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geminidentitycrisis · 3 years

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The Scent of Leather and Hairspray

Present Mic/Hizashi Yamada x F!reader ONESHOT

(WARNINGS! - swearing)

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Sooooooo, I have a new favorite Pro, I guess haha

I hope you enjoy, and if you're underage, pretend you're older because I get it, I'd be Hot For Teacher too, but he's not a pedo sorry......

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You sighed as, upon exiting the store where you just purchased a frozen drink, the men you passed to enter that store started catcalling you. Just what you needed at the end of a rough day...

"Hey Honey, you'd be cuter if you smiled...!"

"Don't listen to that shit, babygirl, you're sexy as hell, c'mere and hang out a while...?"

Ignoring them the best you could, you kept walking, but they didn't take that very well. "You think you're too good for us, that it, stuck up bitch? Where you think you're goin'?"

You could hear their footsteps approaching behind you and turned to face them after sipping from your drink.

"Guys, please, I've had a hell of a day today and my quirk would probably scar you both for life and what do you say we just don't do this, huh?"

They exchanged glances before fixing you with threatening glares. "You think you're tough, babygirl? We'll see how tough you are when we get through teaching you some respect..." the first one said.

"HEY!"

A voice called from behind you and suddenly an arm was draped gently around your neck. You froze, being caught off guard tended to prompt a panic response when you were so tired.

You smelled leather and an overwhelming scent of hairspray.

"What's the trouble, my homies? Pretty sure ya heard the lady, she ain't jammin' to the vibe ya layin' down, ya dig? Beat it."

Heart skipping a beat or two, your eyes grew wide and a blush flooded your cheeks. "That voice...?!"

You whipped your head up to see the one and only Present Mic.

"Ah! I knew it! I knew I recognized your voice, I catch your radio show every day! You're the Sound Hero, Present Mic!" he flashed a grin down at you, winking.

"Oooh, you've got good ears, Listener! Thanks for Hypin' me up like that! Always great ta meet a FAAAN!" he responded in his commentator voice.

One of your would be tormentors interrupted angrily. "Hey, peacock head, why don't you mind your business?"

"PEACOCK...?! You boys best get ta steppin', aight?! Don't make me beat you up in fronta this pretty girl!" he replied in annoyance after his attention was so aggressively stolen from you.

The blush came back in full force and you couldn't contain a dreamy sigh as your lashes fluttered, eyes lidding contentedly now that you felt safe again.

*he said I was pretty~!* you thought.

"You believe this banana hair lookin' motherfucker? You're about to get your ass whooped, fruity!" the other threatened.

"Hey bro, watch your language! There's a lady here!" with the arm around your shoulders, Mic carefully raised it and guided you behind himself as the two started walking towards you both.

"Enough..."

Another voice came suddenly from the other side of the parking lot and everyone, with the exception of the blonde who was guarding you, turned to see Eraserhead.

Suddenly these jerks weren't so confident.

"Get lost, both of you, and go straight home or I'll bring the two of you in right now for loitering and harassment." he said calmly but with deep authority.

Mic crossed his arms, glaring at the duo as they ran off after a mere moment of hesitation, his cheeks puffed out slightly. "What a couple creepozoids! You okay, Pussy Cat...?" he quickly spun around to check you out, striking a dramatic pose while pointing at you, the trademark grin already back in place.

You smiled up at him with admiration sparkling in your eyes, clasping the cup you held in both hands and tight to your chest, stepping closer to him.

"Yes, thanks to you! You're my Hero~!"

Mic felt his own chest swell with pride a bit, the grin on his face getting bigger as he relaxed his stance and shoved his hands in his jacket pockets.

Usually by now the damsel has already flung herself on Aizawa, but not only were you praising him, you recognized him from just his voice and he was impressed at that.

"I can't believe I was just rescued by my favorite Pro, I am your #1 fan! Please, are you patrolling the city tonight? Please let me buy you a coffee or tea or something?? Just as a thank you...?"

Hizashi laughed rather loudly, one hand emerging from his pocket to be placed over his chest.

"HAHA! Aaaww, how can I say NO when you ask so sweetly?! Coffee sounds like a rockin' idea right about now!"

"Ugh, we don't have time for this, Mic..." Eraserhead complained tiredly.

Eyes rolling in exasperation, the blonde groaned twice as loud. "ugGHHH!! Don't be such a buzzkill, yo! I'll get you one, too, just chill!" with that, he trailed after you back into the store.

You watched as he doctored up the coffee you poured for him, blushing again when he threw a hint of a smirk your way, using the tip of his finger to lift the gold tinted shades he wore and showing you his emerald green eyes. "Don't worry, I'll pay for my boring friend..."

Smiling, you bounced on your heels. "Damn right you will, I'm not HIS fangirl, after all..."

This promoted a slight blush to his face, but he maintained that knockout grin. "Ha! Well, good thing his best friend is here at least, lucky for him I tagged along tonight, huh??"

"Lucky for both of us..." came your soft reply from over your shoulder as you turned to walk away, your hips swaying temptingly had definitely not escaped his notice.

He followed you to the checkout counter and placed some money beside yours, his ungloved fingertips brushing against your own when he does. Leaning down closer to you, he cocked his head, pushing his shades down his nose this time and raising a brow.

"Does my #1 fan have a name...?"

Your smile bloomed again, blushing up at him. "It's _______...but I might prefer you calling me Pussy Cat...~"

Saying that last bit, you applied a sensual undertone which he picked up on instantly, making his blush spread over his face and grow darker as he chuckled in amusement.

When you guys walked out the door, you noticed Eraserhead seemed really annoyed but tried to ignore him, looking up at the Voice Hero hopefully.

"Listen, I know you're both busy, but if you have just one more second to spare, I can't tell you how much it would mean to me if I could get your autograph..."

Looking away awkwardly, he made a pained expression. "Aw, man, I dunno, we are kinda in a hurry here and stuff..."

You felt your heart sinking when he startled you with another loud laugh. "Hahaha, gotcha! JK! Of course I will, I ain't gonna leave ya hangin' like that, no way, that ain't my STYYYYYYYYLLLE!"

Giddy with excitement, you let out a tiny squeal, quickly fishing out a small notebook and pen from your purse as he set the cups down. When you handed it to him, his fingers brushed yours again, making you bite tenderly at your bottom lip.

They were so warm and soft...

He had started to whistle a cheerful little tune as he spun the pen between his fingers before starting to write in your book, it took longer than you expected, clearly longer than Eraser expected, too.

"Say goodbye to the girl, Mic, it's time to keep moving!" he didn't yell, exactly, too lazy, but he had raised his voice since last.

"YEAH, YEAH, I HEARD YA!!! Gimme a sec, ALRIGHT?!" the volume of the blonde's reply actually made your eardrums flinch and quiver this time, but you smiled anyway as he defended you again.

"There ya go! And hey, just to spite my buddy over there, I wouldn't mind walkin' ya home ta make sure ya get there safe."

The blush came right back, clutching the book to your heart, you gave a weak smile. "No, no, it's okay, really...I took up too much of your time already, and I only live around the corner from here..."

Eyes closing momentarily while you gathered yourself, you took a deep breath before confessing. "...I cannot express how grateful I am for you...not just for saving me tonight, but also for your talk show, hearing your voice over the radio gives me strength and motivation every week...it means the world to me...thank you..."

Beckoning him by flexing a finger, you stood on your tiptoes and pressed a sweet kiss against his cheek when he leaned in curiously.

Eyes widening, his whole face became scarlet red and his grin stretched from ear to ear. "AW, YEAH!"

He jumped, pumping his fists in the air and then proceeded to shoot you with his finger guns while winking again. "Listen, I dropped my digits on that piece'a paper ya got there, Shawty...hit me up sometime if ya wanna chill! I'm down for whatever!"

You were caught off guard by that and checked the page he signed for you, finally reading what he wrote down as he rambled on as background noise about how he wasn't a creep like those other guys and you could say no without worrying about him making a scene, he just had to shoot his shot, I mean you DID kiss ME first ya know...

"For my #1 fan, _______...Thanks for the coffee and stay outta trouble! ...and maybe call or shoot a txt, if your feelin' this funky vibe, too? Live loud, Pussy Cat ;) don't ever let anyone try an put the mute on ya! XOXOX PRESENT MIC!!!"

Followed by his phone number, and there were little hearts drawn around the page.

You were already blushing when he surprised you again by returning your gesture and swooping in to plant a kiss on your cheek this time.

Reaching up to touch the spot, you smiled up at him shyly. "I can't wait...please be safe out there..."

"You got it! SEE YA SOON!" The Pro nodded vigorously, giving an enthusiastic wave of goodbye before grabbing his and Eraserhead's drinks, practically bouncing with every step.

It made you giggle, but you were trying not to get your hopes up too much. For all you knew, he gave his number out to every girl that asked him for a signature.

"Are you happy now...?" Shouta grumbled, taking the cup being offered as he turned to resume patrolling. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! HECK YEAH I AM! I'M ON CLOUD NINE RIGHT NOW, I JUST MET MY FUTURE WIFE!!!!!!!!"

You heard him very clearly, the blush traveling all the way down your neck this time, and you couldn't help another small giggle, your heart fluttering with happiness like the wings of the butterflies in your belly.

He just had that effect on you.

Glancing down at the notebook in your hand as you sipped your quickly melting frosty, you noticed in the bottom right corner was a little arrow, below which was written the word "flip".

You looked up again but the two Pro Heroes were already gone.

Curiously, you flipped over the page.

MARRY ME?!?!!

a. YES!!!!!

b. a

c. b

That smooth sonuvabitch had you blushing and giggling all night.

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lovely-ateez · 3 years

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Ice Cream Pt. 3~

ꕥPosted: 11/6/20

ꕥGenre: Fluff

ꕥPairing: FemReader! x Seonghwa

ꕥWord Count: 2.7k

ꕥWarnings: Slight language

ꕥA/N: This is honestly one of my favorite fics I’ve written and I really hope you all like it too! Let me know if you’ve got any suggestions! Also! I changed up my pics at the top of my fics! Whatcha think?

Your POV

The warm, gentle breeze rustled my hair as I sat beneath what quickly became my favorite tree in this park. Its tall Oak branches provided plenty of shade and the grass beneath it always felt so soft to the touch. In the middle of summer, it was the perfect place to be.

Flipping another page of my book, I yawned loudly, awaking the warm body that laid beside me. Seonghwa’s sleepy eyes met mine as I gave him a sorry smile.

“I didn’t mean to wake you. You can go back to sleep if you’d like.”

He brushed a strand of hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear, “Don’t worry, I’ve slept enough anyhow.”

It had been roughly two months since we first met. In the first month alone we went on five dates, still unable to get enough each other. It was faster than I had moved in previous relationships, and at first a part of me was afraid I would lose interest, but I hadn’t. Not even in the slightest.

Seonghwa’s eyebrows crinkled, “Whatcha reading, babe?”

I gave a slight smile. “The Outsiders. Last time I read it I was about fourteen. I remember loving it so much. I’m really glad I picked it up again.”

Seonghwa nodded. “That’s a good one.”

A comfortable silence fell between us as I attempted to resume my reading, but the dark orbs I felt on me led my attention elsewhere.

I spoke without bringing my eyes from the book. “You know I’m having an awfully difficult time reading when you look at me like that.”

A sly smile appeared on Seonghwa’s face as he moved closer, “And why might that be?”

“Because staring at someone like they’re your next meal isn’t necessary the most relaxing feeling.”

He responded with a soft chuckle and placed his head on my shoulder. My stomach fluttered and I did my best to ignore it as I stared at the pages before me, but it wasn’t working.

I’m getting too distracted. There’s no way I’ll be able to continue where I left off. Not with Seonghwa being so close to me, anyway.

Placing a bookmark inbetween the pages, I closed the book and placed it in my small backpack.

Turning to my boyfriend, an idea formed. “Have you ever made pottery before?”

Seonghwa blinked a few times, looking off into space. “No, I don’t believe I have.”

A large, toothy smile lit up my face. Grabbing his hand I pulled him off the ground and started leading him in the direction of my second favorite place in the world. The first? Wherever Seonghwa was.

Seonghwa’s POV

I grasped her soft hand harder in an attempt to keep ahold of her. She quickly skipped in what I could only assume was the direction of the closest pottery store, stringing me along.

“You walk awfully quick given your short legs little legs, you know that?”

She turned around and squinted at me, clicking her tongue, “Rude.”

I did my best to hide a smile. Her flowy jean overalls and large, pale blue shirt practically swallowed her which already made her the cutest thing I have ever seen. The feigned annoyance on her face just added another layer of cute. Not that I’d tell her outright.

Or hell, maybe I would. I’d love to see her cheeks flush again.

We approached a quaint store front that displayed the most intricate pottery in the windows, alternating with floral arrangements.

I read the store name aloud, “Soul Glaze?”

She gave a hum. “I’ve spent most all of my summers here. This place means a lot to me.”

Wiggling her fingers that were intertwined with mine, she reached for the door and opened it, revealing a group of children running about, laughing, and attempting to make pottery.

“Birthday party?” My girlfriend asked a young woman with bright red hair who appeared to be working there. She spun around, noticing us for the first time. The woman’s eyes lit up as they made eye contact.

“Oh my god! It’s so good to see you!” The woman yelled, promptly giving a bear hug to the woman I was holding hands with. She let go of my hand and hugged the redhead back.

“You look so good! How have you been?”

“I’ve been great! Actually...there’s someone I want to introduce you to.” Both women looked at me.

“This is my boyfriend, Seonghwa. Seonghwa this is Kim. She was my best friend in high school.”

“Very nice to meet you, Kim.”

She smiled in response, “You as well! I’m glad to see my bestie found someone. She certainly deserves it.”

My girlfriend flushed slightly. “So we were actually hoping we could maybe make some pottery. Do you have any space left?”

“Of course! Always for you!”

Kim lead us to a room separate from the children, thankfully. Not that I didn’t like children, but I was looking forward to spending some time alone with my girl.

“Alright I’ve got everything here that you need and I know you won’t need any help but if you need any more supplies just let me know. Have fun you two.” Kim gave a friendly wink to her best friend and left, presumably to help the children with their pottery.

My girlfriend squealed, bouncing up and down like a child. “It’s been so long since I’ve been here!”

As she walked around the room examining everything, the glint in her eye which I’ve come to love so deeply returned. But it wasn’t just that look in her eyes I loved. I loved all of her. Every smile, every laugh that she gave me made me feel like a lovesick teenager. Every flip of her hair, every sultry gaze made me forget to breathe. I loved every witty and sarcastic comment that she made towards me, how she challenged me in every way. In a good way. She made me want to be a better man for her. I needed to be a good man for her.

Wait.

I froze, afraid of my own thoughts.

I love this girl. It’s literally only been two months how can I already be in love with her? Oh god. Maybe it’s just a fleeting thought?

But as much as I tried to push down my feelings, the words kept repeating over and over in my head.

I love her.

Your POV

“You okay Seonghwa? You look a bit pale.” I could hear my voice laced with concern.

He shook his head slightly and laughed. “It’s just cute to see you so happy.”

I didn’t even have to see my face to know that it was gradually heating up and I closed my eyes as if that would prevent him from seeing it. Before Seonghwa could tease me about it I heard the loud voice of a young boy yelling my name. I turned and saw him running towards me.

“Stevie!” I smiled as he approached me and gave him a tight hug.

“How’ve you been? Gosh you’ve grown up so much since I’ve last seen you! You’ll be a grandpa in no time!”

The boy giggled, “No I’m only four! You’re the grandpa!”

“I’m the grandpa? Oh you’re gonna get it now!” I laughed as I picked him up and held him above my head.

Stevie squealed and laughed loudly as I lifted him higher. I set him down after a moment or two and he pointed at the man beside me.

“Who’s that guy?”

I let out a soft laugh. “This is my boyfriend, Seonghwa.”

Stevie looked at Seonghwa. “I won’t remember that so I’m calling you number two.”

“Why number two?” I inquired.

“Because I’m your first man!” He pouted and puffed out his chest.

Laughing, I squatted down to his height and ruffled his thick brunette hair, “You sure are, bub.”

I made eye contact with my boyfriend. “This is Stevie, Kim’s son.”

Seonghwa squatted down, holding out his hand to shake his hand. “It’s very nice to meet you, young man.”

Stevie gave a skeptical look as he shook Seonghwa’s hand and pointed at him. “Treat her good! If you don’t I’ll take your place, number two.”

My boyfriend raised a hand to his head in a salute. “Yes, sir!”

I did my best to hold my laughs but it didn’t work in the slightest.

“You two are cute.”

“But I’m cuter, right?” Stevie asked with wide eyes.

I glanced at Seonghwa and leaned down to whisper in Stevie’s ear, “Definitely.”

The young boy cheered and told us he had to go back to his friend’s birthday party. I waved goodbye as he ran out of the room.

“He’s just the cutest kid. I-”

Seonghwa swept me up and kissed me, gently resting his arms on my hips as he deepened the kiss.

“What was that for?” I asked, breathless.

“Just being you.”

I bit my lip and looked down, smiling slightly. He always said such cute things so easily and it flustered me every time.

“When Kim got pregnant with Stevie she was so nervous. We were still relatively young and she didn’t think she’d be a good mom.” I shook my head, “She was worried for nothing. She’s the best mom anyone could ask for.”

Seonghwa smiled, “You’d make a fantastic mom yourself.”

“Maybe one day.” I smiled back. I honestly never wanted kids. I was always more content with being an honorary aunt.

But I don’t think I would mind them with Seonghwa.

I set down my little backpack on a nearby chair and took some clay, placing it on the pottery wheel in front of me.

“Alright babe. Let’s get started.”

Seonghwa’s POV

My heart swelled the instant she pulled Stevie into her arms. I never knew that she was so good with children. We never really talked about it, but in that moment I could picture a life with her.

I could picture myself proposing to her, how sweaty my palms would get beforehand, how I’d likely forget half of what I wanted to say, how she’d look at me when I get on one knee, how afterwards she’d kiss me and I’d gently place the ring on her finger.

I could picture our wedding, watching my soon-to-be wife walk towards me, her favorite colored flowers in her hand, the dazzling smile on her face that makes my stomach do somersaults.

I could picture our first dance as husband and wife, tears in both of our eyes from the overwhelming happiness that we’d feel, the world seeming as though it disappeared in that moment.

I could picture how beautiful she would look pregnant, the tears in my eyes when she’d tell me, the unbelievable excitement for the next stage in our lives we would feel.

I could picture going clothes shopping for our unborn baby, my wife fawning over how cute the small clothes looked, probably buying every outfit possible.

I could picture lazy mornings in bed with our children, showering them with love and warmth, making sure they’d feel nothing but safety and comfort for all of their years.

I could picture sunny days in the park, pushing our children on the swings and listening to their joyous laughs as they’d ask us to push them higher.

I could picture growing old with her, watching our children graduate and having a life of their own, the grey in our hair that would slowly show, our kids teasing us about our age.

I could picture always protecting her and being there for her. I didn’t try to fight it anymore. I knew: she’s the one.

I was forced to push my thoughts aside as she began to teach me the basics. She was impressively good and I was embarrassingly bad, even with her instructions.

“No you’re doing great!” She told me when I voiced my thoughts.

I gave her a deadpan look and she giggled. “What? I was terrible my first time too, but you’re trying and that’s all that matters.” The kiss on the cheek she presented me with sent my heart flying, yet I tried to suppress it.

Time flew by and before I knew it our pottery had been made to our satisfaction and placed in a kiln. My girlfriend explained that it would take awhile for the pottery to be fully ready so we’d have to come back in a few days.

“Fine with me. That’s just more time I get to spend with you, doll.”

She bit her bottom lip and rolled her eyes, playfulness in her voice, “Yeah I guess so.”

After paying and bidding adieu to Kim, we left and wandered back to the park, my girlfriend slightly teasing me about my attempt at making a bowl.

“So when did Yeosang say he was gonna meet us?” She asked, wrapping her arm around mine.

“In about an hour. He’s bringing Aurora, by the way.”

I could sense her nerves, “You’ll like her, I promise. Your personalities are pretty similar so you’ll get along fine.”

“I sure hope so.”

Your POV

Aurora, Yeosang’s girlfriend, was someone I felt I’d become indebted to. Without her, I never would have met Seonghwa. This was my first time meeting her and I was nervous to say the least. I’d met Yeosang several times before so I wasn’t necessarily nervous about seeing him again. I just hoped I would get along with Aurora.

“Hey.” Seonghwa turned to look at me, “Don’t overthink it. It’ll all be okay. Even if she doesn’t like you—which she will—that’s not gonna change things between us, alright?”

I nodded. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that. You’re my girl. I’ve gotta stand by your side.”

I was quiet for a moment or two. His words meant so much to me. I wasn’t sure how to express it so I kept it simple. “That makes me happy.”

“You make me happy.”

I gave him a playful shove and giggled, “Get outta here.”

Seonghwa scoffed. “How dare you. I confess my true feelings and this is how I’m treated? Heartless.”

I moved in front of him, forcing him to stop walking. I looked deep into his eyes and I could feel the heat return to my cheeks at his gaze alone.

“Then let me confess mine.” Standing on my tippy-toes, I cupped his face and whispered into his ear, “I’m falling for you.”

I didn’t get a chance to see his reaction as I poked him in the cheek and began to run away from him, “Tag! You’re it!”

The wind once again flew through my hair, although this time it was more chilly, making me wish I had brought a jacket. The sun had begun to set and the cotton candy clouds meshed with the pinkish-yellow sunset. I slowed down unintentionally to take in its beauty, and that’s when I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and drag me to the ground.

I yelped and Seonghwa nuzzled my neck, pressing kisses to my most sensitive spots. “That’s what you get for challenging me.”

Although I wish I could say I had a clever comeback, I didn’t. I was too in awe of how truly handsome he was. I ran my fingers through his dark locks and played with the hair at the nape of his neck as he looked a me. His smile slowly faded as he broke eye contact.

I gave him a questioning look. “What’s wrong babe?”

Seonghwa opened and closed his mouth a few times as though he was trying to find the words to say or maybe work up the confidence to say something. Perhaps both.

His voice came out in a whisper, “Did you mean it?”

I tilted his head so that I could reach his lips. I kissed him lightly and smiled against the kiss. I pulled back and made sure he looked me in the eyes.

“Every word.”

He kissed me with more fervor than he ever had before. His hands wondered to my own, pinning them down.

“I. Am. So. Far. Beyond. Falling.” Seonghwa said between heated kisses.

The cold of the wind was long forgotten as the warmth inside me started to spread. I didn’t have the words to communicate how I was feeling so I resorted to kissing him back with even more passion. Until something occurred to me.

“Wait. We’re supposed to meet Yeosang soon.”

Seonghwa hurriedly checked his watch. “Shit, we gotta go.” Standing up and helping me off the ground, we both began to run to our usual meeting spot with Yeosang.

“It’ll be okay if we’re late, right?”

“Oh yeah totally, it’s fine.” He smiled. “We should probably run a bit faster though.”

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erin-bo-berin · 4 years

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Double The Surprise

MASTERLIST

Prequel to Thing 1 and Thing 2

Surprise! A new fic, two days in a row? I know, who am I? This was an anon request to do a gender reveal party of the twins from Thing 1 and Thing 2, so I made it sort of a prequel. I’ve linked the fic in case you haven’t read it. One thing to note, I included Diana, but in a more normal state so no Alzheimer's or schizophrenia. I’ve wanted to write something where she was free of any illnesses, so I added her in this like that. Besides, she’d DEFINITELY be there. Also, take a shot every time I say pink and blue, lord I was getting tired of saying that myself so sorry about that. Enjoy some Spencer and the team cuteness. Happy reading!

Spencer Reid/Reader

Rating: G (fluff)

Word Count: 3,285

You knew it was a mistake to let Penelope be in charge.

Not that she was bad at it at all, in fact she was wonderful. But when she had a secret that she actually wanted to keep a surprise, her lips were sealed tighter than your old jeans.

Penelope Garcia—the technical analyst at the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit and your husband, Spencer Reid’s teammate, coworker and friend—was the best at planning parties. Which is how she had gotten you and Spencer excited about the idea of a potential gender reveal party for the baby you and Spencer were expecting this fall.

You were currently 21 weeks and a bit larger than normal, although your doctor wasn’t worried. She had explained it could be due to the baby being bigger—your husband was over 6 feet after all—or perhaps you were a bit further along in your pregnancy than she first thought. Either way, at the last appointment, she had assured you that everything was looking fine.

The last appointment was also when you were able to find out the sex of the baby.

Since you and Spencer really wanted to have a gender reveal party with your friends and the other team members of the BAU, you had invited Garcia to come along to the appointment. She would be informed of the sex and also have the results handed to her in a manila envelope, for the baker who would create the cake.

You were regretting your decision though because you were currently dying to know what baby Reid would be. It was amazing though, Garcia hadn’t even breathed the hint of a clue.

She was the worst person to keep a secret, so it was ironic when she refused to give into your pleading.

The gender reveal party was going to be this upcoming weekend, still a few days away and you were struggling with the anticipation.

The party details and planning helped curb your desire to know, though.

When Garcia had first suggested the idea, not long after you and Spencer announced your pregnancy, you were slightly hesitant about it. You didn’t know much about them or if anyone would even come. With the help of Penelope and her promise to take care of everything, you started coming around to the idea.

She was an excellent party planner because even though she took care of everything, she left plenty of room for you and Spencer to decide on details and things you wanted. Many nights were spent laying in bed, the two of you looking at gender reveal party ideas on Pinterest.

You actually thought Spencer was more excited for this party then you were. It was nice to know he was just as excited for it, though.

“Do you think she’d cave and tell us what we’re having if we surprise her with a red velvet cupcake?” you’d asked Spencer, one night that week.

“It’d probably be tempting for her, but I doubt it,” he answered you, “In fact, I’m surprised she’s kept quiet this long. She’s the worst at keeping secrets.”

“I know. I had her pegged to tell us within a day,” you huffed.

Spencer chuckled, kissing your head.

“Just think, it will be worth the wait when we find out what we’re having on Saturday.”

•

Surprisingly, Saturday did come rather fast. Although at the same time, it felt like eons to you.

You were bursting with excitement for the party, which was to be held at David Rossi’s house.

Garcia had given you and Spencer strict instructions to not arrive until after 2 pm. She, with the help of her boyfriend Luke Alvez we’re going to be setting up everything for the party to keep the final display a surprise as well.

You were just as eager to wear the new outfit that Garcia had bought for you to wear—she really had thought of everything.

You had to admit, the ensemble was pretty cute.

You’d dressed in the sleeveless maxi dress that was designed in an alternating pink and blue chevron style and white flats that were partially hidden by the long skirt of the dress. Your bump was fully on display in the outfit, but it just made the dress seem even cuter.

It also helped that it was extremely comfy as well.

The finishing touch for the outfit was a flower crown. Yes, a flower crown. Garcia went all out when she did things, that’s for sure.

It was a thin band of flowers that sat nicely on your head. One side was decorated with pink flowers while the other half had blue. With the entire outfit complete, you had to admit, Garcia definitely had picked a cute ensemble.

Spencer had come in just as you’d finished getting ready and whistled, making you blush.

“Why if it isn’t the sexiest baby mama around,” he grinned slyly, wrapping his arms around you from behind, “You look beautiful, Y/N.”

“You look rather charming yourself,” you chuckled.

His appearance wasn’t that much different than it was from his work attire. His suit pants and dress shirt were the same as usual, but Garcia had gotten him a pink and blue chevron tie to match your dress.

“Not exactly something I’d wear every day, but I like it,” he smiled, “Ready to find out what our baby is?”

“More than ever.”

•

The first thing you saw when entering Rossi’s backyard was a sign on the iron gate door to his backyard.

There were a handful of pink and blue cardboard, cutout circles hanging on the gate door, along with a pink and blue cutout onesie that said We’re here for the sex. It made you laugh. This definitely had Garcia written all over it.

“I’m sure Rossi is thrilled with that hanging on his gate door,” Spencer laughed.

He took your hand and pushed the gate open into a pink and blue wonderland.

You gasped as the two of you walked further into the backyard. Not only was the actual decorations and set up amazing, but the turnout was just as shocking.

The entire team was there; Emily Prentiss, Matt Simmons, his wife Kristy and all five kids—you’d specifically told Penelope that all the BAU kids were welcomed, you had a special place in your heart for them, just as she did.

JJ was there with her husband Will and her two boys Henry and Michael. Tara Lewis was there as well, always ready for a get together. Of course David Rossi was there as well with his third wife Krystall that he’d recently married again.

Luke and Penelope were of course in attendance, but what surprised you most was seeing the unexpected and surprise guests that Garcia had most definitely arranged to show up.

Former Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner was there with Jack, who was now taller than you. They both greeted you with a hug and their congratulations. Jack said he was mostly excited for cake and you couldn’t argue with that.

Derek Morgan, wife Savannah and little Hank Spencer Morgan had made it too. These kids were growing faster than you would like because now little Hank was 4 quickly approaching 5.

“Pretty boy!” Morgan greeted, hugging Spencer tightly, “It’s about time you became a father.”

You greeted Savannah and Hank, who was in his mother’s arms, suddenly a lot shyer than normal. After speaking to them both for a minute, they too went back to socializing with the others.

What was most surprising was seeing your parents and Spencer’s mom, Diana Reid.

“Mom! Dad!” you exclaimed, hugging them.

“Mom!” Spencer said, hugging Diana, “I’m so glad you could make it.”

“You think I was going to miss my grandbaby’s first party? I think not,” she grinned.

After greeting your parents, you hugged Diana yourself.

“It’s so good to see you Mrs. Reid,” you kissed her cheek.

It had been a little bit since you’d last traveled to Las Vegas with Spencer to visit her, not long after you’d married. Before that, you’d seen her at the wedding.

“Oh honey, you know I told you to call me Diana,” she beamed, “You’re the Mrs. Reid around here. How are you feeling?”

She rubbed a hand across your belly and you smiled.

“Feeling rather large, if I do say so myself,” you chuckled.

“Well there’s a good reason for that,” she winked, making your brows furrow in confusion.

Garcia was just on her way over to the three of you as Diana spoke and suddenly, she sped up, rushing over.

“Diana! How about I get you some punch and refreshments!” Garcia exclaimed, leading Diana away.

She turned to you and Spencer as she led his mother away.

“Take some time and look around before we do the reveal!” Garcia hollered.

“Come on, I wanna check things out,” you told Spencer.

You were beaming so big that he couldn’t help but chuckle and indulge you. He was pretty curious to check out everything too.

First off, there were pink and blue balloons everywhere.

At the table where the food and refreshments were at, were gold letter balloons that spelled out the phrase Oh baby.

The actual food spread was rather impressive too. There were finger sandwiches of chicken salad, turkey and ham, mixed nuts, vegetable plates with dip and of course, much to your delight was Alvez’s homemade salsa and guacamole, along with chips to dip. You’d be eating good this afternoon, that’s for sure.

The sweets were all gender themed, which was an adorable touch.

There were blue and pink chocolate covered strawberries, blue and pink cake pops—a mustache on the blue cake pop sticks and a bow on the pink ones—and hilariously enough, there were M&Ms in two bowls. One with peanuts were labeled Nuts and the other with plain was labeled No Nuts, hence the mystery of the baby’s sex.

“That’s ingenious,” Spencer commented, laughing, grabbing a handful of some.

There were blue plates with matching napkins and pink plates with pink napkins, along with alternating blue and pink jars that held the opposing color of plastic ware in them.

At the very end of the refreshments table sat two huge glass jugs with spigots filled with blue and pink drinks. The blue was named Bouncing Blue Punch whereas the pink was Sweet Pink Lemonade.

“Wow, Luke and Penelope really went all out,” you gaped, amazed.

“And you haven’t even seen the best parts,” Garcia said, seemingly appearing out of thin air next to you, “Come on!”

She tugged on your arm excitedly, dragging you to another section of the party. You laughed, trying to keep up with her, looking behind you at a grinning Spencer who was following behind the two of you.

The first thing she had to show you, made you tear up thanks to the damn pregnancy hormones.

It was a canvas of animals in a little hot air balloon and the “balloons” were made up of thumbprints from all the guests, in the color of their guess of the baby’s gender. Even the kids had all done one.

There were a variety of pink and blue thumbprints, each one signed by the person. At the bottom of the canvas it read: Oh the places you’ll go.

“We all made our guesses and I put this together a week ago so it would be dry and ready to display for today,” Garcia beamed.

“I love it,” you said, your hand covering your mouth, still shocked at how beautiful it was, “Spence, this is going up in the nursery for sure.”

“Definitely,” he nodded, looking at it himself.

“This is amazing. Thank you, Garcia,” you breathed.

“Oh honey, we’re just getting started on the tour. Come on, there’s more to see.”

The next display was another interactive guessing game.

This was a chalkboard that read Twinkle, Twinkle, little star. How we wonder what you are!

One side of the board represented the boy votes and the other represented the girl votes.

“This is where everyone was able to vote as they came in with their guess,” she said.

You looked closer. So far a girl was winning by two.

“I also included two more interactive little games,” Garcia said, leading you to two more chalkboards.

One had Guess The Date written on it and the entire month of September written out. Your due date was approximately September 25th, which was listed at the top and sticky notes covered the dates of different attendee’s guesses on when the baby would arrive.

“Oh that is super cute,” you laughed.

Your eyes scanned over the numerous guesses.

Some had guessed as early as September 6th and others had guessed as late as September 30th.

“Pinterest, I’m telling you,” Garcia quipped.

The next board had a list of girls and boys names. Underneath the board and easel on each side was a basket, in the matching colors, slips of paper inside.

“This here is where the guests have tried to guess what your number one name for a boy and a girl is,” Garcia explained.

“So that explains why you asked for our top name for a boy and a girl,” Spencer mused.

“Yup.”

You looked at each column. There were a total of five names on each side.

The boys’ column included:

Carl

Aidan

Luke

Alexander

Matthew

The girls’ column included:

Daisy

Abrielle

Gabriella

Penelope

Paige

“Penelope? Luke?” you chuckled.

“Hey, for all they know you could be naming a kid after us!” she protested.

You smiled, seeing yours and Spencer’s top two picks on the lists—Abrielle for a girl or Alexander for a boy.

“Last but not least,” Garcia beamed, “You gotta see the cake. It’s amazing.”

The three of you walked to a table in the middle of the party where there were two chairs and a cake resting on the table.

“Obviously since it’s baby Reid, you two will be the center of attention,” Penelope said.

On the table was a beautiful cake decorated with blue and pink icing roses. One side was strictly pink roses and the other blue. The finishing touch was the various sized edible pearls that had been delicately placed in the center of each flower.

You audibly gasped.

“Penelope, it’s gorgeous!”

“Isn’t it though? I was in awe when I picked it up,” she commented.

“So the inside will be the reveal, right?” Spencer asked.

“Yes sir,” she smiled, “You guys ready to find out the gender?”

“Yes, please!”

You were practically bouncing on your heels like a child eagerly awaiting candy.

“First, I wanted to give you guys a little gift,” Garcia said, rushing over to the table where Luke sat, holding a gift bag.

“Garcia, you know we said no gifts!” you protested.

“Yeah, I know. But you know me,” she scurried back over, handing you the bag, “I can’t keep huge secrets.”

“What are you talking about?” you laughed, opening the bag.

Inside was a simple, cute, white baby onesie.

On the front, it said We’re having a baby! with the word baby scratched out.

“Why’s the word baby crossed out?” Spencer asked, peering over your shoulder at it.

He seemed to be just as puzzled as you were.

“Wait, there’s something else in the bag,” you observed, reaching in to pull out the second object.

It was a second white onesie that read Make that TWO babies!

“I couldn’t keep such a big secret obviously, so I told the entire team and they wanted to chip in on a present to announce it to you—this isn't all the gift though.”

You were stunned beyond belief and absolutely overjoyed.

“Twins?! Spence, did you hear that? We’re having twins!”

You turned to see your husband as white as a ghost, starting to sway.

“I-I-I think I need to sit for a moment,” he stammered, falling into the nearby metal folding chair.

“Spence, you okay?”

You rushed to his side—as fast as your pregnant body would let you, that.

“Yeah, fine,” he muttered, still looking dazed, “Everything just started spinning there for a moment.”

Garcia was by his side with an unused paper plate, fanning him, just in case he was actually going to pass out.

The rest of the party’s eyes were on the spectacle, all of them clearly amused.

“Who knew the kid could create twins! Even his sperm is brilliant,” Derek hollered.

Everyone laughed at that and the fact that Savannah immediately stuck a sandwich in his mouth to quiet him.

“There are kids here, Derek!” she whispered loudly.

“Twins, huh?” Spencer asked.

The poor thing looked dumbstruck.

“You sure you’re okay Spencer?” you asked, worried.

It’s like it took him a moment for it to finally sink in because he turned to you, a big grin on his face.

“Y/N, we’re having twins!”

He grabbed your face, kissing you, not caring about all the onlookers. You turned scarlet when he pulled away, a tad bit embarrassed that everyone was watching, but you were just as happy as him, so you couldn’t complain.

“My baby boy is going to have twins,” Diana smiled, coming over to wrap her son in a hug, “I was so excited when I heard that I almost ruined the surprise earlier!”

“Oh so that’s what you meant?” you asked, laughing.

That was definitely a good reason for you to be larger than normal. Your body was home to not one but two babies for the next little while.

“You knew, mom?” Spencer asked.

“Oh of course, Penelope called everyone,” Diana answered.

“You know I can’t keep a secret!” Garcia exclaimed, “This was my biggest one yet! It was the only way I could make it without bursting.”

“Speaking of everyone else,” JJ said, bringing up another, slightly larger gift bag, “This is from all of us, Hotch and Morgan included.”

“You wanna open it?” you asked Spencer.

He shook his head, indicating you could, so you did.

You pulled out a long, wood, plaque that read:

Our family is growing by

4 feet

and

2 hearts

At the bottom, there was an engraving.

Reid Twins

It was absolutely perfect.

There were definitely tears on your end as you made your rounds hugging everyone and saying your thank yous.

You made your way back to the center table to Garcia, who you gave another huge hug.

“Thank you so much for putting together such an amazing party,” you said.

“It was my pleasure,” she smiled.

“Cut the cake already!” Both Jack and Henry hollered simultaneously, making everyone chuckle.

“I can’t argue with that, now can I?” you responded.

You managed to pull Spencer away from the conversation he was having with some of the guests and you both put your hands on the knife, cutting through the cake. It reminded you of your wedding reception, but this was ten times more exciting; you were expanding your family with the man you were in love with.

The entire backyard counted down.

“THREE!”

You looked over at Spencer, a big smile on your face. At this point, you didn’t think much more could surprise you than the news of having twins.

“TWO!”

He winked at you, silently reassuring you that no matter what the result, you two would raise these babies as a team.

“ONE!”

You both lifted up the slice, revealing a two layer cake; one layer was pink and one was blue.

“It’s a boy and a girl!” Spencer cheered.

You were pretty sure this day couldn’t get any better.

You and Spencer would soon be welcoming fraternal twins; Abrielle Jade Reid and Spencer Alexander Reid.

Little Abbie and Alex were going to be incredibly loved.

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saviorinsilk · 4 years

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Supreme 5, Y/N 3

Ship: Cordelia Goode x Female Reader

Words: 1 422

"You can't be serious," Cordelia said in awe, her jaw slacked into a surprised expression. You were sitting on the bed you and Cordelia shared, the softness of the cotton sheets against your bare legs feeling like heaven. You were in your floral nightgown, hair pulled up in a messy bun, glasses perched on the ends of your nose. It was well past midnight but it had been a long Friday night full of games and storytelling by the fireplace with all the girls in the house, which was definitely worth the late night. You and Cordelia had retired to your room a few hours ago, sharing a hot bubble bath before getting into your PJs and putting fresh sheets on the bed. Cordelia stood in front of you, running a comb through her wet tangly blond hair.

"Ah yes, I am. A baby sloth is definitely the epidemy of cuteness." You said, smiling at your wife. Cordelia shook her head, her glasses slipping down her nose a bit as she did. "First of all, look you at you using your big girl words," She teased, referring to the small vocabulary you usually had, "And second, there is no way that a baby Sloth is cuter than even an adult Armadillo." You scoffed, scooting up to the headboard as you slipped your legs under the light pink blanket. "Baby, did you hit your head or something? Because I don't think you understand what you're saying to me right now." You spoke in a voice you would use to talk to a young child, as you cross your arms. Cordelia rolled her eyes, setting the comb down on the bedside table. "Sloths are like giant, live stuffed animals. I mean those eyes?? They are so cute and round!" You gushed, hugging your arms to your chest and rocking back and forth slightly as if you were rocking a small sloth to sleep. Cordelia picked up her phone and began to google a picture of what she thought was the definition of cuteness. "Ya, not to mention those massive claws that could take your head off with one swing! Or the fact that they are so lazy! They don't move. They literally just hang there." She wined, climbing onto the bed next to you as you rolled your eyes and scoffed. You couldn't believe that the woman you married, the leader of your coven and the future mother of your children thought there was anything cuter than a sloth. It was a ludicrous idea. When Cordelia finally found a picture that she thought captured the right amount of cuteness, she scooted in front of you. You were distracted for a brief moment by her exposed thigh, were her cream nightgown had ridden up. Geeze! Not right now! You scolded yourself. There's no time for sex, we are at war! Cordelia held her phone screen close to your face, too close in fact, making you back up slightly, squinting at the bright screen in the dimly lit room, but Cordelia didn't even notice, her excitement over the tiny shelled creature too strong. You shrugged, which pissed her off even more. They were cute, but nothing compared to the beauty of those little beady-eyed potato sack babies you loved so much. "They look like mutated turtles. They are creepy, not cute." You said in disgust, hamming up your reaction since you knew it riled her up. "HOW DARE YOU!" She shouted, completely forgetting about the house full of witches that lay asleep around you, not to mention it would be the most appropriate thing imaginable if they were awoken because their Supreme was in a battle about baby animals. You exploded into laughter as she smacked you playfully, but roughy across the shoulder. You held your fingers up to your mouth, shhing her, which only got you another slap. "Geeze baby, don't be so rough! You're turning me on." You teasing in a sexy voice, a satisfied smirk taking over your face. Cordelia picked up her pillow and was about to ram it into your face when cursing sounded from outside your door. Without knocking Madison pushed the closed door open, her face unimpressed, reeking of annoyance. "Goddammit would you two shut up! Some of us are trying to get our beauty rest!" She groaned. There were whispers behind her and you didn't need to see into the hallway to know that Zoe, Queenie and Misty were all there as well. "Ask them what they are fighting about!" Misty's thick southern accent drawled, curiosity in her voice. Cordelia seemed unbothered by the fact that they had just barged into your room but you were too excited about the prospect of gaining others on your side to care either. "Guys come in here!" You called excitedly. As the four girls piled into your candle fill sanctuary, Cordelia straightened out her nightgown and readjusted her glasses. "Were you guys fighting over animals?" Zoe asked, a smile on her excited face. She wore small shorts and a tank top, the supers heat stopping her some wearing nothing more than that to bed. You nodded quickly and elbowed Cordelia in the side playfully. "Delia here thinks that a baby Armadillo is somehow cuter than a baby sloth." You couldn't even say the sentence without laughing. "No way! Sloths are way cuter!" Queenie squealed. She was too in her summer PJs, all the girls where. You raised your fists in the air in victory. "I have to go with Miss Cordelia on this actually," Misty said, glancing from me to her best friend. "That's just cause she's your best friend!" Zoe exclaimed, "Baby sloths have those big wet pink noses. I bet they a squishy too. I am so on your side Y/N" She said, sighing dreamily. Everyone turned their attention towards Madison, both you and Cordelia holding your breath to see which she would pick. Madison threw her hands up in defeat. "I'm so done with this. I vote twice for Armadillos, their skin is as hard as rocks, just like my heart. There. Cordelia wins. Woohoo. Now can you love birds please go to bed or make out or something? I don't care just as long you shut up so I can sleep." Madison said in the most unimpressed voice you had ever heard from her. She groaned as she stormed out of the room loudly. You sighed in defeat and face planted into the mattress, hiding your face in shame. Cordelia winked at the girls who remained and they made their way to the door. "Anyways, Madisons right. You two show make out or something, You're just too adorable together." Zoe practically sang as Queenie shoved her out into the hallway with laughter as she shut the door, leaving you two alone once more. A few moments passed and you felt Cordelia's fingers in your hair. "Fine. You won. Supreme 5, Y/N 3" You grumbled into the pillow, remembering exactly how many times she had won arguments. Cordelia chuckled softly as she ran her fingers through your hair. The middle-aged women leaned down and kissed your head that was still in the sheets. "You know, Zoe's right. We should probably make out or something because I think one argument you're definitely never going to win is the one where I say you are the cutest creature I have ever laid my eyes on." Cordelia whispered into your hair. You couldn't help be smile stupidly despite how much you wanted to pout. You lifted your face back up to the land of the living and flipped onto your back. Cordelia readjusted herself so that she was now hovering over you, her eyes filled with desire as she leaned down, kissing you gently but with the passion of a strong confident woman. You kissed her back, wrapping your arms around her neck, tying yourself to her warm body, in the hopes that you would never have to separate from her. "I don't know about that Delia. You're kinda the most beautiful Witch around." You teased, whispering against her plump lips. It didn't really matter who had come out on top that night, because no matter what animal you thought was cuter, what season was better or what colour better suited your bedroom walls, what you both could agree on 100% was that both of you were the luckiest women in the existence. You had each other and no one would ever argue the love you shared.

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 4 years

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Getting away with it (1/?)

Summary: August Walker was dead. At least that’s what people believed for almost 2 years. When the CIA found reason to believe that he was alive they made it their top priority to find him. Including sending one of their best female agents to recruit his twin brother. Walter Marshall.

Pairing: August Walker x Reader (Walker) + Walter Marshall x Reader (Walker)

Warnings: none yet

Wordcount: 1.893

A/N: I swore to myself to never write a series again, yet here we are. Got a feeling that this is going to be a long one. This is more like an prologue. Updates hopefully coming every Wednesday. Hope you enjoy it x

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CIA Headquarters, Langley, Virginia

“We have reason to believe that August Walker is still alive.” The words seemed to quiet down the room. Swallowing her feelings, she felt the eyes of her superior Agent Miller on her. The man looked at her with caution, his eyes a silent warning. ‘Don’t do anything stupid’ they seemed to say. She nodded once at him before her eyes focused back on the person in front of her who briefed the team on what had happened and was supposed to be happening next.

Apparently August had been spotted in Quebec. Blurry photos had been taken and yes, it could be him.

She remembered his funeral. A funeral only a handful of people attended after word got out on who exactly August Walker was and what he had planned to do. She still couldn’t understand what on earth ran through his mind when he was planning to steal plutonium.

Closing her eyes for a brief moment she could see August in front of her, on the morning after they first had sex, him wearing her pink apron as he made breakfast while singing along to the radio. A morning almost 6 years ago. She didn’t know then how things would drastically change in the next years. She was in love with him. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She knew the man he once was. And she still couldn’t believe she didn’t see the tiny changes in him. How he stayed away in the evenings. How he suddenly had a second phone. How all the passwords of his devices seemed to change regularly. Before she found out he also was John Lark, a terrorist he himself had been helping her to take down. Breathing in and out deeply she opened her eyes again, her stare becoming ice cold.

She would find him. And she would make sure he would pay for everything that he did.

A thick envelope was waiting for her on her desk when she got back to her office. Looking through the glass wall of her office she could see Agent Miller nodding a her, as she sat down, ripping the envelope open. A big classified case file fell to her desk. It was an old adoption record. Frowning she could see that there was a police file from the Minneapolis police department attached. Opening the file she gasped as she saw familiar blue eyes staring at her. Shaking her head she read through the first page. Detective Walter Marshall, born on June 21nd 1978, divorced, a daughter, working in homicide at the Minneapolis state police. She continued to read, remembering hearing about the case with the twin brothers he had been involved in. She didn’t know how long she sat there, reading. And trying to understand what she was reading. A knock on her door startled her. Agent Miller opened the door, closed it behind him and sat down on the chair in front of her.

“It’s not him.” She said right away.

“I know.” He sighed.

“How is this possible?” She asked.

“You knew August best. You knew he was adopted. That he didn’t know anything about his parents.”

“So August has a twin brother he doesn’t know about?” She asked.

“It seems like it, don’t you think?” The older man looked at her. Looking down at the picture of the man that looked so much like August she sighed.

“You want me to get him, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“What makes you think he would be interested? My guess is you want to use him to find August. Why should it work with him, when it wasn’t when I....” She breathed in deep.

“When it wasn’t working before?” She asked.

“We have to take every possible opportunity and chance to find August. Walter Marshall has a brilliant record in tracking people down.”

“You want to use him, don’t you?”

“We need all the help we can get. Take a week off, take your daughter and drive down to Minneapolis. Try if you can find him.”

“He works at the police department. Why not use the official way?”

“Because this is not only a state matter, it’s a personal matter for you. Find him, get to know him. Find out if he has any idea about his ancestry. I trust you to know what to do. This might be our chance to finally get him.”

Slowly nodding she looked at Agent Miller.

“You want to recruit him.”

“If he is half as good as his brother, he will be an excellent addition to the CIA.”

“You’re not telling me everything, aren’t you?”

Agent Miller chuckled. Ever since she came from he academy she could see right through him. He couldn’t even imagine how she was feeling that she didn’t see all of this coming.

“You’re right. Bring him in, and I will answer every single question you have Agent Walker.”

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Minneapolis, Minnesota, 1 week later

“Mommy!” Evie giggled as Walker took a bite from the french fry Evie was just about to eat.

“You have to be quicker, Evie.” Walker grinned, chewing the fry. Evie narrowed her eyes, trying to look intimidating, which made her only look cuter with her blue eyes and dark locks.

“I love you Mommy, but don’t steal my food. Stealing is bad, you said it yourself.” Evie said strictly, making Walker try hard to suppress a giggle.

“Stealing is very bad, you are right. I’m sorry.” Walker kissed her cheek.

“I forgive you.” Evie sighed and continued to eat. Walker watched her daughter who looked so much like her father. She even had the same expression on her face when she ate. She would never understand how he could have left her and Evie on their own. How he could have tried to destroy the world his daughter was living in, just for some insane idea of bringing order to the world. A little part of her hoped she would see him again, just so she could punch him to death for the things she as his wife had to endure after his disappearance. She couldn’t even blame the CIA for thinking she must have been involved in all this Apostles mess. She would blame herself until the day she died that she didn’t notice it sooner.

“Finished.” Evie smiled and Walker noded.

“Let’s go see some sculptures.” Walker smiled, picking up their trash from the bench they were sitting on and reached her hand out to her daughter.

“Will there be bunnies?” Evie asked hopeful, looking up at her mother. Walker still didn’t know what her newest obsession with bunnies was, but it was definitely better than when she whined about wanting a snake a couple of weeks before.

“Let’s find out.”

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“I’m sorry are these seats taken?” A female voice asked. Looking up Walter was about to say no when he saw that the woman was holding a child in her arms. He guessed the girl was about 4 years old, sleeping peacefully.

“Please sit, I’m almost finished with my lunch anyway.” He gestured towards the chair, making the woman nod thankful as she sat down, the girl in her arm only stirring for a second before she continued to sleep on the woman's shoulder.

“Took her to the sculpture garden today. Didn’t make it back to the hotel before the rain started.” She sighed, making Walter nod.

“Are you visiting the city?” He asked, bringing his coffee to his lips.

“Yeah. Little vacation before I start a new project at work.” She nodded. Walter looked at the woman who was looking lovingly down at her daughter. He guessed she was in her mid thirties, no ring on her finger, but he imprint still visible what either meant she was divorced or widowed. Somehow he thought it was the latter. She looked tired, the bags under her eyes weren’t easy to get within a few days. Her dark hair cling to her face, but that was thanks to the rain outside. Her green eyes seemed to scream of pain as she looked up at him.

“Can I invite you for a coffee?” Walter found himself asking.

“Oh. I wouldn’t want to hold you up from work, Officer…?” She asked.

“Detective Marshall.” He smiled. “And you’re not holding me up. There’s no way I will get to my car in this rain.”

“In that case… Can I get a tea instead?” The woman smiled.

“Sure. Mrs...” He nodded, looking at her daughter. She looked a lot like Faye when she was younger. The dark curls hiding her face as she was sleeping peacefully against her mother's shoulder.

“Walker.” She said quietly.

“Mrs. Walker.” He repeated, waving at the waitress.

“But friends can call me Walker.” She winked, making Walter chuckle.

“In that case I’m Marshall.” He said.

“Nice to meet you, Marshall.”

It was scary how similar yet different at the same time Marshall was in comparison to August. She almost felt like she was back in New York where she first met August as he was assigned her partner for a case. Her first case. He had taken her out to lunch the first day and they had spend the whole time talking about everything and nothing. A meeting she had repeated so often back in her head it was driving her insane.

“Walker?” She heard his deep voice.

“Yes? Sorry.” She shook her head, looking up into his eyes.

“You were gone there for a second.” He said, his blue eyes watching her. As she looked at him she could see that there was a hint of brown in his right eye.

“Yeah. Sorry. Long day.” More like long year. She added in her head.

“You telling me.” He said. “Anyway. I need to get back to work. It was nice meeting you. I hope you have fun in our city for the rest of your stay.”

“I am planning on it. Thank you for the tea.” She smiled a little. He liked how her whole face seemed to lighten up with even the little smile. By now he was pretty sure she had lost someone important to her. There seemed to be a mencholacy in every word she said.

“You are welcome.” He said, getting up. “If anyone makes you any trouble find me at the police station.” He joked making her chuckle.

“Aren’t you busy tracking down criminals?” She asked.

“I would make an exception.” He winked, before he nodded and walked out of the diner

She felt her daughter stir on her shoulder, thankful that she only woke up now. She had taken a risk getting into the diner when she saw him sitting inside. Looking so much like August, yet so different. That wasn’t something her four year old daughter Evie would understand. Why this man looked so much like her father. On the other hand it had been more than two years since Evie last had seen him. Only knowing him from the few pictures Walker hadn’t removed from the house.

“Daddy?” She mumbled, her eyes fluttering open.

“It’s only Mommy.” Walker smiled softly, pulling the dark locks out of her daughters face.

“Sounded like Daddy…” She yawned, making Walker sigh sadly.

“I know he did, Darling. I know.” Walker said quietly, kissing her daughters forehead.

#fanfiction #fanfic #august walker #walter marshall #walter marshall x reader #august walker x reader #henry cavill

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anywhozits · 4 years

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The Best Game of Charades Literally Ever

Rating: T-ish

Pairing: Kristanna

Words: 4306

Summary: Kristoff and Anna are way too nervecited for their family game night after finding out they’re going to have a baby. Because, truly, there’s no better way to tell Elsa and Olaf than by playing a little charades...

Notes: because @justlookatthosesausages posted about charades pregnancy announcements today I thought I should post this fanfic I wrote in december but didn’t have the courage to post hehe thx to my friends who read it back then on my email blast lol

not exactly the same as the brilliant ideas @justlookatthosesausages had BUT I hope you all still enjoy!

Anna felt like she was about to jump out of her skin. Jittery. Nervous. Excited. Nervexcited. Nervecited. Something like that. That combo word was truly the only one she could make up that could properly describe exactly how she felt.

She’d had a bit of an inkling for a few weeks now, but nothing certain. She still felt vastly unprepared, lacking knowledge of anything remotely scientific about how this was supposed to work, but regardless … now she felt certain. She knew. This was really happening – so soon after she and Kristoff had gotten married. Honestly exactly the way she wanted it. Another check mark on not being alone anymore.

The second she had allowed herself to finally admit it she knew she wanted to tell Elsa. Even though they didn’t live within the same walls anymore, their bond was still one of such great tenacity that Anna couldn’t imagine waiting the recommended three more months to tell her. Even if things went south … Elsa would be there.

But no. Anna wouldn’t consider that. She was too happy and nothing could ruin this moment of epic nervecited-ness.

All Anna had to do was send a little letter over Gale mail requesting the presence of only Elsa and Olaf at Friday game night that week. She loved both Honeymaren and Ryder but felt that maybe she actually should wait a bit longer to tell them, per doctor’s orders. This probably had set off some alarm bells in Elsa’s mind, but Anna didn’t know of another way to do it and honestly this beautiful charades idea was just too juicy to not use. Nervecited. Oh so nervecited.

Anna’s eyes flicked to the clock quickly and she bit her lip, foot tap tap tapping in a frenzy. Elsa was three minutes late.

Anna wanted to scream it out loud for everybody to hear. She couldn’t wait any longer. Instead of screaming, though, she let out a frustrated groan. “Elsa, where are you?!” She dramatically flopped onto the sofa, sighing again and staring with laser focus at the clock, counting the seconds and tapping her feet together to the beat.

Just in time for Kristoff to saunter into the parlor, knowing exactly what a state he was about to find his wife in. “Anna, baby—"

Anna shot up on the couch and sat with her legs zipped together, absent mindedly rubbing her stomach. “Anna baby?! Anna and baby you mean or just Anna, baby like pet name baby? Or both? Sorry … I didn’t mean to cut you off …” She got up from the couch and grabbed Kristoff’s hands. “I’m just so excited and then you said baby and wow we’re having a baby, Kristoff!”

He pulled her into his arms in a tight embrace, Anna virtually disappearing in Kristoff’s large, burly frame. He kissed her forehead tenderly. “I’m really excited, too, Anna.”

“Nervecited?” Anna felt better about her word creation. Smirking.

Kristoff chuckled. “Nervecited for tonight. Excited for the future.” That made Anna’s smirk turn to a beam.

“So did you mean Anna baby or Anna and baby or something more like—”

“Anna, baby. Pet name baby. But Anna and baby is definitely much cuter. So I probably should’ve claimed it.”

Anna laughed a bit and snuggled her head into Kristoff’s strong chest. “I love you.”

He hugged her tighter. If that were even possible. “I love you too, Anna and baby.”

Anna stood up on her tip toes and brought her lips up to Kristoff’s. He responded passionately, parting her lips with his tongue and deepening the kiss. Anna’s arms floated up to Kristoff’s head and she pulled their lips in closer, harder, encircling his tongue with her own. Kristoff’s hands habitually drifted lower and lower until they rested on her rump and he gave both cheeks a playful squeeze. She giggled into his kiss, pushing her pelvis closer up to his pelvis, feeling his excitement growing. Feeling her very own excitement pulsating down below.

A cough. From somewhere in the distance. And then: “Uhhh...”

Kristoff and Anna jumped to attention, taking several paces away from each other, both wiping their lips, Anna smoothing her dress down. They were both nervously laughing. Anna tried to get some words out. “Oh, Elsa we—you’re—wow here you are.”

Kristoff thought he needed to try speaking as well. “We were just—uh—”

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Elsa said, completely deadpan.

“No, no. That’s perfectly all right. We were still … um—” Kristoff cleared his throat. Elsa had caught them probably dozens of times but without fail the most recent always felt like it was the most awkward. Gulp. “Getting organized.”

Anna took a deep breath, brushing off all of the discomfort. She was married now, after all. Much less embarrassing by default. Plus, now that Elsa was here… showtime. “Elsa! So happy to see you!” Anna pranced up to her sister and gave her an enthusiastic embrace. “I’m gonna go wrangle up a snowman and a reindeer… well, not wrangle, but uh—you know what I mean! Be back soon.” She gave a small wave to her husband and sister before dashing off, skipping eagerly in anticipation.

Kristoff let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. “Sorry about—”

Elsa spoke at the same time. “How are—" They both laughed, wishing in that moment they had Anna’s ability to bounce back from any slightly uncomfortable situation. “You don’t need to apologize, Kristoff.”

“Agh, well…” Now he was starting to feel this same nervecited sentiment creeping into himself. He worried about saying anything for fear of spoiling it right then and there. And he knew how much Anna wanted to be the one to tell Elsa.

“How are you enjoying being the Prince Consort?” More than two months with this title and Kristoff still hadn’t gotten used to it. His coronation had been August, a couple weeks after his and Anna’s royal wedding, but Kristoff found he generally avoided the subject of this title that he felt he didn’t deserve.

“Uh—it’s good. I haven’t done much so far, but I did start attending some meetings over the last week...not that anybody takes me seriously—but I think—maybe—they’re starting to?” Whisper around Europe was that the Queen of Arendelle had settled for a commoner. And not just any commoner—an ice harvester at that. Someone who would know nothing of diplomacy despite his yearlong stint in international ice affairs. “Anna is doing great, though. She does all the work. Perfectly, too.”

“I know how Anna’s doing,” Elsa said matter-of-factly. “I was curious about you. I’m glad they’re starting to take you seriously, Kristoff. You deserve that kind of respect.”

Kristoff blushed. “Thanks.”

“Do you think you want to take more of an active role in the future?”

“No, no. Definitely not. I’m happy to watch Anna shine.”

“Might come in handy if you’re still hoping for that big family?”

Before he knew what was happening, Kristoff let out a huge surprised, “Ha!” as he bit his lip, suddenly concerned with how much he could give away out of sheer shock. Somehow, he reigned it in. “Uh—yeah. That’s sort of what I was thinking actually… I mean—we definitely do still want…you know—lots of babies. At some point. I don’t know. Doesn’t need to be soon. It’ll happen when it happens. Which could be… next month or next year or even—”

Truly just in time to rescue Kristoff from utter secret-keeping doom, Anna, Olaf, and Sven came bounding into the parlor. His nervous habit of rambling was getting out of hand, but at least he and Anna had that in common.

“Here we all are! We’re all here! It’s charades time— can you believe it? Another Friday night with the family!” Anna was squealing this in an octave much higher than her normally high voice.

“Hi, Elsa! I missed you!” Olaf snuggled up close to Elsa.

“It’s only been a week…”

“But a BIG week. Right, Kristoff?” Anna just about winked.

“Right,” Kristoff said. Oh dear were they making this obvious. Paired with the fact Ryder and Honeymaren weren’t invited… Elsa probably already knew. Sven winked at both Kristoff and Anna before taking his place by the timer. Kristoff had shared the news with him the second the doctor confirmed their suspicions, reacting with pure elation.

Exactly how she hoped Elsa and Olaf would react tonight… still so nervecited!

Anna couldn’t wait any longer. “Okay everyone, sit sit sit sit sit.” She ushered the three of them to do just that and they followed her orders, after all – she was the Queen.

Right as Anna slumped down on the couch she jumped back up again. “I’ll go first!”

Anna and Kristoff had originally discussed that Anna would not go first but instead go last, since her announcement would almost certainly stop the game. But when Anna set her mind to something … and tonight that something was telling her sister the announcement she was so incredibly beyond excited to share, she was not going to wait even a second longer.

“We’re gonna do this round together, all right? No teams. Winner takes all.” She made a show of picking out the piece of paper, reading what it said. Book. Throwing it to the ground. “Okay… everyone ready?”

Elsa and Kristoff both nodded while Olaf raised his twig arm in the air in a sing-songy, “Yes!”

“Sven, flip the timer!” Anna exclaimed enthusiastically. Here we go. HERE WE GO!

Anna smiled widely. Beamed, really, and giggled. She took both her hands and pointed at her belly with her index fingers.

Olaf went first. “Buttons?”

Anna shook her head.

“Belly button?” No. “Dress?”

Anna shook her head more forcefully and kept pointing to her belly. Kristoff had a matching smile on his face but said nothing.

Elsa, next. “Oh! Corset?” No.

Olaf started rattling off answers. “You… ate too much? Your stomach hurts? Oh—just stomach maybe? Indigestion? You’re hungry? You’re in a food coma!” Anna kept shaking her head vigorously. No, no, no.

“You’re going to throw up?” Elsa added.

Anna smirked, and half nodded half shook her head. Kind of? Or was it more confusing to go down this path?

Nobody was getting it. Anna didn’t know what else to do.

Clearly, they should’ve practiced more. Kristoff always got it on the third try. Hungry? Stomach? Ohmygodyouandyouramazinghusbandkristoffarehavingababy.

“Kristoff you’re not guessing!” Olaf added, confused.

“Oh—uh—right. Guessing. Charades. Right,” Kristoff gulped, knowing he could very well spoil everything. They hadn’t practiced this either. “Uh—stomach?”

“I already guessed that, Kristoff. Keep up,” Olaf said, scowling.

“S… sick?”

Anna couldn’t help but laugh and concurrently shook her head. Kristoff was an awful actor. Truly horrid.

Olaf grimaced. “Okay, Kristoff. Never mind. You can stop guessing now.” Kristoff’s cheeks turned slightly rosy but then he caught a glimpse at Sven grunting and somehow subtly bouncing in panic as he eyed the timer.

“Anna! You’re running out of time!”

Panic set in. She knew she couldn’t try to give this same clue for another round. That would be more confusing than it already was.

So she switched gears. Leaving rehearsed territory. Taking a different charades direction.

Anna pantomimed rocking a baby, pressing her forearms together and moving them side to side.

Elsa raised an eyebrow. “Uh… swing? Holding something … holding a basket?”

Anna shook her head again.

“Holding Olaf!” Olaf exclaimed, very excited about the prospect of this being the answer. “Like that one time I flurried!”

“Carrying something?”

Anna’s eyes lit up. She brought her right arm out and started gesturing for them to keep guessing. They were on the right track. Ish. The closest track they had been on during this game at least.

“Carrying … ice? Carrying … chocolate? Carrying …”

“Olaf!” He was still too excited about this.

Now she sighed. They were not as close as she had hoped. So, she switched gears again, pivoting in her boots to show them her profile, taking her right arm and tracing a big belly on top of her own. A hint of what was to come. And then she pointed to herself. Back to the belly tracing. Then back to herself.

“You… ate too much? Did I already guess that?” Olaf was lost.

But Elsa wasn’t. The penny dropped suddenly, and she had to clap her left hand over her mouth in ecstatic shock. “Anna… are you… ?”

Anna’s squeal was almost deafening. “Yes!” She brought her arms in close, pumping them up and down and up and down before doing the same thing with her whole body. “Yes, yes, yes!” Anna’s eyes were welling up with joyful tears, but she didn’t care enough to wipe them away.

Elsa sprang from the couch and ran over to her sister, grabbing her hands and pulling her in for a hug. “Anna, I’m so happy for you.” Elsa pulled away from the hug and walked over to Kristoff, giving him a tender embrace as well. “And you, too, Kristoff. Congratulations.” She turned back to Anna. “How have you been feeling? How long have you known?”

Anna opened her mouth to answer but Olaf jumped on top of the couch to make himself known.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. What was the answer?”

Anna smiled at him, softly. Clueless in a cute way. “The answer is… I’m going to have a baby... Kristoff and I are having a baby, Olaf.”

“WHAT?! A BABY?! You and Kristoff… I’m an UNCLE?!”

Tears welled in Anna’s eyes again. She could only nod, unable to speak without crying out.

“Where’s the baby?!” Olaf started toddling around the parlor, looking everywhere he thought maybe a baby could be hiding. Under the couch. “Is the baby here?” Behind the door. “Are you here, baby?” He dramatically pulled the curtains. “Ah-hah! I know you’re hiding back here!” His face fell when he only saw windows on the other side.

Anna, Kristoff, and Elsa were all in stitches. “Olaf…the baby’s in here.” Anna put her hands on her stomach.

“Hiding under your dress?”

Anna tried to gather herself enough in between giggles to answer him properly. “The baby’s inside of me right now. It’s really tiny. Just started growing … but for the next few months my stomach is gonna get bigger and bigger because the baby will get bigger, and then it’ll be born once it’s big enough and then maybe it’ll be hiding behind the curtains.”

“You don’t have a big belly at all, Anna.”

“No, not yet. The baby is really, really small right now. The doctor told me not to tell anybody until I can feel it moving, which won’t be for a few more months, but I just couldn’t wait to tell you!”

Understanding lit up on Elsa’s face. “That’s why Honeymaren and Ryder weren’t invited.”

“You caught us,” Kristoff said. Anna grabbed Kristoff’s arm and leaned in closer to him, resting her head on his chest. Kristoff readjusted to put his arm around her, pulling her in to kiss her forehead.

Olaf still felt he had some unresolved question. “But… how did it get in there? Did you eat something special?”

Kristoff dropped his arm and quickly became utterly stiff. Anna’s cheeks flushed red and Elsa laughed. She definitely knew this was coming.

“Agh—that’s… that’s a question. Yup. That’s a … question.” Kristoff was floundering.

“Uh-huh! That’s why I asked it!”

Kristoff realized his mistake in speaking right away. He tried to deflect. “Elsa? Anna? Anything to add?”

“Nope. All you, husband.”

“El…Elsa?”

“Sorry, Kristoff.”

Olaf stared at the three of them wide eyed in anticipation. He knew this answer had to be a good one if it took them this long to figure out who was going to explain it.

“Well… when Anna and I got married… and not before that. No, no, no. Definitely not before that,” Kristoff kept making some cringy nervous laughter sound that made everything that much more uncomfortable. But he knew Olaf had a big mouth and wanted to make sure he didn’t go blabbing to everyone around town about this. "Definitely not in sleds and closets and Elsa’s old study and—"

Elsa grimaced. “My former study?! When I used it?!”

“and forests and pantries—" Why did he always rattle off way too much information when he got nervous?

“Slow down there, honey,” Anna said, cheeks red as roses.

“Yes…right—uh—well, once we got married, we took… we really loved. Uh—what I mean to say is—when we are alone…sometimes—agh,” Kristoff kept looking at Anna and Elsa, hoping that they would rescue him, but they both shook their heads at his futile attempt. He groaned. Loudly. “Yes. Anna ate this special… pie? That… the trolls baked. For us. To have a baby. Uh-huh. You’re right, Olaf. She ate something special.”

Anna and Elsa were both hiding behind their hands, trying their best to suppress the laughter that threatened to escape. Sven brought his foot to his eyes in disgrace.

“Oh! Neat! Wow. I can’t wait to one day eat this pie and have little baby Olafs running around.” Olaf jumped in the air, happy to finally have some answers to help him with his carefully cultivated newfound wisdom. “Elsa, you can ask your questions now.”

Finally. Elsa had been waiting for this for far too long. “When did you find out?”

“I haven’t been uh – unwell since … September?” Anna never loved having to refer to her monthly gift as being unwell but sometimes she felt the need to come off as prim and proper in front of her sister. Some kind of residual need to impress Elsa, even though Elsa was impressed with her sister almost 100% of the time.

“August,” Kristoff said. Remembering an unfortunately messy tryst in the kitchen in the middle of the night that they spent far too long cleaning up, giggling like delirious school children the whole time.

Anna remembered this too and blushed. “August,” she repeated in a much cheerier tone, a bit of a wink directed at her husband. Elsa let out a surprised laugh. “I only let myself think it for real this week though. A few days ago, really,” Anna smiled at her husband. They had had a great last couple of days. “The doctor said the baby will probably come in May.”

“Whoooaaaaa. That’s so long from now,” Olaf said.

“How have you been feeling?”

“Mostly okay… I guess a little bit tired. Kristoff has been handling my morning meetings,” Anna said before adding in a whisper, “He didn’t wake me up until noon today.”

“Keeping up with your queenly duties while with child must be pretty difficult,” Elsa said, thankful to not have to deal with leading a kingdom anymore.

“Not if I get to sleep until noon every day!”

“It helps me, too, since uh—she’s been pretty—uh—moody... even more so if she has an early morning,” Kristoff explained.

Anna’s voice got lower, louder, angrier. “Oh, come on, who asked you?!” The second those words came out of her mouth she clapped her hand over her mouth started laughing. The others all joined in, always appreciating Anna’s ability to laugh at herself at any time. “He’s right!”

“And … have you been able to eat? I didn’t really want to bring this up earlier, but you look quite thin.” Elsa had noticed for the last couple weeks that Anna’s collarbones were protruding a bit more than they usually did.

Anna sighed. “Not really. Well, I can eat I guess but it won’t really … stay in there? If you know what I mean. I’d say I haven’t been able to eat much for … two weeks now?”

Kristoff nodded. He had started keeping a journal to get all of these things straight ahead of fatherhood.

“Actually, the only thing I’ve been able to keep down is … chocolate.” Anna’s eyes lit up as she sang that word. Chocolate. The most perfect of all the foods. “And on that note… honey?” Anna held out her right hand to her husband.

“Got you, baby.” He pulled out some carefully wrapped truffles from his vest pocket. Elsa and Olaf looked at each other and then back at Kristoff. Not something they expected. He shrugged. “I keep these truffles in my pockets at all times.”

“My hero,” Anna said, swooning, popping truffle after truffle into her mouth.

“Do you have any extra for me there, Kristoff?” Elsa smiled. “They smell delicious.”

Kristoff chuckled as he somehow produced even more truffles and dropped them into Elsa’s hands. “I swear you two should enter a chocolate eating contest or something.”

“Well you know we’d win.” Kristoff could only guess that was what his wife said as her mouth was overflowing and spilling of chocolate.

“Did you make these yourself?” Elsa’s words were also barely comprehensible.

Kristoff nodded. “Gotta make sure Anna has her chocolate fix at least eight times a day.”

She giggled. “He really knows how to please me,” Anna said before realizing the slightly different implications her words could take on. “Ah—uh—not in that way. I mean, obviously in that way… because you know, the baby and all. I mean not—not actually obviously because I ate that cake thingie from the trolls. And that’s why…”

“Slow down there, honey,” Kristoff said, smirking and snaking his arm around her waist. “And it was a pie, remember?”

“Yes—yes. Of course! The pie thingie. From the trolls!”

Despite Anna trying way too hard to remedy this situation for the sake of Olaf’s preserved innocence, Olaf paid no mind. Honestly, he probably paid very little attention to that last bit of conversation generally. His questions were more interesting than Elsa’s anyway. As a result, he dramatically collapsed onto the couch. “I can’t believe we have to wait until May. That’s…” Olaf started counting on his twig fingers. “Seven months away?”

“But it’ll fly by, I’m sure… uh, and—” Anna had no idea why she felt nervous asking this of her sister, but she did, and she couldn’t ignore it. “Elsa, I’d love you to be there… when the baby’s born. If you want to, I mean. I don’t want to pressure you into anything since it’ll probably be, well—graphic. And everything.”

“I’d love to,” Elsa said, smiling. Feeling her heart swell. Anna let out a sigh of relief. No reason to be worried.

“Can I come?!” Olaf jumped in the air, but Anna shook her head and simply ignored him. Way too graphic for a snowman.

“Kristoff thought maybe he would send you something through Gale mail and then you could ride Nokk. You know, in case it happens quickly.”

“Wow you’ve really thought things through.”

“Kristoff has been working on an entire birth plan. And it’s very detailed. You should see his journals.” He was tracking her symptoms and her cycle and the weeks. He read countless books on pregnancy, transcribing pages upon pages of what happens on a week to week basis. And all of this in just a few days… his childbirth repertoire would only grow over the coming months.

But still he only shrugged. Oh-so-humble. “I want to know what she’s going through. So I can be there for her, fully, every single step of the way.” Elsa beamed. She was so happy that Kristoff was the man Anna had decided was her happily ever after.

“Awww,” Anna said, holding her hands close to her heart.

“When are you going to tell Honeymaren and Ryder? It’s going to be so hard to not give it away!”

“Whichever Friday comes after I feel the baby start moving. Oh, oh! We can do some more charades! You can even guess your horrible answers again to throw them off track!” Anna said, “Oh, oh, OH! And maybe I’ll be showing by then and I don’t even have to mime it I can just, like, show it. Uh—wordplay totally intended.”

Before Elsa knew it, she had tears pooling in her eyes. She didn’t think she was one for tears but seeing her little sister beaming talking about her future family overwhelmed Elsa with emotions. “I’m so happy for you, Anna.”

“Aww!” Anna bounded up to her sister and brought Elsa into her arms. When she pulled away, she noticed how Elsa’s tears glistened in the moonlight, instantly feeling hot tears stinging her own eyes the second she did. She could barely get out: “Elsa… are you crying?”

Elsa started laughing but the tears spilled from her eyes and down her cheeks. Noticing Anna’s tears, Elsa started wiping them away with her thumbs. “And you’re crying, too.”

“You know I’m an empathetic crier,” Anna said, hugging her sister again.

“I’m just … so thrilled for you two. And I’m really excited to be an aunt.” Elsa squeezed Anna tighter and then beckoned for Kristoff to join. Olaf ran up to them and hugged Anna’s legs, shedding some wholesome and loving snowman tears in the process. Sven wedged his way in to lay his head on Anna’s shoulders. A group hug. The original family. All they needed was Sven to complete their family portrait.

They basked in each other’s warmth for a while, enjoying the tender moment. Thinking about how much was going to change, but at the same time knowing how much would stay the same. Them, holding each other. This. Hugs, love. Family. Although the family was getting bigger and would likely keep getting bigger… as long as they had each other, they knew that the only changes would be for the better. Because love is the one thing in life that’s permanent.

#kristanna #frozen #fanfic #fanfiction

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lonelypond · 4 years

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Nico Attacks: A Campfire Tale, Chapter 3

NicoMaki, NozoEli, Love Live, 1.6K, 3/4

Eli and Umi make their separate ways back to camp while Maki's night of adventure continues.

And Then There Was One

Eli was concentrating on holding Vik’s hand tightly, but not too tightly as they made their way back to camp, focusing on the flashlight beam, forcing herself not to see out of the tunnel vision, not to hear the noises, focusing on how cute Vik looked, wolf ears bobbing as they happily chattered about how much fun camping was.

And then there was a brighter light ahead and a silhouette Eli would know anywhere. “Nozomi!”

“Mommy!” Vik ran toward Nozomi, who hefted them up easily with one arm. Nozomi might look soft, but Eli had always been impressed by her strength, both physical and emotional.

“Hi!” Nozomi’s voice was the warmth and bright Eli needed right now and she hurried to get in on the hug. “Missed you.”

A family moment and then Nozomi put Vik back down, “Why don’t you go find Teddy and tell her what you and Aunt Nico did.”

“Okay.”

Vik disappeared through the trees and then Nozomi snapped off the flashlight, causing Eli to freeze like ice had suddenly coalesced around her.

“Nozomi.” Eli couldn’t keep the whine out of her voice, “Turn that back on.”

“But Eli, you’re so cute when you’re clingy.”

“Nozomi!” Eli kept her hands behind her back, she’d learned long ago it was risky to reach for her wife when Nozomi was in this impish, playful mood, “Did you know Nico was going to this?”

Nozomi’s response was a giggle as she stepped closer to Eli, her hand reaching for Eli’s waist.

“But Maki’s having fun isn’t she?”

“I’m not.” Eli grumbled.

“You could be.”

“Nozomi.” Eli could feel the thrill, at war with the embarrassment and the fear. In the dark, she couldn’t see the dare in Nozomi’s eye, but it was a familiar mood. And they’d been busy, and not really had enough time for each other, Nozomi’s hands had just found that spot, and Eli could only feel Nozomi and not the tree at her back.

“You’re lovely,” Nozomi whispered and Eli reached forward to grab the steadiest support in her world.

###

“Caught.” Umi stated matter-of-factly as she lifted the net near Maki’s shoulder.

“Can you get this off me?”

Umi considered. The wind howled again, sounding even more artificial than 30 seconds ago. Then there was a weighted, expectant silence, long enough for Umi to pull out her clasp knife again and suddenly speakers blasted from everywhere, Maki and Umi and Eli’s Soldier Game singles vocal tracks amplified loud enough to make the leaves still clinging fall. But it wasn’t right. Maki frowned, her hands pulling at the netting, wanting to rip a hole so she could find the speakers and demolish them.

“That doesn’t sound...right.”

“It’s not...Nico-chan remixed it,” Maki’s voice was thin with anger, “She took the damn songs and transposed them into a major key. And picked up the tempo.”

“Why?”

Maki hissed, “She’s making it ‘cuter.’”

Umi froze, and then laughter roared out. “Hits you where it hurts.”

“My ears?” Maki raised her hands, the netting making the gesture slow.

“Your ego.”

“I don’t have an ego. This isn’t subjective in any way. There’s the songs the way I composed them and now, there’s the songs Nico’s bastardized.”

Umi held up her knife, sliding it under a string. And then, as Maki made encouraging sounds, Umi pulled the knife out, stepped back, and flipped it shut with a grand gesture.

“This really seems like a private marital squabble.”

“UMI!”

Umi nodded her head, “Yes, I think it’s time for the Diamond Princess to be rescued by her Ruby Rogue.”

“C’mon, Umi, don’t do this.”

“Thank Nico for the stimulating evening.”

“UMI!”

And with a bow, Umi wandered off, toward the main cabin, whistling “Cutie Panther.”

###

Laughter really was the cure for fright, Umi thought as she chuckled at the memory of Nico’s antics over the years, from the haunted doll set up in the club room to this. Always impressive attention to details. Nico had just started directing music videos. She was going to be really good at it, Umi realized. Now low drifts of mist rose around Umi from the creek to her left. Umi knelt her keychain flashlight shining on melting chunks of dry ice. Nico was close. Umi turned the light off and waited, listening.

A low groan started, rising in volume. Not Nico. She would have done a better job of disguising her voice and stretching out scary thrills. This was light, fast, silly...definitely Rin. Umi crept forward cautiously, waiting to trigger the opening act for whatever Nico had roped Rin into. With a loud crack, a branch swung, clearing two feet over where Maki’s head would have been (she’d gained 2 cm on Eli). Timed to the crack, a short ghost jumped at Umi.

“BOO!”

Umi laughed and put a hand on Rin’s shoulder, “Hi, Rin.”

“HEY! You’re supposed to be scared. You’re also supposed to be Maki.” Rin crossed her arms over, catching some of the folds of the sheet scattered with flourescents as she did. Nico must have a black light set up.

“Left Maki in the net.”

Rin thought about that for a few seconds, and then went to push past Umi, “I have to see that.”

Umi shook her head, “She’s probably out by now and looking for Nico.”

“Shoulda gotten a picture.”

“Who says I didn’t?”

“Let me see.”

“First, we get back to camp.” Umi glanced at her watch, also fluorescent under the black light, “It’s time for Kaito to go to bed. Kotori will indulge him.”

“We’re camping, Umi.”

“Routines are important.”

“Boo. Bedtimes are boring.”

“You have a child not a curfew, Rin.”

“You’ve never closed down anything in your life.”

“Just this conversation. Let’s go.” Umi had decoded Nico’s trail sign and set off for camp.

###

Maki wanted earplugs. This was the worst thing yet, this loop of Soldier Game and Bibi songs, twisted just enough to be annoying. Not even earplugs, she wanted to be a turtle, and pull her head in her shell, and just sit here and wait it out until Nico was bored or exhausted or out of ideas. But Nico was never out of ideas. That was part of the fascination, how Nico could hop with quicksilver speed from wild thought to weirder inspiration and still stay so solidly grounded as wife, mother, and professional. It was dizzying sometimes, but Nico always made sure they landed safely somewhere, usually bed.

Maki grimaced. It was too early for that thought, she was annoyed at Nico, not hot for Nico. Okay, always hot for Nico but there was definitely going to be a phase where she refused to admit it. Maki pulled at the netting, it still refused to just tear. She dropped to her knee, the edges were slightly weighted, but with careful movements, Maki managed to work it over her head. Shaking it off as she stood, she reoriented herself. Umi had left the camping lantern. There was nothing but trees and woody shadows to be seen as far as its light shone. Unless Nico had decided to impersonate a dryad, she wasn’t lingering to see Maki struggle with the net. Leave the music and run, that had been her strategy. Maybe Umi had stumbled over her.

The adrenaline buzz of a challenge was wearing off. If Maki had those speakers within reach, she’d rip them out of the trees. Umi had gone to the left, but Maki knew by the creek that that trail headed back to camp, which left Maki guessing that to the right would bring her to the cabin. But would it bring her to Nico? Or just more nonsense? Maki sighed, running her fingers through her hair. Still sticky. Once she got to the cabin, Maki was going to lock all the doors and windows, blast music Nico couldn’t stand, and soak for hours. Everyone else could go back to Tokyo.

###

“There’s a whole song called "Autumn In New York", Nico. I added it to my set. People LOVE it.”

Honoka’s voice carried through the trees as Rin and Umi approached the camp. But why did she sound like she was on a call with Nico? Neither of them should be fireside right now.

Umi stepped into the light of the campfire, ahead of Rin. Nico was sitting, smug, comfortable, on a camp stool, mug in hand, phone propped on a low table. Rin immediately dodged around Umi and ran for the tent she was sharing with Hanayo, Tora, Dia, and Ruby, giving Nico a thumbs up.

Nico was paying no attention to anyone physically present. “Post a video. Nico wants to see. Maybe from Central Park. It’s pretty there this time of year.”

“Nico.” Umi said sternly. Nico looked up, surprised.

“UMI!” Honoka’s excited tone brought Kotori out of the tent she had claimed for their family.

“Why are you here, Nico? You are supposed to be in the woods…” Umi searched for a word…”shenaniganing. I left Maki in a net. You were going to rescue her.”

“That’s not on my schedule.” Nico sipped.

“What exactly is on your schedule?” Umi glanced down at the phone, where Honoka, her hair now long, was gleefully watching the exchange. Kotori wrapped Umi in a hug, but Umi refused to allow herself to be soothed.

Nico raised her mug, “Maki rescues herself, tears everything out of the trees, and stomps off her anger while Nico has a warming drink.”

Honoka sounded like she was bouncing. “Next year, I want to help you make a haunted house, Nico. How about at the beach? Skeleton mermaids crawling up to the house.”

Umi rubbed her forehead, “Can we get Maki back safe this year, first.”

“Nico has everything handled."

“What’s next?"

“Ooohh, what are you gonna do next?” Honoka sounded like the Ayase twins about to unleash a prank.

Nico grinned, leaning forward, “The best kind of trick.”

“And that is?” Umi let herself relax back into Kotori, exasperation winning.

“A treat.” Nico winked.

A/N: Have been working on three concurrent Poe projects so only a little time for fanfic. What's your Halloween like this strange year? I'm watching ParaNorman with an open text chat.

#NicoMaki #NozoEli #Halloween #pranks #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #Ayase Eli #Sonoda Umi #Hoshizora Rin #Tojo Nozomi #camping #Soldier Game #Nico Attacks

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hms-chill · 5 years

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The Dewey Decimal System, and Other Love Languages

Alternate Title: Love in the Time of Midterms

Summary: A few weeks into his job at the library, a patron asks Henry where to find “the gay books”, kicking off half a semester of pining.

Henry is finishing shelving a cart of large print books when his life changes forever.

"Excuse me, hi. Do you have any gay books?" The boy asking is around Henry's age. He's short, and he's dressed casually in a polo and jeans, dress shoes and backpack categorizing him as a student at the local college. Henry's brain notes that he's attractive, though Henry refuses to acknowledge that thought.

"Of course! Fiction or nonfiction?"

"Oh. I... I guess either one? I wasn't sure I'd get to pick." Henry isn't offended that this handsome college student wouldn't think there were queer books in the library. He isn't, not in the slightest, offended that he seems to think the library is stuck in the 1940s. He refuses to let the other boy see how not offended he is, and he certainly doesn't use the excuse to show off a bit and display just how many queer books the library has.

"Alright, well, for nonfiction, you're going to want the early 300s for books on gender and sexuality. I believe it's somewhere between 303 and 307, and I want to say 306, but I've only been here a couple weeks and don't know the Dewey decimal system as well as I'd like to. I don't get to shelve much nonfic. If you're looking for fiction, we don't exactly have a queer section, but I could direct you to some that I've enjoyed or heard about."

"That would be good."

"If you like Greek mythology, Madeline Miller's A Song of Achilles is very queer. So are most of Rick Riordan's books, especially his later series. If you like travel novels or adventure books, Mackenzie Lee's The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue has a bi lead, and the sequel focuses on his aro/ace sister. If you're into fantasy or fantastic realism, Maggie Stiefvater's The Raven Cycle has queer characters, and Leigh Bardugo's Six of Crows is a heist story with a bunch of queer characters. There's also How to Fix a Mechanical Heart, Georgia Peaches and Other Forbidden Fruit, and Kiss Number 8 in YA, though I haven't read those. In sci-fi, I haven't gotten around to them, but the Welcome to Night Vale novels under Fink would almost certainly have queer representation. The main character of the podcast is gay. He wrote an Alice Isn't Dead novel, too, and that podcast is about a woman looking for her wife, so I can't imagine the book would be... Sorry; this is probably more than you want." The other boy is typing furiously on his phone, brow furrowed just a bit as he tries to get everything down. The way his tongue pokes out the side of his mouth most certainly isn't the cutest thing Henry has seen all day. He has a dog, after all. David is, objectively, much cuter than a handsome boy seriously taking notes on queer fiction that Henry likes.

"This is good. It's perfect. Thank you," the boy says, still looking at his phone. He looks up a moment later, suddenly quieter, to ask, "Um, another question; do you have any books on mental health?"

"Mid or late 100s I think. They're before mythology in the 200s, but I'm not entirely sure where, sorry."

"No, don't be sorry. You're new. That's perfect. Thank you. Have a nice ga-- day. Have a nice day."

"You, too. If you need anything else, I'm working until six, and I spend a lot of time shelving in the kids room. I'd be happy to help."

"Okay. Yeah, thanks. Have a good one." With that, the boy turns to leave, and Henry finishes shelving his cart, trying to forget the other boy's smile and the way he'd furiously typed every book Henry recommended. He tries to forget the other boy's hesitation to ask about mental health books, the endearing shyness that most definitely did not tug at Henry's heartstrings. After all, there really isn't a point pining over a patron he'll never see again.

As it turns out, Henry does see the patron again. He's back a few days later, and Henry looks up just in time to see him dump a massive stack of books into the return slot. He smiles at Henry, making a beeline over to where he's shelving.

"Hi again, um, do you have any cookbooks?"

"Upstairs; 641."

"What the fuck. Hod do you do that?"

"We have a lot of cookbooks, and they're popular. I reshelve them a lot." It's really not that impressive of a thing to know. Some of Henry's coworkers know the Dewey decimal system forwards and backwards, but the other boy is looking at him like he's just done something incredible."

"What else do you have memorized?"

"Um, let's see. World War II is in the 940s. Current politics are in the 900s; The Meuller Report is in the 990s I think. I shelved that a lot. Mythology is in the 200s, folklore and fairy tales and stuff the late 300s. UFOs, cryptids, that kind of thing in the 90s, and computer stuff before that. Hobbies are in the 690s or 790s. Animals are 590s; sharks in particular are... 597? No. 587. I think. Airplanes 626. 808 is short stories, poems are after that and then by 811 you're into plays. Workout and health stuff is before cookbooks, so 639 or 640. Queer and gender stuff 306. Biography 900s is princess books, and 400s are foreign language. Travel is the late 800s or early 900s I think; they're in the back somewhere."

"That's incredible. I thought you said you were new. How long have you been here?" He's so impressed, and Henry isn't sure he's ever felt so proud of something so simple. The fact that this random patron is one of two people in the city to actually compliment him recently certainly doesn't help with the crush he's working hard not to develop.

"About three weeks."

"Holy sh-- cow. You're so smart. How are you this smart?"

Henry feels his face start to go red. "It's just one of those things you pick up."

"Still, it's incredible."

"Thank you. But you needed a cookbook? Any type in particular? We have a pretty large collection, so I can show you the online catalog if you want. It can give you more exact information than I can."

"Yeah, but if you teach me to use the catalogue, I won't have an excuse to come bother you." He winks, leaning against a shelf, and he really doesn't have any business looking so carefree and handsome. He came here to check things out, not get checked out. Not that Henry is doing any checking out.

"Well, I wouldn't mind if you still come bother me. It's a nice break from the monotony. The catalogue could just help for when I'm wrong or not here."

"Alright, fine. I'm not sure how much help a search is going to be, though. I doubt there's a book called What to Make When You Invite Your Family to Your College Apartment to Tell Them You're Bi." He freezes for a second, and Henry knows all too well the sudden nerves, the tense moment of waiting for a reaction.

"If you find one, let me know. I'm sure I could adapt it for being gay," he says, and the other boy relaxes. When he looks up, his smile is back, and he follows Henry to a computer catalogue.

He comes down from the cookbook section nearly an hour later, three cookbooks in his arms. He's headed for the checkout, but he turns when he sees Henry with an empty cart.

"Hey, hi. I, um, well, I found a rainbow cookbook. I'll have to change the colors and things, but I thought maybe I could do something from that? Like a layer cake with a pride flag or something? I mean, I know they'll be okay with it. At least I think they will. My... my dad's pretty catholic, but we have a family friend who's gay and my dad's done a ton to look after and fight for him. We all love him. And my best friend is bi, and they've practically adopted her so it should be okay. I don't... I don't think it'll go badly, but... sorry. This isn't part of your job."

"I don't mind. You're making a cake with a pride flag; what else are you going to make? Would it help to talk it through?"

"Sure. Yeah. I'm thinking elote, since we made that a lot growing up, and one of these has a recipe for doing it on a stovetop instead of a grill. And then I was thinking ribs, but I don't have a grill, so I thought instead I'd make some pulled pork? It's got that barbecue thing that'll go well with the elote, and it's really easy to make a lot, so I can just tell everyone at once and get it over with. And if there's extra I can freeze it."

"I think it sounds good, and it sounds like they'll be happy to support you. I can tell they mean a lot to you; you're lucky to have them. You'll have to let me know how it goes if we bump into each other again."

"I will, yeah. Thank you. You've been wonderful."

"Good luck."

The other boy smiles and goes to check out, and Henry takes his cart back to the staff room, hoping he'll get an update soon.

On Monday, the other boy is back, and he comes up to Henry with a giant grin.

"It went well! It was so good. My mom got a bunch of brochures about staying safe, which was awkward but it's how she shows love, and my dad didn't care, and my sister won't stop trying to get me to join tinder so she can set me up with someone. They... they love me, and they don't care that I'm bi. It doesn't matter."

Henry grins. "I'm so happy for you. That's huge."

"Thank you so much for everything. Seriously, talking to you helped a lot."

"It was the least I could do."

"No, it-- I'm trying to say thank you; just let me."

"Alright."

"Thank you for letting me talk to you about coming out. Was that so hard? You're more important to people than you give yourself credit for. Anyway, I've got to run to a thing, but I wanted to stop in and see you. And update you. And thank you. You helped."

He's gone before Henry can respond, but he's surprised to realize he can't stop smiling for the rest of his shift.

Over the next few weeks, Henry sees and hears a lot of the things that happen in the library. He hears a little boy complain that there's loud noises in the library, and he hears the woman with that little boy explain that by yelling, he is the loud noise in the library. Henry sees a little girl falling asleep on a parent's lap as they read to her. He sees the handsome boy from before help a fourth grader through her math homework in a tutoring session and hears him talking to a little boy about Nancy Drew. He doesn't see everything, though. He doesn't see the mystery patron re-shelve some of the books that are out of order, making Henry's job easier. He doesn't hear the other boy call his sister on his way out to gush about the cute librarian he just saw teach a mom how to find Percy Jackson books so she could teach her son. What he does get used to seeing, though, is the same cute boy, settled at a table that Henry walks past regularly.

By the time midterms roll around, Henry's gotten used to seeing the other boy in the library. On the first day of midterms week, he's already there when Henry's shift starts. Henry, who has three essays due soon and only one started, plans to stay in the library when he gets off work. If he can't find any open tables, well, it must be due to midterms. He certainly didn't avoid looking in a few less popular places in order to justify going up to the table where his mystery patron is sitting. The other boy looks up with a smile.

"Do you mind if I sit? It's full everywhere else. I swear I'll be quiet; I've just got to draft an essay."

"Not at all. Here; let me slide some stuff over. What's your essay on?"

"Identity and fluidity in Virginia Woolf's Orlando. What are you working on?"

"A study guide for the politics of international economics."

"Sounds thrilling."

"What are you writing on? A book about Florida?" and god, Henry has to fight not to laugh just a bit.

"A book about Virginia Woolf's girlfriend."

"No way. Wasn't she like... old?"

"The 1920s aren't that old; we have examples of queer folks going back to the 400s BCE. Sappho's poetry would be in either the 200s or 808 if we have any, and tons of queer folks from Julie d'Aubigny to Alexander Hamilton are in biographies."

"Maybe later. Tell me about your essay; I can't study anymore."

"Okay, so, this book is a fake biography of a person named Orlando who, halfway through, changes from a man to a woman. I'm arguing that by using water to symbolize major change, Woolf signals to readers that their sex change isn't actually a big deal in their identity. Basically, every time Orlando gets a new opportunity or something else major happens, there's water involved somehow. But when their sex changes, which at first glance is the most drastic thing that happens to them, there's no water anywhere. In fact, there's fire, and that fire is mentioned a few different times. So I'm arguing that this shows readers that gender doesn't actually have that much impact on who someone is, but it's instead just how we present to the world. Therefore, it shouldn't matter if Virginia's in love with a woman, because Vita's just another human, and this whole thing is just a massive love letter to Vita and also a screw you to everyone else, because they all knew it was about Vita and Virginia didn't care."

"Wait, people knew? People knew they were lesbians."

"Well, they were probably both bi, and Virginia was probably demi-romantic, but it's not fair to put labels on them because all of those terms are more modern than these women. But yes, people knew they were dating. Vita's mom complained that Virginia stole her daughter."

"That's incredible,"

"Portrait of a Marriage by Nigel nicholson, Vita's son, is probably upstairs in biographies. Chapter five especially goes into detail on their open relationships."

The other boy laughs at that, throwing his whole body back as he does. He has the weight of five midterms on his shoulders, but for the duration of that laugh, he is happy and free and light as a feather.

"You're amazing. I'll let you write your essay, but just know. You're incredible."

Henry pulls out his laptop and opens the file for his essay, but it's a good five minutes before he can start to actually write anything. When he's finished, he nearly asks the other boy to get dinner with him. He doesn't; he can't. He's not confident enough. Instead, he just wishes the other boy good luck on his test as he says goodbye.

When Henry gets to work on Wednesday, it doesn't look like his patron has moved. When Henry gets a bit of a break, he texts Pez, who responds immediately with a series of emojis. The man is an enigma, but fifteen minutes later, he's arrived with two of the cookies Henry made them the night before. Henry takes them to the table where his favorite patron sits, the eye of a storm of notes, highlighters, empty coffee cups, and granola bar wrappers.

"Hello. Sorry to bother you, but you look like you could use these," Henry says, setting the cookies on the table as he passes.

"What... thank you! Thanks."

Henry is gone before the other boy can say more, his face going red. He doesn't see the little smile that spreads across the other boy's face or the way his whole body relaxes as he bites into the first cookie. When he passes the table again, though, he does see an empty bag and a somewhat refreshed patron.

As midterms pass and life settles down a bit, the table where his patron sits starts to be empty occasionally. Henry tries not to miss the boy who used to sit there, surrounded by clutter and wearing adorable glasses. He must have other things happening, a life outside of class work and study sessions. Still, it's a bright spot in Henry's day to see the familiar backpack in a chair, even without his patron at the table.

He finds his patron a few minutes later, or more accurately, his patron finds him.

"Excuse me, hi. Do you happen to have any books about how to ask out the hot librarian who's super smart and puts up with my constant nagging and helped me come out to my family and brought me cookies during midterms?"

Henry freezes, then says, "If we did, I would assume the first suggestion would be to tell this person your name." He's doing his best to stay calm, but the other boy isn't making it easy. He's leaning against a bookshelf, casually, like asking to date another boy in a public place is the easiest thing in the world.

"Did I not... fuck, I-- I'm Alex. Alexander Claremont-Diaz. Sorry. Shit. Yours is on your nametag and I just kinda assumed we... sorry."

"Alex, it's nice to meet you. I'm Henry. Back to your question, if we had such a book, I would assume it would also suggest waiting until the person you want to ask out is off work. But, when he's not on the clock and can be his own person, you shouldn't have any problem. You're smart, and you're nice, and you're good looking."

"You think?"

"I do. And you didn't ask, but I get off at six, and I don't have dinner plans."

With that, Henry finishes sorting his cart and walks away to shelve it, leaving Alexander Claremont-Diaz, mystery patron, grinning behind him.

On AO3

Notes:

To my knowledge as someone who's worked at a library for a month, the Dewey decimal numbers in this are accurate. 306 is definitely gay books, and that'll be the case at any library that uses this system. Also, the fiction books mentioned are all real and queer. Especially Orlando. - Speaking of Orlando, read it! It's so good! I'm working on the play (adapted by Sarah Ruhl, who's incredible) and I'm in love with it.

#henry fox mountchristen windsor #henry fox mountchristen windsor x alex claremont diaz #alex claremont diaz #rwrb #rwrb fic #my fic: rwrb #red white and royal blue #it's the library au #library au #FirstPrince #rwrb au

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peter-parkouuuur · 5 years

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Chapter 13: Peter “Whipped” Parker (Spider-boy - Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)

Apologies for the late update! Just wanted to make a really long chapter and was finally able to write one, yay!

Also, I’ve been mourning for the whole Sony-MCU thing so it kind of took me a few days to recover.... Sadness Everdeen :((((

Enjoy! Xx

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12

Monday:

“Great job today, Peter.” Mr. Harrington, the Academic Decathlon and Science Club coach & mentor pats Peter on the back the second they walk out the classroom.

Peter just nods weakly. He’s been feeling more drained than ever. It’s been 3 weeks since his trip to Madrid with the Starks and he hasn’t seen his girlfriend in person since they arrived. Mainly because of Tony Stark grounding Y/n for all the PDA action they did in Madrid.

“So I was thinking, maybe you want to help me finish my lego Millennium Falcon set. It has over 7500 pieces.” Ned suggests as the two of them begin to walk along the hallway.

“I’m kinda not in the mood to build legos right now, Ned.” Peter sighs.

“You’ve had the same look on your face for the past 2 weeks, Parker.” MJ who’s standing right behind him, says with a straight face.

“Sorry about that, I’ve been having trouble with uh, personal stuff.” Peter rubs the back of his head.

“Did Y/n break up with you?” Ned asks.

“No! Nothing like that.” Peter clarifies.

“Did she dump you for a taller, cuter guy with a trust fund?” Mj chimes in.

“No, she’s still my girlfriend! I just… I haven’t seen her in almost 3 weeks that’s all.” Peter replies.

“You make it sound like you didn’t have a life before her.” MJ scoffs.

“I did. I just….. It’s my first real relationship, you know? I don’t know how the whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing works.” Peter reasons out.

“Did I hear it right? Penis Parker just said that he has a girlfriend?” Flash runs across Peter and sticks his middle finger out.

They walk out the school door but Ned halts to a stop all of the sudden.

“I also don’t know how relationships work but is the girl designated to visit the boyfriend after school on a Monday?” Ned looks at Peter skeptically.

Peter just furrows his eyebrows at him. Ned points to Y/n who is standing beside a black Audi A8.

You wave at Peter with a huge smile on your face.

“I have to go?” Peter looks at his friends before running towards Y/n.

“What are you doing here?” Peter asks you, slightly panting from the short run.

“I came here to surprise you!” She giggles.

“Best surprise ever.” Peter grins at you and pulls you in for a kiss.

Tony isn’t known for being a strict dad, but seeing Peter and Y/n together triggered him to go full on-Dad mode. He grounded Y/n for 3 weeks, locked the windows in Y/n’s room, and only allowed texts and phone calls as a means of communication between the two teenagers. It’s been difficult, but it makes a moment like this, sweeter and more exciting.

Peter wraps his arms around you, pushing you slightly against your car, attacking you with his kisses. His tongue makes his way to your mouth as the two of you kiss as if… well, as if, you haven’t kissed one another for three weeks. You pull your head away as Peter kisses your jaw and your neck.

“Peter, your friends are looking.” You hold your boyfriend by the biceps.

“Let them. I haven’t seen you in three weeks. I need some Y/n Stark loving.” Peter whispers in your ear before kissing you on the lips again.

“You are so cheesy. We have all the time in the world, Peter Parker.” You pull him away from you.

“Let me go say hi to Ned.” You tell him.

“Yeah, I’ll come with.” He grabs your hand and entwines your fingers together.

“Hi, Ned! Haven’t seen you in a while.” You reach out to hug Ned but Peter won’t let go of your hand.

You look at your boyfriend weirdly but he just gives you a sweet smile.

“Side hug would do.” Ned hugs you with one arm.

“You must be the girlfriend.” A brunette-haired girl smiles at you weakly.

“You must be the famous MJ Peter’s been talking about. Nice to finally meet you, I’m Y/n.” You put your free hand out for her to shake.

You shake hands for a brief second before Peter could pull you in his embrace.

“Peter, you need to calm down.” You kiss him on the cheek.

“I can’t help it.” He smiles down at you, kissing your nose lightly.

“How’d you get here without Happy anyway?” Peter inquires.

You show him your driver’s license attached behind your phone.

“I got it last week. Dad is in Berlin on a business trip with Pepper and Happy, and I have the rest of the week free to spend with you…. Well, after class that is… unless you don’t want to, that’s coo-” Peter shuts you up with a soft kiss.

“Look who’s rambling now.” He chuckles, wrinkling his nose at you.

“Oh shut up. You sound like that in every phone call we’ve had for the past 3 weeks.” You stick your tongue out at him.

“Are they always like this?” MJ asks Ned.

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen Peter like this since….. since never.” Ned replies.

“Remind me never to date anyone from Manhattan island.” Mj tells Ned.

“Where do you plan on taking me?” Peter puts one hand behind your head, playing with your hair, the other on your waist.

“Wherever you want to go. I should give your friends a ride home too. I don’t want to be rude.” You tell him.

“Yeah sure.” Peter nods in agreement.

“Hey guys, Y/n wants to offer you both a ride home.” Peter tells his friends.

“Yeah, why not?” Mj shrugs her shoulders.

“I get to ride in Y/n Stark’s car?!” Ned fanboys.

“Yeah, the car’s open, just hop on in.” You smile at Peter’s friends as the two of them rush inside your car.

You move slightly, signaling Peter to let go, instead, he pulls you in further into his arms, crushing you in his embrace.

“Peter, we’re gonna have to move eventually.” You hug him around his waist.

“I know, I just missed you so much.” Peter sighs.

“Me too.” You whisper.

“Sup Penis Parker, is that the imaginary girlfriend?” A car roars into the background as Flash passes by with his fully-repaired sports car.

You pull away from Peter just in time for Flash to see your face.

“Ah-what?!” Flash furrows his eyebrows.

Peter just shrugs his shoulders before pulling you in for a hug.

“God I miss annoying him.” Peter chuckles.

“Want to go back to my place?” Peter suggests.

“Is that code for make-out?” You raise your eyebrows at him.

“Maybe.” Peter plays with the ends of your hair.

“Alright. Let’s go bring your friends home.” You kiss your boyfriend on the cheek one last time before finally sliding in the driver’s seat.

“May?!” Peter calls out to his aunt the second he opens the door to their apartment.

“Looks like she’s not home.” You tell your boyfriend.

“Hmm, what should we do to kill some time then?” Peter smirks at you before pulling you to his room.

“I don’t know, maybe build some Star Wars lego set?” You joke.

Peter just rolls his eyes before pulling you in his embrace, locking his bedroom door in the process.

“Let’s make ourselves comfortable.” He whispers in your ear as the two of you land on his bed.

He moves on top of you, your legs wrapped around his hips.

“Can’t believe it’s been three weeks since I got to kiss you.” Peter licks the nape of your neck, sucking and nibbling all around until he finds your weak spot, the area below your ear.

“If you’re not careful, you might leave a mark.” You remind him.

“Good, now everyone will know you have a boyfriend.” Peter chuckles lightly before attaching his lips with yours.

“Mhm, my dad won’t be as happy when he sees it.” You laugh.

“Can we not talk about your dad while we’re making out?” Peter suggests.

“Sorry…. My turn.” You hold him by the head and motion your legs to move sideways as you shift right on top of him.

“Where’d you learn that move?” Peter gasps.

“Nat may have taught me a few moves while my dad wasn’t around.” You wink at him before dipping your head to his neck.

You kiss his neck gently before nibbling and biting on the area near his jaw. Your hands holding his head as his fingers stroke your back.

“I’m not the only one who has to walk out of here without a mark.” You giggle, moving back to kiss him on the lips again.

“I won’t be ashamed to have your mark on me.” Peter replies.

“Hmmm, we should make-out more often then.” You bite the top of his ear.

“That would be a definite yes.” Peter growls.

“Peter! Are you home?” A voice interrupts the two of you.

“Shit.” You remove yourself from Peter as he covers his lap with a pillow.

“You alright there?” You look down at Peter’s situation.

“Help me think of something that might turn it off.” Peter pleads with you.

“Peter!! Are you in here?” May knocks on the bedroom door.

“Think of Happy doing a kissy face or something, I don’t know.” You whisper-yell.

Peter breathes in and out deeply.

“That helped, thanks.” Peter laughs.

“Yup! I’m home, May.” Peter replies.

“Come on, let’s go see what she wants.” Peter grumbles before opening the door.

“Oh! Y/n, you’re here? I thought you were grounded?” May inquires.

“My dad is out of town and I have my driver’s license now.” You answer.

“Oh! Well then, I bought a can of cookies if you guys are hungry. By the way, you might want to cover that.” May points at the fresh hickey you gave Peter in the middle of his neck.

You snort out a laugh but Peter just gives you a cold-hard glare.

Tuesday:

“Everyone take 5! After this let’s take up balancing chemical equations. If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go call my wife and beg for forgiveness.” Mr. Harrington announces before walking out of the chemistry lab.

“I see you and your girlfriend don’t waste time when you’re together.” Mj stares at Peter blankly.

“What?” Peter furrows his eyebrows at her, closing his notebook in the process.

“The big mark on your neck that’s been sticking out like a sore thumb… Yeah, it’s noticeable.” Mj clarifies.

“Oh…” Peter tries to lift the collar of his top to try and cover the mark Y/n left.

“No way! Penis Parker has a hickey!” Flash announces and the everyone in the room stops what they’re doing to look at Peter.

“It’s a spider bite.” Peter lies.

Ned snorts lightly and Peter just glares at him. A knock on the door interrupts everyone’s attention on Peter. The door opens to reveal Y/n holding a box of cookies.

“Oh hi. Sorry to barge in, I just want to drop these off for Peter.” You smile at the students who are gaping at you in bewilderment.

“Don’t mind me. Carry on.” You add, stepping inside and walk towards your boyfriend’s table.

“Hi there.” You grin at Peter and put the box of cookies in front of him.

“Hey…. What are you doing here? I won’t be out for another 20 minutes.” Peter tells you.

“Well, I wanted you to try Helena’s world-famous cookies. Better than the cookies May bought you.” You tell him.

“You came all the way from Manhattan to deliver cookies?” Mj asks you.

“Well that, and I wanted to see my boyfriend.” You reply.

“You guys are sickening.” Mj grumbles before moving to the chair beside Ned.

“Thanks for this.” Peter smiles at you, looks around and notices that nobody is paying attention to the two of you.

He motions for you to sit beside him and you giggle before moving to the seat Mj left available. Peter leans in to kiss you lightly.

“And to think, you complained that I was making you fat with a churro.” Peter laughs, opening the box to eat a cookie.

“Yeah but I was already full and we don’t want to waste food.” You defend.

“These are so good! How have I only tasted these cookies just now? I’ve known Helena the same time I’ve known you.” Peter looks at the cookies like they’re gifts from up above.

“Cookies never really came up in our discussions. Plus, you don’t get to be the only sweet one in this relationship.” You giggle, kissing him on the cheek.

“I may have to keep you around just so I could have more of these cookies in the future.” Peter takes a few more cookies from the box and eats them in large bites.

“I’ll let it slide because you’re hungry, but I will remember that comment later so we could argue about it.” You sneer jokingly at him.

“Oh come on? I was joking. You’re the best.” Peter smiles innocently at you.

“Okay! Let’s start with Chemistry, can anybody- oh.” Mr. Harrington walks in and notices you sticking out like a sore thumb beside Peter.

“May we help you Miss?” He looks at you with widened eyes.

“Stark…. And carry on. I was just about to leave.” You reply, standing up from your seat.

“Oh wow… You’re Tony Stark’s daughter….. Your mom has been a crush of mine since the ’90s, I followed her around Columbia for years…. Of course, I didn’t go there, I just wanted to see her face… Cool alright! Balancing chemical equations! Let’s begin.” He claps his hand and tries to look away from you.

“I’ll go wait in my car.” You whisper in Peter’s ear before walking out of the lab.

You and Peter stop by Delmar’s to buy sandwiches before heading to Peter’s apartment.

“So this is the famous Delmar’s you’ve been telling me about?” Y/n looks around the quaint deli-grocery store.

“Yeah, come on, there’s someone I want to introduce you to.” He grabs your hand and pulls you to the cashier.

“Hey, Mr. Delmar!” Peter greets a middle-aged Latino.

“Hey, Peter Parker! Haven’t seen you in two weeks. What? Did you find a new sandwich place?” Mr. Delmar asks.

“No, I just uh, I didn’t feel like eating sandwiches that’s all. Anyway, this is Y/n Stark. Y/n, this is Mr. Delmar, the owner of the exquisite store.” Peter points around the place.

“Whoa, you’re Tony Stark’s daughter? Wow! I’m a fan.” Mr. Delmar shakes your hand and you can’t help but laugh.

“Yeah. It’s no big deal. He’s okay.” You retort.

“So are you two dating, is that why you introduced me to her?” Mr. Delmar questions.

Peter is dumbfounded and just nods.

“Y-yeah. Y/n is my girlfriend.”

“He’s uh, my boyfriend.”

The two of you reply in unison and just look at one another, flustered.

Mr. Delmar just looks at the two of you in amusement.

“What will it be, Pete?” Mr. Delmar asks.

“Two hotdogs with no condiments.” Peter takes out his wallet to pay for the sandwiches.

“Ba-Peter, it’s fine I can pay for my own sandwich.” You tell him.

“I know.” Peter just smiles at you but still hands his money to Mr. Delmar.

Within a few seconds, Mr. Delmar hands Peter the hot-dogs.

“Take care, you two. Tell May I said hi.” Mr. Delmar states.

“I’ll try.” Peter retorts before opening the door for you.

“You didn’t have to pay for both of our hotdogs. I could’ve paid for mine.” You take the sandwich from his hand as the two of you begin to walk.

“I know, but you’re my girlfriend and I want to feed you and spoil you because I can.” Peter smiles at you.

“You’re awfully sweet, Peter Parker.” You sigh, smiling back up at him.

“That’s what I’m known for.” Peter shrugs before stopping to look around.

“What?” You also stop and look around the area.

“Nothing. Can you hold my sandwich? I need to do something.” Peter hands you his hotdog before grabbing you by the waist.

“Oh my god, Peter no!” You squeal in protest but he’s already hoisting the two of you up.

“Don’t drop our hotdogs.” Peter reminds you, holding you by the waist as he lifts you to the top of their apartment building.

“Don’t drop me.” You retort.

The two of you sit on the edge of the building and you give him his sandwich.

“I’m starting to love your afternoon visits by the way. I think you should stop by more often.” Peter smiles at you.

“Yeah sure, I’ll have my dad drop me off every afternoon because he is that supportive.” You respond.

Peter just rolls his eyes and nudges you slightly.

“So, do you still want me around or do I have to bring you cookies so I can hang out with you?” You start, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Oh come on, I was joking. You know I like having you around.” Peter pulls you closer to him and you lean against his shoulder.

You both eat in silence and look at the mundane sight of Queens.

“By the way, something just came in this morning.” You take the invitation out from your jacket pocket.

“What is it?” You hand Peter the invitation to Le Bal des Débutantes.

“I was invited to become one of the debutantes and I want you to be my partner.” You purse your lips, not exactly sure of Peter’s reaction.

“Wow, I uh-I’m honored but, I don’t… I don’t think I can uh…” Peter looks at you, ready to reject the invitation but remembers Tony’s threat about breaking your heart.

“I don’t know how to dance the waltz.” Peter chuckles nervously.

“That can be arranged! We have a meeting with the organizers at my place on Saturday. We’ll have our fitting done there as well, courtesy of Dior. My dad will be the one escorting us to Paris for the event and of course, ask for May’s approval if she’ll allow you to be my partner.” You explain.

Peter feels his head spinning all of a sudden. This is what he’s always been scared of, the overwhelming contrast of both your lives. It’s always been a huge factor for him, but you’ve never really cared for the whole thing. You just want Peter.

“I’m sorry, I’m overwhelming you again, aren’t I?” You look down at your hands.

“What? Hey no! I’m fine. I just need to get used to the fact that I’m dating a Stark. You know, I’m falling for you right?” Peter inquires, taking your hand in his.

You gasp slightly and look up at him.

“You are?” You whisper.

“Yeah…..” Peter mutters.

“The feeling is totally mutual.” You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him to your embrace.

Wednesday:

“Peter, it’s been 40 minutes, she might not be able to visit you today.” Ned sits beside Peter as the two of them sit on one of the benches in front of Midtown Tech.

“I know but last night, she told me she’ll see me tomorrow. Which I took as a hint that she’s coming here.” Peter replies.

“Or maybe she’s expecting you to come to her in Manhattan?” Ned suggests.

Peter looks at him, dumbfounded.

“That makes sense.” Peter nods his head.

“Alright. I’m gonna go stop by my place, drop my backpack off, and swing to Manhattan.” Peter stands up and fixes his hair.

“You’re just gonna swing around Manhattan as Peter Parker?” Ned questions.

“No, of course not. My suit’s at home. I’m just gonna surprise her at her place.” Peter puts on his backpack.

“Not if I surprise you first.” A voice behind him startles him completely.

“Oh, crap.” Peter jumps slightly and sees you smiling up at him.

“What? Did your spider-senses not work on me?” You laugh, wrapping your hands around his neck to give him a kiss on the lips.

“Well, you’re not so much of a threat considering that you’re my girlfriend,” Peter smirks down at you and hugs you tightly by the waist.

“I’m flattered.” You giggle before pulling away to say hello to Ned.

“Hey, Ned! What’s with the lego box?” You point to his Star Wars Millennium Falcon set.

“Peter and I were gonna build this today but he told me you guys already had plans for the entire week. So, it’s nothing.” Ned replies.

“What? Peter ditched you for me? You’re hanging out with us today. I can help you with your lego set.” You sit beside him.

“You will? I didn’t peg you as someone who plays with lego.” Ned looks at you inquisitively.

“I’m not. I was more of a Polly Pocket kind of girl, but my brother was addicted to lego and he let me build stuff with him. Come on, let’s go to Peter’s place and we can play then.” You stand up and hold your boyfriend’s hand.

Peter smiles down at you in amusement.

“What?” You ask him.

“Nothing, you’re just very cute.” He shrugs his shoulders before kissing you on the nose.

You roll your eyes before motioning them to follow you to your car.

“So, are you going to tell me why you’re late today?” Peter asks the second he slides inside your car.

“I was only like 40 minutes late.” You reason out.

“Yeah, but you were 30 minutes early yesterday.” Peter clarifies.

“Well, I didn’t have a Model UN meeting yesterday. Why are you so freaked out?” You question, turning the car engine on.

“I’m not, I just thought you expected me to swing by your apartment instead of coming here.” Peter replies.

“If we stay at our place, F.R.I.D.A.Y. will alert my dad that you’re in our apartment. He installed the AI in our elevator and foyer. It’s better that I come to you.” You state.

“Oh. I didn’t know that. Is that a new update?” Peter asks.

“He had it installed the day we arrived from Madrid. You know, me being grounded and all. He’s been so unreasonable lately” You grumble.

“I just think Mr. Stark doesn’t know how to deal with her teenage daughter having a boyfriend.” Peter defends your dad.

“I get that you worship the ground my dad walks on, but you have got to stop defending him. He’s just being overbearing.” You drive away from Midtown.

“I’m not defending him, I just don’t think he’s used to you being in a relationship.” Peter responds.

“You say it like I was the biggest relationship virgin before I met you.” You scoff.

“It’s not like you didn’t act all innocent when we met.” Peter argues.

“I could say the same thing to you! Happy told me you rented an adult film at the hotel in Germany.” You look at him with a scowl on your face while driving.

“Wh-What are we even fighting about?” Peter questions.

“I don’t know!” You grip tighter on the steering wheel.

“Oh! That must be our pizza.” Y/n stands up from the floor and runs to the door.

“So….” Ned mumbles, looking at Peter questioningly.

“What?” Peter furrows his eyebrows.

“Are you guys going to continue not talking to each other while building lego? Don’t you want to go say sorry to her?” Ned asks.

“Why should I apologize? I didn’t do anything wrong.” Peter shrugs his shoulders, grabbing a lego block.

“Peter, for someone who’s in a committed relationship, you sure are clueless when it comes to the female brain.” Ned retorts.

“Ned, all I’m saying is, she’s just being overdramatic when it comes to her dad. I was just defending him because he wasn’t there to defend himself.” Peter responds.

“Spoken like a real hero. Dude, just tell her you’re sorry. We both know she’s not going to budge.” Ned advises him.

“What should I say?” Peter panics.

“Tell her you understand how she feels and that you’re sorry you blamed her for overreacting and that she has every right to feel the way she’s feeling.” Ned answers.

“Okay okay.” Peter mumbles.

“What’s taking her so long, anyway? I should go check on her.” Peter stands up and heads to the door.

Peter walks to the door and sees the pizza delivery guy flirting with Y/n.

“I swear you look so familiar…. I think I’ve seen you in magazines before.” The pizza delivery boy smiles at you.

“Um, you got the wrong girl. Now, how much are the boxes in total?” You reach for your wallet.

“They’re free if you give me your number.” The delivery guy smirks at you.

“Wow. Does that work on every girl you’ve delivered pizza to? I don’t need you to pay them for me.” You take out 20 dollars and attempt to grab the two pizza boxes from him.

“I told you, they’re free of charge if you give me a chance.” He moves the boxes away.

“Listen here, buddy…. I carry my taser around with me to avoid men like you. Now give me my pizza or I’ll call your store manager and report you.” You hiss.

He scoffs off your threat.

“Babe, what’s taking so long?” Peter stands beside you and puts his arm around your waist.

“This guy won’t hand me our pizza.” You reply, looking up to your boyfriend, silently thanking him for swooping in.

Peter grabs the pizza boxes from the pizza delivery boy.

“You come near my girlfriend again, and I’m going to kick your ass.” Peter threatens. Peter takes the 20 dollars from your hand and throws it at him before closing the door on his face.

“Thank you.” You smile up at him.

“Who says Iron Man is your only superhero huh?” Peter wraps his free arm around you.

“You’re so good to me.” You sigh and wrap your arms around him.

Ned comes tiptoeing in and grabs the pizza boxes from Peter’s hand.

“I’m sorry I didn’t take your feelings into consideration.” Peter wraps you tighter in his embrace.

“I’m sorry I got mad at you.” You reply.

“You know, that was our first fight as a couple.” Peter looks down at you.

“I don’t like fighting with you. You’re a good man, Peter Parker… You’re so good to me.” You tell him.

“Hmmm.. likewise.” Peter leans down and gives you a light kiss.

“That felt weak, can you do it again?” You raise your eyebrows at him.

“Hmmm, I think you need to beg me first.” Peter teases.

“Okay, I’ll go eat with Ned now.” You attempt to escape from his embrace.

“Okay okay! I’m sorry! Come here!” Peter pulls you to him tightly and kisses you hard.

Your fingers tangle in his hair as the two of you kiss one another passionately. Just as he opens his mouth for your tongue to touch his, he pulls away.

“Come on, Ned might finish the whole thing if we don’t go back there.” Peter takes your hand and pulls you to the living room.

“I’m back to hating you again.” You mumble.

“We can make out when we’re alone.” Peter whispers in your ear.

“Alright. I’ll hold you to it, Parker.” You reply.

“Ned!! 3 slices already?! We were gone for like 3 minutes?” Peter looks at his friend who is about to finish his fourth slice of pizza.

“I told you I was hungry.” Ned shrugs his shoulders, too busy watching Tony Stark’s self-made documentary about himself.

“Even when he’s in Europe, he’s still here.” You grumble, jokingly.

Thursday:

Peter opens his locker and looks at the photos of him and Y/n in Spain as well a photo of him and Ned from Bar Mitzvah they attended 3 years ago.

“So that’s what Peter Parker’s locker looks like.” You stare at Peter’s back, leaning against another locker.

Peter turns around and sees you with a huge smile on your face.

“You have a knack for surprises, Stark.” Peter shakes his head before pulling you in to give you a kiss.

“Please, you love it.” You reply kissing him back.

“Get a room.” Mj passes by briefly and stares at the two of with a blank expression.

“Shall we?” Peter raises his eyebrows, flirtatiously.

“How about…. You walk me around your school?” You suggest.

“Really? There’s nothing much to see here apart from your adorable boyfriend.” Peter raises his head proudly.

“More like a-dork-able… Let’s go sit by the field then. I brought snacks. They’re in my car.” You grab Peter’s hand as the two of you walk towards the school exit.

“Is this your first time to see a high school football practice?” Peter asks as the two of you sit by the stands.

“American football? Yeah. I didn’t realize how large you have to be to play the game.” You stare at the bulky shoulder pads all the football players are wearing.

“I don’t pay attention much to it either. I don’t find the whole tackling thing, fun.” Peter responds.

“Says the guy who fought Captain America and the Vulture.” You raise your eyebrows at your boyfriend before taking a bite of the doughnut you brought.

“That’s Spider-man talk. Peter Parker prefers the company of science nerds and intellectuals…. And his girlfriend.” He puts his free arm around you.

“Wow, I’m touched.” You sigh, jokingly.

Your phone begins to ring and see that that it’s your dad calling you on FaceTime.

“Crap.” You mumble removing Peter’s arm around you.

“He doesn’t know I’ve been visiting you every afternoon for the past week.” You tell Peter before answering your dad’s call.

“Hi, dad!” You greet him and notice that his background is Berlin’s dark skies.

“Hi, sweetie! How’s Peter doing?” He asks.

“Uh, I don’t know. Why are you asking me?” You furrow your eyebrows.

“I know you’ve been going to and fro Queens for the past 3 days, so don’t lie, Y/n Stark.” Tony glares at you through the screen.

“Go easy on her, Tony.” You hear Pepper scold your dad.

“He’s doing okay. See?” You point the camera to Peter who is in the middle of eating a doughnut.

“Hi, Mr. Stark!” Peter greets him with a full mouth.

“Charming.” You scowl at your boyfriend playfully before looking back to your phone screen.

“We’ll be back tomorrow night so you better be home by the time we arrive or you’re grounded again.” Tony threatens.

“I just got out from being grounded.” You protest.

“That’s what you get for not updating Happy where you’ve been for the past week.” Tony replies.

“Wow, all I need now is a long blonde hair and captor named Gothel and I’d the real-life version of Rapunzel.” You mutter.

“Tony, you’re overreacting. Y/n, come straight home after school tomorrow. Peter and his aunt May can come over and have dinner with us. No more driving to Queens for a little while. Just have Peter swing by when it’s okay for your father. Are we good?” Pepper appears on the screen and looks back and forth at me and my dad.

“I’m okay with that.” You shrug your shoulders.

Tony rolls his eyes before agreeing.

“Fine. I guess have no choice. It’s better that I get to be there than to have you two hide and make out behind my back.” Tony grumbles.

“You only walked in on us twice… and they weren’t anything serious.” You reply.

“Still. I made it perfectly clear that you can only do that thing you do for 5 seconds when I’m around….” Tony responds.

“Thing? You mean kiss?” You raise your eyebrows at him, trying to hide your laughter.

You and Peter look at one another, giving each other a tight smile.

“Yeah, whatever. I don’t like seeing it. Anyway, we have to eat. Love you kiddo.” Tony smiles weakly.

“Love you too, Mr. Stark.” Peter replies happily.

“I was talking to my daughter.” Tony mutters.

“Oh right.” Peter awkwardly laughs.

“Love you too, dad.” You giggle lightly.

Tony ends the call and you look at your boyfriend, bemusedly.

“Did you just tell my dad you loved him?” You chuckle.

“What? He’s Tony Stark. If it means I get to hang out with you more often, I might have to tell him that every time I see him.” Peter retorts.

“You’re such a fanboy.” You shake his head before eating again.

“I’m your biggest fanboy.” Peter kisses on the cheek.

You look at your boyfriend and notice doughnut icing near his lips.

“You’re a sloppy eater, Peter Parker.” You laugh, wiping off the icing from his mouth.

“Is May home?” You ask, looking back and forth from Peter’s lips and eyes.

“She is.” Peter answers, mutteringly.

“There’s a parking lot nearby.” Peter suggests.

“Is that another code for make-out?” You play with his curly hair.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” Peter smirks.

“Let’s go then.” You wink at him, grabbing the empty wrappers in one hand, and Peter’s hand in the other.

“Eager, are we?” Peter laughs.

“Only for you.” You purr.

Peter’s eyes widen and he gulps nervously.

‘Is she planning on doing more or something? What if I get too happy too soon? She’s seen how our make outs usually affect me afterward. She might want to do more.’ Peter thinks to himself.

“Are you okay?” You stare at your boyfriend’s blank expression.

“Y-yeah.” Peter stutters.

“Peter, we’ve made out a couple of times now…. What’s eating you?” You question.

“Oh… so we’re just going to make out, great.” Peter lets out a sigh of relief.

“Look, if you don’t want to, that’s fine. I can just go home and watch a movie.” You release his hand.

“No-no. Let’s go make-out.” Peter grabs your hand as the two of you walk across the middle of the football field.

The football players stop what they’re doing and stare at you and Peter… mostly at you, probably knowing that you’re Tony Stark / Iron Man’s daughter.

“Hey, Parker! You’re gonna have to teach me your moves with the ladies.” One guy calls out.

“Me too! How about a date with the Black Widow or something?” Another one chimes in.

“Oh yeah! I hear she’s feisty, that one!” You move your head and glare at the direction of the guy who said it.

“Careful! She might call Captain America on you, dude.” The guy beside him, warns.

“High school boys are such jerks.” You mutter as you and Peter walk across the field at a fast pace.

The two of you reach your car and you let out a huge sigh of relief the second the two of you slide in.

“Baby, are you okay?” Peter asks.

You stare at Peter, dumbfounded.

“What did you just call me?” You raise your eyebrows.

Peter’s eyes widen, the second he realizes what he’s done.

“You just called me baby for the first time.” You whisper.

“Oh… Shoot, I did. I’m sorry, I won’t call you that again if you don’t like it.” Peter looks down before you can even reassure him.

“No, I kinda like it.” You reply.

“You do? Alright then. From now on, you’re now my baby.” Peter smiles at you.

“Can I call you baby as well?” You ask.

Peter just nods before pressing his lips against yours.

Friday:

“I can’t believe I was invited to dinner with the Starks! Do I look okay?” Aunt May asks Peter.

She is wearing a beige, A-line dress while Peter is wearing a white button-down and khaki trousers. The of them enter the private elevator that only opens to the penthouse.

“I love your outfit. This Y/n girl is really prepping you to look like one of them.” Aunt May smiles at Peter.

“When we were in Madrid, she snuck in a few tops and pants in my luggage as if I didn’t notice. I didn’t want to reject them because she might cry and Mr. Stark will kill me. It still feels overwhelming but she’s been really good to me…. And she’s my first official girlfriend which is nice.” Peter shrugs his shoulders.

“Your first girlfriend is Iron Man’s daughter and you’re Spider-man….. This all feels crazy to me.” Aunt May shakes her head.

“Thanks for not ripping my head off when you saw me with the costume, by the way.” Peter laughs.

“I would have, but I know you’re tough. I still get scared every now and then, knowing that you’re Spider-man and you get to fight bad guys, but I know you’re brave enough to fight your own battles.” Aunt May pats Peter on the arm.

The elevator door opens and Peter sees his girlfriend waiting for him nearby in a pale pink dress and kitten heels.

“You’re here! Welcome to our um… humble abode.” You point around to the foyer as Peter and his Aunt May walk in.

“Wow! The place smells and looks very nice.” Aunt May looks around before giving you a hug.

You move towards your boyfriend to give him a kiss but Tony’s timing stops you.

“The Parkers are here! Hi May, Peter!” Tony walks in and shakes May’s hand and puts an arm around Peter’s shoulders.

“You look different today, Spider-boy….” Tony looks at Peter with a curious expression.

“You mean, he looks like he’s all dressed up?” You suggest.

“Hi! You must be the famous Aunt May.” Pepper walks in and gives her a handshake.

“That’s me! I’m sorry we weren’t able to bring anything for dinner.” May tucks her hair behind her ear.

“Oh, non-sense! We’re happy to host. Peter, hello again!” Pepper hugs Peter and she gives you a slight wink.

You just roll your eyes and intertwine your hands with Peter’s.

Pepper stands beside Aunt May as the two of them stare and smile at you and Peter looking at each other with smiles on your faces.

“They grow up so fast, don’t they?” Pepper asks May.

“I can’t believe my little girl is dating before 22. When she was 8 and I tucked her in bed, I asked her to make a promise to never have a boyfriend before graduating college.” Tony explains. “Like you never had girlfriends while you were at MIT.” Pepper rolls her eyes at him.

“Really? Dad never told me about his past girlfriends.” You raise your eyebrows at your father.

“That’s because it’s irrelevant.” Tony replies.

“Dinner is ready.” Helena announces.

Tony signals Aunt May and Pepper to walk ahead. He faces his daughter and Peter.

“Behave.” Tony reminds you before walking away.

“You look very pretty.” Peter smiles down at you.

“And you look so handsome!” You respond, kissing him lightly on the cheek.

Pepper and Tony sit on one side while you, Peter, and May sit on the other. Helena and the rest of the helpers walk in carrying Porchetta, mashed potatoes, and various kinds of sauces.

“Wow! That looks delicious.” May stares at the porchetta.

“It’s one of Tony’s favorites. He only eats this when there’s something important coming up.” Pepper states.

“I didn’t know this dinner was important.” You look at your dad and Pepper.

“Well, this is the first time we’re having dinner with your boyfriend and his aunt. Better this, than tenderloin steak.” Tony replies.

Peter grabs the serving fork and knife and puts a slice of pork on your plate as well as a spoon-full of mashed potatoes.

“You didn’t have to do it for me.” You laugh at your boyfriend’s chivalry.

“I know, but I wanted to do it.” Peter grabs your hand.

Tony lets out a fake cough, staring at the two teenagers.

“So I hear Y/n has been spending her afternoons at your place for the past week?” Tony looks at May who is more lenient when it comes to you and Peter.

“She has! We love having her around! Whenever they’re not doing stuff that teenage couples do, they study or watch a movie. It’s refreshing to see Peter so happy whenever she was around.” May answers.

Tony had the idea to scold the two in front of Pepper and May, but he couldn’t find it in himself to be mad at them after May’s praises.

“I hope she wasn’t much trouble. When she was little, we used to call her the ‘queen of destruction’, everything she touched turns completely to shreds, that includes important files from my office.” Tony states at you with a sly smile on his face.

“Like Peter was any different. He was a curious kid, he drew on the walls, threw boxes around pretending it was Captain America’s shield. Little did I know, he actually turned out to be Spider-man.” May looks at his nephew, adoringly.

Y/n, Tony, and Pepper’s eyes grew large, not knowing that May already knew Peter’s secret.

“I walked in on him when he was having a Spidey moment.” May clarifies.

They all begin to eat and talk about the two teenagers’ most embarrassing moments, it lasted on until dessert.

“So Tony, I hear you graduated summa cum laude at MIT?” May asks, digging into the bowl of vanilla ice cream in front of her.

“I did. I was hoping all three of my children would follow their dad’s footsteps and become a legacy but my first-born is at Dartmouth and this one already has her eyes set on either Princeton or Yale.” Tony points the dessert spoon at you.

“Peter’s been studying hard so he could get a scholarship at Empire State University. It’s been his dream school since we passed by the campus when he was 9.” May puts her hand on Peter’s shoulder proudly.

“You know, I can help you get into MIT. It’s one of the best schools in the country… or you know, you can also take the Stark Industries scholarship.” Tony states.

Pepper looks at him in bewilderment. There was no such thing as Stark Industries scholarship. This was Tony being overly-generous towards Peter…. again. He hates to admit it, but Tony sees Peter as a protege more than just his daughter’s boyfriend. He knew Peter was capable of being the best in his field.

“That would be nice, Mr. Stark, but I’ll be okay.” Peter replies.

You grab Peter’s free hand in yours and smile at him.

“Oh, by the way, did Peter tell you about the ball that we invited Peter to attend?” Tony asks May.

“No, I think he forgot that little detail.” May coughs lightly before looking at Peter.

“Yeah. There’s this debutante ball that my daughter was invited to and she wants Peter to be her escort. I hope that’s okay with you?” Tony inquires.

“Oh how nice! Is this one of those high society debutante ball here in New York?” May questions.

“See now that’s the tricky part. It’s going to be in Paris this November. Of course, you’re also welcome to join us so you could see the whole thing. Y/n will be in a gown, Peter will be sporting a tuxedo, the whole enchilada… yada yada yada…. We really do want Peter to be the one to escort Y/n to her first ball.” Tony chokes up a little, looking at you with a weak smile.

“Wow! Now that’s something….. As long as I get to see Peter off at the event, sure, why not?” May smiles at Tony and Pepper.

“Great. You and Peter come here again tomorrow after lunch for the fitting and preparations.” Pepper replies.

The helpers all come in at the same time to take the dessert bowl away.

“Dad, Peter and I are just going to be in the living room. Is that okay?” You ask your dad who lets out an annoyed expression.

“Fine.” Tony crosses his arms as the two of you leave the dining room.

May’s gaze follows the two teenagers as they walk out hand in hand.

“They’re good kids.” May states.

“They really are.” Pepper smiles.

“Yeah. I just love giving them a hard time.” Tony chuckles.

You and Peter sit on the white couch, facing each other.

“Are you okay? You were kinda quiet back there.” You ask your boyfriend who is looking down on his fingers.

“I’m fine…. I just get anxious when we talk about um….. things such as debutante balls and college.” Peter replies.

“This is what we get for having intrusive family members.” You joke.

“I knew the whole ball preparation will freak you out, considering there are tons of protocols to follow…. But you can always tell me if you’re feeling overwhelmed.” You say, moving closer towards him until both of your noses are pressed against each other’s.

“But do we really have to dance?” Peter groans moving his head against the couch in frustration.

You just roll your eyes at him.

“Yes, we do! That’s the whole point of the ball.” You reply.

Peter sighs before leaning in to give you a light kiss. He tries to pull away knowing that your dad is just a few meters away, but you don’t let him.

“Uh uh, we’re not done.” You mumble against his lips, caressing the back of head, kissing him passionately.

“Okay then.” Peter laughs, his hands moving to your waist, completely pulling you against his chest.

He coaxes your mouth open for his tongue to tangle with yours. You moan slightly, twisting your head a little as the of you continue to make out. He grabs your legs and slides you on his lap and you move a bit to wrap your arms around his shoulders. He moves his head below your ear.

“Is this what you want?” Peter whispers in your ear, biting it lightly before leaving kisses and nibbles on your neck.

“Mhm.” You whisper back, trying to hold back a loud moan.

You hear the faint steps of Pepper and May’s heels and quickly pull yourself away from Peter.

“What the hell?” Peter mumbles as you accidentally hit him in the groin in the process.

You stand up and see your dad, Pepper, and May, still engrossed in a casual discussion.

“What happened to him?” Tony points at Peter whose face is red.

“Oh, he just uh…. Hit himself by accident. It’s been happening a lot lately… he’s fine.” You reassure them.

You look at your boyfriend who looks like is barely recovering.

“Score.” He mumbles.

“Alright then…. Peter, shall we go?” May suggests.

“Yup. I’ll be right up.” Peter grumbles, standing up carefully.

“You okay?” You chuckle, looking at your boyfriend with an amused expression on your face.

“You’re lucky I lo-like you a lot.” Peter retorts.

“Come on, I’ll walk you to the elevator.” He puts an arm around you, as the two of you follow the adults walking ahead.

“Happy, my head of security will be bringing you two home. He’s waiting downstairs.” Tony states.

“Happy’s driving us? Sweet.” Peter laughs.

May walks inside the elevator. Peter takes the short seconds left to kiss you. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiles down at you.

You just nod before giving him another peck. He waves at Peter and Pepper before walking inside the elevator. Just before the elevator door closes, Peter sneakily gives you an air kiss which you pretend to catch.

“Cute.” Pepper smiles at you.

“He is so whipped.” Tony shakes his head as the three of you walk out the foyer.

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wrasslinimagines-blog · 6 years

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Forget About It (Part Two)

A/N: Thanks for all the suggestions, guys. I hope you like it. Do send more if you have any in mind, I love hearing about how you want the story to go.

You sat down on the first empty bar stool you saw, happy that now you could go to a bar alone and relax. Seth hadn’t called or showed up for a little over a week now, and you were done. You let him know over text, but of course he hadn’t responded. Why? Nobody knows. You get that the fight was pretty bad, but you figured he’d have the decency to talk it out with you. If it had to end, it should end with you two coming to terms and deciding to part. No relationship should just end like this, at least not in your opinion. You had a few margaritas before ordering a few vodka shots, not realizing how fast you were actually going through the alcohol. Your last shot concluded one of your thoughts. You set the glass down on the table, contemplating on whether or not to order another one. Before you could decide the bartender placed another shot in front of you, gesturing to a man sitting a few seats down. You picked up the shot, looking over to see a smirking Baron Corbin. You winked at him before downing the shot quickly, the liquid courage extremely evident at this point. You rarely drank, so it came as no surprise to you that this much alcohol hit you like this. You still loved Seth, there was no doubt in your mind, but you figured flirting wouldn’t hurt. You saw him get up out of the corner of your eye, his eyes telling the man currently sitting down that he needed to get up and leave. The smaller man got up and disappeared, Baron quickly taking his seat and looking over at you. Most of your hair was covering your face, you were blushing profusely at this point.

“Hello? Is anybody behind all that hair?” He laughed softly, moving a little closer so that he could see you slightly better.

You nodded and tucked your hair behind your ear, your eyes meeting his.

“Sadly, yeah.” You sighed, giving him a little smile. “Thanks for the shot.”

“Not a problem… Where’s Rollins?” He smirked. You rolled your eyes. Guys were so petty.

“Rollins is gone.” You shrugged, ordering another margarita.

“Oh…” He spoke quietly, probably not expecting that answer. “Can I ask why?”

You figured it wouldn’t hurt to tell him. You were pretty shitfaced by this point anyways, what could possibly make you look worse?

“He doesn’t want to marry me. Or have babies with me.” You scoffed, shaking your head. “I mean, I think I’m pretty cute.” You continued, taking a long sip of your new drink. “I would make cute babies, right!?”

“Definitely.” He nodded, ordering himself a drink too. “I think ours would be cuter than yours and Rollins’ but, yeah, you would make cute babies.”

“Ours?” You blushed, looking away for a second as you continued to drink.

“Am I wrong? The cuteness would be all you, though, sweets.” He smirked, gently placing his hand on your thigh.

You heard someone clear their throat behind you. You were ready to turn around and backhand the asshole until you saw who it was. Your heart instantly dropped, your mind and heart at war. You wanted to jump into his arms and tell him how much you missed him, and how glad you were that he was okay, but you furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“Get lost, Baron.” He said simply, taking your drink out of your hand and setting it down on the table.

“She was drinking that.” He stood up, moving closer to him. “She was also talking to me.”

You groaned softly, burying your face in your hands for a quick second before realizing that you needed to interrupt.

“No, it’s fine, Baron.” You spoke softly, getting in the middle of the two and placing your hand on his chest. That infuriated Seth even more, causing him to grab your arm and pull you closer to him.

“We’re leaving, Y/N.” He muttered through his teeth, practically dragging you out of the bar.

“Let go of me, Seth.” You sighed, too drunk to respond angrily. He hadn’t showed up for more than five minutes and he already gave you a pounding headache.

“What the fuck are you doing here? This drunk! With Baron fucking Corbin.” He seethed, looking into your eyes.

“Drinking. Cause you’re not man enough to fucking call me and talk to me and my broken heart!” You yelled, the memory causing your eyes to water.

“Cover up.” He shook his head, taking off his hoodie and slipping it on you. You were too drunk to properly do it yourself, in his eyes. He fixed your messed up hair, scooping you up into his arms and heading towards his car.

“Don’t pick me up like that, the swinging makes me nauseous.” You whined, despite resting your head on his chest.

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have downed every single bottle the bar carried.” He responded angrily, shaking his head. “How was this a good idea? What if he took advantage of you! Who was going to help you?”

You didn’t respond. Baron wasn’t that kind of guy, but maybe some others were. Nevertheless, you were too tired to argue.

“Stop talking so loud. I’ll get a headache.” You mumbled, clinging to his shirt. A little smile painted your face once the smell of his cologne hit you. “I missed you…”

He didn’t respond.

Once you got home he helped you inside, leading you towards the couch and gently sitting you down.

“I’m not thaaaaaat drunk, Rollins. I won’t break.” You smirked, laying down on the couch.

“You clearly are thaaaat drunk if you can’t see how drunk you are.” He countered, squatting down next to you and taking off your heels.

“Why are you doing this? We’re not together. I was just another girl having fun at the bar.” You spoke quietly, your eyes shutting at this point.

“You’re not just another girl…” He mumbled, getting up. You didn’t hear him speak for a few minutes, confused up until he returned with some comfortable clothes.

He helped you sit up, unzipping your dress and pulling it off your body. You quickly covered up before realizing how stupid you looked.

“I’ve seen it all, Y/N. I’m just trying to get you in something comfortable, I promise. That dress looks like it’s gonna crack a rib or two.” He joked, trying to lighten the mood.

You nodded, still extremely embarrassed and for some reason, vulnerable. You saw the look on his face, though. You two might be over, but you knew well what was going on in his mind.

You placed your foot on his chest, holding him back for a second as you leaned back against the couch. You giggled at the confused look he gave you, biting your lip.

“Kiss me.” You whispered, looking into his eyes.

“God, you’re so drunk.” He groaned softly, easily moving your leg away and sitting you up again. “No. Now let me finish helping you get dressed.”

You whined, pouting as he unclasped your bra and tossed it to the side. He quickly slipped one of his t-shirts on you, following it with a pair of sweats.

“There. You’re welcome.”

“Thanks.” You mumbled sleepily, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

He nodded, collecting your clothes and neatly setting them aside.

Once you woke up you found yourself in bed with Seth.

It was still early in the morning, but you’d been sleeping for much longer than him, you assumed. You tossed and turned a bit, trying to get comfortable again.

“Y/N?” He groaned, turning around and looking over at you.

“Yeah.” You whispered, studying his face.

“You good?” He asked quietly, his eyes still shut.

“Yeah.” You repeated, nodding even though he couldn’t see you.

You wanted nothing more than to scoot closer to him and talk to him about what’s happening. You ran through every possible way to do it, when to do it, how to do it, until eventually some more time passed. Whether it was the alcohol or you, you had no idea, but you decided to wake him up and talk to him.

“Seth…” You whispered, gently shaking him.

“Huh?”

“Seth… Why don’t you wanna marry me?” You spoke softly, gently placing your hand on his shoulder. He was facing the other direction and you were practically resting your head on his shoulder. “I love you so much…” You continued, trying your best not to get emotional. “I just… I know for you it means nothing and it’s a ‘piece of paper,’ but I just wanna be your wife. I wanna take care of you and love you and I want to call you my husband. I wanna spend all my days with you. I don’t know how else to tell you how much I love you.” You were sobbing at this point. Alcohol played a part.

“Y/N…” He sighed, turning over to look at you. “Don’t cry…”

“I can’t.” You sniffled, wiping some of your tears. “I want to be truly yours more than anything else in the world.”

“You know how I feel….” He warned, unsure of what else to tell you.

You moved closer to him, looking into his eyes. You didn’t want to speak anymore. You moved slightly closer, gently pressing your lips against his. He returned your kiss instantly, and with a lot more passion before he came to his senses and pulled away.

You spoke before he could, resting your hand against his neck.

“Just kiss me. Just put everything aside and kiss me, Seth. Please.”

He hesitated for a second before kissing you hard, causing you to moan into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, his hands roaming your body.

The night progressed, and whether it was the alcohol, the broken heart, or the poor judgement, you forgot to tell him that you’d missed a few pills since you guys called it quits.

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diyunho · 7 years

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The Joker x Reader - “13 Hints The Joker Wants a Baby”

1. He buys you a dog in order to assess your maternal instincts.

“Go away, I’m not in the mood!” you chase the pup away when it tries to play with you.

My God, she has amazing skills; motherhood will fit her like a glove ! your boyfriend thinks, totally and utterly charmed with your caring abilities.

2. The Joker gets a small indoor plant as a gift to see how you do with it.

You don’t like to take care of anything so it dies in 4 days.

Wow, the plant survived for a while ! My Princess will be a stellar mom! Her nurturing capabilities are beyond average!!! he admits to himself, feeling such pride his heart is about to burst with delight.

3. J orders Frost to bring his baby over to the Penthouse and watches your reaction.

You hold the little boy for about 20 seconds before passing him back to his dad:

“Ugghh, no thank you.”

I’ll be damned, she’s a natural ! Great instincts ! She’s not my Queen for nothing! he hums, completely smitten with your motherly affection.

4. The Joker slowly drives by playgrounds to see if it will awake the mom in you again.

“I hate kids!” you grumble, frowning when you hear the screaming offsprinsgs playing and running around.

My Doll is perfect! She already knows exactly what to say and what to do. Incredible! the green haired pest reckons with a huge grin, not even paying attention to driving. Almost crushes the car into a school bus.

“Move it faster!” he gets pissed. “Why does everyone have to wait on these useless children?!”

J has marvelous parenting skills also.

You are more than exhilarated noticing how doting and considerate he seems: “Right babe?”

“Right!” he growls, honking like crazy.

5. J sees mating signs when there are none.

You barely finished your morning routine, didn’t even comb your hair yet and crawl in the kitchen for coffee wearing an oversized sweater that looks like a garbage bag.

“Why are you teasing me, hm?” he purrs, sipping on his mocca.

“Huh?” you rub your eyes, still out of it.

“Com’ere, Y/N, ” he gestures with his finger.

“For what?” you yawn, but comply.

“Fun times!” he smirks and you take your sweater off, tired as hell.

“I guess so…” you scratch your arm and straddle his lap, half asleep.

She’s so energetic and enthusiastic, The King of Gotham reckons. My Pumpkin will win the “Mother of The Year” award when the time comes.

6. He feels the need to share on his idea with important people in his life.

The list is short.

J lights up a Batsy signal and leaves a note for him:

“I’m going to be a dad before you. I win again. HA!HA!HA!HA! HA!HA!HA!HA!”

Great! Exactly what this town needs: a Clown baby, Bruce sighs, cringing at the idea of you two being parents. I bet you anything the lunatics will ask me to babysit.

Batsy is correct: The Joker already typed a schedule on his laptop.

7. He leaves you encrypted messages on the fridge.

J keeps on rearranging the letter magnets every day:

“Me and you equals 3”, “ one for now-- more later,” “ one plus one plus one plus one,”Y/N plus J doesn’t equal two.”

For a genius, he can’t even count, you smile, blissfully unaware on his plans. Why would he tell you anyway? Things are better when they’re complicated.

8. The Joker makes sure you go to a baby shower.

Panda’s wife is pregnant. Lots of other pregnant women around, all complaining about the hardships their bodies are going through.

You just watch and listen.

“Suckers, they did that to themselves,” you whisper to your boyfriend, snickering. “Who needs kids anyway?! They’re loud, they stink and they cry all the time.”

You boyfriend gets overwhelmed with your answer.

She’s remarkable! My Doll will be such a phenomenal mom! She is basically begging me to get her pregnant at this point, J concludes, thrilled to see how well you’re doing with his little tests.

9. He reads stuff on Google. Apparently, some couples get pregnant right away when they try for a baby, some try for months, even years.

Months? Years?! he huffs. Unheard off! That’s for commoners and peasants, we’re royalty; I can knock her up by the end of the week, J arrogantly concludes since he has a very good opinion about his expertise in the field.

Oh, there you are dragging your feet, wearing that huge sweater again and looking like crap first thing in the morning.

“You like to tease me, hm?” The Joker licks his lips, aroused.

“What?” you pout with only one eye opened.

“Com’ere,” he commands and you obey, taking your garment off and straddling his lap, almost falling asleep on his shoulder.

This impressive maternal aura she has, J thinks. My Princess will be able to keep up with that baby like it’s nothing: her stamina and focus are off the charts!

10. He feels up the bedroom next to the master bedroom with toys and teddy bears.

“What do we need this for?!” you sulk, upset he’s such a hoarder.

“You never know when we’ll need it,” The Joker winks and you’re suspicious.

“I’m not going to another baby shower, if that’s what you’re implying! Seeing pregnant women depressed me, they looked so miserable. Yuck, just the thought of having a kid keeps me up at night,” you shiver with anxiety.

I was correct, he joyfully figures out. She is so impatient to have a baby!

11. J shows you baby pictures on his cellphone.

“Which one do you think it’s cuter, Kitten?”

“NONE!” you bitterly reply and once more, he is astonished.

Definitely got a winning lottery ticket with my woman, The Clown Prince of Crime firmly believes. She’s so affectionate and altruistic!

12. He takes you on a robbery at…a baby store.

“What the hell are we doing here, J ?!” you get frustrated since this is a waste of time.

“We need supplies,” his short reply and the grin make you skeptical.

“I already told you I’m not going to another baby shower ! Just look at all this nonsense, completely useless and irritating!” your tirade makes his heart stop.

My Y/N is a certified overachiever! The Joker flashes his silver smile at you, stashing everything he can get his hands on in huge duffle bags for his men to carry out. Our kid will be so spoiled and pampered; certainly winning “Mother of The Year” award when the time comes. No doubt about it !

13. The Joker takes the day off when you tell him you’re pregnant.

Not that he has to since he doesn’t have a real job…

But he’s over the moon and you are very grouchy, unhappy with the news.

The dog comes over to play and J is fast to snap and chase it away:

“Get lost, mutt !! I don’t have time for this now!!”

Waahhh, you hold your breath, enchanted. At least he will have spectacular parenting skills. Shit, he might even win “The Father of the Year” award!