping back. “My hair looks wrong. Can we retake it?”

Phil rolled his eyes, but stepped back into his pose to take a new picture.

About 20 pictures later, they had finally taken one Dan was satisfied with. He logged into his dailybooth account quickly, doing his best to ignore the line of people growing behind him.

“There,” he said, pressing post and logging out of his account.

He did his best not to make eye contact with anyone in the line behind them as they left the apple store.

They found a bench in a nearby park and spent the next few hours people watching, making up stories about the people they saw.

“She’s in an unhappy marriage,” Dan whispered. “She’s having an affair with him.” He pointed to the man across the playground from her, where her daughter was playing.

Phil took a bite of the sandwich he had bought from a nearby cafe. “Does her daughter know?”

“Of course not, Phil. She’s like, five.”

“Just hoping for maximum drama,” Phil said around another mouthful of sandwich.

Dan grimaced. “Stop chewing with your mouth open. It’s gross.”

Phil swallowed. “Your mum’s gross.”

Dan hit Phil on the back. “Take that back.”

“You first.”

“No.”

“Then I guess we’ll just have to agree to disagree.” Phil looked almost sad.

Dan snorted. “Let’s disagree to disagree.”

“How does that work?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t put much thought into it yet.”

Phil laughed, taking the last bite out of his sandwich and brushing a few crumbs out of his lap.

Dan checked the time. “Is there anything else you want to do before we go back to your place?”

“Well,” Phil said. “I, uh. Have a reservation for after dinner.”

“A reservation?” Dan looked down at his clothes. He hoped it wasn’t too nice.

“The sky bar,” Phil said. “I don’t know if you know it, I’m sorry, I-”

Phil looked so anxious. “No,” Dan said, doing his best to sound reassuring. “It’s fine, just… unexpected.”

Phil smiled in relief. “We should get going if we’re going to make it on time.”

When they got to the sky bar, Dan looked at the menu and tried not to panic at the prices.

“I’ll pay,” Phil said quietly. “Don’t worry about it.”

That only made things slightly better.

Phil must have noticed that the worry didn’t fall from his face, because he tried to reassure Dan again. “Really, it’s fine. Get whatever you want.”

Dan nodded, but he scanned the menu for the cheapest items and ordered those anyway. Phil had just graduated uni; he wasn’t exactly rolling in money, and Dan didn’t want to feel like any more of a burden on him than he already did.

It didn’t matter. His drink tasted incredible.

“Is it alright?” Phil asked, still anxious.

“It’s perfect,” Dan said. It was. The sun was beginning to set, and the view from this high up was beautiful. The view next to him was even prettier.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, staring out the windows and watching the sun bathe everything in a warm, golden glow.

Dan reached for Phil’s hand under the table. Phil reached back.

***

It was dark when they boarded the bus back to Rossendale. The bus was nearly empty, but they chose two seats in the back, as far away from everyone else as possible.

“Busses are weird.” Dan yawned.

Phil giggled. “It’s not even late. Are you tired?”

Dan glared. “Shut up.”

Phil stuck out his tongue. “Make me.”

Dan hoped his face wasn’t as red as it felt. “Shut up,” he managed to squeak out.

Phil sat back in his seat, smiling in satisfaction.

“Shut up,” Dan whined, poking him.

“You sound like a broken record. Do you say anything other than shut up?”

“Shut-” Dan stopped. “Yes,” he insisted.

Phil smirked. “Prove it.”

“I’ve said so many things other than shut up today.”

Phil shrugged. “If you say so.”

“I do.” Dan leaned back into his seat, trying to project confidence.

Phil shrugged again. “I believe you,” he said, with the air of someone who absolutely did not believe the person they were talking to.

Dan sighed, and changed the subject. “How long is the ride?”

“About half an hour, hopefully,” Phil said.

His train ride had been much longer than that. He could survive this. Especially with Phil with him.

“I met a boy on the train once, you know,” Phil said, startling Dan out of his thoughts.

Dan looked up, slightly confused. Why was Phil telling him about some other boy? “You did?”

“Yeah,” Phil laughed. “He was really cute, too. We spent the whole train ride talking, and it turned out he actually lived really close by. This was when I was in uni. But anyway, at the end, he asked me for my number, so I gave it to him, and then-” Phil paused to hide his face.

“Then what?” Dan asked, perplexed.

“I texted him,” Phil said, muffled.

“What’d you say?”

“I asked him if he was asking me out,” Phil said, still with his face hidden in his arms.

“Was he?” Dan asked, though he suspected the answer by now.

“No,” Phil whined, lifting his head up. “He wasn’t. He was straight.”

Dan couldn’t help a horrified giggle.

“It’s not funny,” Phil said, though a smile was starting to peek through his carefully composed sulk.

Dan wanted to stop laughing, he really did, but he just couldn’t. His giggle grew until it was the dumb hyena laugh he always felt self-conscious of, but with Phil sitting next to him, he didn’t mind.

Phil was starting to laugh a little bit too. He buried his head in Dan’s shoulder to hide it. “You’re the worst.” He landed a half-hearted punch on Dan’s ribs.

Dan just laughed harder. “That’s awful, oh my god.”

“So stop laughing!” Phil whined.

Dan finally managed to quiet his laugh. “It’s a good thing, though, really. Because now you have me instead of stupid bus boy.”

“You’re so much better than stupid bus boy,” Phil whispered, reaching for Dan’s hand to give it a quick, reassuring squeeze.

The warmth of his hands lingered even after they were gone.

***

Phil’s house was dark and quiet when they finally arrived. Dan didn’t know what else he had expected. Phil’s parents weren’t home; that was the whole reason he was visiting right now.

Dan declined politely when Phil asked if he wanted a full house tour, instead choosing to dump his backpack on Phil’s bedroom floor without asking first. He thought, halfway through doing it, that maybe he should have checked first, but Phil didn’t seem to mind, so he just left it.

Phil’s bedroom looked different than it did on Skype. Less grainy.

Phil dropped himself onto his bed, gesturing for Dan to follow him. “Wanna play some music?”

“Sure,” Dan said, sitting down next to Phil. “Queen, probably, it’s the least we can do to thank them for bringing us together.”

Phil laughed. “Not because they’re good?”

“No. Just because gay.”

“Freddie Mercury would be proud,” Phil said.

“He probably would be,” Dan admitted.

“What song?”

Dan thought about it a bit, chewing at the inside of his lip. “Somebody To Love,” he finally said.

Phil grinned. “Excellent choice.”

“Thank you,” Dan said, basking in the glow of Phil’s approval as the piano started playing. “I can play this on piano, you know.”

“You can?”

“Yeah. I can play most Queen songs.”

Phil tilted his head. “You’ll have to show me sometime.”

“But you don’t have a keyboard.”

Phil tilted his head. “Guess I’ll have to visit you sometime.”

Dan couldn’t help the nervous thrill that ran through his stomach. “A shame, really. You have no other option.”

“I’ll survive.”

Dan hummed along to the chorus.

Phil poked him. “Just humming? Coward.”

Dan startled. “What?”

“I want to hear you sing.” Phil’s eyes were twinkling with the slightest bit of mischief.

“No. Absolutely not.” Dan crossed his arms.

“Fine,” Phil said. “I guess I’m going to have to sing myself.”

“That’s almost worse,” Dan said.

Phil pouted. “I’m a great singer.”

“I’m sure.”

Phil began to sing along, his voice warbling.

“Shush,” Dan said. “I want to hear Freddie Mercury.”

Phil sighed, but switched to dramatically lip syncing instead.

“Much better,” Dan said, trying to control his facial expression so Phil couldn’t tell that he was being a little bit cute right now.

Phil’s performance was so over the top it was honestly funny, until he reached the end of the song. He sang along, softly this time, looking directly at Dan in a way that gave him goosebumps.

Dan couldn’t help but look away.

“How was my performance?” Phil asked.

“It was alright,” Dan said, leaning back on his elbows.

“Oh yeah?”

Dan sat back up. “Not too relatable, though.”

“Why not?”

“I’ve already found somebody to love,” Dan said, smiling at Phil.

“Really,” Phil said, teasing. “Who?”

Dan felt his cheeks warm. “You probably don’t know him. He goes to a different school,” he managed.

Phil laughed. “I like you too.”

Dan didn’t think it was even possible for his cheeks to be any warmer. “I guess you’re kind of cool too.”

“Shut up,” Phil said, pulling Dan closer.

“Make me,” Dan said.

“Okay,” Phil said, promptly kissing him.

Dan shut up for quite a while after that.

#my writing #phanfic #phanfiction #prb #2009!phan

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hartigays · 4 years

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How about #9 as a prompt, please? Maybe something post Starcourt??

9. “I missed you so much.”

every second leading up to steve knocking on the apartment door that looms before him was, initially, filled with excitement. but now that steve is finally here, soon to be face-to-face with the person who’s only lived in his dreams for the past year and a half, he hesitates.

it’s just nerves, but it feels like it’s eating away at steve’s core. leaving him exposed and raw, like a nerve.

what if things are different? what if nothing feels the same? what if steve’s dreams are better than reality? there are too many questions in need of answers. but steve doesn’t have the luxury of taking another few months to figure them out.

so he knocks.

steve takes a deep breath, steeling himself. willing his hands to stop shaking and his heart to stop feeling like it’s beating in his throat. it takes a moment, but finally he hears the sound of distant footsteps, growing closer and closer until the door swings open.

it isn’t billy. steve doesn’t know whether he should feel relieved, or concerned.

“you must be steve,” the woman in the doorway says, giving steve a dazzling smile.

it’s then that steve is confronted with recognition. she has the same smile as billy, the same bright blue eyes and sharp jawline.

she has to be billy’s mother, sandy. the person steve knows only through stories and shared memories. the person who had to leave billy behind years ago, when neil fought dirty for custody and painted her as some sort of evil criminal, stripping her of her parental rights.

billy is 18 now. billy can live with whoever the fuck he wants. billy is here, now, in california. and this is billy’s mother, the person he never should’ve been taken from, giving steve a smile bright enough to rival the sun.

steve isn’t expecting the swell of emotion that bubbles up inside of him. it has him surging forward, flinging his arms around the woman that he’d met mere seconds ago.

it’s a thank you, of sorts. a thank you for coming back, for welcoming billy back into her home, for giving billy a safe place to rest his head while he heals and recovers after the trauma and near-death of starcourt.

for letting billy love whoever he wants, and for letting steve stay here in her home, just for a little while, to love him right back.

“sorry,” steve says when he pulls away, clearing his throat. he wipes his eyes on the back of his hand, stepping back. “didn’t mean to bombard you like that.”

“come in, sweetheart. let’s get you something to drink,” is all sandy says, stepping aside to let steve in. “billy’s just hopped in the shower, he won’t be long.”

steve doesn’t say it, but he’s grateful for the extra time to collect himself. he’d turned into a blubbering mess after speaking little more than two words to billy’s mother - he doesn’t need to fall apart the minute billy walks through the door.

billy has had enough to deal with. it’s the least steve can do to not turn into a gigantic crybaby today.

“was the flight okay?” sandy asks from where she’s rummaging around in the fridge. she returns with a bottle of water a moment later, and steve accepts it gratefully.

“oh, yeah. it was fine,” steve tells her, his leg jiggling nervously. he’s seated at one of the barstools at the kitchen counter, his elbows resting on the cool marble. “getting a cab here from the airport was the hardest part.”

sandy chuckles, nodding. “i imagine so. sounds like your flight came in at one of the busiest times of the day.”

steve just smiles. he picks at the label on his water bottle, trying to come up with something to say. nothing seems to fit, but in the end he goes with, “i, uh. i want to thank you for letting me stay here for a bit. with billy, and - um. and stuff. i know that it’s not - it’s not usual. but i appreciate it a lot.”

“everything and nothing is usual. it’s just a matter of perspective, or circumstance,” sandy says. she huffs out a soft laugh when steve just blinks. “billy can love whoever he wants. it doesn’t bother me one bit - i just want my son to be happy. i think you and i are alike in that respect.”

“has he been?” steve asks, relief flooding through him, warm and comforting. “happy, i mean?”

“he’s been well. healing. he misses you, though. i think he mentions it about five times a day,” sandy says, a small smile playing on her lips. “writing to you has helped him take some important steps in his recovery.”

“i’ve kept them all, the letters. didn’t know if i’d ever get to come out here,” steve explains, his voice soft. “it was nice to have that little piece of him while he was gone.”

“not gone, just a little out of reach.”

steve whirls around at the sound of billy’s voice, accidentally knocking his water bottle onto the floor in the process. it spills all over the counter and the hardwood, and steve curses.

“shit- i mean, sorry, that wasn’t- i didn’t mean to do that,” steve says, rushing to find something to soak up the water with.

sandy just shakes her head, resting a hand on his shoulder. “go on, i’ll take care of this. it’s just water, honey, don’t worry about it.”

billy is standing in the entrance to the hallway, leaning against the wall with a fond smile on his face. steve gives sandy a grateful look, before moving around the counter to put himself directly in front of billy.

it isn’t until they’re in billy’s room, with the door cracked at sandy’s request, that steve pounces. he has billy in his arms in a split-second, burying his face in billy’s hair and breathing in deep.

“i missed you so much,” steve mumbles, his voice muffled and strands of billy’s hair getting stuck to his tongue.

“missed you too, princess.”

billy smells like the beach. like coconut shampoo and sunscreen and saltwater, even after his shower. he’s squeezing steve tightly, and steve knows it means that billy has missed him just as much.

they stand there for a long time, holding each other. it doesn’t feel right to speak, so neither of them do. they just cling to each other like their each other’s lifelines, their hearts beating in sync.

“do you want to sit down?” billy asks after a while, rubbing soothing circles onto steve’s back.

“no, i want- ” steve stops short, pulling back just enough to look into billy’s eyes.

then, he’s kissing billy with enough force to make them both sway a little. billy nearly topples over and steve eases up, but their lips never separate. steve kisses billy desperately, chasing the taste of weed and nicotine and toothpaste on his tongue. billy kisses him back just as desperately, one hand grabbing a fistful of steve’s hair, the other holding steve steady by the small of his back.

“you know, we could’ve done that sitting down,” billy says when they break apart, panting just as hard as steve. but he’s grinning from ear to ear, and steve is suddenly struck by just how much he looks like his mom.

“didn’t want to wait,” steve murmurs, leaning in to press another kiss to billy’s lips, this one quick, but tender.

then steve pulls away, taking a moment to look around the room. he’d been in billy’s room in hawkins once before when neil was out of town, but it’d felt like it belonged to someone else. there were posters of women in bikinis everywhere, playboys stacked on almost every surface, beer cans crushed and tossed around the room, almost like they were staged that way.

here, steve feels like he’s resting comfortably in billy’s mind. there are still posters hung up, but they’re of the movies steve knows are billy’s favorites. billy’s got two big bookshelves, filled top to bottom with worn books that have steve’s lips twitching into a soft smile when he spots them.

there’s also a hell of a lot of art all over the place, hanging on his walls and even tacked up on his ceiling. all pieces steve knows billy painted or drew himself, because whenever he and billy were alone, billy’s nose would always be buried in some sketchbook or another. he’s always struck by billy’s talent, rendered speechless at the depth to it all.

steve spots a small drawing resting on billy’s nightstand, propped up against his lamp. it’s a simple piece done in black ink, but steve can’t see what it’s of until he steps closer. his breath catches in his throat when he sees that it’s a sketch of him, perched on the hood of the beemer, smiling with a cigarette in hand.

“you drew me?” steve asks, picking up the drawing and cradling it delicately in his hands.

“i draw you a lot,” billy says, shrugging. he comes up behind steve and wraps his arms around his middle, hooking his chin over steve’s shoulder. “i can show you the rest later, but first you have to let me draw you again. it’s been a while.”

billy doesn’t let steve go, but he does maneuver around him to open the drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a faded polaroid. it’s the photo billy’s drawing is based on, and the memory of the night it was taken hits steve like a train.

they’d been out at the quarry, drinking beer and smoking, shooting the shit. the sun was starting to set, and steve knew they were days away from graduating and everything was about change. he remembers his heart feeling so heavy he thought it might fall right out of him. but billy had been all smiles, staring at steve as he leaned up against the beemer, the sun setting behind him.

billy had said something stupid to make steve laugh, and the moment steve smiled billy had taken the shot. the memory has steve smiling down at the polaroid, his smile a little watery.

“i can’t believe you kept this,” steve says, twisting a little in billy’s hold to try and look at him. “it feels like this was so long ago.”

“i carry it around everywhere,” billy tells him, pressing a gentle kiss to steve’s shoulder. “carry these in my wallet, too.”

billy digs in his pocket and pulls out his wallet, producing a torn photo strip. it’s from the time they’d taken pictures in the photobooth at starcourt, before all the pain and devastation that came soon after. the booth had only printed one set, so billy took half, and steve took the other.

“i ever tell you that you’re kind of a softie?” steve jokes.

billy huffs a soft laugh, unwinding himself from around steve so he can take his hand and pull him towards the bed. he flops backwards onto it, and pats the spot next to him. steve curls up next to him immediately, resting his head on billy’s chest.

steve hears the click of billy’s lighter, and smells the smoke soon after. the window behind them is cracked, and steve can only hear the sound of the ocean crashing against the shore, seagulls, and billy’s soft breathing. he passes steve the cigarette a moment later and steve accepts it gratefully, taking a long drag.

“how long can you stay?” billy asks after several beats of silence, taking the cigarette from steve’s outstretched hand.

“‘bout a week. that’s all they’d let me take off,” steve sighs. “wish i could stay forever.”

“wish you could too,” billy says, his voice almost inaudible.

steve tilts his head up, pressing a kiss to the underside of billy’s jaw. “one day. i promise. i’ll be here to stay.”

billy just combs his fingers through steve’s hair, humming softly. they end up falling asleep like that once the cigarette is finished, dozing off to the sounds of the ocean and the city, the evening breeze ruffling their hair. but not before steve looks up at billy one last time, struck dumb by how much he loves him.

and for the first time in a long time, everything just feels right.

#thanks for the request nonnie! i love me some post-starcourt feels 💜💜💜#harringrove #my fics #ask #anon

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magpiemorality · 4 years

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Roceit or analogical 8 -xaime

8: dancing at a masquerade

Why not both?

AO3

***

The theme of Homecoming was Masquerade. Roman had been going on and on about how romantic and mysterious and sexy it was going to be, as though they weren’t still going to be the same sweaty, awkward teenagers in the same sweaty, cold gym hall, wearing clothes they’d spent too much money on and masks that didn’t remotely hide who anyone was.

Virgil had his doubts about it, okay? “I can’t believe you convinced me to go to this...” He grumbled as he finished buttoning up his blue suit jacket. His formal shoes were a little uncomfortable but he had to admit the mask was pretty fun, covering almost all of his face apart from the bottom left quarter in a Phantom of the Opera style that he’d made himself.

In all fairness the the mask thing had been a stroke of genius. They had a pretty good year group for getting on board with gimmicks- growing up on too many Hollywood teen movies would do that- so instead of all giving up and barely trying it seemed the mystery of who would be wearing what mask had lured them all in. Virgil didn’t even know what Roman would be wearing yet, although he would find out soon enough when it came time to leave.

“You are so excited, don’t try and deny it!” Roman snorted, finishing his makeup at his vanity. So apparently his would reveal a bit more than Virgil’s, it seemed. “Besides, this is your chance to dance with whoever you want to and no one will know. Isn’t that cool?!”

Ugh. “Sure, cool...” Virgil sighed. He only really wanted to dance with one person, and he wasn’t sure they were even going. Logan had a thing about frivolity, and school dances were just peak frivolous, really. He didn’t need to wonder who Roman was hoping to dance with; he’d been listening to his friend catalogue everything about Devon, Logan’s Valedictorian rival, in order to be sure he’d recognise him even with a mask, for almost a month. It would be creepy if he didn’t have insider knowledge (kept carefully from Roman) that Devon was not opposed to this attention whatsoever. Still a bit creepy though, but Roman fancied himself in love, so he was past caring.

The gym didn’t look half bad when they arrived an hour later. It was strung with big draping cloth that brought the height of the ceiling down and transformed the space into something a lot more magical than they’d expected. Roman nearly squealed at the sight, his eyes glinting in excitement through his own venetian style mask which- as Virgil had guessed- had a little extra space around the eyes for him to show his makeup off.

The photobooth queue was rammed, so they slipped past and over to the drinks bar to get some soda punch, for that tooth-rotting sugar high that was so sorely needed for nights like this. Some blessed student had apparently argued for snacks and food to be served too, because there were hot dogs and various other party foods on the table next to the drinks. Virgil had two; Roman’s ‘Get Ready Schedule’ hadn’t included dinner.

Even the music was good, a fun mix of old classical music and well mixed tunes. No DJ in sight, so probably Spotify coming through there, and really, Virgil thought, the planning committee deserved an award for this one.

“I can’t see him yet, do you think he’s here? Should I go look? Maybe we should dance...” Roman muttered, craning his head this way and that to look for Devon.

“Dance to this? I wouldn’t know how to dance to this if my life depended on it,” Virgil replied, downing the second hot dog and speaking as he chewed. Carefully! He wasn’t an animal. Roman still wrinkled his nose at the display and held his hands out, pulling his friend onto the dancefloor. Oh right- he’d done some kind of old fashioned musical over summer break and probably did know what he was doing.

“So you just glide and then step and step and- no, ow, but close I guess-”

The time flew by as the two friends larked about to the music. Roman tried his best but Virgil was hard to teach, and the sugar was already kicking in and making them both giggle when someone stopped next to them to cut in. Roman’s eyes went wide when he heard the voice.

“May I steal your teacher away, my friend?” Devon asked, the gold silk of his mask shining under the lights. It only covered the top half of his face and his perfectly white teeth glinted as he smiled and Roman nearly flat out fainted as he was pulled away.

They did make a great couple, Virgil thought to himself. He sat at a nearby table, contenting himself with people watching. Devon was the right height to complement Roman’s equally long legs, gliding them in a simple but graceful waltz around and even attempting a spin at one stage that ended with them pressed a lot closer than before. Virgil knew he’d be hearing all about what they looked like they were enthusiastically discussing for the next week at least.

“Is this seat taken?” He jumped, not expecting the interruption near his ear. “My apologies, I did not realise I would startle you.”

Logan. He had come. Virgil gulped and shook his head. “No, no that’s fine. Um, it’s not taken, feel free. I’m just watching uh, the people. Not like, in a creepy way? I just- my friend is dancing with his crush and I wanted to get out of the way and it’s just the two of us-”

“I understand,” Logan nodded. His mask looked to be one of those old Guy Fawkes masks with the mouth cut out, a simple enough effort but pretty striking among the throng of glitter and sequins and bright colours. “So, Phantom, what do you think then?”

“Huh? Oh, me. Phantom. Um, I think it’s pretty cool actually. It looks pretty great for the school gym, you know? Give the committee a raise, I might actually come to the next one too.”

“Absolutely. I’m only here because my friend P- my friend is on that committee. He was very dedicated to making the ah, ‘aesthetic’? Is that the right word?” At Virgil’s nod Logan continued. “But I do find myself charmed by it. Maybe I’ll come back.”

“You should!” Virgil blurted, like the lovesick moron he was. “I mean, then I won’t have to be the kid watching everyone by myself again, you know?”

Logan’s head tilted as he looked closely at him, and Virgil squirmed under the attention, wondering if his identity was being figured out. “Would you like to dance, Phantom?” Wasn’t the next words he’d expected from his neighbour.

Somehow Virgil nodded mutely, taking the proffered hand and standing up with Logan to perform a sort of box-step sway at the edge of the dancers while the music played. At some stage the music changed to the more familiar chart hits, but they just kept on swaying, deep in a discussion about NASA while across the room Roman and Devon were engrossed in the music, making up their own routines and shouting along to the songs they recognised with everyone else.

Roman was going to be insufferable after how well the night had turned out, but Virgil couldn’t bring himself to care, not with this payoff.

Worth it.

#writepie #roceit #analogical #ts virgil #ts roman #ts deceit #ts logan #ts writing #ts sanders sides #ts sanders sides aus #ts sanders sides fic #sanders sides #high school homecoming

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kaalamarii · 4 years

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MC’s Totally Rad 80s Party

I haven’t written in years and my new obsession with Obey Me + not working=me attempting to write again. Also new to tumblr and don’t know wtf I’m doing.

Summary: You’re feeling homesick and the boys throw a party for you.

Pairing: None yet. This is just the prologue and then each demon will have their own part. Like a Choose Your Own Adventure sort of deal, I guess?

Word Count: 2339

Warnings: Set before Belphie’s out of the attic.Talk of sex, talk of alcohol. General cheesiness. Probably some swearing b/c I’m a potty mouth. I’m also the CEO of Run On Sentences. 2nd person pov/female mc, also a random OC that is mentioned (from mc/your life pre devildom)

As much as you’d hate to admit it, you were having fun in Devildom.

At first, you felt nervous, scared, not knowing what to expect. But somehow the six demon brothers had wormed their way into your heart and you had developed a soft spot for each of them. And you knew the feelings were mutual. You knew that no matter how much they insulted you, picked on you, that they all cared for you.

It was surprisingly comforting, you thought. Though you knew any of them could easily kill you, you felt safe around them. They didn’t feel like predators, but protectors.

Still, a part of you missed the human world. You missed your phone, your family, your friends. The human world was, well, home.

The homesick feeling sunk in on one particular night as you were bored and organizing your room and found an old invitation smashed and crumpled in the pocket of the jeans you were wearing the night you got to Devildom. Unraveling it, you smile.

“Come to Lizzie’s Totally Rad 80’s Party! Costume contest, photobooths, and lots and lots of booze and amazing food.”

You sighed. You had known Lizzie since the first grade, and although you had drifted apart since becoming young adults, the two of you always had a bond. You had been looking forward to that party. You had a super cute Madonna costume all carefully pieced together and had the perfect gift for Lizzie.

You laid back on your bed with the invitation still in your hand, wondering what everyone back at home was doing and whether or not they were worried about you. Where did they think you were? You made a mental note to ask Lucifer about it later.

Your thoughts are interrupted by an obnoxious pound on your door. “Yo, MC! Open up! The Great Mammon is here to spend time with you!”

You both rolled your eyes and chuckled at the needy demon friend of yours before getting up to let him in.

“You know,” you say, “you don’t have to knock so loudly.”

Mammon scoffed, waving his hand at you, “Yeah, yeah.”

He made his way over to your bed, sitting down at the edge. “I’m bored. What’re ya up to in here?”

“Just doing some re-organizing.”

“Oi,” the second born said with a sigh. “That’s definitely not going to kill my boredom.”

You shook your head with a smile as you finished putting some things up. Mammon picked up the invitation on the bed and read it. He looked at you. “Where’d you get this?”

“It was in my pocket when I got here. It’s for a friend’s party from back at home.”

“Did you go?”

“I didn't have a chance to,” you say with a frown, looking over the invitation again. “She gave me this and the next day I was here.”

Mammon looks at you while you scan the flyer, noticing your sadness.

“But it’s okay,” you continue. “Lizzie has a lot of other friends, so it’s not like she’ll be missing out not having me there.”

“But you missed out,” Mammon replied.

“Yeah, well, there will be other parties.”

You’re playing off your disappointment, but Mammon could see through it. He knew the look well, having disappointed many people many times. Still, he didn’t press it. He wasn’t so good with all that, and what if you started crying? He would not know how to handle that.

“I should go,” he said awkwardly. “You’re being all weird.”

You nodded, his blunt comment not bothering you much. You were used to it and knew it was him covering up his softness for you.

What you didn’t notice was Mammon stuffing the paper into his pocket as he left your room.

“I wanted to run an idea by you all. Something for MC,” Mammon told his brothers the next day at school when MC wasn’t around.

“Yes, I agree,” Asmo said, not even bothering to listen to Mammon’s idea was, “That girl needs some slap and tickle, if you know what I mean.”

The others all gave the Avatar of Lust a blank look.

“You know, the mattress mambo, bumping uglies, playing hide the salami, riding the flagpole, the down and dirty, boning…”

“What the hell?!” Levi cried, hands going up to cover his ears.

Satan snickered.

Asmo continued, “knocking boots, making love, if that’s your thing. Oh! And then there’s eating out, eating ass…ugh. You all are such prudes.”

“Hmm, eating,” Beel said, the rest of the words in the crude list quickly forgotten as he held a hand to his stomach. “I’m starving.”

“Okay, STOP!” Mammon said, frowning. “That’s not what I’m talking about...and nobody will be doing that with MC.”

“Nobody but you, huh, Mammon?” Asmo said, nudging his brother with his elbow.

“NO! Why would you say that? I’d never be with a lowly human like that!”

“Except MC, right?” Levi teased his already embarrassed brother.

Asmo smiled dreamily. “I’d do delightfully dirty things to MC.”

“First of all, no you wouldn’t. Second of all, why are we still talking about this? This is what I came to you for.” The Avatar of Greed slammed the flyer down on the table before all his brothers. “MC was invited to this party and never got to go because she came here. I think we should have our own 80s party at the House of Lamentation.”

Asmo was the first to accept the idea. “Oh! I love the 80s! One of the sexiest decades...tight pants, mini skirts, big hair.”

Leviathan’s face lit up. “The 80s had some awesome anime! It’s when Studio Ghibli started!”

“Nobody cares, Levi,” Mammon replied.

“Nobody cares about you, Mammon! Scumbag.”

“Hey!”

“Does that say amazing food?” Beel spoke up over his arguing brothers. “I’m in!”

“I’m in too,” Satan said, “It’s been a while since we’ve had a party at the house. I know where Lucifer hides the alcohol.”

“Yeah, in the kitchen next to Cerberus' food,” Asmo stated.

“Nah, he moved it,” Beel replied. “It’s not in the kitchen anymore. He moved it once when I found it looking for snacks.”

“Yeah,” Mammon added, “When he confiscated that expensive bottle of tequila I bought in the human world, he put it in the music room.”

“Oh, really?” Lucifer’s voice boomed from behind them, making the five demons jump.

“G’aaah!” Mammon yelped.

“I guess I need to find a new hiding spot then,” Lucifer said, walking over to his brothers. “What is it you all think you need alcohol for?”

Levi handed the invitation to him. “We want to throw a party for MC.”

Lucifer looked over the paper, brows furrowed. “Why?”

“She’s feeling homesick,” Satan explained.

“Ya, she showed me this last night. She seemed all moody, so I thought maybe we could do this for her.” The second eldest told him.

Lucifer picked up the paper, looking it over. The rest of the demons looked up at him, hopeful. “And where would this gathering take place?”

“At home,” Satan replied, receiving a glare from Mammon.

“Hey, Satan, what’s the big idea! I’m the one that came up with the idea. I was up all night plannin’ this!”

“You were up all night planning a party for MC?” Levi teased. “How romantic.”

“Shut up! It’s not romantic!”

The demon brothers started arguing again until Lucifer cleared his throat. “Enough, you two. We can have the party for MC.”

The demons all cheered.

“BUT-”

Their cheers turned into frowns.

“I knew there’d be a but,” Mammon whined.

“No alcohol. Not on a school night. And it’s over by midnight.”

The younger brothers all started protesting.

“This isn’t up for debate…”

More protesting and boos from his brothers.

Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay, I guess we can have some alcohol.”

“Over by 2 am?” Mammon asked, with an award winning smile.

Lucifer sighed. “Fine.”

The group cheered and Lucifer let a smile play upon his lips when the others weren’t looking.

A week later, you were doing homework in your room when your D.D.D. goes off, distracting you. Your eyes flick over to see that Mammon had sent a message to the group chat between the brothers.

(Mammon:) Alright, Beel and Levi have gotten the food. Beel, didn’t eat any of it, did he?

(Levi:) Food’s safe.

(Mammon:) Okay, good. Asmo, Satan, you two got the decorations?

(Satan:) Yep, got everything.

(Asmo:) Remember there’s a costume contest! Though we all know I’m going to win it.

(Levi:) No way! I’m going to win it! Diavolo is giving out Grimm as the first prize and I’m going to win it so I can get the new Ruri-chan figurine!

(Lucifer:) How does Diavolo know about this party and when did he become part of the planning?

(Levi:) He overheard us talking about it at RAD and got excited. He just kinda sat down and started planning stuff with us. Apparently some of his favorite music and movies from the human world are from the 1980s.

(Lucifer:) Okay, we need to change some of the rules of this party then.

(Mammon:) ugh

...What the hell? Nobody had mentioned a party to you…

And why were they talking about the 80s? Wait. you got up, searching for the invitation for your friend’s party. Where did it go?

D.D.D. again. This time a chat between all brothers excluding Lucifer.

(Satan:) We need to get some booze. The invitation says booze.

(Levi): He’s not going to let you all drink with Diavolo around.

(Satan:) Yeah, I know. That’s why we’re going to find whatever is lying around the house and spike the punch bowl.

(Asmo:) ❤❤❤

(Asmo:) This party is going to be amazing! I hope MC will like it.

(Mammon:) Of course she will! Our parties are way better than any stupid human parties!

(Satan:) How would you know, Mammon? Like you’ve been to any parties in the human world.

(Levi:) Lolololol

(Mammon:) Hey! I’ve been to tons of human world parties!

(Levi:) Sure, you have.

You couldn’t help the grin that took over your face as you reread the messages over and over. The boys were throwing a party...for you. You thought back to the night you were feeling homesick. Mammon actually listened to you complain about missing your friend’s party! And they’ve seen the invitation.

You immediately open up the Akuzon app, hunting down pieces for your costume. An 80s party for you, thrown by your favorite demon guys? Asmo was right... this was going to be amazing.

At breakfast the next morning, you try to act surprised as the demon brothers sit down one by one, all smiles and hand you a white envelope with your name printed neatly on it.

“What’s this?” You ask, pretending you don’t already know.

“Open it,” Mammon replied, a twinkle in his eyes.

You turn the envelope over and gently rip it open. You pull out a folded sheet of paper that was literally a copy of your invitation to Lizzie’s party, except Lizzie’s name was crossed out and your name was sloppily written above it. The date and time was also crossed out and rewritten. ‘Booze’ had a question mark drawn on after it, which was also crossed out with a ‘NO’ beside it.

“Surprise!” The boys howled.

You felt tears gathering in your eyes.

They all slowly, one by one lost their smiles.

“Aw, man,” Levi whined. “She hates it! I told you the invitation was stupid, Mammon!”

“Hey! I didn’t see any of you assholes trying to make up an invitation!”

“Cause you just had to be the one to do it! And now you’ve made her cry,” Levi argued. “Idiot!”

Asmo shook his head. “Drop dead, Mammon.”

“Guys,” you speak up, wiping your face with your sleeve. “These are happy tears, okay? I love it.”

Their smiles return.

“I can’t believe you all did this for me. For demons, y’all are pretty sweet.” You got up, giving each one a hug. “Also, I’m going to slay all of you in the costume contest.”

You felt nervous as you got ready for the party. You tried to calm yourself as you teased and sprayed your hair a bit before tying a headband over it. You lined your eyes with black and added some colored eyeshadow. The outfit itself consisted of a black miniskirt and a couple belts over lace tights and a sheer shirt with a black bra underneath. And of course, lace black gloves with lots and lots of bracelets and necklaces.

You checked yourself out in the mirror, confident and self conscious at the same time. You wondered to yourself how the boys would react seeing you like this.

It’s not like you hadn’t shown skin around them before, and you admitted to yourself that you liked the way they all looked at you when you wore something revealing. Even your RAD uniform didn’t keep much to the imagination when you sat down and it rode up your thighs. And you had caught more than one of the guys ogling you as you walked around the house in your pjs, which usually consisted of short shorts and a tank top.

The sound of loud music echoing through the house and bass rattling the room pulled you from your thoughts. You smiled, eager to see how your boys dressed up and decorated.

You couldn’t get that smile to leave as you stepped into the dining room and saw all the decorations. Neon greens, yellows, blues, and pinks glowed under black light.Colored streamers hung from the ceiling and the table and walls were adorned with various 80s pop culture; posters of John Hughes movies, records and cassette tapes, Rubix Cubes, Trolls, and Pac-Man. “Never Gonna Give You Up” by Rick Astley blared from giant speakers.

You felt herself blushing as she looked around the room in awe...they put so much work into this. For you.

You scanned the room, searching through the room of your scattered friends until you set your eyes on the one you wanted to go to first...

Masterlist

Mammon Satan Lucifer Levi Beel Asmo Belphie

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me mc #obey me leviathan #obey me diavolo #obey me fanfic #obey me swd #obey me fanfiction #obey me main character

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kpopchangedmylife44 · 4 years

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Ateez - wedding thread

Part 2: maknae line

Part 1: hyung line

San

Proposal:

he would care really deeply about you and loves you to bits

you both attended a wedding of your best friends

during this wedding San developed the urge to marry you one day

he wanted you to be together with him for a lifetime

since that day, he havent’t gotten the idea out of his mind

when you were both cuddling on the couch, he couldn’t wait any longer

,,Will you marry me?“

you were a little shocked about his question, but happily said yes

he didn’t want to ask you without preparation and feels a little overwhelmed about his loss of control

plans a grand gesture to make it up to you and give you a proper engagement ring

60, invites all of your family members and friends

San writes really emotional invitation letters, where you can just feel the love between you two

Outfit:

silk or velvet suit in blue or lilac colors with a pattern and applications

a little bit extra, but suits him really well

Wedding ring:

a gold ring with a small stone and your initials

Photography:

would love to have a lot of behind the scenes pictures

wants to film your wedding dance

a quick photoshoot in your outfits and a fun photobooth

Venue: outside of the city near a forest, a building with high ceilings

you both talk to a wedding planner about the decoration

the ceremony would be in the building, but your first dance takes place in the forest, which is beautifully decorated with fairy lights

Flowers: hyacinths in all colors (especially lilac, pink and beige tones)

Colors of the decoration: you settle with purple (Sans voice) and white decoration

Music: would sing a slow love song for you, also makes Jongho sing several songs with a piano, for the party you hire one of your favorite bands

On the wedding day

San would be really sentimental (see Treasure film, where he sat on the couch in the dark)

a little bit nervous, but more on the emotional side

Wooyoung is his best man and he would also be in charge of handing San the handkerchiefs

Yunho tries to comfort San, but joins the crying mess (and Wooyoung is overwhelmed, so Yeosang needs to calm everybody down in his matter of fact way)

before the ceremony, he calls you to ask how you’re doing, although he is still a mess

the moment he sees you, he would be crying once again, because he is just so full of happiness

before the real wedding kiss, he kisses your hand and than holds it for the whole ceremony

your wedding vows would basically kill his heart

after the ceremony he would drown you in compliments and say how much he loves you

tells everyone how wonderful you look and how lucky he is to have found his soulmate

would dance really softly (his demon is on vacation) and clings on you the whole day

you would come up with the idea for the dance and it would express your relationship and personalities perfectly

smiles the whole day and you can see his dimples all the time

Shiber would sit somewhere and watch his best friend marry the love of his life (no, you’re crying) and the guests would take pictures with him

Mingi

Proposal

he basically wanted you to marry him since you went on your second date

after the last show of the world tour he is so happy to finally spend more time with you

when you’re eating in a restaurant where a couple got engaged just in front of you, he’s like ,,I really would like to marry you, too“

you would be a little hesitant and wonder if you heard it correctly, but he would repeat it even louder and looks you straight into your eyes asking you properly

after you say yes, he is a mess and cuddles into your side

would later make you a second proposal, because you deserve something more special

so he prepared a speech and a live band and it really warms your heart how much effort he put into this

Guests

around 60: at first you couldn’t decide if you wanted a larger wedding, but the list of people he knows is so long, that you had to shorten the guest list

Outfit

a dark colored suit (dark blue or red) with some accessoires)

Wedding ring

a gold ring without a gem stone, but engraved details

Venue: a more modern building in the city

the location is in a city, but has a large glass wand, so it feels closer to nature

has a small garden outside

colors of the decoration: red or purple with golden accents

flowers: heather in light purple, pink and white tones

music: a live band at the beginning, later a DJ with a lot of songs you can dance to

Photography

wouldn’t be a priority for you

a quick shoot with a photographer and someone who films the ceremony

but for the rest of the day you depend on the photos your friends and family took and you like the more authentic feel of them

On the wedding day

he’s a mess and needs Yunho (his best man) to calm him down

Yunho is doing his best and jokes around and makes sure that everything is going smoothly and you both are really grateful for him

the nervosity drops completely when he sees you and you’re smiling at him

as long as you’re with him everything will be fine

after the ceremony he kisses your hand and smiles fondly at the ring and you

,,I can’t believe we’re finally married“ and you just wrap him into a hug, while he swipes away a few tears

during the wedding dance he smiles so much, that he barely sees his moves

the rest of the day is really fun and nothing feels pressured or uncomfortable

Wooyoung

Proposal

was actually never that much into marriage until he met you

he likes the idea of spending your life together and becoming this old adorable couple your grandparents were

Wooyoung would come up with some crazy ideas like going sky diving together and proposing in the sky, but his friends (aka Ateez) would need to calm him down

very excited for the proposal, barely holds it together and would almost tell you many times

the proposal takes place on a rooftop and he prepared everything himself

the decoration is really out there

it’s sparkly and everywhere are fairy lights (straight out of a K-Drama)

you start the evening with some food and then dance to your favorite songs

by the time he asks you the question, he’s calm and smiles brightly at you when you say yes (and probably laughs his high pitched laugh after everything)

Guests

at least 100, would invite a lot of people, because you would like to celebrate this day with everyone you know

would ask Yeosang to be his best man in a dramatic way and says several time that they have been friends for 15 years

Outfit

a grey suit with some twist to it (for example a pattern or jewelry)

suit could also be velvet

Wedding ring

silver or gold ring with a rather large gem stone

Venue: you would celebrate at a beach, but there would be a huge pavilion to dance and eat

he was going all out for the proposal, so you can bet your money the wedding will be a lot too (if you don’t like this, you would compromise, otherwise everything is possible)

flowers: palm trees and tropical flowers in all colors

colors of the decoration: green and copper with small white details

music: a live band, who would play your favorite songs and he would lose it at the dance floor (per usual)

Photography

takes a lot of selfies before the whole wedding to make sure that he looks good

a longer shoot on the beach, which would look beautifully

his friends would take unflattering pictures of him (if this is even possible) and later make a meme photobook

On the wedding day

is really nervous but doesn’t want to talk about it

his best man yeosang would understand his behavior and offer him some of his chicken (which basically means that he loves him - and he will never stop loving him, bitch)

Yeosang would also comfort him, that everything will be going smoothly, as they have mastered so many tours together and everything turned out fine

Yeosang also talks to you and makes sure that you’re okay as well

San later joins Wooyoung and pulls him into a tight hug

during the ceremony Wooyoung is a giggling mess, because he can’t comprehend his happiness

San probably cries during the ceremony, because he is so happy for you (but also kind of sad that he isn’t the person to marry wooyoung)

would kiss you way longer than is necessary (and appropriate lol) for a wedding kiss

after the ceremony you guys would sneak away for some quiet minutes

would talk to everyone about how you met and how lucky he feels

you can hear his bright laugh from every corner of the world on this day

Jongho

Proposal:

he knows for a long time that he wants to spend his life with you (basically since the beginning of your relationship)

Jongho is just the sweetest boyfriend and you can’t believe how you both found each other

talks to his friends and family about the proposal, because they are already married and Hongjoong helps Jongho to write a love song for you

he plans the whole proposal in a month and everything goes smoothly, until he wants to ask you to marry him

while he sings the song to you, you already know that he wants to propose to you, so when the words won’t come out, you just look at him and say ,,I would love to marry you“

you can basically communicate without words and Jongho beams at you and holds you tight

Guests:

40, only close family and friends (would also include all of Ateez, since they have been a group for around 10 years)

Outfit:

grey or white suit with silver details

Wedding ring:

silver ring with amethysts

Photography:

would take a lot of pictures himself, especially of you (because he wants to capture every little detail of you that he loves- so basically your whole body)

hired a photographer and talked a lot about what he wants to capture that day

the pictures of your wedding are his treasure (play Ateez treasure)

would look at them every day for his whole life

Venue: an old building with high ceilings, like an opera with a chandelier, Ateez ,,Answer“ music video vibes

you concentrate more on your vows and your guest list than the decoration

the venue would be an important place for you (for example where you first met)

Flowers: orchids in dark red and light pink colors

Colors of the decoration: red and white

Music: would sing a few songs, but you would hire a band for the party

On the wedding day

calm on the outside, but struggling on the inside

speaks to his friends and they calm him down

,,You both love each other, so what can possibly go wrong?“

takes photos to calm down and it works

his breath is away when he sees you

studies your face to see the same happiness, that he expresses

really feels like the happiest man on earth

would make sure that everyone enjoys the day and talks to all the guests, while holding your hand

Jongho would sometimes just stare at you and your wedding ring and let out a sigh of happiness

at the end of the day, there will be an emotional outburst from him and the rest of Ateez; they would happily jump around the dance floor, because they can’t believe how they all found their 2 loves in life: their music and partners

#ateez #atiny #hongjoong #jongho #mingi #san #wooyoung #yeosang #yunho #seonghwa #fluff #wedding #cute #ateez scenario #ateez au #ateez imagine #love

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turtleshorties · 4 years

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TMNT x reader: One more dance

Author's note: I've had this idea for some time now, trying to write it for a while and I finally got it done! Thinking of making this some sort of a one shot series, we shall see how it goes. Hope you like my first writing of 2020! 💙❤️💜🧡

Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT and I do not own you, just my wild imagination.

Warnings: Sort of fluff, with a little tear drop mixed in. Kinda cute. :3 Not proofread!

YN = your name

TN = turtle name

"You look absolutely beautiful, April!" you admired the bride-to-be, your good friend April O'Neil. She stood before the tall mirror in her white wedding dress, hair and makeup done.

She blushed and smiled as she couldn't stop looking in the mirror. "I'm getting married today." she giggled and all her excitement seemed to glow out of her. Then she turned around, walked over to you and sat down next to you on the couch.

"YN, thank you so much for everything. Being my best friend, being by my side and always supporting me." April took your hand in hers. "And thank you for being my maid of honor."

"Of course, it's an honor to be at my best friend's wedding, and be her maid of honor." you remembered the day when April had announced the engagement to you almost one year ago. That day she also asked if you would like to be her maid of honor. "And just like you said, you are like a sister to me."

"You're gonna make me cry, YN." she gushed and her eyes glistening. She was filled with so much emotions as well as happiness.

"No, don't cry, darling." you reassured her as you embraced her in a hug. "Don't ruin your beautiful makeup because of me." you both laughed as you pulled away from the hug.

The room fell silent for a moment. A comforting silence. "Have you seen him yet?" April questioned after a few seconds of silence.

You knew who she was referring to. Him. TN, your ex boyfriend. It ended over one year ago. "No, I haven't seen him yet." you sighed.

"Are you sure you will be okay?" April asked once again. The question she have asked you several times, making sure you in fact are alright about seeing him and attending the same events as him. She knows your history with him, but as both you and him is family to her, she couldn't leave one of you out of such an important day of her life.

You knew he would be there and you had thought about this for a long time, trying to mentally prepare yourself for meeting him again. "I'm fine, April." you reassured her with a sweet smile, as she sent you a look as if asking again. "I promise, I really am fine. I'll be alright."

April offered a soft smile and a hug. "You mean a lot to me, and I want you to feel comfortable too." she whispered softly.

There were light knocking on the door, catching both of your interest. Rebecca Vincent carefully peaked through the lightly opened door.

"Oh my, how beautiful!" the chief of police entered with a smile, closing the door behind her. "Are you ladies ready?"

"Is it time to get in position?" April asked glowing of happiness.

"Yes, it's almost go time. I believe all guests has arrived, Casey is ready and so is the turtles." Rebecca explained.

The turtles. TN.

You have still yet to meet them.

"Guys, I would like to make a toast." Casey cleared his throat, as he poured some Whiskey in the glasses for him and his best men, the turtles. “Today is a big day for April and I.”

The wedding is located to be in the guarden of April’s old family farmhouse right outside New York City, a place that offers them and their guests all the privacy that they would like.

“Yeah, today is the day you’ll grow into a real man.” Vern teased as he walked up to the group, standing in the bar inside the farmhouse, making the turtles snicker and smirk by the teasing comment.

Casey shook his head, but his smile still big as ever. “Very funny, Vern.” he chuckled lightly, pouring another drink for his friend. “Here, let’s make a toast together.”

“Better make it quick, it’s about to start.” Vern said as he accepted the drink.

The guys all raised their glasses, Leo of course taking the lead in the toast. “To April and Casey.”

“To April and Casey!” The rest of the guys cheered as they drank the strong liquid, giving them a burning hot feeling down their throat.

After the toast, the group of men started to walk out of the farmhouse to the garden to their position. The guests, that included their family, friends and a lot of people from the NYPD that were close to them, had found their seats, chatting a little bit together as they waited for the big moment to start.

TN walked next to Vern, stopping him right before getting in his position. “Is she here today?” he asked quietly, referring to you. He already knew you would be here, but he just had to confirm it to be sure.

“Yes, she’s with April right now.” he nodded, also knowing the history between the two of you. “Are you gonna talk to her?”

“If she wants to...” TN whispered sadly, hoping to have the chance to talk to you, to explain himself and more importantly, to apologize.

Vern nodded, but before any of them could continue with the conversation the music started playing and they had to get in their rightful place quick as the wedding was about to start.

As you start to walk down the isle, you see him and he see you. Your eyes lock and it’s the most hypnotizing thing, like it’s just you and him against the world. All the good memories flowing through your mind, as if you fell in love all over again. You walk to the opposite side of the groom and his best men as April starts walking down the isle.

The wedding ceremony went perfectly well, the dinner smoothly and now the party was getting lit. Music playing and people dancing, talking and laughing together. April and Casey really had planned one amazing wedding. You had mingled along the group of guests, talking and dancing. Now you sat down by the bar, with a drink in your hand, just enjoying every moment of the party.

“YN?” a voice you knew all too well. The smooth and husky voice that belongs to him.

You turned around to see TN standing there. A lot of feelings and emotions pumping in your mind and heart right now, not sure exactly how to react.

“Hi.” you smile softly as your eyes lock.

He rubbed the back of his head, trying so hard to find just the right words to say. “I was wondering if we could ta-” he was cut off.

“Ey, TN! Get over here!” Casey shouted from the photobooth. “You can talk to your lover later.” he teased with a smirk.

TN let out a sigh. “I’ll see you around.”

You nodded, trying to process what just happen, taking another sip of your fruity drink, probably needing another strong drink to be able to process this scenario.

It’s several hours into the party and it’s starting to get late. Some people has left and some still wanting to hang around. You had decided to go out to get some fresh air. You had walked down to the river, standing on the bridge that crosses it. The soft breeze brushing over your skin, it was dark so the stars and the moon shined brightly. The sound of the river always had a calming effect on you.

“You know the party is inside, right?” the voice you knew so well asked teasingly. The voice that belonged to him, the bara that once held your heart.

His voice still had that very same effect on you as it used to, sending shivers down your spine and feeling his presence this close again made your heart go wild. Your lips turning into a soft smile, humming in response to his question.

As he stood by your side, you turned to face him. He held out a single rose to you, in the color of his bandana. "It's beautiful. Thank you." you smiled, taking it close to your nose so you could smell the scent.

"You're beautiful." he complimented as he watched you curiously with the rose in your hand, trying his best to not mess up this moment and find the right words to say. "I've missed you."

He studied you closely, nervously waiting for your reaction and response. A lot of thoughts went through your mind in this moment with him.

"If it worked for April and Casey, why couldn't it work for us?" your eyes slowly drifted from the rose and up to the big bara, locking with his eyes.

He let out a sigh, thinking of the time when Shredder and the Footclan attacked the city again, that time was much worse than their previous attacks. "Because the Footclan was starting to target the people that meant the most to us and before they got the chance to find out about you, I.. I..." he closed his eyes, feeling the pain he did when letting you go. "I just wanted to protect you, to keep you safe, I couldn't stand losing you."

You put a hand on his arm to reassure him, as he slowly looked back in your eyes. His eyes was watery and so was yours.

"I never meant to hurt you, I just couldn't risk your life for my own selfish needs and wishes." he explained as you two got closer. "I know I have no right to ask for another chance..."

"TN..." you whispered his name faintly, your hand resting on his cheek, then you pulled him in for a kiss.

It's a kiss of so much longing for each other. He didn't hesitate to kiss back, his lips moving in sync with your lips, his arms goes around your waist to hold you closer to him. Your mind was spinning and so was his, so many emotions and feelings, all pouring out in this moment, showing just how much you've missed each other.

Slowly you both pull away, already longing for more, you're both breathing heavy.

"I love you." you stated, your hands resting on his neck. "I love you, TN."

"I never stopped loving you." he smiled, kissing your temple, embracing his arms around you, hugging you close to him. He feared if he'd let go, you would be gone. "Oh shell, YN, I love you!" he planted many soft kisses on you.

After a long moment, you both let go from the hug, holding each others hands. The music was still playing at the party and could be heard ever so softly down to the river.

"YN? I... Would you like one more dance with me?" the big bara asked you, making your lips form into a big sweet smile.

"I'm all yours."

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trickkombowerskru · 4 years

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Boy Next Door- Belch Huggins Imagine

Request: Anonymous: hey, could i please have an imagine where you're new to derry and belch is your new neighbour so his mum invites you over to get to know each other and you end up getting on really well with belch so he tells you he wants to see you more often bc he's pretty much in love already

Warnings: None

You take in a deep breath as you exit the moving van. Waking up extremely early in the morning to move from New York to the middle of nowhere in Derry, Maine was NOT how you planned on spending the rest of the summer and this soon to be upcoming school year.

Unfortunately your dad’s boss had other plans, while it was in a smaller town, it was better pay and all. So he uprooted you and your mom and took you with him to the tiny town.

You go upstairs to your room and start to unpack and a few hours later you have everything sorted and put up. You stand back and admire your work, surprised at how you actually got it done as it was only around noonish.

You wanted to walk around town a bit, maybe get a feel for what the few ways of entertainment are around here. Figuring there may not be much, but the sooner you figured out the town’s deal, the sooner you could make the most of it.

Your mom knocks on the open door, getting your attention. She looks around, also seeming rather impressed at how quickly you unpacked your room.

“Wow good job.”

“Thanks. What’s up?”

“Well one of our new neighbors stopped by, very sweet lady she has a son your age, and she invited us over later so you could get to know him.”

“Do I have to?”

“Like I said she was a very nice lady, if you don’t like him you can say you have to come back here soon, and leave after an hour. Just please it would be nice for you to know someone in this town to show you around.”

you sigh.

“Fine.”

“Thank you.”

“Can you at least tell me his name?”

“She said it was Reginald.”

Well he was probably going to be very lame, but at least most likely not a jackass either, so in your mind you consider his name making him seem harmless a win.

“Alright, lame got it.”

“Y/N,” your mom scolds.

“Okay okay let me get changed and I’ll head over. Is it the house on the right or the left?”

“The right.”

You nod and she leaves you to get actually dressed and changed out of the pajamas you were still in.

You go down stairs and make your way over to their house, bracing yourself as you knock on the door.

“Just a minute,” you hear a female voice.

You look around and see a gorgeous Trans AM parked out front.

You wondered if it was his or not. You'd definitely have to ask for a ride if it was.

You get taken out of your thoughts by shorter woman, who was on the thicker side, and had kind eyes, she was dressed in scrubs, so it was clear she was a nurse.

‘You must be Y/N! Welcome to the neighborhood I’m Susan Huggins.”

“Hello.”

“Oh please please come in Dear. I’ll let Reggie know you’re here, I’ve got to be on my way, but please make yourself at home, I hope you have a lovely time. Your mother was so nice, she invited us over for dinner sometime this week.”

You just smile and nod, feeling somewhat at ease around, she just gave off such a comforting vibe.

“Reggie! Can you come down here please? Our new neighbor is here!”

“Okay mama I’ll be down in a bit,” a voice comes from up stairs.

“Oh I hope you two get along, Reggie isn’t the best a t making friends, but you seem like such a sweet girl, I would love to see you around here more than the boys who are so rowdy and- oh look at the time, I really have to go to work, but ti was nice meeting you sweetie,” she says as she grabs her purse and keys.

“You too Mrs.Huggins.”

“Oh please Honey you can call me Susan.”

You just nod again and watch as she frantically makes her way out.

“I’ve gotta go sweetie, I’ll see you later tonight. Love you.”

“Love you,” he calls down.

Once she leaves you hear a door close, and some shuffling upstairs. You look around the home, it had a very comfortable and cozy vibe to it. Meanwhile Reggie was on the way down the short set of stairs. You take notice of him, and he stops in his tracks.

As if on cue you notice his face turn really red and carefully make his way down the res tof the stairs to you.

“Hi.”

“Hi I’m Y/N.”, you hold out your hand, taking in his appearance.

He was extremely tall, with short brown hair that had a slight curl, and had grey eyes. Also like his mom he was on the thicker side,and had eyes that looked kind. He was dressed in an Anthrax shirt, and jeans, with a baseball cap on his head.

“I’m Reggie, but uh my friends call me Belch.”

“Belch?” you question.

“I’d uh show you why, but Mama says it ain’t nice it to do it in front of ladies.”

“Well who says I’m a lady,” you joke, getting a chuckle form him.

“Fair point,” he replies.

“So that your Firebird out there?”

“Yup that’s Amy, she’s my pride and joy.”

“She is gorgeous.”

“Thanks. You uh, you wanna go up to my room? Just to ya know sit down and talk and stuff,” he says rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

You agree, taking a seat on his bed when you get up there. Looking around his room you can see it’s simple, but you can feel it fits him. It was painted blue and had band posters up all around, with a few photobooth photos of him with three other guys. Those must’ve been “the boys” Susan mentioned.

You start talking about music, since it was easy to see his tastes from his walls, and how they were similar to yours. You find it really easy to talk with him, after a bit it feels like you’ve known him for years even though it has only been.

He was surprisingly really sweet form what he had told you about his friends, then again you figured with his height even if he put on a different front with them, it couldn't take much to be intimidating as tall as he was.

You look at the clock and had really lost track time, you would have to be home soon for dinner or your mom would kill you.

“Aw shit.”

“What?”

“I really don’t want to, but I really have to get home, my mom will kill me i I miss out first dinner in the new house.”

“I could uh- I walk you?” he asks with such a sweet smile.

“I’m okay it’s just like one door down. Thanks for the offer though.”

“Can I see you again?”

‘What’d you have in ind?”

“Tomorrow I could um show you around town....drive you all around in Amy. Only if you want to though.”, he quickly adds at the end.

“Sounds great.”

“Cool I’ll pick you up at like 10 sound good?”

“See ya then. Bye Reggie.”

“Bye Y/N.”

You walk back to your house quickly, with such a big smile on your face, trying to tone it down as you entered the living room.

“Well I’ll take it you and Reginald got along well?” you mom asks with a knowing smirk on her face.

“What makes you think that?”

“Maybe because you spent hours just talking to the boy?”

You shake your head at her, not giving into her bait.

“I’m gonna wash up for dinner be back down here in a few minutes.”

You go upstairs and wash up, after changing into something a bit more comfortable, you smile to yourself, thinking of Reggie.

Maybe having to be stuck in Derry wouldn’t be so bad after all.

#it 2017 #the bowers gang #belch huggins #belch huggins imagine #belch huggins x reader #jake sim

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willowknee · 4 years

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Forever is a long time - WillNE

Title: Forever is a long time People: WillNE x reader Word count: 1,549 Warnings: n/a Songs to listen to: n/a Prompt/request: Anon requested: Hi! Please can I request a really fluffy Will one shot? It can be anything I just need more cute Will haha 😂 A/N: I hope this is okay! I tried to make it as fluffy as I could, but it didn’t quite turn out how I wanted it.

Will was someone who you had never expected to be the romantic type, sure he flirted with you a lot and sent you cute messages in the morning for you to wake up to but he was very secretive when it came to relationships, it took your friends nearly a full year to figure out that you two had far crossed the line from being just friends. But despite Will’s preference to keep everything between you two, he was one of the softest and sweetest boys you had ever had the pleasure of loving.

Opening your eyes on a particularly frosty Wednesday, you take in your surroundings, beige wallpaper, a desk full of recording equipment and two strong arms wrapped protectively around you. Will. You smile and turn around to face him and was pleasantly surprised to find out that he was already wide awake and had recently showered, his gorgeous brown locks still slightly damp and a few strands sticking to his forehead.

“Mornin’ love,” he says softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face and gently tucks it behind your ear.

“Morning handsome,” you reply just as softly, leaning into his touch, closing your eyes.

“Nuh huh, I’ll be having none of that, you need to get up we have things to do,” Will shakes you awake, his voice normal volume and he laughs loudly when you let out a groan and try to bury yourself under the covers which he rudely pulls away from you.

“Will it’s my day off! What could we possibly need to do at half ten in the morning? Its lie-in day!” You complain.

“Hush woman, just get your pretty ass out of bed and get a shower because quite frankly, you stink,” he says playfully, but pulls you out of bed and pushes you in the direction of the bathroom.

“I need clothes, William,” you chide, trying to turn around.

“They’re already in there, now stop fighting me before I Batista bomb you to assert my alpha male dominance,”

He wasn’t joking.

“Fine, if you want to get rid of me that much, jeez,” you chuckle before stepping into the bathroom and locking the door in an ultimate power move.

Walking towards the shower you start it up before waiting for it to warm up, as you stand and wait you notice a bag on the toilet seat lid, you peek inside and find brand new lingerie and pyjamas that you had been eyeing up in the store about a week ago.

“Oh Will,” you sigh happily.

You take your time in the shower, deep conditioning your hair and shaving, exfoliating the whole works. After drying off and moisturising, you slip into the new clothes and brush your teeth, smiling the whole time. How cute was he? He always noticed the small things, you hadn’t even told him that you wanted them, but he still noticed and bought the exact same pair in your size in secret so he could surprise you.

Walking out the bathroom you go on the hunt for your boyfriend before finding him in the kitchen. He was surrounded by burnt food and messy pans and he looks up from his phone sheepishly.

“Okay so phase two didn’t exactly go to plan, normally I’m alright at cooking but the one day I need it to go well I just get done dirty, therefore as substitution, our Maccies breakfast is currently being picked up and will be here within the hour, so let’s move to phase three!” He exclaims.

You laugh at how adorable he was.

“First, we clean, you know it will be on my mind otherwise,”

He nods and you two make quick work of throwing away the burnt food and rinsing the bowls and pans before putting them in the dishwasher. Once you were done, Will races you to the front room. The first thing you notice is how many sheets, blankets and pillows were on the sofa.

“Uh, Will? Are you having a sleepover?” you question, confused.

“Nope, we’re building a fort!”

You both have a blast building the fort, a couple of arguments about pillow arrangements, but you hear a knock at the door and you kick Will out of the semi-built fort so he can go collect your food while you finish up building.

“Bob the builder has nothing on you, ay love?” Will jokes to which you just poke your tongue out at him in response.

You both climb into the fort and Will sets out your food while you turn on the TV and turn on Disney plus. Will groans as you scroll through the selection of tv shows and films before you stop at a childhood classic. Phineas and Ferb. Will shakes his head with a smile at your choice but stays quiet nonetheless as you both get comfortable and dig into your food.

The whole day was spent in the fort, around 5 in the evening Will began to frequently get up and disappear before returning with a smile. You didn’t question him, you just let him get on with it because you were sure that you would find out soon enough.

A couple of hours later Will calls your name, you pause your game which you had switched to out of boredom of watching things without actively participating in it and you follow the sound of Will’s voice to the dining room.

The table was properly laid out, decorated with a lit candle and a few rose petals which made your heart skip. Two glasses of what looked like wine had been poured and the plates were full of chicken dippers and potato smileys, which made you grin widely. It was a nostalgic meal that you always raved to Will about, you used to eat it all the time as a kid, a meal that reminded you of home.

You walk over to Will and plant a soft and slow kiss to his lips, your heart was pounding hard and your chest felt tight, you were so in love with this man, you couldn’t imagine a life without him.

He leads you to your seat and tucks you in before sitting opposite you, you both raise your glass in cheers and you take a sip to find out it wasn’t wine, after all, it was Vimto. Nostalgia level 100. The entire time you were sat at the table was full of flirting and playful banter, reminiscing about times you’ve spent together alone and with friends, peeling with laughter as you bring up embarrassing memories, this was well and truly perfect.

“There’s one more thing to end the day with,” Will says, walking off before returning with a neatly wrapped gift and an envelope. “Happy birthday, Gorgeous,”

You feel your eyes begin to water, in all honesty, you had forgotten about your birthday, it just wasn’t something you celebrated to the point where on occasion you forget about it completely. You pick up the envelope and open it carefully, reading the card more tears appear as you fall deeper in love with the man before you who was looking sheepish.

To the love of my life,

It’s your big day! No, I’m not proposing, when your man starts wracking in as much as Alex then I’ll consider buying you a ring, but until then, I just want to say Happy Birthday! And I want to tell you that you are the most gorgeous, kind and talented person I have ever known and I’m glad I get to call you mine. While I may not show you off a lot, that’s just simply because I don’t want to share you, I don’t want others to see the smile you wear when I make you happy, because that smile is mine, it’s my prize and it gives me something to look forward to and work for on a daily basis.

I love you, Y/N, and I want you to be mine forever.

Love, Big Boy Will.

You laugh, tears streaming down your face and you look up to Will with the biggest smile you think you could ever wear.

“Will, I-”

“Open the present,”

You nod and pull the box closer, inside was another box, this one made out of wood that was delicately decorated. It was beautiful.

“It’s beautiful Will,” you say, putting it on the table before you.

“Look inside it, Dummy,”

Unlocking the clasps you open the lid and look inside, taking in all the little items and smiling more.

“It’s all the things I’ve collected over the three years I’ve had the pleasure of knowing you, I cherish all of them because they’re all little pieces that make us… well, us,”

The piece of cardboard they put around the Starbucks cups so you don’t burn your fingers, he had both of yours with your names on from your first date together, he has the photobooth strips from your cousin’s wedding that you asked him to go with you so you didn’t look like a loner, it was all there.

“I love you, Y/N, and I will for a very long time,”

“Well, forever is a long time,” you smirk at him.

He smiles back with a little laugh. “Then forever it is.”

#prompted #fluff #will #reader

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mustangshelby04 · 4 years

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Boston Boy - Chapter 16

A/N All right guys, there’s only one more chapter after this! But don’t worry your beautiful heads off, I’ll be doing some one shots to continue the story. Let me know what you want to see. I would love to get your ideas for the future of this beautiful couple!

Kate sat in the nursery with Gally curled up next to her and Dodger sitting with his head on her leg. She looked around the room and admired hers and Chris’ handiwork. They had gone with a Winnie the Pooh theme, using the original drawings of the characters since the colors were softer. Chris had bought a beautiful and very plush, white and gray glider with a gliding foot rest for the nursery and it was Kate’s favorite place in the penthouse now. She would spend hours rocking in the chair and dreaming up what her child’s life would be.

The glider was the only piece of furniture in the room beyond a bookshelf that was already starting to collect books. The travel system from Ellen was sitting in one corner of the room with a large box full of the rest of the amazing gifts from her. The rest of the furniture hadn’t been bought yet. She and Chris were ordered not to buy anything beyond the glider.

Kate was now four weeks away from her due date and was beyond ready for it to be over with. The world tour she’d joined Chris for had taken a lot out of her. While she had had a ton of fun, her body just hadn’t been up to the task of that much fun and growing a small human at the same time. She had taken another week off and then gone back to work. Unfortunately, the doctor was worried about her blood pressure and her showing some early warning signs of preeclampsia, so he had asked her to stop working as much as she had been.

Danielle had been amazing about everything. She had two kids of her own and understood what Kate needed better than Kate herself did. She had promised that Kate’s job was secure when she was ready to come back full time. Until then, she would only work part time if she felt up to it.

Chris walked into the nursery and chuckled. “You know, you can’t hide forever.”

“Who says I can’t try?” Kate retorted.

He just held his hands out to help her stand up. “Everyone is downstairs waiting.”

She took his hands and let him lift her to her feet. “I hate baby showers. And bridal showers for future reference.”

“Noted. Not like I can do anything about it. You’ve met my mother. And my sisters and my brother. You’re welcome to fight that.”

“Chicken shit.”

“But hey, the cake is really pretty.”

“You weren’t supposed to go downstairs.”

“I needed something to drink. They kicked me out pretty quickly.”

Lisa, Carly, Shanna, Scott, and Helena had all decided that they were going to decorate and Kate and Chris weren’t allowed to see any of it. They didn’t even know who was on the guestlist. The whole thing had been kept hush-hush from the parents-to-be.

“I can’t wait to get our place to ourselves again.”

“It is feeling a bit crowded this week. Careful!” Since the doctor had mentioned the preeclampsia (and Chris had done research on it), he had been hyperactively protective of her. He freaked out if she tried to walk up and down stairs by herself. She just rolled her eyes at him.

“Happy baby shower!” Everyone yelled and Chris and Kate came down the stairs.

There were so many people there! Helena, Bill and Jan, and Lisa, Carly, Shanna, and Scott were obviously there; Chris’ dad, Bob and his wife; Kate’s aunt Charlotte had come up from Virginia and her uncle Ron and aunt Debbie had come in from Chicago; Scarlett Johansson had come; Downey and his wife were there; Chris’ best friend, Tara, had made it down; April was there; Danielle had come with her husband, Charles; Amy had driven up for the occasion; Sebastian Stan had shown up; and Megan was there, too. The place was decorated with pink and blue streamers and balloons that said, “It’s a Boy” and “It’s A Girl” on them. There were a few that said, “Boy or Girl?” There was a massive pile of presents in the living room. The cake and food had been set up in a beautiful display on the kitchen island and a drink station with a blue punch and a pink punch was set up on the kitchen counter. There were little woodland creature decorations everywhere, too.

Carly and Scott walked over to Kate and Chris. Carly draped a “Mommy-To-Be” sash over Kate while Scott pinned a “Daddy-To-Be” button to Chris’ shirt. Lisa and Helena were both wearing pins that said “Grandma-To-Be.” Someone had made a diaper cake and set it next to the actual cake, which was two tiers of cutesy woodland creatures running amok. There was a photobooth area with different props for the pictures that Danielle had kindly set up and offered to run.

“Happy baby shower!” Carly squealed, kissing Kate’s cheek.

“That is a fuckton of presents.” Kate said.

“We’ll get to those. Right now, we want pictures!”

Chris and Kate were stood at the photobooth and the guests that wanted pictures were allowed to pick the props. It took a good half hour before they were allowed to get food. Chris fixed her a plate so she could go sit down. The love seat had been decorated with blue and pink streamers and someone had created the backs of thrones out of cardboard. One said Daddy and was painted blue and the other said Mommy and was painted pink. There were even fake pink and blue jewels glued to both of them to make them even more throne-like.

Carly made Chris and Kate sit in their respective seats while people ate and Shanna hosted the three games they had planned. April won the game where the guests had to use string to guess how big around Kate’s stomach was. She received a gift bag filled with home spa items. The second game was where the guests had to guess what candy bar was melted in the different diapers. Tara had won that game and was given a gift bag filled with candles, an engraved picture frame, and various candies. The third and final game was called “My Water Broke” where everyone had been given an ice cube with a plastic baby in it. The first person who’s baby was free of the ice had to yell that their water broke. Sebastian had been overenthusiastic when yelling it, startling everyone in the room. He had walked away with a $50 VISA gift card.

While everyone started throwing their plates away, Helena had Chris and Kate cut the cake. She stayed to serve the pieces to everyone while the parents-to-be took their love seat thrones again. Carly, Shanna, and Scott had begun moving presents closer to the love seat to be passed over to Chris and Kate. While they waited for everyone to get their slices of cake and eat them, Scarlett came over and sat down next to Kate on Chris’ side of the loveseat. Chris had gotten up and was across the room talking with his father and Bill. Probably getting some dad advice.

“You’re not having any fun, are you?” Scarlett said conspiratorially to Kate.

“Not in the slightest.” Kate said. “I hate showers. And I feel like a bloated whale.”

“I hate these things, too. Just give me the presents and don’t make a fuss.”

“Exactly!”

“And for the record, you don’t look like a bloated whale.” She held her hand out to Kate. “Your fiancé sucks at introductions. I’m Scarlett.” “Kate.”

“I’m sorry we’re just now meeting. I wanted to come along on the Civil War tour, but I had some prior engagements.”

“It’s ok.”

“Chris has talked almost non-stop about you and the baby. I’m so happy for you guys.”

“I’ve actually been kind of nervous to meet you.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

“Chris talks so highly of you. You’re one of his closest friends.”

“Oh, I’m not that scary.”

“I didn’t think you would be, and hey, I survived meeting Tara.”

“She’s a cool chick.”

“Yeah.”

“If I’m being honest, I’ve been kind of nervous to meet you, too.”

Kate laughed. “Me? Oh god, why?”

“Well, I’ve met a few of Chris’ girlfriends. None of them, in my opinion, have measured up to what I think my friend deserves. I can be a little protective of him. I was a little nervous that you wouldn’t measure up, too.”

“That scares me.” “Don’t worry. From what I can tell, you exceed expectations. Chris looks genuinely happier than I’ve ever seen him. Downey, Mackie, Lizzie, and Hemmy all sing your praises.”

“They’re sweet.”

“So how are you feeling?”

“Um…. Done. I’m feeling done. If Jelly Bean wants to vacate the premises, I won’t stop him or her.”

“I remember those days. They pretty much sucked.”

“Yes. Yes, they do.”

“You’re in the home stretch now.”

“Thankfully!”

“Any contractions yet?”

“Lots of Braxton Hicks. They’ve been happening a lot on and off today.”

“It’s all the excitement.”

“That’s what I figured.”

“Oh god, have you started nesting yet?”

“Yes! It’s insane! It’s been driving me batty not to have the furniture we need to finish the nursery. We were told to hold off on the big stuff.”

“I would love to see it.”

“Yeah?” Kate started the struggle to get up and Scarlett helped her to her feet. The two women headed around into the kitchen and started up the stairs.

“Whoa, hey.” Chris came rushing over. “Where are you going?”

“To show Scarlett the nursery.”

“I’ll come with.”

“Chris, baby, I can walk up the stairs without help.”

“But….”

“Go back to the party, Evans.” Scarlett joked. “You’re being a helicopter mom right now.”

Chris looked at them with wide, puppy dog eyes. “I’m immune to those things now.” Kate said. “Put them away before you strain your eyes. I’ll be fine.”

Scarlett laughed and followed Kate upstairs, turning briefly to mouth to Chris, “I really like her.”

Ten minutes later, the two walked back downstairs arm in arm and laughing. It made Chris happy to see that they had hit it off and seemed as thick as thieves already. Lisa walked over and apologized to Scarlett before taking Kate away. She and Chris spent the next hour and a half opening all of the presents that their guests had brought and ones that had been sent from friends that couldn’t make it to the shower. Carly was writing down what they got and who sent it so Chris and Kate could send out thank you cards later.

When the shower finally wound down and people began leaving, they were given cute little gift bags with travel-sized hand sanitizers from Bath and Body Works, mini-jar candles from Yankee Candle, some butter mints in a little baby bottle, and little engraved frames holding a picture from Chris’ and Kate’s maternity shoot that Danielle had insisted on doing. The only ones left at the end of the night were Amy, Lisa, and Scott. Helena and Bill had declined the offer to stay at the penthouse and had gotten a hotel nearby. Lisa and Amy were staying at the penthouse in the two guest rooms while Scott was taking the couch from Kate’s garage apartment that Chris had put in the downstairs guest room that they had turned into an office for him and Kate. Carly and Shanna had driven back to Sudbury so Carly could get back to her kids and Shanna could get to work in the morning.

“We’ll start working on putting this all together tomorrow.” Lisa said.

“I can’t believe we got all of this stuff!” Chris said. “Everyone is so sweet for doing this.” Kate let out a heavy breath and rubbed her stomach. “What’s wrong?” Chris was on instant high alert.

“Braxton-Hicks.” Kate said. “They’ve been happening on and off all day.”

“Are you sure? Should we call the doctor?”

“I have an appointment tomorrow. I’ll be fine.”

“Do you need anything?” Lisa asked.

“Actually, I’ve got a headache and I’m feeling kind of tired. I want to go upstairs and lay down.”

Chris stood up and helped her to her feet. “I’ll be back down in a little bit.”

“Go on up and stay with her.” Lisa said. “We’ll clean up down here.”

“Thanks, ma.”

Kate sighed as Chris helped her change into her usual oversized T-shirt she slept in, take her contacts out, and lay down on their bed. “Thanks.”

“Are you ok?”

“Could you grab some Tylenol for me?”

“Of course.” Chris rushed into the bathroom and came out with Tylenol and a glass of water. He set to work massaging her feet, but stopped when he noticed how swollen they were. “Babe, are you sure you’re ok?”

“I’m a little dizzy, but I think that’s cause of the headache and all the fun today.”

“Kat, your feet and legs are really swollen. That’s a sign of preeclampsia. So are headaches and dizziness.”

“The doctor did say I was at risk. We’re going tomorrow, so we can ask then.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to call now?”

“Chris, it’s late.”

“It’s nine at night.”

“Well, that’s late enough.” Kate curled up on her side. “I’m going to sleep.”

“I’m going to brush my teeth and take my contacts out, then I’ll join you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” He leaned over and kissed her.

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Chris woke up to the sounds of his name being called between gagging coming from the bathroom. The clock said it was around three in the morning. He quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Kate was clinging to the toilet, shaking and crying. “Hey….” He moved to her side and let out a curse when he saw the blood in the toilet. “Kate!”

“Chris, I don’t feel good.” Kate sobbed.

“We’re going to the hospital.” He jumped up and ran out of the room. “MA!” Chris burst through the guest bedroom door, startling his mother awake. “Ma, it’s Kate! Help!”

Lisa was up like a shot. She followed Chris into the bedroom and then pushed past him when she heard Kate. “Oh no! Sweetheart…. Chris, get her some clothes.”

“What’s going on?” Amy asked from the doorway to the bedroom.

“I’m taking Kate to the hospital.” Chris said, grabbing a pair of yoga pants out of one of Kate’s drawers while dialing the number to a car service on his cell phone. “Can you go wake up Scott?”

“Yeah!” Amy turned and ran downstairs.

Lisa was running a washrag over Kate’s face, whispering comforting words to her. “Come on, Katie. Let’s get your clothes on.” Chris came over and gave his mother the yoga pants as he dialed the emergency number to Kate’s doctor.

Scott ran in, throwing a shirt on. “What’s going on?”

“Scott, come help me.” Scott rushed over and helped his mother get Kate into her pants and shoes. “Amy, honey, do you have Helena’s phone number?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Amy said. “I’ll call her. Where are you going? I mean, what hospital?”

“New York Presbyterian.” Chris said. “It’s not far.”

“Ok. I’ll call her.”

“Here,” Chris grabbed the pen and notepad out of Kate’s nightstand drawer. He quickly wrote down a number for the car service and another number underneath it. “Call this number and give them this account number. Send a car for her family, they’re at the Millennium Hilton, and then get one for yourself. I’ve already got one on the way.” He turned and swept Kate up into his arms. Scott and Lisa helped steady them as they walked down the stairs.

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Kate looked around the private birthing suite and sighed. She had been poked with needles and had an IV in her arm, ready to administer drugs if needed. They had brought in an ultrasound and had hooked her up to a fetal monitor after taking her for a CT scan. Chris sat on the bed next to her, holding her hand. He was the only one allowed in with her right now.

“I just want to go home.” Kate said, laying her head down on Chris’ shoulder.

He kissed the top of her head. “I know, baby.”

Doctor Beauchamp walked into the room and looked at the waiting couple. “Well, the blood in your vomit is from a small tear in the lining of your esophagus. Sometimes this happens with the nausea and vomiting during pregnancy. It’s manageable if we can control the nausea and get you to eat soft foods for seven to ten days. What concerns me is the protein in your urine, Kate, and how high your blood pressure is. We talked about you being preeclamptic and you’re showing enough of the signs right now.”

“So, what’s the plan, Doc?” Chris asked.

“I want you, Kate, to try and make it to 39 weeks. Right now, you’re still within reason to give birth naturally like you want, so what I’m going to do is keep you here for the next two weeks so we can monitor you, but you’re on strict bedrest.”

“You’re not going to induce?” Kate asked.

“I could and I might even be able to do it more naturally than giving you Pitocin since you’re dilated to one, but I don’t want to and I know you want to avoid the Pitocin at all costs.”

“Yes!”

“I want Jelly Bean to bake for a little longer, so two weeks here on bedrest. You’re only allowed out of that bed to go to the bathroom and to take very quick showers. Chris, you may want to go home and pack some of Kate’s stuff. Comfortable, loose fitting clothes, please.”

“You got it.” Chris said. “Anything.”

“Ok. I’m going to go discuss with the nurses everything they need to know and I’ll be back later with a list of some super fun bedrest rules.” Doctor Beauchamp walked out and Kate burst into tears.

“Hey,” Chris pulled Kate to him tightly. “Shh, it’s ok. It’s only two weeks and then we’ll meet our little Jelly Bean.”

“But there’s so much to get done before then!”

“Ma isn’t going anywhere anytime soon and neither is Scott. I’m pretty sure your mom isn’t leaving now. I can call in whoever else we need to get the stuff put together before the baby arrives.”

“But I won’t get to help.”

“I can bring some stuff here for you to work on.”

“I just want to go home.”

“You will. And when you do, you’ll be holding Jelly Bean.” Chris kissed her sweetly. “I’m going to go let everyone know what’s going on and see if we can have anyone back here besides us.”

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Over the next week, Kate didn’t show much change. Which wasn’t a bad thing. She had started to dilate some more, so the doctor was happy that she might even give birth without any help. Bill and Jan had gone home, but Helena had decided to stay to be there with her daughter. She and Lisa were staying at the penthouse with Scott. They Facetimed with Chris and Kate so the couple could help finish decorating the nursery with the furniture they had gotten.

On her twelfth day there, July 8th, Dr. Beauchamp had decided they didn’t need to wait any longer. She decided to try the more natural induction of labor by going in and stripping the membranes. It was extremely painful, and Chris had no idea how that much of the doctor’s arm fit up inside his fiancée, but it was effective. Kate’s contractions had set in and she went into active labor. Chris was by her side for every single minute with Lisa and Helena taking turns on Kate’s free side. Kate labored for fourteen hours before it was finally time to push. Dr. Beauchamp allowed Kate to move around and try to find more comfortable positions to deliver the baby in, but nothing was working.

“Kate, the baby is stuck and going into distress.” Dr. Beauchamp announced. “We need to get this baby out now. I’m going to have to do a c-section.”

“No.” Kate growled, trying to push again.

“Kate, you need to stop pushing. This baby isn’t going to come out naturally and you’re only going to hurt yourself and the baby if you keep trying.”

Kate let out a scream as another contraction bore down on her. “I need to push!”

“Kate, your blood pressure is through the roof. You need to calm down.”

Chris tried soothing Kate, but nothing helped. Doctor Beauchamp called for the anesthesiologist to meet them in the OR with a spinal tap while she administered an anti-anxiety medicine. Kate was so scared and so worked up that the medicine didn’t have much of an effect. Chris was made to stay in the room while they got Kate prepped for surgery. He paced the floor, waiting for them to come get him. They had told him it wouldn’t take more than ten minutes. It had now been thirty minutes. He was about to start kicking doors in when a nurse came to get him.

Kate was strapped down to the OR table with a sheet pinned up as a screen. She was still panicking and gripped his hand tightly. He whispered comforting words and tried to keep her focus on him. She kept complaining about how bad her upper back was hurting and she couldn’t get comfortable. The doctor and nurses begged her to stop writhing, but she was in too much pain. They gave her a booster on her spinal tap and that seemed to do the trick some. The doctor took advantage to quickly perform the c-section. Chris stood up to peer over the curtain to see the baby come slithering out of the open wound. The baby’s cry echoed in the room and Kate closed her eyes in relief.

“It’s a girl!” Doctor Beauchamp announced.

Chris turned to Kate and started to say something, but the words died on his lips as the sound of the alarm on the heart monitor went off. The nurses came up and told him to leave, but he refused. He began yelling at them to help Kate and security was brought in to physically remove him from the room. They took him back to the birthing suite where his mother and Helena were waiting. They jumped up and he started to sob.

“I don’t know what’s happening!” Chris cried. “They won’t tell me anything. She was in pain and they gave her more drugs and just after the baby was born, her heart rate dropped.”

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