#and they’ll go back to the dinner table with seb’s hand on his lower back when he’s ready

[cielizzydefencesquad]

*big puppy eyes* nooo, it’s not obnoxious at all! :3 I absolutely love it. Pwetty pwease, share more if you want. I cry why is this the best AU I have ever read. ;-; I’m so happy thank u. Here’s an anime I recommend because I love this parental shit: Hinamatsuri. I laughed and I cried and it has the same kind of vibe. A father learning how to be a dad.

In which Single Mum Seb has to learn how to cook because RC is sick of eating takeout and misses the homemade meals Mama Rachel used to cook so he throws a tantrum until Sebastian gives in, takes the kids to Whole Foods with the intent of buying pasta and sauce but as soon as the kids enter the beautifully overpriced supermarket, chaos erupts.

Finny wants to buy apple blossom seeds even though Sebastian’s all “Finnian J. Phantomhive we did not come to Whole Foods to purchase gardening supplies so you put those $14 seeds down now because I am not shelling out double digits for crap you can find in the middle of the forest.”

To which Finny replies (with big ole eyes): “You said a bad word.”

Erstwhile RC is throwing everything he can get into the shopping cart because he’s a rational kid and doesn’t know when they’ll ever venture out into society again. (“Is Uncle Sebastian a hermit? Does he ever go out?” RC rolled his eyes. “No wonder he’s such a freak, he doesn’t know how to interact with people.”)

But the thing is, RC’s only like 9 so all the foods he’s throwing in are totally random and he’s not the least bit concerned with what’s in and out of season. Right now it’s July but RC’s chucking in spring apricots, cherries, lychee, fall apples and gooseberries, winter plums, autumn persimmons—just everything he finds aesthetically appealing really.

And when Sebastian and Finny walk back to the cart (with Finny holding not one packet of seeds but five because after Sebastian started swearing, the mothers started gasping and pretty soon Seb’s wallet was $70 lighter), Sebastian nearly has a conniption because what the fuck are those things??

To which RC is all “they’re called lychee, Uncle Sebastian.” With his face all smug and pretty while Sebastian is all “I am not feeding three kids under the age of twelve fruit that’s covered in prickly shell shit” but realizes he’s gotta censor himself so he tries to reason with RC but hello, RC’s a Phantomhive.

This is followed by a disgruntled Seb making the worst deal of his life. “Put the lychee back and I’ll let you get strawberries” (but he low-key forgets that RC doesn’t do anything by halves so they buy like 7 cartons of that damn red fruit before Sebastian’s ready to call it quits until he notices Younger Bro Phantomhive has all but vanished)

After three minutes of frantic sprinting about the store, Seb & co find OC with his face pressed against the cake display glass before he turns around, eyes hopeful and asking “pleeeease Uncle Sebastian? Can’t we get just one little cake?”

And Sebastian’s all “Absolutely not.” (Because now he’s using Parenting Book Code #1, never let your kids eat sweets before dinner.)

But OC’s got those luminous sapphire eyes and his lower lip starts to wobble and he’s all “I haven’t had chocolate cake since…since before then.” With a pained expression and his little hands pressed against his heart and even the freaking bakery lady is tearing up but Sebastian is all “I am not about to get conned three times” but at the same time, he can’t just let a 9 year old burst into tears at Whole Foods of all places.

So what does he do?

He actually…behaves like a parent.

Sebastian kneels down (with RC and Finny watching his every move) and going “How about this, instead of cake we can make chocolate fondue. Your brother bought quite a few strawberries and with fondue you don’t even have to use a plate and fork.”

But OC’s still upset and Sebastian is becoming more and more uncomfortable as everyone continues to stare at him like he’s the devil incarnate.

So he goes for broke.

“Do you remember that story Charlie and the Chocolate Factory?”

OC nods silently.

“And the chocolate river Mr. Wonka had in his factory? Making fondue would be quite similar to having a chocolate river at home. You can dip anything you’d like into it. Strawberries, cherries—and we can even make different kinds. I remember Vincent telling me you were fond of chocolate, isn’t that right?”

The wobble in OC’s lip is gone and his wide sapphire eyes begin to gleam with excitement as he peeks over Sebastian’s shoulder to see RC and Finny, both thoroughly entranced with Sebastian’s words.

“What do you say?” Sebastian prompts.

(Which is pretty much how Sebastian’s kitchen table gets ruined beyond repair from chocolate stains and his poor, unfortunate assistant finds himself rushing between LA and NYC picking up a new carpet and towels for his very irritated—if somewhat amused—boss.)

I want to see a sitcom of this omg 

Sebastian + 3 kids + supermarket shenanigans XD 

Once again, thank you so much for allowing me to ramble Anon! (＾▽＾)

- mod Nina 

#single mum seb #AKA: sebastian vs the supermarket #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #our!ciel #real!ciel #finny #black butler #kuroshitsuji #mod Nina #replies #bless you anon for letting me spew all my mumbastian feels on here XD

[harper-clarington]

U Is Smart, U is gay, U is important || hsquared

Where: Pop’s When: Wednesday, November 28 Warnings: overconsumption of milkshakes, a gay in denial, harper being a manipulative demon Word Count: 4,494 words

Harper in italics, @northsidehunter​ in bold

Harper was tired of her twin evading the truth about what was going on with him and Sebastian. What part of no secrets was difficult for him to understand? In the back of her mind, she acknowledged that she was also keeping a secret when it came to her...encounter with Roman Lynn in his room. But that was different. She wasn't hiding anything. If he asked she'd be honest...but she'd been a darling sister and cleaned up the evidence so it's not like there was anything to worry about anyways. The real focus here was her brother and the fact that watching him and Sebastian dance around each other was exhausting. That was why she'd managed to coax him into going out to Pop's for a milkshake and some good ol' fashioned twin talk. And now they were sitting in a cozy booth in the corner of the diner, across from each other and far away from everyone else that they wouldn't be overheard, and Harper was going to wring the truth out of him if it was the last thing she did. "So.....big brother, how have you been?"

Hunter made a mental note to himself to strangle the hell out of Sebastian for drunkenly slipping the truth of their little .. thing -- he most definitely wasn't prepared to speak up, even to Harper, especially since it has only been a couple of days since their first fuck. There were still other unspoken feelings that he wanted to address -- not to Sebastian, but to himself. He should have seen it coming when Harper cornered him in the hallways, asking (begging) to accompany her to Pop's. Hunter could never say no to Harper, really, even though he had an unsettling hunch at the back of his mind that Harper wanted more than just a milkshake. She knew, he could see it, and she wanted details -- but he still found himself lying (evading, mostly) at every question she threw him.

Hunter leans back against his seat, his eyes on the glass of milkshake they were currently sharing. "Good." He answers simply, his face straight. To be honest, he had no idea why he was keeping this facade up -- Harper was his wombmate, they told each other everything, but for some unknown reason, the topic of Sebastian was something Hunter was .. Hesitant on opening up about. "You?"

Harper raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment for the time being. Getting information out of her brother was sometimes a slow and calculated game, one that she was well-versed in by now. You couldn't force things out of Hunter — he was too stubborn for that.  So Harper was going to go for slow and steady until Hunter cracked. "I am....as well as can be expected considering everything with Bri," she said, honestly. It was true. Her best friend's disappearance was weighing on her, but she'd been trying her best to drown it out with shopping and fucking and anything else she could do to get her mind off it. 

 She leaned forward and took a sip of their shared milkshake, before pulling back and putting her chin on her hand. "Can I please get a little more than 'Good'," she asked, sweetly. "We spent nine months in a womb together and you're really going to talk to me like we're complete strangers? I'm kind of hurt, Hunt, not going to lie."

His eyes dart back up to her, and he nods solemnly. Sebrina and Harper were close — just as close as he and Sebastian were; even though she refused to show it, Hunter knew that she wasn’t taking the news well. 

 He stays silent, the gears in his brain turning and whirring to formulate a response that didn’t sound too guilty or suspicious. “I have an essay due by Friday,” he starts with a smile, taking a sip after Harper. “1000 words, and I’m only half-way finished.” This definitely wasn’t the answer Harper wanted, but hell — Hunter didn’t care.

Harper nodded, reaching out to grab the cherry off the top of their milkshake. She popped it into her mouth and sucked on the fruit, waiting to see if Hunter planned on elaborating. It didn't seem likely so she swallowed and then fixed him with an unimpressed stare. 

"1000 words is really not that bad," she insisted. "You've got plenty of time. What's it about?" She murmured, deciding to let Hunter think he'd knocked her off his tail. She'd return to Sebastian when the time was right. He'd told her the truth after all, so she had their texts as a trump card if it really came down to it.

Hunter kept his eyes fixated on the glass, absentmindedly stabbing the thick concoction, “A Tale of Two Cities — we have to summarize it. I’ve finished reading it a couple of nights ago, I suppose I’d be able to finish the whole thing by tonight.” 

 The topic about Sebastian seemed to have dissipated, but Hunter kept his guard up. Harper wasn’t going to give up this easily; she was a Clarington, after all.

Harper hummed in acknowledgement. "Dickens isn't too bad. Let me know if you need a second pair of eyes. I'm happy to read it over."  She reached out to grab her brother's wrist, stilling his hand on the straw, and shot him an amused smirk. "Is there a particular reason you're attempting to murder a perfectly good milkshake?  Has the dairy done something to offend you somehow?" 

 She withdrew her hand and drew a heart on the condensation on their milkshake glass instead as she considered her brother's tense posture. This whole thing was really bothering him, it seemed. She just couldn't understand why he wouldn't talk about it so that she could help.

Hunter smiles, pleased. “I’ll hand it to you after dinner, then.” He was about to take another sip, when Harper’s hand takes his, and he looks up at his sister with an unreadable expression. He hadn’t even realized it. She was clearly trying to draw a specific answer out of him, but Hunter will not budge. “The consistency is thicker than usual,” he shrugs, “I’m not a fan of it.”

Harper nodded, perfectly happy to help Hunter out with his assignments if he needed her to. She furrowed her brow and took another sip. The milkshake tasted perfectly fine to her, just the same as their usual Pop's fare. "If it's bothering you that much, we can tell them. I'm sure they'll make as another," she replied, already raising her arm to flag down some of the waitstaff.

Hunter gently pulls her arm down with a shake of his head, “You don’t have to,” he says, “It’s just a milkshake. I wouldn’t want them to go out of their way to make us another one, I can live with this.” He stirs the milkshake a little more with his straw, before sipping again, just to prove a point.

Harper sighed, shaking her head but lowering her head. "Alright, alright, if you say so," she muttered. She leaned down and took a sip out of her straw as well. "It tastes fine to me though." 

 She tilted her head to the side, smiling softly. "You know Blaine right? Blaine Anderson. Wears bowties and always has too much gel in his hair?" Hunter’s head perks up at that, and he nods, a little confused at the quick subject change. “Yeah,” he answers, slowly, dropping his straw back into the glass. “I’ve talked to him a couple of times. What’s up with Blaine?”

Harper shrugged, smiling into their shake. "Oh, nothing. He's just really sweet, that's all. I kind of want to get to know him better," she let the sentence drag out for a second, absently stirring the milkshake between them.  "I think Sebastian likes him so I figured I'd make an effort."

Hunter almost freezes, and his eyes widen slightly as a nasty, unfamiliar feeling settled in his chest. He chews down his bottom lip, leaning down to take another sip of their milkshake — a long, dragging sip, a shitty attempt to freeze his brain. “That’s good, Blaine’s nice,” he said, hating the way the words choked out of his mouth. Harper steamrolled on, eyes fixed on Hunter's face. "Yeah...I mean Seb's been flirting with him but he flirts with everyone so it's kind of hard to tell if it's going to go anywhere," she murmured. "But I mean it'd also be a nice change of pace for him to be committed for once. I think Blaine'd be good for him," she said, waving her hand as she spoke. “Of course Sebastian flirts with everyone, it’s in his nature,” Hunter snaps, taking his straw and hastily swirling the shake, “Good for him if he decides to settle down — Blaine’s sweet, I can’t imagine anybody else perfect for Sebastian.” His tone was slightly hostile, but his words were true, somewhat, because Blaine was, indeed, a genuinely nice person. If Sebastian liked him, then good.

Harper raised an eyebrow, hiding her smile behind her hand at Hunter's tone. She knew she was pushing a lot of her brother's buttons, so ideally he'd fess up soon. But Harper was patient, she would wring what she wanted out of him. "I mean...I don't know if I'd say perfect, that's kind of a big jump. But they'd certainly be cute, don't you think?"

Taking a deep breath, Hunter sets his straw down, leaning back against his seat. He absolutely hated the thought of Sebastian and Blaine together, however cute they may be. “Harper, do I look like I give a shit? They can — go fuck, or whatever, I don’t care. Sebastian can do what he wants.”

Harper raised her hands in a placating gesture, looking down at the table. "Cool your jets, Hunter. I was just making small talk about our good friend," she said. "If there's something else you'd rather talk about, go right ahead, or you can just continue to attempt to burn a hole through the table with the sheer force of your glare."

“I’m not glaring,” he forces a smile, “I’m happy, see? I’m happy for Sebastian and Blaine.” He falls into silence for a couple of moments, trying to calm the bubbling feeling of contempt in his stomach — he and Sebastian weren’t exclusive fuckbuddies, and Sebastian had every right to sleep with whoever he wanted, but how come he was so against the idea of Sebastian dating?

Harper snorted. "You look ecstatic," she snarked. "Again, I don't think there's anything to be happy for yet, but I mean, like you said it doesn't matter either way," she mused. "We should find dates too though...it'd be fun to go on like a triple date or something...ooooh, we could go bowling! That's fun with more people." She pulled out her phone and opened up a text, with no intention of actually sending it. "I'm gonna ask Blaine if he likes bowling."

Hunter reached out in an attempt to snatch Harper’s phone, “No, what the fuck — stop that. I hate bowling.” It was a lame excuse, because Hunter was pretty good at bowling, but he’d rather not go on a triple date; six people was a crowd, and Hunter hated crowds. Yes, that was it. “You’re not dragging me into this.”

Harper giggled and raised her arms over her head and away from her brother, still tapping away. "You're coming. We can do something else. Maybe a movie? I really want to see Bohemian Rhapsody? Or something you'd rather do?" She sent the text, making sure the volume on her phone was on and Hunter could hear the sound, even if she wasn't actually sending it to any real number.

"I have far more important shit to do," Hunter says quickly, looking up at her phone helplessly. "Or, we could go together, just the two of us. Sebastian and Blaine don't have to come with us," although his tone had slightly turned sour at the mention of their names, Hunter nods approvingly at his own suggestion. "Twin bonding. How's that sound?"

Harper shook her head, scrunching her nose up and sliding her phone back into her pocket. “No, that’d be mean. Sebastian’s our friend and he needs us right now with everything going on with Bri. Besides we twin bond all the time. Hell we’re doing it now.” She waved her hand between them to emphasize her point. “I don’t understand. You’re usually more then down to hang out with Sebastian and you just said you like Blaine so what’s the problem?”

Letting out a sigh, Hunter's eyes dejectedly dart back up to meet Harper's. "It's just -- God, fine, what do you want to hear?" This conversation clearly wasn't going anywhere, and Harper's questions about Sebastian and Blaine were really fucking annoying.

Harper rolled her eyes. "I want to hear the truth. From you." She fiddled with the straw, fixing her brother with a glare. "This line of conversation is clearly bothering you. And as you probably know, Sebastian told me you two finally consummated your years of sexual tension so I don't know why you're being so cagey instead of just talking to me."

Hunter was back to swirling the milkshake, avoiding Harper’s gaze. It wasn’t bothering him, not at all. “It’s not,” he voices out his thoughts, sounding a little too petulant for his liking. Harper caught him — he can’t really lie to Harper anymore; not when she knows about his little hookup with Sebastian. “It’s weird,” he says, taking another sip of his milkshake, “It’s Sebastian. My best friend.”

Harper stilled his hand on the milkshake again, and instead pulled it down to the table so that she could lace their fingers, hoping the movement would ground him. "What's weird? That we're talking about Sebastian dating someone else or that the two of you hooked up?"

Hunter pauses, Harper’s question weighing down on him; what was weird? Hooking up with Sebastian wasn’t weird — in fact, it was almost natural, ”I — I don’t know,” he says, completely at a loss.

Harper tilted her head, rubbing her thumb over the top of Hunter's hand comfortably. "Well...what was it about this whole thing that made you so hesitant to talk to me about it in the first place?" She pursed her lips, trying not to feel offended since she knew Hunter was working through his own stuff. "We're usually so forthcoming with one another." “It’s Sebastian,” he says again, as if that was enough of an explanation for Harper. “He’s .. Different, I don’t know — we’ve known each other since we were babies, it’s..” He stops, “I don’t know.” He huffs out a frustrated sigh, “I’m sorry, I — it just felt like I had to keep .. This to myself until I’ve straightened my thoughts out.”

Harper shook her head, smiling gently at her twin. "Don't be sorry, Hunt. I just want what's best for you and if that's Sebastian, I'm happy for you," she explained. She withdrew her hand, not wanting to overwhelm him. "Can I be very blunt or is that going to scare you off?"

He manages a smile back, grateful for his little sister’s support. “It’s hard admitting it, you know? You’re the first person I’ve told — even though Sebastian doesn’t seem to have a problem announcing it to the world.” Hunter braces himself for the worst. “No, I’d rather you tell me straight-up. What is it?”

Harper snorted. "I mean has he ever been subtle about anything ever?" She wondered aloud.  She shot her brother a sympathetic smile. "I'm just going to give you my thoughts, and they might help you straighten yours out and they might not." She took a breath. "I really don't think this is just a fuck or a friends with benefits situation for you...yeah you've known Seb since we were all dorky infants, but that's not why this is all..." she waved her hand in the air abstractly. "...confusing. I just think you're finally opening the floodgates to a lot of feelings you've both been fighting for some inane reason and it's overwhelming you. Is that right at all or do I need to fuck off?"

Unbeknownst to himself, a small, fond grin makes its way across his face, and he looks down at his milkshake, looking almost shy, “He could have tried — Sebastian said he’d keep quiet about it, but I should have known better.” He was grazing his thumb across the back of Harper’s wrist, which had stopped the moment his sister’s words came crashing down on him, like a pile of bricks. “I..” The words get caught in his throat, and he huffs out a disbelieving laugh. “Feelings. The last time I’ve talked about my feelings was when I broke up with Natalie.” Harper shook her head, sympathetically patting him on the arm. "I still don't understand the decisions that went into that when both of you are still in town, but that's neither here nor there," she muttered, taking another sip of the shake, frowning as she noticed they were nearing the bottom. "I think that's your problem. You should talk about them more. It'll get that constipated look off your face," she joked. "So," she waved her hand in the air again. "How do you feel when you're with Bas?"

"That's a talk for another time, I suppose." Hunter squints. He'd rather not think about Natalie as of the moment -- they, too, had fallen in a similar arrangement, despite having ended their relationship on ..  Emotional terms. "Constipated. Really." Hunter scrunches his nose, a little offended, but Harper wasn't the only person who had told him that. "With Sebastian? Happy." That was one way to put it -- he could elaborate; he might, if Harper asked, but he was one hundred percent sure that he wouldn't be able to shut up if he did so. "Do you want to order another milkshake, Harp? The chocolate-flavoured one?"

Harper nodded, it wasn't the time to talk about that relationship now. Though it might be if Natalie and Sebastian didn't stop trying to maim each other over social media, another talk about her brother getting his beaus under control might be necessary. "Yes. You look like something very unpleasant is lodged up your ass," she snorted, before finishing off the milkshake. "Chocolate would be nice," she replied, before turning back to the topic at hand. His feelings. "What kind of happy? Same kind of happy you feel with me?" She prodded.

After calling a waitress over to order a glass of chocolate milkshake, Hunter found himself instinctively shaking his head at Harper's question with a laugh, "No, it's .. Different.. He's different. It's hard to explain." He reaches out for Harper's hand again, taking it and squeezing it. "Don't get the wrong idea, I love you; you're still my number one. Sebastian -- is Sebastian." He waves his other hand vaguely, trying to get his point across.

Harper shot him a broad smile, happy at the reassurance even though she hadn't been worried about that for even a second. "Duh, I better be," she joked, squeezing his hand back. "But try — to explain, I mean. Sebastian being Sebastian to you means something different than it does to me," she explained. "To me, he's a friend, an ex-dance partner, a karaoke duet king and the best person to gossip with. What's he to you?" What was Sebastian to him? A good fuck -- no, he was more than that. They had set some ground rules, though, they had promised each other to keep things between them strictly platonic, feelings-wise. "He's my best friend. A person I can blindly trust." Hunter grins, "He's egotistical, quite a handful when intoxicated, and is ridiculously high-maintenance, but.." His features soften, "I like .. Maintaining him, if that makes any sense."

Harper wondered in Hunter realized the literal hearteyes he was making at the moment but she thought it best not to mention it. Instead she tried for another angle. "Is...do you want to be the only person maintaining him? I mean you didn't seem very happy about the idea of Blaine doing the same when I mentioned it to you earlier," she explained, just as the waitress placed a new milkshake in front of them.

His jaw tightens at the mention of Blaine, “Maybe .. Maybe I was just being selfish,” Hunter answered slowly, though it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself, rather than Harper. He takes a small sip of the chocolate milkshake. “Blaine — Blaine’s great. He’s a great guy. Nice, patient, intelligent, fun to talk to. They’d be good together.” Harper didn’t miss her brother tensing up all over again, so she tread carefully. “I don’t think it’s selfish to want to have someone to yourself if they’re ok with it too,” she said, running her finger along the top of her straw. “Blaine is great. You’re naming all sorts of characteristics that are lovely but I don’t know if you...are being totally truthful here.”

"I'm being truthful about Blaine," he retorts -- it was true, Hunter genuinely liked Blaine. It was the thought of Sebastian and Blaine dating that put him off. He looks up at Harper, face hesitant. "Does -- does Sebastian actually like Blaine?" He asked tentatively, "He .. Never brought it up. Not that he has an obligation to."

Harper reached over to squeeze Hunter's hand again, intertwining their fingers. "I don't actually think he wants to date him or anything...just that he's cute," she said softly. "Seb's not exactly the commitment type, is he?" For some reason, Harper's consoling words didn't help. "Yeah -- yeah," he huffs out a humourless laugh, "He's not. Neither am I." A lie. He'd dated Natalie for 2 years. "Which, you know, is a good thing, because it makes things less .. Complicated."

Harper rolled her eyes. Hunter had such a tendency to not really see himself for who he really was at all. "You dated Nat for like two years," she pointed out, leaning in to take a sip of their shake. "It's not really complicated. Either you're two bros helping each other out or it's more than that and you should re-evaluate whether this whole thing is going to end up hurting someone or not."

Hunter chews down on his bottom lip, "I -- whatever." Natalie was the longest relationship he's ever had, and admittedly, there were times where he missed her, fleeting moments where he wanted her back, but Hunter wasn't one to impulsively act out on his emotions. "Sebastian and I have already talked about it. We .. Won't let it jeopardize our friendship. You could say that we're just 'bros helping each other out'," he says with a shrug, "That's that. I guess."

Harper reached out to poke her brother in the cheek, shaking her head at his naivety. "Listen, I don't mean to be the person that poked holes in well-laid plans but you guys can 'talk' all you want, but if someone is or does catch feelings that all spirals. And if feelings are involved, it's better to be honest about them sooner rather than later. That's how you preserve the friendship."

Resisting the urge to swat Harper's hand away in a fit of petty annoyance, Hunter leans back against his seat, his face twisted in a small frown. "That won't be a problem," Hunter said, faltering a bit and he immediately hated the uncertainty that laced his voice. "Because feelings aren't involved. He's -- he's my best friend. Sure, we've crossed a boundary, and there's no going back, but.. There's .. Nothing to worry about."

Harper sighed. There was only so much prodding a sister could do without outright spelling things out for her brother and she was worried if she did, he'd have a fit, so she erred on the side of caution. "If you say so, brother dearest. I'd just be careful if I were you." She took another sip of the shake. "Anyways, if this is all fine and dandy, I still don't understand why you tried so hard not to tell me. I'm your sister not your  warden. W're supposed to talk to each other about stuff." "Because it's weird," Hunter protested, "It's Sebastian," he says again, as it that explanation in itself would help Harper comprehend the complexity of the situation. He leans close, taking a long sip of the chocolate shake, "I know. I'll -- be more open about .. Him. This whole situation in general, even though there's nothing much to talk about. He's just my best friend. Whom I find attractive."

Harper shrugged, not particularly convinced. “I mean he is attractive. But anyways, if you do feel like the situation is spiralling, I am here for you, you know? Through anything. Even the weirdness.” She reaches out to squeeze Hunter’s hand again. “But really there’s no need to worry about him dating anyone else, if you ask me.”

He shoots her a small, grateful smile, squeezing her hand back. “Thank you,” he says sincerely. “It’s — I don’t know why it’s frustrating me so much, trying to .. Wrap my head around this.” His brows furrow, “Also, I’m not worried about him dating anyone.” "It's not something you need to figure out right now or even today. But it's something you should probably try to work out eventually, either with my help or on your own. It'll give you some sort of peace of mind and it'll help you navigate your arrangement with him better," she suggested, releasing his hand after one last squeeze. "Okay, Hunter," she replied, not convinced in the slightest but not wanting to cause a fight.

His frown only deepens a little at her dubious tone, but he doesn’t say anything else. He takes one last sip of the shake, before drawing back. “We should get going, unless you’d want to stay for a third glass?” He teases with a grin, “Though, you’re going to need to wear yourself to a shadow dancing the calories off.”

Harper scrunched up her face, offended. "I dance away enough calories for a day of indulgence, thank you," she muttered. "But yes, let's go. The rabble are starting to trickle in." She nodded her head to one of the other tables — it had been empty before they got there but was now brimming with South Siders.

“Of course, just don’t get carried away.” After waving the waitress over and paying for the milkshakes, Hunter slides out of the booth, wrapping a protective arm around Harper as he glanced at the rowdy group in distaste, “Dregs,” he said simply with a shake of his head, stepping out of the diner and walking back to his car.

#para #hunter

[chyteawrites]

Just Us

Summary: A kid free night? What?! Sebastian’s planned a date night. The first one since Genevieve and Aiden have come to live with our lovebirds. A sweet mix of angst, fluff, and smut. 

“Seb, are you sure about this?” I asked nervously as my husband drove to my sister’s house. The children weren’t paying attention to us as they sat in the back seat.

“Rin, you and I haven’t been on date since the kids came to live with us. And this was Charlie’s idea." Sebastian chuckled, lacing his fingers with mine.

“I hope they’ll be okay.” I murmured and looked at them in the rearview mirror.

“They’ll be fine, regina mea. They love their Aunt Charlie. Isn’t that right, guys?” Sebastian exclaimed, receiving a yell of affirmation from the backseat. We pulled up to Charlie’s and grabbed the kids’ bags out of the trunk. They ran up to the door and took my twin into a hug.

“Hello, my dears!” She shouted and lead them into the house, ushering Sebastian and myself in after them.

“Aunt Charlie, will you pleeeeease tell mom she and dad need a night to themselves? Mom is so worried about us all the time.” I heard my daughter whisper as she looked over her shoulder to me. I saw Charlie nod and then stand up to come over to me.

“There’s nothing to worry about, sis. I’ve got pizza coming and we’re having a movie night. And ice cream. I won’t let anything happen to them, I promise.” She assured me and gave me a tight hug. I nodded hesitantly before looking to Genevieve and Aiden.

“Come on. Come give us hugs.” I whispered and waved them over. I held back tears as I hugged and kissed them before they went to Sebastian and ran to the living room. Sebastian walked over to my sister and brother-in-law and hugged them.

“Thank you guys. I really do appreciate this.” He told them as I watched my daughter and son play with their cousins. I was in a trance until a strong hand rested on the exposed skin of my lower back, sending a shudder through my body.

“Come on, doll. We’ll be late for dinner.” Sebastian whispered in my ear and kissed my neck. “They’ll be okay. And Charlie promised to call if anything happens.” He added as I rested my head on his shoulder.

“Alright. Just please be patient with me, Sebastian.” I murmured and grabbed his hand. I rushed out the door before I could change my mind and Sebastian helped me into the car. I stared out the window as my husband started to drive.

“So, we’re going to dinner and I booked a hotel room for us.” He tried to make conversation, but my mind wandered.

“Why won’t you let me have my phone?” I asked and looked at him with a pout.

“Because tonight is about us. You and me. The kids are fine with your sister. We haven’t had a night to ourselves in a few months and I need my wife. I need you tonight.” He explained and rested his hand on my leg. I looked up and saw tears forming in his eyes.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m so sorry. I love you.” I whispered and wiped one of the falling tears.

“I love you too, iubită. Now, let’s focus on us. And how absolutely stunning you look tonight.” He cooed and pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant.

“I don’t look that nice.” I murmured as Sebastian helped me out of the car. He let me walk in front of him and I heard him whisper under his breath.

“You look perfect.” Those three little words turned my worrying and paranoid mind to one of focus. On him.

“You really think I look good?” I asked with a smirk. He caught up with me and wrapped his arm around my waist, kissing my neck with a giggle.

“More beautiful than the day I met you.” He purred as we walked into the restaurant. The waiter showed us our table and smiled as he brought us our wine.

“I love you, Sebastian.” I cooed before taking a sip.

“I love you too, Corinne.” He whispered and kissed the top of my hand before ordering his food. I ordered mine and smiled at my husband. We ate dinner and drank our wine, laughing and telling stories.

“Hey, baby. I think we should go ahead and pay.” I told him, watching him over my wine glass.

“Oh really? And why do you say that?” He asked, looking at me with a mischievous glimmer in his eye and a raised eyebrow. He knew what that look did to me.

“You know exactly why, you little shit.” I mumbled and winked at him. I leaned in and hovered my lips above his. “I want you.” I whispered against his lips.

“I want you too.” He replied, his voice low and husky, the taste of wine still on his lips. I sat back down as he waved the waiter over and paid. The waiter brought his card back and Sebastian grabbed my hand, leading me out to the car.

I followed him, giggling as I grabbed his ass. Sebastian looked over his shoulder and winked with that toothy grin that always sent my heart flipping.

“You’re such a naughty girl sometimes.” He whispered in my ear before helping me into the car. He leaned down and hovered his lips above mine.

“But you love me.” I giggled and kissed him. He pulled away and smirked before getting into the car. His fingers traced over the exposed skin of my thigh as he drove. I leaned my head against the seat and looked at him with a look of pure desire as heat rushed to my core.

Sebastian pulled into the parking lot of the hotel down the street from the restaurant and helped me out of the car. He lead me inside and checked us in, his smile wide as the lady at the front desk looked us over. She handed us the key cards and he pulled me into the elevator.

“You’re so beautiful.” He crooned and kissed me, my body between his and the wall. The elevator stopped on our floor. He pulled us into the room, my body pinned against the door the second it was closed. His mouth attacked mine and I let out a moan.

“Fuck, Rin.” He panted as he pressed his body against mine and kissed my neck.

“Seb.” I moaned as I tried my best to unbutton his dress shirt under his tie.

“I love you, printesă.” He whispered. He started bunching up the bottom of my dress and his hand went between my legs.

“I love you too.” I heaved, my body shaking from his touch.

“No panties? My, you are rotten. And oh, so wet for me, îngerul.” Sebastian purred and kissed me. His fingers slid into my folds and his teeth nipped my lips. I let out a throaty groan and rolled my hips against his hand.

“Papi chulo.” I mewled against his lips. His eyes went grey and he pulled his fingers away.

“Open.” He commanded in a husky tone, bringing his fingers to my lips. I opened my mouth and he pressed his fingers against my tongue and the taste of my juices hit me. “Suck.” He murmured in my ear. I obeyed, his dominant tone and lustful eyes making me more than willing to play this game with him. I licked and sucked his fingers clean, moaning around them.

“Sebastian. Please.” I whimpered, my body arching closer to his. My body shook as he turned me around and unzipped my dress. I pressed my hands against the door and he wrapped a hand in my hair. I felt my head pull back and let out a yelp as he nipped my neck. All I could focus on was how naked I was against his clothes and I felt his hips grind against my ass, his erection pressing against me.

“Do you want it, printesă?” He whispered in my ear before biting and sucking at my neck again.

“Please.” I croaked out, my hands pressed to the door. I felt his lips curl into a smile and he swept me off my feet to carry me to the bed.

“Come on, pisoi.” He whispered and kissed my cheek as he sat me down on the bed with a sweet yet dominant smile. He looked over my body with nothing but lust in his eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He whispered against my lips. One of his hands rested against my center and the other hand wrapped around my neck.

“Seb.” I heaved. My body leaned closer to his and I knew I would be sore by night’s end.

“What is it, printesă? I know you’re ready for me.” He growled, his grip on my neck tightening slightly. “Before I give my girl what she so desperately needs, you need to promise me you’ll tell me if I hurt you in any way.” He told me quietly and kissed me gently.

“I promise.” I whispered and pressed my forehead against his. “I trust you, baby. And I love you.” I added with a smile.

“I love you too.” Sebastian crooned and kissed my forehead. “I love you so much. I missed our little games.” He purred before pushing me back onto the bed and flipping me over.

“Ooof.” I heaved on the impact. Suddenly, a warm hand made contact with the bare flesh of my bottom, eliciting a yelp as a sting ran through me.

“Ass up, beautiful.” He commanded. The sound of his belt and zipper making me hesitant to obey. I bit my lip and yelped again as his hand smacked my other cheek. “I didn’t stutter, printesă.” He leaned down and bit my ear, pressing his body against mine.

“Now, ass up and be a good girl for me.” He growled and pulled away. I lifted my hips off the bed and wiggled my ass for him.

“Fuck me.” I was so close to begging. I rarely ever liked it when he acted like this, but he went about it in a way I couldn’t resist.

“Not yet, beautiful.” He whispered, his hands grabbing at my stinging ass. I let out a whine as his cock pressed against my leg, my body arching as his hands roamed down my back.

“Sebastian, please.” I pleaded. As soon as the words left my lips, I felt one of his strong hands wrap in my hair and my body jerked upright. I couldn’t hold back the scream as he tugged my hair, the pained sounds quickly turning to moans as his teeth nipped my neck.

“Fuck, you’re shaking, my love. How bad do you want me?” Sebastian purred, his breath hot and coating my skin. I winced as he pulled my hair again, his manhood pressing against me. “Answer me, îngerul.” He groaned.

“I don’t want you. I need you, you asshole.” My voice sounded stronger than I felt and we both knew it. He knew it was both. He knew what he was doing to me. His free hand wrapped around my neck and applied pressure as his other hand pulled my hair harder, straining the roots. The pain that rushed through me only succeeded in making me want him even more.

“Maybe I should gag your mouth. Keep you from talking to me like that.” He purred before throwing me back onto the bed. I gasped for air, my eyes glancing over my shoulder to see my husband fisting his length and biting his bottom lip.

“You want it, don’t you?” He teased. He took a step closer and ran the tip over my clit, that Chesire Cat smile showing how much enjoyed me like this.

“God, please just fuck me, Sebastian!” I cried out and whined. He wrapped his hand in my hair again and his other hand pulled my hip as he slammed into me. My hands gripped the sheets as my body found a rhythm with his.

The way he moaned as he thrusted faster and harder made my head spin. My back arched and my breasts danced against the sheets, his hands keeping me steady.

“Oh fuck!” Sebastian cried out, ecstasy and pleasure in his voice. All I could focus on was his skin against mine. His hand tangled in my hair. Him.

“Seb.” I heaved. My body shook as I moved my hips in time with his.

“I need to see you come undone for me.” He leaned in and whispered in a husky tone before pulling out of me. My body collapsed and he grabbed my ankles, flipping me over onto my back. I looked up at him and my eyes reflected his. Nothing but pure lust and desire.

“Sebastian, please.” I whined and spread my legs open. He stepped between them and grabbed my thighs.

“Say it again. Use your favorite nickname.” He commanded. Dominant looked so fucking good on him.

“Papi chulo. Please.” He had me begging for him. Begging. I never begged. I looked up at him and licked my lips just as he thrusted into me. He let out a low, throaty groan as I took him again, his body trembling against mine.

“I love it when you moan like that for me.” He growled and pounded into me faster. The sheets in my hand served as a barrier for my nails and my body arched off the bed, my core twisting and my moans growing louder.

“I-I-I’m…” I panted, the words on my lips, unable to leave them. I shook, trying to hold back my impending climax. His thrusts became thoughtless, fast, and erratic. He was almost there.

“I know. You’re so close, beautiful. Tell me how bad you want to cum for me, my princess.” Sebastian purred and my body reacted as he spoke. “Come on, regina mea.” He added in a whisper.

“Sebastian, please. I can’t…” I whimpered and writhed against him.

“Do it. Come on, baby.” He murmured. My heart pounded in my ears as he kept thrusting into me, my body arching off the bed. I could barely feel as my darling husband stilled and filled me to the brim, his own moans mixing with mine.

He pulled away from me and kissed me gently, my body a heaving mess on the bed. I heard him walk away as my heartbeat slowed and my blurry vision cleared. I felt a warm washcloth start cleaning me up and smiled, absolutely mesmerized by how he could go from domineering and devilish to tender and gentle in such a short time frame.

“I love you.” I muttered as he threw the washcloth into the bathroom and climbed into the bed with me.

“I love you too, darling.” He crooned, his arms wrapping around me. He laid his head on my chest and I ran my fingers through his hair, smiling at the purr-like sound rumbling through his body.

“What brought all that on?” I whispered.

“I honestly don’t know. I think it was a mix of lust, love, and need. I needed you so badly and I’m so madly in love with you that I just wanted to fuck you senseless.” He answered and looked up at me with those steel blue eyes. Home.

“I think I needed it.” I chuckled and kissed his forehead. “You called me something tonight that you’ve never called me before.” I looked at him curiously and ran my hand over his back.

“You mean ‘pisoi’? It means ‘kitten’. For some reason, I’ve always wanted to call you that. But it’s not very fitting for you.” He explained with a smile. “You’re too fierce and rotten to be a kitten. I think I should stick with what I’ve always called you.” He told me sweetly and kissed me.

“I like those better too.” I admitted with a cheeky grin. He laughed as he reached over and grabbed his phone, his lock screen illuminating his face. A picture he took of me and the kids at the park. My heart suddenly panged when I saw their faces.

“I know, iubită. I’m about to call your sister. She didn’t call, so that means nothing happened.” Sebastian whispered and sat beside me on the bed. He put the phone on speaker so I could hear as my sister answered the phone.

“If I didn’t know why you were calling, I’d probably think you were drunk dialing me.” Charlie laughed.

“Haha, real funny, sis. How were they?” Sebastian joked back and looked at me with a smile.

“They were absolute angels. They’re asleep now. Aiden loves Brady and Genevieve took to Emmalyn.” Charlie answered and I could hear her shuffling the kitchen. “Are you two having fun?” She asked. I could hear the mischief in my twin sister’s voice and smiled.

“We are. And we might have a little more fun.” Seb answered and looked over to me with a smirk and a wink.

“Well, don’t let me stop you from having a kid free night. Make sure she gets some rest though.” She chuckled and hung up.

“See? Nothing to worry about, regina mea.” He crooned and kissed me after setting his phone on the bedside table.

“You were right. I love you.” I whispered against his lips.

“I love you too, Rin.” He murmured and kissed me again. Each time his lips pressed to mine, the kiss become more passionate until I was straddling his legs.

“All mine.” I cooed and buried my head in his neck.

“All yours.” He whispered and held me close. His body against mine was all I needed.

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a year without two | alyssa nova 

a total plagiarism but it's gross o'clock in the morning and i woke up from a dream that I don't recall so don't bother asking and i'm still bitter so here have corresponding diary entries to go with the excerpts from the worst year of andrew nova’s life: a saga

fall

I thought he couldn't sink any lower but then the sun is coming up and his frown is going further down. Annie was a lying ass bitch, the sun ain't coming out tomorrow. Or the next day. Or any day until Bianca's home. 

I remember what he was like when he lost her--Adriana. When he lost Adriana. We hadn't been extremely close at that point but we'd been close enough to where I could see that the needle in his compass had been snapped off and buried with the love of his life. He was devastated and for awhile, I wasn't even sure if Bianca would be enough to save him from his grief, his anger. He still has little reminders of her around, I don't know if he knows I know but I've seen the painting she never got to finish in storage. She definitely had talent. And she definitely knew where her life was supposed to be going judging by the signature on a corner in the back. Adriana Nova. Sometimes I wonder if there's days where he might love the memory of her more than he loves the reality of me but, that's probably just Aly de Luca talking, right? Anyway, I’m getting sidetracked. I've got to get dinner on the table. 

Scarlett can't sit still for the life of her. It took me two hours to get her hair into the Leia buns. TWO HOURS. if I'd known she would be so bouncy in every aspect of her life I would have never signed her up for those gymnastic classes. She was headed to yet another Star Wars marathon at Mason's and said she loved whenever her big sister would wear her hair like that, did I have time to do hers? It's funny, isn't it? Scarlett asking someone if they have time for something. I didn't actually but I made the time. When it's her doing the asking, you find yourself creating all the time in the world for that beautiful soul. I cried once she was gone on her way. I remember the first time I had to fix Bianca's Leia buns when she was a kid, Drew couldn't do it to save his life, bless his heart. 

He was young but I was younger. He was a father at sixteen years old, stumbling his way through it all like a blind man in a maze. He had no clue how to be a father and I only knew how to be a friend but just like him, I learned too. I learned how to swaddle Bianca just the way she liked to stop her fussing. I learned the best place to test a bottles temperature and I learned all about the horrors of changing a diaper when Drew just couldn't shoulder every waking moment on his own anymore. I spent some nights there, looking back I'm shocked my parents let me but I guess they trusted Drew or at least remembered what being younger parents was like? Or maybe they knew there was no stopping me. I fell asleep in school a few times, cried in my car before leaving where he was living at the time because I was just so damn tired but also so inexplicably sad for him. He couldn't do it on his own yet he had no choice. I was just a kid landing a hand, being there when he needed to vent out the anger that was lashing in everyone's direction, when he needed to yell, when he needed to be silent. When he needed to cry and the very almost non-existent rare times when I could pull a smile or a laugh from the broken boy. I was just a kid, shouldering grief far beyond my years in order to help him cope with his. I was falling in love with a guy who loved a ghost. Some days I wanted to remember my age, remember the youth I could be celebrating and dropping away from him, protecting myself from the hurt that was surely going to come from crushing on someone so broken. Someone who would vow that he was ever going to love again, that it was just going to be him and Bianca. But I didn't. Because I was going to be the person who reminded him that it didn't need to be that way as long as he had friends, had help. When he lost Adriana, he lost whatever sliver of innocence he had left but maybe when I gave him mine, he was able to reclaim enough of his own to battle back. I'd do it again, even if it didn't lead to us one day becoming more than we were those nights Bianca wouldn't sleep. I'd do it because the world couldn't bare to lose a man like he would become when he learned how to be a father.

Rhys was out, Scarlett was out, it was just us here tonight. It was supposed to be a date night but once Good Will Hunting played, his attention seemed elsewhere for the rest of the night. Now, I'm in bed and his study door is closed. I'm living with a man haunted by a ghost again. 

He's never going to stop beating himself up. 

winter

It's Christmas and all I want to do is cry. I miss my daughter.

I wish he would just go talk to her. Tell her that he knows what she's going through. That he's felt the same bitter bite of betrayal that she has. I wish she would talk to him. Hear him out. I wish I could go back and know what was going on. Know she was falling in love and know Andrew had that kid marked for death. Retribution never seemed so ugly before. 

 Mason and Wyatt's heads are actually officially empty. It's confirmed. 

Some days I'm so angry at him I want to scream. Some days I'm so upset with her for leaving and staying gone this long I want to give up hope. Can anyone blame me? But he's still my husband, love of my life. And she's still my daughter.

Part of me wants to remind him how old she is, where we were each at her age. But that's not going to do me any favors or him any good. Sure, I also want her home with us again, I miss having her around. She's one of my best friends. And sure, this storm has me worried about her and Marisol but...god, is a little baby it's cold outside loving really so out of the question???????

He talked about Seb today. About how he's become just like him and how he hopes it's not going to stay so bad between them forever like it was with him and his father. His anger with Seb would probably have been marked on his headstone had Seb not taken care of his own arrangements years and years prior. I hope so too. I hope they can work this out. I want my family back. I want his good days to stick around longer. 

 spring

I'm such a fucking idiot. My entire body aches. Who tries to tackle the tending of an entire garden all in one go? This dumbass. God, I never had to pee so bad before and I ended up failing as a mother and a wife when Rhys ordered takeout because I hadn't come in and it didn't look like I ever would. But I bet I'm going to have a boss garden this year so, they'll live the one day I didn't supermom it.

 I have no idea what came over him or where his mind had been today but good god that was some great sex. 

 What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?.....

Happy Birthday. I hope someone remembered your favorite cake. 

summer 

It's like Drew knows something. Nothing is off per-say but it seems like something is heavy on his mind, a burden he's not letting me share and it’s not everything going on with Bianca. He’s been okay lately, everything’s been smooth but now, I don’t know. I know there's stuff he sometimes doesn't want to talk about and he tries to shield me from aspects of his job but I just hate seeing his shoulders and mind heavy.

Rhys made a face today that made him look exactly like Ted. It gets hard sometimes without Bee around because it's harder to remember how despite their birth parents, im her mother and Ted Roman has nothing to do with Andrew and my son. No Roman ever will, not while I'm alive.

I wanted to call Bianca a few times today, see if she wants to at least meet up somewhere. Maybe do lunch, get out together and just catch up. I see her at times but..it almost feels wrong, seeing her without Drew. It’s not fair to him and I hate feeling like I’m doing something horrid behind his back when all I’m doing is seeing my daughter. I can’t take much more of this. Something needs to give. I didn’t call. I just texted her a few funny photos of Scarlett. I know she loves having ammo again her little big sister.

Rhys is pulling away. I think it’s just his age, he doesn’t want to live under mom and dad anymore but I also feel like it might have something to do with his charade of a relationship with Liv. I think it’s starting to become more real than fake to him, when did that start? How did I miss the twinkling in his eye as he’s realizing he’s crushing on someone important? And Scarlett, she’s been seeing Elijah and I didn’t even know. We used to joke about boys together, me and my two girls. Cries of mom stop when I’d talk about their father, giggles in one of their bedrooms late into the night as we talked like girlfriends do. Me and my two best friends. God, I’ve been so focused on Andrew lately that my kids have reached that final stage in life where Mom is just...well, their mother. I think they don’t need me anymore, I checked out on them a little too much to be their friend. I wish Bianca was here. She would drag all of us out to mini-golf, make us watch some lame movies from their childhoods when we got back in. Fight with Scarlett over the last slice of pizza and nearly get a concussion in the process. I need my girl. My first girl, my baby girl who raised me as much as I helped Drew figure out how to raise her until Mason took over and I drifted out for a bit. I just need my daughter back. My happy little family. Back to the days where it was just Scarlett that was hard to find around the house. Please, someone give me back my family.

When you’re bitter over your youngest child’s incredible success because the anniversary of it just reminds you that your family has been shattered for nearly a year now. I’m sorry Scar. I wish I could have been more enthused as you roped us into rewatching the games. I just...I can’t face another year without Bianca around the house, getting into everything and ragging on her siblings. I just can’t. And I don’t think Drew can either. It’ll kill him.

Andrew and Rhys are going to London and he’s barred me from this trip. We haven’t been on a vacation in what feels like forever but I’m not going to push it. He’s so on edge lately, stressed out. I’ll let him go work and then maybe I can coax him into a holiday together. Just the two of us. I’ll promise to bring that swimsuit of mine he likes the best. And just give him that knowing wink when he says he doesn’t have a favorite swimsuit of mine. Just me and him. Like when we’d sneak kisses in the kitchen while Bianca and Rhys slept and Mason was banished over to Gia’s. At least throughout all this, even on the bad days, my husband still had a little love somewhere for me. Even when I’d turn my back on him in anger, he’d still lay there in bed next to me, an arm ready to hold me in close when I finally forgave him and rolled towards him. He’s going to London and maybe it’s better I don’t go there, I’ve always been hesitant in the past about it anyways. I’ll be waiting for him when he gets home. Because I’m Alyssa Nova, Andrew Nova’s wife. Mother to three kids, no matter how many live under the roof right now, I’ll always be that. 

Bianca’s coming over while he’s gone. I think I need to finally do something about this all. I know what has to be done. I know what I need to do. I have to risk Andrew being upset with me but I just...this needs to end.