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gracies-baby · 3 months

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Mess It Up

(Gracie Abrams x Reader)

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"So, Taylor, how's it going with Travis?" Gracie asks as she sits with Taylor and Selena in Taylor's living room.

"Great, it's going really well. He's so sweet and he's got the looks. It's usually one or the other, you know?" Taylor responds before Selena speaks up.

"When are you gonna get a girlfriend Gracie? You can't wait around for her forever" Gracie sends her a sharp glare in response.

Everyone knows how Gracie and Y/n feel about each other. They know that Gracie loves Y/n and Y/n loves Gracie. They know that they were friends with benefits for years. They know that Gracie's fear of commitment made Y/n cry to her sister many times a week and caused Y/n to pull away.

"I'm not waiting for her. I just haven't found anyone I'm interested in"

"She left you 3 months ago, Gracie, and you still haven't slept with or even kissed anyone else" Taylor responded with annoyance clear in her voice. Their conversation is interrupted when Y/n walks into her sister's house.

"Hey Tay, have you seen my- oh. Hi" Her smile turns to a frown when she makes eye contact with the brunette.

"Hi" Gracie replies as she sets her drink down. The two stare at each other until Taylor interrupts.

"What were you looking for?" She asks her sister causing Y/n to turn away from the brown eyes.

"Oh, uh, nothing. I'll just come back later" She stammers before locking eyes with Gracie once more before rushing out of the house.

"Later. Meaning when I'm not here" Gracie speaks with a frown as she picks up her drink.

"Gracie, just talk to her. She's a hopeless romantic. All you have to do is run up to her and say something romantic. Sing one of the many songs you written about her" Taylor scolds.

"But-" Taylor interrupts.

"Or you can just pine over her for the rest of your life"

"I'm gonna go. I'll see you tomorrow" Gracie walks out the door with a sigh.

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Y/n wakes to the sound of someone knocking on her door.

"I'm coming!" Y/n opens the door to find her ex?

"Gracie? What are you doing here?"

"I love you. I love you so much. I don't love anyone the way I love you" Gracie slurs with dilated pupils.

"Gracie stop. You're drunk. You don't love me, you just love having a fuck buddy" Y/n replies angrily as she goes to close the door only for Gracie to push it open again.

"No, I do love you! You're all I think about and I hate myself for what I did to you. Please, tell me how to get you back" Gracie exclaims desperately as she stumbles with tears in her eyes.

"Come inside. You can stay here for the night" Gracie walks inside and sits on the couch as Y/n goes to the kitchen.

"Drink this. You need to sober up" Y/n tells the brunette as she hands her a glass of water.

"I'm not that drunk" Gracie slurs as she takes the water.

"Gracie you can't just come here drunk out of your mind and confess your love to me. If you really want to be with me, then ask me out properly. Sober. I'm going to bed" Y/n grabs some pillows and blankets for the brunette before walking to her room leaving Gracie to sit in silence.

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Y/n wakes the next morning to the smell of bacon coming from her kitchen. She walks out of her room to see Gracie standing at her stove as she takes a sip of her water.

"Gracie? What are you doing?" The shorter girl asks as she rubs her eyes.

"I'm making breakfast. I need you to know how much I love you, Y/n" Gracie replies as she turns to face the girl with a soft smile.

"Gracie you don't need to do this"

"Yes I do. I hurt you so much and you need to know I won't ever do it again" Gracie steps closer to her before their lips slowly move closer together. Just when Gracie goes to intertwine their lips, Y/n's phone begins to ring. They quickly pull away as Y/n reaches for her phone.

"It's, uh, Taylor. I forgot I told her I'd help her with something today. Um, do you mind locking up when you leave? You remember where the spare key is, right?" Y/n rushes to grab her bag before running out of her apartment. Gracie mumbles in agreement as she's left in silence once again. After a few minutes of thinking, the brunette rushes out of the apartment and locks the door before rushing back to her own.

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“Dude why are you making a cake?” Audrey asks her roommate as she walks into the kitchen to see the brunette put sprinkles on the pink cake.

“It’s for Y/n. Just trying to show her how much she means to me, you know?” Gracie replies as she puts the cake on a plate and turns to her best friend.

“You’re gonna have to do more than that. You treated her like crap” Audrey takes a seat on the couch before turning on the TV.

“I don’t know what else to do! I can’t think of anything! I want her to know I’m ready to commit to her” Gracie exclaims as she takes a seat next to her friend.

“Sing one of the songs you wrote. Oh! The blue! Sing that one. She’d love it”

“How do you know about that one? I never told anyone about it” Gracie asks as she turns away embarrassed.

“I heard you singing it the other day. We do share an apartment, you know?” Gracie sighs before saying goodbye to her roommate and taking the cake to her car. The brunette drives to younger Swift’s apartment before knocking on the door.

“Gracie? What-“

“I made you a cake. Pinks your favourite colour, right?” Gracie asks nervously as she picks at her finger nails, holding out the cake.

“Y/n I love you so much. Please give me one more chance. I promise I will never hurt you again” the taller girl begs before Y/n takes the cake from her and pulls her inside. She puts the cake on her table before gently pushing her lips against the brunettes, wrapping her arms around her neck.

“I love you too Gracie. Are you sure you’re ready for this commitment?” Y/n asks as she plays with the hairs on the back of Gracie’s neck.

“Absolutely. There’s no one else I wanna be with” Gracie responds before pulling the shorter girl into another, more passionate kiss.

“Taylor’s gonna love this” Y/n mumbles before giggling into the kiss.

#taylor swift x reader #gracie abrams x reader #gracie abrams #x reader #taylor swift #romance #fluff #angst with a happy ending

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melimelissa998 · 1 year

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A Favor pt. 2

part 1

A few days later after that night, it was all back to normal in my head. Wake up, teach, stay up late, sleep and repeat. First I felt really bad for that boy getting in trouble, and also anxious that he’ll show up at my door and punch me for being a snitch.

I look at the hour on my watch and decide it’s time to leave work today. I stack all the graded homework together and the rest in another pile for tomorrow, I put them in the drawer and start to clean up my desk.

As I close the classroom door, I hear footsteps approach me; I turn to see Miss Young with a mop in her hand. “Oh miss Y/N, like always staying so late” she says, I see how her face wrinkles into a smile that also makes me smile. “If I grade now, I’ll have my weekend free, it’s worth it” I tell her and she nods, she wishes me a nice sleep and to take care, I wave her goodbye and to also take care.

I walk around the building to the back stairs to get to my apartment. I pass the small playground and stop at the convenience store that's across to buy dinner. I take a moment to think if I should walk to the front of my building or just use the back door that’s straight ahead. I roll my eyes at myself. Like if you would surround the building just to get to the front when the back door is just a few steps away…

Before I open the door and step in, I hear a noise that’s between a cry and a growl. I stay still to check if I’ll hear it again, and I do. I walk to the corner of the building to the small alley where we leave the garbage to see if the noise is P, the small cat that the building adopted a few months ago; but it’s not P.

I see a silhouette trying to stand up and slip to the floor. “Oh shoot” I panic and walk closer “Are you alright?” I ask waiting to know if they needed help. I see his face and instantly recognize it’s the blonde freckle boy from the pool place. But what were the odds to see each other, again. “Are you okay?” I ask again even though I see him struggle. “It’s okay” he replies. I back a little and notice how his left shoulder looks a little off, I focus more on it, and even though there’s almost no streetlight I can tell it’s not normal. “We should.” “No!” he interrupts me with a deep and firm voice. “I said it’s okay, just go” he tells me as he tries to pass me but falls to the floor. He cries out of pain and my heart hurts hearing him. I quickly kneel down, “I-I can’t leave you like this, let me take you to a hos.” Again he interrupts me in the same mad tone “I said no, Y/N” he repeats and I pick up an accent. “O-okay, but at least call someone, call Lee Know, or your other friend” I suggest and he nods, he tries getting up and almost loses his balance but I put my hands on his chest to keep him from falling on me. His head is lays on my shoulder and I call him out “Hey, hey, you there?” I slightly shake him, but he doesn’t verbally respond, only a small growl. “Oh gosh” I complain out loud.

Why me again. I will regret this, I will definitely regret this again… “Hey.” I wanted to call his name but I actually don’t know it? “Let’s get out of here yeah? Just help me out a little” I talk to him hopping he can hear me. We try to walk to the back door building to get us in, but when I mean we, I mean just me with this boy hanging on me on one side and my heavy handbag on the other.

A 3 minute trip to my floor and door turned into maybe a 20 minute walk “Lean on the wall for a sec” I suggest him, he keeps growling and crying from the pain as I look for my keys and open the door as fast as I can. Lucky for us my sofa was close by to the entrance. I didn’t attend to through him on the sofa but he kinda slips off my arms and falls making him cry louder “I, shit, sorry, sorry” I cover my mouth with both hands. He mumbles that it’s fine but I still feel guilty. “What’s your friend number?” I ask as I take my phone out my bag trying get ride of how bad I feel, he nods his head and turns to his right side “My phone” he says, I stand a little confused “In my, my pocket” he explains “Oh, yeah” I say obviously. I take out the mobile waiting for maybe a Samsung or an iPhone but I didn’t expect a 2004 type of phone, I frown and look at him like if he was a mad man. I want to ask what’s up with this but he talks first “Press one” he orders, I am still confused “Speed dial one” he orders again as if it was obvious what he meant, I shake my head to myself. This is not normal, this is mad. Crazy mad. I dial and wait on the tone. “Where are you, mate?” is the first thing that comes from the other side. That accent. It’s him. “Uh, I, em, your friend, he’s not okay and.” I try to explain but he interrupts me “Who the hell is this?” he questions and my heart beat speeds up “Y/N” I gulp down my saliva “Y/N” he doesn’t say it in a question, it sounded more like if he was repeating it to himself. I hear his voice in my head echoing my name in his accent. British? Australian? I try to think a little more… “Where is he?” his question pops me out of my thinking bubble “Uh, he’s with me, my apartment, I, he is bad injured, I think he’ll faint in any minute, I live, em, on Berrywood Parkway, it’s um, behind the.” I am half way in the explanation but he once again interrupts me “I know, I´ll be there shortly, keep him awake” he demands before he hangs up on me, I look at the phone no believing how rude he was right now. I inhale and look at the boy on my sofa have unconscious, I stand there looking at his face, he has a few cuts and a big bruise on his left cheek, I walk to my bathroom and get my first aid kit, I kneel close to him “I’m going to clean you up okay?” I ask softly and nods slowly.

While I clean his injuries I couldn’t stop feeling worried for him, he wasn’t older than me, and he also looks so small in some way. “Felix” he whispers, I am cleaning up his open lip and when I hear him I accidentally press on it too much, he wimps and I apologize "You said Felix?" I repeat “My name, it’s Felix” he repeats and then I notice he also has an accent, just like his friend… “I’m Y/N” I say and he chuckles “I remember you Y/N, bad ass the other day honestly” he lets out a small laugh and I smile, but soon he growls in pain again and touches his left shoulder “It’s dislocated, isn’t it?” I ask and he nods “W-what happen? Did someone try to assault you?” I ask worried for him but he shakes his head “Just don’t” he suggests me. I want to say something more, but a knock on the door and my name in the unknown accent stops me. Oh shit.

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gemini-sensei · 1 year

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Today I am thinking about poly Eli and Demetri who have been working a lot recently. Demetri spends some overtime at his office job working on a project and Eli took on another class at the dojo. They want to make a little extra money to surprise their lovely little wife with a vacation away, so they're hard at work looking to make that happen.

Downside is that they come home later. Demetri is overseeing a whole group of people, so the reports he'd usually review in the morning, he stays in late to go over for that overtime bonus. Eli's new class goes over a few days and then he finds himself cleaning up or fixing things around the dojo, even running errands. Anything for a little more cash for his pretty wife. But sometimes they come home and she's already in bed, fast asleep, their dinner on the stove with a little ily note.

She'll wake up in the morning amd they're leaving, giving her quick kisses on the cheek and lips, telling her they love her to the ends of the earth before walking out the door. They hardly have time to talk, which is a real problem for Reader.

For weeks, she's needed to sit down with them. However, they come in needing a shower and go straight to the bathroom with little hellos to her, or they're drop dead tired and all they want is to go to be so they can get up in the morning and do it all over again. Weekends would be ideal if only Eli didn't teach those days. It's turning into a big mess and she doesn't even understand why.

Finally, she throws a wrench in this routine when they walk in and find a box on the living room table. It's not very big and there's a piece of paper on top. They sit down and Demetri reads the small note aloud:

I know you two have been busy, but so have I. There hasn't been a good time to talk to you and that's okay, I know you work so hard for us to live as well as we do. However, there's been something on my mind that I thought you two should know about.

I'm already asleep, but you van open this without me. I hope you like what I've been working on, it's taken a lot of time and energy so far.

Love, Reader ♡

With that said, Eli tries to open the box, but Demetri stops him.

"We should really wait for Reader," he tells his husband, feeling bad that they haven't been able to spend time with their wife recently. "I mean, this is obviously really important to her."

"The note said we could open it now, so we should just open it nlw," Eli argues. He has the box lid in his hands, ready to rip it off. "Plus, if we don't open it and she asks us tomorrow how we liked her surprise, she'll be upset we didn't open it."

Demetri bites his cheek, then nods. "You have a point there."

"I know I do," Eli smirks, then turns his attention to the box

When he pulls the lid off, they both peer into the box and are shocked by what they see. Inside are two baby onesies laid atop two rolled up baby blankets. On top of that is a string of ultrasound pictures and two pacifiers and two rattles around them.

The lid falls from Eli's fingers as he stared and Demetri takes out the pictures. They look at them closely, silently letting the surprise sink in.

"Oh my god, I can't believe it," Demetri mumbles.

"Well believe it," Eli tells him, picking up one of the onesies and reading the front of it that says MY DADS KICK ASS. He can't help but smile. "Reader wouldn't make this up."

"I mean I can't believe we didn't know," Demetri clarifies.

Eli looks at him, deadpan expression on his face. "I wonder why that might be."

They argue about the logistics of knowing versus not knowing before they turn back to the pictures and stare at them. It's another several minutes before Eli points out how they're labeled A and B, at which point he starts crying because holy ahit it's all sunk in and they're having twins.

Demetri has to hold him and calm him down, but Eli is just so happy and bawling, hugging the onesie to his chest. Dem won't let him go to their room where Reader is sleeping until he stops crying, so once he's calmed down, they get up and go get ready for bed as quietly as humanly possible. Eli carries that fucking onesie with him too.

Then once they're ready, they crawl into bed with Reader. Eli's so soft and needy, Demetri lays with him and holds him while he holds Reader, making Eli the middle spoon. He puts his hand over Reader's belly and for the first time he feels how different it is.

Instead of her normal pudgy fat that he loves to squeeze from time to time, it's more solid and firm. There's a roundness to her belly hidden under his hold sweaters and Deletri's punny t-shirts. He realizes she's hidden this little secret so well so that they could be thoroughly surprised, which is a far better one than they were going to give to her.

He falls asleep with his face buried in her neck, whispering "I love you" over and over again softly. Demetri doesn't fall asleep for a while, just watching over the two loves of his life, pleasantly happy with the idea of calling in one of his vacation days tomorrow so that they can all celebrate their twins and Reader.

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jackhues · 1 year

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uh... tuesday? - jamie drysdale

request: could you do a jamie drysdale fic where they get into an argument, and jamie says stuff he doesn’t mean, but then at the very end they apologize and it’s like fluff

requested by: anon : )

notes: not sure how much i like the ending, but the rest of it was fun! thanks for requesting <3

tags: @woodruff-edwards , @austinbutlerscaresme , @zegras2crosby , @l0veforhugh3s <3 || join my taglist!

gif not mine!

you tapped your foot nervously.

it was nearly eight o’clock, and you and jamie had agreed to meet here at seven. although the place wasn’t too fancy, it was fancy enough that people began to notice you waiting on someone.

“ma’am, are you still ordering?” the waitress came back for the fifth time.

you sighed, finally admitting to yourself that jamie wasn’t going to show. “i’ll just take some of the chocolate cake.”

the waitress’ eyes softened marginally, and she nodded, bringing your cake back quickly.

you ate numbly, wondering why the hell jamie had been so adamant on a date today. it was your two-year anniversary, but you were alright celebrating later on in the week. the ducks had just come back from a long and sad road trip yesterday, and you wanted jamie to be rested and happy for your small celebration. he disagreed, saying he wanted to do it on the day. you gave in, mainly because he seemed so excited about something for the first time in a long time.

i shouldn’t have agreed, you thought to yourself as you made your way into the car. if you hadn’t agreed, you wouldn’t have been embarrassed in front of so many people.

you made your way to your apartment, locking the door behind you. jamie was nowhere to be found. you opened your phone, scrolling through a wave of unanswered texts to jamie from your end.

annoyed and angry, you slipped out of your dress, scrubbing your makeup off and changing into your pajamas. you climbed into bed early, still no answer from jamie.

it must’ve been around midnight when you felt the bed dip, rousing you.

you lifted your head, being shushed by jamie as he apologized loudly for waking you up. you ignored him, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. turning the lamp on, you blinked at jamie’s dishevelled appearance.

he smelt like alcohol.

while you’d been stood up by your boyfriend on your anniversary (because he wanted to do it the day of), he’d been out drinking.

“where have you been?” you asked, barely trying to keep your voice down.

“out with the guys,” he merely answered. he wasn’t drunk yet, but he smelled strongly of alcohol.

“do you know what last night was?” you asked, crossing your arms. you’d cooled off as you slept, but jamie’s nonchalant attitude was starting to get you mad and annoyed all over again.

“uh… tuesday?” he guessed.

“it was our anniversary,” you corrected him. “you’d told me to meet you at the restaurant at seven o’clock, remember?”

you watched jamie rack his messy thoughts, trying to remember. his eyes widened briefly as he realized what you were talking about.

“oh right!” he snapped his fingers. he began to pull the blanket over himself, “that was last night? i forgot.”

outraged, you pulled the blanket back.

“it was your idea!” you yelled.

“what the fuck, y/n?!” he was shouting too now. “it’s a stupid mistake, who cares? we can go tomorrow.”

“that was what i had planned out,” you reminded him. “but then you decided no, let’s go out on the day of our anniversary. this was your idea,” you jammed your finger in his chest. “the least you could do is be there for it.”

“great, i’m the bad guy,” he rolled his eyes. “you’re just overreacting. let’s talk about this in the morning.”

you scoffed as jamie turned his back on you, pulling the blanket over himself.

you felt like the reaction you’d had was very appropriate. not only did he forget, you were embarrassed in front of a group of people. sure, you’d never see them again, but it wasn’t good for your come-and-go confidence.

grabbing your pillow, you yanked the blanket off of jamie as you got off the bed.

“holy shit, y/n! i thought we said we’ll talk about it tomorrow?!” he sat up, reaching for the blanket. he blinked twice at the sight of you leaving the room with the blanket and your pillow.

“y/n?” he called. “y/n? where are you going?”

you didn’t answer, setting your pillow and blanket on the couch. you’d just gotten settled when the blanket was yanked off of you.

“what do you want, jamie?” you groaned, reaching for the blanket.

“why are you sleeping here?” he asked.

“i don’t want to sleep in the same bed as you right now,” you answered. “i’m mad and annoyed, and i might do something stupid.”

“like smother me in my sleep?” he furrowed his brows.

you almost laughed out loud, freezing when you remembered you were supposed to be mad at him.

“maybe,” you answered instead.

jamie studied you for a second, the realization that this was something you weren’t happy about, finally making its way to his slow brain.

“go sleep on the bed,” he said finally, nudging you.

“huh?”

“i’ll take the couch. you go sleep on the bed,” he told you.

you appreciated the concern, but shook your head anyways. sure you were a little stubborn, but he deserved this. “i don’t want to. now give me the blanket back.”

jamie sighed, deciding you weren’t going to give in. he climbed on top of you, throwing the blanket over you two.

“jamie!” you yelled, swatting him as he tried to fit the two of you on the couch.

you ended up lying on top of him more than the sofa. you were tired and cold, and jamie was warm and for that moment, all the anger you felt disappeared.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered, running his fingers through your hair. “i’m an idiot, who should know better than to try and plan something. you weren’t overreacting.”

“i was a little,” you admitted softly.

jamie laughed, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with you.

“i’m sorry too,” you told him. “for stealing the blanket from you.”

“it’s okay,” he grinned, the two of your laughter echoing through the walls of your home.

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peekaboo-icyou · 1 year

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“Cramps”

So you’ve been on your period for a couple days now and your cramps have gotten worse and worse. You didn’t sleep all night because of how bad you felt, so when Wilbur woke up at 4:30-5:00am to get ready for work he gently shook you awake “baby…wake up…” your eyes fluttered open and you groan “hm…” he smiles softly “do you need me to stay home today and take care of you?..” you shake your head softly “I-I don’t want you to miss work because of me plus your men have been doing your work because you’ve been staying home with me” he sighs “will you be ok?” You nod, he sighs and gets up and gets ready for work and you fall back asleep, 20 minutes later you hear him trying to quietly sneak beside you and set a few things on your bedside table “Wil?…what are you doing?…” he mutters something angrily because he woke you up “I was just getting a few things to help you feel better…” your heart melts because of this “t-thank you baby I’ll see you when you get home…” he kisses you softly and he kisses you before quietly walking away and shutting the bedroom door behind him. 3 hours later you get out of bed after suffering for 2 hours of not being able to get up without feeling like you just got stabbed 37 times in the stomach, and right after you got out of bed you got back in bed and watched movies while drinking tea and laying on a heating pad until you felt the worst pain you have ever felt before, when Wilbur got home he went up to your shared bedroom and when he opened the door he was met with you curled up in a ball sobbing, he quickly ran over to you “baby what’s wrong?” He cradles you in his arms “shhhh…it’s ok baby please calm down and tell me what’s wrong…” you sniffle “I-it hurts…” he runs his fingers through your hair “I know love I know…just let me take care of you” he Carrie’s you to the bathroom and sets you down on the counter before turning on the bath and pours bubbles and rose peddle and a bath bomb in the bath “do you need anything else my love?” “C-can you get in with me?” He smiles “of course darling” he undresses you and sets you in the tub before getting undressed and getting in the bath with you “feel better?” “A little” he smiles and lays down and you lay on his chest, after your bath he Carrie’s you to your bed even though you protest and he gets your comfiest pjs “can you please do what you need in the bathroom so I can dress you, love?” “I can dress myself” he pouts “why wont you let me take care of you” “fine” you go to the bathroom and do your business and walk back to the bedroom and Wilbur picks you up and lays you on the bed and dresses you “comfy?” You giggle “very” he makes sure you comfy in bed and puts your favorite show on “I’ll be right back darling…” he hands you your favorite of his sweaters and leaves, 30 minutes later he comes back with a tray of your favorite food and snacks “aww…” he smiles and puts it on your lap “need anything else?” You smile and tear up “no…” he cradles your face “hey hey what’s wrong…” you sniffle “I-I don’t deserve you…” “shhh never say that again you do deserve me I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you I mean I’ve killed people I’m a mafia boss and you this sweet innocent person who wouldn’t hurt a fly” you hug him “thank you Wilby” he chuckles, you both sit there and cuddle while watching movies and eating snacks until he gets a call he sighs and mutters “god dammit” he answers the phone “what do you want?” There’s talking on the other end but you can’t make out what the person is saying “you guys can handle it didnt I tell you my wife wasn’t feeling well. Thank you for taking care of my work I’ll be back tomorrow if she feels better” you frown “bubs you don’t have to stay here with me…” he smiles softly “oh your to kind for this world” you both cuddle the rest of the night and you ended up making him go to work the next day despite his protests.

This has literally been in my drafts for a month and a half

#wilbur x reader #wilbur x y/n #mcyt x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x you #wilbur x reader fluff #mcyt x reader #mcyt wilbur #mafia au #wilbur mcyt #wilbur dream smp

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toomuchracket · 1 year

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Happy Belated Birthday! I hope you had the best day and enjoyed yourself.

I imagine big beefy Ross BF trying to surprise you for your bday but he’s so tall and loud you just hear him coming up the stairs or think someone has just broken in

thank you lovely!! this is a very sweet thought - definitely imagining the two of you all upset in the weeks leading up to your birthday because tour ends the day before and the boys are flying home on your birthday, so ross will miss most of it by the time he gets back. you're not too fussed, but ross LOVES celebrating your birthday and turning it into a whole thing, so he's really devastated about the idea of missing the majority of the day. cut to about 7am on your actual birthday, when you're awoken by a clatter downstairs - which terrifies you, because you're home alone and the dog is lying at the foot of the bed - and a familiar voice going "oh, for fuck's sake", like at a volume meant to be quiet but still loud in such an empty, soundless house. you and the dog both perk up at the sound, your heart swelling (metaphorically) and your eyes beginning to tear up as you hear ross begin to pad up the stairs - the dog runs out happily as he reaches the landing, and you can hear ross go "shhh, hi, yes, i'm happy to see you too mate! some bloody guard dog you are, though, not leaving the bedroom until i'm almost at it. i bet you've been spoiled while i was gone, yeah, gotten lazy? i'll be having words with your mother about that once she wakes up". and you giggle from the bed, which makes the dog run back in and jump up next to you; ross follows, pausing in the doorway to smile at you, holding a bouquet of flowers, and he's like "yep, just as i suspected, sleeping in the bed. spoiled". you're like "well i had to have some company when you were away. also - mother? the dog's now our baby?", and ross laughs and says "until you let me give you an actual one, yeah. happy birthday, by the way, my love" before he comes over and lays the flowers on the bedside table and kisses you. and you drag ross on top of you like the best weighted blanket ever and say "you know, the way you phrased that made it seem like you knocking me up was my birthday present", and he laughs and says "well, to be fair, birthday sex was on the agenda for today regardless of what time i got back at, sooooooo", and you giggle before saying "wait - how are you back so early? i thought it was the early evening you'd be getting home". and ross kisses your nose and says "went straight to the airport after the show yesterday. half my shit is still with the boys - adam says he'll pop round with it tomorrow. but there was no way i was missing spending your entire birthday with you, love, not a chance" - you tear up a little bit again, and kiss your boyfriend before the two of you exchange i love you's. and then ross yawns slightly, and you're like "come on, get in", and he wiggles his eyebrows like "cashing in birthday sex already? i like it", and you roll your eyes like "no, dafty, a nap - you're exhausted and i was planning to sleep for another three hours". and ross laughs and moves off you to pick the dog up and put them in their dog bed before he climbs in beside you to spoon, snuggling in sweetly - that is, before he says "i mean really i could just slip it in for one round now-" and you're like "SLEEP i promise we can have sex later" lol. but you nap for a bit, comfy in your boyfriend's big arms once again, before spending a lovely birthday with him <3

#mads muses #mads answers asks #ross asks #fluff asks #mads' bday bash

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onlygenxhere · 8 months

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20, 51, and 59 for juke <3

Luke and Julie were in the studio minding their own business just making out like two normal teenagers when Alex and Reggie threw open the studio doors.

“Ugh,” Alex groaned and called over his shoulder. “I regret to inform you the straights are at it again.”

“Hey!” He and Julie both protested as Willie came rolling in on his board behind Alex.

“I’m offended,” Julie said sliding off Luke’s lap and handing him one of the pillows next to them without a word. He grinned and casually put it in his lap where she’d been.

“Yeah me too!” he pointed at himself.

Alex rolled his eyes as he sat in the recliner and Willie plopped right down in his lap.

Reggie was already in the other chair grinning like a loon, watching the show.

Alex was distracted by his boyfriend so Willie was the one that asked. “And why are you two offended? You were the ones making out in a public space and I thought we’d decided that was against the rules.”

“Yeah, no,” Luke started, “we definitely owe the rule breaking jar a fiver.”

“We’re offended you called us straight.” Julie nodded at them.

“What?” Alex finally looked up. “You two aren’t straight?”

Luke rolled his eyes. “None of us are straight dude.”

Reggie raised his hand, “I’m straight.”

They all looked at him until he put his hand down.

“Sweetie, we’re not getting into that right now.” Julie reached over and patted Reg on the knee making him blush and jump up. “I thought we had practice today.” He headed over to his bass not making eye contact with anyone.

Everyone ignored Reggie. He’d figure it out when he was ready.

“So you two aren’t straight?” Willie asked.

“When did you figure that out?” Alex leaned forward wrapping his arms around Willie’s waist to hold him steady.

Julie shrugged, “I’ve known I was bi since I was twelve.”

Luke grinned at his girlfriend long enough for Alex to get impatient.

“Luke?”

“Oh, yeah sorry.” He turned back to Alex. “I think everyone is hot so I’ve been thinking I might be pan?” he glanced at Julie again who nodded encouragingly. “At least bi.” He looked back at Alex. “I mean you and I had that thing…”

Alex’s eyes bugged out and he hid his face in Willie’s back who started to howl with laughter, “How have I not heard about THIS!?”

Alex stood up with Willie in his arms and set him down gently on his feet kissing him quickly. “Like Reggie said, we have practice.” He darted off to his kit and started checking his snares for tuning.

Willie plopped back down in the chair. “Well someone is going to tell me that story sometime soon.”

Luke and Julie got up and as Julie headed for her keyboard Luke leaned down and whispered, “I’ll tell you tomorrow if he doesn’t tonight.”

Willie gave him a wink and a pat on the shoulder. “Thanks man.”

Band practice went great for about an hour and then Julie missed her queue to come in on Now or Never and then thirty minutes later she flubbed her piano playing on Edge of Great. When she messed up the words to Wake Up, which they’d modified to make it a whole band piece, Luke knew something was wrong.

“Hey, baby.” He set his guitar down as he looked over at Julie who was looking more tired and sweaty than the rest of them and she’d been sitting the last couple of hours. “Are you ok?”

She sighed and shook her head. “No, I don’t think so.”

They were all frowning at her as Reg reached over and put his hand on her forehead. “Oh no, she’s hot.” He looked over at Luke who was making his way over to her to check himself.

He pressed his lips to her forehead. His mom had always done that saying lips were a better judge of temperature. “Jules you’re burning up.”

“Oh good,” She leaned against him, “Because I feel like shit.”

He chuckled. “Ok, band practice is over.” He scooped Julie up in his arms. “Everyone go drink like a gallon of orange juice.”

“What about you?” Reggie frowned as Luke turned to carry Julie up to the house.

“Dude,” Alex rolled his eyes. “Do you not remember what they were doing when we got here?”

“Oh…” Reggie nodded. “You’re screwed.”

Willie laughed from over on the sofa. “You need any help?” he asked standing up but keeping his distance.

Luke shook his head then paused. “Maybe text Ray and let him know what’s going on.” He glanced down at Julie who had her eyes closed and was leaning against his chest. “I’ll text my mom that I’m staying over here for a couple of days. I can’t afford to get either of them sick right now.”

The guys all nodded solemnly. They all knew his dad had just finished his first round of chemo for throat cancer a couple of weeks ago. Getting either of his parents sick right now would be… bad.

He got Julie up to her room and in her bed as quickly as possible. She was going downhill fast. Her teeth were chattering by the time he got back with some medicine to bring her fever down and a large glass of water.

He held her up, helped her take the pills and drink some of the water.

She looked up at him with glassy eyes as he laid her back down. “You’d marry me if I asked, right?”

“What?” he chuckled as he went to stand and she grabbed his hand tightly, tears filling her eyes.

“You’d marry me,” her voice broke, “if I asked… right?”

He had no idea where this was coming from and this wasn’t the time to ask. The answer was the same no matter the reason anyway.

Luke leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “Yes, I’d marry you if you asked.”

She grinned. “I thought so.”

He went to stand again and she held his hand tighter. “Stay?”

He’d already agreed to marry her so what would be the harm in staying.

Still, he got in the bed on her other side but stayed on top of the covers so as not to upset Ray when he got home.

Although by the time Ray got home a couple hours later he was shivering and feverish too. Ray got him some meds and reluctantly agreed he might as well stay with Julie who was sound asleep.

She didn’t remember asking him if he’d marry her once they were well but Luke wrote it down and told her the whole story when they were on their honeymoon five years later.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #juke #chaotic writing prompt #happy juke jeudi!#getting all three of these to work together wasn't as easy as it originally seemed #i'm fairly pleased with myself

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ser-rctslcyer · 2 years

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In Your Arms || Steven Grant

Pairing: Steven Grant x Gender-neutral! Reader

Word Count: 1k

Synopsis: Some soft times with your love.

Warnings: Pure fluff

A/N: for my dear @mccnknightstcrdst , i hope this brings you good comfort!

“Hiya,” Steven’s voice sang, through the speakers of your phone.

“Hi, Steven,” you couldn’t help the small chuckle, even with how tired you were, “are you on your way home?”

“No not yet— actually I just wanted to let you know I’m going to be coming home a little late today.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, I wanted to get some things set up for tomorrow's tours, and plus I promised J.B. I’d help him with a few things,” he explained and you could hear something being moved in the background.

“That’s very sweet of you,” you spoke drowsily, pressing the button to the elevator.

“Are you okay, love?” he asks, a hint of worry in his voice.

“Yeah, I’m just a little tired.” you rub over your eyes, annoyed with how long the elevator was taking.

“Oh, then please don’t forget to eat, Jake says there’s still some leftover spaghetti in the fridge,” he added and you chuckled.

“I feel like I should be saying that to you, hon.” he gasps.

“Hey! I just grabbed something to eat for J.B. and I, thank you very much. Besides, I’ve gotten a lot better at not forgetting.” he challenged and you couldn’t help but smile. The dinged alarmed you as the doors opened to the empty elevator— you stepped in and pressed the button.

“I’m sure Marc and Jake agree,” you hum and Steven sighs.

“Rude.”

“Just teasing you.”

“Well, if you are sleepy don’t wait up on me, ye?”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Love,” he starts until you make a small noise.

“How else will you get your welcome back kisses if I’m not awake?” you argue, frowning sly.

“They can always come later.”

“Not really ‘welcome back’ kisses if they’re in the morning,”

“God, your sassy when you're tired,” he grumbles.

“M’not.” you yawn and the elevator stops.

“Sure, well I outta get going if I wanna make it home into time for kisses.”

“You better. I love you, Steven, and tell J.B. I said, hi.”

“I love you too and will do. Laters gators!” you smile before hanging up and putting it back in your pocket. Taking out your key, the one the boys had given you and unlocked the door. You weren’t officially moved in with the boys, rather after you started dating them you spent most of your time over in their apartment.

The cool air greeted you as you stepped into the apartment, a small sigh leaving you. The soreness in your body ached as you moved through the room, dropping your bag by the side of his desk. Your body was ready to give up on you, wanting nothing more than to be in bed already but you needed to eat. With no more delay, you started heating up the leftovers which gave you enough time to change into comfortable clothes. You ate and then fed the fishes before sitting down on the chair and turning on the T.V., hoping to keep yourself awake. You were barely a quarter way through when your eyes began to droop until finally, you fell asleep.

—

You stir at the sounds of someone moving throughout the room, followed by a soft thud and some cursing. Barely opening your eyes, you catch a glimpse of your boyfriend, trying to silently move around the kitchen.

“Hi,” you call out, your voice seemingly startles him as he nearly drops the cup in his hand. He looks over at you with an apologetic smile before putting his cup in the sink and walking over to you.

“Sorry, love, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he whispered, kneeling before you. His hands are warm, as his thumbs brush over your cheeks.

“S’fine,” you stretch a little, letting your body wake up more before you leaned over and gently kissed his lips, “welcome home.” he grins widely, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You lean into his touch, savoring it as your eyes shut again.

“Would you like to head to bed now?” he nuzzled his nose against yours.

“Not till your ready,” you grumble, earning a chuckle from Steven.

“Always so stubborn,” he kisses the corner of your lips before he pulled away; you groaned. You rest your head back on the arm of the couch, listening to him shuffle through his drawer and then into the bathroom. The noises begin to get softer until you hear the door which prompts you to open your eyes again.

“Ready?” you peer up at him, taking the hand he extended out from you. He hugs you close as he takes you to the bed, tugging the covers back. You slide into the bed first, turning over as he got in. Naturally, you scooch over and settle on his chest; his arm wraps itself around you, holding you against his soft sweater as he pulls the covers up.

“Comfy?” he finishes tucking the covers around you both and you let out a soft ‘mhm’. You listened contently to the soft thudding of his heartbeat, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne. His fingers danced over your lower back, drawing small swirls and tapping different delicate rhythms— luring you back to sleep.

“Love, you still with me?” he whispers, and sluggish you nod your head.

“I missed you.” you mutter, rubbing your face against his sweater.

“Aww, I missed you too.”

“I wish we could spend every moment like this.”

“I do too, I think about this all the time. Having in my arms and showing you every bit of affection I can muster. You know, why?” he questions, placing his hand gently on the nape of your neck.

“Why?”

“Because you are the most important person in my life– in our lives. You’ve shown us all so much love and kindness and I don’t think any of us can ever repay you for it. So I wish to smother you in all the love I can muster until maybe you understand a little of how you make me feel.” he finishes his speech and your heartaches as you try to hold back your tears.

“Stop your making me fall in love with you all over again,” you mumble into his chest, barely hearing the small gasp that leaves as you begin to fall asleep.

“Oh love, I could never stop falling for you,” he says blissfully, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Goodnight Steven.”

“Goodnight, my heart.” he kisses the top of your forehead as finally, you fall back asleep and dream of nothing but him.

#loser idiot fic #steven grant x reader #moon knight fic

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vinvantae · 2 years

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Baby Steps

Part 6/26

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Rating - Mature

Warnings - Explicit language, mentions of sex, alcohol

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The team cheered as Lando raced across the line in 4th place - you put on a smile because you knew cameras were around but you felt disappointed when Daniel came around the corner almost 20 seconds later in 7th. You’d hoped he’d gain several places during the race but it just hadn’t happened and you knew he’d be disappointed.

You and the team made your way across the pitlane to say congrats to the boys, Mercedes cheering loud as Lewis had nailed the first race of the season. The Brit in question grinned when he took his helmet off, coming over to you after his post race interview.

“Hey! Good job today.” He never had a mean word to say about anyone, it’s why you felt comfortable around him.

“You absolutely smashed it, Lewis. I’m proud of you.” You giggled softly as he wrapped his arms around you in a hug. “Keep this up and that’s an eighth world title.”

He always smelt so good, even post race. “Oh you bet. I’ll see you around, yeah?”

You nodded and smiled fondly as he moved away, missing the way Dan had seen the whole interaction. He knew you and Lewis were friends but he’d never really seen you talk much before - and the way he so easily swept you up into a hug made him jealous. Lewis was quite undoubtedly one of the best looking drivers on the grid, so seeing the way you let him hold you made the Australian’s jaw clench a little.

The two of you had spent a good chunk of the evening last night laughing at having a good time, being friends but he still couldn’t help but feel envious that there were other people you trusted more. But then your eyes landed on the Australian and he could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat, you looked so fond.

“Daniel!” You beckoned him over. “I’m sorry about the race.”

“Hey hey. Still a points finish.” He draped an arm across your shoulder, giving you a gentle squeeze. “I think it’s a decent start to the season, especially with Lando in fourth. Imola next though!”

“I love Imola.” You hummed, leaning into his hold a little. “Gotta get everything packed away before we go. Make sure you get lots of rest, okay?”

You slipped out from underneath his arm and head inside the garage, giving him one more kind smile. The team was buzzing with energy as they moved around the paddock, getting as much tidied away before the big moves were made tomorrow. Your focus was mostly on the electronic side, making sure all of the race data was saved and backed up onto multiple hard drives. You did miss some of the more physical engineering work but the strategy was a lot easier on you.

The sitter stayed with Milo until late into the evening, he was asleep by the time you made it back to the hotel - your body heavy with fatigue as you thanked her and closed the door as she left. It barely felt like you’d closed your eyes before your alarm went off in the morning. A soft groan left your lips as you rolled over to turn it off.

“Morning, Mummy.”

You looked over to see Milo sat up in his bed, doing some colouring in. “Morning, jellybean. You’re up early, why didn’t you wake me?”

“You looked tired.” He shrugged a little. “How was race?”

“Not too bad. Daniel came in 7th, Lando 4th.” You smiled softly, climbing out of bed to go give him a cuddle. “Wanna come to the next race? We’ll be going to Italy in a couple of days.”

“Yes please! I can wear my new Daniel shirt!” He grinned, wrapping his arms around you.

You chuckled softly. “Yes you can. You okay to stay with the sitter again today? It’ll be a little boring at work today, lots of packing the kit away.”

“Can we go to a park or something?”

“I’ll ask her when she gets here.”

The pair of you got ready for the day and with one last kiss to the forehead and a soft exchange of ‘I love you’s’, you headed off to work. Far less put together than you would be during the actual race weekend when cameras were around. Today was just about getting everything ready to move as quickly as possible so it would be in Italy for the race in 2 weeks.

You were greeted at the paddock gates by Carlos with a large hot drink and a hug to start your day.

“Good race yesterday.” You smiled softly, taking a sip of your drink as the two of you head towards the office buildings.

“Could have been better, Lando did a very good job.” He hummed softly. “Fancy grabbing breakfast with me before you start?”

You checked your watch. “I’ve got some time.”

“Perfect.”

You followed him into the Ferrari building and straight up to his driver’s room - trying not to draw too much attention to yourself in your McLaren uniform, the bright orange making it a little difficult - as you rounded the corner you bumped directly into Charles who raised a brow at the pair of you. “Good morning.”

“Hi, I’m just here for breakfast, not spying I swear.” You held your hands up defensively.

The driver’s lips curved into a handsome smirk. “I should join you, just be on the safe side.”

“Y-yeah, of course.”

The Monagasque followed you both into Carlos’ room, you weren’t sure what his motives were but you couldn’t exactly say no - you were on his turf after all. He was a nice boy and Carlos seemed to get on well with him so you’d give him the time of day. He did make you a little nervous, he was undoubtedly one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen so it was intimidating. The Spaniard, completely oblivious, opened up the fridge and got out the ingredients for breakfast sandwiches.

You and Charles sat on the sofa as Carlos got to work whipping up some food. The Ferrari driver closest to you sat up so he could get a good look at you. “So, y/n, didn’t want to join us at Ferrari?”

“Why would I leave McLaren to join a team who came 6th in the constructors last year?”

Charles clutched his hand over his heart. “Right where it hurts. You’ll be regretting that by the end of the year.”

“Mhmm hmm, sure.” You laughed softly. “Besides, as much as I love Carlos, McLaren is my family. I couldn’t jump ship… and I mean, you were around in 2018.”

Your eyes flickered across Charles’ face, hoping he remembered the year as well as you did so you didn’t have to remind him. He pressed his lips into a tight line and nodded. “Yeah, that. I’m surprised you stuck around at all.”

“Still love my work. Got a kid to raise so I need a job.”

Before the driver could get any further down the memory lane less travelled, Carlos swanned across the room and passed the sandwiches to you both. You didn’t have too much time to dwell on the past after that - the next two weeks were jam packed full of packing, strategy meetings and taking care of Milo. Who had decided that for the weekend in Imola, he wanted to make his own custom Danny Ric shirt.

The two of you sat in a quiet area of the Imola paddock with a white shirt splayed out on the ground and little tubs of fabric paint around it. Milo had a toddler size cap on his head to protect him from the sun as he started decorating the fabric. You sat beside him making a shirt of your own - mostly for something to do for the day but also because it was fun. You didn’t get to express your creative side often.

You decided to go for a badger in a honey pot, mostly because you didn’t think you could paint an actual honey badger - so a pun would do. Milo’s shirt was covered in the number 3 in different colours and sizes.

“That looks really good, jellybean.” You chuckled softly, wiping some paint off of his cheek. “I think everyone’s gonna want one of those.”

“I know I definitely do.”

You lifted your gaze, using your hand to block the sun from shining directly into your eyes, to see Daniel stood over you both with a playful smile on his face. He crouched down in front of Milo.

“Little man! That looks so cool! Reckon you can make me one?”

Milo’s eyes went wide before he nodded eagerly. “Yes! Mummy! Need another shirt please for Daniel!”

“Do you mind watching him for a second?” You not only surprised Daniel but you surprised yourself with how you already trusted him enough to leave your son alone with him.

“Not at all! You know I love the little guy.”

You gave Milo a kiss on the forehead before you head towards the McLaren building, leaving the driver alone with the toddler for the first time. Milo didn’t even seem phased and carried on decorating his shirt, paint all over his little hands but somehow he wasn’t getting any on the shirt that he didn’t want to be there.

Dan smiled softly. “Your Mummy is a very nice lady.”

“Yeah! She’s the best!” He beamed. “She likes you!”

“Oh yeah? He chuckled. “I like her too.”

It was almost like Milo didn’t even need watching, he was so busy painting that he didn’t even notice anything going on around him. Dan could see your features in him - his smile, the shape of his nose. He wasn’t your spitting image but he definitely was your boy. His eyes were the polar opposite to yours, and they almost seemed familiar to the Australian but he couldn’t place them.

When you returned the way Milo’s little face lit up was truly a picture - there was nothing like the bond between a mum and her child. You looked at him like he was the most special being on earth and he looked at you just the same. He’d always wanted a kid of his own, but had never settled down with a girl for long enough to consider it.

“Here we are, a shirt for Daniel.” You laid the top on the floor, a piece of cardboard wedged inside of it so the paint didn’t seep all the way through.

The two of you sat around quietly enjoying the sun whilst Milo painted. Your eyes were closed as you let the warmth wash over you - you didn’t have any work that needed doing until tomorrow so you were glad to be able to spend the day with Milo. You cracked an eye open as you heard the pair of them giggling, playfully rolling your eyes when you saw a toddler-shaped paint handprint on Daniel’s cheek.

“Milo!” You scolded softly. “Silly boy, why did you paint Daniel?”

“Funny.” He giggled again.

You grabbed your baby wipes out of your bag and passed them to Daniel so he could clean up. You couldn’t help the smile on your face as the driver just smudged the paint around instead of wiping it off.

“C’mere.”

Dan held his breath as you took his jaw in your hand, tilting his face to the side so you could get the paint off of him. Your touch was gentle and warm - your face focused. He knew if you moved your hand just a few centimetres down, you’d be able to feel how fast you made his heart race. He couldn’t look at you because he knew if you made eye contact at this moment he’d just melt into a puddle.

“All done!” You smiled softly, releasing him from your hold, the driver’s heart slowly returning to its normal pace. “We need to find somewhere to hang these so they can dry.”

“You can put them in my room. It’s got windows and if it happens to rain then they’ll stay dry.”

“Amazing.” You carefully picked up the shirts and Dan scooped up Milo, holding him close as the three of you made your way through the paddock to the McLaren building.

Neither of you said much but the quiet was comfortable - it didn’t feel like it needed to be filled with silly small talk. You were a little scared. This wasn’t like it was with Carlos or Lewis; when you were with them, you felt at ease but whilst you felt comfortable with Daniel, you felt nervous, your heart beat faster than usual. You’d promised yourself to stay away from the drivers in any sense other than professional because their job was dangerous and watching them crash was hard enough without having any kind of platonic or romantic feelings towards them.

You dared sneak a glance at Dan and Milo; the toddler had warmed to him so quickly too. You didn’t know what to do - you liked Daniel but you were scared to let him get too close to you and Milo. Your son hadn’t experienced the same heartbreak you had and you wanted to keep it that way.

But if you cut out Daniel then you’d have to do the same to Carlos and that just wasn’t happening. Making human connections with people was normal but the sport you’d chosen to work in was exactly why you liked to keep to yourself.

Instead, you’d just have to try and keep Dan at a sensible arms length and just pray that he stayed safe.

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stormkobra-5 · 2 years

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Hiiiii bestie, I would absolutely love

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For Santiago

Congratulations for 500 gorgeous!!

Hello hello bestie and welcome to my ask box (delayed, but it's still an ask box).

Romantic prompt with Santi, you say?

We all know that Santi's a man of few words, more a man of action.

So when he feels like you guys need a romantic evening day, he's going all out.

"Why don't you take off work tomorrow, cariño?"

"Why?"

"I have plans for us."

Of course, no amount of questioning will get him to reveal said plans even tickling and he's so ticklish it's not even funny

The next morning, you wake up to the smell of your favorite breakfast cooking/being prepared. Santi, mysteriously, is missing from your bed.

He appears a moment later, carrying-- what's this?

Oh yeah.

Breakfast in bed.

Then he pampers you with a bath, just how you like it, even washing your hair.

"Babe I thought this was supposed to be romantic for both of us???"

"Me taking care of you is romantic enough for me, mi vida."

And after that, he takes you on a leisurely walk, hike, bike ride, whatever you wanna do. It's all up to you. What you want to do Santi's ultimate goal today.

Until the evening, when he tells you to dress nice.

You don't question why at all.

He dresses really nice too, I mean damn.

But then again he's hot in anything so--

Santi makes you wear a blindfold in the car.

When you finally get to where you're going, it's a very, very fancy restaurant. Unlike Santi's style at all.

Inside are already reservations.

Santi's already very charming and romantic during dinner-- pulling out your chair before you sit, even laying your napkin on your lap for you, pouring your drink; he's already a perfect gentleman but damn.

Something's up.

You narrow your eyes at him. "What are you up to, Santiago?"

"nOTHinG"

Very convincing.

He may be a good soldier, but a liar?

His lying skills are as bad as his knees.

Speaking of which...

“Baby... you know I love you, right?”

“What’d you do?”

“nOtHinG stop accusing me of being suspicious!”

“But... you are being suspicious.”

He insists that he’s not, but he keeps checking his watch.

When you finally start to go back home, he detours, making you wear the blindfold again.

The car is stopped, and then you feel something drop in your lap.

Something alive.

You tear off the blindfold to find your dream puppy in your lap.

“Santi—“

“I know you’re lonely when I go off to work sometimes,” He said, “And with that job next week, I figured you could use a friend.”

You’re tearing up. “I love you, Santi.”

He leans over to kiss you, smiling softly. “I love you too, pajarito.”

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Thanks for reading! 🤍🤍🤍

(Hope you like it, Gadget!✨✨✨)

#triple frontier #santiago pope garcia x reader #santiago pope garcia #oscar isaac #oscar isaac hernandez estrada #ngl: if santi dropped a dalmatian or golden retriever puppy in my lap #i would burst into sobs okay

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twilightknight17 · 1 month

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Yesterday on P3R, we learn some new things, shake our heads at Kenji, and explore a new area of Tartarus!

Chidori is still being held in the hospital, mostly refusing to talk. She will talk to Junpei, but not about anything to do with Strega.

Today, though, she has an… adverse reaction.

Akihiko, its either a shadow or a persona. Come on, man. Being able to see it outside the Dark Hour is interesting, though.

Shinji, fortunately, tells them to get the hell out of the way so he can give her medicine, which calms down her persona and probably saves her life.

I’m with Mitsuru. That’s really not something to be so chill about.

That means their awakenings were definitely wrong, which we sort of already knew based on the whole human experimentation thing. I’m not entirely sure how to interpret this in terms of wider lore. Your shadow will definitely try to kill you if you reject it, but that’s not what’s happening here. This might say more about Chidori’s overall mindset than anything. Especially since she really just doesn’t care whether she lives or dies.

Junpei tells her that he didn’t want her to die. That he was panicking when Medea tried to kill her.

“Dying just means you don’t wake up tomorrow.”

Junpei doesn’t want to hear that in the slightest.

He’s in love with this girl. He hasn’t said it out loud yet, but I think saying that is close enough. XD

Shinji left the hospital, and Akihiko chased after him to ask why he had persona suppressants. Which… Shinji refused to answer, which is an answer in and of itself. The reason Akihiko is so worried, though, is because of the side-effects. Which are not specifically named, but implied to be very bad. Shinji tells him not to worry though, because he’s not taking them anymore now that he’s fighting again.

Akihiko punches him for that.

Oh, that’s what happened. :/ Fucking hell, Aki.

Can all my senpais pls get it together and communicate with each other?

Well, while everyone else is experiencing emotional honesty and getting punched, I guess I’ll go hang out with Kenji. Most just because I have to know where this link is going.

Man, if I wasn’t trying to get the correct answers, Minato’s doofus answers would be all the ones I’d use for this guy.

Kenji isn’t sure how many more times we’re going to be able to go out like this. He’s going to be going to cram school, after all, and working really hard to get into a good college. Since he went in Ms. Kanou’s room (?????) and saw that she had a wedding magazine on her side table. So he’s got to be seriously thinking about his future, because his plans are set!

I want to say “sure whatever” so badly.

But like, go for it, Kenji. I, uh, believe in you? Or something?

Going out for ramen with Shinji was nicer, I think. We’re just chilling.

My elders can be remarkably unhelpful sometimes. Especially all of my teachers. Including Ikutsuki.

I need to find some time this week to go to Tartarus, since the new area is open. I think it’s gonna be a new block, so I can’t wait to see what things look like next. Industrial is fun and all, but the stairs are a little annoying. So--

...that can happen??? The game is warning me there might be irreversible consequences if I don’t save them?

I’m guessing this is one of my social links, so if they get munched, I can’t finish their link. I guess we’re going to Tartarus, later.

After school, Junpei learns that Chidori can transfer her energy to heal, when she revives her wilted sunflowers.

Holy shit, girl. You’re a really powerful navi.

Also after school, Fuuka’s food is so bad that Minato gets physically sick.

She put way too many strong flavors together. T_T

Okay, look, I need to go to Tartarus. I know. HOWEVER, if I finish Tanaka’s link, I never have to talk to him again. So we’re gonna do it.

...oh. Well. Look who talked himself into some character development just by venting at me for months. Good for you! Can I have my 40k yen back, too?

No?

All right.

He leaves us with the parting words of “Stop talking to shady men at night,” and “Goodbye forever.”

Freedom! Now I can just hang out with my teammates at night, until I find my Tower link.

Pharos is back to talk about stuff, and is being… sweet.

We will. We’re soulmates, you and I.

Okay fine I’m off to Tartarus.

It’s like some kind of opulent castle ruin. I love this.

Apparently it’s the bookstore guy, Bunkichi, who is lost in Tartarus, which on the one hand, is understandable. (Just not the part where he’s on the HUNDRED AND TWENTIETH FLOOR.) On the other hand, no consequences for me even if I left him here because that link is done. XDDD

Anyway, with him escorted out, we can keep goi--

Oh I don’t like that. Fuck.

We’ll do some more of that next time. I will leave y’all with the silly observation that Loki, Trickster God and highest-level persona of the Fool Arcana, starts at level 69.

Nice.

#Li plays P3Re

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thedeluluverse · 1 year

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First time doing a crossover/multi-fandom fic, I was so nervous throughout writing this, but I hope it’s decent! Obviously, no hate towards Jimin-ssi, ult is BTS just a fun idea I had inspired by the song “Boyfriend” by Dove Cameron.

Summary: Despite the love you have for your boyfriend, you can’t help but feel invisible at this party. He would rather play games but all you want is to feel seen. Will your wish come true?

Pairing: idol!Jimin x curvy!freader x idol!LeeMinho

Genre: idol!au, angst, fluff, mentions of smut-related topics, acquaintances to lovers, secret mutual pining, crossover, hurt/comfort, songfic, oneshot, RPF, toxic relationship, neglected partner, slight slow burn

Word Count: 4,148.

Warnings:. swearing, angst, toxic/strained relationship, feeling neglected, jealousy, manipulation, guilt, crying, mention of sex, illusions to cheating, gambling, reader is made to feel insecure about their weight, slight bullying due to weight, lack of self worth, gaslighting.

Six months ago, you started dating one of the most talked about K-pop idols, Park Jimin. You met him at a fan sign event for his new solo album 'Face' and hit it off immediately! However, it was still quite shocking when he slipped you his phone number and said he couldn't wait to see you again upon that first meeting. Chalking it up to fate, you texted him later that night.

Y/N: "Hey, it's y/n from the fan sign earlier today. This seems surreal, but I wanted to message you before I lost my nerve. It's late, so I hope I didn't wake you, talk to you later!”

Not even a full minute later, your phone buzzes with a flurry of new text messages from none other than Jimin himself.

PJ: "Hey there, y/n! I'm so glad you messaged me so quickly! You were so beautiful; I just had to get to know you more! Are you free to grab some boba and hang in the park tomorrow?”

Staring at your phone for what feels like 5 whole minutes (it was 30 seconds, calm down, drama queen, lol). You shakily manage to compose a reply.

Y/N: "Oh my, you got me blushing, Mr. Park! Lucky for you, I'm available all day tomorrow! Where should I meet you?”

PJ: "Don't worry about a thing! Just send me your address, and I'll pick you up myself! I am getting rather sleepy, but I will text you the details in the morning, cutie 😉”

Y/N: "Sounds like a plan; get some rest!"

In the beginning, at least for the first 2 weeks, he was a perfect gentleman and doted on you hand and foot. Until his first visit at your place, you cooked him dinner, and everything was magical! This led to quite an intense make-out session on your couch; once y'all took a break to breathe, he says

PJ: *raising an eyebrow and smirking* “Shall we move this to the bedroom?”

Y/N: *bites lip and looks down while fidgeting with your fingers* “I…um..thing is..”

PJ: *confused* "What is it, y/n? I'll be gentle, don't worry, unless told otherwise."

Y/N: "It's not that; I…ugh, here goes. I didn't know how to bring this up before, but I'm a...still a virgin..”

PJ: *processing* "Oh well, that's no problem! I mean, what better first time than with myself?! We can go slowly, and don't worry, I’ll make this night as memorable for you as it is for me” *lust clouds his eyes*

Y/N: “I wasn’t done…

PJ: "Well, c’mon then, someone is eager to meet you” *glances down at his bulge, growing with the thought of how tight you must be and how lucky you are. *

Y/N: *slightly frowning, not liking the vibes* "That's the thing, I want to wait a bit longer before we take that step. I have no doubt that you know what you're doing, and I want to, trust me… just... not tonight. I know that feelings will be intense after, and I don't want to just be a quick fuck, and then you move on and never speak to me again. I don't see you as that type, but you are an idol, after all, with girls throwing themselves at you constantly. You can understand where I’m coming from…right?”

PJ: “Wow, y/n… I thought you trusted me... I'm not that kinda guy. What the fuck??!! Well, I’m just gonna go since I’m so sleazy” *hurriedly puts shirt and shoes back on and grabs his keys*

Y/N: *prancing behind him, trying to stop him* "Wait, no!!!! That's not what I meant. I promise, come back. I have dessert...”

PJ: *ignores you until he starts his car* "Just let me cool off, y/n. It's messed up for you to get me all riled up and not put out. I need to mull some things over. I'll talk to you later…maybe."

Tears well up in your eyes as you watch him drive away, nauseated with worry that you may have just lost your one chance with one of your long-time biases. After multiple failed calls and unread texts, you fall asleep, exhausted from the constant sobs since he left. The next day, you sleep until noon, grateful you don't have work until 5. Eyes still blurry with sleep and post-cry puffiness, you check your phone to see no responses from your (ex?) boyfriend, Jimin. Heavy-hearted, you shower and get ready for work, unable to eat anything due to the dread in your heart. The shift is relatively slow at the coffee shop you work at, which does no good for your preoccupied mind repeating, "If he would just contact me, I'm sure we could work this out…." As if summoned, in strolls Mr. Park in all black, including his baseball cap; barely lifting his head, he gives his order avoiding eye contact. He occupies a corner of the café at a perfect angle to keep an eye on you while also blending in with the shadows so as not to be disturbed. As you clock out, you see him get up and head toward the door. Determined not to miss this chance, you jog after him as he gets to his car.

Y/N: “Hey! What gives? Did you yeet your phone to Hawaii as soon as you left? And then what’s with coming silently stalk me at work?? I had to lie to my boss and say you were a secret shopper observing the shift so you wouldn’t get kicked out for loitering.”

PJ: *scoffs and rolls his eyes* "Oh, I'm the problem here? You really are naïve, aren't you? You can't just do things like that to a guy. It was painful hence my reaction last night. I came here to ensure you were physically alright because your messages worried me last night."

He may be a jerk, but he had a point. You were naïve. Evidenced by his "being worried about you" being enough to melt any negativity you still had toward him.

Y/N: *lip quivering* "You…you were worried about me??? I'm so sorry; I was worried about nothing. You're so sweet. If you can be patient, I promise I'll be the best girlfriend ever!”

PJ: *his gaze darkens, knowing his plan worked, then switches to comfort mode* “Aww honey, of course, I was worried! I care about you! Now, what do you say we go grab some ramen and watch a movie, huh?" *Brushes a tear off your cheek with his thumb and gives a quick peck on your nose*

Things are on the mend until you see a tabloid cover 2 days later with him in the outfit from that fateful night he stormed out, surrounded by girls at a club. You confront him, but it's useless as he knows exactly what to say to soften you up and make it seem like he was just a victim of circumstance or was picking up a friend and got swarmed when they used the bathroom. Over time, you believe him less and less, but you stay with him because of your feelings for him and not wanting to seem like the bad guy anymore. After that night at the café, you compromised and agreed to exchange oral frequently. Still, it is to the point where with all of the rumors you hear and headlines you see about him with girls much thinner than you (which he makes sure to point out), you are never letting this dude anywhere near your pussy, even with his tongue. As a matter of fact, it's been about 4 and ½ months since anything but yourself has made you cum.

Having been cooped up in the house or work for months due to his “overprotectiveness” (a.k.a. making sure you aren’t going to catch him in the act or meet anybody actually decent), you jump with joy when he tells you about this colossal idol party, they are throwing this weekend with any group you can think of in the industry. Keep in mind he doesn't actually invite you. He only mentions it and says, “I mean, you can come if you want, I guess…" when you ask if you can accompany him. You both know he does not intend to stay by your side, but you don't even care. You need a night out around different people and scenery, plus it gives you a chance to wear that cute little dress you bought 3 months ago for your anniversary but never got to wear since he had to "work late"; yet came home with hickeys right as you were headed to bed.

As predicted, no sooner have y'all gotten checked in, and he is already antsy to leave your side. He quickly grabs and downs 2 glasses of champagne for himself, then looks you up and down and remarks.

PJ: "Damn baby, you look so fucking good…."

Y/N: *slightly blushes as it’s been a while since he’s complimented you* “Oh yeah? I’m glad it finally got to see outside of my closet” *giggling ensues with both of you*

PJ: *catches his breath and smirks* “Think tonight is finally the night?”

Y/N: *immediately stiffens* "I mean, I'll let you know, but not sure right now…."

PJ: *sighs* “Ugh, whatever. I’ll catch you later”.

Y/N; *feeling deflated, you catch a chill* “Wait!!”

PJ: *turns around exasperatedly* "What now???? I'm a very busy man, y/n."

Y/N: *thinks 'yeah, busy cheating'* "I'm chilly. Can I borrow your jacket? *thinks 'you seem to like taking your clothes off anyway’*

PJ: *cackles making a few heads turn* "You must be joking. Did your eyesight get worse? No way I’m letting you stretch out and ruin this custom piece. Why don’t you dance? That way, you'll warm up AAANNNDD burn calories" *walks away snickering*

Tears threatening to fall, you rush to the bathroom to salvage your makeup and gain your composure, all while simultaneously cursing him and believing he has a good point. Poor gaslit y/n!! After a few minutes, you emerge from the bathroom, and his all-too-familiar laugh draws your eyes to the gambling section of the party. You know he can afford it, but that doesn't change the fact that he seems to care more about winning than he ever did about you. Feeling invisible, you sit on one of the luxurious couches on the quieter side of the room. You scroll through the apps on your phone with one hand while the other is wrapped around your elbow, trying to warm up. You hold your head in your hands because you are actually considering taking his advice and dancing since you're about 5 minutes from becoming an icicle.

Suddenly, you feel fabric hit your leg. Snapping your head up, ready to chew out whoever is inconsiderate enough to not give you space, you are met with the kindest pair of brown eyes holding out a jacket to you. Furrowing your brows, you clear your throat and ask.

Y/N: *slowly standing up* “I… is Lee Minho really offering his coat to m..me?”

LM: *chuckles at your adorably flustered state while rubbing his neck with his other hand* “I mean, that’s my name last I checked, and I am not holding a ghost corpse so, I'd say you're right, y/n."

Y/N: *looking like you HAVE just seen a ghost* “Wait. How do you know who I am?!” *Legs threatening to give out*

LM: *wraps jacket around your shoulders with room to spare, then holding your hand as he sits back down with you* “I mean, for one, you’re almost as famous as I am. Disregarding dating an idol, the commercial for your photography studio has taken off! Second, you are many idols' favorite fans with your respect and thoughtfulness levels. Thirdly, you are easily the most beautiful girl here. How could I not be drawn to you?!” *Shyly smiles and looks down*

Y/N: *face has been a tomato since the jacket touched your skin* “I... I don’t know how to respond to any of that, but I appreciate all of it so much! *Dimple appears*

LM: *tucks your hair behind your ear, admiring your smile* "All I ask is that you believe everything I said is true. Just one question, and I don’t mean to pry… where is that boyfriend of yours? I don’t mean to offend, just... It’s bad form to leave your girl alone at a party, much less shivering too."

Y/N: *scoffs, rolls eyes, and waves hand in the general direction of gambler's corner*

LM: *purses lips in anger* Ah...I see…Well, I’m kind of bored and was headed to grab a snack and figured it only polite to see if you wanted me to grab you an appetizer platter, too, when I saw you freezing over here.”

Y/N: “Sadly, I'll have to decline. I've been trying to stick to this diet to look like I belong to this industry. Thanks though!”

LM: "Nonsense. You are gorgeous, and your talent makes you a part of this world, not your dress size. If anyone says or implies otherwise, they’re an idiot and I’ll be more than happy to relay that message to them as well… can’t promise it won't be with a fist, but…anyway, I'll be right back, okay?"

Y/N: *nodding and grinning ear to ear while you wait*

LM: *returns with hella snacks* "I wasn't sure what you'd want, so I just got a variety to be safe.”

Y/N: “You're such a sweetheart, even though you just threatened to fight people." *You chuckle*

LM: *raises an eyebrow and turns to face you* “Oh, it’s not a threat. I can’t stand people who think like that or treat people like shit because of their fucked-up mentality. Especially someone as amazing as you. Let me know if you know anyone who needs a knuckle sandwich, okay, pretty?" *Places a gentle hand on your knee*

Y/N: *you feel butterflies for the first time in months* “I’ll keep that in mind. But…what if...oh, never mind...”

LM: *grabs your hand, looking into your eyes* "What is it? You can say anything to me, I got you.”

Y/N: *holding back tears, feeling safer than ever* "Well, I was gonna say I'd make a sandwich order, but not sure my boyfriend would appreciate that since he would be on the receiving end" *you lightly chuckle and look away, realizing how unhappy you are*

LM: *abruptly stands up with clenched fists* “Wait are you saying…. he rea...really gives you shit about how you look?? Is he fucking blind?! That's alright; lucky for him, we have a combo special." * He says as he rolls up his sleeves*

Y/N: *eyes widen as you bolt up and lay a gentle hand on his forearm* "No, really, it's okay; he does have a point. I just am having a bad night. Please, let it go for me." * You knew it was a risk pulling that card, having just met Minho, but you could tell there was more he wasn’t telling you about how he knew you*

LM: *intensely exhales and unfurls fists* “Let’s get something straight. The only reason I am not putting that dude in the hospital is on your behalf. OOOOHHH, the things I want to say to that weasel!! *Sits back down, taking both of your hands in his* “Sorry, I'm calm now. I'm not trying to freak you out, but I must be honest…."

Y/N: *leans head to the side* "What's on your mind? If I can be candid with you, it goes both ways, okay, Rocky?" *Stifling a laugh, but your eyes are shining with joy*

LM: *raises an eyebrow" "Rocky? That's a new one, haha; you're cute. Oh, right, my point! *facepalms* “SOOO, the ways I knew you earlier are all completely true; but there’s something else. Did you go to our concert about a year ago?”

Y/N: “I..uh..yeah, actually…how'd you know?"

LM: *twiddles thumbs* “See, the thing is, I've been trying to find you since then, but like not in a stalker way. Ugh, I'm messing this all up. Okay, let me rewind. We were performing 'Taste,' and I saw this radiant Stay holding up a sign that said, ‘I’m looking to adopt a kitt-ten if you need a MinHOE.' It caught my eye right at the beginning, and I couldn't help but laugh as my part began. It was adorable and funny, plus the owner was stunning, so I'll admit I was flustered."

Y/N: *soul leaves body* “Wait…I caused that chuckle?? You not only saw my sign but liked it???”

LM: “I loved it; super creative, honestly! So, I was in the back changing for the ‘Case 143' performance, and I couldn't stop blabbering about it to the rest of the guys. I knew I stood no chance against your charms when I saw the perma-grin on your face and damn near perfect choreography to the song. I tried to get your attention before you left, but you didn't see me. Ever since I've been hoping to get a chance to meet that magnificent girl again. And here we are!”

Y/N: *staring into space, processing what he said* "I... You…wanted to find me?? From a goofy sign?? I'll admit that you were more of a bias than Jimin. But...what now? I can’t just leave with your fairytale ass; I am not single, y/n, that I was a year ago when I made that sign. Thanks for the jacket, snacks, and honesty Min, but I gotta get going."

LM: *stands up before you and extends his hand to you, helping you stand* "I understand and respect where you're coming from. If you ever change your mind or want to order that combo, let me know, okay? It made my year just meeting you and getting that off my chest.” *Turns to help you find the way out while hiding the mixed emotion tears accumulating on his waterline*

Y/N: *checks phone and sees a message from Jimin saying he’s going to an afterparty and not to wait up* *chuckles incredulously while looking at the ceiling, stopping dead in your tracks*

LM: "Is everything okay, y/n?"

Y/N: *shows him the message* “I hate to ask this, but could you give me a lift back to my apartment? I know nobody else here, and no Ubers will be near here. I completely get; if not, I can try to see if his driver will pick up I ju…."

LM: “No no problem at all! I was going to offer, actually. Do you actually want to leave right now, or were you because of him?”

Y/N: “You know what? I think I want to dance. Because I want nothing else, I promise, but if you're ready to go, let me know!"

LM: *holds out his hand* "I have all the time in the world for you, darling. If you don't think my company is unethical, Ms. Not Single." *smirking*

Y/N: *gives the sassiest look ever* "Ha…ha, sir. Plus, the heat made me talk out of my head because I don’t think I’ve had a boyfriend in months.” *Raises a flirty eyebrow* (idk just go with it, y'all XD)

LM: *picks you up and spins you with glee* "THANK FUCK! I would've respected your decision to stay with him, but I am glad you didn't… why did your change suddenly? Not that I'm complaining AT ALL, just wondering what is going on in that pretty head of yours”.

Y/N: *wraps arms around his neck as ‘Slow Motion’ by AMARIA BB plays* “Well, I may have met someone tonight who helped pressure wash the brainwashing and gaslighting away and helped me see my worth in just a few sentences. I know it sounds crazy, but I feel genuinely good about them. I just hope I can get the courage to ask them out soon...” *looks down, nervous as hell*

LM: *can't help but give the biggest grin ever grinned* "I'd say your odds are excellent. They seem very gentlemanly and would gladly let you wear their clothes that are adorably baggy on you anytime. Also, would never have left you alone on your phone while dancing is an option or make you feel like you have to starve yourself to be worthy of love. Generally, feel like they’d do anything and everything for you. Not only because you more than deserve it but to show you that not every guy at this level is a douche.

Y/N: *butterflies return with a vengeance as the song’10:35’ comes on, and your back meets his firm chest as his strong hands find your voluptuous curves* "Well, in that case, I think I hit the jackpot, hehe, sorry I couldn't help it. It's true plus ironic given my ex’s, god, that feels good to say out loud, obsession with gambling. *Turns and hides face in his chest as y'all sway, and he kisses the top of your head*

LM: *smiles while tilting your chin up with his finger* “He may have been a gambler, but he can’t be that good if he didn’t bet on me finding you and you eventually realizing you deserve better."

Y/N: *stifles a laugh* “You did NOT just make a gambling pun… I loved it! He never appreciated my jokes…."

LM: "Well, you no longer have to worry about that. I'm here for all the jokes, whether good or bad. You can tell me anything, and I'll be open-minded, okay?” *Song ends, so he guides you to the couch again by his hand on the small of your back*

Y/N: *palms get clammy getting flashbacks to the disagreement that started it all*

LM: *notices immediately and cups your face with his hands* "Hey, hey, you, okay? What's going on, hun? Talk to me, please."

Y/N: *takes a deep breath and recounts story* "I didn't wanna drop that on you, right away, but I guess it’s better for you to know earlier so I don’t disappoint you too…tonight’s been really fun, but I understand if you bring me back home, and that's it."

LM: *pulls you into the warmest hug ever and strokes the back of your head down your back* “Oh sweetheart, if that’s enough to scare someone off, that’s their issue. I completely understand where you're coming from, and honestly, I'm proud of you for standing your ground. Also, I’m glad that selfish prick wasn’t your first glimpse into the world of sex cuz…yeesh…."

Y/N: "Honestly, same." *cackles* "I will say, while I can't promise a timeline, I feel like it won't take as long for me to be comfortable with the idea this time. *Instantly blushes*

LM: *kisses your forehead* "How do you look so sweet, yet that look in your eye is giving succubus? Anyways... I will wait however long you need to make sure you are truly ready, okay? Just let me know when you want things and what you want, alright princess?”

Y/N: *is too shook to be coy* “Wha..what did you just say??”

LM: *plays dumb* “Which part? The sweet yet succubus part confused you?”

Y/N: *both get up to leave* “Now you know damn well that wasn’t the part… to that point, however, … I dunno guess I'm just the perfect balance of everything." *Flips hair*

LM: *smiles at the newfound confidence and quietly catches up to her* “I guess that must be it.” *Puts coat on her*

Y/N: *is speechless and just grins, taking in the scent from his coat*

LM: “As for the ‘princess’ comment, I figured it only fair since you called me sir...*snakes hand around your waist*

Y/N: “I didn’t mean like th...oh, who am I kidding? I may have thrown it out there to gauge your reaction for future reference, science, or whatever…but I figured it flew over your head, or you didn't like it since you said nothing until now, haha! Is..is it bad that I did that?"

LM: *gently but firmly pulls her closer as they approach the car* “Hmm…" *opens the door and lets her get settled in the car as he starts it up* “I don’t mind that you called me that if that’s what you’re asking.”

Y/N: "Oh, thank god I was so nervous!"

LM: “I mean, it wasn’t bad in the dislike way. It may have been dangerous because it only made the desire to kiss you tenfold, so only that kind of bad did you summon.” *Smirks but keeps fiddling with the car’s settings and setting up music*

Y/N: *bites lip* “I mean… all I’ll say is you aren’t alone in that feeling...”

LM: *undoes seatbelt and leans over with superspeed and breathily says* “Thank goodness” *gently grips the underside of your chin with one hand, pulling you towards him as your hands roam into his hair, kissing with more love than you've ever felt*

THE END

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e-lisard · 1 year

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Looping torment

Characters: Dahlia Wolfe, Seere, Stolas

Story: Heir of Magic

TW: none

WC: 755

"Good night, Seere," Dahlia whispers as she settles down, trying not to disturb Stolas.

"Night, Dahls," he whispers back, pulling her closer despite the summer heat.

His skin is cooler than she expected, and before she knows it, she's off to sleep.

An explosion wakes her up, and Dahlia softly curses as she rubs a hand over her rapidly beating heart. "Two mornings in a row really is too much..." she mutters, glaring in the direction of the door.

Seere is already gone, making it also two days in a row that they are up early.

She pushes herself out of bed, yawning. Is Stolas still busy with the same experiment? Usually he takes a break of a day or two to study the theory again before he retries.

But then again, that's in Belial's castle, and this is Stolas' castle. Maybe he's less afraid to break things here?

When she comes out of the bedroom, she looks the ash-covered Stolas up and down before snorting. "You'd think you would know better by now."

Stolas turns his head 180° to face her, and Dahlia quickly looks away, still uncomfortable with that particular ability of his.

"Maybe. But I am close to getting my desired result now." His voice is calm as he repeats what he said yesterday, and Dahlia frowns.

"Sure."

A few hours later have Dahlia ready to yell.

It's not the infuriating summer heat, made worse by the humid air in Stolas' domain.

It's not her hair being insufferable and frizzy due to said humidity.

It's not Seere poking at her and trying to get her do to more despite the heat being too exhausting.

It's the fact that everything is the same as yesterday.

Well, maybe the heat and humidity and Seere being Seere helps with her annoyance and frustration.

But they're not the main source.

"Stolas, I need your big boy brain on a case," Dahlia pushes into his lab, hands twitching, as Seere quietly follows her.

"Oh?" This time he luckily turns himself around, rather than just his head. "You look... Agitated."

"You didn't explode anything yesterday morning, right?" She taps her fingers against one of the tables, only relaxing a little bit when Seere wraps her in a hug from behind, their cold skin soothing.

"No? If I did, I would not have been doing an experiment this morning."

"Well, that settles it. I've done today before." She turns, burrying her head in Seere's chest. "Of course it just had to be a day as hot as today."

"You have... Already done today before?" She can hear Stolas coming closer, hesitantly patting her hair. Still so awkward with affection. "Do you mean to say you are in a time loop?"

"Maybe? Sort of? It's just one repeat so far, maybe tomorrow will actually be... Tomorrow." She sighs in frustration, turning her head a little so she can look at Stolas. "But knowing my luck, it won't."

"I see..." Stolas shares a look with Seere, eyes narrowed. "Did you touch anything in my laboratory today? ... Yesterday? Either of you?"

"No, last I came into your laboratory was when I arrived and you gave me a tour." Dahlia shakes her head.

"This is also the first time I've been in here in a while." Seere takes over when Stolas stops patting her hair, gently carding his fingers through it.

"... I see. Well, if tomorrow for you is still today for us, I suppose we can start work then. Be sure to tell me as early as possible, alright?"

The next morning, an explosion startles Dahlia awake again, and this time she curses with more feeling. She pulls on one of Seere's shirts, stomping out of the room and seeing Stolas leave his lab this time, just as ash-covered as before. "Stolas, I'm in a fucking time loop."

"Oh dear. How many repeats have you had already, for this level of agitation?"

"This is the third." She huffs, crossing her arms.

"Only the third?" He walks closer, reaching out to her only to stop as he remembers how dirty he is. "Is today that bad?"

"It's hot and humid and I get woken up by an explosion. If it happened only once, annoying maybe, but survivable. Now, I'm ready to start biting."

Stolas sighs, but it's an amused sigh as he studies her. "I suppose I'll call Orobas, then, and start doing research. Make sure to remember the most important parts for if we don't manage in one day, alright?"

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themerrypanda · 9 months

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For this year’s Grapefruit Sky gift exchange, I wrote a fic for @purpleandgreen13 about their OC Jerusha Howard and Harvey. You can read their main fic Harvey and Jerusha on AO3!

Title: At Last

Word Count: 3,780

Summary: Dr. Harvey Brennan and farmer Jerusha Howard have been married a little more than a year. Extreme weather foils Jerusha’s grand plans for celebrating her husband’s birthday. Still, they manage to have a pleasant day with each other.

The morning sun brightened the room through a slit in the curtains. Harvey slowly stirred at Jerusha’s waking, and smiled when she rolled over to hold him in her arms.

She yawned, then kissed his cheek. “Happy birthday, handsome.”

“It is happy when you’re with me, Jerusha.”

Softly she giggled. “I’ll start breakfast.”

He embraced her more snugly. “No…” he mumbled as he held her closer. Then his stomach grumbled in protest. Traitor.

Jerusha laughed at the sound. “I promise, I’ll be right back, honey.”

She gave him one more squeeze, then she rolled out of their bed and left the room. Harvey listened to her footsteps pause, then walk again.

“Oh.” She sounded surprised, but also a little disappointed.

“Oh?”

“Harvey, do you recall how yesterday’s forecast predicted snow for today?”

“Mm hmm?”

“Take a look.”

Slowly, he rose from the bed, muscles protesting, and he grabbed his glasses from the nightstand. He placed them on his face, then stretched his back before rising up to look out the north-facing window next to the bed. Harvey drew the curtain. He didn’t see anything remarkable at first. It was white, which nearly blinded him. Was he missing something? He blinked several times.

Oh.

There was nothing remarkable to see because snow covered the entire window.

He heard Jerusha flip a switch, turning on a radio in the next room.

“…That’s right, people of Stardew Valley: We have two feet now, and the snow just keeps piling up! Even my neighbour is saying this is looking more like the blizzard of ‘78 by the minute. My suggestion: Stay home, and stay inside! You can get turned around in a storm like this even if you’re only ten feet from your door. Unless you can see your destination, stay inside, and stay warm. That means in the car too! If you are trapped in your car outside, stay put. Emergency vehicles and snow ploughs will be on their way to find you as soon as possible.”

“St… Stay?” Harvey’s jaw dropped. “But… I have appointments today! Three flu shots and an annual checkup.” He looked at the digital clock on his nightstand, only for it to have cleared its time entry. There must have been a brief power outage while he slept. Next he rummaged in a drawer for his analog watch. It read 8:04 AM. “And I’m running late!”

His cell phone vibrated where he had left it the night before, on an end table in the living room area. Jerusha reached it first and picked it up.

“Hello?” A pause. “Oh, hello Maru! Yes, Harvey’s here.”

She handed him the phone before picking up her own cell to make a series of messages.

“Hello?” Harvey said.

“Happy birthday, Doctor Harvey!” Maru sounded rather chipper. “I guess we’re both taking the day off work, right?”

“I suppose so.” Harvey chuckled nervously. “It seems we have no choice but to close today.”

“Hey, if it’s the day’s appointments you’re worried about, there’s no need. I connected my cell to the clinic’s line. The voicemail message is already set to reach me for scheduling and basic questions and you only for emergencies. I’ll call today’s patients to reschedule their appointments. You just enjoy your day off. A birthday off, for once. Yoba knows you deserve it.”

“I…” Jerusha came to his side and squeezed his free hand with hers. Harvey reminded himself to take a deep breath and relax. “Thank you, Maru.” He willed his heartbeat to slow and steady.

“Of course, Doc. I’m impressed you’re taking this so well.”

Jerusha smiled up at him, which he returned. “As am I, Maru.”

“That’s good. I’ll see you later, Doc, hopefully tomorrow if the storm lets up. Again, happy birthday!”

“Thank you, Maru. You have a good day as well.”

“Thanks. Bye!”

She hung up. Harvey placed his phone back down on the end table. He allowed a wave of relief to come over him, but was then met with another wave of concern, one that struck him like a freight train.

“Jerusha!”

“What?”

“What about the chickens and pigs?”

At that moment, Bear, the German shepherd, began to whimper at the front door.

“And Bear.” Jerusha agreed. “He can’t take his potty breaks until we can clear enough snow from the door.”

They quickly donned their coats, boots, and gloves. Jerusha retrieved two snow shovels from the tool rack next to the door. Thank goodness she thought it better to store them inside the farmhouse rather than in the greenhouse nearby.

When Jerusha signalled she was ready, Harvey slowly pulled open the front door. Thankfully, snow was not piled up nearly as high on the south-facing porch than the north-facing windows. But it was still knee-deep, despite the farmhouse serving as a cover against much of the snow.

“It’s a good thing snow was blowing in from the north.” Harvey exhaled. “We would have been trapped.”

“Unless we use a window upstairs.” Jerusha grinned slightly.

“You… have you had to do that before?”

“No,” Jerusha shook her head, “but I heard a story from Linus from when he lived in the tundra past the Frozen Sea.”

“Will he be alright?” Harvey couldn’t imagine that his tent would provide the man with much cover from the cold weather.

“I hope so.” Jerusha said. “He said he would be at the spa when I saw him last night. I think he had a feeling the snow would be pretty heavy last night.”

Jerusha began to shovel snow off the porch. The shovel filled itself quickly, taking a few shovels full to clear up a square foot of patio.

Harvey followed after her, clearing snow from the other side of the patio. His arms grew more sore as he shovelled. Shovelling and shovelling until–

“Ah!” A yelp, followed by a whump.

“Jerusha!”

He whirled around, turning behind himself, and found his wife half-buried in snow, one arm still gripping her shovel while the other extended upward.

“Help?”

Harvey noted snow prints on the patio indicating she likely tripped and fell. Careful not to slip on ice, he walked over and pulled her up.

“Thanks.” Jerusha panted. “I forgot we had steps down from the porch.”

She embraced him, and Harvey hugged her back.

“I’m just thankful it wasn’t anything worse.” He breathed into her ear, warming her face just a bit.

“The snow certainly cushioned my fall better than the porch would have.” Jerusha chuckled softly, which only resulted in Harvey hugging her for longer. “I’m alright, honey. Thank you for being here.”

“Of course. Let’s take a break and get you inside.”

Jerusha nodded in agreement. She pulled the door open, and out rushed a barking Bear. He quickly descended the steps into the Jerusha-shaped imprint on the ground– still snow-covered ground, but ground nonetheless– circled the imprint’s perimeter a couple times, and did his business.

“Well, at least one thing is taken care of.” Jerusha sighed. She waited for Bear to dash back inside before closing the front door.

Carefully, she and Harvey removed snow-covered winter gear so as to reduce how much melted snow soaked their clothes and dripped onto the floor. Finally, boots were removed, and Jerusha managed to keep from stepping her wool-socked feet into any small unseen puddle. Harvey was less fortunate.

“Well, I had plans for us to go out and celebrate your birthday, but I predict shovelling snow off the barn and coop roofs is going to take all day.” She frowned and looked at him apologetically.

Harvey hugged her reassuringly. “It’s not like you could control the weather. I don’t care what we do today, as long as I get to spend the day with you. I won’t let you rescue your animals alone. Now, let’s have breakfast. Perhaps something heartier than toast and a cup of coffee? You’ll need your strength.”

Jerusha smiled up at him. “That sounds lovely.” She went into the kitchen and burrowed in the refrigerator and cupboards for ingredients. “How about blueberry pancakes and hashbrowns?”

“That sounds wonderful. I’ll go scramble some eggs.”

“Harvey, it’s your birthday.”

“And we’re going to be working all day. I can’t offload all the work onto you. Please, allow me.”

Jerusha smiled. “Very well.”

Methodically they worked together, lending each other ingredients as needed. A pause to allow food to simmer was occasionally used to hug the other around the waist from behind them. Harvey smiled as he listened to Jerusha hum as she worked. He hadn’t quite gotten the hang of timing cooking various items at once like she had, but he could admire her talent and observe, hopefully gleaning some tricks.

Finally, they settled down for their complete breakfast. Jerusha raised her cup of earl grey tea, chinking it against Harvey’s mug of Gus’s special blend of black coffee before drinking. “Cheers.”

In a comfortable silence they ate, cleaning their plates. Jerusha insisted on washing the dishes herself, but Harvey found ways to assist her in the meanwhile. He filled up water bottles and stashed field snacks and various treats in her coat pockets. His own pockets held another water bottle, more snacks, a battery-powered torch, and his cell phone zipped up in two layers of clear sandwich bags. He glanced out the window once more. The snow looked as though it might be beginning to let up. He could barely see the shadows of the barn, coop, and greenhouse. He would make sure to leave the house lights on while they ventured out, but he also packed a spool of thick, sturdy red fleece thread just in case, ready to compensate Emily for the loss if it was used and damaged today.

Jerusha embraced him, then slowly began to gear up once more, this time adding snow goggles, hats, and scarves. “You don’t have to help, you know. It’s your birthday after all.”

“I’d rather not risk losing you to the storm today.”

This elicited a laugh from Jerusha. “I thought you would say that. Come along, Ariadne.”

Then their arduous day of shovelling snow began.

The storm did finally let up after a couple hours in it. Still, Harvey and Jerusha returned to the farmhouse thoroughly worn out.

The sun barely hung in the sky by the time their task was finally complete. After sluggishly prying off coats soaked with sweat and melted snow, Jerusha and Harvey warmed themselves under a shower, dried off, then put on clean, warm clothes before collapsing onto the farmhouse sofa. Slowly, they shifted as they regained energy to snuggle more closely. Bear rested underfoot, where he liked to be best it seemed.

“I’m starving.” Jerusha yawned. “I know I should start on dinner soon, but… just five minutes.”

Five minutes stretched into ten. Harvey contemplated getting up to start a pasta dinner himself, but the effort required too much prying Jerusha from on top of him. It wouldn’t work, not without waking her as well. And he was just out of reach of a medical journal sitting on the end table. So he dozed too.

Another fifteen minutes for himself did the trick. Restfully, he stirred, waking to Jerusha’s soft snoring. He smiled and brushed bangs from her forehead with his fingers. She sighed contentedly at the touch. A few minutes later, she finally woke, smiling lazily at Harvey until she gasped in surprise.

“How long was I asleep?”

“Not very long.” Harvey reassured her.

“Sorry about that! I didn’t mean to pin you underneath me. You couldn’t even reach your journal.”

“Jerusha, I promise, I’m not upset about that. Honestly, nothing else could happen today, and I would still consider this one of my best birthdays ever.” The best, he would have said, if it wasn’t for the spectacular birthday she prepared for him last year.

Jerusha smiled and hugged him. “Oh, Harvey.”

“I mean it! I know you would chalk it up to me having such low expectations for my birthday, but I do enjoy a night of peace and quiet with you.”

She shook her head playfully. “You get those every other night, love. But I suppose I shall respect your wishes today. It’s not like I have any other choice.”

Jerusha winked. There had to be some other birthday plan cooking in her brain; Harvey knew how she worked.

Still, she allowed herself for now to focus on dinner. She pulled out a cutting board and knife and began chopping up a variety of colourful vegetables.

“Anything I can do to help?”

“Just lay down and rest, Harvey. You worked more than you had to today.”

“I’d have worked either here or at the clinic, Jerusha. And you’ve worked just as hard, if not more so. Please, isn’t there anything I can do?”

“Hmm… could you pick out a wine for dinner?”

“What are we having?”

“Veggie curry.”

Harvey’s stomach rumbled at the splendid idea. Jerusha could whip up a perfect curry. Harvey feared the repercussions if he confessed to Gus he enjoyed hers more than his. Muscles aching in places he didn’t know they could ache, he willed himself to join Jerusha in the kitchen. This time, she didn’t protest when he volunteered to make naan to go with the curry. Carefully, he followed the instructions in the Queen of Sauce recipe book.

As he kneaded the dough, he pondered what he could add to their evening that would both make him happy and assure Jerusha his birthday was not wasted today. He thought of previous birthdays, his and Jerusha’s, and of their anniversary just last season. Something to make today seem less like an ordinary night in. He set the dough aside, covering it with a towel to let it rise.

“Are you alright?” She asked. “You can take a break, you know.”

“I know. I’m just thinking.”

“About what?”

“I…” He said the first lie that came to mind. “I haven’t heard from anyone about any medical emergencies today.” While true, it distracted her from his wondering how to complete their evening.

“Is that worrying you?”

“Only a little. I know I can’t be held accountable if someone isn’t able to make contact, but I still worry about the town in general. I know I can’t do anything about it yet either, so I’m trying not to worry too much. Let it be tomorrow’s concerns, you know?”

Jerusha paused her work to embrace her husband. “You’re a wonderful person, Harvey. It’s amazing to see how much you’ve changed. You’re more confident, less fearful. And yet, still the caring man I fell in love with.”

Harvey could feel his face blushing red as he smiled. He turned to kiss her tenderly. “I thank you for that, you know.”

“And still humble, too.” Jerusha winked. She returned to the tomatoes she chopped, bright red against the wooden cutting board.

There the perfect idea came to him. He grinned to himself while he pulled out the necessary pots and pans. Then he kissed Jerusha’s temple, careful not to disrupt her process.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Take all the time you need.”

Harvey entered their bedroom, almost climbing over Bear who loved dwelling near the kitchen when cooking was taking place. He found his record player and placed his selected vinyl album in place, selecting the correct speed and even putting the needle at just the right place on the vinyl for a certain track. He then checked inside the closet, hoping he wouldn’t accidentally find Jerusha’s intended present for him, and that he would instead find what he came for.

He succeeded.

In the back of the closet, buried behind and under many other articles of clothing, Harvey spotted it. He pulled it out and placed it on the bed, out of Jerusha’s line of sight into the bedroom. He then found shoes that matched, and placed them on the floor beside the bed. Next he searched his own section of the closet for formal tweed slacks, a matching suit jacket, and a white button-up shirt. He knotted a vibrant red tie and hung it in front of his chest. He took some time to comb his hair, even if it would inevitably curl against his will soon anyway.

Finally, he returned to the kitchen. Jerusha was nearly finished with the main course, and she gave Harvey space to cook the naan in a pan.

“Oh my, don’t you look dashing?” She purred.

Harvey beamed. “If you don’t mind, I picked out an outfit for you to wear as well. I placed it on the bed. Once you’ve finished the curry, you can put it on. If you like, I mean.”

Jerusha raised a sceptical but friendly eyebrow. “Alright. I’ll indulge you. It is your birthday, after all.”

Minutes later, Harvey was finishing up cooking the last naan, and Jerusha removed the rice and her finished curry from the stove, placing them on trivets at the dinner table. She then dared enter the bedroom.

Harvey held his breath, suddenly worried if he overstepped. What if she didn’t like–

Cackling. Jerusha was cackling.

“Harvey! I can’t– you– Hahaha!”

He could hear her climb on top of their bed, using a pillow to stifle her loud guffaws. Slowly, he smiled as well.

“I’ll still wear it, of course. But…” She laughed again. “Harvey, do you enjoy tormenting me?”

“Tormenting you?” He feigned offence at the claim. “I would never.”

Harvey finished setting the table, placing down the naan and a bottle of his favourite wine from Jerusha’s first creations. Vintage, he thought, and he chuckled to himself.

Five minutes later, Jerusha returned from the bedroom wearing her hair down, a little makeup, and the vibrant red dress she wore to her first Flower Dance in Pelican Town. Though smiling pleasantly, her eyebrows were scrunched slightly, as if to ask why. Why this dress?

“You look beautiful in that dress. I thought you might like to make a better memory with it.” Harvey answered the unspoken question.

“Well, that’s one way to do it.” Jerusha gave him a mirthful smile. “Now, let’s eat!”

The meal was scrumptious. How to convince her to prepare this rather than return to Chez Adèline for his future birthdays, Harvey wondered. But for now, they enjoyed the soul-warming, filling meal.

Having eaten his fill, Harvey stood up. He was going to turn on the record player, but–

“Wait!” Jerusha protested. “I still haven’t given you your birthday present.”

She got up, burrowed in a less-frequently used kitchen hutch, and pulled out a box wrapped in pine-coloured paper and a violet ribbon. Beside it lay a homemade card.

On the front Jerusha hastily drew a bowl with some orange inside it. ‘I absolutely mean to curry favour with you.’ And inside the card was a more steadily drawn picture of a spine and the text: ‘Thanks for always having my back. Happy Birthday Harvey!’

“Sorry.” Jerusha smiled. “It’s kinda hard to top ‘We be-lung together!’ on the anniversary card.”

“It doesn’t matter to me.” Harvey said with a twinkle in his eye. “Your puns leave me in stitches anyway.”

Jerusha grinned, then turned their attention back to the gift. “Open it up!”

Carefully he untied the ribbon and tore the tape that held the paper together. He peeled the wrapping paper, then opened the box.

“It’s a Sopwith Camel!” Harvey beamed, and inspected the box at each angle. It was a brand new build-it-yourself model kit of the plane they saw at the Zuzu City Wheels and Wings Spectacular last year. “I’m impressed you remembered!”

“You mentioned it was the most famous aeroplane of the First World War. That was my biggest clue. I’m glad my research paid off!”

Harvey set the box down on the table and embraced Jerusha again, giving her another slow kiss. “Thank you, love.” They kissed once more.

“Oh yeah! I have dessert too!” She pulled away to dig for something buried deep in the freezer, then pulled out three tiny boxes.

“If you’re daring to try something sweet, I made tiramisus last night. A coffee one for you, and an earl grey one for me. And if not, I also made this!”

She opened one box. Inside lay a round cake consisting entirely of sliced pickles.

Harvey laughed at the sight. “You’re amazing, Jerusha.”

They each enjoyed a few bites of the desserts. Harvey even managed to sample a few bites of his tiramisu, and, to his pleasure, it wasn’t too terribly sweet.

He boxed back up his two unfinished desserts, and Jerusha, with a pout, followed suit.

“Now, before I do anything else tonight, do you have any other surprises for me, my dear?” Harvey asked.

“Nothing that can be done tonight.”

“Too tired?”

“No…” Jerusha slyly smiled. “I may have convinced everyone to move all of your birthday surprise plans to tomorrow.”

“What?”

She giggled, almost maniacally. “You didn’t think I was going to cancel all my plans, did you?”

Harvey shook his head, smiling. “I wouldn’t have expected otherwise, Jerusha. Anything else besides that?”

She shook her head.

“Good. Follow me.”

She followed him into the bedroom, all the way to the record player. A familiar tune began to play from the Etta James album, and Jerusha grinned. He extended a hand, and she accepted it, and slowly they began to sway.

“When we first heard this song, Jerusha,” Harvey said, “At the jazz orchestra concert last year, I thought of how wonderfully the lyrics conveyed my feelings about you. And still I feel this way, and plan to stay this way as long as I live.”

He quietly hummed along, barely on pitch. Jerusha seemed to be enjoying it anyway. She rested her head against his chest, and Harvey found himself falling in love with his wife yet again, as he does every hour of every day. There they swayed until the song finished At Last.

Jerusha wiped a tear from her eye. “You have me here forgetting it’s your birthday, not mine. Silly.”

“You can do your best to remedy that tomorrow.” Harvey winked.

Jerusha smiled as she slowly loosened his tie. “Or tonight.”

“Or both.”

Jerusha delicately placed a kiss where his cheekbone and jawbone meet. “Thank you for taking care of me today.”

“And thank you for spoiling me. Every day.”

Harvey and Jerusha enjoyed the peace and quiet the night brought. They never knew what mayhem life would throw at them each day (and believe them, life gave them plenty of mayhem), but the two knew– twelve hours away from discovering they two were three– they could always count on each other to make it through.

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linskywords · 2 years

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for the fic meme: "obsessed with the "i'm baby" "he's baby" dynamic that's going on here. also with the idea of kaner living in a restored Victorian house"

Ahahaha love it. Not sure if I really got the baby dynamic in here, but I did make them pathetic; hopefully that counts. 😅 Here's the opening:

Patrick didn't expect, three weeks after breaking up with his girlfriend, to end up restoring a two-hundred-year-old Victorian mansion.

He could have just gotten a new apartment. He should have just gotten a new apartment. That's what his entire family told him, anyway. But his real estate agent--tall, terrifying high heels, very little regard for the parameters of what Patrick said he was looking for--brought him to this decrepit house with its crumbling facade that could be majestic and instead is struggling to stand up, and he just...didn't want to leave. Couldn't stop seeing what the house it could be if someone did right by it. Handed over a ridiculous amount of money for it even though everyone in his life said, rightly, that he was nuts.

[...And once Jonny has started hanging around:]

The next morning, Jonny's still there.

"Thought you said this house was stupid," Patrick says over his first cup of coffee.

Jonny's inhaling the steam desperately like he can't wait for it to cool down far enough to drink. "It is stupid," he mumbles.

"You have an entire non-stupid condo you could be staying at instead," Patrick says.

Jonny frowns at his coffee like it's wronged him. "You should start with the staircase today," he says.

"You're just hoping you can get to an actual guest room tonight," Patrick says.

Jonny doesn't deny it. "I'll drive us to Home Depot," he says. "You drive too slow."

***

Twelve hours later, they both have to admit that the staircase is a failure. "I think it's time to hire a contractor," Patrick says, dropping the remains of the banister on a pile of broken beams. One of the piles of broken beams.

"That's giving up," Jonny says from under the stairs.

"You're literally lying on the ground right now," Patrick says.

"It's corpse pose," Jonny says. "It's for my lower back."

Patrick crawls under the stairs and collapses next to him. His lower back isn't too thrilled with him, either. The consequence of playing a dozen years of professional hockey. "There's a hole in the bedroom wall," he says, after a couple minutes of staring at it.

"That was there before," Jonny says.

It was not there already. Patrick would have noticed if he was sleeping in a room with a hole in it. Especially if that beam was already jutting out of his mattress. "I guess we're both sleeping in the living room tonight," he says.

"You can have one of my pillows," Jonny says graciously.

***

They both end up in the middle of the living room floor that night, on a nest of blankets that doesn't do nearly enough to cushion the hardwood floor. "You're such a freak for choosing this voluntarily," Patrick says.

"You're choosing it, too," Jonny says.

"I am not. This is my house. And my bed got ruined."

"You have money. There are hotels."

"Yeah, well." Patrick's head is heavy, and he's already horizontal. "This isn't that bad."

"Exactly," Jonny says, much less smugly than Patrick would have expected. Maybe the staircase wore him out. It certainly wore Patrick out: he feels like he does the morning after a playoff game, one with triple overtime and too many double shifts. He feels like his body is crumbling into the hardwood floor, like maybe when he wakes up tomorrow he'll be another pile of debris.

"Kaner," Jonny says, when Patrick's decided he's probably fallen asleep already.

"Mm."

"Do you think you're gonna date again?"

That wakes Patrick up a little. "Oh god. I don't know. I mean, eventually, yeah?"

"Yeah, but, like...soon?"

"Fuck no." Just the sound of it is awful. Patrick can't even imagine it: going through all the work of getting to know someone new and figuring out how to fit her into his life. The house is enough work as it is. "Why do you care?"

"I'm just wondering."

"Yeah, well. It's not like you're dating. It's been, what, two years?"

"I date."

"Not seriously."

"No." Jonny's quiet for a bit. "I think maybe I'm not gonna," he says.

"What, like, ever?"

"No, just...not for a long time. I don't know." Jonny pauses. "Maybe never."

Whoa. That's...something. Patrick immediately has about five thousand questions. He's not sure he wants to ask any of them, though. Maybe he should--maybe that's why Jonny said it, so that Patrick would ask him about it. But he's not sure he can bring himself to do it. Not right now, not tonight. It feels like too much for this moment, for lying exhausted on his living room floor, for Jonny three feet away from him in the dark.

"Well," Patrick says finally, "I guess you'll have lots of time to help me with the house."

#you'll have to decide where it goes from there #if it isn't obvious :D #hockey rpf #ask meme #1988 #patrick kane #jonathan toews

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