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sixmapleleafs · 4 years

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father material // frederik andersen

Notes: This idea popped into my head whilst I was reading Skating lessons by @puckngrind (it’s amazing so go read it if you haven’t already) this might end up having a few parts I’m not sure yet.

Summary: One drunken night leaves you pregnant with no idea who the father is, until he walks into your apartment and introduces himself as a friend of your best friends boyfriend.

You cradled your newborn baby girl in your arms as she settled down, her tiny hand wrapped around your finger as you swayed gently from side to side. Becoming a single mother at age twenty four was not exactly in your plan but as you held your daughter close to your chest you couldn’t imagine being anywhere else, she was perfect.

“Y/n?” Your roommate and best friend called out from the kitchen but quickly lowered her voice when she saw the now sleeping baby in your arms. “Auston and his friends are downstairs, I’m going to go down and let them in” she said as she headed towards the door.

She had been dating Auston Matthews for about four months, after almost five months of just hooking up Auston had finally worked up the courage to ask her out properly and they’d been exclusive ever since. They’d actually met the same night you’d met your baby’s father, but he’d snuck out before you woke up the next morning and you couldn’t even remember his name thanks to the multiple drinks you’d had.

The new couple had been dying to merge their two friend groups but those plans had been put on hold, when you had given birth three weeks ago. You placed your sleeping baby down in the bassinet in your living room so you could watch over her whilst getting to know Auston’s friends. You threw the muslin cloth off your shoulder and quickly fixed your outfit, it was the first time since she had been born that you’d put some effort into your appearance and you actually felt quite good.

The door to your apartment opened a few minutes later and two large men came bounding in, your roommate frantically shushing them from behind making you laugh. “This is y/n”, she said and you walked over to them.

“Hi, I’m Morgan” one of them said and he pulled you into a quick hug, “and this is Willy” he said pointing to the other blonde man.

“Hi” he said and hugged you as well.

“Is this your baby?” Morgan said quietly from where he was already on the other side of the room, leaning over the bassinet that held your sleeping bundle of joy.

“Yeah, she’s just gone down for a nap so she won’t be up for a while” you said as you and Willy joined him.

“She’s so cute” Willy added and you smiled.

“Y/n can you come help me with the food?” Your friend asked from the kitchen and you left the two hockey players staring at your baby to go help her.

“You remember Auston” she said as he placed a quick kiss to her forehead and you nodded.

“Hi Auston, it’s nice to see you again” you said and he hugged you quickly like the others. He pulled away when there was a knock on your front door.

“That must be Freddie” he said. Something about that name rang a bell but you pushed it aside and went to help your friend.

“Hi Fred” she said as the two men walked into your kitchen, you were looking through the fridge but you almost dropped the salad dressing when you heard his voice. “This is y/n” she introduced you.

You turned around and your eyes widened as you took in the man in front of you. It was him. The guy from the bar. Your baby’s father. He was stood in front of you.

“Y/n?” Your roommates voice broke you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry, hi I’m y/n” you said and from the look on his face you could tell he remembered you.

“Freddie” he said and your friend looked between the two of you with a weird expression on her face. Freddie left to go join the other guys and you quickly distracted yourself with the salad before you were cornered by your friend.

“What was that all about? You looked like you’d seen a ghost when you saw him” she said.

“It’s nothing don’t worry” you said your eyes remaining on the salad in front of you.

“Y/n?” She said in the tone she used to make you admit things.

“Ok fine, don’t freak out ok?” She nodded so you continued, “he’s Amelie’s father” you said quietly.

“What the fuck?” She practically screamed and your hand flew to cover her mouth.

“Babe? Everything ok?” Auston said as he came into the kitchen looking kind of panicked.

“Yeah it’s fine, can you bring this to the table please?” She said handing him the salad.

“Um ok” he said retreating back into the living/dining area.

“I thought you didn’t know who he was” she said turning her attention back to you.

“I didn’t, I couldn’t remember his name or what he looked like but when I saw him it all came back to me” you said buring your face in your hands as you leant on the counter.

“So he has no idea?” She said and you nodded. “Are you going to tell him?”

“Of course I am, she’s literally asleep in there right now” you said motioning towards the living room.

“Oh my God, this is crazy” she said and you nodded in agreement.

“Come on, they’re probably wondering what’s taking so long”

You smiled as you entered the living room, glancing over at Amelie quickly to see she was still sleeping soundly with her pacifier in her mouth. You sat down in between Morgan and Willy and Morgan quickly pulled you into a conversation about your life and how you ended up in Toronto. He told you about his career and his girlfriend in Vancouver, Willy joined in when you mentioned your brother in Chicago and the three of you chatted away until you had to get up to go to the bathroom.

Once you were done, you opened the door and walked straight into a hard chest which you quickly learnt belonged to Freddie.

“Sorry” you said stepping back so you could look up at him.

“It’s ok, I was just looking for you actually” he said and you looked at him confused, “I wanted to apologise for leaving that morning, I should’ve left a note or something but I was late to practice and I was hungover and I-“

“I don’t need to hear your excuses Freddie” you said cutting him off.

“I’m not making excuses I promise” he said “I just don’t want things to be awkward between us, especially since we’re probably going to be spending more time together now”.

“It’s ok Freddie really and I actually have something I need to tell you” you began but you were interrupted by small cries coming from your baby in the living room.

“Excuse me” you said finally breaking eye contact and stepping past him to get to your baby.

“I didn’t mean to wake her I swear” Auston said with his hands up in surrender and you laughed as you picked Amelie up.

“It’s ok, she’s due for a feed anyway” you said as you held her close to your chest, she settled almost instantly and you excused yourself to your room so you could feed her without flashing anybody. You locked eyes with Freddie, he was stood frozen in his place with an unreadable expression on his face.

You let out a sigh when you closed the door behind you and sat down on your bed, resting against the headboard. You closed your eyes as she latched on, only opening them when she began to fuss indicating she was done. You burped her quickly and then made your way out to join the others. You sat down in your spot in between Willy and Morgan, both men immediately turning their attention to Amelie in your arms.

“She’s so small” Willy commented from beside you as Amelie gripped his finger with her tiny hand. “How old is she?” He asked.

You looked up and made eye contact with Freddie, his eyes were moving quickly between you and the red headed baby in your arms. “She’ll be three weeks old tomorrow”.

“Can I hold her?” Morgan asked and you nodded, you moved Amelie into his arms once he was in position and she stared up at him with her big blue eyes.

“What’s her name?” Willy asked.

“Amelie Rose” you told him.

“That’s a pretty name” he said, seemingly infactuated with the tiny human being that was resting in his teammates arms.

“Y/n could you help me bring the food out? It’s all ready” your roommate said and you nodded, turning to Morgan as you stood up.

“Are you ok to hold her for a minute?” You asked and he nodded, Willy immediately taking your spot on the couch as both men awwed over the tiny human.

“So are you sure Freddie’s the father?” She asked and you shushed her, peeking your head around the corner to make sure no one heard her.

“He’s the only guy I’ve slept with in the last year so she has to be his” you answered.

“Do you think he knows? I mean he was staring at you both, maybe he’s figured it out” she said and you shook your head.

“I don’t know, maybe. I’m not sure. But I need to tell him tonight” you said and she nodded.

“I’ll get the guys out onto the balcony after dinner so you can talk” she said making you smile, she was always there for you and you were very grateful for her.

“Thank you so much” she pulled you into a hug and muttered a quick “anytime y/n” before she rescued the steaks from the pan.

The guys sat down at the table as your roommate plated up the food. Morgan handed Amelie back to you and you placed her in her bouncy chair so you could eat too. You could feel Freddie’s eyes on you the whole time but he’d quickly shift his gaze whenever you looked up at him.

Just like she said, your roommate dragged the other three guys out onto the balcony once everyone was finished, making up something about how pretty the view was. Freddie had gone to the bathroom so you had a few seconds to compose yourself. Amelie started to fuss behind you and you were quick to get up and comfort her. You knelt beside the bouncy chair and turned it to her favourite setting, she calmed down and you ran your finger over her cheeks as you put the pacifier back in her mouth.

You jumped when Freddie knelt down beside you, his hand steadied you and you offered him a small smile. He let it rest there as you spoke.

“Freddie I have to tell you something” you said and your voice wavered slightly, you could feel the tears prickling at your eyes. What if he didn’t want anything to do with her? Or worse, what if he tried to take her away from you? A million thoughts flooded your mind but you were brought back to reality by his hand that rubbed your back gently.

“Is she mine?” He questioned and you looked back up at him, “I’ve done the math and it all adds up so unless you’ve been with someone else, then it makes sense” he said. His voice was calm and he didn’t sound even a little bit upset.

“I was going to tell you” you interjected, “but I couldn’t remember your name or what you looked like, I just didn’t know how to reach you”.

“It’s ok y/n” he said and sat down properly beside you, you copied his actions and reached your hand over to Amelie which she gripped tightly. “It’s my fault really, like I said I should never have left without waking you up or leaving my number or something. I wanted to stay, I honestly did, but I was running so late” he explained.

“Seriously Freddie it’s ok, you don’t have to explain yourself to me” you said, “and I don’t expect anything from you” he took his eyes off your daughter and gave you a confused look.

“Like money or anything, and you don’t have to be a part of her life if you don’t want to be” you explained and his brows furrowed.

“What makes you think I wouldn’t want to be a part of her life?” he said and now he sounded kind of hurt.

“You’re a hockey player, Freddie. You’re extremely busy and I’m sure having a kid with some random girl you barely remember was not part of the plan. I’m just saying I get it, if you’d rather stick to your current lifestyle”. His face soften at your words and he let out a sigh.

“You’re right. It wasn’t exactly what I had planned but you’re not just some random girl y/n. You might not remember that night but I do, it was amazing and I really liked you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you for weeks, I was going to come back here and ask you out but I figured you wouldn’t want to see me since I left before you woke up” you blushed as he spoke and focused your gaze back at your daughter who was watching the toys bounce above her head.

“That’s really sweet Freddie” you said, “but it’s a big deal being a parent and I don’t want you to feel forced into anything”.

“I want to be here for you y/n, both of you” he said and you smiled when your eyes met his again.

“Ok, we’ll figure something out then” you said and he nodded.

“Can I hold her?”

Part two will be up shortly, like I said I got this idea whilst reading Skating lessons by @puckngrind so go check out that fic because it’s amazing.

#hockey imagines #nhl #nhlimagines #frederik andersen #frederik andersen imagine #toronto maple leafs #baby andersen #father material fic

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lukatheselkie · 4 years

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FrUk Week Day Six - FACE

@frukweek2020

Uh. This got INCREDIBLY out of hand. The characters took over and they didn’t want me to stop writing until this was finished. Even though that was roughly 6,600 words long. Human AU. Alfred and Matthieu are elementary schoolers, and they each have a single dad. This is the story of how the boys met, and dragged their fathers into a relationship.

High key I love writing child Alfred, he’s adorable. And Matthieu.

Warnings: Cussing. There’s a blowjob at the end, BUT I’ve marked where to stop reading if you want to read to that point. The sheer freaking length of this thing deserves a warning, though it’s not technically needed.

Alfred and Matthieu literally run into each other on the playground at school. As they stand and look at each other, their similarities stick out to one another almost immediately. Alfred is the first to react. “You have my face!” He screams, pointing at the shy boy. Matthieu flinches back, bringing his hands up to cover his ears. Why did he have to run into potentially the loudest boy in the entire elementary school on his first day? And where are his glasses!? He drops to the ground, and runs his hands over the soft, slightly bouncy pad meant to keep kids from hurting themselves too much. The strange boy sits next to him, and holds out his hand. “Here. These are yours, right?” He reaches out carefully and grabs the thing offered to him. To his relief, it is his glasses. He slips them on and scowls at the boy. Apparently this is an invitation for him to start talking.

“What’s your name? Mine’s Alfred! Are you new here? I’ve never seen you here before! I think I would have noticed someone that looks so similar to me. How old are you? I’m ten! Do you think we could be brothers? I’m adopted! Dad says he doesn’t like keeping secrets from me, so I know that, but others that are adopted might not. It’s okay if you don’t know! I can ask your parent...s!? Do you have one parent, like me, or two? Hey, we should switch places! You’ll really love dad! He’s kind and caring and he makes the best scones! Though everyone else seems to dislike them, I’m not sure why. I think he’s the best cook in the whole wide world. If you don’t want to switch, you should come over after school! I know my address, so I don’t get lost. Do you know yours? No, probably not, if you just moved here. But we should totally have a sleepover! Then dad can bring us both to school tomorrow. Or we can have a weekend sleepover! Tomorrow’s Friday, after all! How does that sound? I’m excited! I made a new friend that looks just like me! Well, almost. What’s this?” He reaches out and tugs on Matthieu’s curl. He shoves his hands away quickly, cheeks flushed.

“Don’t touch that please. It’s really hard to get it to stay how I like it!” Alfred scrunches up his nose at him.

“You’re too quiet. I can barely hear you! Try speaking louder. It’s so much fun when you can be heard! And why didn’t you answer any of my questions? Oh, your glasses are different from mine! We’d have to take each other’s if we want to switch. And I’d have to get this stupid cowlick into a curl.” Alfred starts rocking back and forth happily. “You’d have to make your curl a cowlick! I think you’d look cute with one. Hmm, you have purple eyes though. I don’t. Mine are blue! I’m sure dad won’t notice though. He’s not exactly the most observant. I love him, but he’s sometimes wrapped up in his own stuff. It must be hard, being an adult. Say, why haven’t you answered my questions again?”

“Because you won’t be quiet long enough for me to speak!” He narrows his eyes at the boy. “You’re obnoxious.” He sighs heavily.

“What’s that mean? Is it a compliment? I’m going to take it as a compliment! Dad says those are nice things people say about you, to you sometimes.” He pauses long enough to take a breath. Finally. “I miss dad. Maybe we shouldn’t switch. I want to see him when I go home. Not that I think your parents won’t be loving!” He stops rocking, and frowns deeply at his new friend. “Hey, should I stop talking to give you a chance to talk back?” A nod, then silence.

“Alright. Now that you’re done. My name is Matthieu, I’m also ten. Daddy and I just moved here last week. It took a bit for me to get into the school system. I don’t want to switch places, or have a sleepover with you. I don’t know you.” He answers the bare minimum, despite knowing every question that was asked. He’s not adopted. He would have already been told that! ...Right? Now he’s not so sure. He looks over Alfred, frowning. He looks like my twin. It can’t be. Can it?

“Pfffft! You still call your Dad ��Daddy’! We’re too old for that, dude! We’re big boys now! Men.” He hops up, placing his hands on his hips in a superhero pose. “See? Men! Little men. We don’t need to call them that anymore!” Matthieu hugs himself. He doesn’t like this loud boy. He’s too energetic. He plops back down next to him, and lays his head on his shoulder. He hopes he doesn’t have head lice. “Though it would be nice to be able to call him that again. I might try it. I miss it. Thanks! Oh! Here!” He pulls something out of his pocket. “I’ll share my scone with you for that! You’ll love it.” Alfred feels the boy next to him shudder, and wraps an arm around him tightly. “It’s not cold out here. Why are you cold? Are you sick? Do you need to go to the nurse? Want me to walk with you? I will! I’ll even ask if we can go. You’re too quiet to be heard by them. Hey, that’s a good idea! I’ll be your voice from now on! Tell me what you want to say as quiet as you want, and I’ll say it as loud as I want! That’ll be great! I can’t wait to do that!”

“I’m alright,” he mumbles, staring at his fingers. He very much dislikes that he likes having someone his age hug him. Sure, cuddles and hugs and kisses from his father are nice, but he always feels too big. “If I ask Daddy about sleeping over and he says yes, will you hold me like this the entire time?”

“Mmhmm!” He nods his head dramatically. “I will! Anything to make my new friend happy!”

“Then your father isn’t cooking. I’ll ask Daddy if he can make us something. He’s a professional chef.” Normally, he wouldn’t gloat about that. But he has to do something to stage this kid up. He’s got so much confidence, and courage, and everything Matthieu has ever wanted. It feels like the only thing he has on him is his father’s job.

“Profes… What’s that word mean?”

“He’s very good at it.” Well, and maybe his vocabulary. But that’s nothing to brag about. That makes him a nerd. Prime picking on material. That’s part of the reason he stays so quiet and to himself. He doesn’t want to be picked on again.

“Ooooooh yes! Please! I wanna eat something he makes! Dad isn’t a chef, but he’s still the bestest cook to me! I have to say that though, he’s my dad. And I love him very much. Don’t worry though! I’ll be honest about your dad’s food. I can’t wait!” Alfred hugs his new friend tighter. “Do you live with anyone else? If not, we should totally have a mega sleepover! You and I, and our dads! I’m sure they’d love to get to know each other. What parent doesn’t want to get to know their child’s best friend’s parent?” Matthieu shrugs, not knowing what else to do. He’s never really had a friend before now. “Here!” He shoves a piece of paper into his hand. “It’s my dad’s number. I’m supposed to keep that paper in my pocket for safety reasons, but I want your dad to call him! I’ve got it memorized, I’ll write another one when we go back in. Please have him call when you get home! I want to be able to do this sleepover tomorrow! And let’s go all weekend!” He looks up, and frowns deeply. “Awwww man! It’s time to go in. You know what to do, right? I’ll talk to you later!” He stands and runs off. What a strange boy. He glances down at the paper in his hand. This is going to be interesting.

Alfred bursts into his father’s classroom, a million things to say about his new friend. Arthur has to take both of his hands, squeeze, and tell him to breathe. He closes his eyes to do so, and takes maybe ten deep breaths. “Do you think you can answer my questions without getting off topic now?” He nods frantically, and his dad smiles at him. “Thank you. What’s your new friend’s name?”

“Matthew! No, that’s not right. He said it really weird, I think it’s another language.”

“Perhaps. I’ll ask his father when he calls. You said he was going to do that, right?”

“Mmhmm! Can we have a sleepover tomorrow?” Arthur sighs.

“We’ll have to see. I’ve got a test tomorrow, and I might need extra time grading. I can’t watch the two of you and grade at the same time.”

“His dad can watch us! He’s coming over too, I think. He’s cooking for us. He’s a profesonel chef! And then he’s going to stay the night with you, if that’s okay? That way we can have a mega sleepover! Matthew and I, and you and his dad! We should watch movies and cuddle!” Arthur takes in the information without struggle. He’s assuming Alfred meant professional chef. He’ll have to help him with his pronunciation on that. As for the sleepover…

“I would very much like to have a sleepover with him as well, but I’m sure he has to work. I don’t mind watching the two of you if I can get my grading done. I will speak with him about that. If he doesn’t mind staying until I’m finished, you two can have your sleepover.”

“Yay!” He sticks his bottom lip out in a pout, and crosses his arms over his chest. “I wanna tell him now though. Can he hurry and call!?”

“Alfred. You know not everyone works here. His dad might not even be home when he gets there. Or he might stay somewhere else until he can be picked up. Give it a little bit, alright? Here. Why don’t you draw me a picture of Matthew?” He hands him a pile of printer paper and some crayons. “That way I can know how similar you two truly are.” He runs over to one of the desks excitedly. Thank goodness that distraction worked.

“Daddy!” Matthieu runs toward Francis. He picks him up, and hugs him close. The boy buries his nose in his hair, smiling brightly.

“Oh? I see that smile. What brought that on? Did something good happen on your first day at your new school?” He nods, giggling quietly.

“It did! I made a new friend! I think. He looks a lot like me, Daddy. Do you know if I have a brother? We’re the same age, so he’d be my twin. He says he’s adopted, too, so I… I thought it might be possible. He said something about me being adopted? It made me think. I’ve never heard you talk about mom.” Francis sighs heavily.

“I didn’t want you to find out this way. And I’m so sorry for not telling you earlier. I just… I didn’t want you to love me any less, I suppose. You are adopted. But that doesn’t mean I don’t see you as my perfect little boy. I love you very much. You know that, right?”

“Mm, I do!” He giggles again as he nods, wrapping his arms as far around Francis’ shoulders as he can. “I sort of figured I was adopted after he said that. It’s okay! I love you exactly the same. No! Actually, I love you more now! You chose me. You didn’t have to, but you did.” He kisses his cheek. “So don’t feel bad for it, okay, Daddy? I promise it doesn’t hurt! And I’m sure there’s a reason you didn’t get Alfred, if he’s my twin.”

“He is. I desperately wanted him as well, but he had already been adopted. I’m guessing by his dad now. I was told he wanted both of you, too, but was denied. He couldn’t bear to leave both of you though, so he adopted your brother. Not that there was anything wrong with you! Alfred would cry without him. He adopted the one that seemed hurt more by his absence. You’ve always been my sweet independent boy, so that makes sense. I’m glad you two have found each other though. Who knew we would move to the same area?” He laughs softly.

“It’s like fate wanted us together! All four of us.” He squeezes his shoulders lightly. “Alfred wants us to spend the night with him and his dad. Both of us. He called it a mega sleepover. You’re supposed to call to talk to him, when we get home. I got his number!” He tugs the paper out of his pocket and hands it to his father.

“Alright. I can at least call. But let’s go home first, oui?” He walks toward the vehicle, smiling at his son’s excited nod.

Alfred perks up when he hears Arthur’s phone ringing. That must be Matthew’s dad! “Hello, Arthur speaking.” There’s a quiet laugh from the other end that makes him blush a bit.

“Hello, Arthur. Are you Alfred’s father? I’m Matthieu’s father, Francis. He told me to call you?” So that’s how it’s pronounced.

“Ah, yes! It’s nice to speak with you. Alfred tells me he met your son today and made plans with him. I apologize. He can get carried away. He shouldn’t have decided on anything without our input.” He gives his son a pointed look.

“It’s alright! I don’t mind. I’d do anything for Matthieu’s first friend. So he mentioned the mega sleepover?”

“That he did. I told him we might have to work. But if you’re off tomorrow afternoon, they can have their sleepover. I may have to grade papers and I can’t watch them without help while I do that. If you’re okay with helping.” There’s a playful scoff.

“I’m not hearing the part where I stay all night, like they have planned.”

“I- You can! Please don’t think you aren’t welcome! I thought you would have to work is all.” His cheeks flush crimson.

“You’re forgiven. For now. I make sure I have the weekends off to spend time with Matthieu. If he wants that time to be with Alfred and you as well, then I’ll gladly go with him.”

“I would do the same for Alfred.” A comfortable silence falls between them. After a moment, he remembers something. “Oh! Alfred said they planned for us to sleep together.” He lowers his voice so his son can’t hear. “They don’t realize we aren’t as carefree as them. We can discuss sleeping arrangements when you arrive. I’ll send you the address. What time should I expect you?”

“Around five. I have something important to talk to you about as well.”

“Alright. We will eagerly await your arrival tomorrow.”

“Thank you. Have a wonderful rest of your day.” This makes Arthur blush even more.

Francis looks back at Matthieu when he pulls up to Arthur and Alfred’s house. “You ready for your first sleepover, kiddo?” He hugs his stuffed polar bear tighter to his chest.

“I-I think so! But my legs are all wobbly. Can you carry me in?”

“Of course I will. Anything for my sweet little boy.” He hops out, and opens Matthieu’s door. He unbuckles him from his carseat, and picks him up. He grabs hold of his overnight bag as well, then closes the door, making sure to lock up the vehicle. He kisses Matthieu’s hair reassuringly, and walks up to the door. “Do you want to knock?”

“Yes please!” He reaches out and taps the door. Apparently Arthur is waiting for them to arrive, because the door swings open a second later.

“Hello, and welcome to our home.” Matthieu wiggles to be let down before they even get inside, and Francis places him down carefully.

“Thank you very much! Alfred! Where are you!?” He runs into the house.

“He’s usually very shy. I’m glad he’s found a friend that he feels comfortable around.” He looks at Arthur, who’s got a shocked expression on his face. “What?”

“He and Alfred look almost exactly alike,” he whispers.

“Oui, they do. But you know why.”

“He’s the twin I couldn’t adopt,” his voice is louder now, though barely. Francis nods.

“He is. I’m happy they found each other. But what are the chances we would move to the same area?” He laughs heartily. “It’s like fate wanted them together again. I’m glad.”

“How are we going to tell them that?”

“I’ve already told Matthieu. I hadn’t realized you didn’t tell Alfred yet.”

“I didn’t think they looked as similar as he said. Alfred has a tendency to hyperbolize everything.” Francis snorts quietly. Arthur scoffs. “What? Did you not expect an English teacher to use that word?”

“An English teacher, hmm? That only slightly explains your inability to cook. Alfred offered Matthieu some of the scone you made him, and he told me he feared for his life.” Arthur snaps his head around, ready to chew him out. His heart skips a beat. It’s the first time he’s looked at Francis, and he feels light headed. He’s beautiful. Shit! This isn’t good! His house guest is super fucking attractive!

“Not all of us can be professional chefs,” he settles on, looking away again.

“Oui, that is true. Though I can teach you, if you would like to learn?” He shouldn’t take the offer. That’s torturing himself. But he finds himself nodding. “Great! We can start tonight. After you’re done grading, of course. I’ll go watch the boys until then. Where might I find them?” Arthur steps back, and points at the door to Alfred’s room silently. He smiles at him, and walks toward it. Well shit. He’s royally fucked. ~

“You have a stuffed polar bear?” Matthieu nods sheepishly. “Cool! Are they a comfort item? I have one of those! His name is Toni. He’s an alien!” He crawls up on his bed, and grabs Toni. “See? I sleep with him every night. Does yours have a name?” He nods once. “Nice! You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I know it can be personal.” He shrugs, and slides back down to the floor, holding Toni close. “What do you wanna do first? Dad’s still got to grade some, but we can start on the fun! They can join later. We’ll get the ball rolling. Whatever that means. I’ve heard dad use it a few times, so I know I’m using it right!” Matthieu giggles quietly. He really likes his brother. They’re each other’s opposite. Perfect for completing each other. He wraps his arms around him, giving him a big hug. “What’s this for?”

“To show you how much I love you.” Alfred brings his arms up to hug him back.

“I love you too! So much. And we’re going to love each other even more, as the night continues! I can’t wait for it.” Someone opens his door, and he turns his head to it. “Oh! Hello there! You must be Matthew’s dad! You’re very pretty, you know. Prettier than most women I know!” He chuckles softly.

“Thank you. I’m glad to see you two getting along. Matthieu, do you want to change into your night clothes?”

“Please!” Francis smiles fondly, and hands him his overnight bag.

“Oh! Of course! You can change in my bathroom!” Alfred points at a door inside his room. “It’s over there!” How sweet of Arthur to give him the ensuite room. Though he did the same for Matthieu. They must think similarly. He watches his son walk into the room after pulling out his clothes. “Hey! You should change into your night clothes too! Jeans are uncomfortable.” He sticks his bottom lip out in a pout.

“I have to cook first. But I will when I’m finished, alright?”

“Pinky promise?” He holds out his hand.

“Pinky promise.” He kneels, and grabs Alfred’s pinky with his own. The boy grins, and throws his arms around him. “Aren’t you quite the hugger?” He laughs. “I’m glad Matthieu made friends with someone so friendly.”

“Matthew’s great! I love him already. He loves me, too! He told me so.” He pulls away to cross his arms over his chest proudly. “But I’m sure he loves you still! Just like I love my dad still.”

“I’m sure he does. Love isn’t a limited feeling. The more it’s needed, the more it shows up.” Alfred furrows his brows slightly.

“Matthew and I don’t love you both any less, but we love each other more than we did. Does that mean if you and dad come to love each other, you will still love us the same you already do?” Francis feels his cheeks heat up slightly in embarrassment. He picks Alfred up and brushes his nose against his cheek.

“That’s right. We might love you both even more by then. If that happens. I’m not going to promise it will. But it could.” Alfred’s eyes light up.

“Then you would move in together and Matthew and I would never have to be apart! Except for at school, but everywhere else we could be together!” He gasps. “We could have sleepovers every night!” He wiggles out of Francis’ arms and runs over to Matthieu, who’s just come out of the bathroom. “We have to get our dads together! We’d be able to have a sleepover every night! We’d live in the same house! Let’s get them together, pleeeeeeeeeeeease!”

“Daddy says love isn’t something you can force. And they’d have to be in love for that to happen.” Alfred’s bottom lip trembles, and he starts crying. “Hey! Okay! Alright! We can try. Just stop crying. Please.” He wipes at his tears. “I don’t want to see someone I love crying.” He hugs him tightly. “Just don’t be disappointed if they don’t wind up loving each other, okay?” Alfred nods, hiccuping slightly from his outburst of tears. “Shh. I’m right here. I’ll soothe you.” He glances up at his father, who’s standing in the doorway with an amused expression. “Go find Arthur, Daddy! We’ll be fine!”

“Yeah! We’ve got to plot! Shew! Go! You can’t hear any of this!” He laughs, and leaves the room without protest. He finds Arthur, and leans against the wall next to him.

“Just thought you should know, our sons are plotting ways to get us together currently. They want a sleepover every night.” Arthur groans quietly, but doesn’t look up from his grading.

“It was Alfred’s idea, wasn’t it? No need to answer, I know it was. I’d hate to disappoint them. Should we just let them plot for now?” Francis raises a brow.

“Don’t you think we should stop it before it becomes something serious?”

“I’ve never seen him this happy. I want to enjoy it a bit more before I tell him anything.” He sighs softly. “I knew it would come back to bite me in the ass when I told him boys could love boys, and girls could love girls. And everyone in between.”

“I wondered why he used a neutral term for Matthieu’s polar bear. Now I know. He’s got a wonderful father.” He notices Arthur’s cheeks turn red.

“I’m only teaching him love and acceptance. That shouldn’t mean I’m a wonderful father. It should be the norm.”

“But it isn’t. And that’s what makes you wonderful for doing it. I’m teaching Matthieu the same things.” Arthur looks up at him. “It’s relieving, knowing I can make a friend with the same views I have about that.”

“I suppose it is. But are we friends? We aren’t their age anymore. Looking at each other doesn’t make us friends.”

“Maybe not. But I would say trusting me to watch your child, and trusting me to be in your house, counts as friendship. I view us as friends. Don’t you?” Arthur rolls his eyes, and goes back to grading.

“I know you wouldn’t do anything. You’ve got a child as well. We aren’t friends because we don’t know much about each other.” Francis scoffs.

“Then let’s change that. You’re an English teacher. I’m a chef. Your name is Arthur. Mine is Francis. We both have beautiful little boys that are actually twins. That alone should be enough for us to be friends.”

“I really must finish grading. Please, leave me be. We can speak when we cook. Feel free to sit on the couch and watch something. I have a feeling Alfred and Matthieu will come out if they hear the television going.” Not wanting to push anything, Francis does as he’s told. Arthur was right; the two boys come out less than a minute after he turns on the television, and cuddle up to him and each other.

“Well, good to see you three getting along.” Arthur smiles at them. Alfred launches himself into his arms, hugging him tightly.

“You’re finished! Yay! Can we have macaroni and cheese tonight? And chicken nuggets!”

“Some corn, too?” Comes Matthieu’s quiet voice. Before he can respond, Francis is speaking.

“Of course you can.” He kisses both of them on the forehead, then looks at Arthur. “But I won’t stand for boxed food. Can you watch after Matthieu for a bit? I’m going to get ingredients.” He nods slowly. “Merci!” He pulls his car keys out of his pocket, and is out the door before Arthur can comprehend what happened.

“Ooooooh! Chef food!” Matthieu lets out a snort of laughter. It reminds both of the people with him of his father’s amused laugh.

“Sorry I ran out so fast. I was inspired. Can you put on a movie for the boys? Then meet me in the kitchen!” He hurries to the room, washing his hands while he waits on Arthur. He grins at him when he comes into the room a few minutes later. “Great! Wash your hands.” He does so silently. “Do you know how to make corn on the cob?”

“Boil some water, right?”

“Okay. Can you get some bowls for the chicken? I’m going to bread it.”

“What? Is that not how you make corn?” Francis smiles sweetly at him.

“It’s better in the oven.” Arthur blushes slightly. He feels silly now. Why has he never thought of that? “It’s alright. I don’t expect you to know all of my tricks. That’s why I’m teaching you. If you knew them already, there wouldn’t be a point in doing this.” Arthur nods slowly. That makes sense! He hurries to pull out some bowls for Francis. “You can boil some water for the macaroni though. After we make the noodles.” Make the noodles!? What on Earth!

“Are we doing everything from scratch?”

“Absolutely.” This is going to be a long prep. “Let’s see… Noodles first. They have to rest for a bit. I can cut the chicken while that happens.” He pulls out some ingredients, and starts whisking them together. He explains exactly what he’s doing to Arthur, smiling the entire time. Once the pasta is resting, he washes his hands again, and shifts to cutting the chicken into cubed pieces. He covers them in a flour, season salt, salt, and pepper mix, dips them in egg, then in breadcrumbs. He places each one carefully on a pan, placing them in the oven when he’s finished. Arthur’s stomach knots up nervously when he leans close to him to wash his hands. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” He shakes his head quickly.

“I think I can do that in the future.”

“Good. They’re much healthier than anything store bought. And tastier. I’m sure Alfred will appreciate it.” He pulls away, and Arthur lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “On to the pasta!” He starts folding it delicately. Arthur… tries. And very miserably fails. “Here. Like this.” He takes his hands and moves them carefully, showing him how to do it. He can feel his heart beating fast. Francis is stunning. He feels special, having him here to teach him all of this. “Try on your own?” He does, focusing hard on the dough in front of him. He actually manages to make one.

“I did it!” He smiles brightly, laughing a bit. “I didn’t think it was possible! Thank you!” He turns to hug him, and freezes. Right. They’re not close enough for that. He goes back to making pasta, head bowed and cheeks flushed. When they’re finished, Francis places them aside, washes his hands again, and fills a pot with water to boil it. Arthur washes his hands, and starts shucking the corn. At least he can do that! Francis watches him curiously, but doesn’t comment. Hopefully that means he’s doing good? He hands them off to the man when they’re clean, and he places them on a sheet to be buttered.

“It’s sweet corn, so it’s better to only butter them. Other types you want to prepare differently.” Arthur nods. He’s actually understanding this! “Would you like to put them in?” He carefully takes the pan, and slides them into the oven, next to the chicken nuggets. He trusts that Francis knows what he’s doing. “Now for the macaroni.” He pushes them into the boiling water, and stares intently at them. He drains them way sooner than Arthur expected. Seeing his confusion, Francis explains it to him. “Fresh pasta cooks a lot faster.” “Ah.” He bows his head again, blushing more. He glances up just in time to see his companion adding shredded cheese and milk to the noodles. “Even the cheese has to be made like this?”

“It’s better this way, trust me.” He bites his bottom lip, and measures out some breadcrumbs. He tosses those into the macaroni and cheese, and stirs them in. That’s… interesting. “They’re really good. I promise.” He gives him a reassuring smile, then checks on the items in the oven. He pulls out the corn, but leaves the chicken nuggets. Maybe three minutes pass before he deems them done. He turns to grin at Arthur. “Doesn’t that feel better? Oh, by the way, you’re covered in flour from the pasta.” He brushes his shirt off lightly. Fuck. His hand is warm, and gentle, and Arthur steadfastly ignores the pleasure that comes from him touching his chest.

“I should probably go change. You should, too.” He gives him a polite, slightly concerned smile. “You must be hot in that. I don’t know how you cook with sleeves.”

“I guess I’m used to it. But oui, I’ll change too. Then we can all eat!”

~ Did Arthur already mention he’s royally fucked? Because he is. He’s been staring at Francis for the past two and a half hours. He only knows it’s been that long because that’s the length of the movie that just ended. He didn’t watch a second of it. “I’m glad we were able to tell the boys they’re actually twins. I think they took it well. Don’t you?” He looks at the two between them. They’re snuggled up to each other, asleep. Matthieu is beside Francis, and Alfred is beside him.

“I think they’re happy to have each other in any way. Being brothers just makes it better.” Francis nods thoughtfully.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about their plan to get us together.” Not this. Anything but this. “I don’t think we should ruin their fun.”

“We have to. We can’t let them think there’s a possibility of moving in together sometime soon.” Francis looks him dead in the eyes.

“Who’s to say there isn’t a possibility? I know you’ve been staring at me. For the entire length of the movie. Do you even know what we just watched?” His face turns crimson, and he jerks his head to the side. “I thought so. Don’t worry though.” He carefully reaches over the boys to grab Arthur’s hand and squeeze, causing him to look at him again. “The only reason I know you’ve been staring at me is because I’ve been staring at you. More discreetly, of course, but I have. You’re cute. And I love your eagerness to learn. I hope that exists in every category.” He winks at him, then runs his tongue along his teeth. Arthur shudders at the implications.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he huffs out indignantly. Francis raises a brow at him. It’s a challenge. Are you sure this is the route you want to take? It is. “Besides, I’m only eager to learn because there’s so much I don’t know yet.”

“I can teach you something right now, if you want.” He squeezes his hand again. “I know I want to.” He licks his lips.

“That depends on what it is. And where our relationship stands if it’s what I think it is.”

“It’s definitely not as bad as what you’re thinking it is. But I won’t do it if you aren’t willing. As for our relationship… Will you be my boyfriend?” There’s the word. That darn word that has Arthur’s face practically on fire from the embarrassment! He nods, feeling too shy to say anything. “Good. Now I want to teach you something.” He releases his hand, and carefully stands, making sure not to wake the boys. He picks Arthur up, still being cautious. “Where’s your room?”

This is your stopping point if you’re not reading the blowjob part

“U-upstairs. First door on the right.” He clings to Francis tightly, stomach twisting nervously. He makes his way to the room, and sets Arthur down on the bed. To his relief, he doesn’t get over him. Instead, he kneels by the bed after locking the door. “Oh! You want to do that!” He covers his face. Wearing sweatpants wasn’t the best idea. It’s super easy to tell he’s horny.

“Only if you’re okay with it.” He nods nervously.

“I am.” Francis grabs both of his thighs from behind and squeezes reassuringly.

“I promise to be gentle.” He presses a heated kiss to his bulge. Shit that feels good! It’s been too long since someone else touched him. He lets out a quiet whine.

“More. Please.”

“Non, not until you’re completely hard.” He kisses it again. Arthur’s breath hitches, and he tilts his head back. “You’re very sensitive. This will be fun.” He tightens his grip on his thighs, and sucks lightly. Arthur squirms a bit. This will be really fun. “Try not to wake Alfred and Matthieu,” he mumbles before tugging at his pants. He lifts his hips up, letting him slip them off easily. He can’t help but smile when he sees his underwear. “Superman.”

“Shush. Alfred picked them out. He wanted me to know I’m his hero. Now continue. Please.” Francis nods, and sucks on his bulge again. He jerks slightly, letting out a faint squeak. He breathes out through his mouth to tease him, and is surprised to feel hands in his hair.

“That’s how you want to play?” Arthur nods. Francis smirks, and bites down lightly on the fabric. His hair gets tugged on, and Arthur jolts slightly.

“Fuck,” he breathes out. He reaches for his pillow, and brings it to his mouth so he can bite down on it. He’s not going to be able to keep himself silent. Francis bites down again, and he moans heartily into the fabric. His erection is already nearly as hard as it can be. “You’re good with your mouth,” he mumbles into the pillow.

“I know I am~” He nips at it lightly, then tugs on his underwear. Arthur lifts himself up, letting him take them. He presses a kiss to the head with a smirk. “Beautiful,” he whispers before taking all of it into his mouth. Arthur is definitely going to take advantage of him seemingly not having a gag reflex. He bucks his hips, reveling in the quiet noise of surprise Francis makes. He pulls on his hair, guiding him up his shaft a bit. He pulls away from his pillow to talk.

“It’s really hard to resist doing what I want, so I’m going to ask if it’s okay. I won’t do it if you say no, but I really want to fuck your mouth. Can I?” Francis’ eyes widen slightly. Arthur smirks, knowing that’s not what he expected. “What? I like being in control~” He watches the man shudder, then nod. Immediately, he starts moving his hips. Slowly at first, then a bit faster. Francis tightens his jaw slightly, causing him to drag his teeth along the top. Arthur shoves his pillow back in his mouth and moans loudly. He tries to make eye contact, but he tightens his jaw again. Arthur tosses his head back in pleasure as his teeth rake along the top and bottom. Francis brings a hand up, running it along his thigh. He pauses to fondle him for a moment, then continues back more. He pushes one finger into Arthur, and he screams into the pillow. He’s close! And coming undone.

He tugs harder on his hair, now guiding his head back and forth, in time with his hip thrusts. “Oh God!” it’s loud enough to hear through the pillow. He lets himself enjoy it for a few more moments, before deciding he’s too close to tempt fate. He releases Francis’ hair and scoots back, but he comes with. “You want me to…?” He nods. Arthur flushes crimson, but grabs his hair again. He gives a few smaller thrusts, then a big one that pulls a scream-moan from his lips and lets him reach his release. He rides it out, thrusting a few more times, before releasing Francis’ hair for the night. He feels the finger slip out of him and shudders. They both pant heavily, not looking at each other. Just as he parts his lips to ask Francis if he wants the same done to him, he moans loudly, trembling with pleasure. “Did you just…?”

“Masturbate while I was sucking you off and finish while I was swallowing down your release? Yes.” Arthur shoves his face into the pillow, completely embarrassed. He peeks out when he feels a hand on his shoulder. “I’m going to clean up a bit. Then we should put the boys to bed. Can we sleep together tonight?”

“You don’t need to ask,” he mumbles out shyly. He hugs the pillow to his chest, and sticks his tongue out at Francis. “I want you to sleep with me.” He smiles brightly. “And I’m happy to report you taught me some very valuable information that I will be using in the future. Hopefully the near future.” He winks at him. “Oh, and the bathroom is across the hall. Towels are in the linen closet.” He blows him a kiss as he opens the door. “Have fun, sexy.” His ears turn red and he leaves the room quickly. Arthur stands, stretching himself out. He’s not got any mess to clean up, so he pulls his clothes back on and wanders out into the hall. He meets up with Francis, who kisses him deeply. He doesn’t even mind not knowing if he brushed his teeth or not.

“Let’s put those two to bed and make out until we fall asleep.”

“That sounds wonderful.”

#frukweek2020 #day 6 #fruk #aph face #aph face family #aph america #aph canada #aph england #aph france #why did i make this #the characters took over #kinda smut #no its smut #smut #this is my first time writing something like this in detail

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vethandbren · 5 years

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ya’ll i’m finally listening to The Party Called Vox Machina (Critical Role/Hamilton) and boi I’ve got some THOUGHTS

“right ya’ll I’m gonna smoke a bowl and fuckin REVEIW this shit

first of all, I’m starting this /liveblog/ partway thru but I gotta say, I got chills when listening to “Your Shot,” which I admit I found a little... cheesy at the beginning when Keyleth takes over for Vax after he does the “I Imagine death so much it feels more like a memory” bit becos like... it’s her story.

Also “Feywild Delight” is my favorite so far

as funny as I find giving “blow us all away” to Victor, I’m not sure how it’s going to match the emotional intensity of the original.... wait nevermind they’re tying it in with GLINTSHORE that fucking perFECT,

it is unfortunate but you CAN tell that everyone recording this is white

ooh hey it’s cool that “my shot” being given to Vax ties in nicely to the theme in “right hand man” where it gives a hint of passing on the torch ... and of course “dying is easy,young man, living is harder,” like all the most emo Hamilton lines, is perfect for Vax (:

the dark, bouncy “The room where it happens” works VERY well with the chess game they were playing with raishan

This thing is so LONG... there are 47 songs and I’m PRETTY sure that Hamilton is only 46 songs??? Dark CritRole Hamilton show me the forbidden 47th song

I wasn’t too sure about “Wait for it for Keyleth” but it grew on me pretty fast - Keyleth, out of all of them, has to be the most willing to wait for things.

the only problem with switching the song order (not that I don’t think they shouldn’t have done it... Campaign one’s story beats do not line up particularly well with Hamilton’s at all lol

“When you see Larkin, thank him for the reinforcement” made me laugh out LOUD im ngl

Thordak singing “I know her” is a gift

aw I was in the middle of typing that when it segued into “Take a Break(in the fire Plane)” and I had to stop and hide my face from the cute that is pike teaching grog to read

Im sorry but I’m dying over

Vex: Let’s become slaves!

Juuraiel: (You Are Slaves!)

damn “Matthew Mercer”

ok it took me an embarasslingly long while to figure out what “Your Obedient Servant” was referencing because I always skipped over the “Scanlan buys drugs” bits because it gave me mAD secondhand embarrassment

“Guest stars: we get the job done”

and of course, nothing other than “the battle of Yorktown/the world turned upside down” could have been used for the battle of emon

Was this made after the campaign ended or just after the conclave arc ended? even if it was I understand why it would focus on just the chroma conclave because that’s a fairly coherent storyline but I there are some moments I would have loved to see from a truly campaign spanning ....hamilton rewrite? tbh I’m not sure what I want here lmao

whelp I’m too tired to make any of this coherent... Honestly this was an incredible fanwork ...g’nite yall

#the party called vox machina #vox machina musical #critical role #hamilton #honestly who even knows what to tag this

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taenamseok · 6 years

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The Great Hoseok

Materlist

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Summary: Life working in a speakeasy was far from boring, but when a new customer catches your eye, he changes your life, bringing a whole new level of thrill. Can you handle it?

Warnings: slight intimacy

"No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart."

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Chapter Eight

Hoseok POV

I carried her limp body in my arms, the fear of how bad her condition actually is causing my knees to shake slightly. "You're gonna be okay, baby. You're gonna be okay." I whisper to her over and over again as I carry her up to my room. I lay her gently on my bed, pressing my fingertips to her neck to check her pulse. I sigh in relief as I feel her heartbeat, and I push her hair out of her face before rushing to grab a damp rag. I pat her head softly with the rag, cleaning up all the blood to reveal the small break in her soft skin. I felt awful. That bastard, I thought taking her away from him would ruin him. He's not supposed to be fighting. He's supposed to be completely destroyed. I took away the woman he loved. He doesn't deserve love after what he did to me. I sat on the bed, pulling her into my embrace. I held onto her tight, carefully stroking her hair and back. I look at the beautiful woman in my arms. What once was just an object of vengeance, now the one person that holds my heart in her small, delicate touch. He's never getting her back. He doesn't deserve it. "That bastard should be ruined. He deserves it." I mumble to myself. "What?"

Your POV

"That bastard should be ruined. He deserves it." You hear, sounding far away, slowly getting closer. What was he talking about? "What?" You ask, groaning as your head starts pounding. You groan into the warm chest your face is buried in. You're met with gentle caresses and quiet shushes. "Its okay baby doll. Just rest. Shhh, it's okay." He cooes. "What happened? Where are we?" You ask. "We're home, baby. I was going to ask you what happened." He chuckled. Your brain tries remembering exactly what happened. "Um, I was sitting in the car, and you were out with Matthew, and he, he started yelling, and he was getting really angry, and he looked like he was gonna hurt you." You stutter. "And?" He asks calmly. "And, I got out of the car, and I started shouting at him, and I saw him about to punch you, so I grabbed his arm to try and stop him, and he threw me to the side, then everything went dark." You recall, your head hitting so bad tears start staining Hoseok's shirt.

"You tried to protect me, baby doll? Why? You know I can handle it." He whispered. "I got scared. I don't want you to get hurt." You sniffled. "Baby no one is going to hurt me, I promise. You don't have to worry about that." He cooes. You curl up more into him, looking up at him, tears rolling down your cheeks, your bottom lip quivering. "But the thought of it scares me, Hoseok." You whimper. The lack of his nickname shocks him slightly, making him realize how serious you were. "Why does it scare you, baby?" He whispers, stroking your cheek. "Because, I care about you. A lot." You admit, causing his heart to melt. His eyes soften even more, shoulders relaxing entirely. "Y/N, I care about you too. I promise, nothing will ever happen to me or you. I'll keep us safe." He says, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "Now, just rest, okay? I won't leave. Just rest." He says softly, pulling your head back towards his chest. You listen to him, allowing yourself to drift into a comfortable sleep wrapped in his arms.

After you wake up a few hours later, you feel soft strokes on your back. You look up to see Hoseok staring out the window, lost in his own thoughts. He look sad, but beautifully so, the glossiness of his eyes the first sign of weakness you'd ever had the chance to see. You reach up, cupping his cheek, pulling him out of his trance. "Hello. How are you feeling?" He asks softly. "My head doesn't hurt so much anymore." You say, adjusting yourself to sit next to him, your legs hooking over his and your head in his shoulder. "What are you thinking about?" You ask, wanting to know what made him so sad.

"Oh, it's nothing, baby doll. Just thinking about the past. Don't you worry about it." He sighs, his fingertips ghosting over your arm. "But its making you sad, isn't it?" You ask, upset over his answer. "Not sad, exactly. Just, a piece of my history that made me who I am today." He replies. You nod, not completely satisfied but not wanting to push the subject. During your time together you've accepted that he is a man of many secrets, many of which you may never know, but that didn't push you away. If anything, it drew you to him even more. You knew there were secrets, and you hoped to learn them.

There's a knock on the bedroom door, startling both of you. "Come in." Hoseok half shouts, careful not to be too loud. The door swings open, and the 6 men you've grown comfortable with pile in. "Y/N, are you okay? We heard what happened." Jin says, leaning over the side of the bed to rub your arm. "Oh wow, you've definitely got a gash on your head." Namjoon says, leaning close to examine your head. "Excellent deduction, Sherlock." Hoseok rolls his eyes at the man, pulling you closer to his chest, the comment causing Namjoon to pout. "Is she okay?" Jungkoo asks softly. "Yeah, I'm okay, just have a but of a headache." You reply, giving a small smile.

"We have him in custody now, what should we do with him?" Jimin asks Hoseok, causing you to raise an eyebrow. Why was the chief of police asking Hoseok what to do with someone in custody? "You're the chief, Jimin, you decide. Although I think I am going to have this bruise for a few days." Hoseok sighs, pointing at his cheek. "Alright, I'll let you know what happens." Jimin says, nodding at him. "I'm sorry we weren't faster. We probably could've helped Y/N too." Jimin sighs, disappointment in himself evident in his features. "Don't worry, I'm okay. I'm tough, I won't break from a little rough handling." You chuckle. "Don't I know it." Hoseok smirks, placing a kiss on your head. There he goes again.

"Are you boys staying long?" Hoseok asks, rubbing your back slowly. "Well, we weren't planning on it, but I'm free to if you're offering." Taehyung smiled, his lips forming a box to display his teeth, and you found it absolutely adorable. "Why not? You up for a quiet party, baby doll? Get your mind off today?" Hoseok asks you, and you look around at the 6 expectant faces surrounding the bed. "Sure, why not?" You smile, being met with a round of applause and shouts, causing you to flinch slightly. "Boys, too loud." Hoseok sighs, holding your head. A round of apologies sounds. "Someone please get me a drink." You groan.

You all gather in the den, turning the radio on low and taking your seats. You sit between Hoseok and Yoongi, much to Taehyung's disappointment, as he wanted to sit next to you but was denied by Hoseok, his bouncy personality seemed too much for you to handle at the moment. Casual banter filled the room as you all drank, becoming less tense with each sip. Eventually your headache began to dissipate, and you start shouting and dancing. Everything is very laid back and fun.

You start dancing with Taehyung and Jungkook as Hoseok watches, the alcohol causing you to lose control of your body. You sway to the rhythm sandwiched between the two men. You're having the most fun you've had in a while, and your mind goes fuzzy.

Hoseok POV

Watching Y/N dancing with Taehyung and Jungkook pissed me off beyond belief, but I held it in surprisingly well due to the fact that they wouldn't dare to actually try anything with her. Y/N giggled loudly, obviously enjoying herself. "She really is gorgeous, Hoseok. You found yourself a gem." Yoongi smirked, watching Y/N move. "Yeah, I know." I smiled. "Does she know?" He asks, causing me to tense. Why is he bringing it up now? "No, she doesn't, and I hope she never finds out." I reply coolly. "Let's hope not. If she does, you might lose your precious doll." Yoongi says, leaning back into the couch. Y/N looks at me, smiling as she leaves the boys, strutting over to me and sitting in my lap, straddling me.

"Baby doll, what are you doing?" I ask, my fingers tracing over her hip as she starts rubbing my chest. "Why don't you come dance with me, Mister J? You look so bored over here." She slurs, her bottom lip protruding in a cute pout. "But I don't want to dance, baby. You can have fun though." I tell her, my thumb tracing over her lip. "But I wanna be near you." She whispers, her forehead pressing against mine. "Baby, you've been around me all day, you deserve to have a bit of fun." I tell her, placing my hand on the back of her head. "Fun? I can have fun?" She slurs, her eyes droopy a bit as they meet mine. I know she's going to regret drinking so much in the morning. "Of course." I simply reply. "Okay." She whispers before crashing her lips onto mine. It catches me off guard, but I happily return the kiss, her lips moving rather sloppily on mine. Her hand moves to the back of my head, tangling in my hair as my hand grips her hip. She moans softly into my mouth, pushing her hips into mine.

I pull back a bit, breaking the kiss and look up at her. "Baby doll, what do you think you're doing? You want to start something with everyone in the same room?" I whisper to her, sensing all eyes on us, a hush falling over the room. "I don't care, Mister J." She pouted. She dipped her head down again, her lips attaching to my neck. I threw my head back, hissing at the contact, my eyes shutting tightly. What has gotten into her?

"Damn, guys, get a room." Jin jokes. "A room? This is my room. This is my house, and before you see anything I suggest you all leave." I gasp, Y/N's hips grinding down harshly into mine. She's started nibbling on my skin, sucking and licking my neck as if shes trying to leave marks. "What if we don't want to miss this." Namjoon says, his voice slightly breathy. "You guys, get the, fuck out." I gasp, Y/N's hand sliding in between us, grabbing onto my semi hard cock. "Fine." They whine, and I hear them shuffle out of the room.

"Y/N, baby, what's gotten into you?" I gasp, her hand running over my crotch. She pulls away, looking down on me, her eyes half lidded. "I dont know. I just want to touch you." She says, cupping my member again. "Did you not get enough this morning, baby? Why are you so needy?" I ask. "I want to touch you, and I want you to touch me too, because I love you." She mumbles, eyes fixated on her hand. My eyes widen, her words taking me aback. "You, you what?" I ask again, softly grabbing her wrist and pulling it away from my area. "I, I love you." She whispered, looking me in the eyes.

I blink rapidly, still not entirely comprehending what she means. Does she mean it? Is she wasted? I have no clue if its true or not, but it warms my heart. "Y/N, I love you too. So much." I admit, not sure if she'll remember it in the morning or not. I lean forward, catching her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. She tries reaching for my crotch again, but I stop her. "No, baby doll, not tonight. I'm afraid you might be too drunk, and I'm a gentleman. If I fuck you, I want you to remember it, and I don't think you're going to remember any of this in the morning." He say, causing her to pout. "But, I need you." She whimpers. "I know, baby, I can feel how wet you are, you're soaking through my pants. However, if you still need me tomorrow night when you're sober, I'd be happy to fuck your pretty little pussy. Do we have a deal, baby doll?" I smirk, taking her chin between my thumb and index finger. "Yes, Mister J." She pouts.

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lunaoftheheart-blog · 6 years

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So I found some good seduce me musical numbers

Ok so recently I have been somewhat obsessed with the seduce me fandom. And one of the characters in it is named Erik he’s a incubus and tbh my least favorite boy. ( idk just the way he wants to make every word he says drip with sexuality or something idk. Props to you if you like him he’s just not for me I get to grossed out whenever he flirts with me but anyway) another love of mine is musicals. So like around this time last year I did a animatic about the Mc or the game and Erik. Why you might be asking yourself if he supposedly your least favorite well it’s because the song I chose was a dead girl waking from heathers. A song about a girl wanting to get it on with a boy she likes and sense Erik as a character is so fuled by his sexuality I thought he would be a good pick for the song. Like I know I could have chosen any brother but Erik just seemed like the best option because of previously mentioned sex drive being a big trait of his. Well flash forward to today and we’ll i have found myself in quite the pickle because I have an entire playlist of musical songs for the incubros and all if not most of them apply to Erik. I DONT KNOW HOW THE FUCK THIS HAPPEND. I don’t even like Erik this much but I keep wanting to put him in musical numbers and it’s freaking embarrassing. (Honestly Though I blame Anatole from comet for most of this because him and Erik have a lot of parallels but bah) anyway so now I’m trying to find musical numbers for the rest of the boys including Diana and this is what I have found so far. James: “It only takes a taste”:waitress: honestly this could apply to any of the boys but I find the calm tones of guy playing the doctor more accurate to James even if he is more airhead than James is. Erik: “ Natasha and Anatole” from great comet : THIS SONG LET ME TELL YOU! If this song is not a perfect representation of you being enthralled by Erik in musical form I don’t know what is. Sam: “ fight for me” from heathers: I have actually started makeing an animatic for this song twice it’s such a good song for sam. Or more like a good song for Mika to sing to sam. It’s really sweet and touching and full of violence just like our main boy Sam! Matthew: “Never getting rid of me” from waitress: this song is so cute and bouncy I think is such a cute fit for him give or take a few verces that is. Damien/Sero: “if I could tell her” from dear even Hanson. Basically I could see Damien singing the whole song while I see sero singing only the last minute of it. It’s such a sweet and innocent song that get very heartwarming at the end which is how I feel Damien is most of the time so~ But like no seriously just thinking about Sero singing the last minute of this to Diana made me super giddy so we will see. Diana: “ Changeing my major”from Fun Home: literally change the name Joan to Diana and we have basically Mika’s thoughts about her after they get together in seduce me 2. I mean literally I can’t be more blunt with this. Just freaking listen to it!! Bonus: Bad end Sero: “our love is god” from heathers: I mean I think my reasoning is in the tittle once again just listen to the last minute of it for the point I’m going for but honestly the whole song fits him. Anyway that’s been my research so let me know if y’all have any better songs for the boys!! @thebunnyofevil

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cresentmoon2007-blog · 5 years

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Good Morning to everyone. There hasn’t been too much going on lately with the pregnancy. This little girl has been extraordinarily good as to not making me sick or uncomfortable yet. The only issue that I have had is indigestion. Boy, I forgot how bad I got that during pregnancy, but if that is the only symptom that I have during this pregnancy, I am a happy camper! The past couple of weeks have been busy. Matthew had his Annual Northside Hospital Cancer Survivor event on April 27th which was fun for him and the family. This year, Northside put together a cute carnival. They had carnival games, ferris wheel, slides, bouncy houses, bingo, a DJ, free food, and more.

I wished I took more pictures, but I was too busy having to hold everyone’s items that they won from the carnival games or brought in with them. At first, that morning started off on a sour note. We got to the event early and the girls needed to use the restroom, so we went across the street to the Publix. Low and behold I locked the keys in the car while getting Adalynne out. We tried breaking into the car with no luck, so I had to breakdown and call our insurance company. That was a process, but we finally got it taken care of and on our way an hour later. I was so upset that I did that, but Matthew never once scolded me which was nice since I did that enough for him.

So, we are 25 weeks along in the pregnancy and the parents couldn’t be happier. I met with the Intended Mother the other day because she ordered this system called BellyBuds so that the baby could start listening to their voices through these prenatal audio speakers (Earbuds). These are really neat. You download an app and record your voice singing, reading, talking, etc. so that the baby can get used to hearing their voices and get used to them too. So, if you are pregnant and would like to personalize subject materials that the baby can listen to, this would be the perfect route to go. Our next appointment is next Thursday and that appointment will be the Glucose testing. Oh how I am looking forward to that! We are trekking along really well and before I know it I will be having a little girl for my Intended Parents. It brings me so much joy to be able to bless this couple with this little girl! They have waited so long to be parents and I cannot wait until they can hold her in their arms and see how they melt. I am looking forward to being in the hospital and not having to wake up every 2 hours with nurses coming in to check on the baby and just enjoying some alone time after the labor. They will have their own room so that they can take care of their new baby and I will have my own room to relax. 🙂 My own little vacation for a couple of days and then I will be aching to get out of there. Who knows, I will probably be begging them to let me go hours after the delivery. In my past deliveries, I was always asking to go home right after my kids were born because I honestly hate being held up in a hospital room. Just pray for the remainder of the pregnancy to go great and to be able to have a healthy baby girl. Also, pray for the parents because in less than three short months they will be first time parents! So exciting!! God Bless everyone and I will update when I get something to update on.

25 Weeks Along Good Morning to everyone. There hasn't been too much going on lately with the pregnancy. This little girl has been extraordinarily good as to not making me sick or uncomfortable yet.

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tquinn2000-blog · 7 years

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Old short story (few years old)

The fabricated lie of falling in love/ Change

Matthew was a very ‘normal’ kid, what does normal mean anyway? Whatever it means has haunted him for years now, but he would deny it. He had blonde hair that was permanently spiked up despite his countless battles to keep the hair down. His school was a bit lacking on discipline so he got away with dying his hair an odd colour every other week, this was his first week back so he kept it normal, for now. He wore long black shirts that fit his form, he also had a collection of clothes that clashed horribly with the shirts, but he didn’t care. His bottom half was covered by loose-fitting tracksuit bottoms that should be sagging eternally but never are. He wore Converse his only “mainstream” article of clothing. His face was commonly adorned by thick-rimmed glasses that he did not need. He claimed it improved his overall aesthetic.

“It does,” moaned Matthew.

Oh, yes he also talks a lot. Almost an unhealthy amount some would say, including me.

“No, if I have told you a hundred times I’ll tell you again it is a sign of creativity, how else would I be able to get into the most prestigious college in the whole of Florida?” Matthew bragged.

Ah, this brings up how he got into this ‘school’ in the first place he won first place in all of the literary events in his middle school, including but not limited to: Poetic fair, creative storytelling and Poetry Jam! The latter was to be exclaimed whenever it was spoken so it appeared less mind-numbingly dull. Because the school brings in ‘creative’ kids they are given free reign whatever they want whenever they wanted. This was admittedly one of the main reasons Matthew aimed for this college.

“Not true, I aimed for this college to get my parents off my back and so I can do something I can take pride in.” Matthew explained.

Matthew, do I have to remind you that you are talking to me. I know you as well as I know myself.

“Okay, now get into the meat of the story I’m sure whoever reading this doesn’t want as much detail as this get into to the happy stuff.” Matthew moaned.

There you go, creative not patient.

“Shut up and get on with it!!” Matthew snarled.

Ok. It was 256 days, 6 hours and 9 minutes ago when Matthew first met Irene (How come you remember this but not what happened yesterday? “Selective memory, though I wish I could forget it…” Matthew muttered.) He first met her when going to the premiere of the soon to be cult classic Night of the noire nuit (Roughly translated to Night of the black night).

“It’s really good,” explained Matthew it was directed by the up and coming star Helberg Nightlen, It has a really nice feel and it cou…”

Sorry to interrupt – not really - but I have to continue with this; the ‘millennials’ have a very short attention span, we won’t last long with this boring love story what with all the Twilights and their poorly made conflicts. (“Real love is boring.” moaned Matthew.)

So after the movie Matthew stayed behind to see the now necessary after credits scene. He noticed - as most prepubescent males do – that the only girl that stayed behind to watch it was somewhat attractive in an ‘It would be cool if she said hi’ kind of a way. Matthew was surprised when the girl clambered towards him over the chairs.

“It was kind of scary, I was all alone (as per usual) and a person I didn’t know starts climbing over chairs to get to me in semi-darkness.” Matthew said.

Mathew attempted to sidle by all the middle-aged men at the side of the aisle but they wouldn’t budge engrossed as they were with the scene playing out in front of them (“I didn’t catch much as I was attempting to escape from her.” complained Matthew.) She eventually got to him and merely smiled at him before laying back, as far as you can in a claustrophobic cinema chair, and motioned him forward.

“Hey,” whispered the girl “Sorry if I startled you, name’s Irene by the way.”

Irene then offered up her hand for a friendly handshake. Matthew was cautious as he was aware of STDs but was not sure how they were spread, which was is odd as at the time he was 15.

“Hey!” protested Matthew, “You are perfectly knowledgeable of the fact that I led a very sheltered life. Mom was very protective.”

Ok, calm down. After an awkward period of five seconds had elapsed the girl lowered her hand seemingly downtrodden. Matthew didn’t want to upset the girl, being the gentleman he was.

“Sorry, I’m not used to people approaching me, usually people avoid me. They think I’m a Goth.” Matthew whispered.

“That’s ok, I usually don’t approach people and tend to avoid contact with anyone, that means dinner is a personal struggle. I just felt like change, I mean change is good sometimes, right?” Irene quickly spluttered out.

Matthew has a mixed view of change a, as he had moved at least 7 times (his parents’ choice they hated the memories) he had made and lost a lot of friends. It gave him a ‘reset,’ a chance to act differently each time; he was in the introverted period of his life. But in the presence of a cute girl his opinion suddenly didn’t seem to be right. Matthew around that time would have noticed her cherry-red lips, her incredible bouncy hair and the fact that she wore a lot of grey.

Matthew had unknowingly spaced out.

“World to… hey that’s a problem I don’t know your name.” Irene said.

“It’s uh (at this point Matthew was considering lying to Irene so afterwards he wouldn’t accidentally encounter her in town in the presence of mother; her not knowing his name would make it easier to deny ever meeting her; his mom would have killed him. “She still will when Irene tells her.” That doesn’t matter now, does it? “Get on with it… please.”) Matthew .”

“Like the Bible, cool.” Irene said.

“Yeah,” Matthew confirmed, “My mum is super religious, to my detriment.”

“Oh fancy man, using big words. Not trying to impress me are you?”

While Matthew spluttered not knowing how to respond, to what he felt was flirting, Irene was laughing. Matthew quickly recovered to quiet her, fearing the men near them would give off, he had no reason to fear as all the men had left minutes ago, and the only people in the room were the cleaners, him and Irene. He had lost track of time. He noted this, being around this girl made the world to seem to speed up.

He also noted that her laugh made him happy. He wanted dearly to feel happy so he decided to hang out with her more. At least that is what he said to himself, being happy was a positive effect for being around her for a short while, he was curious to see what prolonged periods of time around her would result in. In layman’s terms? He was in love. And so it seemed was she as she didn’t hesitate when asking him on a date.

“I thought it was the other way around,” pondered Matthew “The boy asks out the girl.”

Moving on from Matthew’s very loose understanding of relationships. Now I shall skip out the boring bits. Matthew falls in love (This is the cue for ‘awwws’), he goes out on a few more dates with her, she falls in love, he tells her about me the voice on his head, she still loves him regardless and they plan their whole future together. Then on one fateful night…

They were on top of Wateman’s hill, the local designated hang out for star struck lovers. They had been going out for a long time, a little under a year. But to Matthew it seemed infinite, or some other romantic gush. He was quite happy as he had just avoided his mother noticing him leave the house. He had never gotten around to telling his mom he was in a relationship. It was there 222 day anniversary, this day was chosen for the anniversary as Irene thought 2 was the most romantic of all the numbers.

“She always had to have a favourite something, there could be no joint first place, so I am glad I had been her favourite person.” explained Matthew.

Matthew had a romantic picnic laid out (with After-Eights for deserts). He had hidden a ring that she had chosen from their local jewellery, (he had to have a few months without buying albums from his favourite band to afford it, thus was a hard time in his life. But he did it for her. Another cue for a round of ‘awwws’) in the ham and cheese sandwiches. But he was afraid she would accidentally swallow it and they would have to spend their anniversary in A and E.

“Mom would have loved to walk in on that!” said Matthew sarcastically.

The ring was instead placed in the secret pocket of his favourite jacket, This was a big deal as he kept that pocket for all his precious things; his bus pass and his signed autograph from Helberg Nightlen (For their one month anniversary they went to the premier of his new movie ‘Loving one in a world of millions.” They managed to both get a signed copy of his script. This was possible mainly because Helberg Nightlen was still ‘up and coming’ so there were about 12 in total there.)

When Irene pulled up Matthew was quite nervous but greeted her with a hug none the less. (This would have resulted in a few years grounding by Matthew’s mother if she had found out. This would have made it hard for Matthew and Irene to stay together which she would have carried out, even from beyond the grave. Matthew had an eerie suspicion Mom would decide to haunt him so she could give him advice forever. “She is not the only one.”)

After they had eaten and had chatted for a while he reached into his pocket and brandished the ring, she immediately put it on and enveloped him in a warm embrace.

“I love you Matthew.” Irene confessed.

This knocked Matthew off his feet, literally. It was the first time she had used the L word, he had used it plenty of times before but that didn’t stop him.

“I love you too Irene!” Matthew shouted.

“Shhhh, other people are having picnics as well.”

Needless to say Matthew was distracted on the drive home (He was self-taught and had ‘borrowed’ his mom’s car to go on the date). He was so distracted he didn’t realise he had ran a red light. A truck collided with him and he died immediately. The glasses he wore that were the subject of Irene’s scrutiny were smas…

“Stop!” shouted Matthew “Like I always said change isn’t always good especially for the ones you leave behind.”

Not fair, I didn’t have a choice, remember Matthew? Brothers stick together… right?

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tquinnscript-blog · 7 years

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Old short story ( few years old)

The fabricated lie of falling in love/ Change

“It does,” moaned Matthew.

Oh, yes he also talks a lot. Almost an unhealthy amount some would say, including me.

“Not true, I aimed for this college to get my parents off my back and so I can do something I can take pride in.” Matthew explained.

Matthew, do I have to remind you that you are talking to me. I know you as well as I know myself.

“Okay, now get into the meat of the story I’m sure whoever reading this doesn’t want as much detail as this get into to the happy stuff.” Matthew moaned.

There you go, creative not patient.

“Shut up and get on with it!!” Matthew snarled.

“It’s really good,” explained Matthew it was directed by the up and coming star Helberg Nightlen, It has a really nice feel and it cou…”

“It was kind of scary, I was all alone (as per usual) and a person I didn’t know starts climbing over chairs to get to me in semi-darkness.” Matthew said.

“Hey,” whispered the girl “Sorry if I startled you, name’s Irene by the way.”

Irene then offered up her hand for a friendly handshake. Matthew was cautious as he was aware of STDs but was not sure how they were spread, which was is odd as at the time he was 15.

“Hey!” protested Matthew, “You are perfectly knowledgeable of the fact that I led a very sheltered life. Mom was very protective.”

Ok, calm down. After an awkward period of five seconds had elapsed the girl lowered her hand seemingly downtrodden. Matthew didn’t want to upset the girl, being the gentleman he was.

“Sorry, I’m not used to people approaching me, usually people avoid me. They think I’m a Goth.” Matthew whispered.

Matthew had unknowingly spaced out.

“World to… hey that’s a problem I don’t know your name.” Irene said.

“Like the Bible, cool.” Irene said.

“Yeah,” Matthew confirmed, “My mum is super religious, to my detriment.”

“Oh fancy man, using big words. Not trying to impress me are you?”

“I thought it was the other way around,” pondered Matthew “The boy asks out the girl.”

“She always had to have a favourite something, there could be no joint first place, so I am glad I had been her favourite person.” explained Matthew.

“Mom would have loved to walk in on that!” said Matthew sarcastically.

After they had eaten and had chatted for a while he reached into his pocket and brandished the ring, she immediately put it on and enveloped him in a warm embrace.

“I love you Matthew.” Irene confessed.

This knocked Matthew off his feet, literally. It was the first time she had used the L word, he had used it plenty of times before but that didn’t stop him.

“I love you too Irene!” Matthew shouted.

“Shhhh, other people are having picnics as well.”

“Stop!” shouted Matthew “Like I always said change isn’t always good especially for the ones you leave behind.”

Not fair, I didn’t have a choice, remember Matthew? Brothers stick together… right?

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