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#yeah he embroidered the cardigan himself
lollytea · 1 year
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Hunter & Willow are both wearing flower patches on their clothes, with evidence that (at least) Hunter's were done by hand by himself.
And Willow is wearing an "Emerald Entrails" tshirt
Something something Hunter makes Willow clothes like he made himself that wolf shirt, or at least alters/embroiders her stuff for her something
I think that we as a society can unanimously agree to use the Huntlow Patch Rule. If Willow has patches on her clothes, there is no mystery as to how they got there. We not only know but treat it as fact.
I've decided to operate under the assumption that if Hunter isn't wearing a matching Emerald Entrails shirt underneath that jacket, he at least owns one. But he's wearing it. I'm 87% sure. Also yeah he made them.
I LOVE the idea that Hunter loves to sew so much that he just leaves fingerprints of his passion everywhere. Luz, Amity, Gus, Camila, Vee, Darius, Skara and Viney all out there living their respective lives, proudly sporting subtle little details in their outfits affectionately added by their favourite funky guy.
Personalising clothes for people he cares about is a gesture of love. And it's sweet to think that Willow sometimes asks him if he'd like to jazz up some of hers and Hunter is not only confident enough in his abilities but in his own knowledge of Willow's likes and dislikes to be comfortable with messing around with a pair of her pants and not worry about fucking them up and having her hate the final product. He knows she loves flowers so he adds flowers 💕
Everybody has a shirt or jacket or a pair of pants with one of two Hunter patches but Willow is the only one who has made it a part of her aesthetic. Its gotten to the point where she doesn't even ask anymore but patches and little embroidered patterns appear on her cardigans and she only finds out when she takes them out of the closet and she's like "Ooooooh!!" Like it's a brand new garment.
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darizu · 1 year
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💫 Dadrius Week 2022 Day 1 : Shopping
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Hunter was experiencing lots of things for the first time. Lots of them were regular daily things that happened but for him, it was a whole new world. He had finally gotten past his mostly anxiety-filled phase of getting used to life outside the castle and was now as curious as a cat ! Gaining two dads and a brother certainly was something to get used to, not that he didn’t mind. He loves Gus ! But he did enjoy some one-on-one father-son bonding with Darius. Their relationship was, messy to say the least, but it was very loving. A new experience for both of them you could say !
Today Hunter and Darius were heading to the marketplace for some grocery items. Usually, Hunter would get overwhelmed by the loud noises and crowd, but today he was feeling confident. “Alright, we need eggs, milk...” Darius would read the shopping list to himself as Hunter looked around. The sky was a lovely blue and the crisp autumn air was so comforting. He smelled some pumpkin spice and saw a vendor selling fresh apple blood cider. Everything just seemed so cosy and calm. A big goofy smile found its way onto Hunter’s face as he toyed with the buttons on his purple cardigan. It had little honeybees embroidered on the sides of the sleeves. “Looks like someone has made their way into dreamland again.” Darius playfully teased as he ruffled his son’s hair.
“Ack- Heyyyy !” Hunter squeaked and swatted at Darius’ hand. “You certainly seem to love the autumn weather kiddo.” The newfound dad smiled fondly as he watched his little prince walk around dreamily. It was nice to let go and enjoy these moments, letting him be a kid without a care in the world. Hunter, however, had plans. He was a little man on a little mission ! “I’ll need this, this, that, some of these, those are pretty !” The pink-eyed boy babbled on as he grabbed a bunch of fabric and craft supplies. Darius walked over and looked over all the things his son was grabbing. “You’ve really started to show your creative side, hun.” Oh, he was so proud of this little guy. “But what do you need all this stuff for ? We have plenty of fabric at home, hm?” Darius pondered as he checked off a couple of things from the checklist.
“We do, but I need all of this for Gus’ birthday present ! Luz made something called an ‘aroace flag’ patch for Willow’s jacket and I wanted to make something just as special for Gus ! Is- Is that okay ?” Hunter snapped out of his rambles, it just struck him that Darius was gonna be the one paying for all of this. Oh boy, did that guilt start creeping back up on the kid as he sunk. Darius’ expression soften as he knelt to Hunter’s height and gently rubbed his shoulder. “Of course, it’s okay little prince, it’s wonderful that you’re so eager to make such special gifts for your loved ones,” Darius reassured. He truly did admire Hunter’s selflessness. “But, there is one thing I had in mind,” the purple-haired man smirked as Hunter perked up. “Yeah ?” His pink eyes glowed with anticipation. “I do love sewing up outfits for you, but there are only so many styles I can do. Wouldn’t it be nice to look around at other places for some clothes ? Really adapt and express into your own personalised style, little prince !”
“My own style ?” Hunter repeated back, he hadn’t really thought of that. “Does that sound like something you’d be interested in ?” Darius gave him a warm smile as Hunter fiddled with his cape. “I think so !” His shy little grin showed and Darius couldn’t help but boop his little hooked nose. “Well let’s go then, there’s a shop not too far from here !” Darius was genuinely excited for the boy and it showed. Those fatherly instincts were getting stronger every day. Hunter rocked back and forth on his heels and looked up at his dad as if he wanted something. Darius knew what this was. “You want a piggyback ride now ?” A chuckle came from the older man as he rolled his eyes playfully. There was the cheeky kid he was beginning to see more often ! Darius scooped up Hunter with ease as a bunch of giggles escaped the boy’s lips. Oh, the things he’d do for his son.
It was certainly a sight to see, the former head witch of the Abomination Coven carrying around the former golden guard on his back. They didn’t care, they were having fun ! “So kiddo,” Darius spoke as he carried him to the little clothing shop. “What do you plan on making for your brother’s 13th birthday ?” Hunter lit up with joy, he loved to info-dump. “Well, I know Gus loves animals, specifically human animals ! When we were at Mrs. Noceda’s she showed us all kinds of them and one that Gus really liked was a capybara ! It was kinda like a dog but more… square ??” Darius chuckled, “That certainly sounds like some human animal.” Hunter nodded vigorously. “Yeah ! I was thinking of sewing him a capybara plushie with felt fabric ! I know he likes the texture and- and I was thinking of making him a little beanie hat too ! With a bunch of human world and Boiling Isles animals embroidered all over it !” Hunter flapped his hands around, getting giddier as he talked. It was cute.
“Those are very thoughtful gifts, hun !” Darius exclaimed as he set the boy down in front of the shop. “I know the owner of the shop here, and I think you might too !” Darius smiled, opening the door for the kid, and he was right ! “HUUNNTTERRR !” A yell could be heard and before Hunter knew it he had a pair of arms wrapping around him and squeezing the air out of him. “Good- to see– you too- Skara MY RIBS-” Hunter choked as he wriggled away from Skara’s grasp. She snickered and patted him on the back “Wish I could stay and chat but I’ve got a plan to act out and you know I can’t-” “-stop this thought train ?” Hunter finished her sentence smugly. “YES EXACTLY ! Oh and I’m going on a date with Viney tonight but anyways BYEEEEE !!” Skara waved and raced out the door of the shop. “I will never understand how that girl has so much energy…” Darius stretched his back as an older woman approached Hunter.
“Hello, Hunter good to see you again !” She smiled warmly and shook his hand. “Good afternoon Miss Blossom !” He gave the older woman a shy smile. “Your dad already told me why you’re here, just have a look around and find what suits you most ! If you two have any questions you know where to find me.” She smiled softly before heading back to the front desk. “Look around, hmm…” Hunter was deep in thought. He saw a cosy green sweater cardigan much like the one he was wearing. It had floral designs embroidered all over it. The sweater was warm and inviting. As he approached he noticed a blue midi skirt with a sun a moon pattern. It was shiny looking and very flowy. Hunter thought to himself, maybe he’ll look at that first- wait ! Was that a cloak ? With cats all over it ? It was ! A purple-knitted cloak with cats all over the design, it even had little cat ears over it ! It was like a big blanket, he began to walk over to it– those are nice overalls. Hunter yet again found himself looking at a pink pair of overalls. They were simple and sweet and they had a little white heart on the front pocket.
Oh boy, I think we have a problem.
All the clothing looked nice to him, he couldn’t choose ! Maybe the purple cloak ? No, he already has plenty of purple things at home. Maybe the midi skirt ? Well, he’s never worn a skirt before - would it be weird too ? The sweater would be a safe bet, but all he did was wear sweaters ! The overalls would be okay ? The colour is a bit bright though… Hunter tugged at his hair, was he doing the thing again ? What did Raine call it… ‘Overthinking’ ? Was he doing that ? Or maybe he was overthinking that he was overthinking ? His head hurt. Darius watched closely at the boy’s nervous expression and decided to step in. “Hunter, can you tell me how you’re feeling ?” There goes his dad voice, it was all over his words. “Uhm, overwhelmed…” Hunter looked down at his shoes, his voice was barely above a whisper.
Darius nodded, “Do you know why you’re overwhelmed, hun ?” He continued to gently press on, hoping that he wouldn’t interfere too much with Hunter’s own decisions. “Well,” Hunter paused to not stumble on his words. “I like everything, it’s all so nice I- I can’t choose just one but I don’t wanna be greedy and- and-” The little prince ended up stumbling on his words. Darius shook his head and snickered. “Hunter, sweetie I don’t know if you noticed but,” he looked around as if he were hiding a big secret. “I used to be head witch of a coven, if anything I won’t be short on snails.” He gave Hunter a hearty pat on the back, amused at his own joke. “Wait, I’m supposed to get more than one ??” Hunter was confused and Darius couldn’t hold himself from chuckling. “Yes hun, you’re supposed to get more than one.” Those pink eyes once again lit up, he hesitantly grabbed the midi skirt he was eyeing. “Can I get this ?” He held up the skirt to Darius as if he was waiting for his approval. Darius simply smiled, “You can get anything you like as long as you’re happy with it. You’re the one who’s going to be wearing it after all !”
Darius was hoping the little nudges of encouragement would work for the boy, and lucky for him they did. An audible squeal could be heard from Hunter - that was new. The boy ended up grabbing the things he saw beforehand, as well as a couple of new things that caught his eye. Some of the things Darius winced at, but hey, it’s not like he’d be the one wearing it ! Then Hunter saw it, a lovely maroon pinafore dress. It had a long ankle-length skirt and cute buttons, and it was made out of very thick fabric. He looked at the hem on the skirt and lo and behold - there were embroidered honeybees on it ! With honey jars and wands and- “I have a feeling you found something you love ?” Darius tilted his head, gesturing at the way Hunter was bouncing on his heels and flapping his little hands around. “I think this all I want ?” Hunter smiled as he continued to examine the pinafore dress he found. “You did well then kiddo !”
Hunter squirmed his way under Darius’ cape as he paid for everything. “Now you see why everyone goes here is because the prices are just as fashionable as the clothing !” Miss Blossom beamed at Darius’ comment. “You could say it’s because of my incredible business skills !” She exclaimed proudly as she handed over the last bag over the counter. “Thank you so much for shopping here, you’re more than welcome to come back here anytime !” Hunter attempted to exchange the same warm smile back, he looked a bit goofy. “Oh, and Hunter,” she gently cupped the boy’s cheek. “Please know that you’re more than welcome to drop by here anytime, any friend of my daughter is a family of mine.” Hunter got flustered at the amount of affection he was receiving, he didn’t know how to respond. Words were hard. He hastily gave the woman a small hug, in return she patted his head and they were on their merry way.
The sun was setting as autumn leaves danced in the chilly wind. Hunter snuggled in closer to Darius under his cape. “Tired ?” Darius pulled him in under his arm. “A little bit,” Hunter stifled a yawn. “I wonder what’s for dinner,” Hunter fiddled with his long sleeves as they exited the marketplace. “Perry’s probably going to make pasta tonight, it’s his speciality !” Darius assumed, checking off the last few things from the checklist. Pasta sounded good to Hunter, it was the first thing he had ever eaten outside the castle. Perry Porter’s famous pasta recipe. It was a comfort food now. Hunter yawned again, “Don’t tell me I’m going to have to carry you again !” Darius teased, picking up Hunter without question. Hunter rolled his eyes and let it happen, this was nice. “So, you wanna tell me what drew you to these clothes specifically ?” Darius spoke softer, he was curious. The clothing Hunter chose was extremely different from each other. He had gathered quite the variety.
“Well, I’m not sure actually. They just looked special and I guess inviting so I grabbed them.” Hunter’s eyelids were getting heavier. “How special ?” Darius used his cape and wrapped it around the blonde-haired boy. “I don't know, the midi skirt was pretty-looking. It was like a night sky and it had a bunch of suns and moons on it– kind of like Gus’ illusions. Or- or The cloak reminded me of Luz because when we first met she was wearing one and it was purple and she loves cats. The green sweater looked comforting like a big hug, like Willow !” Hunter continued to babble on about each of the clothing he chose. It seemed all of the clothing corresponded to someone Hunter cared about in his life. Darius tried his best to keep up, he was just glad that Hunter was happy and content. “Do you think Gus will like his gift ?” Hunter’s eyes were barely open now, his voice blended with the wind. Darius brushed away some of the hair on Hunter’s face. “He’s going to love it,” Hunter smiled sleepily.
“Thank you for everything, dad”
“Of course, little prince.”
Darius placed an ever so gentle kiss on Hunter’s forehead and just like that, he drifted off into his father’s arms.
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💫 I LOVE THEM SO MUCU AJDNMSNSN me when the dadrius week <3 me when the FLUFFFFF
Thank you so much to @sergeantsporks for coming up with this week ! <3
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daandyli0n · 2 years
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For the hc ask game: 10 for c!Tommy!
y'know what? i've got several, actually-
-tailorinnit. just. Tailorinnit.
-c!tommy would put a little bit of uniqueness into all the l'manberg uniforms. to represent the member it was for (y'know those hcs where c!tommy made the uniforms himself? yeah). these included:
wing slits in the back for wilbur (cause i hc c!wil to be an avian like c!phil).
due to the fact that i hc that most members of the server are nonhuman (and most of them are hybrids of some sort), tubbo, fundy, and tommy don't have normal legs. so, tommy tried to make the pants fit better (as well as put holes for their tails).
c!eret's outfit, cause i like to put symbolism and foreshadowing into stuff (regardless of it was canon or not), was made to almost look and feel like a king's outfit. c!tommy just thought the look suited them...
c!tommy likes to embroider little designs into people's outfits. c!wilbur had music notes and feathers. c!fundy had little scale-like patterns as well as a trans flag patch. c!tubbo had flowers and bees. c!eret had shiny stuff sewn in. c!tommy had paw prints and stuff.
(also, less something that c!tommy did, but c!fundy, c!tubbo, and c!tommy don't wear boots due to, y'know, paws and hooves.)
-speaking of embroidering: the Friend Cardigan. my c!tommy design Did have it (isn't wearing it currently so that You Know Who won't steal it or ruin it). c!tommy embroidered bees, alliums, and various other designs into it.
-c!tommy is pretty good at drawing in my opinion. he just hasn't been able to draw something that Isn't vent related in. Quite A While.
-y'know what? f**k it. he likes to write poetry sometimes. the type of poetry i can imagine him writing is stuff along the lines of like. sayori's poems in ddlc. like, at first it sounds like something pretty happy or exciting (or just something that you'd Expect that person to write), but if you read into it, it's just...you're beginning to wonder if that person's okay or not (spoiler alert: He's Definitely Not).
-he was (and is) that kid who liked to mix paints and colors a lot while doing art.
that's all i've got!
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goosologist · 2 years
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the Worlds Biggest Man and his favorite littol kraeture :)
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legoshi-plz · 3 years
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How about birthday prompts (Like how they celebrate your birthday and how you celebrate theirs)?
Warning: NSFW-ish themes (Riz and Bill’s part),
All Characters are adults, around mid-20s here. So basically a couple years after college. Except for Gouhin, Oguma, and Gosha who are their canon ages.
Reader is Gender Neutral
Louis:
Your Birthday:
- Mr. MoneyBags here is going to go all out as far as expenses go.
- Fancy Dinner at an elegant restaurant, picks you up in his ridiculous sports car which you’ve rode in a million times but it’s still exciting. (Also, Louis drives extremely fast. He’s a good driver but if he’s not going at least 30 miles over the speed limit, he feels like he might as well be parked in the street. Also has a bad habit of running red lights and stop signs just because he can.)
- Buys you a brand new outfit just to wear to dinner and has it delivered to you in the morning in a red velvet box with a silk bow. You’re a little uncomfortable with the whole high society scene but you go along with it anyway for Louis’ sake.
- At dinner, he orders for you. He has a bad habit of doing that, even though you’ve told him multiple times you’re capable of making your own decisions. At least he usually orders you something you end up liking.
- Night concludes back at his place, he pulls out another velvet box similar to one from this morning except this box is much smaller which only meant one thing: jewelry.
- “Louis... Are there diamonds in this?”
- “....”
-“Louis...”
-“.... Maybe...”
- You refuse to accept the overly expensive gift, refuse to even look at it. You give it back to him and you could see he’s a little hurt but you assure him you know he means well but everything was just a little too much and you felt out of place.
- He accepts your criticism gracefully even if he is a little frustrated you wouldn’t accept his gift he spent so much time picking out. He promises to tone it down next year.
His Birthday:
- You actually really hate Louis’ birthday because he almost never spends it with you.
- He always works on his birthday, not seeing it as important enough to halt business.
- You’ve tried everything from bribing his assistant to haggling his bodyguards but nobody can get Louis out of his office in his birthday.
- You’ve learned to let it go, and usually surprise him by doing something special the week before.
Legoshi:
Your Birthday:
- All about being sweet. Values time and effort over anything and hopes that you see it that way too.
- Makes you breakfast in bed, he’s a pretty good cook all things considering (it’s a skill he picked up while being a waiter.)
- Takes you out for lunch, the two of you spend the day doing pretty regular couple stuff but you’re just happy to be there with him.
- Your present is something that’s both useful and to your taste, like along the lines of a sweater or cardigan in your favorite color. He makes sure it’s oversized because he knows how much you love to wear his sweaters and he even has your name embroidered in small cursive letters above the heart.
- You love your gift and how the two of you spent the day.
His Birthday:
- You two spend it almost identically, just with he roles reversed.
-Legoshi is still a little uncomfortable with extra attention so if you want to incorporate his friends into anything then you’ll have to be really stealthy about it.
- No surprise parties please, he literally would melt into the floor with embarrassment. Best to take him somewhere and his friends slowly join in organically (or at least, you hoped it came off as organic but it really didn’t)
- “Hey Legoshi, fancy seeing you two here at this restaurant in this reserved section. Mind if I join ya?” By the tenth time that exact excuse was used, the cat was well out of the bag.
- Legoshi appreciates your efforts though, even if he’s not one for attention. He sort of clings to you the entire night, whether it be holding your hand, gripping your thigh, encircling your waist, etc. as long as he’s touching you, he feels calmer and it helps tone down his anxiety.
- Overall, Legoshi’s the type to be fine with almost any birthday celebration (or even none at all) as long as he can be with you.
Juno:
Your Birthday:
- Makes you do something spontaneous for once, even if you’re hesitant.
- Takes you somewhere like Skydiving, or Paragliding, or Bungee Jumping. If you’re adamant about making it to your next birthday not risking your life then she will settle for something a little more mild like Scuba Diving.
- Can not stop gushing about how hot you look in your wetsuit and flusters you in front of the Scuba instructor (he’s an older Walrus and finds it cute to see young animals in love).
- The two of you end up having a blast and you’re happy you went along with Juno’s plan, even if it tired you out completely.
- Once the two of you get home and shower, you collapse onto the bed and fall asleep almost immediately, the exhaustion from the deep diving really taking it’s toll.
- Juno enters the bedroom holding a cake with lit candles and wearing brand new sexy lingerie she purchased just for you to rip off of her. She’s a little disappointed to find you unconscious but she figures it is your birthday and you can sleep if you want to.
- She blows out the candles for you and puts the cake in the kitchen, then she throws on a robe and snuggles up next your slumbering figure.
Her Birthday:
- She wants to travel for her birthday and she can’t think of anyone she’d rather take a trip with more than you.
- You two go somewhere hot and tropical, probably somewhere near a beach (she loves any excuse to wear a bikini and sunbathe)
- You two probably find a bar near the beach and get drunk, her moreso then you because you start to sober up as the night goes on so you’re able to take care of her.
- You take her back to the hotel and tuck her in after helping her get ready for bed. She a giggling, flirty drunk mess the entire time but it still makes your heart soar because you know she had fun.
- Before she falls asleep, she whispers to you that this was her favorite birthday yet.
Riz:
Your Birthday:
- He’s waking you up with morning head, no way around it. You wake up to him kissing your neck, then your collarbone, down your stomach and he just keeps going down until he has you whimpering and falling apart beneath him.
- Then the two of you take a shower together and he’s making you cum for him in a totally different way.
- But once you finally pry his humongous paws off of you, you think you’ll be able to relax but he has other plans.
- He sends you off to the Spa. He’s not going in with you because he wouldn’t be caught dead in one but buys you the best top of the line experience . You enjoy the peace and relaxation but you’re kind of lonely and just want to be with him.
- When you get home, he presents your gift to you which is probably something big and wooden that he made himself because he’s great with his hands and actually an amazing craftsman. Probably something like a intricate Wooden Gazebo outside so you could sit and enjoy your garden.
- “Riz, how the hell did you get this back here without me knowing?” You ask, your arms still wrapped around his neck from where you squealed in excitement, lavishing him with kisses.
- “Built it off site, just needed a few hours to install it,” Riz winked, cupping your ass with both hands and lifting you up so your legs could wrap around his waist.
- “So that’s why you made me spend my birthday alone?” You pouted.
- “Yeah, m’sorry about that, baby. But I can make it up to you...” Riz growled, carrying you inside to the bedroom.
“Wait, I wasn’t done looking at my gift,” you giggled as he began nipping at the fur at the base of your neck.
“Trust me, it’s not going anywhere,”
His Birthday:
- Riz loves nature and outside in general. So for his birthday you plan a camping trip deep in the forest.
- You don’t tell him anything about it, you just make him request two days off of work, no questions asked.
- You two leave early in the morning, drive deep into the forest and then you spring it on him. You also let him know that if he doesn’t like the idea, theres still time to turn back and spend his birthday in the city.
- Not a chance if that happening though, this man LOVES the outdoors. He’s already halfway out the car before you could even put it in park.
- The two of you have a blast setting up the tent, making the campfire, cooking dinner over said campfire, and communing with nature.
- “There’s a river that runs north of here, it’s about a 15 minute walk from here, I figured we could go fishing there tomorrow morning,” You tell him as you sit in his lap, admiring the fire.
- However, the two of you don’t make it there until we’ll into the afternoon and it was a miracle you made it there at all. Riz had fucked you senseless last night, the atmosphere of nature giving him a newfound surge of energy. It’s a good thing no one was around because the two of you were almost embarrassingly loud.
- Anyways, Riz thoroughly enjoys his weekend of wilderness and fucking you like a wild animal all throughout the forest. You enjoy it as well despite the fact he has you almost limping by the end of the trip.
Bill:
Your Birthday:
- Honestly, he forgets. If you wait on him to remember or ‘surprise you’, then you’ll only end up ruining your own birthday.
- If you remind him on the day of, he takes you out to eat at a nice restaurant but it’s still very last minute.
- If you remind him the day before, he’ll at least get you a gift but it’s last minute.
- Overall, if you want to actually enjoy your birthday with him, you better plan it yourself
His Birthday:
- Plans an entire house party himself and invites everyone, it seems, but you. He wasn’t exactly aiming to exclude you, he just thought it’d be a given that you would be there. However, if you didn’t show up, he wouldn’t really notice either way.
- It’s wild and crazy. A ridiculously huge amount of people show up and there’s alcohol coming from every direction, and Bill is soaking up every ounce of the attention.
- Once you finally had enough of being ignored, you go home. You doubt that Bill will even notice you’ve left.
- You’re at home, showered, and about to head to bed when your phone starts ringing. It’s an unknown number so you let it ring out. But then they call back again, and again, and again. Disturbed, you accept it on the fourth call just in case it’s an emergency.
- “Finally they picked up! Y/N? You there?” It was one of Bill’s friends. Apparently in his drunken state, he went into a rage when he couldn’t find you and had been crying for you to come back for almost an hour. He was inconsolable and his friends knew there was only a matter of time before he started a fight at his own party. You were irritated but you still allowed them to drop him off at your place.
- The second you answered your front door, the giant tiger in question was all over you, squeezing you right and asking why you left him. You helped him inside and laid him in your bed.
- He cuddled with you for maybe 10 minutes tops before he was out like a light. You end up falling asleep next to him, finally enjoying a little peace for once tonight.
- That peace doesn’t last long though, Bill wakes up the next morning horny. Like extremely horny. You wake up to him grinding against your thighs, whimpering and begging to let him fuck you. You give in to the belated birthday boy and he proceeds to give you the sloppiest, most sensual, earth-shattering morning strokes of your life. You’re so mind blown by how good he fucked you, you forget about how angry you were with him.
- After a well needed shower, he takes you out for breakfast to apologize for how much of an ass he was on his birthday. You accept but tell him if he ever pulls something like that again, he can look for a new lover.
Collot:
Your Birthday:
- Surprisingly wants to spoil you on your birthday but unlike Riz, he actually minds being apart from you (he’s hella clingy, he just hates to admit it) so whatever activities he has planned, the two of you are doing it together.
- Takes you to a fancy resort, somewhere in the mountains where it’s cold and there’s snow on the ground even during the summer months.
- The two of you attempt skiing but you’re terrible at it and he ends up laughing at you falling majority of it.
- You two also enjoy the giant jacuzzi the lounge has to offer but Collot can not keep his hands off of you and eventually you two have to run back to your room for a midday quickie.
- His birthday gift to you is something simple, like a necklace with your birthstone in it. You love it and allow him to put it on you.
- The rest of the evening, it’s just you and your man, walking along the Snow filled grounds, sipping warm apple cider, and enjoying the break from the rest of the world.
Gouhin:
His Birthday:
- This man wants REST. No need to go all out, his life is crazy enough the other 365 days of the year. Just give him some peace and relaxation and he’s good to go.
- He also loves your cooking and wouldn’t be opposed to you cooking him a huge meal.
- Also loves your body and wouldn’t be opposed to you doing that thing that he really likes in bed ;)
- Your gift to him would be something he can use but also is a little unnecessary. Something like a ridiculously fancy, golden calligraphy pen for his office or a brand new crossbow with genuine leather straps. He’s pretty hard to shop for so it’s always best to go with something he already has, just a newer model.
- Honestly just wants to spend his birthday with his baby (you) as if it’s any other day.
Gosha:
Your Birthday:
- Gosha is so lovable, he’s probably more excited it’s your birthday than you are.
- He’s picked up quite a few skills over the years and baking is one of them. Bakes you a giant birthday cake in your favorite flavor. You’re grateful he was so thoughtful and made such an extravagant cake but there’s no way you’re going to finish this entire thing.
- You end up inviting over friends just to get rid of some of the cake, which they’re more than happy to do since it’s absolutely delicious.
- A few of your friends bring group dishes and fancy wine and soon it’s a whole party underway. The small gathering is actually a blast and you can’t think of a better way to spend your birthday other than surrounded by the people you love.
Oguma:
Your Birthday:
- Mr. Moneybags 2.0
- Gets you a crazy expensive gift like a brand new car and calls it a day.
- Not really much for spending time or celebrating traditionally. But to compensate, he’ll buy you the world (even after you’ve repeatedly told him you don’t need all that.)
- Probably won’t even see you on your birthday because his schedule is so overbooked but sends you plenty of gifts to remind you that he loves you.
- It stings not seeing him on your birthday but at this point in the relationship, you don’t really expect anything else from him.
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muffindaddystyles · 3 years
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HUSBAND!HARRY HEADCANONS (NSFW+)
He'd be an excited puppy at his wedding day. Getting emotional to an extent he'd stutter his vows only to shove his face into his palms out of shyness and hug you making everyone laugh and hoot.
At the after party would be pulling you close by wrist whispering dirty things and sweet nothings not forgetting to mention of Mr/Mrs. Styles each time.
Danced and drink his arse off making you sneak with the whines that he can't wait anymore to take you instead knacker out the moment he touches the mattress.
Would apologise in the morning with room service, his mouth and fingers.
Would be smothering you in loud wet kisses when you'd dress up to go outside with him.
Wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself even in public and steal pecks when no-one's watching. The whole time lacing his fingers in between yours, swaying them when walking through streets of italy and kissing each knuckle with a smile worming up.
You would drag him to local food stalls and have an eating competition with him. In the end when you'd get too lazy would be all pouty and doe eyes asking him to pick you up.
Alot of love making. Like alot it would make you cancel plans of next day.
Lazying around the suite in Styles embroidered robes.
He'd have flowers bought to you every morning. Pastel heart shaped boxes of different chocolates. He's too romantic. It rots your teeth.
Would have tea in the evening at hotel's balcony.
If you'd be two feets away from somewhere outside he'd call you "wifey/hubby" to gain your attention. The cocky bastard he's would point at you when everyone would smile at the new couple fondly.
You'd groan at the airport stomping your feet because he bulked up so much luggage due to his habit of drooling over every decoration piece, "'m sorry! Kay? I'll ask Jeff to figure something out." He'd give you sheepish smile and it always does wonders.
Coming back home you'd give eachother back rubs and shoulder messages which soon turns into a hard fuck.
He'd book spas for you stating he wishes that you don't find him a boring husband.
Would proudly introduce you to everyone as his life partner tucking you by his side knowing you get socially akward in the crowds.
Would help you in the kitchen in burning pots and pans squealing to have a run when you'd get grumpy. Would come to bed after scrubbing them nicely and you'd jump in his lap telling it's okay and rewarding him with kisses.
The first big fight you'd have would lit up from the stupidest reason. Could be from fact he didn't like the fictional character you love so much and you mock him that he always does this leading it to a huge fight that he doesn't love you. Making him sleep at the couch only to crawl to him in the wee of night and he'd just sprawl his arm for you to cuddle into him without a word.
Would look at lil toddlers and wrap his arms around you, chin on your shoulder exclaiming "we'll make beautiful babies one day too."
Would help you in laundry moreso his opportunity to stare your ass and tease you. Making you sit at the dryer to watch you thrash with vibrations while he does nothing but kiss you everywhere except where you need him most to annoy you.
Would sternly tell you to give a resign to your job as they treat you bad.
Would ask someone in his rich friends circle for your job and it would be the cause of your guys first serious fight where you don't talk to him for days, then when you'll cry softly in his arms "do you think 'm not capable of getting a job that you'd have to ask your friends?" So innocently it breaks his heart and he smooches kisses at your forehead with sorrys that it wasn't his intention at all.
Would have lavender and salt baths running for eachother after a hectic day.
Would share excited news with eachother first.
He'd make you listen his songs and would be all giddy fumbling with the hem of your cardigan. When you'd sob his head would perk up like a pup and he'd wipe your tears only for you to ask, "Wait. How did you write such a sad breakup song? We had our fights but they weren't thatttt serious." Then he'd just slip under duvet to hide and you'd throw it away slithering up his chest to suffocate him. "Harry!!! You bitch I'll kill you!!" He'd just laugh out loud trying to cup your cheeks and kiss you.
Would drag you late nights to have ice-cream parlour visits.
When he'd get sick would make you stay with him in bed all day. Follow you to kitchen wrapped in blankets and when you'd scold would slump. Look so cute with those teary eyes it's hard to ignore him.
Would give you mischievous glare and dimpled smile while writing from Mr and Mrs Styles on presents or something to gift.
He could be very messy and dirty sometimes. You'd throw his soggy socks at his face from the floor and he'd just dodge them with a snarky retort.
You guys would gossip with eachother while watching telly. He'd have imaginary feuds with your rude co-workers and would snap his finger while chewing on pringles in a loud voice, "Brent and Vroe are fucking. Mark my words."
When you'd scream "Harry Styles I hate you!" He'd just grin from far smacking a flying kiss. "Too bad darlin' ye're stuck with your enemy."
He'd try to be the best husband for you because when Harry loves someone he loves with each drop of his blood.
When you'd be away from home for sometime and come back to surprise him finding your house a cluster fuck he'd be like "don't be mad. I know I'm too lazy and it's a bummer.'
On the wedding anniversary he'd try to be the most romantic. Making you count each day to the amount you'd get annoyed.
Would have a tattoo for you inked on himself.
While trying to have a baby he'd be the filthiest. Would keep your legs raised and when you'd whine would sush with you kisses.
Fuck you in every corner of the house to claim you his's with marks and love bites, "do you think we did this time?" He'd huff face hidden in the crook of your neck.
Make brekkies and have dances when the vinyl is on low hum.
Would take you to Taylor Swift's concerts knowing how much you love her. Have a blast and would give you a piggie ride when it ends.
He'd look sick from anxiousness while taking pregnancy test and when it comes out positive would shrink like a shrimp and sob out loud instead of hugging you. You'd just roll your eyes laying beside him taking his face and making him look at him, "We're pregnant." His nose red and cheeks stained. "We are." You'd grin kissing him.
Next morning you'd be treated with delcious brekkie, a nice sloppy morning sex, in the shower too and a bouquet of flower with a note "To the mother of my baby."
He'd record everything on his camera roll. Each day. Your routine. Your bump. With his side cheeky commentary, "Hi me lil bunny look you're growing. Can't wait to have you in me arms. Mama's glowin'."
Would take maternity break for himself to be with you through these months.
Would gobble junk with you knowing you'd be guilty afterwards.
Would massage your feet before sleeping, fill hot water bottles, and have a whole night stand's cupboard full of your night cravings.
"How Chelsea sounds?" He'd quip from behind the baby names book, "I can't tell if you're serious." You'd blink and when his expressions remains same you'd cry. "Harry you love Chelsea boots so much doesn't mean you could name your child that!!" Then it turns into a long lecture. "Yeah, can't wait for our baby boy to be named Tom Ford cause his daddy's favourite perfume–" But he shut you up with a soft kiss and murmurs to relax.
He'd have his babies feet imprints inked on his bicep. (Sobs he'd be that kind of a dad)
Would be stoic on his descion to build all of his baby's furniture himself.
Would come up with creative ideas for baby shower.
When doctors would call him to cut the cord he'd be shivering and would probably knock his knees at the sight.
He'd be dressing up his kids in matching outfits as him. It would be super cute!!
You'd complain that he bribes his kids to drift to his side but he'd just make sure to let you know how lucky he's to have you. The person who gives him reason to live every day and his anchor.
He probably would be an embarrassing dad.
His daughter's friend's would tell her how hot he's and she'd tell him as a gossip.
He'd tease his son if he'd catch him masturbating on accident, "No worries buddy we all do it."
Ok this's the only I could think of right now. Feel free to add more with reblogs !!!! Wanna hear all of yours cause I'm bored lol.
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jungshookz · 4 years
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shy makeup artist y/n and her flirty client model!jk who she’s intimidated by but who is actually just as dorky and shy as she is but she’s so cute n awkward it makes him confident af she’s dabbing foundation down his neck and he unbuttons his shirt a lil more when her back is turned so she’s forced to go down his chest a lil and is tRYING to be profesh but wOWIE
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➺ pairing; jeon jungkook x reader
➺ genre; model!jungkook au, mostly fluff, aLways comedy, it gets a little spicy at the end but not mind-blowingly spicy more like a tingly spicy 
➺ wordcount: 3.6k 
➺ what to expect; “if you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.”
➺ note; after ten whole years i have finally returned with a jungkook drabble!!! i loved this request with my whole ass!!! okay i’ll shut up now - happy reading! 
(also i couldn’t find the original source of this gif but if u know who made it let me know and i can give them proper credit!!) 
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“why do we always have to have these shoots in the morning?” your mouth opens up in an obnoxious yawn as you arch your back slowly
you stretch until you feel a satisfying little pop in your spine before glancing over at taehyung, “in my humble opinion, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with an afternoon shoot. i’ll even take a nighttime shoot!”
“you know these shoots are arranged around the model’s schedule, right? not ours?” taehyung hums as he busies himself with his camera, “i told you before you started working with me that you’d have to get used to waking up early so i don’t know why you still complain about it after all this time…”
“it’s seven AM, tae-“ you groan quietly as you reach up to rub your eyes, “on a sunday! seven AM… on a sunday! i’m pretty sure it’s illegal to be up this early on a sunday-”
“mm, i hear ya… could you get me my air blower? i don’t know how my lens got so dusty…”
you look over at the cart stocked fuLL of tae’s tools before reaching over to rummage through the top for the little tiny turkey baster looking thingy
ah!
here it is
“also, i’m aware that i should probably know this crucial piece of information, but… who’s coming in this morning again?” you hand tae the air blower and shoot him a sheepish smile when he raises an eyebrow at you
sometimes he feels like he should’ve hired someone else and noT his little dummy of a friend
but you’re a decent assistant AND you do wonders with a makeup brush (two birds one stone!!) and you’ve never asked for a raise or a christmas bonus and the two of you have never gotten into an argument so there’s that too
“jungkook’s coming in this morning, remember? we were literally talking about this a week ago. he’s going to be modelling some button-ups… slacks…” taehyung shrugs, ��i think some suits, too? i’m going to have to read jin’s email again.”
your eyes immediately widen
oh!
right!!
jungkook is coming in this morning!
jungkook is coming in this morning?!?!?!
“…why do you look like you’re about to piss your pants?” taehyung nudges your side before holding the air blower out for you to take
you take it back gingerly before letting out a nervous chuckle, “no reason. i, uh… it’s just that i… jungkook’s coming in and i’m… not wearing my contacts today.” you reach up to tap your finger against the lens of your glasses, “i don’t wear these out that often because they’re a little geeky looking-”
“yeah, and the gaudy cardigan you’ve chosen to wear today isn’t helping either.” tae mutters under his breath and you let out a scoff of offence
hey!!!
this is a gREAT cardigan
it’s baby purple and there are daisies embroidered all over it!!!
“also, how do you simultaneously look like a toddler and a senior citizen at the same time?” tae reaches over to pinch at one of the space buns at the bottom of your head and you immediately whack his hand away, “it’s very impressive.”
“what time is he coming in??” you ignore his jab and check the time on your phone, “maybe i can pop back home really quickly and-“
“good morning, early birds!” you jump three feet into the air when the studio door suddenly swinGs open and tae reaches out to keep you steady
he treasures you dearly but good goD
you’re always so jumpy!!!
“y/n, my love, looking as cute as ever!” jin grins widely as he approaches you and you can’t help but grin right back
the two of you lean in to give each other quick kisses on both cheeks
(you learned from the very beginning that jin was a very affectionate person)
“how have you been? it’s been a while…” you hum as you pull away
“it has been a while! maybe it’s been too long… who allowed you to buy this?” jin reaches over to pluck at one of the green buttons on your cardigan and the smile immediately drops from your face
why does everyone hATE your cardigan???
“you’re certainly very energetic this morning!” taehyung laughs lightly before leaning over to peek over jin’s shoulder, “where’s our superstar?”
“he’ll be here in a minute or two, he just had to use the restroom. what’s the plan for today, mr. photographer?”
“pardon me- i’m just going to head over to the vanity to clean up my station a little bit.” you excuse yourself from jin and tae before quickly jogging over to your work station
okay
deep breaths
everything’s going to be fine!
but… maybe you should’ve wore your contacts today and maybe you should’ve rethought this cardigan and maybe you should’ve done something else with your hair
but other than those three things, everything is perfectly fine!
you look down at your neatly arranged brushes with your hands on your hips before letting out a breath
the last time you saw jungkook was like a month ago which really isn’t thAt long ago but still
every time you see him, you turn into this fumbling, slightly sweaTY mess!!!
and you have no idea why!!!
well, that’s not true
you have somewhat of an idea as to why you’re so intimidated by him
it’s literally just because he’s cute
and on top of that he’s very naturally charming and flirty and you just don’t have enough skills to reciprocate the charm or the flirtatious comments so your immediate instinct is to just shut up and stay quiet and keep smiling!!!!!
one time, you asked taehyung for some flirting advice and his little nugget of knowledge was literally just ‘i don’t know. just tell him he looks hot.’ and you were like ??? whA-
“those are a lot of brushes!” you spin around immediately and the brushes rattle on the counter when you bump up against it, “good morning, y/n.”
oh greAT
you didn’t even have time to give yourself a pep talk!
jungkook smiles sweetly at you and you feel your heart hiccup in your chest
oh boy
“jung- hi! good- hi.” you clear your throat as you quickly step away from the counter so that he can sit down, “good morning to you. as well, also.”
…what?
what are you even saYING
this is already going downhill
“you ready to make me pretty?” he takes a seat before reaching up to push some of his hair back
“well, i don’t need to do much, you’re already so pretty-“ you snort before immediately clamming up
hey, check it out!
a piece of your soul just left your body and is now leaving the building
yep
there it goes
right out the door
“okay, now turn your body to the left- yeah, there we go!” taehyung groans encouragingly as he continues to snap away at the camera, “look off to the side a little for me…”
you know
you would’ve thought that by now you’d be used to the constant flashing lights but to be honest you’re starting to feel a little queasy and you’re afraid you’re actually going to go blind somehow
like second-hand smoking but instead of inhaling someone else’s fumes it’s your eyeballs absorbing someone else’s light
you blink hard before reaching up to wipe away at a little smudge on your glasses lens
“hey-” jin pops up next to you and you let out a gasp of surprise
why does he always do that?!??
“what’s the matter with you, huh?”
“what? nothing.” you scoff before pulling a face and crossing your arms, “nothing’s- you’re the matter with you- nothing’s the matter with me-“
“good morning to you. as well, also.” jin mocks quietly and you immediately feel the tips of your ears beginning to burn, “oh, jungkook, you don’t need any makeup, you’re already so sexy-“
“i said he was preTTY-“
“you get so nervous for no reason it’s actually hilarious-“ jin hides a smile behind his coffee cup when you let out a squawK
“i don’t- it’s not that bad!!!!”
“just a little more to the side… yep, there we go…”
jungkook turns to the side before tilting his head upwards, keeping his gaze towards tae
“-so annOYING-!”
his eyes flicker over taehyung’s shoulder to you and jin for a brief second
a light chuckle leaves his mouth when he notices jin take your arm before waving it back and forth frantically at him
he resists the urge to wave back at you and instinctively takes his bottom lip in between his teeth when he notices you quickly averting your gaze from him
“no, no lip-biting. too cheesy!” taehyung waves his hand and jungkook immediately snaps back into it
whoops
his eyes flicker back over to you
all you’re doing is polishing your glasses with the sleeve of your cardigan but heck!!!!!
you’re so unbelievably cuTE
and he’s obsessed with your look today
the low space buns
the bright, fuzzy cardigan
everything’s just so cute!!!
you’re always cute whenever he sees you but today you’re just extra extra cute
he’s liked you for a while (and he’s been wanting to do something about that for a while) but the only issue is the fact that you seem to be terrified of him
and he doesn’t know how to make you noT completely petrified of him!!
the two of you met over a year ago and every time he comes to do a shoot you act like it’s your first time meeting him!!
you’re always so nervous around him and he feels awful that he’s the one making you drop your brushes and burn yourself on curling irons
and it doesn’t help that he knows about your crush on him (one would have to be blind to noT notice your crush on him) because it’s not like he can just corner you and be like you like me and i like you too!!!!! can we kiss?????
that sounds like a lawsuit waiting to happen now that he thinks about it
anyways he tries his best to be friendly and sweet and charming and funny in an effort to make you open up to him but the most he’s ever gotten out of you was a giggle and a soft ‘you’re being silly’ (he ripped a slit into one of your old beauty blenders and stuck it onto his nose) ((honk honk))
with that being said
he certainly takes pride in the fact that he has the ability to make your knees wobbly and your cheeks go bright pink
one time he was doing an underwear shoot and when taehyung told him to look over his shoulder and not into the camera, he made direct eye contact with you instead and the whole time you looked like you were about to burst into flames
and he always makes the effort to give you a compliment whenever he can because he likes watching the tips of your ears go pink when you thank him quietly
you’ve actually gotten better at taking compliments!
you used to immediately clam up and try to change the subject but now you actually thank him befoRe changing the subject
he likes that he’s played a part in boosting your confidence :-)
it’s what you deserve!!!!
and he can’t forget about that one time you accidentally pulled his hair a little toO hard when trying to get a knot out of his strands and he said to at least take me out to dinner before pulling my hair like that, baby and your eyes widened to the size of saucers and you looked like you were about to pass out
the good thing is that you’re not aS nervous as you were the first time the two of you worked together
you actually respond to his flirty remarks sometimes and instead of greeting him with a respectful little nod, you always say good morning/afternoon/evening to him even though they’re still a little clumsy at times (“good morning to you. as well, also.”) and sometimes you even tell him about what you’ve been up to since he last saw you!!
jungkook’s happy that you’re obviously more comfortable around him but.,.,
he doesn’t know if this is going to make him sound like a jerk or not.,.,
it’s just that.,.,
can you PLEASE hurry up and just tell him that you like him?????
at first he thought that maybe he should make the first move, but then he decided that he wanted you to comfortable and that he wanted you to decide when you wanted to do something about the cartoon hearts floating around your head whenever he smiles at you
but for the love of god
you’re killing him here!!!!!
you’re basically dangling yourself over him and he’s always just out of reach
“…starting to cake up around your nose…” you mumble absentmindedly as you pat jungkook’s nose gently with a powder puff
he can’t help but stare at you as you continue to tap at the sides of his nose
you’re standing in between his spread legs (another indicator of you becoming more comfortable with him) and he resists the urge to reach up and pull you down onto his lap
you straddling him would probably be more comfortable for you!!
you wouldn’t have to bend down like this and have your poor back ache for the rest of the day
…what???
your posture is his number one priority!
there are no ulterior motives whatsoever
the two of you lock gazes for a millisecond and a smirk twitches at the corner of his lips when he notices the panic in your eyes before you’re standing up straight and turning to look down at the things on the counter
“so, um, i’m just going to apply a little foundation on your neck now.” you clear your throat as you pump some foundation out on the back of your hand
“sounds good.”
“tilt your head back for me, please?”
“mm.” jungkook places his hands on his lap as he looks up at the ceiling
he feels your fingers brush against his neck as you attempt to move the collar to the side a little bit and a little tingle rushes down his spine
“can i…” jungkook looks back at you and notices the apples of your cheeks growing pink, “can i undo one button on your shirt? both jin and taehyung would kill me if i accidentally stained the collar with foundation.”
“go ahead.” jungkook clears his throat, “…i could just take my shirt off, you know.”
“you-“ your voice cracks and jungkook bites back a cheeky grin, “you, um, you know, that is a very… creative solution! i think i’m just going to- just one button for now.” you let out a nervous chuckle as you bend down again and reach for his shirt
your fingers tremble slightly as you struggle to undo it and you feel your face growing hotter by the second (seriously??? it’s ONE button y/l/n pull it together)
“need some help?”
“yes, please…” jungkook reaches up and places his hand over yours and you feel his eyes on you as he undoes the button
yep
there goes another piece of your soul packing up and promptly exiting the building
toodle-loo!
“so, are your glasses new? i’ve never seen you wear them before…” jungkook trails off as you begin to smeaR some foundation on his neck with a brush
you smile lightly before shaking your head, “i, um, i was too lazy to put in my contacts this morning, so i had to come today wearing these bad boys.”
you reach up to push your frames up but they slide back down
“you should wear ‘em more often.” jungkook looks at you for a brief second before tilting his head back up towards the ceiling, “i like them.”
he does?????
hehe
your heart skips a beat for the trillionth time today and you let out a hum before chewing on the inside of your cheek anxiously
jungkook is fully aware of the effect that he has on you and you haven’t decided yet if you like it or hATE it  
you stand up straight and lean back a little to see how the foundation looks
hm
taehyung wanted dewy and this is looking a little matte
a droplet of liquid highlighter mixed into the foundation can fix this problem!
as soon as you spin around to look for the little bottle of liquid highlighter (it’s from coverfx and it’s one of your favourite makeup products ever!!!!) jungkook quickly reaches up to undo three more buttons to open his shirt up a bit more before quickly putting his hands back down on his lap
heh
>:-)
he clears his throat and puffs his chest out a little when you turn back around to face him
you pause and your sneakers squeak against the floor when you realise that you’re looking at a lot more than just his neck
what on god’s good green earth is th-
he really wants to kill you, doesn’t he??
you swallow thickly as your eyes trail down slowly from his neck to his chest, taking in every little divot and-
“something the matter?” jungkook asks innocently and you quickly shake your head before letting out a chuckle
“nope! i was just… nothing.”
wow
i was just… nothing
very smooth!
nice save!
you’re a professional
so be professional!!
you feel your heart working twice as hard to pump blood around your body as you continue tapping lightly at jungkook’s broad chest
wowiE
he definitely works out every day
“you can tilt your head back down if you’d like.” you say softly as you press the sponge into his beautifully sun kissed skin
you feel your heart practically fall out of your aSS when jungkook tilts his head back down only for him to be at eye-level with you
“oh-!” his nose bumps against yours and your hand jerks in surprise
the beauty blender bounces to the floor but that’s the least of your concerns at the moment because heLLO
you feel like you’re completely frozen in this position but you manage to pull your head back just a teensy bit, “i-“
“you know, y/n…” jungkook grins cheekily and you feel a little lightheaded when he leans forward to nudge his nose against yours on purpose, “if you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.”
!!!!!!!!!
okay, yeah, you want to kiss him
oh goD you want to kiss him so badly
and it seems like he wants the exact same thing because his eyes just flickered down to your parted lips
should you do it???
should you just go for it???
frick
you’re VERy bad at being impulsive
would it be weird if you asked him if you could put on some chapstick fi-
“you wanna kiss me, baby?” jungkook teases and you feel a little flutter in your tummy, “because i definitely want to kiss you.”
you feel like you’re under some kind of a trance as you nod eagerly
yes!!!
yes yes!!!!!!!
(and jungkook would be lying to himself if he said that seeing how eager you are to kiss him didn’t make his own tummy flutter)
you find yourself leaning forward and placing a hand on his knee to stay balanced
what’s happening to you?!?
whO ARE YOU
jungkook reaches up to where your hand is placed on his chest and wraps his fingers around your wrist as his other hand begins reaching for your waist
your eyelids flutter shut as y-
“you don’t get paid to make out with our clients-!” you immediately spriNG backwards when taehyung suddenly barks at you and you let out a little yelp when you end up stumbling right into jin’s chest
jin wraps an arm around your waist from behind before pulling you a couple steps farther away from jungkook
“and you don’t get paid to make out with the stylists-!” he scolds jungkook before pointing to you and wagging his finger, “off-limits!”
you wouldn’t mind if a black hole suddenly emerged to swallow you up whole because this is definitely one of the top five most EMBARRASSING things to have ever happened to yoU
“we weren’t making out!!” you snort before letting out a sound of disbelief, “we weren’t making out.”
“that’s not what it looked like to us…” jin lets go of you and you stumble back towards jungkook
“yeah, y/n’s right!” jungkook chimes in, “…we were just going to kiss a little-“
you slap a hand over his mouth and smile sheepishly when jin and taehyung share knowing glances
“can you two lovebirds at least control yourselves until after the shoot is over?” taehyung smiles sweetly and bats his lashes at you and you can already tell he’s going to tease you forever about this
it’s finE
just act normal!
act like you weren’t just caught about to kiss jungkook
“no problem at all!” you swoop down to pick up the abandoned beauty blender on the floor, “he’s all yours-“
“yeah, we’re going to need a minute or five because we’ve got a decently-sized problem down here.” jin whistles lowly and jungkook raises a brow in confusion
what problem?
he’s ready to dive back into the shoot-
jungkook glances down and his eyes widen in panic
he scraMBLES to grab the suit jacket off the back of his chair before tossing it over his lap
oopsies
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invisible string
pairing: mob!bucky barnes x reader
warnings: violence, harassing
a/n: sequel to willow. wanda is a tarot reader and you cannot tell me otherwise. it is canon. 
WILLOW - TOLERATE IT
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Time, curious time gave me no compasses, gave me no signs. Were there clues I didn't see? And isn't it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?
James was taken aback by her move, watching his black king cornered by both her white queen and king. How had he not seen it? It was right there ever since she moved her queen to lay in F7 right at the beginning of the game. How? It didn’t matter but her naughty smile, pushing at the corner of her chapstick painted lips left no doubt to who had won this game. He bit his lip leaning against the couch, full view of the glass chess board. She had less pieces left than him but she had still managed to won and as such he extended his hand towards her. She looked at his hand hesitantly, her winning grin fading and her usual insecurity returned as a shake hand came to shake his. 
     - No one has won a game against me in years. - he grabbed the glass black king from the board, handing it to her. - How’d you do it?
     - You wanted my king. You wanted it so badly you forgot about your own, so I distracted you with minor pieces. Gave you the false sense of security you had it and then struck down.
   - That’s such a dirty trick, petal. - he leaned against the velvet fabric of the armchair, eyeing her up and down. She felt naked under his gaze, almost as if he could see through her walls and clothing. She guessed a man like him needed to have such a sharp eye but it wasn’t any less intimidating, even if she had just won a chess match against him.
He rose slowly from the armchair, his feet moving slowly towards a silver cart leaning against a wall, just under an abstract painting with several glass bottles of several coloured liquids. He took the glass stone from one of them, pouring some of the dark amber liquid onto two glasses before offering one to Y/N.
  - Glenlivet. - he spoke out, noticing the confusion on her face. - You’re old enough to drink, aren’t you?
  - How old do you think I am Mr. Barnes? I thought you knew everything about your employees.
  - And I do, petal. I know where you went to school, kindergarten even, know the name of your friends and that’s all from one of my men following you for a day. - Bucky rose his glass in a small toast before starting to drink. Y/N’s colour drained from her face as she started to wonder if she’d gone to see his father in the precinct. She hadn’t. At least she thought yet her body started shaking and it became harder to breathe. - Y/N? Hey, are you okay?
  - Yeah ... I just need some fresh air. - she tried to get up from the couch but she couldn’t, her nerves getting over her. What if he’d heard her speak about the undercover job, she was dead, she was definitely flirting with death the moment she stepped into his home. 
   - Someone was following you from the bar, petal. I’m not going to kill you, if I were to kill you it wouldn’t be in the comfort of my own home. Blood is a bitch to take out of white carpets. - Bucky once again seemed to read through her. He once again got up from his couch, placing his gun on the marbled island of his kitchen before returning to her. - You’re paranoid, petal.
   - It’s not ... I don’t really like being followed. Why were you following me? 
   - That guy from the bar followed you home and since he got his head smashed against the counter and a drink thrown in his face, I thought better to send Steve after you for that night. You are awfully clumsy and if you had any real enemies, you’d be dead by now. You leave your key under the entry matt and so does your housemate and her lousy brother too. Twins?
   - Yes.
   - You’re so afraid of me but in all honesty petal, you’re the biggest danger to yourself. 
   - Has Steve followed me recently?
   - No. I’ve been driving you home ever since, park a bit outside campus to ensure you get in. It’s an ugly world out there, petal.
   - I know. Trust me, I do ...
After her mother died, the home she had once learned to love lost its homey feeling. Suddenly, the home that always smelled like fresh lemon tarts and gardenias was now dark. His father left his case files all over the kitchen and would sit at the table smoking his cigars with a glass of port as he read through the cases. Her father loved her, he did, just in his own way. 
She still remembered peaking by the door, holding onto a blanket her mother had quilted for her with her name embroidered in aqua blue, and seeing the photos scattered around the table of murders, abusers, robberies. She knew there was darkness, she just preferred to ignore it.
   - You live inside your head very often don’t you? - he eyed her as she took a sip of the drink he had offered her. Scotch was never her drink of choice, she preferred not to drink at all seeing how it had soured her father. Yet, she guessed a centenary drink was no joke.
   - That’s called being an only child, Mr. Barnes. Besides, my ideas are rarely worth listening.
   - Hm, I see ... Perhaps you’d like to see your room? - he changed the conversation, offering a hand to her so she could get up. 
Her soft fingers wrapped around his cold hand, a stark contrast to her warm hand. Bucky finger lingered over the top of her palm, feeling the softness and plumpness of her skin compared to his scarred, rough one. She didn’t mind, she followed him happily through the halls of his way too big house. 
Steve had told him when he bought it that it was too big for himself alone but for Bucky buying a big flat meant he made it, he could now tell everyone else who doubted him to fuck off yet it was hard to come back to it at the end of the day. Always clean and always empty. The staff didn’t stay behind for much longer, having heard all sorts of rumours and he believed if Y/N wasn’t so afraid of him, she would’ve probably left. Yet, he couldn’t find himself to sell the flat so he just slept in hotel rooms. Smaller roomers where it didn’t feel like the emptiness surrounded him constantly. 
He led her to one of the guest rooms he had decorated in soft pinks, whites and greys. Bucky guessed it’d make her comfortable, it matched her cardigans and little embroidered dresses she would bring around to the bar despite most of his waitresses constantly berating her on it, saying it would get her no tips. 
Y/N peaked through the door crack as he opened it. The room was rather soft with a large king sized bed with white and blush pink bedding along with a grey rug nearby. With so many bedrooms, he probably had enough time to decorate each one with a different colour palette. 
    - There should be some pyjamas in the wardrobe. Might be a bit big but it’s better than sleeping with your clothes on. 
   - You seem prepared. Is this where you bring your mistresses?
   - My mistresses don’t sleep in my house. - why would you say that, Y/N? Are you trying to get yourself killed? - I’ll drive you home tomorrow at 8AM so you should go to sleep. Goodnight, petal.
  - Thank you. Goodnight, Mr. Barnes. - he closed the door behind her and she was left with herself in the bedroom.
She padded around the linoleum floors, phone in hand as she photographed the horizon so maybe her father could locate the house and search for evidence. Y/N couldn’t. She couldn’t find herself to go investigating his house as he was kind enough to offer her a place to stay. Instead she just investigated the room which was so much better. It was a suite with its own bathroom decorated with monogramed fluffy white towels and white marbled surfaces. She wondered why he wouldn’t bring someone here, it was clearly a work of architectural art but yet again, maybe don’t show strangers where you sleep. Maybe he shouldn’t have shown it to her. 
At least she was doing something right. At least he didn’t hate her enough not to allow her to listen to his conversations, to the talks of deals that would surely provide her father’s precinct with the clues that they were not insane to think that there were tradings happening under their noses. She was doing good but she felt dirty nonetheless. She didn’t like lying but she also wanted to graduate, to be something other than the Capitan’s daughter.
She ignored her mind and got dressed in the steamed and washed pyjamas that were hanging on the silk hanger of the closet and got inside the bed. She was okay, she was going to be okay. 
The daylight ruptured through the night and she was the first one up to get dressed and make the bed as well as put the pyjamas back on their place. Bucky didn’t take long to knock on her door and as she opened it there he was again, polished suit and hair as if looking casual destroyed the whole appearance. It didn’t, he was a handsome man and she was absolutely certain he would look handsome in anything. 
    - Did you sleep well? - he questioned as she stepped out the room, holding onto her worn out faux leather brown satchel. 
   - Yes, it’s a very comfortable bed. What about you? 
   - I don’t have time to sleep, petal. I was thinking about having some breakfast before I dropped you off, if that’s okay with you.
   - I just want to get back home. My flatmate might worry. 
Bucky didn’t force her. She was like any other staff and he guessed having breakfast with the mob boss wasn’t her idea of a good spent morning, besides, she probably still needed to go to class. He drove her back to her small, unsafe which she saw as safe flat, keeping an eye on her every once in a while. Her posture was rigid or even one that a manner teacher wouldn’t correct, it was slouched over his window, hand under her chin as she observed the early morning light illuminate the city. 
Getting to campus during early mornings were always funny to her as she never knew what she would find; some students would be still returning from nights out while some would exit the library with piles and piles of books and notes. Either way, it was always a fun game. He stopped in front of her flat, putting the car on stop, engine slowly lowering its sounds. 
   - Thank you for bringing me, Mr. Barnes. - she held her satchel against her chest. 
   - You got an evening dress? Cocktail party maybe? 
   - So not a black dress? - she teased, biting the skin of inner lip. 
   - Definitely not. 
   - I think I might have something.
   - You’re not working tonight, you’re coming with me to an auction. I’ll pay you double the salary of a nightshift if you say yes.
   - Plus night wages?
   - Everything you’d get paid a night, I’ll double it. 
   - I’ll get to work finding that dress then. - she opened the door of his car, exiting before waving him goodbye.
Getting inside her flat, she could definitely sense the difference between worlds she was living in. Spend time with James Barnes, her father told her. Besides, how bad could an action be? There were several people there and if she knew what he was buying maybe it would prove useful in the future.
She climbed the stairs up to her door which was slightly open. She would’ve questioned why had it not been for Pietro’s voice echoing through the whole hall. Of course. None of them really close the door whenever the other one is around. 
    - Wanda, I’m telling you, that’s bullshit. - he told his sister who merely rolled her eyes at him. - Shuffle it again.
    - It says you’re a fuckboy deal with it. - she crossed her arms, before noticing Y/N had come in. - Hey you, you’re here early. I thought you were gonna appreciate your motel stay for a little while. 
   - Well, I ... I was just homesick. - she lied. Wanda clearly wouldn’t like to know where she had spent the night. - What are you guys doing?
   - Pietro asked me to do a reading on him and he’s upset at the result. As per usual.
   - I’m telling you the deck is broken. Do Y/N. - he pointed at the captain’s daughter who sat down by the coffee table where the two were. Wanda shrugged and asked Y/N to touch the deck before she started to shuffle it, three cards falling onto the table as soon as she did.
The Lovers, the Devil and Death. Y/N knew those cards all too well, she loved roaming through Wanda’s deck and marvel at the beautiful pictures and Wanda normally told her that the Death card was not as bad as everyone made it look like as well as the Devil. However, this time, all the colour drained from the brunette’s face as the stared at the cards fallen on the table. She shuffled the deck again, hoping for more cards, this time getting the Six and Nine of Swords. 
   - Everything okay, Wan? - she asked her friend who was intensely staring at the cards in front of her. 
   - Yeah ... I guess Pietro is right, the deck is broken.
   - See? I told you so. You never listen to me. 
   - I think I should be getting to class now. - she interrupted the two sibling’s bickering. - I’ll see you later. 
She spent most of her classes thinking about the auction. It was harmless enough and her father was over the moon, telling her she should be proud that she was now part of the “inner circle”, whatever that meant. Nevertheless, she was getting paid double which would always help with rent and utilities. The last module took hours of a lecturer going through yet another generic powerpoint followed by a class of over a hundred students rushing out the door the moment it was over. 
She took to her bedroom before Wanda arrived to search for the only evening dress she had which barely saw the light of day, mostly living inside the black box over her wardrobe. It was her mother’s, something she had left behind that Y/N had taken a particular liking to once she grew up. It was a baby pink slip dress with the hem in matching lace and she guessed it would be appropriate for an auction. 
   - Where are you going? - Wanda asked as Y/N stepped out of the room. Shit. Of all the days for her to be home early, it just had to be today. - What are you doing wearing your mum’s dress?
   - It’s fancy dress day at the bar. 
   - Fancy dress day at a mob bar?
   - Clearly. 
   - What are you hid ... - Wanda was interrupted by Y/N’s phone. Mr. Barnes had texted her he was outside just at the right time. 
   - I’ll see you later, Wan. Have fun but not too much fun.
Before the brunette could question her, Y/N was already out the door, bag in hand. She went down the stairs and outside where Mr. Barnes was leaning against his car, dressed in a navy blue suit which made him look like a model gracing the cover’s of fashion magazines. 
    - You’re supposed to make me wait, petal. 
    - I like being on time. - she walked up to him, standing less than an arm’s distance from the posh dressed mob boss. 
    - I should start by warning you not to go by your real name today. Safety purposes. 
   - What should I call myself then? Your date? - she asked as he helped her inside the car. 
   - You can call yourself whatever you’d like, petal. As long as it’s not your real name and I know what name you’re going by. 
   - Uhm ... I wanna go by Betty. 
   - Betty?
   - Like Betty Draper from Mad Men. She sounds like the type of woman who would go to an auction.
  - So you wanna be Betty Drapper? - Bucky hide a small smile as he drove through the dark night. 
  - No, I wanna be called Betty for tonight. - she leaned against the comfortable seatings of his car. 
“You’re part of the inner circle now, darling. Do something about it”, her father’s words echoed in her mind through the faint sound of the radio playing Doris Day. Yet again she had no idea how going to an auction would be a break in the case unless Mr. Barnes was buying weapons or drugs. The fact she was going by a different name didn’t calm her nerves but he wouldn’t kill her in a public setting. She watched the trees pass by from the window of his car  until they reached a big white house which could be certainly considered a mansion.
Mr. Barnes got off his car while the engine was still roaring, handing the key to the valet before opening her door. She looked up at him, blinded by the fairy lights all around the mansion and suddenly she got nervous, very nervous. Nevertheless, she took his help in getting off the car, walking to his left as the valet drove away with his car. 
    - We’re sticking with Betty? - he asked as they climbed up the stairs to the entry of the mansion. 
    - We are. - she nodded as he knocked on the door. A poshly dressed man opened the door allowing for her to peak inside. The room was full of people chatting to each other, champagne flutes in hand of roaring laughter. This was definitely different from the environment she was used to back at the club. 
Without noticing, she clung to his side as he moved through the seas of people drinking and admiring art work which she guessed was what was being auctioned until they got stopped by a slightly shorter than him man dressed in a black tuxedo. 
    - Barnes, you made it. I saved some of your favourite pieces for you. - he was happily talking until he noticed Y/N by the mob boss’ side. - Who is this lovely lady?
    - This is Betty. - he was an excellent liar, even she would’ve believed her name was Betty.
    - Pleasure to meet you, miss. - he curtsied which greatly confused her. - Do you want to come see them? I told my Miriam that the Proserpina paintings would be for Mr. Barnes when we started picking pieces. 
The mob boss was sweet on art? She curiously followed them into a badly light room in shades of burgundy and dark browns where several paintings. She observed them with an innocent look as Bucky heard about the prices and its overall worth. Of course they were not going into auction, they had been saved for him and him alone. He was important, stupidly important when compared to these other people. She could hear whispering from other people as he passed by, away from the room through other people.
The man, whose name Y/N still hadn’t really heard, left them in the entrance with everyone else, two champagne flutes immediately making their way to them. Yet, she still didn’t know exactly what to do. What would this be of use to her father? Someone liking art was common, something very common. Once again useless. 
   - Why did you bring me here if you don’t even need to attend the auction?
   - It’s a bad look to appear unaccompanied. Besides, I’d like to see the auction tonight.
   - I didn’t know you liked art. 
   - You thought I’d only like to see people dying, petal? - he spoke in a soft, calm manner but she could see his smirk through his strong facade. 
   - Look who it is. - Bucky’s face switched into an heavy expression, something Y/N barely saw and didn’t like to see. His arm pulled her behind him as someone dressed in what looked like a taffeta black suit walked up to him accompanied by a black haired woman in a skin tight burgundy dress much more sensual than Y/N’s blush pink flared dress. - James Buchanan Barnes, I thought you didn’t visit this part of town.
   - Rumlow, I visit whatever part I want. 
   - You remember my wife Rachel. - he pointed at the woman nearby him. - I don’t think I remember your friend. Care to introduce us?
   - This is Betty. She’s Sharon’s niece. 
   - Pleasure. There sure are lovely jewellery pieces tonight at auction, aren’t there?
   - And I believe I should care about those since I’m a woman. - Y/N gave him a forced smile, earning a scoff from Bucky who was trying not to laugh at her quick wit. 
    - I’m here to bid on the Elizabeth earrings. They’re a brilliant piece, don’t you think?
    - Yes, well ... we should be getting to our seats. - Bucky ignored the request for continuing the conversation, instead holding Y/N’s hand and leading her towards the auction room.
That was an odd conversation, one with underlying feelings of animosity. Maybe coming here was worth it, maybe that name “Rumlow” would be of use to her father. However, it didn’t matter as she was rather exciting to be in her very first auction. Sitting down in gold painted chairs she could see the paddles with several numbers and even the odd gentleman with a monocle. 
Bucky looked at her with a faint smile, observing how his world seemed to still entice her as for him it had long its spark a long, long time ago. People kept sitting down and soon enough the auctioneer was on the stage presenting pieces and shouting values of high amounts of money. High enough to pay for the rest of her degree, a masters and a few PhDs but she guessed this was how high society lived.
    - Finally, one of tonight’s most special pieces. - the man pointed at a pair of earrings on a glass box. - The Elizabeth earrings are made of white gold with two diamonds taken from The Cullinan diamond, one of the most precious in the world whose siblings belong to Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth. Let’s start at 5 thousand.
Brock raised his paddle.
   - 5 thousand, does anyone says 6 thousand?
James rose his own paddle, surprising Y/N. She thought he was only here for the painting. 
   - 6 thousand, 7 thousand? - Brock once again rose his paddle. - 7 thousand, 8 thousand? 
Bucky once again rose his paddle, smirk on his face. He always enjoyed the chase and an auction chase was no exception. Besides, he would love to win those earrings just to piss off Brock Rumlow. 
   - 8 thousand, 9 thousand? - Brock rose his paddle again. - 9 thousand, 10 thousand?
   - 5 hundred thousand. - Bucky spoke out loud and clear for everyone to hear.
   - 5 hundred thousand, any higher? - Y/N’s gaze moved over to Brock who kept his paddle neatly in the middle of his lap, an upset expression gracing his face. His face moved to look at Barnes but he didn’t care, holding a winning smile on his lips. - Going once, going twice, going thrice ... Sold to Mr. Barnes. Congratulations.
Bucky didn’t low himself down to look at Rumlow instead getting up once the auction was over. Y/N followed him, curiosity once again getting hold of her and every fibre of hers. She had never seen diamonds in person, much less as precious as these ones were so once she went into the back and saw the woman place them into a red velvet box, she was done for. They placed the box on a nice black matte bag and handed it over to Mr. Barnes along with the certification of authenticity. 
The auction after party become boring afterwards, with Rumlow giving Barnes a look no one would like to receive and him having little to no care about it. At around 11PM, the time she would end her shift today, he started to walk away, tipping the valet some money to fetch his car while both of them waited outside. It was a cold night, the wind moaning in slow blows and suddenly she regretted not bringing a jacket. 
   - You should’ve brought a jacket. - before she could roll her eyes at this comment, she felt something fall onto her shoulders. Looking to the right shoulder, she recognised the navy blue fabric of his suit’s jacket. - Did you enjoy being someone else for the evening?
   - I didn’t envision my alter ego being Steve’s girlfriend’s family but I’ll accept it. It was nice, thank you for bringing me. 
   - My pleasure, Betty. - he joked. - I do prefer your name over Betty.
The valet brought back his beloved car and handed back the keys. It had been a rather fun night, one that surely went above and beyond her expectations. At least she had a name to give to her father, one of a contact that would be willing to speak about Barnes. Nevertheless, she couldn’t help but feel absolutely dirty about it. He hadn’t done anything bad to her, anything that would consider her betrayal. He’d hurt people, or at least that’s what her father said. He’d hurt people, but she’d only seen him doing it to those who actually deserved it. It was wrong, it was wrong but she had too. 
These thoughts kept her quiet, with eyes on the road. This was bad, this was bad, how was she going to betray him but that was the job. Feel nothing, her father had told her before, feel nothing and don’t get hurt. She didn’t want him to get locked up yet again maybe she was too innocent to see what was really happening. 
    - We’re here, Y/N. - he killed the engine, stopping in front of the building. - You don’t look alright. Do you want me to drive you to the hospital?
   - Oh, no, no. I’m just tired. - she lied. Once again lying. 
   - I’m sorry for keeping you up this late. I’ll double your night pay too.
   - It’s not necessary, Mr. Barnes.
   - Bucky.
   - Pardon?
   - Call me Bucky. - he corrected her. - From now on, you can call me Bucky.
   - Bucky. - she repeated, a silly smile forming on her face. - Well, goodnight Bucky.
   - Goodnight, petal. Don’t forget your bag. - he handed her bag to the young girl before waving his last goodbye.
She stood in the sidewalk, watching his car leave with a silly smile on her face. Why was she even smiling? She should be feeling guilty, not smiley. Yet she was stuck in the middle of those two emotions. She needed to go back to bed, that’s what she needed. She needed to go back to her bed and sleep it through so like every single night, she climbed the stairs up to her flat. Once in front of her old student flat door, she opened her wallet to search for her keys.
Damned keys, always seemed to disappear in the darkness of her bag and as she rummaged through the contents she had been throwing inside her bag over the years. As she kept searching for her keys, something fell from her bag onto the bag. 
   - Shit. - she mumbled to herself, squatting down to grab what had fallen. Her mouth opened agape as she saw the same velvet blue box from the auction. Looking around and seeing no one around, she opened the box and there they were, the same earrings she had seen on the auction glass along with a note. Maybe Betty will like them. JBB. - I can’t believe it.
Once again, smiling like a fool. She couldn’t believe it, it couldn’t be, it had to be some sort of mistake. These were 5 hundred thousand dollar pair of earrings for a woman who was wearing a hand me down dress from her mother. Before someone else could see them she shoved them back inside her purse, opening the door to her flat.
   - We need to talk. 
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[day 11: sharing is caring] 
That’s just what they need.
It’s not enough that they’ve been digging up graves in the snow and that they’re dirty and tired and aching – the weather had to play its part and send them a storm.
From where they’re stuck in the middle of nowhere in Wisconsin, home seems far, far away.
“Do we know anyone around here?” asks Cas from the passenger seat and Dean closes his eyes and sighs.
“Yeah,” he says  disheartened, “We know Garth.”
*
It’s not that Dean doesn’t like Garth. In fact, he likes him very much. And he’d be happy to see him. It’s been a while and his warm smile it’s never a bad sight.
It’s just that – he’s a lot. And he brings up some stuff.
He may pretend like it never happened but Dean remembers how he first reacted when he’d found out that he’d been bitten and how he acted around his family. And then there’s the fact that Dean doesn’t like bothering hunters who got out of the life. He feels that who he is and what he carries with him, it’s something that they’ve put behind them and don’t wish to see again.
Not to count the bitter feeling that surges in him everytime he’s reminded that Garth not only managed to retire and have a normal life, but he double did it. There are not many hunters, or werewolves, or hunter-werewolves for the matter, that can say that. Dean certainly can’t say that.
Still, when they call him and Garth says he’ll be happy to have them, Dean feels relief flooding over him, if not for the prospect of a warm and dry place to rest for a few hours, just enough to wait for the storm to calm down.
He can manage.
Or at least that’s what he thinks until he and Cas are huddled together on Garth’s front porch and even above the wind Dean hears Christmas songs blasting from the inside.
His eyes find Cas, who’s looking back at him, alarmed, but the doorbell has already been rung and it’s too late to back out. Garth opens the door with his patented smile.
“Guys!” he shouts above the music, “You made it!” he hurries them in the tiny entrance and closes the door.
Dean finds himself enveloped in a cocoon of warmth and lovely aroma of pine wood and cinnamon. His cheeks and hands tingle and he lets out a sigh.
Garth comes back into his view; Dean opens his mouth to speak but he has already wrapped his arms around him. “It’s so good to see you,” he says in his usual cheerful tone. He moves on to squeeze Cas into a similar hug and Cas stiffens and tentatively pats his back. Garth gives out a little laugh, “That’s it, buddy,” he encourages.
“Hello, Garth.”
Alright, Dean thinks, maybe it’s gonna be a little funny. 
But then he notices the two-feet-tall inflatable Santa that’s bumping against his shins and when he looks up he’s stunned into silence. It actually takes his eyes a moment or two to register what’s surrounding them: the garlands on the doors, the tinsels around the banister, the baubles hanging from the ceiling all above them. Judging from the giant Christmas tree he can spot in the living room, he’s pretty sure the rest of the house isn’t in much better condition.
Garth himself is wearing an bulky red knitted cardigan with reindeers all over it. Seeing that, combined with the songs and the decorations, Dean feels the need to ask, “Uh – Garth? Are you guys celebrating something?”
Garth slaps him on the shoulder and laughs like he’s made a great joke. “It’s December, Dean-o! Every day is a celebration. The most magical time of the year, right?” he says beaming “You’ll have to wait for the carols but you’re right on time for hot cocoa!”
Dean feels dread creeping in. He takes a step back, “Wha- Garth, no – we don’t mean to -”
Apparently Cas is on the same page as him because he also starts saying, “This is your family time,” and steps back with him. “We don’t want to intrudr –“
Garth shakes his head vigorously, “Guys, guys, guys,” He holds up his hands to shut them up, “It makes Bess and I very happy to have you here to share it with us. Sharing is caring. And we happen to care a lot about you two,” he says making a silly voice and pointing a finger at them. 
Yeah, nevermind, this was a terrible idea.
Cas throws him another freaked out look Dean can’t help but reciprocate, but Garth pays no mind to their lack of enthusiasm and shepherds them cheerfully into the living room. Dean feels even more out of place among the pastel walls and the embroidered pillows, the toys and the dolls. He tries to make himself weight less so that he doesn’t leave traces of dirt on the carpet. Everything seems soft and cozy, which is a real change from the hard leather seats and the icy wind.
“So, how was the journey?” Garth is asking Cas, as if they’re coming back from a cruise. “It’s been so long, man. Just the other day I was thinking ‘When I’m ever going to see them again?’ and then - ”
Dean gets distracted as he feels something tugging at the duffel bag he’s carrying and when he lowers his gaze there’s a blond head and two little hands trying to hold on to the fabric. “H-hey,” he says, shifting back a little to get out of his reach. He doesn’t think it’s a good idea to have clean, innocent baby hands near a bag that was in a graveyard an hour ago. But the kid takes an unsteady step forward and grabs it anyway. “This is – no, no – uh, G-Garth?” he calls, horrified.
Garth stops drowning Cas in questions and shifts his attention to the ground. He laughs and picks up his kid, totally unbothered, “Sammy, these are not toys for you,” he shakes his head, “He’s such a curious kid.”
Bess comes down the stairs right in that moment, wearing a green cardigan that matches Garth’s. “I thought I heard you two!” she says, even if Dean is pretty sure they’ve barely said a word since they’ve come in. “Garth, why don’t you bring their bag in the guests’ room? I’ll be right out with the drinks.”
There’s another round or “No need -,” and “This is really not necessary -,” and “We don’t want -“ before Garth yanks the bag from Dean’s hold with one hand.
He always forgets how strong he is.
“Of course you’re gonna stay. There’s no way I’m letting you leave in the cold and the dark. Come on! You know me,” he disappears down the hallway shaking his head and saying, “We’re gonna have so much fun.”
Bess gives them an encouraging smile, “Relax guys, take off your jackets, sit on the couch.”
*
So they do. Sit on the couch.
They both let out a sigh when they sink into the cushions and Dean would call Cas “old” if he hadn’t made the exact same sound.
“This was a bad idea,” whispers Dean.
“You think?”
In the sudden emptiness of the room, with It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year in the background, and the giant Christmas tree twinkling in the corner, it’s weird to just - sit there.
Dean is dirty and smelly and feels marginally better only when he looks over at Cas who seems so much out of his comfort zone that he might as well be a tropical bird.
He takes a hopeful look out of the windows behind the couch but the weather seems to be even worse than it was five minutes ago.
“Are you still cold?” asks Cas.
“No.”
“Good.”
They look away from each other again.
In the last few weeks they’ve settled in a pretty hectic routine. Find the case, drive to the case, work the case, drive home, rinse and repeat.
It’s a well-oiled machine, but that doesn’t leave much time for – well, anything else. Definitely not sitting around and relaxing – and it’s just awkward all of the sudden to be alone in a place that is not a sticky diner, or a dusty motel, or a morgue.
It sounds depressing but that’s the hunter life for you. Without even noticing you become your job and it gets easier to just put your head down and work.
After three hunts in a row, Dean realizes this is the first time they’re actually taking a break. He looks over at Cas, his messy hair and the hands folded in his lap, and he feels the need to say something conversational.
What comes out is, “Last time I was here, Garth fixed my teeth.”
Cas’ face scrunches up in confusion but then Garth comes back.
“Have you seen Cas?”
Dean blinks at him and then slowly and dubiously points at his right.
“No, I mean,” Garth laughs, “The little one. I’m so excited for you to meet him,” he says, leaving the room again.
“How do you lose a kid?” Dean asks under his breath, looking around. His attention is drawn to a group of pictures on the little table beside the couch. There’s a bunch of the family on holidays, and then a bunch of the kids. One of the frames says Castiel and, on the bottom, Always our little boy.
“Hey, Cas,” he picks it up to show it to him, “Want me to get you one of these?”
Cas glares at him and doesn’t dignifies him with an answer.
Dean smirks and shrugs, “Fine, we’ll get the one that says Sammy. Can’t wait to see his face on Christmas morning.”
Cas doesn’t look at him again but Dean sees the corner of his mouth stretch a little so he calls it a victory.
*
Then Garth comes back and finally sits down in the armchair across from them. “He’s asleep. I forgot he was asleep!” he rolls his eyes at himself, “Cas,” he says, clicking his tongue, “he’s the best. He’s got this look, you know?”
“Wait, who are we talking about now?”
“Him. No, uh -” Garth laughs and bangs a hand on his forehead. “Sorry, I keep getting confused. Alright, alright, lets call our Cas 'Little Cas' and we’ll call you, 'Big Cas'.”
Dean stifles a laugh.
"I don’t think-" starts Cas, but it gets drown out by Bess coming back with a tray.
From the steaming mugs comes the rich smell of chocolate and on the surface Dean can see mini marshmallows shaped like little trees. He watches as Bess and Garth pick up their mugs and toast before taking a sip and notices with a smile that even their mugs are matching. Bess’ says “Mine” and Garth’s says “Yours”. He thinks it’s cute, whatever.
But then he looks down at his own mug and realizes that there’s something written across it too. It says “Perfect” and when he dares to look in Cas’ way his whole body blushes when he reads “Together” on his.
He takes a sip of chocolate and tries very hard to avoid Cas’ eyes and stop blushing. He fails on both fronts and burns his tongue.
At least it tastes great and the sugar warms him up and makes him feel much more comfortable.
Cas drinks it too without making a fuss over molecules and Dean wonders if it’s because he’s very polite or if he’s a pain in the ass just when they’re alone.
 *
Finally Cas meets Little Cas and Garth keeps telling them how smart he is, because apparently he’s learned how to use the remote.
Dean snorts, “That’s already more than Big Cas can do,” and Cas shoots him a deadly “Stop calling me that,” that shuts him up for five minutes. Dean agrees it was a bad idea anyway.
Kids love Cas, for some reason. Little Cas stretches his arms towards him the whole time he’s in the room and Cas just pretends he can’t see him, as if avoiding eye contact is enough to make him stop. It amuses Dean greatly.
Even Gertie, when she comes in with a gingerbread cookie, looks between them and chooses to give it to Cas.
“I only have one,” she tells Dean, who is totally not offended.
But then Cas says, “It’s okay,” with his soft voice, “We’ll share it.”
And for some reason that makes Dean’s heart flutter. It’s something in the way he casually snaps the cookie in half and hands him a piece.
Somehow it’s different than sharing a car, a motel room, a bed, all kinds of weapons and bags and just space, in general.
Dean doesn’t know what it is, but somehow there’s a difference.
*
Garth is fairly disappointed when he finds out that angels don’t know Christmas carol by heart just because they’re angels.
At some point he just starts playing the piano and expects Cas to start singing along.
Dean says it was a hard blow for him as well, knowing that he couldn’t play the harp, just to enjoy the way Cas rolls his eyes with his whole head.
“What about Holy Night?”
“I- I don’t know that one,” says Cas, for the thirteen time in a row and Dean would love to stay on the couch and watch him awkwardly handle the situation if he wasn’t afraid Garth would eventually try and bring him into it.
So he jumps up at the first occasion to follow Bess into the kitchen right under Cas’ betrayed look.
“What songs do you know?” Garth’s voice carries through the walls.
“Uh, I know Led Zeppelin?” says Cas and Dean almost drops the mugs as his heart expands.
Now he kind of regrets having left the room but then Garth is saying, “Oh no, silly, I mean Christmas songs,” and Bess is asking him, “Do you play any instrument?” so he focuses back on her.
Dean puts down the mugs in the sink and opens up the tab, “Uh - just the guitar – a little bit. Never had much chance to practise.”
“Oh, you should. Then you can bring it up here sometime and play for us at the church.”
Dean scoffs, “You sure they’d want to see me again, after last time?” he asks and can’t hide the genuine uncertainty from his voice.
Bess rests a hand on his arm, reassuring, “Well, it’ll be different. Last time we said, ‘This is Dean, he’s a hunter’. This time, we’ll be saying, ‘This is Dean, he plays the guitar’.”
It’s such a simple concept but it hits him like a brick. He needs a moment to try and see himself from another point of view and he really doesn’t know what to say. Bess doesn’t seem to mind. They dry the mugs in silence and when Dean looks up to smile at her, she smiles back.
Dean, he plays the guitar. It could work.
They go back to the living room and Bess and Garth duet over Silent Night and it’s only a little embarrassing.
*
It gets dark pretty soon after that.
Before they bring their kids upstairs they all take part in the traditional – apparently daily – lightning of the tree. They turn off the lights and when Garth says  “Ready?”, Gertie says “Yes!” and he lights it up.
Only, in the dark Cas gets really close to him and when Garth says “Ready?” Dean can hear him too say “Yes,” and so he turns towards him just as Garth plugs it in and his breath catches in his throat as he sees his face light up with the colours dancing on his skin.
Bess turns on the lights again and Garth puts a hand on Dean’s shoulder and it startles him.
“Amazing, right?” he says, “Gets me everytime,” and only then Dean realizes that he’s missed the whole thing.
“Yeah,” he says.
*
Watching them at the table is always a jarring experience.
But just a "How’s the – dental practice going?" is enough to kick off the longest most absurd recount of Garth’s last few years and Dean finds himself laughing heartily with a hand on his chest, having forgotten all about the raw cow hearts on their plates.
They talk about things to do in Winsconsin and Dean tells them about that one time when he was a kid and got sick on cream puffs at a fair. Even Cas talks about Claire non-stop for a solid minute an a half, which is honestly impressive.
Bess and Garth want to know all about Sam and Eileen. When Dean says they’re splitting up more these days, Bess nods and says, “Yeah, I imagine you all enjoy a bit of privacy.”
Dean hears loud and clear the implication that him and Cas are like Sam and Eileen but doesn’t really know how to correct her, so he doesn’t. 
He knows he can’t blame her. He’s not totally oblivious to the way they look from the outside. Working together, living together - just that would be enough to assume. But Dean hasn’t looked at anyone else in years either so – yeah. He knows how it looks.
Cas doesn’t say anything either, and doesn’t show any signs as to whether he’s picked up the implication but Dean can never really be sure with him.
That’s about around the time Dean realizes he’s shifted towards him and has an arm draped on the back of his chair.
Cas hasn’t said anything about that either. Dean doesn’t remove it.
Garth proposes a toast to Bobby and Dean loves him a little bit more and then Bess asks them what they’re doing for the holidays and looks shocked when he says that they haven’t really thought about it yet. 
“But Christmas is in two weeks!”
Dean is about to say that they never really did holidays and they’re always on the road anyway, so it doesn’t matter and they don’t care, but for some reasons he settles for, “I guess – if we’re not working – then we’ll get Sam and Eileen and just -”
He doesn’t know what they’ll do.
Garth makes that face he makes when he finds him adorable.
It makes his skin crawl.
“What would you like to do?” he says and Dean feels hot all of the sudden as Cas looks his way as well.
“Nothing,” he blurts out, feeling his face reddening, “I mean, just stay at home, relax. That’d be great.”
Bess smiles, “That doesn’t sound like such an impossible plan now, does it?”
Cas softly says, “No, it doesn’t,” and Dean’s heart starts pounding.
“Next year we could get the families together,” jumps in Garth and that makes him laugh again.
From the fact that he doesn’t think right away that it’s the most horrible idea that Garth could possibly have, he realizes he’s having a good night.
And even later when he brings to the kitchen the last of the plates and sees Garth and Bess share a kiss and a laugh over the sink, he smiles. He’s careful not to make any sounds as he puts the plates down on the counter and tiptoes back to the dark living room.
Cas is standing near the tree, looking at the decorations and Dean silently joins him.
They smile at each other briefly and go back to watch the tree.
Considering how they’ve started the day, Dean thinks it’s not a bad way to end it.
*
The guest room is – well, like the rest of the house, colourful wallpaper, soft carpets, floral-scented bedsheets. And a Santa on the nightstands with cheeks that light up. Dean puts it under the bed first thing cause it creeps him out.
Garth says, “Are you gonna be alright in here?”
“I don’t sleep,” reassures him Cas and Dean wants to retort that for someone who claims he “just lays down” he sure knows how to steal the covers.
“Yeah, Garth,” he says instead, “We’ll be up early and leave through the backdoor.”
“Well, guys,” Garth says on the door, his eyes swelling up, “It’s been so good to have you here.”
“Yeah, thank you for everything, Garth,” Dean says and he really means it. “We had a good time.”
Garth shakes his head. “You guys make me cry.”
He pulls him into a hug and then moves to do the same with Cas. 
“Come back, whenever you want. And have a very merry Christmas.”
Dean closes the door behind him and leans his back against it with a deep sigh. “If I’d walked home instead of coming here I’d be less tired, I think.”
Cas huffs a laugh as he unties his shoes.
They undress in silence and slips under the covers.
Dean turns off the lights and looks up at the ceiling.
"It’s nice,” Cas says unexpectedly in the dark, “what they have."
A weight drops on Dean’s chest.
"Yeah,” he agrees in the end, “it's nice."
After a moment, Cas speaks again.
“Dean?”
“Mh?”
“We don’t have to – go home straight away,” there’s a pause. The familiar shape of Cas shifts next to him, “We could find some cream puffs for you to get sick on.”
“That’s sweet,” Dean huffs a laugh. “I appreciate it, Cas.”
He settles more comfortably against his pillow.
“I mean it,” Cas keeps going, and his whisper is a lullaby, “We don’t have to find another case. We could just go meet Sam and Eileen in Illinois. Drive home together.”
Dean likes the idea very much.
“Yeah, we could do that.”
He feels his eyes falling shut.
“We could make it home in time for Christmas,” Cas’ voice is saying.
Dean’s lips stretch into a smile.
“Yeah, let’s do that, Cas.”
He falls asleep. 
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ceilingfan5 · 4 years
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for the prompt thing... one of them works at a curio/mysticism shop in a mall or something but doesn't believe in Any of it... the other comes in to but the product and is Secretly Actually Magic...
i....may have misread your prompt
“Yeah, I need to return this fuckin’ orb,” the man with the long braid and the cardigan with fifteen pockets says. He plonks the orb on the counter, enormous and purple. Kravitz stares at it. 
“I’m sorry, sir-” 
“Taako.”
“Do, you, uh, do you have a receipt?” Kravitz takes him in a little more. He’s wearing at least two rings on every finger. There are jeweled stars in his hair, hanging by little golden chains, and Kravitz imagines how badly they probably get tangled at the end of the day when it’s time for this eccentric asshole to take off the schtick and put on a college t-shirt and boxers to sleep in like the rest of humanity. Or maybe he wears one of those old-timey nightgowns, embroidered with constellations that don’t exist, and a sleepy cap like in the Night Before Candlenights. 
“Nah, I ate the receipt.” Taako checks his nails. Kravitz stares at him. 
“I don’t know if I can complete the transaction without the receipt, but I can see if there are any records-?”
“Yeah, do that. I want my hundred and sixty bucks back.” 
One hundred and sixty? Kravitz looks at the orb. It’s a lovely color. Very round. It also looks like a cheap garden ornament from Walmart. Sorry sir, do you want to trade in for a concrete fawn? How about a bird bath?  
But Kravitz is gonna do his damn job, so he looks through the records the little old lady who owns the shop keeps in an old, leather-bound journal in creeping, spidery handwriting. She’s been writing in bright pink gel pen lately, which makes it much more difficult to parse. 
“What, err, what isn’t satisfactory to you, um, about the orb?” Kravitz says as he flips and scans. Taako rolls the orb lazily around on the counter. 
“Uh, it’s a piece of shit? It fucking cursed my cat, man. Totally off-brand magic. All the spells I tried with it absolutely backfired, I almost lost my eyebrows.” 
Kravitz squints at the man. Taako looks serious and calm, casual, even, like he has to stop by the GameStop after this and pick up the new MarioKart. Talking about actual fucking magic in the goddamn mall. 
“We sell...curios, here, sir. These things-” he gestures at some ugly dragon statues, a big fuck-off sword, the entire incense aisle- “are not...for actual magic.”
“Yeah, I fuckin’ noticed, and don’t think I’m gonna shop here again, right?” 
Kravitz drags his hands down his face, almost forgetting to look up the orb purchase. 
“None of these things are magic because magic isn’t real!”
Taako laughs so hard he doubles over. 
“Yeah, yeah, of course, sure, absolutely. Who the fuck do you think does special effects in movies, huh? Who do you think buys this garbage for shits and giggles, huh? What do you think all those packets and powders are behind the counter, dog, huh?” 
Kravitz thought they were drugs, but he’s not going to admit to that out loud. Besides, he’s not going to listen to this clown. 
“Magic isn’t real and you aren’t going to convince me of it, sir.” He jams his finger down on the notebook and finds a scraggly scrawl: Taako, scrying orb, purple, $160. ”Huh,” he says. 
“Huh~?” Taako echoes with a smirk. 
“I guess you get your money back.” Kravitz opens the cash register and a bat flies out. He ducks back and swears, covering his face. “The FUCK-”
“No worries,” Taako says, and he points at the bat, and the bat disappears completely. Kravitz blinks. And blinks again. And rubs his eyes. 
“Right, um,” he says, valiantly charging on. “That’s 20, 40, 60, 80, 100, 120, 140, 160.” He hands the money over to Taako, who’s just grinning ear to ear. 
“You know, I could teach you a little magic, if you want.” 
“Magic isn’t real!” Kravitz insists, his voice breaking a little.
“Yeah, and I’m a natural blonde.” Taako pops his gum and grabs a sticky note shaped like a hamburger and scrawls his number down. “Call me if you wanna shake up your horizons, a’ight punkin?”
And Taako walks away with his money, leaving Kravitz by himself, wide-eyed and baffled and a little sweaty. It wasn’t real, he thinks. It was a trick. It was- it was a special effect, it-
The bat reappears, and dives at Kravitz’s hair. Kravitz yelps and grabs the broom to beat it out of the store, in the direction of the food court. Panda Express can deal with this horeshit. Kravitz is done. He’s going to get a job at a car wash. He has no interest in the supernatural, if it even exists, which it doesn’t!
Taako was sort of cute, though, and despite himself, Kravitz slips the burgernote into his pocket as he locks up the store for the evening. He glances at the curios and tchotchkes, waiting for them to come alive and charge at him, or something. But nothing moves, nothing glints maliciously, nothing whispers his name in the spooky voice of his dead ancestor. It all just looks normal. 
Well. He’ll see about that. 
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Double Special
SO. Remember the 3k-ish words of birthday fluff I wrote AJ in November? Yeah, Janine decided she was not going to be outdone. Annnnd since a) her birthday is Valentine’s Day and b) she’s dating FELIX HAUVILLE she got her wish. This is almost 6k, y’all, they wouldn’t shut up. :D
----
The hands that settled over Janine’s eyes would have caught her slightly more off-guard if their owner had managed to keep from snickering on his approach.
“Guess who-?” he whispered, and she smiled at the endearment he just managed to keep himself from including.
“Hmmm,” Janine mused in exaggerated thought. “Tina?”
His hands shook with his held back laughter. “Nope. Try again.”
She chuckled and tapped a finger against her chin. “Verda?”
“Uh-uh. C’mon, you’re supposed to be a detective,” he teased, breath whispering against the shell of her ear in a way that made her spine tingle.
Janine bit back a grin and pushed out of the chair, impressed when his hands stayed close over her eyes without throwing off her balance as she stood and stepped sideways so the chair wasn’t between them. “Oohhh. Mason?”
“Janine.”
She laughed as she spun on one heel and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Ah, Felix. Why didn’t you say so?”
Felix rolled his eyes and tried to pout, but couldn’t even hold it a full two seconds. It turned to a grin as his hands trailed down to settle on her waist. “Are you always so bad at guessing games, babe?”
“Only when I’m teasing,” Janine said with a wink, hands cupping his jaw to pull him in for a kiss.
Felix leaned into it, and they both gave soft moans as the gentle kiss went deeper and more passionate than she’d initially intended. “...Fireworks,” he murmured through his breathless grin when they parted. “Still like fireworks.”
She gave a breathless laugh of her own in agreement as she rested her forehead against his. “So, to what do I owe this lovely surprise?”
“Surprise? Janine, as you are aware”--a pointed glance at her candy heart-patterned dress and cheerful red cardigan-- “it’s Valentine’s Day.”
“So it is,” Janine smiled, her fingers rubbing lightly over the nape of his neck.
“Our first Valentine’s Day.” Felix emphasized, then leaned in for a quick kiss before continuing, “And also your birthday.”
She snorted a quiet laugh. “Every year, yes.”
“But the first one since we started dating. So are you really surprised I wanted to see you today?” He grinned playfully and kissed her forehead. “With it being all double special for us and everything, I thought maybe on such a special day, you’d want to spend part of it with me after being cooped up in your office wading through paperwork all day.”
“Hmm, that does sound appealing,” Janine said lightly. “Since today’s just the specialest of days. Did you have any ideas?”
“Eh, one or two,” Felix said, unmistakable mischief in his voice.
She grinned at the thought of what that mischief promised and stole another kiss. “Just let me save this report and turn off my computer and we can go.”
Felix let his hands slide from her hips so she could sit at her desk again, nearly bouncing in anticipation as he waited. Janine didn’t hold them up long; today had been the sort that dragged ridiculously, and she was all too happy putting it behind her. She finished the sentence she’d been working on when he walked in, saved the report, and grabbed her coat off the back of her chair as she stood.
“All set,” she confirmed when he looked at her expectantly. Felix was halfway across the station before she had her coat on. “All set but not as fast as you!” Janine called after him, catching Tina’s laugh and giving one of her own as she hurried after him.
“Sorry,” Felix said with a sheepish chuckle. “Just excited.”
“You two have fun!” Tina called after them as they exited the station, grinning in a way that made Janine think she knew something.
Maybe, she mused a few moments later, that something had to do with the gigantic white teddy bear stuffed in the passenger seat of her car. After a few seconds gaping at her stowaway, with a ribbon tied round its neck and I LUV U embroidered on one paw, she whirled around to face her once-again grinning boyfriend. “Felix, how-?”
“Tina knows where you keep you emergency key, babe,” he reminded her. “And loves helping with cheesy romantic stuff.”
“Ah, that’s why she was ten minutes late for her shift,” Janine said with a laugh, looking back at the bear, which barely fit in her car.
“Yeah, it was tougher getting him in there than I expected,” Felix admitted, looking briefly concerned at her expression. “Too much?”
Janine shook her head and laughed again as she leaned in to kiss him in reassurance. “No such thing, babe.”
The grin came back, his eyes sparkling. “Good to know.”
The lilt under the words had her peering more closely at the bear--it truly was huge--until she followed the ribbon around its neck to a large origami heart folded into an envelope. “Felix...” Janine fumbled out her keys and opened the car door to more closely inspect her new furry friend’s necklace. She bit back a smile as she pulled free the unicorn tucked inside the heart, this piece folded from pink and purple paisley paper. “Clever,” she chuckled, then saw the marker scrawl on the unicorn. Clue #1. She looked between the unicorn and Felix with a slowly growing grin of her own. “Clue... as in scavenger hunt?!”
“Uh-huh!” Felix nodded gleefully, rocking up on his toes. “I know how much you love them, and I was hoping you wouldn’t be too tired after work--”
Janine’s fingers sank into his scarf and dragged him in for another kiss, longer, deeper, warming her straight to her toes as it trapped her against the side of her car. “This is perfect.” You’re perfect. She wrapped an arm around his waist. “We should sit in the car, don’t you think, while I work out this clue of yours.”
Felix shivered as the wind picked up, shuffling closer to her for warmth. “The unicorn is the clue, there’s not more to it or anything.”
“Well, in that case...” There was only one strong unicorn-related memory that came to mind. “I’d rather drive to the carnival grounds than walk in this weather, wouldn’t you?”
The gleam in his eyes and quick kiss he brushed to her cheek said she’d guessed right.
This was going to be fun.
---
It took both of them to manhandle the giant bear into the backseat so Felix could sit up with her.
“When we’re all done with this adventure, you get to figure how we’re fitting that  thing in my flat,” Janine said with a laugh as she started the car.
“Okay. Worst case you can keep it at the warehouse,” Felix pointed out with a grin.
“Sit it in my room for you to hug whenever you miss me?” she teased. “It’s almost as big as I am.”
He took the gentle ribbing with a grin. “I’d be hugging it all the time, but it’s nowhere near a good substitute for you.”
Her face warmed and she bit her lip, hands curling tighter on the wheel and gaze studiously on the surroundings as she pulled out of the space. “I’m flattered. Now, don’t distract the driver, or we might crash before we get there.”
“Wouldn’t want that,” Felix’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “I’ll behave.”
“There’s a first,” Janine couldn’t help but tease. She leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, then merged with the traffic--light as it was--to head for Hollow’s Peak.
It was a bit of a drive from the station, and they shifted between playful banter and idle chatter until Janine pulled into what served as a parking lot when the field was in use.
“So, how hard am I gonna have to look for the next clue?” she asked, shifting into park, excited but mildly daunted by the odds she could remember where the apple bobbing had been without tents or anything to use for reference.
“Oh you’re still at the beginning, babe,” Felix said. He grinned and waggled his eyebrows at her. “I wouldn’t make it too hard.”
“What a relief,” Janine said dramatically. She playfully tugged his hat down over his eyes, then stepped from the car. The warmth of his laughter faded into February chill and she shivered. Where would he leave a clue..? Hopefully she’d find it before she froze to death--
Janine grinned. The framework for the ticket booths was always there; a more permanent structure as they were needed by all who used the space for events. She headed that direction with surer steps.
Her guess proved correct. In the middle of the center booth’s counter sat a pale purple gift box tied with white and pink ribbon. Her grin widened even as the wind made her shiver again and she picked up the box. She retreated to the warmth of her car with it hugged to her chest. 
Felix smirked as she scrambled into the driver’s seat and yanked the door closed behind her. “Little cold out there, babe?”
“Dunno, babe, what do you think?” she retorted, and slid one of her gloveless hands around the back of his neck under the scarf.
He yelped and jerked away with a laugh. “You’re terrible!”
“Oh, yes, absolutely awful,” Janine agreed cheerfully. “I can’t be totally irredeemable, though, or you wouldn’t like me.”
“Touché,” Felix said with a wink and tugged her closer by the front of her coat. “I do like you just a little” --he kissed her, a gentle peck on the lips-- “tiny” --another peck-- “bit.”
“Today on understatements of the century...” Janine murmured with a smile, pinning him against the car door for a deeper kiss. The gearshift was poking her, but she didn’t care.
Felix laughed, a little dazed. “Don’t you still need to open the box?” he murmured, their lips bare centimetres apart.
She took the hint and settled back in the driver’s seat to tug on one end of the ribbon. Inside the purple box sat a flat, square jewelry box--probably a necklace, she guessed from the shape--and a pair of origami cupcakes scrawled with Clue #2.
She opened the jewelry box, gasped, and nearly dropped it. It was a necklace. Nothing terribly fancy; a slender chain supporting a dark silver heart-shaped locket with an amethyst in the center. But it was beautiful, and so very her, and it was from him. 
“Felix, I love it,” Janine said softly. She balanced the larger box on her knees so she could free the necklace and put it on. Her hands shook, just enough the clasp gave her trouble, and she let him help her  “Thank you.” She smiled and caught his hand to give it a squeeze. “You’re really nailing this first Valentine’s Day thing, darling. Or is this birthday?”
“Oh, no, birthday will be separate but no less awesome,” Felix said, beaming at the compliment. “This whole hunt thing is Valentine’s, babe.”
Janine arched a brow and grinned as she rubbed the locket between her fingers. “Speaking of...” She turned her attention to the cupcakes. “First of all, these are adorable. Second...” She bit her lip in thought. There were a few possibilities on this one, but the strongest... “Haley’s?”
“Yep.” Felix smiled in relief. “I couldn’t find a good example for any other baked... thing, at least not that I could make, and I got tired of wasting paper--and time--so I just was hoping this would do the trick...”
“And it did,” Janine chuckled. She closed the jewelry box, tucked it back in the gift box with the origami, and dropped it in the backseat with her bear. “To Haley’s, then.”
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Felix came with her for this one, trailing just a little as they stepped into the blissful warmth of Haley’s Bakery. Janine wondered if it was the more inviting atmosphere that caused the change, or just being bored of sitting in the car.
On second thought, maybe it was the two large mugs of hot chocolate Haley pushed across the counter toward them with a wink.
“Having a good Valentine’s, Janine?” she asked.
“Oh, the best,” Janine said, looping her arm through Felix’s as they each picked up a mug. “Thanks.”
“You’re very welcome,” Haley replied, darting an unsubtle look toward Felix as if to indicated where her gratitude should truly go. “Enjoy!”
“We will!” Felix winked, already tugging Janine toward the back of the cafe. “We need to warm up.”
Only a few of the tables were occupied, and she briefly wondered why they were headed toward the back--before she saw the large paper bag, emblazoned with Haley’s logo, sitting in the middle of one table, replacing the decorative flowers.
“You are such a keeper,” she whispered through a grin as she kissed him on the cheek, being careful not to spill the hot chocolate. “Not that there was any doubt.”
“Yeah, at this point, you’re pretty much stuck with me, babe,” Felix joked as they sat down.
“Good,” Janine replied, emphatically and without hesitation. She scooched her chair over until they could sit with shoulders pressed together while they drank the hot chocolate and thawed out. The first sip was deliciously warm, heady and rich, and she giggled.
“What?” Felix asked, arching a brow.
“You’ll be buzzing from this, darling,” Janine informed him, amused. “I may have to tie you down.”
He waggled his eyebrows. “Fine by me.”
“Felix! Not like that!” But she was laughing as she slapped his arm. She turned to look over at the bag. “Someone’s gonna have to help me eat these if it’s half as full as it looks.”
“Have someone in mind?” Felix asked with a grin as he took a drink. “Yum. That is good.”
“Tina, of course.” God, it was hard to keep a straight face. “I have to stay on her good side in case I need her to cover for me sometime.”
Felix rolled his eyes, still grinning. “Oh, sure. Tina.”
Janine opened her mouth to retort, but got sidetracked by what was clipped to the folded over top of the bag.
A light orange origami mouse. Clue #3
She smiled as she slipped it free and cradled it in her palm. Another easy one, but, “Felix?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“How much time do we have for this scavenger hunt?” She ran her thumb over the mouse. “You’re supposed to have patrol soon, aren’t you?”
“Usually would, yeah.” He smiled in faux-innocence when she narrowed her eyes. “But I can be really persistent, and Mason hates being around me when I’m mopey.”
She tried for disapproval, but was laughing too hard. “Felix Hauville, you did not--”
Felix reached over and playfully covered her mouth with his hand. “We swapped, Janine. Now I’m doin’ the wee hours of the morning. I’m saving him from bitching about the cold.”
“You’re such a helper. Though I suppose this means no sleepover?” Janine asked coyly.
Felix laughed. “Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow?” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “If I beg dramatically enough I can probably convince Natey to cover for me juuuuust once.”
She grinned at him over the rim of her mug. “Now who’s terrible?”
“Can’t be too bad; you still like me,” he said mischievously.
Janine laughed and kissed him, tasting the hot chocolate. “Perhaps just a tad,” she murmured as she lingered close.
“Today on understatements of the century...” Felix mumbled, eyes sparkling with mirth.
She laughed again, the reluctantly sat back to finish her hot chocolate.  “Wonderful as this is, we probably shouldn’t dawdle or it’ll get dark.”
“True.” He swallowed a huge gulp of his hot chocolate and blinked at the sugar rush. “It’s definitely better for you to be able to see.”
“That does help with scavenger hunts,” Janine said, fighting a smile.
They finished, waved farewell to Haley on their way out the door, and Janine deposited the bag of pastries with her other gifts before heading back toward the police station,
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She barely had to get out of the car for this one; the large box, dark pink and heart shaped, was propped conspicuously against the exterior wall. Janine retrieved the chocolates and hopped back in the waiting warmth of her car.
“Trying to fatten me up?” she joked, running a finger around the edge of the box and shooting Felix a grin.
“Hoping you’ll share,” he corrected with a matching grin, leaning in for a kiss.  “With me.”
“Nice clarification,” Janine giggled. Not seeing any origami attached to the outside, she opened the box. Atop the waxy sheet protecting the chocolates sat a trio of flames, that--like the unicorn earlier--showed evidence of repeated folding  attempts before they cooperated. She smiled at the mental image of him concentrating so hard on something for her as she mulled over where this clue might point. Her thumb absently brushed the Clue #4 as if it would make things click.
She was just about to admit being stumped when Felix grinned--”Maybe this’ll help”--and leaned in to kiss her, long and sweet and deep, then whispered,  “Your heart’s racing.”
Click. Janine smiled, cupping the side of his jaw with one hand. “So’s yours.”
Still smiling, she handed him the box of chocolates and started driving for the warehouse.
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They didn’t pass many people as they wound their way through hallways until they reached the living room, which was both odd--it wasn’t that late--and not--the warehouse was a big place. Janine glanced over at Felix as she reached for the door handle. The grin plastered across his face made her smile as well,  undisguised glee and anticipation shining in his eyes. It was just so damn infectious, like every time he smiled.
She opened the door. “...Wow.”
“Is that a good wow? That’s a good wow, right?” Felix wiggled between her and the door frame to get into the room.
Catching the note of anxiety in his voice, Janine nodded, fingers curling around her necklace. “Yes, good wow. Slightly stunned,” she admitted with a laugh,” but very good wow.”
The vase sitting on the coffee table looked like it was straining to hold at least three dozen roses, most red, but a few accenting pink and lavender ones as well. The heady aroma was strong enough she was willing to bet Mason was grateful he had an excuse to not be in the same building, and the bouquet large enough she wasn’t sure she’d be able to carry it. “I love them, but Felix. Darling. How the hell are we fitting them in my car?” Even without the bear taking up so much space, it wouldn’t likely work.
He grinned, trepidation gone. “Oh, you don’t have to! They can go in your room here.”
She arched a brow. “And they aren’t going to bother you all?”
“No-” He sneezed. “We’ll be okay.”
“Are you sure?” Janine sidled closer, wrapping her arms around his neck as she leaned in. “I can take some of them home so the smell’s not as strong.” And Mason doesn’t kill you in your sleep.
Felix bit back his widening grin and pressed into their forehead touch. “If you really want to, you can. But they’ll look better all together, won’t they? And unless they’re magic, they won’t last forever, so we’ll survive.”
She took his word for it. “Alright, but I do want to take at least one...” She tipped her chin up to nuzzle her nose against his, then stepped away and approached the table. She tugged one of the vibrant red roses free, slipped the penknife from her pocket, and bit her lip in concentration as she cut off the stem short enough she could tuck it through her bun. “There.”
Felix leaned against the back of the couch, his gaze fixed on her and a smile pulling at his lips. “And here I thought you couldn’t get any prettier.”
Janine blushed, her answering smile so wide it hurt her face. “Thank you,” she said softly, turning away to look around the flowers for origami, if there was any.
And there was. Tucked between two pink roses on the side facing the fireplace, she found a light brown origami house, freckled with small blue dots. Clue #5
She freed it, studied it a moment, then, “Home?”
“Yeah,” Felix laughed, leaning so far over the couch he started to slide. “It was a tricky one to pick something for, and apparently origami doors are an actual thing that people have? I didn’t know that, so there were no this size patterns and I couldn’t do that, and house was the next best thing I could think of, so I went with that.” He caught himself and grinned. “And you figured it out pretty quick, so it must’ve been a good choice. And you’re just a good detective.”
“So, finally to my place, then?” Janine asked with a smirk, twirling the paper house between her fingers and slipping it in her pocket.
Felix matched her smirk as he straightened. “Finally to your place, babe.”
Her pace wending back out to the car had him trotting to keep up with a grin he didn’t even try to hide.
---
Felix made her stop at the bottom of the stairs. “Okay, wait. If it wasn’t so cold, we’d be doing this on the roof, like you did for me, but since it is, we’re just going to your apartment. Close your eyes.”
Janine chuckled as she acquiesced, holding out the hand not burdened by gift boxes. “You’ll have to get me there without tripping.”
He took her hand but didn’t move aside from his thumb rubbing over her knuckles. She cracked one eye and found him looking at her with shining eyes and a lopsided smile.
 “What?” She asked with a laugh. 
Felix shook his head and leaned in to give her a quick peck on the cheek.  “Nothing. Eyes closed, or you’ll ruin the surprise.”
Janine obligingly shut her eye again, and this time he tugged her hand, gently guiding toward and up the steps. The hesitant pace made her glad they’d left the bear in the car for now. Juggling that would have made this even more complicated.
She knew the building well enough to not trip on the stairs, and was holding out her keys for Felix to take by the time they’d reached her apartment.
He laughed as he did--”You read my mind, babe”--and carefully guided her through the doorway. The floorboards creaked and she bit back a smile at the mental image of him bouncing in excitement too great to contain. “Okay, now you can open ‘em!”
Janine’s jaw dropped open not far behind her eyes. Her apartment had been transformed, or at least, the living room and kitchen. Strings of fairy lights lit the room, the occasional twinkle of purple or blue adding to the soft golden ambiance. A scattering of balloons--all brightly colored, most emblazoned with birthday messages--had drifted up to the ceiling, curled ribbons just barely in reach. The kitchen table was decorated with sparkly silver and gold confetti and another vase full of flowers, smaller than the rose bouquet at the warehouse, but varied. She could see lilies and violets, at the least, but she’d have to circle back for a closer look; her gaze was already on the cheerfully wrapped box--complete with a huge yellow bow--and scrumptious chocolate frosted cake.
“Now we do birthday,” Felix said with barely restrained glee after giving her a moment to take it all in.
Janine wheeled, shoving the door closed with one hand as she pinned Felix against the wall next to it. He was laughing as she kissed him, clearly pleased with himself and her reaction. Her hands curled into a tight grasp on his clothes, and she kept the kiss going until she started to feel lightheaded.
Felix gave a single breathless chuckle when she finally pulled away. “...Whoa,” he mumbled through his dazed grin.
Janine let out a breathlessly giddy laugh of her own.“Too much?” 
He shook his head. “No such thing.” Stole a kiss. ”I’m glad you like it.”
“Felix...” A wave of overwhelming emotion rolled through her chest--He did this, all of this, for me--and she briefly rested her forehead against his shoulder before meeting his gaze again. “The Agency’s gonna revoke your expense account if you use it for spoiling me like this,” she teased, voice wobbling. She rested one hand against his jaw and traced his cheekbone with her thumb. 
Felix chuckled, using one finger to swoop a loose lock of hair back behind her ear before tipping her chin up. “I mean. You’d be worth it.” He kissed her, and Janine shifted half a step back from the fervency of it.He smirked when he pulled back. “But between Nate’s expensive tastes, Mason’s cigarettes, and Adam’s bill for damages, I’ve been the easy one up til now,” he said, hands rubbing gently up and down her arms, “and you deserve someone to spoil you on your birthday.” Another kiss, his fingers digging into her hair, another ceded step. “And Valentine’s Day.” Another kiss, another step back, the arm of the couch pressed against the back of her knees. “And every day,” he finished, forehead resting against her temple, “because you’re just that amazing.”
Janine grinned, curling her hands lightly around his wrists. “So are you, love,” she whispered, leaning into him. They stood there a moment before the mood was broken by Janine’s stomach giving a very quiet gurgle and they both laughed.
“Sounds like we got back here just in time, babe,” Felix teased, kissing her temple as he eased back.
Janine rolled her eyes and swatted his arm as she bent to pick up the boxes she’d dropped when she backed him against the wall. She hastily tossed them on the couch as he caught her wrist to tug her toward the kitchen.
“You’re not planning on cake for dinner are you?” she teased right back.  “Awesome as that might be...”
“Thought about it,” he returned with a lopsided smile, “ but nah. Dinner should be in the oven” --he peeked to be sure-- “to keep it warm.” He pulled out the chair from the one clear space, then grabbed a towel to pull whatever dinner was from the oven.
Janine sat, stomach giving a louder rumble at the delicious--and familiar--aroma that emerged with the food. She was grinning again--had she ever truly stopped since he showed up at her office?--when he placed the plate in front of her with a flourish. “Have I mentioned recently that you’re the best?”
Felix laughed and pulled out another chair for himself, plopping down so he faced her rather than the table. “I think so, but you can always say it again to be safe.”
She giggled, poked the chicken and shrimp alfredo with her fork. “Felix, you’re the best and I love you.”
His smile put the sun to shame. “Thanks, babe. It’s what you deserve.” He waggled his eyebrows playfully. “The cake’s strawberry, by the way. And because I love you, I didn’t make it myself.”
Janine arched a brow.
“Okay, I tried,” Felix admitted, scratching the back of his neck and grinning sheepishly. “Almost lit the warehouse on fire. After Adam finished scolding me--”
“Nate made it?” she guessed with a laugh.
“Yeah.” He wrinkled his nose, then the grin came back in full force. “But I did decorate it!”
Janine peered at the cake’s decoration; a large, uneven heart outlined and filled in pale pink and “Happy Birthday” that did indeed resemble his handwriting. “And you did an excellent job.”
“Only the best for you, babe,” he winked, but there was a sincerity under the words that made her breath catch.
On a hunch, she set down her fork and reached over to poke the side of the cake gently. The chocolate covering it gave but didn’t smear, and she gave a quiet gasp of delight. Fudge frosting!
Felix watched her experiment with a grin. “Pays to be friends with the one of us who actually likes to bake,” he joked, swiping a finger through the frosting and holding it out to her. “Want a preview, babe?”
Janine looked at him, then the frosting, and leaned forward to slowly lick his finger clean. She sat back, savoring both his expression and the chocolate taste. “So, any other accomplices, or just Nate?”
Felix blinked. “Huh? Oh, Tina helped me decorate here, and with a couple of the scavenger hunt steps. She seemed very smug, learning I have a key to your flat.”
“Let her be,” Janine laughed, well aware she’d be getting interrogated the next day. She took a bite of the alfredo, groaned softly in pleasure, and then tapped the wrapped gift. “And when can I open this?”
“Oh, whenever you want.” He rested his chin on his palm. “I just figured you would wanna eat first.”
He was right, to a point, But she was curious, so she only made it halfway through the meal, delicious as it was, before pushing the plate aside so she could reach for the box. The ribbon and paper both came away easily. Inside the shallow box was a framed picture.The frame was nice; dark wood with a curling silver overlay, but the picture was what made her chest ache and a smile catch her lips.
The two of them, sitting on her couch. Janine’s legs were curled up over Felix’s lap and they were snuggled close, her temple pressed to his cheek as they smiled wide at something off-camera. Felix’s expression was like joy captured on film, and she smiled as she brushed her fingers lightly over the glass.
“Tina again,” Felix volunteered. “She was showing it to me to tease we’re cute enough to make her doololly and I asked if I could have it. Y’know, a copy. Because, I mean, look at us.” He grinned. “We are cute.”
“The cutest,” Janine laughed. She set the picture down. She’d have to find somewhere good to display it. “Thank you, Felix, for everything.”
“You’re welcome,” he said brightly. “Oh, wait, there’s one more thing!” He twisted around to get in the pocket of his coat, hanging over the back of his chair, and carefully pulled something out. “Nothing special, just made me think of you when I saw it. This is everything.” 
And he handed her the tiniest glass ballerina figurine she’d ever seen. It was tinted pink for the tutu and shoes, but clear otherwise. 
“Felix...” Janine stared at it for a moment, completely lost for words. It was beautiful, delicate and charming, somehow conveying an air of grace despite its small size.
“Too much?” he asked, voice quiet and brow furrowed.
 She shook her head and laughed “I told you, there’s no such thing..I love it,” she said softly, then cleared her throat and grinned at him as she gently sat the ballerina on the table. “And now that I’ve been drowned in affection and gifts, did you have any plans for the rest of our time?”
Felix grinned back and stole a kiss. “Watch movies and cuddle on your couch?”
Janine chuckled. “You read my mind.”
“With cake?” he hinted, still grinning.
“Oh, obviously.” She smirked, sliding one hand up his thigh for balance as she really leaned in for the next kiss. “Gotta have dessert.”
A few minutes later found them curled up close together on her couch, one fairly large slice of divine cake shared between them, as they started a movie. Janine took a bite of the cake and nearly groaned; it tasted every bit as good as it looked. She let Felix tug the plate toward him as she savored the taste, fingers absently toying with her necklace to occupy themselves. 
Driven by belated curiosity, and not particularly interested in the movie’s opening credits, she flicked the locket open. Her brow furrowed in surprise. “It’s empty.”
Felix glanced over at her quiet confusion. “I wanted-” He finished chewing his mouthful of cake. “I wanted you to pick what you keep in there,” he explained, his hand not holding the cake plate rubbing arcs up and down her shin.
Janine smiled and clicked it closed again. “I’ll have to think on that.” She had some ideas, but would have to see if she could get decent quality pictures in the right size. “In the meantime...” She tugged the cake back.
Felix chuckled as he let go and settled his arm around her shoulders. “I don’t need any more. Just wanted a taste of the finished product.”
“Mm, can’t blame you,” Janine mumbled another bite. “I need to think of a good way to thank Nate; this is just ridiculously good. Are we sure he’s a vampire and not some kind of baking witch?”
“I’m gonna tell him you said that,” Felix laughed, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“Fine, just make sure you’re clear it’s a compliment,” Janine retorted, grinning.
That got them though the credits to the actual movie, so they quieted, settling in even more comfortably, their hands linked and resting in Felix’s lap as Janine balanced the plate on her knee while she finished off the cake. Despite what he’d said, she did share a couple more bites, which Felix didn’t refuse.
“You know what?” she murmured as she settled back in after scooting the empty plate onto an end table.
“Mm?” He turned to look at her rather than the screen.
“I didn’t do anything for you for Valentine’s.” 
“Yes, you did,” Felix contradicted softly, even his smile more gentle. “You’ve spent time with me, and you let me spoil you.” 
“Felix-”
“Janine.” He squeezed her hand. “Maybe in the future you can spoil me back, but for this one, our first one, I really wanted to show you what you mean to me.”
The light from the television accentuated the planes of his face, and the look in his eyes, and god, she wanted to kiss him. So she did. “Mission accomplished,” she murmured when she pulled back.
His smile was too much, too happy, too sweet, too smitten, and she kissed him again.  And again.
And he laughed as he kissed her back and they spent a good twenty minutes not paying much attention to the movie. Only each other.
“We’re missing a good part,” she mumbled against his mouth.
“Pretty sure this is better,” Felix returned as his fingers dug into her hair, but it was only a minute or two more before they broke the kiss and returned to watching the movie.
Even with that excellent bit of sidetracking he’d done, Janine made a promise to herself as they settled back in, hearts racing and matching smiles on their faces. Next year, she was going to spoil him. Next year was his turn. He deserved it every bit as much as she did.
For now, though  she was going to cuddle, watch a movie....
....and maybe steal just a few more kisses.
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higgs-fragile · 3 years
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Imagine Higgs and Fragile being all cozy on a rainy October day, both cuddling in blankets on the couch after work, drinking hot tea and Fragile wears a pair of thick socks that imitate the shape and look of cryptobiotes. Higgs patiently knitted them for her as a surprise gift and Fragile loves them, she is so happy that he found a new creative hobby. 🤗
Here it is, anon! Sorry for the super late reply, my inspiration comes and goes but yesterday was Death Stranding’s first anniversary and I really wanted to write this mini-fic as a gift to this lovely fam ❤️️ hope you like it! 
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“I used to hate October, you know. But I’ve changed my mind.”
“Because of me?” His damn, smug smile curves his lips again. And he’s right.
“Yeah, maybe it’s because of you.”
He smiles again, tasting that little victory she gave away so easily. It won’t be so easy next time, she thinks to herself, but it’s a lie. It’s always a lie.
Outside the window trees are all golden and orange, fallen leaves created a crispy path on the road. Fragile wakes up early in the morning, surrounded by a thin, cold mist that makes her shiver under the woolen cardigan. Her favourite season is gone: when she was a child, she hated that goodbye. Seeing the light die every day in the middle of the afternoon made her upset, until she realized how beautiful nature actually is. Golden leaves, brown trees, chill air. Thin fog, almost made of dreams and the thinner whispers ever. The city changes every single day, the boulevards change at the same time, that scenario puts her at ease. It’s simpler than she thought. And beautiful.
At night, she lays beside Higgs, caressing his bare back with a fingertip. Sometimes he falls asleep on the couch, head on her lap, and she can’t help but caressing his hair lightly, afraid of waking him up.
Beauty is simple: it’s an everyday reminder she started to appreciate with time. Beauty is sitting on the couch with him in the afternoon, talking about something random, – a mix of how was work and look I’ve found a documentary about cryptobiotes, let’s watch it – not noticing the hours passing. Beauty is kissing him on his lips while he’s cooking, just to enjoy his happy-yet-super-embarassed-yet-swooning reaction. Drinking tea and eating the sweets he has baked, finding out he’s also a very good pâtissier. (As well as a cook, a professional series binge-watcher, a passionate lover, an avid bookworm…)
Beauty is simple, yet it is always a gift. She would never take it for granted.
The documentary about cryptobiotes had left a lasting impression, as he likes to say: one afternoon, coming home from work, Fragile finds Higgs all focused on something challenging, judging by his expression. He puts everything away as soon as she tries to sneak a peek, but the massive smile on his face is impossible to hide equally well.
“Nothing to see here. Just a hobby. Trust me, aaanything interesting. Guaranteed.”
Yet, he can’t stop smiling.
A surprise is waiting for her after another endless day at work, when rain pours down in buckets and any good thought about autumn seems to disappear under a blanket of frustration. Higgs sits on the couch, apparently busy reading a magazine, but there’s a pair of knitting needles on the small coffee table and a packet on the couch cushion, the one with the robin embroidered on it. He lowers the magazine to look at her. She understands.
Fragile puts away her black, still dripping umbrella and moves towards the couch. Higgs tries to look away, but again, his smile speaks for itself. She unwraps the packet, covered in a piece of red paper, to reveal a pair of… socks. Pink, woolen socks. Knitted to resemble two cryptobiotes.
Too cute to be real.
“Do you like them? It’s nothing special, I told you. But hey, who else can say they have custom cryptobiotes socks? And handmade, too!”
Fragile bursts into laughter. She crawls on the sofa to reach him, doing her best to take her shoes off while hugging the socks to her chest, and when she finds his lips the kiss is desperately happy, long and messy as they both expected to. It’s her favourite way to say thank you: gestures, before words, as they both learnt from one another. He answers with the same energy. His stubble brushes her cheek.
She immediately wears the socks. They fit perfectly. That’s because I have an eye for sizes, Higgs praises himself, and Fragile can only agree. They’re soft. A true surprise gift, something that manages to change her day for the better. She kisses him again, and this time Higgs blushes.
The sun goes down earlier, but who cares? Someone is at home, ready to welcome her. The city becomes more beautiful every day. She holds a cup full of tea in her hands, its warmth running through her body. And at night, when the only lights guiding them are the ones gently shining beyond the shutters, their bed becomes the shelter they’ve always needed.
“So, you really like them?”
“Do you think I could lie to you?” Fragile pretends to be offended, yet she can’t keep the frown for too long. “I love them” she admits, burying her face under his arm. He chuckles, patting on one of her socks with his foot.
“It has been year since someone has gifted me something.”
“Well, then I’m glad it was me.”
Their fingers met. Higgs starts playing with hers, lulled by their warmth.
- mod Umbrella 
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mukettyl · 4 years
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Train Rides and Late Nights // Chapter Two
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(tumblr won’t let me minamize this, i’m so very sorry)
Two weeks have gone by and Eddie couldn’t get the train boy out of his mind. He rolled over onto his side to look out the ajar window at the grey morning mist covering the sky. Breathing in the fresh and foggy air, he began imagining different, intricate, ways that the scenario could have played out. He could have said absolutely anything besides, “Why are you staring at me?” But no, he just had to choose those particular six words.
He pulled the blankets around himself tighter, and let the warmth engulf him for a few moments longer, before getting out of bed.
He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and shuddered. God, it’s cold.
He looked around for a second before deciding to put on a pair of sweatpants and oversized, worn, navy sweatshirt, over the t-shirt and boxers he had slept in. On his way to the kitchen, he regretted having not put on socks as he felt the cold linoleum tiles underneath his feet.
“Well good morning to you too, sleepyhead.”
Eddie looked up from the coffee pot he was now standing behind to pay attention to the voice coming from the living room in front of him.
“Good morning, Stan.” he replied groggily, dragging out the word “morning” until it had six extra sylobols. “One or two sugars?”
“Two, thank you.” Stan said, putting down his book, “I have to go visit Bill at some point today at the shop if you want to come with me. My engine light is on but I can’t figure out why, and I’ve stopped trying to guess.”
“Bill’s a mechanic?” Eddie asked, walking into the living room. He handed Stan his coffee and sat across from him on their lazy boy so that he could face him.
“No, not quite. But his dad and best friend are.”
“Oh, interesting.” Eddie took a long sip of his coffee before continuing with, “Yeah sure, I’ll tag along. I don't have any classes today anyways, so there’s nothing else I have going on.”
“Okay, that’ll work. I just need to get dressed and then we can head out now, if you’re ready.”
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The two boys stepped out of the car in front of the shop. Stan had decided to completely step-up Eddie’s sweater and sweatpants by wearing a real outfit.
He was wearing a light blue polo with a blue jay embroidered onto his breast pocket, a pair of khakis, and an oversized grey cardigan. Eddie’s Betty Boop socks were no match.
Above the front doors read, “Denbrough’s Auto Repair,” in big, bold, blue letters. Eddie had never realized that Bill’s dad owned this place. He passed it all the time on the bus on his way to school, but it had never occurred to him that they could be the same “Denbroughs.”
After what seemed like ages, Bill walked out to greet Stan and help him figure out the issue with his engine light. Eddie stood there sort of awkwardly as they said their hellos and talked about the past few days in which they hadn’t had a chance to see each other.
“Hey Eddie! If you want, there are some doughnuts and coffee inside from earlier this morning. Help yourself!” Bill said to Eddie with a smile. Thank God, Eddie thought to himself, a reason to escape.
Eddie walked up the stairs and through the front doors. There was an empty front desk in front of him to the left, and a hallway that seemed to lead to a smaller room to his right. Assuming the doughnuts were in said room, Eddie took a right. He found a pot of coffee and a half empty box of a baker’s dozen on the table. Bingo.
He poured himself a cup of coffee and added creamer and two sugars. He grabbed a powdered doughnut, as well, and went to take a seat in the lobby area.
Napkins, I need napkins.
Attempting to hold his coffee upright and not drop his doughnut all while grabbing napkins was not working for him. He decided to hold the doughnut in his mouth and grab napkins with his newly freed hand, instead.
Walking into the lobby with his doughnut in his mouth, still trying not to spill his coffee, he almost didn't see the person about to walk directly into him. Correction, he did not see the person who ended up walking directly into him.
“God, my bad. Do you see my glasses anywhere?”
No way. Not now. Not today.
Eddie took a better look at the boy, who was now on his hands and knees searching for his glasses. Train boy. He recognized the tattered blue jumpsuit and the mass of dark, curly hair. The boy stood up and Eddie was able to half make out “Richie” on the jumpsuit’s nametag.
Eddie stood there dumbfounded as he watched the curly haired boy attempting to get his grounds and clean off his lenses,“Hey bud, thanks so much for the tremendous amount of help, totally not like you just stood there and let me suffer for the last minute and a- hey, it’s you!”
-
Two weeks. It’s been fourteen days since he last saw him, and he couldn’t get the damn boy off his mind. Richie had purposefully taken the night shift everyday he could, just in case they’d end up on the same train again. But it was to no avail.
After these two weeks of desperately attempting to run into him, Richie gave up. He decided to believe in destiny, fate, and all that, and that if they were meant to meet again, they would.
Richie got off work early on Thursday, so he decided to take his time on his walk to the train. He put in his earbuds and he was off. He naturally walked fast, so he knew that he’d have plenty of time to get to the station before the train reached his stop. He had about 45 minutes, so he decided to wander around the city. It was getting colder as the days passed, so Richie decided to start wearing his dad’s old bomber jacket.
After the death of his father, Richie’s mom decided that she couldn’t stay in Boston anymore. Richie and his dad never really got along. He knew he loved him, but the amount of fighting his parents did had been unbearable for him. He really didn't mind leaving it all behind. So at ten years old, Richie and his mom got on a plane and never looked back. They have now lived in Chicago for the past nine years, but since the move, things have never been quite the same.
Richie knows that his mom blames him for his father’s death. Remarks such as “Well if we never had you…” or: “God! I understand why he couldn’t put up with you anymore!”, helped his claim. He tries to not let it get to him, but it's on nights like this when it all builds up. The moon was almost full and the amount of stars visible was mesmerizing, for the city, that is.
Richie could hear the roar of the train’s engine as he approached the platform. He had continued to board the same car and sit in the same seat as he had two weeks ago. Not as if this would have changed, but the idea of maybe seeing him again was just adding to his reasoning.
-
He woke up the next morning in the dark and dying of heat. His sheets were sticking to him as if his skin were adhesive, and his mouth was as dry as the air filling his room. His blinds weren’t completely shut, but the lack of sun led him to believe that it must be before 6:00 a.m.
Fuck, it’s hot.
He knew that the furnace in his apartment would turn itself on at full blast if it got below 67 degrees fahrenheit. He knew this because he hated it with a burning passion.
He discarded the sweaty sheets off of himself by kicking at them until they fell off of his bed, and rolled over until he could reach his glasses off of his nightstand.
He sleepily propped the frames onto his nose while simultaneously trying to keep his curls from blocking his vision so that he could read the time.
5:49 a.m. Yuck.
Richie didn't have to be anywhere until 10:00 a.m. today, so he landed on a shower being his best option at the moment. Well, technically he didn't have to be anywhere today at all. But he told Bill that instead of coming in at night like usual, that he could come in today early and just stay late. Bill has been his best friend since he moved to Chicago. After hearing about the death of Richie’s father, Mr. Denbrough immediately took Richie under his wing. When he turned sixteen, Mr. D. offered him a job at his auto shop, and Richie has been working there ever since.
After lazily walking to his bathroom, Richie turned on the water in his shower. He proceeded to get undressed, which just consisted of taking off the mis-matched socks and boxers that he had fallen asleep in. The ice cold water felt soothing against his skin. He lathered his hair in shampoo that smells heavily of green apples, and just used the remnants of it to clean his body. Bill had stayed over one night and gave him trouble for not owning body wash, but couldn’t argue with the fact that Richie did always smell very good.
After drying off and wrapping a towel around his head, he walked back into his room and to his closet to get half dressed. He still had three hours before he had to leave, so there was no rush. He put on his favorite t-shirt that said, “The Revolution Is My Boyfriend” that his friend Bev had gotten him at a small thrift shop on her trip to Minneapolis with her boyfriend, and a pair of neon orange briefs.
He walked into the kitchen to make some half-assed breakfast. He poured himself a glass of orange juice and made some toast. While waiting for his bread to turn to toast, he switched on the tv. The only thing on at this hour besides infomercials and news was Seinfeld.
It’ll do.
*ding!*
“Gahh!” Richie yelped as he spilled orange juice all over himself. “Da fuck was dat foh bruhv?�� To which his toaster didn’t respond.
As a child, Richie used to talk to himself extensively while his parents argued, and to keep himself entertained, he’d use accents. Now, whenever he got startled or caught off guard, he would automatically start talking in a British or Australian accent.
He picked up some paper towels and cleaned up the spilled juice as best he could. He then grabbed his toast and smeared grape jelly all over it before putting the pieces together and wrapping it in a paper towel, rather than dirtying another plate. He took his toast and the remainder of his OJ into his living room and sat down to watch Seinfeld until he had to get fully dressed.
-
As Richie walked up to the shop, he heard, “Morning, bud!” from in the doorway atop the front stairs.
Without looking up, knowing who it was, he responded with “Guten morgen, Big Bill!”
Instead of waiting for a response, he walked directly past Bill and towards the donuts he saw on the table in front of him. He grabbed one covered in strawberry icing and rainbow sprinkles. Without even bothering to ask if they were up for grabs, he ate basically half of it in one bite.
“Help yourself, I’m gonna go greet Stan, he just got here.”
With a mouth full of donut all Richie could mutter was, “O-ay. Hank youh!”
After scarfing down as many donuts as he thought he could muster before getting sick (three), he poured himself some coffee and decided to get to work. He went around back and put up the garage doors, took out the trash from the past week, and listened to the voicemails that had been left since yesterday. Because it was so early, he really didn't have much to do, so he went to go pour himself another cup of coffee when he walked smack dab into someone turning the corner as well. His glasses fell off of his face so he immediately dropped to the ground to start searching for them.
“God, my bad.” Richie managed, “Do you see my glasses anywhere?”
Richie was sure that whoever this kid that he had just ran into could see him frantically looking for his glasses, but just stood there as if everything was just peachy keen. After what felt like an hour, Richie’s hand finally felt the frames. While happy he found his glasses, he wanted to make sure whoever this schmuck was knew that he was no help.
“Hey bud, thanks so much for the tremendous amount of help, totally not like you just stood there and let me suffer for the last minute and a- hey, it’s you!”
It was him! It was the boy that had sat in his seat on the train exactly two weeks ago. The cute one who told Richie to stop staring at him. The one who was now standing in front of him and staring at Richie like a deer in headlights.
“Why on Earth are you at an auto shop at 10:00a.m.?”
The boy looked extremely flustered, and while holding a donut in his mouth, just responded with “I gotta go,” as best as he could.
“Wait, what’s your name?” Richie called after him, but he was already out the front door and down the steps.
A few moments later, Bill walked in, questioning, “Why’d Eddie just run outta here like that?”
Eddie.
(Richie’s shirt)
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Le Paon makes a sentimonster who looks like Chat Noir. Adrien now struggles to take care of him and not let him get hurt like the Ladybug Sentimonster was. I GUESS CONSIDER THIS ME JUMPING ON THE CRACK ADRICHAT BECAUSE IT REALLY IS CRACK. THANKS @buggachat. interpret however you want. im going with agape love.
On the day you are made, it is discovered just how powerful sheer emotion can be. On the day Le Paon swipes her fan and the winds give rise to your form, solid and warm, Chat Noir mirrors your wide-eyed wonder.
You are shocked when his green eyes (exactly like yours) narrow with fear. A hiss escapes his bared teeth. Even his hair seems to be on end, puffing all over the place with the static arcing in the air. You think it’s sort of funny.
What is this strange ticklish feeling in your chest? It’s all bubbly. You don’t stop it as it bubbles up and escapes from your throat. Ah! It’s a laugh. You like it. It’s warm and this new existence is oh so cold.
Le Paon’s will prods at your mind. It makes your body want to leap forward. To pounce and rend Ladybug and Chat Noir into black and red ribbons.
You don’t like that.
But still you pounce because your body burns when you don’t. 
Ladybug and Chat Noir save your feather from Le Paon’s clutches. Things feel a little warmer. A little scarier because things are out of your control, still.
“What do we do with him?! I don’t...We need to find a place for him. I don’t want him to be hurt. Not like her...” Ladybug tells Chat Noir desperately, running her hands through her inky hair. You want to touch it. It looks shiny.
Chat Noir looks pained. Scared. Not distrustful, but he looks at you like he might look at a spectre. He pinches the bridge of his nose with clawed fingers just like yours.
“We have to hide him. He’s got the same powers as me and he doesn’t have a limit that we know of. And I don’t want a version of me running around Paris up to no good.”
Ladybug laughs.
“You’re usually up to no good. Would there be a difference, Kitty?”
Chat Noir pouts. You smile. You like their humor. It’s funny. You want in. You want to be included. The feather in Chat Noir’s hand is held gently. You can trust them.
“Let me stay with you Chat Noir. I promise I won’t be trouble.”
Chat Noir still looks suspicious. Ladybug sighs.
“It’s probably for the best. You said your house is really big. I don’t have that much room in my home.”
So that’s how you, the doppelganger, ends up going home with Chat Noir.
----
Chat Noir, much to your surprise, is Adrien. 
His eyes are still green, but they are no longer exactly like yours.
There’s still the same suspicion in them, but it’s softened by the worry in his eyes as you struggle to slip on the pajama set he gives you. He seems very confused that you are able to take off your suit and glove, but cannot remove your mask or ears.
“H-how...How does that work?” Adrien asks you. Plagg seems unconcerned. He’s already curled up with his cheese on a stinky sock.
Plagg simply says “magic”.
You merely accept it, like you do with everything in this new life. You hadn’t existed up until yesterday. Why question little things now?
“Don’t know.” You say blithely, wincing when you accidentally tear the sleeve of the silky pajamas with your still-sharp claws.
Adrien sighs, but he’s gentle as he extricates your fingers from the fabric and helps you slip it on over your unruly hair. He doesn’t linger. He’s very quick about it.
But you still feel the warmth of welcome in his actions, and it makes you feel at peace. The feeling curls in your chest, warm and content. You let it rise up and lift the corners of your fanged mouth into a grateful smile.
“Thanks!” 
Adrien’s smile in return is sheepish, if somewhat uncomfortable. He tucks your feather under his pillow.
“You’re going to have to stay here until we can figure out what to do with you.” He says, then frowns. “Don’t go out without me. Don’t let anyone in this house see you.”
He tosses you a pillow and a soft blanket. You have to sleep on his spare couch, but it’s warm and you are safe and free.
You have no trouble accepting those terms as you curl up sleepily. You dream of red and black ribbons and feathers floating against the stars.
-------
You break your promise. You let someone in this house see you, but to your credit, it was to save Adrien.
They’d called for Chat Noir and Ladybug. You’d watched as Plagg’s magic, sharp and hor, wrapped itself around Adrien’s form. You’d watched as he’d given you a sharp glare with those same green eyes, before leaping out his window.
He’d left the piano music playing from his phone. You’d hid in his expansive closet. But your sharp hearing catches the jingling of a door knob being shaken. 
You only think of Adrien. You think of his kindness and his gentle exasperation as he’d brought you food and showed you how to brush your hair and told you how to play a game called Brawl Bros.
You only think of Adrien when you wrap himself in one of his luxury cardigans and sit on the piano bench and set your claws on the bench. 
You catch your reflection on the shiny, black surface of the piano and nearly hiss. You will yourself to change. You will it so much that your body burns.
It burns as your ears recede and your mask disappears and your claws shrink a bit.
It is without much fanfare that Nathalie opens the door, merely sees your mop of golden hair moving over the top of the piano, and leaves. She’d bought the ruse.
You stay there a bit more, heaving a sigh of relief. When you look back at your reflection, you are shocked to see that you look a little more like Adrien...but you’re not him. Your corneas are still green. Your fangs still large and your mask has gone away, only to give way to an inky darkness that mars the space around your eyes.
Strange.
You are tired. You take your blanket and your pillow and curl up in the closet to rest. The bed is Adrien’s space. You refuse to take it, in any capacity. You are not him.
-----
When Adrien and you can finally get down the rules for your ability to change your features, he decides it’s safe to take you to school.
“So yeah. This is my British cousin from my mom’s cousin’s uncle’s side. His name’s Garfield. He’s decided to study in Paris for a year.”
Nino blinks at you. Then he blink at Adrien. Then he blinks at you once more. 
“The family resemblance is uncanny, man. Your other cousin Felix looks just the like two of you too. Daaaamn.” He finally announces. 
Adrien sighs with relief. The arm he’s slung around your shoulder relaxes.
“Hahaha. Yeaaaaah. Family genes are strong. But Garfield, meet Nino.”
“Nice to meet you, bro.” Nino says, offering his hand.
You have it. You have your own name. It makes you so incandescently happy. You feel that familiar bubbling sensation in your chest. The one you know means you want to laugh. You do not hold back. Adrien usually holds back his laughs. Tucks them into the corner of his mouth and releases a modest puff of air when around people he doesn’t feel comfortable with.
You, however, have no such compunction. You were created in Chat Noir’s image. And Chat Noir laughs freely.
So you do.
You reach forward to take Nino’s hand and shake it so hard, his headphones rattle.
Adrien looks embarrassed. Nino looks enthused. 
Your sharp hearing catches the whispers of speculation from the class. But Adrien looks relieved and he shoots you a quiet smile that says “good job.”
You are warm and content. You have two friends now.
----
Marinette makes for a wonderful, third friend. She also happens to come with a myriad of others clinging to her wake.
He can’t blame them. She’s so bright and kind, she matches Adrien well.
She takes your hand after you cut it trying to work on your physics project. She uses a pretty, embroidered handkerchief to wrap up your wound. Her blue eyes echo familiar as they peer up at you.
“Up to no good again, Garfield?” She says this, but it’s teasing. 
That echoes familiar too. Her small hands are warm. 
You’ve already decided that you like her by the time she’s done wrapping up your wound.
“I can help you with this?” She gestures towards the pile of foam blocks on your desk.  
You feel a burning on your face. Ah embarrassment. Still, laughter always feels good. So you laugh at yourself. Then you nod. 
“Yes please. I’m not all that good with this stuff.”
----
Adrien screams into his pillow.
Plagg looks a bit sad as he curls up next to his boy. You click your claws together in agitation. It seems your base form will always be of Chat Noir’s double. It’s the most comfortable way to be when you want to rest.
A lot had happened today.
You’d stayed out of the way, but your sharp ears had overheard it.
Adrien begging his father to show up for the school’s talent day. His father’s frigid dismissal. Then he’d leapt out the window leaving you behind.
He’d come back. A little angrier, a little sharper. But also resigned. Like he’d given up on something that had been making him happy.
You don’t have to ask much to gather that it is Ladybug. He’d gotten a more final answer.
“She likes someone else.”
You don’t know what to do about that. The one time you’d met Ladybug, you’d thought she was kind. A good person. Remarkable. But you’ve met plenty of kind people who are remarkable in their own way. 
Rose was remarkable when she’d made you a bracelet. Juleka when she’d done your makeup for a fun class film. Alya when she’d taken your hand and shoved an ice cream cone into it while you’d hung back from the group. Nino when he’d shown you his wonderful new remixes. Kagami when she’d arm-wrestled you and laughed as she took your arm down. Marinette was remarkable when she brought you eclairs everyday because you’d said once a while ago that you liked them.
Adrien was remarkable when he’d brushed back your tangled hair and asked you to play video games with him. Adrien when he’d shared with you his collection of favorite anime. Adrien when he let you make a mess and try on all the interesting clothes in his closet.
Adrien when he’d handed you your feather in a show of ultimate trust. He’d freed you.
Your chest feels tight? The color green comes to mind, but you don’t think much of it when you sit on the foot of his bed.
“I’m sorry. That...That sucks,” You say quietly. Which is unusual for you.
Adrien doesn’t move, but he moves to face you. HIs gaze softens with sorrow.
“There’s nothing for you to be sorry for, Garfield.”
Then you snort.
“I get it now. You named me after a fat, orange cat.”
Adrien rolls his eyes. Good. You’ve distracted him.
“An iconic orange cat.”
“I don’t eat that much!”
Adrien grabs his pillow, startling Plagg and hits you with it. You fall on the bed from the impact. The pillow over your face.
“You’re a good friend, Garfield.” He says after a moment.
 Adrien’s laughing. You’re in his space, and it’s okay. You’re his friend.
-----
Marinette likes Adrien. She’s told you this in confidence.
You don’t quite know what to say. Pain is a nasty feeling. It eats away at your chest and kinda makes you want to pounce just like Le Paon had. Pounce away from the source of the pain. Marinette is your friend. 
She cries into her hands. She’s been tired as of late. More stressed. Then she’d overheard Adrien rejecting an upperclassman’s confession.
I’m sorry. I like someone else.
She falls into your arms when you offer her a hug. 
The tight feeling in your chest returns. It’s painful, but not angry. You know it could easily become a bad thing, but your appreciation runs too deep to do so.
You keep it to yourself, but you get it. You understand Marinette. You really do.
Because Adrien is remarkable and it’s finally hit you that golden things can’t stay.
-----
You hold your feather in your hand. It’s fading.
You and you alone are responsible for this. Choice is a wonderful thing.
You take the shot for Ladybug and Chat Noir. For who you know now are Marinette and Adrien. The people who are most precious to you.
Rena Rouge shrieks behind them, just running up to catch sight of this new Sentimonster’s beam of energy piercing through you.
It was a good life. A short one, but the choice is all yours.
Because you exist. Because you feel. Because you’re you and your friend gave you a name and a home and memories worth dying for.
You feel really warm in their dual embrace. Chat Noir’s holding you. Ladybug’s stroking your hair. Rena Rouge has knelt to hold one of your clawed hands. Carapace watches, grief etched onto his face.
You suppose, you should feel grateful. Although you wish you could’ve spent a little more time with them.
Just a little more. You fade away, a “thank you” the last thing that floats from your lips like a lost feather in the breeze.
-------
You wake.
Their smiling faces greet you. Your friends.
They look a little older. A lot sharper and care worn, but their hands are warm as they stand you up in your shaky, solid form.
“H-how?” You cough out, incredulous.
Adrien laughs. Marinette looks amused.
“We made a wish. We missed you, Garfield.”
You feel that familiar bubbling feeling in your chest. You are breathless as you laugh and that laugh turns into sobs.
It hurts to feel, but it’s such a warm, comforting pain.
You’re glad of it.
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SOOOOOOO... I just wrote this in my Group Chat and someone told me to write a fanfic based on it. I'll try to keep everyone as realistic as possible, but who am I kidding, only the creator and fellow fans are the judges here. Thomas, if you happen to read this, I'm sorry if it's a little to fanfiction-y!!!!!😫😫😫😫😫
A quick diaclaimer: this is how I THINK Sanders Sides will end, like the last minute or so. Orange will not be mentioned, as he is total speculation and we haven't even met him yet I will also be leaving a character unnamed, because it feels weird to me, please don't judge😫.
With that out of the way, buckle in because it's going to be a feels roller coaster:
The sun was higher than usual during the time in year, the humidity low and heat more forgiving than usual. It was more crowded than usual, but the hustle and bustle of town goers was worth every step taken with the man beside him.
Thomas tried to hide the silly grin playing across his face, though stupid was more or less the more appropriate word.
He couldn't help himself, not when his hand was nestled in another's.
The male that strode beside him was an angel fallen from grace, as Thomas had said the day they'd met, his words as clumsy as his footing and posture in the moment.
It was fortunate that the male was single and oriented the same way as him; who knows what would've been had this man been another's, or even straight? What if he had merely faked it, an act to win Thomas's heart and expose him and call him a sinner? Or a fool? What if it was like the films and books where the character everyone had fallen in love with was ultimately too good to be true? A wolf in sheep's clothing? A snake?
Thomas snickered quietly at the memory, a simple effort to shrug off the anxiety rising in his chest. Get it together, Sanders. You two have known each other for almost a year now.
And what a quiet year it had been.
The anxiety bled into a heavy ache, pulling his lips down.
Without them.
"Thomas? Thomas?"
Thomas snapped out of his thoughts.
"S-sorry, what were we talking about?"
"Joan, remember? They're wedding to Talyn?"
Joan and Talyn.
Despite his prior experience, the ceremony had been one of celebration and excitement for all that had attended, especially Thomas, who nearly cried at the sight of his two best friends exchanging their vows and placing rings on each other's fingers.
It had been one of few times Joan was without their beanie, where they'd smiled for more than a mere joke.
It had been the few times Talyn had been so jumpy, when their eyes watered at the sight of Joan as they wept, "I do."
It had also been where Thomas had completely fallen over himself introducing himself to his now partner, to the man he loved so dearly.
"Oh, yeah," realized Thomas. "Where we met."
He hadn't meant to bring up the subject; it had been a spur of the moment, a consequence of reminiscing.
"Would you believe me if I said I almost died when I saw you?"
I don't know. I'm the one who called you an angel. "You...You did?"
"Yeah." A cat-like smile grew on the other's face. "Because you stole my heart."
A laugh rushed out of Thomas's mouth. "That is not how the joke goes!" He yipped through gasps of air and chuckles.
"I'm being dead serious, Thomas. You took my breathe away."
"In that case, I better get a place in heaven."
"Only if the man upstairs allows me, which he obviously will."
That's right, a voice called, a slight octave higher than Thomas's. You had best believe you have a spot beyond the pearly gates, kiddo.
Thomas peered over his partner's shoulder, letting his fingers slip out of the others.
There, in the dark, slightly blurred glass of the window to the store, stood a spectacled figure clad in a powder blue outfit meant more for golf than a leisurely walk, even with the grey cardigan slung over his shoulders and tied loosely around his neck, the white embroidered paws showing clear as day.
Thomas's vision blurred as his eyes began to sting.
He stood with a gentle smile on his face, proud as the father he always had been, even when it wasn't necessary. His smile widened, holding two thumbs up. Don't worry about a thing, kiddo. You're doing great!
"Thomas?"
"Coming," Thomas blurted as he rubbed his eyes and jogged to his partner. "Sorry, just saw something for a moment." Think of something, he cursed to himself. "We're almost at the restaurant, by the way."
Thomas nearly yelped when a hand pressed against his shoulder.
"This one?" The other inquired as he jerked his thumb to the building beside them.
"Wait." Thomas turned and moved two paces forward before pivoting and returning to his partner's side, gazing at the establishment. "Yep," he said with a nod. "Guess I lost track of where it was." It was further away, last time.
His partner chuckled quietly. "Come on. I need to make sure this food you're always going on about isn't another one of your jokes."
"You'll pull strings to get me in heaven, we're even," Thomas snickered back.
Not the most ideal response, as this is your fifth outing together and you keep undermining a certain feeling of affection and your potential desire to... let out how this desire is making you feel.
He didn't see in as easily as Patton, if anything he couldn't see him at all, but he heard him all the same, low and blunt as if he'd been abruptly awoken.
"You're really dead set on making me like this place, aren't you?" asked the other as the pair took theor seats.
"It's the best, guaranteed, or I'll stay here when I die, no tricks."
"Very well, Mister Sanders," his partner said with a wink.
Thomas fought a grin.
Very good. Remember, he wants to spend his leisurely time with you as much as you want to spend said time with him. Keep a healthy balance with how you talk to him, and don't get ahead of yourself with how this is going.
Got it. His eyes darted to the corner of the menu, a warped figure adjusting his tie, the blue, purple, and grey starkly contrasting the black of his short sleeved shirt. Thanks, Logan.
The ache from earlier returned, its bite harsher now.
"Thomas, what's wrong?"
"What?"
His partner leaned his elbows on the table, an eyebrow cocked upward.
Thomas bit his lip, bracing himself for inevitable interrogation. How is he this good at seeing through me?
Because you need to keep practicing, Thomas.
Thomas gulped as he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. You, too?
"You've been acting wierd since we got into town. What's wrong?" The other reached across the table and locked Thomas's fingers in his hand. "Whatever's bothering you, just tell me. I'm here for, Thomas."
The words stuck in Thomas's throat, a big lump that situated itself precisely at his Adam's apple and dug in to keep the words from pouring out.
It didn't help that a snake was whispering into his ear.
You can't tell him about us, Thomas. Joan, maybe, you've know them for years, but him? You'll be spending Christmas in a straight jacket, not his arms.
The image was vivid enough to be another of Remus's antics.
"I'm fine. Really," Thomas assured as he returned his partner's gesture, holding his hand tightly to ensure he had heard what he had said. "I've just been a little spacey, that's all."
The answer was rash at best, but it soothed the other all the same as he smiled and gave a nod. "If you say so."
Happy, Janus?
Are you happy, Thomas?
Thomas bit his tongue.
He wasn't happy with lying to his friend, his most trusted confidant, but it was better he didn't know about the personified aspects that had aided Thomas through his worst moments and made his best moments even better.
Thomas barely read the menu, the words blurry and dazed.
Was it possible to miss people so much when they hardly existed in the first place? A book or movie, maybe, but even those were different.
Their names and faces flashed through Thomas's mind.
Patton.
Stop it, he snapped to himself.
Logan.
Stop.
His eyes stung once more, urging him to turn away and unwittingly meet a harsher sight:
Across the street, a gentle smirk across his face as he sauntered down the sidewalk, long hair flowing behind him in a stream of brown-black.
The salt on the wound was his paramour, a bleached blonde with crimnson lips and magenta tinted eyelids, her cheeks artificially flushed rouge. Her outfit was typical for the warm weather, even if it was still indecent. Denim shorts, a crop top, and a pair of beach scandals.
She clung to his arm like he was a purse, her laugh high and screechy.
Don't look, a voice cautioned. Turn around.
It was hard to obey the third voice; the sight was like a knife to the back.
If this was Shakespeare's Julius Caesar, this was the moment the emperor was stabbed in the back.
Look away, the third voice demanded, growling like a lion or any other ferocious beast. You're hurting yourself more, now look away!
"Thomas?"
Don't look, Thomas willed. Please don't look. Just keep walking.
His eyes left the woman's, his smile dropped, the carefree bravado had fallen away like grains of sand in water.
The lump in Thomas's throat swelled further as his cheeks became heated and wet.
Run.
"I-I'm sorry," Thomas choked. "I need to-to go to the bathroom!"
His feet moved faster than his mind, more nimbly than he thought, stepping passed any waitors, waitresses, and other customers to the bathroom.
Why now!? Thomas cursed as he leaned against the sink. Of all times you could've come back, why right now!?
Because he's getting a little freaked out, don't you think?
Thomas nearly drove his fist into the mirror, if only to avoid having to look at himself or the him donned in black and purple with half mooned shadows under his eyes, the shade matching the outfit.
I don't want to scare you or anything, but-
"SHUT UP!" Thomas roared as he clutched his head. "SHUT UP, DAMN IT!"
Half of him prayed no one would entered, but the other begged for his partner, begged for the other to hold him close and not let go.
He quickly turned the sink on, throwing water on his face.
"I was having a good day, too. How can it get worse?" Thomas muttered as he let the water drip off his face and hair.
His question was answered when the door slammed open and his partner rushed in.
The clouds opened up and God said, "I hate you, Thomas Sanders."
"Just shut up," Thomas wept as quietly as he could.
"Thomas, stop lying. Tell me what's wrong."
The words caught in his throat once more, only strained syllables barely escaping his lips. "I-...I-"
The other pulled Thomas off the sink and held him at arm's length by his flushed face, now soaked with tears and tap water.
"Thomas, please. You mean worlds to me and I cannot see you beat yourself up over something. Tell me what's going on, and tell the truth."
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sunny1ace · 4 years
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Fix You- Part 3.1 of the FamAU
Characters: Logan Sanders, Patton Hart
Summary: Logan Sanders fell in love with Patton Hart at precisely 5:37pm on a Thursday evening. 
Words: 3000
Warnings: Self doubt, I think that’s all, let me know if I should add another!
A/N: Here we go folks, time to actually get into the story! This part will have five chapters in total, hope you like it!
Taglist (let me know if I should add you): @espepspes @kaileah-kat @i-need-you-buddy
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Logan Sanders fell in love with Patton Hart at precisely 5:37pm on a Thursday evening. 
He’d been ranting about nebulas for ten minutes and seventeen seconds when his face started to heat up. He was talking too much, as usual. 
His mouth had snapped shut as he waited for Patton’s sigh of relief that never came. 
“So does that mean new stars are born in graveyards?” Patton asked instead, eyes wide as he propped his head in his hands. 
Logan opened his mouth to launch into another long explanation and then caught himself for the second time. “It takes quite a while to explain. I’m sure there are other things you’d rather do.”
Patton had tilted his head, blinking blankly back at Logan. He didn’t even understand what Logan was getting at. “I like listening to you though.”
“You do?”
Then, Patton had smiled in that way he does, where his eyes crinkle and his cheeks turn pink. “I could listen for hours.”
“I see.”
“Besides, the universe is cool! It connects us all! And it’s comforting to know that no matter where you are, you can always look at the same constellation as the person you love.” 
That was the turning point for Logan, the point where he realized that his brain may only hold enough information to talk for a few days about facts without a break, but he could talk about Patton for the rest of his life and never run out of things to say. 
At precisely 2:48 on a Tuesday morning, nearly two years later, Logan Sanders is still in love with Patton Hart. 
He flops back onto his bed and groans loudly to his empty dorm room, turning his head to the side to look at his previous roommates vacant bed. 
The college senior was a few years older than Logan, always going out to party and coming in late smelling like alcohol and sweat. 
Logan disliked him for the majority of their time living together, but on his last day, the man had shaken Logan’s hand and told him thank you, and that he’d never have made it without Logan helping him study. 
It’s odd how one never really sees their impact on people until they’re told to their face.
Now though, the man he can’t even remember the name of is gone, just like Logan will be soon. 
People are graduating, and graduating means leaving, and leaving means that-
Well, leaving means that Patton might never know what Logan wants to tell him. 
He’d had a plan he wrote the second he got his hands on a notebook after he realized his predicament. 
His ‘Three Hundred and Three Step Plan to Confess to Patton Hart’. 
The thing is, he’s only on step one hundred. It would be impossible to finish before the week is up, and the two friends part ways. 
It wasn’t as if he hadn’t been trying, he just didn’t think it would be so hard. For instance, step thirty in itself took him four weeks to complete, just because Patton’s favorite flower changed almost every day!
That and… he couldn’t even look at the list for almost six months after he made it.
In his excitement and panic, he hadn’t actually taken time to think about what being in love meant.
It had actually been Patton who’d referred him to a therapist. It took them eight months until Logan could say “I’m gay” without going into a panic attack.
Now, he can say it easily, but it doesn’t matter much when he can’t say it to the person he wants to.
“This is ridiculous,” he mutters. 
Sitting up, he slides his glasses back onto his face and lets out an even breath. He has to think logically. 
Except there isn’t anything remotely logical about love. 
At least not that he’s aware of. 
Patton would know.
Logan groans again and drops his head in his hands. He is not asking for love advice from the person he is in love with.
The voice in his head tells him to go to sleep, and he glances at his alarm clock. It’s nearly three am. Logan has spent almost all night up thinking about love, of all things. 
Any other night he would get up to do work, might as well if he can’t sleep, Patton Would hand him a coffee and a bagel in the morning and tell him to stop working so hard, but he unfortunately doesn’t have any work to do. 
Graduation is in a week. 
Now he’s back to where he started. 
“This isn’t healthy,” he says to the empty room. 
Perhaps if he went for a walk it would clear his head?
Debating the dangers of a small town college campus at three am, Logan nods and climbs out of bed. 
He busies himself getting dressed, pulling on a polo and picking out a tie. He used to despise the outfit, even though he never wore anything else. 
It’s what they made him. Gray and uninteresting. 
“I got a little brain design embroidered on it! Now it’s unique and all your style!”
Patton really does know how to make someone comfortable. 
Now, the outfit doesn’t make him hate himself, but it’s still not so over the top to bring up past issues. 
The real question is, how could one not love Patton?
Logan almost trips on his carpet. 
Who could not love Patton?
He isn’t even sure someone else doesn’t! He doesn’t know if Patton is in love with someone else! He’s pretty sure he’s not dating at least, Patton tends to share every minute of his day with Logan. 
If he was dating someone, Logan would know. 
Theoretically. 
For the dozenth time that night, Logan takes a deep breath and tells himself to calm down. He’s just sleep deprived is all. 
Sleep deprivation is clinically proven to mess with one’s functionality and thought process. 
Pulling on his last shoe, Logan opens his door quietly, his keys tucked in his palm. 
There’s a soft ball of fabric that rubs up against his wrist when he holds his keys in such a way. It’s a stimulant comfort, and though he won’t admit it, it holds emotional value as well. 
Patton had bought him the soft keychain on a trip to an observatory with his astronomy class. It was in some rundown gas station that Logan can’t remember the name of. 
The more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that most things he has an emotional attachment to has come from Patton. 
The air outside is still and warm, May turning to June with longer days, greener leaves, and the feeling of dread that comes with leaving school. 
Every step on the concrete clicks, breaking the silence in the sleeping campus. 
One step, click, another, click, on and on and on again until Logan has completely lost track of where he’s going. 
He’s just walking as the thoughts whirl in his head, in and out with every steady breath. 
Logan has always meditated best during walks. 
Minutes turn into hours, and he finds himself circling around the entire campus, finally stopping back where he started from. 
Just at that moment, his phone buzzes, sounding the alarm that it’s time to start walking to history. 
The alarm is actually twenty minutes ahead of time, but he’s set it just right to where if he leaves within five minutes, he’ll be able to cross paths with Patton on the others way to animal science. 
Patton usually leaves early to get coffee for his professor, and Logan tags along. 
It’s his favorite fifteen minutes out of every Tuesday. 
So Logan turns again, and with sore feet he hadn’t realized were sore until now, he starts walking. 
He makes it halfway there before a shout sounds behind him and Logan slows but doesn’t stop, keeping up his facade. 
“Hey Logan!” Patton exclaims happily. He steps up to Logan and bumps their hips together, Patton’s equivalent of a nonintrusive hug. “How are you?”
Logan nods and adjusts his glasses. “I am well.”
“You sure? You’re looking a little tired.”
“That would be because I am.” Logan sends a small smile towards his friend. “Not to worry, one bad night of sleep won’t stop me from functioning properly.”
Patton giggles and nods, walking along with Logan. His steps are wide, occasionally veering to one side or speeding up to step over a crack in the sidewalk. 
Logan’s are stiff and long, but he walks just a little slower so Patton can keep up. 
“How are you, Patton?”
Looking up from the ladybug he’d been watching, Patton’s face breaks into a grin. “I’m awesome! On the way here I saw a woodpecker!”
“Considering where we are,” Logan starts as he slows his pace even more to accommodate Patton, “It’s more likely you saw a Northern Flicker. They do look quite alike.”
Patton wiggles his eyebrows. “Do you want to see my impression of a Northern Flicker?”
At Logan’s nod he flicks his fingers out in front of him, grinning at Logan with a glint in his eye. 
“I don’t see how that resembles a bir- oh. Oh because you’re flicking to the North- that’s- that’s completely awful.”
“You love me,” Patton coos, batting his eyelashes. 
More than he knows. 
“Do you have lunch plans today?”
Patton reties his cardigan and shakes his head, “Nope! None.”
“Neither do I.”
There’s a painstaking silence for a few yards and then Logan clears his throat. “Would you like to attend lunch together?”
“Yeah!” Patton clasps his hands behind him as he walks and scrunches his nose to keep his glasses from sliding off. “We’ve been friends long enough that you don’t have to ask anymore, Lo.”
Logan just about falls over. 
Stopping off at the coffee shop, Logan pulls the door open for Patton, then stays behind him as he makes his way through the small shop, smiling and waving at almost everyone inside. 
Logan learned a long time ago to let Patton do almost all of the actual socializing in social situations. His charisma and naturally kind face just makes it easier for him. 
Most people already know Patton, addressing him by name or waving shyly. 
There are basically two options after meeting Patton, like him, or adore him. 
Logan has found the majority pick the latter. 
“Hey Patt!” Calls a young person making their way out the door.
“Eliot! Hey!” Patton waves excitedly. “How’d the English final go?”
“Aced it!”
“Aw kiddo! I knew you could do it!”
Blushing a little at the praise, Eliot snorts. “Getting coffee for Professor Aldridge again?”
“You bet!” Patton responds with an achingly bright smile. 
The student laughs and shakes their head. “Man, if I didn’t know you any better, I’d say you’re a suck up!”
They leave with their friend after that, and Logan leans over to speak in a low voice to Patton. “If they did know you any better, they’d know you are, in fact, a suck up.”
Patton gasps and pushes Logan’s arm lightly. “Am not! I just like doing nice things for people… and if it happens to make some professors more inclined to give me extensions more often… that’s pretty neat!”
“I’m fairly certain that’s the definition of a suck up.”
“Coffee, Lo?”
Logan chuckles. “Buying me something to get out of a conversation? That’s a bribe. Which is a crime in some states.”
“I guess that makes me a criminal,” Patton starts, getting that glint in his eye that always comes with a pun, “criminally-“
“Black coffee if you don’t mind,” Logan interrupts. 
Patton pays for the order with a cheery tone, turning down Logan’s offer to pay for it. “I dragged you here anyway!” He says. 
“On the contrary. You didn’t drag me anywhere.”
Smile softening into something that -well, for lack of proper vocabulary- figuratively makes Logan’s heart melt, Patton nods. “No, I guess I didn’t.”
The two start back on their way to their respective classes, and Logan counts the steps until they have to part ways. 
“Are you nervous about leaving school?” Patton asks after a few seconds of comfortable silence, broken only by Patton blowing on his hot chocolate. 
Logan doesn’t say anything as he takes a sip of his coffee, pretending not to be startled by the heat in his throat, he turns the question over in his head to try and figure it out. Is he nervous about leaving?
Or nervous about leaving Patton?
“I’m nervous,” Patton plows on, not minding Logan’s silence. “After this it’s just us against the world, you know? The future we’ve been preparing for since preschool is finally here and… I’m not ready at all.”
Looking at Patton in surprise, Logan frowns. “You aren’t ready? Are you alright?”
Patton shuffles his feet for a few steps, widening his smile. “Of course I’m alright! Just a little apprehensive is all.”
“Patton..” Logan slows and lightly bumps his hip into his friends, “you can talk to me.”
“I know I can!” Patton wiggles his eyebrows, “What? Have I been speaking gibberish?”
“Ah. Humor to cope. Why am I not surprised.”
“Well aren’t you feisty today!”
“It must be due to the-“
“Like a cat.”
“-lack of sleep last night.”
“Because cats are feisty.”
Logan adjusts his glasses with a sigh. “Yes. I understood, I merely refrained from commenting on the unnecessary joke.”
“Jokes are never unnecessary!” Patton protests, and it’s then Logan realizes he’s successfully changed the subject. 
“If you don’t wish to tell me what’s troubling you, you don’t have to,” Logan says quietly. 
Patton stalls. “It’s not that! I trust you Lo!” He bites his lip and then shrugs. “I’m just in a funk! I’ll be back to normal me any minute!”
“Patton-“
Already turning towards his own class, Patton waves, “I’ll see you at lunch!”
Logan sighs and gives a small wave, “Have a satisfactory day Patton, I’ll see you at lunch.”
“Don’t forget how incredible you are!” Patton calls out, the routine end to all their conversations. 
Routine. 
Constant. 
That’s what Patton is. 
Everything about him is constant, and when one loses their constant…
They tend to fall apart. 
Logan spends his entire class period rewriting his plan to confess to Patton. 
Right now, he’s not exactly making good progress. If he wants to finish before they split ways, he needs to revise it. 
The professor drones on about graduation, the same speech Logan’s heard in every class for the last week. 
A few of the students cry, some hug. 
Considering what kept him up all night, he’s a hypocrite for finding all the emotions icky, but he can’t help it. 
He pulls out a notebook from his bag and flips to a blank page. At the top, in bold letters he writes “Confess To Patton”, under that, he writes “Step One”. His pen stops moving.
“Fuck,” He mouths, surprising himself with the out of character swear word. The thing is, he has no idea how to do this. 
To the side of him, a girl snorts and then nods at him, giving him a look that Logan has come to translate as ‘me too’. 
The girl has been sitting next to him the entire term, and when Logan found out she was deaf, he’d started helping translate what she can’t read off the professors lips. 
Patton says it’s very kind, Logan tells him it’s common decency. 
Smiling tightly at her, he turns back to his thoughts and falls back on the only thing that’s never failed him, Logan pulls out his phone to do some research.
‘How to tell someone you have feelings for them- WikiHow’
It’s not like he has much dignity anyway. He clicks on the article, reading the first few steps.
‘Consider your chances,’ Logan reads silently, then drops his head forward onto the desk, propping his chin on his arms. “Fuck,” he repeats.
The girl snorts again and passes him a chocolate bar with a sympathetic smile. 
Humans are confusing.
Trying to mimic what Patton would do, Logan pockets the candy and signs thank you. 
The girl grins and signs you’re welcome back. 
Pen poised over his paper, Logan treads on, reading every step carefully and critically before switching to another site and reading that one too. Afer a good half lecture of reading, he sets his phone down and starts making a list of his own.
Step One: Find out if he’s interested in anyone else
Step Two: Analyze body language
Step Three: Talk to his friends
Step four: Ask him to lunch
Step Five: Dress nicely
Step six: Convey attraction
As an afterthought he adds: Step Seven: Work damage control
Now he has a list. Logan has always believed starting with a list is the most efficient way to get things done. Now all he has to do is convert it into an hour by hour, day by day schedule for the last week they have until graduation.
That, and actually follow the schedule.
It really can’t be that hard.
Right?
The professor dismisses the class, reminding them that this is the last class of his for this term, or forever if they’re graduating. 
Movement out of the corner of his eye makes Logan look down. The deaf girl writes a quick note on his paper, signs a heart and then picks up her bag to leave. 
“Believe in yourself! You’ll do great! You always do.”
Logan decides he doesn’t mind the clutter on his paper this one time. He goes to sign his thanks, and realizes she’s already gone. 
For some reason, his chest aches knowing he’ll probably never see her again. 
Maybe Patton is rubbing off on him, making every human interaction mean more than they did before college. 
Although, nothing really meant anything before college. 
Packing up his own stuff, Logan sets his jaw, the girls written words running through his mind. 
He can do this.
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