#so one of my friends spoke french at home and at french food and celebrated holidays etc and i thought it was so cool

[thebirdandthebee]

Imagine Me & You

A Jake “Hangman” Seresin fic.

First time writing TGM fanfic - please be gentle.

Jake stumbles across a woman on base that seems to enjoy the finer things in life... just like the future he’d like to build - with her in it.

Chapter 3: Mouth Breather

“I’ve been a bad boy, I need a lawyer,” Mia’s head popped up from her trunk. Rooster was a good three beers deep and was wearing a ridiculous American flag shirt.

“Let’s skip to punishment, you can carry this in,” she laughed, handing over a large tray of steak crostini to the pilot.

It was the Fourth of July, and per Bobbi, no one went harder for the Fourth of July than the naval aviators on base. She was hosting a get together in the backyard of her uncle’s house, as Lt. Gen. Bozek was out of town with his wife for the week.

Though judging by the sounds coming from the backyard, the event had eclipsed get together and evolved into full blown party.

“Jesus Christ I’m gonna eat all of these,” He groaned while Mia picked up her large tote and slung it over her shoulder. Donning a simple pair of birksenstock sandals, denim shorts and a white linen button-down over a swim top, she opted to get a patriotic red mani pedi before the party.

“Rooster, how many people are here?” She asked, looking up and down the street of parked cars.

“Only about twenty more than we were planning for… but most will clear out before fireworks.” He laughed, fingers itching to pop the lid off the tray. “You bring a swimsuit?” He asked, to which Mia nodded. “Good,” he grinned.

Mia followed Rooster to the back of the sprawling home where there were 30 or so people milling about the pool, playing yard games and hovering over the food table. The Bozeks had a beautiful home and a well manicured entertainment space in their backyard. Mia felt inspired to buy some patio furniture for her own little deck.

“Mia!” The blonde’s head looked over to see Bobbi and Tina waving her down.

“Roo, be an angel and drop that with the other food?” Mia asked, setting her tote down on an unclaimed pool lounger.

“I’ll leave whatever’s left,” Rooster shrugged, his fingers digging into the tray. Mia popped her sunglasses down over her eyes before walking excitedly over to her two girlfriends.

“Look at you, my lil American honey,” Tina smiled giving Mia a big hug.

“Happy Fourth,” she smiled, giving Bobbi a squeeze as well.

“You can finally meet my husband!” Tina said excitedly – she clearly had also gotten a jump on celebrating. “Baby! Come meet my new hot, single friend!” Tina called loudly, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout across the yard. The announcement turned more than a few hands.

“Tina I swear to God,” Bobbi rolled her eyes as Mia’s cheeks flamed red.

“He’s going to think you’re propositioning me,” Mia laughed, thankful for her oversized sunglasses.

“Wait are we supposed to not proposition you?” Rooster asked, handing Mia a red solo cup. “It’s no French 75 but it’s dry and sweet,” he insisted.

“Thanks, Roo,” Mia smiled.

“Aww, Roo,” Bobbi parroted.

“Mia, this is Robby,” Tina proudly presented her husband, a brunette with a shy smile and retro glasses.

“Hi Robby, it’s great to meet you,” Mia said, shaking his hand.

“Most people call me Bob,” he replied. “Great to finally meet you as well!”

Jake spotted Mia immediately. He was nodding along to a story some Lieutenant was droning on about while he tracked her across the yard in her little denim shorts and what looked like a man’s white button-down shirt. He could tell she was wearing a red bikini top underneath as the fabric of the shirt moved against her body.

“Is that right?” He asked, feigning interest in the story being told, but eyes keenly locked on his little blonde as she spoke animatedly with her hands. He didn’t like how close Rooster was standing to her and the way he kept looking down at her as she spoke. He could probably see right down that top. He could feel the skin on the back of his neck prickle as Bradley slid an arm across her shoulders and squeezed her to his side as they laughed along with the group. His eyes slid, just a moment, to Bobbi, who met his gaze and challenged him with a raised brow. “Lieutenant I’m going to have to stop you, there’s a situation calling for me.” Jake said, not giving the young aviator a look before crossing the lawn.

“He’s so sweet and a cuddler,” Mia gushed, “but he’s a total pillow hog and kept nibbling on my ear,” she elaborated.

“Aw, that’s cute!” Tina pouted, sliding a hand up Bob’s chest.

“You think it’s cute until this man’s breath is exhaling directly into my head – I feel like he’s dusting off my brain,” Mia added, making everyone laugh.

“Who?” Jake asked, not even greeting the group. He could feel his skin getting sticky. He waited too long. He was so stupid. Mia was the catch of the century and he wasn’t aggressive enough – now he lost out to a mouth breather?

“Tiger,” Mia replied.

“His name is Tiger?” Jake asked, feeling like he needed to take a long walk.

“Well, that’s the name the shelter gave him, but I don’t know if I’ll change it,” the petite blonde explained.

Jake took murder off of his to-do list. Bobbi grinned viciously behind her drink and Tina exchanged a look with her husband.

“Y’know what I think would be a great name? Lou,” Bobbi smiled. “Short for Lieutenant Commander,” she added. Mia broke off into a peel of giggles.

“Yes, but then when the Lieutenant Commander and Lou are in the same room, everyone will be confused,” Mia insisted. Jake rolled his eyes so hard he swore he could see gray matter.

“When did you get a cat?” Jake asked, bringing his drink to his mouth. He wasn’t really big on cats, but he could make exceptions.

“Last weekend,” Mia began, “Jack and I ended up at Animal Welfare and he was just looking at me with these big, sad green eyes, I couldn’t just leave him there.” She explained. “Here,” she started, reaching behind her and inadvertently creating space between she and Rooster as she fished her iPhone out of her back pocket. Jake stepped as close as he could over her right shoulder, just enough space to pass a piece of paper between the two of them as she swiped through a few photos.

He was cute – a mostly white little kitten with a swipe of grey across its face. A little half-moustache.

“Takes after his Daddy,” Rooster joked, swiping his fingers across his own moustache. Mia rolled her own eyes with a laugh as a young aviator came by with a tray of jello shots. Mia began to protest but Bobbi quickly shut it down.

“We’re celebrating America, Mia, have some pride!” She laughed, handing out the red, white and blue little cups.

They celebrated America hard – harder than Mia planned on, and an hour later, she was eyeing up the pool like it was the answer to all her problems.

“Come on, Thomas, the water is calling.” Bobbi said, hooking her arms through her friends and heading toward the pool.

“Lemme get some sunblock,” Mia insisted. “I burn easily.”

“Rooster!” Bobbi called out, “Get that big cock over here, we’re playing chicken!”

“Jesus Christ, Bobbi,” Mia laughed skin flushing pink as she stepped out of her shorts and unbuttoned her top. Jake appeared, seemingly from thin air.

“Heard someone called for a big cock,” Rooster arrived, his sunglasses just slightly askew on his face.

“Someone who is not ten drinks deep will be operating the fireworks later, right?” Mia asked.

“Yes,” Jake insisted, his eyes following the spray bottle of sunscreen Mia was guiding up and down her arms, stomach and legs.

“I’ll get you if you get me,” she said, handing him the metal canister and turning her back toward him. Internally, Jake was giddy, but on the outside, he was cool and collected. He carefully covered her back, lifting the ties of her top once.

Bobbi on the other hand, had a bottle of sunscreen lotion that she was currently lathering Rooster in like an unruly toddler.

“Make sure you get my nips, B, they’re at risk,” he insisted. Mia giggled, mostly at Rooster, but also at the tickling sensation of the cool spray against her warm skin.

“Covered,” Jake said, handing over the can to Mia before grabbing the bottom of his t-shirt and peeling it over his head. If Mia were walking, she would have stumbled.

Mia Thomas wasn’t stupid. She knew that aviators had to be in fairly good shape, and clearly Jake was in shape, but wow, his shape.

“Okay, uh, you just hold still here,” she said, shaking the spray can before aiming it up at his shoulders, careful to get the tops before canvassing his back.

“Mia, make sure to get his nips,” Rooster laughed, Bobbi laying on a thick white sheet over his nose. Jake turned, presenting her with his pecs and abs, arms out at his side. She sprayed him down like she was painting the side of the house, with two short blasts to his nipples, making them both laugh. Bobbi and Rooster entered the pool with a splash, waiting moments before she was perched atop his shoulders.

“Come on, Lieutenant Commander,” she said, dropping the can on the pool lounger. “I didn’t come here to lose.” Jake watched, a montage of slow music and light fading in as she stepped down into the pool, lowering herself inch by inch. Smooth skin, a red bikini and sunglasses sitting above her head. He watched her skin pebble as it lowered into the cold water, and he knew he wasn’t the only one watching.

Mia had seen the way Rooster dove under the water to settle Bobbi on top of his shoulders. She turned back to see Jake entering the water and shameless let her eyes drag from the bottom of his ears to the top of his swim shorts. He looked warm in a way that made her want to press her body against his. She racked her brain, wondering if she did a good job shaving her legs last night.

“Tina! Count us down!” Bobbi called.

“One!” Tina called from a lounger. Jake approached Mia from behind, his hands sliding from the small of her back to her hips, gripping her there in a way that made her throb softly.

“Two!”

He flexed, lifting her from the water, grinning at her errant squeal with his display of strength. She settled on his shoulders, her toes just below the water line as he waded further into the pool.

Indulging herself in the slightest, she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Three!”

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Mia exploded in a cacophony of giggles, leaning back against Jake’s chest as Bob burned bright red – Tina going into just a little bit more detail than he was used to when telling the story of when they got rescued from a stuck elevator over the spring.

“So here I am, wiping my mouth as the firefighters are trying to get the doors open with the jaws of life,” she finished, sending Mia into another fit.

She and Jake were puzzle-pieced into a lounger, she between his legs with her button down back on, protecting her from the lower temperature of the night. Jake had one arm back, tucked behind his head and the other resting on her shoulder softly.

With the knowledge that she was no longer fit to drive herself home, she would either crash at the Bozek’s home, or get a ride back to her apartment, but it gave her a little more leeway to enjoy her evening.

“And that’s why we also call Tina, Bob,” Rooster raised his glass, taking what should have been his last pull for the night.

“When are these fireworks starting?” Bobbi asked, wrapping her arms around herself, pre-meditated as a sudden boom lit up the sky. Mia jumped at the noise, alongside everyone else in the backyard, but Jake’s thumb rubbed against the back of her shoulder reassuringly. The display was easily less than a mile away, and there were a few blankets laid out across the backyard as guests watched on.

“Are we allowed to do fireworks this close to base?” Mia asked.

“Special occasion,” Rooster murmured, watching from the corner of his eye as she leaned back against Jake again, pulling the checkered blanket over the both of them.

Mia’s head dropped back against Jake’s shoulder and he nearly had to sit on his hands to keep from dragging his fingers up her throat and cupping her jaw. All he wanted to do was map her body with this touch. Even now, the scent of her skin mixed with the pool’s chlorine was setting him on high alert. He really needed his dick to get with the program because she was pressed tightly against him and he wasn’t going to ruin this for himself.

Mia’s eyes drooped closed momentarily as she reveled in Jake’s warmth, the fuzzy feeling her brain was experiencing and the contented feeling of finding a good group of friends. It was more than she ever expected to find in Miramar.

She wasn’t going to do anything to mess this up. Even if Jake’s skin felt especially nice against hers. She’d chalk it up to the drinks.

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[toomuchracket]

per the last ask (I’m a different anon) maybe birthday party verse! Matty and reader take a trip to celebrate a publication of hers and they rent a car (maybe a vintage convertible like in that one music vid) and matty is looking all classic driving reader down pch on their way to dinner and so it’s kind of a mix of sunshine baby/golden/style and then after dinner they decide to take a dip in the ocean 😌

gonna change the location of this because i had an idea about it anyway but it's a similar vibe!! so i think that the holiday starts in paris - you've been asked to do a little talk and a signing of your most recent book at the shakespeare and company bookshop, which is a huge fucking deal and something you're so so excited about, and naturally matty's glowing with pride and goes to paris with you. and you have a few days there before your event, just reminiscing on the last time you were there with your friends, and visiting museums and doing a bit of shopping. matty's in extra-proud boyfriend mode and attempting to buy you everything your eyes linger on for more than a second "as a well-done! a little treat!"; at the event itself (which he's already given you flowers for), he's watching you from the edges of the crowd, totally in awe of you (someone snaps a pic of him smiling at you like you hung the moon and tweets it, someone else tweets to say that they spoke to him and he literally just gushed about you for five minutes straight lol), and he almost cries after he cheekily queues for you to sign his copy of the book, because you address it to "the love of my life" and kiss the page to leave a lipstick mark on it for him lol.

anyway, i think at dinner afterwards, you probably say something like "god, i really don't want to go home in two days" and matty just beams and goes "well, good, because we're not", and then he reveals that he's booked a cottage somewhere in bordeaux for the two of you to stay in for the next week - you're immediately so so excited, and then you're like slightly panicked because "i didn't bring enough clothes!", and matty laughs like "well, now you'll need to let me take you shopping, sweetheart, yeah?" and you roll your eyes but you do let him buy you armfuls of new sundresses the next day lol. and the day after shopping, you and matty have a two-hour long train journey to bordeaux - which is spent listening to an album together and eating sweets lol - where there's a car waiting for you outside; a classic red vintage convertible (like the one from that clip of matty in l.a.), which matty is SO smug about. you tease him about it a little, like "you're sure you can drive on the opposite side of the road?" and "this is so new wave cinema of you. you've got postmodernism brainrot, baby", but that's just to distract yourself from jumping his bones because jesus christ he looks so hot driving with his sunglasses on and his hair all curly and messy (you take like 455883 pics of him like this. new lockscreen material for certain). i think you probably get lost a couple of times on the way to the cottage - you're responsible for navigating with the map and it's in french, for fuck's sake lol - but neither of you mind, because it's just so perfect driving through the french countryside with the wind in your hair and the sun on your faces. and the week is like the total antithesis to your busy time in paris; you just laze about in the sunshine, smoking and fucking (lol) and eating good food (but you both do end up getting inspired and writing some stuff for your respective next projects lol), before getting a little bit dressed up in the early evenings to tour some of the MANY vineyards nearby, having dinner and getting pleasantly tipsy on red wine. the very last night, you go to the vineyard where That Wine, the one you guys bonded over and love sharing, is made. and maybe, just maybe, a certain question is popped... idk! who's to say? regardless, it's perfect <3

#mads muses #mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #into the birthday partyverse

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Chapter 6 : KRAKEN

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Our carriages thrust through the press of the rejoicing crowd that presently filled Liberty Square. Arnold Way was the street that formed the north side of the Square. The Presidential Mansion took up the entire north side of the Square.

Green Jacket Marines kept back the cheering throng, as we filed into Number One, Arnold Way, the residence of presidents and the seat of administration since the revolution. We were met by none other than President Benedict Arnold, himself. Now in his seventies, he was still hale and hearty. He grasped the hand of each of us as we entered the foyer and greeted us by name.

“Commodore Marks! Gentlemen! You are most welcome! Your journey has been long. To make up for that, dinner has been laid out on the sideboards in the dining room. Commodore Martin is here along with many other notables ... Even,” and here he smiled yet more broadly, “the ambassador of the United Kingdom, Sir Lional Humphries.”

In a high good humor, he conducted us to the dining room. Many candle sconces provided the light, showing high ceilings and a simple understated elegance of decor that spoke volumes about the man who lived here and ran the country.

Among the guests, I saw the unmistakable frowning profile of Sir Lional. I also saw the jubilant Mr. Smollet, chief naval architect of the Cuttlefish Project. Admiral Martin waved to me from his place at the table. I was headed his way, while some heads turned in surprise. Sir Lional’s eyes followed me with calculation. I was stopped by a hand on my elbow.

A firmly commanding yet friendly voice said, “Tecumsah, I have not been able to spare the time to visit your mother’s lodge, these last few years. I have missed my other family. We write back and forth, but it is not the same as a visit. Will you share news from home with me?”

“Mister President, ...” I began, turning to him.

“Such formality from one who first made himself known by spitting up on my weskit,” he interrupted with mock severity. “What happened to ‘uncle Benny’?”

About the room many mouths formed ‘o’s of surprise. Even Sir Lional seemed taken aback.

“I thought the occasion too formal for such familiarity,” I excused myself.

“Never. This dinner is as much a chance to see you again, and hold converse with a friend old and honest enough to hold me in no awe, as it is to celebrate mighty deeds of war. After this pow-wow is over, we shall have to have a long talk of old friends and family.”

“I shall look forward to it,” I replied with true enthusiasm. “Is that centerpiece on the buffet what it appears to be?”

“Indeed, to honor you, son of my spirit. Bison hump and haunch from the Onida herds,” he said in perfect Iroquois.

“Then I shall have to get some, to honor the giver, Uncle,” I responded in the same language. Then in English, I added, “That food looks too good to miss and I see another old friend over by the buffet. I haven’t seen Jean since the Academy. He was a year behind me, and I sort of took him under my wing.”

“Go then, youngster, so long as we talk later.”

“My word on it.”

I made my way across the crowded room to the buffet.

By the sideboard was the French Ambassador, Jean, Count du Coucy, an old school chum. He had been fortunate enough to be studying at the Continental Congress Naval Academy when the French threw off their royalty. When Napoleon had come to power, the First Citizen had instated him as Ambassador, and returned his estates.

“So, filling your plate with meat and treats outranks words with your President?”

“Jean,” I smiled, “it is good to see you again. Letters, be they ever so often, are no substitute for a handshake and word face to face. Mister Arnold and I were merely arraigning time for a real talk, later.”

Sir Lional was edging closer, to overhear what a mere Lieutenant of the Navy might have to say to both the President and the French Ambassador. I decided to give him an earful.

“How is it that you never mentioned Mr. Arnold during our Academy days?” inquired Jean.

“Then, as now, he hates notoriety. He is an old family friend from the days of the War of Independence, no more.”

“No more!?” Jean seemed shocked. “The hero of the Great War, the conqueror of Canada, the man who formed, and brought to your Union, the Indian State, Senator for how many years, and now President twice over, only an old family friend? How did that happen?”

“It goes back to when my grandfather, on my mother’s side, Tall Bear, saved the general’s life at the second battle of Ontario ...” I began, but was interrupted.

“Do you mean the Tall Bear, who took the colonies of St. Laurence and New Found Land?” cut in the impeccably British accents of Sir Lional.

“Why yes, I do. My grandfather. Though I wasn’t talking to you,” I rebuked gently. “Yet you are welcome to join us. The minced bison pasty is excellent.”

“I thank you, but no. I am not here to eat. You have the ear of the President and the French Ambassador.” He shot a poisonous look at Jean. “You must be a valuable go-between. I am surprised that President Arnold would allow you to be risked in a small squadron at war on the high seas.”

“The risk seemed small enough. Besides I have been involved in improving the range and accuracy of our Congreves for the last ten years. I wanted to see them perform in field conditions.”

“Should he be hearing that?” asked Jean. “It is a secret, yet.”

“My tongue is not so loose as all that. We will be unveiling them tonight. Besides, little goes on in the Continental Congress that Sir Lional does not know of. You have had reports of our activities in rocketry for what, about ten years?”

Sir Lional had the grace to look away in embarrassment. “Something like that,” he muttered.

“If you are not here for the party and food, why are you here?”

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The History of the Roberts and Seraph Family

My parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, and so on until we were all born in a country called Dominica. The citizens of Dominica first came from present-day Nigeria as well as Cameroon.  Dominica was a French colony from about 1715 all the way until 1763 Until the end of the Seven Years War and became a British colony from 1763 to 1978. my mom was born in 1978, officially when it gained its independence. As described by my mom Dominica was one of the most beautiful places that she had ever experienced. You could do things for no cost like enjoying the rivers, springs, and ocean. Tablets and phones weren’t used as much because the children of Dominica would be outside playing with their friends. The TV wasn’t the number one priority rather taking the company over each other. Many people walked rather than drive because of the beautiful warm climate. One of the biggest things was getting home from work in just 10. In contrast, when she lived in New York, on the subway it took over 2 hours to commute.

Life in Dominica for children was very different from the lives of American children. it was much safer, kids were able to stay out later, and the people are much happier with their lives. my mom described it as the best time for life and always spoke about going back. The climate is able To grow food such as bananas, plantains, avocados, Citrus, mango, and coconuts. There are more than 13 different types of bananas grown as well as plantains. bananas and plantains are Dominica’s main exports. The most popular food that is made in Dominica is callaloo which is described as “a combination of leafy vegetables such as dasheen or spinach,  coconut milk, salted meat, yams, onions, peppers, green bananas,  and dumplings consisting of flour and cornmeal”. one of my favorite dishes growing up was braf basically like a soup with dumplings made out of flour with smoked meat, potatoes, and vegetables. they are also known for the way that they make bread which is so salt and ice and is the best when it comes out hot.

Dominica Is also known for their Carnival which can be described as a time in which we celebrate our culture and all of the great things that come with it. people dressed up in costumes with all different types of colors. During this time we also announced Miss Dominica which is a pageant in which many Dominican women ranging from ages 18 to 21 compete for the title. back in 2000, my mom won the title I was Thomas Dominica she was able to right through the streets in a big float with her crown. I experienced Dominique's beautiful carnival more than once and I have to say it was the best experience I have ever experienced in my life. The music, the food, and the atmosphere were something I had never experienced before. experience than this from a young age helps me to embrace my culture. going up to them would always ask me where I was from and I would tell them and they were confused about what the place was so sometimes it just stayed that my parents were from the Caribbean an embarrassment however as I began to grow up here more and more about my family I became more comfortable with. 

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hi!! I was wondering if maybe you could write a Wade x plus size reader? Maybe she’s an ex pro thief and gets put with him for a mission or smth?? I got no idea man just have fun with it aye

Thank you for the request!!!!! Sorry for the wait!

I wasn't sure if you wanted it to be dirty or not so I sectioned that part off in case it's not what you're looking for :)

You are my first ever request! So, thank you, thank you, thank you, and I hope you enjoy it <3

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Thieving, being exceptionally attractive while doing it. Wade on his best behaviour, Smut is sectioned off.

You haven't accepted a mission in 4 years.

You got out of the business and left those “friends” and “friend circles” behind you after you scored your dream internship. 4 years and you were running your own team and writing a semi successful blog. It was a quiet life, and you enjoyed it immensely. You liked your team members, and you felt they found you a fair and caring boss. Your cat Mr. Sparkles was a healthy weight and had finally committed to using the litter box.

You don't know why you answered when he called you, you don’t know why you agreed to such fuckery. But here you were pulling out a familiar black box out of the bottom of your cluttered closet. You picked it up and placed it on your bed. The dark colour contrasted with your bright and colourful décor. Something you found oddly reflective, once you moved on from that part of your life nothing was dark. Everything in your apartment was covered by color and patterns that made you happy.

You opened the box. You and Mr. Sparkles looked at the contents like there was a wild octopus about to come flying out of it.

“It was the right thing to do.” You said out loud. “And it's going to pay well.”

Pulling the tight outfit over your curves felt better than you thought it would. You figured that it would cause you panic or anxiety. Instead you felt a wave of confidence looking yourself over in the mirror that hung on the back of your bedroom door. Normally you were covered in bright flowy clothes, that's what you liked. Your whole life was built upon being invisible since you were little. Now that you were in charge every day was a celebration in its own way. However this made you feel sexy, the outfit was sleek and left nothing to the imagination. Pulling your long hair into a tight french braid you were ready to get out there and do some thieving.

You kissed Mr. Sparkles and gave your aloe vera plant a light touch on your way out the window. It was a hot summer night and the air was muggy. These were your favorite kinds of nights to sit out on the fire escape, have some drinks, read books, and watch the city. It was lonely, but enjoyable nonetheless.

You got up to the roof and plotted your course to the impossible house. You misstepped a couple of times before falling into your usual rhythm. You contemplated whether you were doing this because the small piece of art should be with the family it belongs too. Or if you were doing this because you had some kind of Ocean’s 11 complex that kept you hungry for such challenges. It was an impossible place to break into, the floor of the old house containing the art work was covered with laser security. A piece of knowledge that should make your stomach flip, but only makes your heart feel funny.

You got yourself into position on the roof of the low building that was across the street, you took a few minutes to survey and eventually came to the conclusion that conditions were perfect. You made your way to the 3rd floor balcony. You knew of the owner’s, an awfully cruel man and his lover. They were asleep on the 5th floor of the house. Well, city mansion? Whatever, the point is it didn't feel like a home, it felt like something a royal family would keep when they came to visit. Lots of expensive art and velvet curtains. Massive gold and crystal chandeliers hung from mirrored ceilings framed with fancy crown molding. You did your research in the few hours you had after the job request had come in, there was a - *insert super fancy techno security laser system name here.* And it was said to be unbeatable. No gymnast or other cat-like thief had been able to tango with it. You had been challenged by its precursors but had got out of the game by the time this puppy had made it out on the market.

You picked the lock on the double doors, and slid past the heavy curtains and disabled the basic alarm system for the floor. Surveying the area you saw the lasers slowly dancing like it was a Pink Floyd tribute at the local planetarium. (something you attend regularly) You took a deep breath and got ready to disco your way across the floor to the small framed painting of a sun set. You put a headphone in and set the song *put on a song you would rob a bank to*. You began the journey. People often felt that your size and shape made you incompetent or ungraceful. You learned early on in life not to listen to stupid people say stupid things. You were the best, perhaps because you weren't afraid to look stupid or ridiculous. You bended and snapped, ducked and dodged, twirled and flipped. And just like that you reached your target. The second you lifted it off the wall, the lasers stopped. You pulled your knife and twirled around ready for a fight. What you saw was not what you expected, across the room none other than Wade freaking Wilson was looking at you.. Normally you hated being stared at like that, but he was a “friend” you found particularly challenging to leave behind. The whites of his mask were wide. After making a whole bunch of strange gestures with his hands, he held up a finger motioning you to be quiet. He disappeared towards what you figured would be the staircase going up to the next floor. If he gave you a clear shot at an exit you knew he had trouble with him. So you took your out.

You got back up on the rooftop across the street, you grabbed the bag you left there and secured the painting. You pulled out a large black piece of cotton and tossed it around your shoulders like a shall. This made your outfit look less stealth and more passion for leather/night out on the town. Making your way down the fire escape on the side of the building you saw the target house explode.

I guess Wade hasn't changed any.

You picked up the pace feeling anxious to get to Sister Margrets. Making your way through the city unnoticed, you went into the shitty establishment through the alleyway door. You wasted no time moving through the hallway into the servers entrance spitting you out behind the bar. You kept by the entrance which kept you out of sight, you didn't want to see any more friends tonight. Weasel jumped when he turned around and saw you there looming in the shadows, spilling the drink he had just made.

“Fuck” He quickly remade the drink then moved back to where you were standing. He had a large envelope of cash for which you handed him the back pack. You felt slightly relieved.

“Hey I know you moved on, but thanks for this.”

“No problem”

You turned around and went out the way you came in. Opening the door that leads back to the alley way, you notice a very large and slightly singed body blocking your exit.

“Stay for a drink?” His voice caused something in you to stir. Something you were not going to explore.

“Sorry Wade but no can do” You pushed past him and began walking down the street.

“Pretty pleaseeeee” he said with a sing song voice. You tried not to smile. He caught up to you so he was walking beside you. “If your not a big drinker anymore we could go for diner, tacos!, Sushi, chicken nuggets, you always loved a good chicken nugget” You tuned him out as he kept chattering a list of every food he could remember eating together. You had to figure out somewhere to go as you weren't leading him back to your apartment. Going in random directions, he spoke up.

“I know you live on *Insert cute street name here*”

“What the fuck Wilson?”

“Well you disappeared and I wanted to make sure you weren't being unalived. This means if we head back to yours we can do take out and homemade drinks, which in my opinion is much better anyway. I make the best margaritas in the city.”

You started the walk back towards your apartment. Trying desperately to come up with a way to leave him at the front of the building. The thought of him in your very personal, very colourful, even bordering on childish apartment made you unbelievably anxious. Every time you looked over at his slightly charred body you couldn't help a strange feeling welling up inside you. You got to the front door to the building and turned to look up at him. There was a long pause as you struggled for words.

“It's alright. It was a nice walk.” You could hear the layers of sadness underneath his tone. You were going to tell him that it was a nice walk and that maybe one day when things were better for you they could get that drink. Then you were going to threaten him into keeping everything a secret.

“I don't have stuff for margaritas.” The wrong words left your mouth but for a fleeting moment you actually didn't want him to leave.

“Are you sure?” Hey sounded very serious which caught you off guard and confused you a little.

“Yeah, normally I just drink stuff out of a can” You were terrible at mixing drinks, they were always way too sweet and strong and lead to trouble. Wade gave a big laugh. “Are you okay to pick up the stuff if I get changed?”

“You betcha.” He did a twirl, blew you a kiss, then headed down the street.

You dashed up to your apartment and started to hide your more personal stuff. Grabbing an armful of clean laundry off the couch, tossing it into an empty bin in the closet. You were so busy trying to hide your stuffed animals and random fan art, that you didn't notice him standing in the fire escape landing looking at you from the large open window.

“Damn. This was not what I was expecting.” He said, sounding surprised. “This isn't what your old place looked like at all”

“Uh” Your face got hot and you refused to look at him. “I ah don't have people over so um yeah. You can go now.”

“Nonononononono. This is a huge bit of progress from everything being varying shades of grey and uncomfortable.” Wade took the place in as he made his way to your kitchen. Placing the big brown bags on the counter top, and sliding the blender out from against the bright backsplash.

"Uh I'm going to get cleaned up. Help yourself to everything." You ran into the bathroom and freshened up and were very grateful to be out of the leather and into your summer pj's. They were more on the revealing side but you never found Wade the type to care or be creepy.

Coming out you found him very comfortable whirling around the kitchen. It looked like he had made a giant frying pan of pad thai and the blender was full. Turning around to see you he picked you up and sat you on the counter top like you were nothing more than a bottle of the many sauces he currently had out. He handed you one of your favorite rainbow glasses filled with margarita. Your brain was still trying to calm down from him picking you up like that.

"Thanks" you said with an even redder face.

"No problem, hot stuff" he divided the food into two plates, you led him out to sit on the fire escape with you. It was a sacred space, it felt weird to be there with a real live person. After the most delicious plate of food ever, many drinks, and laughs about the good old days things quieted down leaving a thick tension between the two of you. You realized you owed him an apology of sorts.

"Wade, I'm sorry I didn't give you a proper goodbye. I just had a life of running and I couldn't risk anyone fucking me over again."

"It's alright babe. I understand why you did it." His voice was low and sad and it made your heart hurt. You didn't want the night to end.

"Thanks for keeping my place here a secret."

"No problem. Do you think mayyybe now that I know about your situation we could do this again sometime?"

"You have no idea how nice that would be." You really meant it having him around was the most fun you'd had in a very long time. You didn't have to pretend or beat around the bush about anything with Wade. Nothing was too dark or silly or messed up.

"Well I guess this is my cue." He made to stand up but you grabbed his knee without thinking.

"Uh if you want to. You could also stay for a while." He turned his head to the side, bright eyes looking you over. "You could take a shower and I've definitely got a shirt and some boxers I could lend you." His eyes got wider. "They're mine. They're really…. comfy…" you would never understand how he made you so embarrassed.

"Uh, not sure about that… it just…" he motioned to the rest of his body.

"I've seen your face. It won't bother me" you looked up at him with empathetic eyes, part of you hoping that maybe they came across as bedroom eyes. You gave yourself a mental slap.

"If you're uncomfortable, that's okay too." You said, giving him a kind smile. You could tell there was an internal battle. So you gave him a minute.

"Alright that sounds nice. It's a fucking mess under here tho."

You went into your bathroom and found your gentlest scent free soap and a soft towel. Then into your room to find a giant t-shirt and your biggest pair of boxer shorts.

You put it into a nice pile in the bathroom.

"Okay there's some nice soap, it's natural scent free, made of angel's tears or some shit and a clean towel and clothes in there for you."

Wade shifted around you into the bathroom. "Thanks"

You flopped onto your bed and looked up at your glow star collection that littered the ceiling. You heard the water start running and you closed your eyes. Until your herd some very loud and off key Britney Spears. You couldn't help but laugh. Soon enough he was out and flopped onto the bed next to you.

"Man this is the best sleepover ever."

"If this has been your best sleepover with a chick I feel sorry for you. And her." You joked.

"Sorry enough for a pity cuddle." You know what the look he gave you meant. He was testing the waters to see what kind of night this was gonna be. You couldn't help but feel the need to challenge it.

"We could cuddle… or we could do other stuff then cuddle." You'd thought of all the reasons this was a bad idea. But voices weren't loud enough over the sound of your heart beating. He leaned in closer, fingers brushing your cheek.

"You sure that's not a margaritas talking?"

"Very sure." You said eyes locked with his.

"Why now?" It was a good question. One you had to think about.

"I don't think I ever was really myself. Like I was as much of myself as I could be while hurting that much. Now I'm happy and I enjoy things differently"

"Hmmm I noticed that. I think I got to know you more in the past few hours than I had when we were friends. You actually laugh now. At jokes and not just crazy like when things are exploding" he moved his hand to run through your hair and you couldn't hold back a soft moan. It had been so very long since someone had touched you.

You felt his lips press into your forehead. You'd thought about Wade before but he was in a relationship, then she died, and Wade wasn't himself for a long time. You'd figured if you were something he wanted he'd make it clear considering the dude flirted with everyone. You'd always had a secret fear that maybe you went his type. Vanessa was short and very tiny, other than her you were only sure of one other and that was Cable, who was serious, fit, tall, and massive. You were a good height and curvy as all hell. Suddenly you felt self conscious. But then he put his hands on either side of your face tilting your head up to meet his. You opened your eyes and they focused in on his lips. They were so close it caused the air in your lungs to get stuck.

"You're pretty quiet. You sure you wanna try to do other things. We can jump right to cuddling if that's better for right now?"

You looked up to meet his eyes.

"Is that what you want?" You tried your best to have it come out casually.

"Not really."

Your eyes migrated back down to his lips and you shuffled closer. You wanted to kiss him so badly you felt like your body was on fire.

"You can take whatever you want baby"

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That's all the permission you needed. You moved in and softly pressed your lips into his, then took things deeper. It didn’t take much for your breathing to become ragged, you were trying desperately to take the kiss further.

Eventually you bit his bottom lip and whimpered, finally he agreed, his hands tightened on your face and your tongues started to battle it out. You wanted to win, so you moved to straddle him. Finally accomplishing some friction between the two of you, you could feel your panties sliding against your wet folds. This only lasted for a few glorious seconds, before he flipped you on to your back quickly moving to pin your arms above your head.

He started moving south leaving a red hot trail of destruction behind him. There was only so much your tank top would allow, Wade seemed very content palming your right breast while biting on the flesh beneath your left collar bone. You on the other hand wanted your goddamn clothes off.

You tried to break his grip and moaned when you realized such a task would only be accomplished by hurting him. He really had you trapped there, a piece of knowledge that only made you want your clothes off more. His grip on your breast tightened and his smirking lips took a long pull on the hardened nub that was poking up benthe the cotton of your top. You couldn't help your back arching. Finally, after paying respects to your other breast, he pulled back to look at you. He squeezed your wrists.

“Stay”

God he was so bossy. Something that divided you internally. A part of you wanted to push it, see how hard he would dig into you, and the other part was desperate to behave and be good. You decided you would be good, for now. He sat up, leaning back on his knees in between your legs. Slowly his fingers brushed across the soft skin of your stomach, then his hands ran up along your torso taking your shirt with them. Feeling his scarred hands trail lightly across you sent shivers through your body. You felt him cup and knead your breasts for a moment before pulling your top over your head. He took a long look at you which made you feel delicious. No one had ever pulled out this side of you before. Kissing down your stomach he stopped at the waistband of your shorts. He took your left leg and used it to flip you over, somehow taking your shorts off at the same time. There you were ass up naked and loving every second of it. His big hands came down to smack your ass, a loud noise of please ran out of your mouth along with most of the air in your lungs. Enjoying the response he did it again then started kneading the flesh.

“Fuck you are so fucking sexy.” You felt his hands slide down to grip the tops of your thighs. You arched your back further resting your head on the bed. “Good girl.” The words hit you like a bullet but before you had time to find your footing his hot mouth was all over you wet folds.

His skilled tongue painting some kind of masterpiece, he was touching you everywhere but where you really desperately wanted it. But this seemed to be the way he operated, and you weren't complaining. After feeling like he had been everywhere, he started to circle that tight ball of nerves and you couldn't help but let out a shout. Pleasure was ripping through your body, things were starting to get hot and tight inside you, when all of a sudden those glorious lips closed in and created some heavenly suction. You couldn't stop your hips from bucking, this earned a heavy slap on your right ass cheek.

“Fuck fuck fuckf cukkkk ah” It quickly became too much, your orgasm hit you like a train, whole body tensing up then finally crashing down. Wade kept up the rhythm letting you ride it out. Finally pulling away when it became too much. He snaked his arm up your front to grab the front of your neck pulling you up on to your knees, angling your face so he could kiss you deeply. Putting on a show of how good you tasted. After a long moment of heated kissing, he positioned you so you were laying on your back again. Giving you a few moments to catch your breath.

“You wanna keep going?” he asked softly.

“Yes please.” you answered politely.

“Alright but, it's everywhere. All over me. So doggy style is generally best for this next part. If you wanna do it that way, I'm also just happy making you scream like this too.”

“Wade, we can stop if you need to. But I would much rather you fuck me like this. Or let me choke on you for a while then fuck me like this. On my back where I can kiss you and love you back. Ya feel me?”

He looked at you with searching eyes. You realized what you said probably sounded a bit off. Love you back probably wasn't the right thing to say, but you were operating with limited brain function at this point.

“This normally doesn't end well for me.”

“Hmmm. What part, how do you like to uh finish?” You asked slightly confused. Wade only laughed.

“That's not the problem, I almost got off just from you screaming like that. No, I just want to make sure you actually enjoy it. It's hard to enjoy things when you are looking up at someone who looks like they lost a fight with an industrial paper shredder that happened to be on fire.”

You snorted.

“Wade I never knew you before, but I’ve wanted you since I met you. Okay? There's no spooky feelings here.” Your words seemed enough to convince him. He leaned in for a soft kiss, one that made you want to misbehave. You pulled the shirt up, running your hands across the well defined muscles of his torso, then broke the kiss to pull it up over his head. You didn't give him a chance to be chatty, you resumed the heavy kiss, palming his erection. He moaned into your mouth. Feeling accomplished, you pulled the boxers off letting his heavy cock slap up against his stomach. You couldn't help but break the kiss, looking down you watched your hand slide over his impressive, throbbing length. You wanted to take him in your mouth, but before you could push him back onto the bed, he was already pinning you in place beneath him.

You felt him slide himself through your heat. Finally lining himself up with your entrance, his thumb set a steady pace on your clit as he pushed into you slowly. You were grateful he took his time opening you up. You let out a strangled sound when he bottomed out, you felt so full. He set a slow pace giving you lots of time to adjust, this only made you more desperate and needy. When he finally decided you’d had enough, you felt his hand squeeze the back of your neck as he set into a ruthless pace.

“FUCK” He was too much, his heavy body keeping you in place as your hips rose to meet every single thrust. you wanted to feel him as deeply as you possibly could. His hot mouth was biting into the flesh at the bottom of your neck. The heat inside you started to build and you were near your breaking point.

‘Wade” You breathed in a high, desperate tone.

“Cum for me baby” And just like that you felt it take over, your hips snapped up and your feet cramped up. You could feel your walls clench around him tightly, and you choked when he pushed through them even rougher than before. That thumb on your clit never gave up, keeping you trapped riding out the waves of pleasure. You felt it take him over, letting out a deep growl you felt him fill you. He held himself deep inside you, moving both his hands so his forearms were on either side of you trying to keep his weight from crushing you.

His forehead pressed against yours as you both tried to catch your breath. Eventually he moved out of you and he flopped onto his back. You got up and quickly went pee and cleaned yourself up. You grabbed another washcloth and went back to clean him up. You realised that getting up might have been a mistake. Wade was on his side with his eyes screwed shut.

“Hey, you okay?” You asked softly and grabbed the sides of his face and kissed his forehead.

“Better now.” He whispered.

“Sorry for getting up, I should have said something. Can I clean you up?” He gave you a strange look, like he was waiting for you to suddenly disappear. He took the washcloth and wiped himself down, you took it back throwing it into the bathroom. You looked down at him hoping that the voices weren't giving him a hard time. You sat next to him holding his hand, giving him some time.

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“So about those cuddles?” He asked softly, and you wondered how many times people had hurt him or thrown him out.

You got under the light quilt on your bed motioning for him to do the same. He followed you, laying on his back, you tucked yourself into his side, enjoying his big arms wrapping around you. You gave his neck a light kiss.

“I missed you.” you said softly

“You have no idea how bad I missed being around you.”

“I won't leave again, if you wanted to make this either a regular thing… or a proper thing… if you're into that?” You felt a tight ball of nerves in your stomach.

“I’d really like that.” He kissed your forehead. You thought about all the things you would have to do to make this relationship compatible with your new life. But that was a later you problem, right now you were the best kind of exhausted. You both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

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Rach could you please do something soft like it’s maxwells birthday and you and alastair plan a small birthday party ( just the three of you) and he is so overwhelmed with love he can’t believe he got so lucky after everything ❤️ then you tell him you’re pregnant.

Also no pressure to write you can totally ignore this 😊

Birthday Surprise [Maxwell Lord x F!Reader]

Warnings: pregnancy, allusions to sex, food mention, mention of infidelity/cheating, mention of poverty

Word Count: 3200>

A/N: It’s April 1st which means it’s officially Max Lord’s birthday! <33 Thank you for all the Max requests people have sent in over the past week. They’ve truly been a joy to write. & Thank you @supernaturalgirl for this lovely request. I hope you enjoy!

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Once upon a time, Maxwell Lord had these big, extravagant parties to celebrate his birthday. He’d host at fancy venues and it would be formal, strictly black-tie, and only the elite were invited. But the truth was, he was incredibly lonely. He had no friends, only colleagues and business associates. His wife would hang on his arm, wearing real fur, and Chanel couture earrings, parading around the room, flirting with other businessmen who might’ve been more successful than Max.

He didn’t like his birthday. Growing up, he didn’t celebrate much either. The Lorenzano family could barely afford to buy Maxwell new shoes or clothes that fit, so expecting gifts and parties was the last thing on his mind. Every year though, without fail, his mother would cook him a small cake and light a candle. “Make a wish, Maxwell.” she’d whisper. It was funny how things turned out.

And when he married for the first time, it was his wife who insisted on these big, luxurious celebrations with balloons and music. The attention was nice, sure, but it always felt like it was more for her than it was for him. He’d never say anything though. Just smile and nod. As long as she was happy. She sure seemed happy when Maxwell caught his wife with her tongue down another man’s throat at his 32nd birthday party. Thankfully, that marriage soon ended, and whilst Maxwell swelled with heartache for a good few months, better things were soon to come.

Like meeting you.

About a week before Maxwell’s birthday, Alistair was... hyper, to say the least. It was way past his bedtime, and yet he was bouncing up and down on yours and Max’s bed, clearly trying to get his father to leave the room.

“Daddy, could you go make me some french fries?”

Maxwell peeked up from his newspaper and furrowed his eyebrows together. His son’s question even ruffled you slightly, as you looked up from painting your nails and tilted your head slightly.

“Alistair, it’s eleven at night. No french fries.” Maxwell sighed before looking back down at his newspaper.

Alistair hummed, looking around the bedroom.

“Daddy, did you remember to feed Lady her evening biscuits?”

Maxwell looked up from his paper again, and stared at his son.

“I fed her this evening,” You said, trying to work out what kind of mischief Alistair was getting up to now. “Ali, is everything okay?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t it be?” The six year old replied, and well, it was a fair response. You and Maxwell exchanged a glance before getting back to your business. About ten seconds passed.

“Daddy, can you make me some warm milk?”

Maxwell sighed, this time dropping his newspaper completely and rubbing his tired eyes. “You don’t need warm milk Alistair.”

“But I’ll struggle to sleep without it.”

“I’ll go get you some,” you told the child, but Alistair quickly extended his arm, stopping you before you could get out of bed. 

“No mommy, you’re sick. Besides, I asked daddy.”

You blinked, taken slightly aback. Alistair was a sweet child with wonderful manners, that  much you knew, but even his decorum right now took you by surprise. He was speaking like a fully grown gentleman. Processing his words, you simply shrugged your shoulders before shuffling back into bed and getting comfortable.

Yeah, you’d been throwing up the past few days, in the mornings mostly, but you’d drawn it down to food poisoning. It was sweet how Alistair was seemingly looking out for your health. Maxwell’s gaze flicked between you both but, in defeat, he got out of bed and padded downstairs, into the kitchen to prepare his son’s bedtime beverage. Once he was gone, and you could hear him begin to steam the milk, you snapped your fingers to get Alistiar’s attention.

“Alright Ali,” you sighed, folding your arms across your chest. “What’s going on? Why have you been trying to get your dad to leave the room for the past...” you checked the time on the alarm clock which was positioned on Max’s nightstand. “Half an hour.” Gods he was persistent. Just like his father.

“We need to do something special for daddy’s birthday.” Alistair announced, and as he uttered the words, you already knew that there was no room for questioning him. He and his father were similar in that sense too.

“What do you have in mind?” you wondered out loud. You knew Maxwell’s birthday was approaching, despite your husband never talking about it. You hadn’t even thought of what to get him yet, which was a problem. 

“A party. But not like the ones daddy has for work,” Alistair explained, referring to the many galas Maxwell had hosted in attempt to gain sponsorship and investments for his company. “Like, a small tea party. Just us. All his favourite snacks and the birthday cake granny used to make him when he was a kid. I know it’s his favourite. And balloons and banners and streamers. I can draw a picture. And music. And—“

“Okay okay baby slow down, I see where you’re coming from,” you smiled, pulling Alistair into your lap. “And I like the idea. Do you know if your dad has ever had a small party like this before?”

“I don’t think so.” Alistair replied softly and you nodded in understanding.

“Well, we’ll have to make sure it’s perfect. We can start planning tomorrow morning when he goes to work, okay? But keep your mouth zipped tight Ali, it has to be a surprise.”

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The day of Maxwell’s birthday started like any other. He left for work at 7:30, his driver waiting for him outside. He graced you with a quick peck on the cheek and told you he couldn’t wait to see you tonight. Now, Maxwell hadn’t uttered one word about his birthday in the past week, but even today, he hadn’t mentioned it. You’d planned on giving him his present this morning when he woke up, but your nerves got the better of you. 

You’d waited to give him this gift for a week already, you could at least wait a few more hours until he got home from work. 

At 9am, your best friend arrived with an abundance of helium balloons, birthday banners and streamers. At 9:30am, you tried to help Alistair pick out a smart outfit, although he was begging to wear one of his new Star Wars Ewok costumes. 

“How can you eat all the cake if you’re dressed as a massive teddy bear?” you asked the boy. He sighed, knowing that you had a point. 

Alistair looked adorable in his button down shirt and pants. You even fished in Maxwell’s closet to find a bow tie, hoping it would complete the look.

“I look like dad.” Alistair mumbled, fiddling with the wonky tie that you’d haphazardly wrapped around his neck.

“Exactly. You look wonderful.” you grinned, enveloping him into a massive hug. 

At 12, you figured it was the best time to begin baking the cake. But to do that, you needed the recipe. When you called Ms Lorenzano, your heart blossomed upon hearing the excitement in her voice.

“Oh darling! Hello! It’s so lovely to hear from you.” she spoke into the phone, and you could just imagine her smile on the other end of the line. It was identical to Maxwell’s. 

“Hello Ms Lorenzano,” you greeted, nervously curling the telephone wire around your finger. “How’ve you been?”

“I was just packing away my groceries. I got the bouquet of flowers you and Maxwell sent me yesterday. They look beautiful on my dining room table. Thank you, darling. They really lighten up the room. How is my son? Is he there?” Ms Lorenzano quizzed.

“Max is great, actually. He’s working at the moment but we were thinking about flying out to see you this weekend. If you weren’t busy? Alistair misses you very much.”

“Oh that would be wonderful! I’ve missed my little cherub so much. Let me guess, a big party planned tonight for my Maxwell’s birthday?” She beamed.

“Not quite. It was Ali’s idea to plan something small - a tea party of sorts. He was telling me about this vanilla frosting birthday cake you used to bake when Max was younger? And I was hoping you’d share the recipe with me. I’d love to try and recreate it… although my baking skills are nowhere near as good as yours.” you giggled. 

“That recipe has been passed down our family for generations,” Ms Lorenzano explained and you felt your heart sink into your chest. By neither law nor blood, you weren’t family. Would she really not give you the recipe? You’d been dating Maxwell for years now. And Ms Lorenzano did always say you were like a daughter to her… “Of course you can have it.” she smiled and you felt  a wave of relief wash over you as she began to list the ingredients.

“Thank you Ms Lorenzano, it was so lovely to speak to you. Max is gonna give you a call tonight. Take care, okay?”

“Okay darling. I send my love. Give Alistair a kiss from his ol’ granny. I will see you Saturday.” 

Now, the smart thing would’ve been to call over the house chef and have her prepare the birthday cake. At least then, it would be void of any errors. But this was strictly a Lorenzano family recipe and the last thing you wanted to do was to disrespect Ms Lorenzano and immediately give it to the house chef. So, you figured you’d give it your best go. At least then it would be sentimental. 

Maxwell was a fussy eater, only eating the most delicious and well presented foods. You weren’t sure if he’d even step a foot near this cake. As you stirred together the ingredients, something wasn’t right. It was lumpy and bubbling and -- no matter what, you just couldn’t seem to fix it. You called Alistair in, who had been colouring in a family portrait he’d drawn, to take a look, but of course, he didn’t know any better.

When the cake came out the oven, it was lop-sided and slightly burned. You figured it would be okay if you just covered it in the vanilla frosting and placed the sliced strawberries intricately on the top. But no. Luck wasn’t on your side today. The strawberries slipped off and the icing was uneven. At least you managed to put the cake on one of the fancy ‘special occasion’ plates. You could just tell Maxwell that it was made with love.

Ali helped you decorate downstairs, which proved to be a challenge. The rooms in Lord manor were extensively sized and tall, but you did your best. 

“Ali, I’m going to quickly get changed okay? Would you do me a favour and bring down your dad’s presents from upstairs? You could place them on the dining room table.”

Alistair nodded obediently and did as he was told. You went up to yours and Maxwell’s shared closet and looked around, trying to decide on what exactly you should wear. You opted on a beautiful, fitted champagne coloured dress that glittered in the artificial lighting. It was one of your favourite gowns and you had worn it last summer at one of Black Gold Cooperative’s charity fundraising events. You knew how much Maxwell loved it too. If Alistair was dressed in his father’s bow-tie, and Maxwell always looked presentable, there was no reason you couldn’t make an effort to look good too. Besides, you didn’t know how long you’d have left before you wouldn’t be able to fit into these dresses anymore.

You didn’t have long before Maxwell was due to finish work. You quickly style your hair and adjust your makeup, before padding downstairs and into the dining room. Just like you had requested, all of Maxwell’s presents were neatly piled on top of the table, courtesy of Alistair.

“He’ll be home any second Ali,” you said, handing Alistair a party popper and adjusting the cone shaped party hat on his head. Alistair was absolutely beaming, his big brown eyes twinkling like starlight as he anticipated his father coming home from work. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” Alistair grinned.

“Okay. Good. Let’s go find a place to hide.”

Ducking down behind the stack of gifts, you waited for about five minutes in silence, until you heard the front door unlock. Alistair squeaked excitedly, hearing his dad come home and you bit your lip, quietly shushing him but unable to contain your own smile.

Maxwell was surprised when he came home. He wasn’t greeted like he expected to be. Normally, every evening after his shift, you and Ali would run into his arms and envelope him into a hug. The lack of running and hugs concerned Maxwell. The house was dead quiet, and he even found himself wondering if either of you were home. 

When he padded into the dining room and switched on the light, you and Ali jumped out and screamed in unison; “Happy birthday!”

Maxwell froze, his jaw dropping open and his eyes going comically wide. He was presented with an abundance of gifts, a decorated dining room, his son and girlfriend all dressed up, and a questionable looking cake with a wax candle stuck in the top. You and Alistair ran into Maxwell’s arms and hugged him tight.

“Daddy! Daddy! It’s your birthday! Look! We planned a surprise tea party all by ourselves!” Alistar squealed, tugging on his father’s arm.

“I- I- wow!” Maxwell gasped, genuinely speechless. You bit your lip and swayed your hips as you lovingly gazed into his brown eyes. You didn’t know what it was, maybe the fact the whole day was leading up to this moment, or perhaps just an imbalance with your hormones, but you had missed him so much. Just seeing him again made you want to weep in his strong arms. You loved him so much.

“Happy birthday.” you whispered, raising your hand to cup his face. He nudged his nose against yours and you kissed him sweetly. 

“You did all of this for me?” He asked after reluctantly pulling away, still in genuine shock.

“It was Ali’s idea.” you replied, letting your body lean against his. You rest your head into his chest so much so that you could hear the rhythm of his heartbeat.

“You look… breathtaking, darling.” Maxwell hummed, his hand resting on the small of your back.

“Come sit down,” you said, taking his hand and guiding him over to the dining room table. “You have all these presents, and we have cake and music…” 

“The cake…” Maxwell pointed and quirking an eyebrow. “Is that… it can’t be…”

“It is, I called your mom for the recipe.” You confirmed with a nervous smile. 

“I-- don’t believe it. I haven’t had this cake since--”

“I know. Again it was Ali’s idea,” you informed him. Alistair looked bashfully proud as he anticipated the cake cutting. “I know it doesn’t look the best…”

“Are you kidding?” Maxwell asked, cutting you off. “This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Would you like to try some?”

“Would I like to try some?” Maxwell repeated incredulously. “Of course!”

You lit the candle and held hands with Alistair and Max as the two of you sang happy birthday. As Maxwell blew out the candle, you told him to make a wish.

“I don’t need to wish for anything. I already have everything I could ever want. Right here.”

Maxwell got a variety of miscellaneous gifts for his birthday. A porcelain statue of a dog, a small desk flag with his company logo on it, a basket filled with biotin supplements, and of course the artwork that Alistair had created earlier in the day. It was a beautiful crayon illustration of you, Max, Ali, and of course your cat, Lady Lord. Maxwell promised to frame it and put it on his desk at work. Little did he realise though, the best gift was yet to come.

Once Alistair was tucked into bed, you and Maxwell decided to settle down and have an early night. All the eating and dancing had exhausted you both. 

“Thank you for today,” Maxwell mumbled, pulling the zipper down your dress. His warm breath fanned over the shell of your ear and you immediately felt butterflies in your stomach. “Why don’t we go to bed, hm?” he asked, peppering kisses down your neck and along your shoulders. 

You knew what he was hinting at, and you wanted it too. Of course you wanted it too. But there was something you had to deal with first. You were so nervous but you knew it was now or never.

“I didn’t give you your birthday present.” you announced, turning around to look your boyfriend in the eye.

“Wh-- what do you mean? You didn’t need to get me anything. This was enough. You-- you, my love, are enough.”

You smiled, rubbing his bicep and finding yourself once again getting lost in his eyes. You took a deep breath and pulled him into the en-suite bathroom. Although confused, Max didn’t say a word, and instead, he watched you in silence as you unlocked the drawer under the sink. It was where you usually kept your cosmetics, but Max’s gift had been waiting in there for the past week, wrapped up in tissue. You took it out and handed him it.

You anxiously watched as he unravelled the tissue, only to be presented with a positive pregnancy test. Your positive pregnancy test. His eyebrows knotted together and you watched his Adam's apple bop in his throat as he swallowed. But then, only seconds later, his face softened and his eyes became glazed with unshed tears. “You’re… we’re…”

“We’re pregnant, Max.” you confessed, confirming his thoughts.

Maxwell choked up and wrapped his strong arms tight around you, squeezing you hard. “Oh my God, we’re really pregnant?”

“Mhm.” you giggled, as Maxwell pulled away and cupped your cheeks with his hand. He kissed you passionately and when he pulled away, his grin was ecstatic.  

“How long have you known?” He quizzed.

“A week.” you admitted.

“A week?!”

You swatted his arm playfully and shushed him. 

“I wanted it to be a surprise. We have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow, to confirm it and everything. But with the sickness and… I can feel it, you know?” You took his hand and placed it against your stomach. “I can really feel it.”

“I love you so much,” Maxwell smiled. “I love you so, so much.”

“Happy birthday my dear.” you replied, guiding him back over to the bed. “I love you too.”

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Tᕼᗴ ᑕᕼᗩOTIᑕ ᗩᑎᘜᗴᒪ

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6)

Chapter 3: Au Revoir Gotham My True Home

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Marinette explained what happened and that she didn't mean to cause trouble, she didn't know why the bats were looking for her (author to audience... it's because she looks like one of his bat kids gone rouge.) When she asked how they knew the Bat was looking for her, she found out that Selina was actually dating the Bat... So Marinette was very surprised at that, her family talked about it and a few days after her birthday she'll be going to Paris, France with Selina to be with a family friend of hers. Marinette was now really thinking she was cursed, but she made sure to take it in stride and spend as much time with her friends and family as possible.

"Doan wawhry suguh, we'll make sure tuh visit as much as possible, yuh can even visit us durin' summuh and wintuh break." - Harley held back the tears as she hugged Marinette, Bud, Lou, Ivy, Selina, Ed and even Frank joined in on it.

……… ………

Marinette was out with her friends still not sure how to tell them, she started with the obvious.

"Sooo... tomorrow I turn 10... the double digits." - Marinette

"Soon you'll be one of us!" - Garfield gave Marinette a side hug with a big smile, god he made it harder to tell them

"So what do you want to do? We can celebrate, tomorrow and the day after that, and the day after that, heck we can celebrate for the whole week while we're at it!" - Garfield

Rachel noticed the sad smile Marinette had as Garfield continued talking.

"Is there something you need to tell us?" - Rachel's words stoped Garfield in his tracks, he then looked at a slightly teary Marinette, and he felt a slight tinge of pain in his chest.

"I- um, I'm moving this Saturday... I'm sorry I really don't want to, but- *hic* I-" - Marinette was cut off by Garfield giving her a hug, he rubbed small circles on her back as she let out a few sobs. Rachel patting her shoulder to try and comfort her.

After they were like that for a few minutes, they decided to get ice cream

……… ……… ………

"I'm sorry." - Marinette eating her chocolate chip ice cream

"It's not your fault Mari, besides, we can officially say we have a pen pal in Paris." - Garfield with his chocolate mint ice cream trying to lighten the mood, managed to get a chuckle out of Marinette.

"We can still video call, or text you. And your parents said you can visit on summer and winter break." - Rachel just starting her strawberry ice cream

"But what if I need a friend to talk to when I can't sleep? Or if I need a movie buddy? Or gaming buddy?" - Marinette

"There are online multiplayer games we can play you know." - Rachel

"Yeah, and I'm sure you'll make friends over there really quickly, I mean you already know a few other languages, including French, so there isn't any communication problems." - Garfield

"I wish you guys could come with me..." - Marinette almost done with her ice cream

"... Didn't you say you always wanted a hamster, maybe one that's unique, like a the rare Green Gotham Hamster?" - Garfield with a mischievous grin

"Selina's family friends own a bakery, so no pets allowed. Sorry Rare Green Gotham Hamster, I'm afraid you're staying native to Gotham." - Marinette said patting his shoulder.

"Wait they own a bakery?! As in you can be on a sugar high 24/7?! Take me with you!!" - Garfield

……… ……… ………

Soon it was time for them to go home, when Marinette got home, she continued packing what she would need, making sure that her Siren plushies where safely secure, and then went to eat dinner.

The next day she made sure to get up early, Garfield and Rachel knew where she lived, and wanted to make sure everything was ready for them, setting up the games they would play into the night, and the movies they would watch after that.

She then went to the Gardens to greet her Mom and the plants, doing the usual routine of checking all the plants, complimenting and watering them. During which a sleepy Harley walked over giving Ivy and Marinette a morning kiss before going to make her coffee.

At breakfast she didn't see her Aunt yet, she assumed she was robbing someone rich again.

……… Over to Catwoman ………

"Come ta mama." - Catwoman mumbled as she used her claws to cut the glass surrounding an old elegant purple sapphire that belonged to one of Gotham's founding fathers' wives.

……… Back to Marinette ………

About an hour after breakfast Garfield and Rachel came over, holding Marinettes' rapped presents, they started the day off with trivia games, which they called the MIQ (which can mean either Marinette Isley-Quinzel or in this case Memory Intelligence Quiz) which Marinette and Rachel came to a tie followed by Ivy, then Harley, and Garfield. They then moved on to board games, Marinette decided to play The Game of Life rather than Monopoly (because lets be honest, who has ever finished that game in the time of a signle day? An extreme speedrunner... maybe.) while the adults got the cake ready. Surprisingly Garfield won, he got the acting career, a sports car, a nice old fashioned mid modern house, a wife, and 3 kids... Marinette got the fashion designer career, got a motorcycle, and a small, but nice victorian house, a husband, and one kid... and Rachel got the scientist career (because science is just simplified mortal magic), a delorean car (and even said "Since science is magic I can make it fly, so technically, I don't need roads where I'm going."), a modern cabin in the woods, single (she didn't want a significant other to interrupt her magic science) and got a pet bird.

Once Selina and Ed came over, they began the party, playing games like DDR, Ultimate Mecha Strike 2, and Racing games.

When it came time for Marinette to blow out her candles, she wished that everything would be okay, and that she will be able to come back to Gotham permanently, and blew them out.

She then got to open her presents, she started with Harley's, and got a custom baseball bat that was a dark steel blue, with a light grey handle grip, and it had the words "Quinn For Da Win" on it, putting a smile on her face, when she opened Ivy's gift she got seeds of her favorite flowers to plant over in Paris. She then opened her Uncle Ed's gift, which was a small watch that had special A.I., it had a cover over the inside screen that would flip open to reveal another screen. The cover was silver with a blue question mark, and when it opened, it showed the time, and the location you where in, it could also act as a GPS, and a phone (it could even play music AND had an incredible battery life span). She then moved on to her Aunt Selina's gift, finding a small purple sapphire in the shape of a cat paw, surrounded in silver. She then opened Rachel's gift, it was a travel mug that said "Coffee lives in my veins." (Marinette started drinking coffee recently) which made Marinette laugh, and then she got to Garfield's gift. When she opened it, she found a handmade charm bracelet, it had animals that she really liked around it, and there was one that was a small tiger, with it's eyes and nose having a light green peridot stone, to represent the first day they met. She put the bracelet on her right rist and thanked Garfield for it, and gave everyone a big hug.

She spent the rest of the day playing with her friends, having a wonderful time, and getting a massive sugar rush from all the cake they had. When it came time for dinner they were running low on energy, but were back to normal after Harley snuck some coffee into their food... The only thoughts that went through Garfield and Rachel's minds where "That's why Mari drinks this stuff..."

After dinner they played all kinds of video games, and ended it by watching Back To The Future. They fell asleep some time after 2am.

……… ……… …….

The next morning they all had breakfast and then spent the day playing parkour tag over roofs and playing I spy games. And at the end of the day Marinette gave her friends a big hug, before heading back home. She spent her time with her moms, Uncle, and Frank, playing more boardgames and discussing what she should do to make friends...

"Just be yawhself, we love yuh fawh who yuh are, and I'm sure everyone in Paris will love yuh too... if dey doan, den dey most likely have a massive defective reject of a brain." - Was Harley's opinion

"Riddle the f-ck out of their brain, if they can solve all of them, and like you for you, then they are worthy." - Which was Ed's opinion

"Use a chemical based compound from the magnolia flower, combined with three tulip petals, one rose petal, and pollen from a lilac to create a befriending potion." - Ivy's words made everyone silent before Ed spoke up

"... Harley if you're being mind controlled blink." - Ed deadpaned, which had Marinette cackling

"I'm not bein' mind controlled, also yuh nawhmally say ‘blink once or twice’ not just ‘blink’ I could blink at any random interval and yuh woun't know what tuh tink, and here I thoughtcha were a genius." - Harley with her head on Ivy's lap as Marinette starts wheezing.

"I think y'all broke her." - Frank just pointed to Marinette as she was still cackling and wheezing while in the fetal position.

That's when Selina walked in...

"What the hell did you guys do to Kitten?!" - Selina dropping the bags she got from some high end shop, and after they made sure Marinette was still alive they continued their game... and Marinette may have actually written the list of ingredients for that position, but only as a last resort. When it was time for them to sleep Marinette spent the night with her moms, like she use to when she was 4.

She got up early to make sure everything was ready, she had her sketch book in her backpack, as well as some pencils, ear buds, snacks and a picture of her with her family and friends. She decided to wear her new watch and charm bracelet as she finished checking her bag, she then went into the garden to say goodbye to all the plants, and to give Bud, Lou and Frank one last goodbye. She had about 3 hours before her and her Aunt were to head to the airport, and she spent that time with her moms, almost never leaving their side.

……… ……… …….

As the plane took off she looked out the airplane window, saying goodbye to Gotham, until her next visit home....

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Chapter 3 complete, also just in case I didn't describe her B-day gifts good enough, here's what they look like (꒪꒳꒪)

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My Everything - Part Ten

A Take it Slow Sequel

What happens with Harry and Y/N after he proposes? How will the two navigate the engaged life while also continuing to juggle their jobs, friends, and families? Let’s find out.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut! 6K

Masterpost

You and Harry let Buster sleep in the bed with you that night since you’d be away from him for so long. Niall drove you both to the airport the next morning. You were beyond excited for this trip. You and Harry were pros at flying together at this point. He knew to keep an arm around you while you slept, and he’d keep his head rested on yours.

When you get off the plane you each head into the bathroom to change into some lighter clothes. You brought a light green pair of shorts and a white tank top to wear, and Harry changed into a pair of light blue shorts with a black t-shirt. You both looked very ready for Florida.

“I can’t wait for you to bust out your real Florida clothes.” You giggle. “You know the ones that make you look like a grandpa in Miami?”

“Oh baby, I brought all that shit.” He winks. He reaches into his carry on and hands you your fast pass band. “We need ‘em when we get in line for the buses.”

You both navigate through the Orlando airport, and wait for the bus to your resort. You get on and about halfway through the ride you go into the Disney app to see if your room is ready.

“Oh look! Floor four, room 3000.” You show Harry your phone. “But our luggage most likely won’t be there until later tonight.”

“S’alright, we can at least stick our backpacks in the room for now.”

You hum your response. The two of you were in awe of the resort. You were able to use your wristbands to unlock the door, you didn’t even need to go to the desk in the lobby to check in. There was a note on the little table in the room.

“Listen to this!” You exclaim, and he turns to look at you. “Congratulations on your recent partnership, we thank you for wanting to celebrate your honeymoon with us. Let us know how we can make this experience even more magical for you.”

“That’s cute.” He pouts.

The two of you walk the grounds of the resort just to get familiar with where the pool and restaurants are.

“Alright, so we’re doin’ EPCOT this afternoon?” He asks.

“Mhm, look that’s where all the shuttles come.”

It takes a few minutes to actually get into the park, but once you do you couldn’t be more thrilled. They give you and Harry buttons that say “Just Married” on them for you to wear. You use your Fast Pass to go on Spaceship Earth first. You were mostly excited to get to the World’s Fair so you could eat a ton of the different food.

You and Harry have a lot of fun in Mexico, and go on the Donald Duck ride. You take lots of selfies as you go around from country to country. You ended up eating at a French restaurant that night and it was delicious. You both stayed in the park to see the fireworks and it was beautiful. Harry had his arms wrapped around you, chin resting on your head.

By the time you got back to your room, you were pooped. You both do your nightly routine and climb into bed.

“Oh my god, this is beyond comfortable.” You say.

“What’s on the itinerary tomorrow, sweetheart?”

“We are spending the day at Magic Kingdom. Our first Fast Pass is at Space Mountain. Once we use all three we can add more. Our reservation is at like 9AM, so we’ll have time for breakfast here.”

“It’s gonna be really sunny tomorrow, we’ll need sunscreen and all that.”

“We can also take a break in the afternoon if we feel like coming back for a swim before going back in for dinner. We’re eating in Disney Springs tomorrow.”

“Great first day, hm?”

“It was perfect.” You kiss goodnight and slowly drift off after getting comfortable.

//

“Are you sure you’re okay with goin’ on this ride? You hate roller coasters.” Harry says to you as you’re in line for Space Mountain.

“I think I’ll be okay. Oh shit…we can’t sit together?”

“It’s a single rider, you wanna go behind me?”

“Yeah.”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh during the ride when he heard you scream and then start to laugh like you always did.

“I did pretty well.”

“You did, I’m very proud of you.” He kisses your hairline. “What’s next?”

“We are meeting Princess Ariel.” You beam. “She’s my favorite.”

“Sounds good to me. Gives us a chance to really walk through the park.”

There was even more wonderful food to snack on at Magic Kingdom. You both were just having an amazing time. The weather was beautiful and you had no cares in the world. Over the next few days you did everything in the Disney book. You had dinner in Belle’s Castle, you screamed your head off on the Tower of Terror, and opted to let Harry go on the Rockin’ Roller Coaster alone. You took a ton of pictures, especially in front of Cinderella’s Castle. You also tried every Dole Whip you could find in each park. The only thing was that most nights by the time you’d finally get back to your room, you both would be too tired to be intimate. And then in the morning, you’d have to get up, eat breakfast and get to the park. It was an amazing four days, but you were excited to head to Fort Meyers.

//

Harry rented a car for the two of you, and to the West Coast you went.

“God, that was so much fun, I already wanna plan our next trip.” You laugh. “I think Sarah had the right idea about a group trip.”

“Oh, definitely. We could all stay on resort, drink around the world, it would be great.”

“Maybe in a few years, yeah? It took so long to save up and pay off.”

“I agree, this is something you do once in a while. Thanks for takin’ care of most of the plannin’ for it.” He rubs your thigh. “Wait until you see the place we’re headed, you’ll love it.”

“I’m very excited.” You check your phone. “I was hoping Mariah would have sent us some photos…”

“She said she wants it all to be a big surprise. She’s working on making us a book and all that. Just be patient, baby. Then we can take our time goin’ through all of it.”

“You’re right. Plus, now we can go through all the pictures we just took. The one of you and Goofy has got to be my favorite.”

“I liked the ones you took with Woody and Bo Peep, that was hilarious.”

“Should we stop off at a grocery store before going to the house just to get what we need for the next few days?”

“Good idea, I don’t see us leavin’ too much.” He smirks.

“You know…and I don’t want this to kill the vibe at all…but the day we come back our flight is in the late afternoon, and we’re only an hour from Nannie. I was wondering if maybe she could come have breakfast with us?”

“On the last morning? Sure.” He shrugs. “She won’t mind takin’ the drive?”

“Nah, plus, she’d bring a friend with her. Thanks, I just feel guilty being in Florida and not seeing her, even though we just saw her.”

“No, I get it. I’d wanna spend time with her too.” He smiles. “She was so cute when she danced with me at the wedding.”

“She couldn’t wait to get her hands on you.” You laugh and put your hand over his. “Neither can I. Oh! Seth just texted a picture of Buster, our little baby boy.” You pout and show Harry quick. You can’t help but start laughing.

“What?”

“Nothing, I just…sometimes I think back, and like, did you ever think Seth would be one of your best friends?”

“No.” Harry laughs. “He really is a great guy, I’m glad he’s in my life.”

“I think he wants to marry Isaac, they could be next out of all our friends.”

“I wanna know what the fuckin’ hold up with Niall and Sarah is. I feel like something’s comin’ soon with them, but I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Sarah’s looking at new schools to work at…she, uh, really wants to get in at a prep school. They may start looking at houses soon.”

“Yeah, Niall mentioned something about that. He really likes living in the city, it would suck to commute like that.”

“I know.” You sigh. “They have a lot to consider. At least Rach and Mariah seem to be staying in the city for a bit longer.”

“I think Mariah wants to have a baby soon too.”

“Oh really?!” You squeal.

“Yeah, she’s mentioned it a couple of times. They haven’t talked about it much, but she wants to be the one to get pregnant and carry it if they do.” Harry chuckles. “Isaac even offered up his sperm.”

“Aw, what a sweetie.” You giggle.

You and Harry go grocery shopping quickly before getting to the house he rented.

“Oh my god.” You gasp as he pulls up.

“The boat’s already at the dock out back too. Got my license online and everything. We’ll be able to go out and enjoy a few rides.”

“Oh, I can’t wait, babe.” You get everything into the house and go outside. “Wow, this is really private.”

“Mhm, we can screw out here and no one would know.”

“Oh, stop it.” You swat a hand at him. You walk down further and feel the sand between your toes. “I can’t wait to swim. The boat is perfect too, honey, well done.”

“Wanna explore the inside?”

“Definitely.”

You both go back in. It was a simple ranch style home, but it was beautiful. The master bedroom was ginormous and it had a giant en suite. The kitchen was open concept and flowed naturally into a living and eating area. There was a nice patio out back as well.

“It’s perfect, Harry. Thank you.” You wrap your arms around his neck. “So…I spoke with Dr. Mara a few weeks ago, and I didn’t say anything to you, but I switched medications.”

“You did?” He steps back from you. “Seems like an odd thing not to tell me, Y/N.”

“I know, we just had a lot going on. I…wanted to be able to have alcohol for this part of our honeymoon. It was really hard not to get anything in Disney, especially while you were trying a bunch of stuff, but I was afraid of going overboard too soon. I want us to be able to be romantic and have wine and just really enjoy this part of things. Anyways, the new medication I’m on allows me to have alcohol in small amounts.”

“So that’s why you were so adamant about getting wine at the store.” He says in understanding.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I wanted to see how my mood changed and all that.”

“I literally didn’t notice a difference.”

“I know! So it’s doing its job.”

You both were feeling a bit nervous since you wanted this all to be special.

“Okay, what do you say we put our suits on, and head to the boat. We can bring some of the snacks we just bought and just have some fun on the water.”

“I think that’s a great idea.” You smile.

You put on a cute light blue two piece, and Harry had his yellow trunks. You pack up some snacks and water. You both lather each other with sunscreen, and go down to the boat. Harry uses a map so he knows where he can go. There was a sandbar that the owners of the house told him about.

“There! Where the other boats are parked.” You point out to him. “How do you even know how to do drive this thing?”

“I’ve driven a boat before.” He scoffs. “Have you met me? I’m good at everything anyways.”

You roll your eyes and nudge him. He parks the boat and throws the anchor. You open the bag of baby carrots and pop a couple into your mouth.

“Should we swim? It’s fuckin’ hot out.”

“You’re just full of great ideas today.”

You both get in the water and swim around. You splash and giggle and just have a great time. You both sit out and get some sun as well. Eventually, you go back to the house and Harry grills some veggie burgers for the two of you. As the sun sets, you both change into some warmer clothes, and he gets a fire started in the pit. He grabs some sticks and you get some marshmallows.

“What do you say, want some wine?” You ask.

“Mhm, if you do.”

“I do…I should probably stick to one glass so I don’t get fucked up.” You laugh.

You sit together outside and roast your marshmallows. You clink your glasses and enjoy the sweet red wine.

“Mm, I forgot how good wine tasted.” You giggle.

Harry’s arm was around you. He set his glass on the ground, and tilts your chin up to look at him. He presses his lips to yours and swipes his tongue along your bottom lip. He pulls away and smiles.

“I agree, very sweet.” He leans back and kisses you again. “Is it helpin’ yeh relax at all? I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“It’s helping, yeah. I know there’s no pressure, I’ll either come back pregnant or I won’t. It could stake a few tries, and that’s fine. This is all just so romantic, I want it so badly.”

“Me too, and when it’s meant to it will.” He assures you.

You both finish your glasses, and it definitely hit you. Your tolerance had gotten really low. You both clean everything up and head inside.

“That was a nice fire.” You wrap your arms around his neck and his go around your waist.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” You get on your tip toes and kiss him.

He walks you into the bedroom and you both fall onto the bed. He gets you far back so your head can rest on the soft pillows.

“You looked so sexy in your swim suit today.” He kisses on your neck and you giggle. “I wanted to take it off with my teeth.”

“Aw, why didn’t you?” You pout. “Tomorrow I’ll put it on just so you can take it off that exact way.” He grinds his hips down against yours and you groan. “Knew you’d like that.”

“I’d love it.” He growls as his hands slide up under your shirt. Your hips buck up towards his. “Tell me what you want, angel.” His eyes were locked on yours now.

“I want to make a baby with you.” You say just above a whisper.

“Fuck.” He says under his breath.

He lifts your shirt off you and practically rips your bra away. He pulls his own shirt off and attaches his lips to your right nipple. Your hand tugs at his hair as he sucks on you. His other hand kneads your left breast. He moves to start kissing down your body, sucking wherever he pleases, leaving behind all of the marks he wants. Your body felt hot all over with every touch he left behind. He tugs your shorts and underwear off, and he licks his lips as you open your legs for him.

“We’re gonna take our time, okay? We have nowhere to be, so we’re in no rush.” He says, planting kissing on your inner thigh.

“Okay. I want this to be really good for both of us, it’s not just about me.”

“Tonight it is, but we have three more nights here after tonight, don’t you worry.”

You gasp when you feel his tongue lick through your folds and up to your clit. He does this a few times just enjoying the way you taste. His hands spread you further apart as he swirls his tongue around your clit. Your hands grip at the roots of his curls. He works two fingers inside you slowly, and it makes your head spin. He was really feeling around, he knew the territory well, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t still occasionally explore. Plus, he knew you liked the way his fingers would stretch you out.

He nibbles and sucks on your clit as his fingers curl up against that spongey spot. You grind against him and let out soft whimpers. He was giving you exactly what you needed. He knew you were under a lot of pressure. Erica had been trying to get pregnant ever since her wedding, and she had a lot of trouble. She was only three and a half years older than you, and you weren’t sure if you’d run into the same issues.

“Oh fuck, oh my god, shit.” You were panting as his fingers picked up the pace. “Harry, oh my god!” Your head rolls back further into the pillow as you release onto his fingers. He retracts them slowly and sucks them into his mouth. “Get your pants off, now.”

He smirks and gets the rest of his clothes off. He hovers over you as you grip him in your hand. You drag his tip against your clit and folds, almost teasing yourself.

“God, I can’t wait to really feel you again, it’s been way too long.”

“I can’t wait to feel your come inside me again.” You line him up with you and he slowly starts to push in.

You both moan out once he’s all the way in. You clench around him, never wanting him to leave.

“If you do that m’not gonna be able to last long.”

“I’m sorry, you just feel incredible already.”

He smooths your hair away from your forehead and kisses it. He kisses your nose next, and then slots his mouth over yours as he rocks in and out of you. You wrap your legs around his waist and drag your nails down his back as his tongue molds to yours.

You were both sweating even with the A.C. on. It was pooling between your stomachs, but neither of you cared. You both were so caught up in just feeling good. He hooks an arm under one of your legs and drive in a little deeper. It hits just the right spot, and your nails sink into his ass.

“Right there, Harry, fuck.”

He sponges kisses to your neck and bites down on you. You lose it at that and he feels you come around his cock. He drops your leg and pulls out. He grabs your hips and flips you over. He spreads you apart with his thumbs and slides back in. One of his hands grips the back of your neck while the other presses into your hip. You loved this part. Sometimes harry would start out so sweet, make sure you came a couple of times, and then he’d get a little rough.

“How’s this?” He grunts.

“So good, so fucking good, rail me babe.”

He thrusts in and out of you faster and faster, but then he slows down. He pulls out of you again and flips you back on your back.

“What’s wrong?” You out.

“Nothing.” He slides back in. “I just wanna be able to see your face, that’s all.”

You smile at each other as he thrusts in and out of you again. His tip brushes against your g-spot so you grip onto his biceps to relieve some of the pressure building. You groan when you feel his muscles flex.

“Harry, please, I want you to come.”

“You do?” He grunts.

“Yes, please, I want us to come at the same time.”

He strokes your cheek and leans down to give you a kiss as his movements get sloppier. You can’t hold on much longer, but it doesn’t matter because the second you feel his warm come paint your walls, you release again. He moans your name as he continues to fill you up. You clench around him while he slowly pulls out so you don’t lose a single drop.

“You might wanna sit with your legs up for a few minutes, angel.”

You clamp your thighs together the second he’s out. He helps you shift and turn around so you can rest your legs up against the headboard. He sits next to you and looks down at your flushed face.

“How long do you think I should stay like this?” You giggle.

“Don’t know.” He shrugs. “Five minutes maybe?” You reach your hand out and rest it on his thigh.

“That was really nice. I feel like we haven’t been close like that in a long time.”

“I know.” He rests his hand on yours. “Things got really hectic, huh?”

“Mhm.”

You both slept really well that night. The next morning, Harry fucked you in the shower, and then again while you were trying to make breakfast. You had promised him he could take your swim suit off with his teeth, after all. You both enjoyed the sun and sand on your little private beach.

“I’m gonna dip my feet in the water.” You tell him and he hums his response, not looking up from his book.

Harry stretches and sets his book down. He tips his sunglasses down his nose to properly watch you strut down to the water. As you walk back you notice him looking at you. He makes a “come here” motion with his index finger. You giggle and go over to him, straddling him in the long beach chair.

“You’re hard.” You say into his neck.

“Mhm, can’t help it. My wife is just so sexy.” He grips your hips tightly.

“I could say the same about my husband.”

He reaches between the two of you and moves your bathing suit bottom to the side to rub your slit. His fingers easily slip inside you and you bite down on his neck.

“Can I fuck you our here?” He grumbles as his fingers work your insides.

“Yes.” You breathe.

Your hands roam down his stomach to the top of his swim suit. You pull out his hard cock and line it up with your center. He takes his fingers out of you so you can slip him in. It was the middle day, you two were out in broad daylight, and you were fucking in the open air. Normally you wouldn’t do something like this, but you really did have a lot of privacy.

He rocks you up and down on his cock. You prayed the chair underneath you wouldn’t break. He gets a little frustrated, so he picks you up and lays you on the towel you had laid out between your chairs. You giggle as he puts your legs over his shoulders.

“Tell me this isn’t more comfortable?”

“It is, you’re just cute.”

“Can’t get enough of yeh.”

He sucks on your neck in multiple spots, really making a mess of you. Your bathing suit top loosens from the way your breasts are bouncing up and down and he nearly comes at the sight. He grabs the front of it and rips it away. He dips his head down as he drops your legs to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. You rub your clit as he does all of this and you start moaning out a little louder. He loved when you both would work together like this. He comes inside you just as you release.

After Harry goes inside to grab some waters, he sees you still laying on your back, spraying some sunscreen on your chest.

“What are you doin’?” He chuckles, handing you a water.

“When do I ever get the chance to just openly tan my entire chest? I’m taking advantage of the privacy.”

That night for dinner, you pack up some sandwiches, and harry takes you for a boat ride. You end up giving him a much deserved blow job. The rest of your trip was just sort of like this. The two of you making love any time you felt like it. There was one day you didn’t even really leave the bedroom, you could barely walk by the time you needed to meet your Nannie for breakfast before you caught your plane home. Needless to say, Harry wore you out in hopes of getting you pregnant, and you didn’t mind one bit.

//

Isaac and Seth had dropped Buster off before you got home so he’d be there waiting for you. You drop to your knees and let him lick your face when you see him.

“My baby! Mummy missed you soooo much!” Harry joins you on the floor with him and hugs him. “Daddy did too.”

“Should we, uh, buy some tests tomorrow?” He asks, petting his boy.

“Yeah, we could. I don’t know how soon you can tell though. We might have to wait a couple of weeks.”

“True, might not be a bad idea to just stock up on ‘em.”

“I’ll go to the drug store tomorrow after work.”

“Ugh, work.” He gets up and helps you to your feet. “Not lookin’ forward to that.”

“Me neither.” You sigh.

“Well, I shouldn’t say that, I just wish we could stay like this.”

“I know what you mean. If I could relive the last two weeks over and over, I would.” You walk over to the living room and gasp when you see the photo album sitting on the coffee table. “Harry, look!” You squeal.

You both sit down and snuggle up with the album. You both get glossy eyed when you look over everything. Mariah did an incredible job, not that either of you were worried.

“Your dress really was stunning, baby.”

“So was your suit.”

You look at each other. It didn’t take long until you were both naked and fucking on the couch.

//

“Look at how beautiful the castle was at night.” You were showing Niall a ton of your photos.

“The lights look incredible. Sarah’s been talkin’ about going now, I think you put a bug in her ear.” He chuckles.

“You two should definitely go! She loves the princesses and all that.”

“Believe me, I know. We were thinkin’ of going at the end of this summer.”

“Oh?!” You smile.

“Yeah, I, uh…well…” He takes his phone out and shows you a picture of a ring and you gasp. “Do you think she’ll like it?”

“Oh my god, she’s going to love it!” You hug him. “And she’d love a Disney proposal, are you kidding me?”

“She won’t think it’s cheesy?”

“No! She’ll die, oh my goodness.” You hug him again. “This is wild, we’re all so adult.”

“Well, I figured if we’re gonna buy a house together, I might as well put a ring on it before her dad kills me.” He jokes.

“What towns have you guys been looking in?”

“Right now, just the Milton area. We don’t wanna be too far from the city since I don’t plan on lookin’ for a new job any time soon.”

“It’ll be weird not having you across the street, but I understand wanting a home.”

“Do you think you and Harry will start lookin’ for a house?”

“Not anytime soon. We like living in the city.” You shrug.

“What about when you start havin’ kids?”

“Our apartment can handle a child. If we have more, which we probably will, then I’m sure we’ll need to move. But for now we can stay where we are. I’m kind of nervous. Erica’s been having trouble getting pregnant, and…”

“Hey.” He puts his hand on your shoulder. “It’ll happen when it happens, okay?” He smiles reassuringly.

//

When your period came, Harry seemed more upset than you.

“I guess I just don’t understand how it all works.” He sighs.

“We knew this could happen, we’ll just have to try again when I’m ovulating next.” You give his hand a squeeze and smile. “We need to try not to think about it as much. A lot of people conceive when they’re least expecting it.”

“I know, you’re right.” He kisses your cheek. “We’ll get there.”

//

Two more months had gone by, and you still hadn’t gotten pregnant. Harry was getting ready to take you away for your birthday. Just a simple weekend at a spa to relax. Your summer had gotten sort of stressful. You had gotten hired as a TL at your old college to teach a class online for the summer. It was going really well, and the class was just about over. Your passion for teaching students about media was growing stronger.

This meant, though, many of your nights had been long. You would often stay in your office after hours to get some grading and other work done. Harry hated it, of course. The stress couldn’t have been helping. It was nearly 7PM, and the office was empty. You just needed to get through some emails from your students and then you could go home to start your much needed long weekend for your twenty-seventh birthday.

There was a knock on the outside of your door. It was Harry with a bouquet of flowers. You look up and smile.

“What are you doing here?”

“Thought we could go to dinner. Dropped Buster off with Niall and Sarah.”

“God, I’m gonna miss them when they’re not right across the street.” You frown. “But I’m happy their offer got accepted.”

“Me too. And what great timing that they’re headed to Disney soon too. They can relax from all the stress they’ve been under. I’m glad they’ve gone through it first, to be honest.” He closes the door behind him and locks it.

“No one’s here, you could’ve left that open.”

“Eh, force of habit.” He shrugs.

You stand up to give him a hug. He looks you up and down. You had a red, short sleeve blouse on paired with a black pencil skirt.

“These flowers are beautiful, thank you.”

“Happy almost birthday, my love.” He cups your cheek with one hand and kisses you.

“I just need to finish up some emails and then we can go.”

You sit back down and he comes around to stand behind you. He starts rubbing your shoulders just as you begin typing. Your fingers stop and your eyes flutter closed. Harry would always be your favorite masseuse.

“You look good enough to eat, you know that right?” He whispers in your ear, sending a shiver up your spine.

You send your last email and turn your monitor off. He spins you around in your chair so you’re facing him. You look up at him through your lashes. For years you had told Harry you’d never have sex in your office. But you were ovulating and extremely turned on.

“So why not have your appetizer here then?”

His eyebrows shoot up. He was expecting you to say no or to tell him anything other than what you just said. His hands drag up from your knees to your thighs, bunching up your skirt to your hips. He grips your panties and takes them off of you. He drops to his knees and puts your legs over his shoulders, pulling you closer to the edge of your seat. His tongue was on you in seconds, but he takes it away just as quickly. He nips at your inner thigh, sucking a very dark mark into your skin.

“Fuck.” You breathe as he does it to the other one.

He licks into you again, getting a very good taste. He drags his tongue up to your clit and sucks on you.

“Harry.” Your head rolls back, and the chair nearly tips over, but he steadies it.

One of his hands reaches up to grip your throat, and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you come on his tongue. He stands up and undoes his pants. He licks his lips when he looks at you, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do to you first.

“Take me on the floor, please.” You beg him.

“Get on your back then.”

You stand up and lay on the ground. Harry chuckles as he gets on the ground over you.

“What?”

“Thought you would’ve wanted me to bend you over the desk.”

“No, I want it like this.” His lips ghost over yours.

You gasp as he enters you, and his tongue goes into your mouth. Yours molds to his and he swallows your groans. He carefully unbuttons your blouse so he can cup your breasts over your bra. He was ramming into you, and it felt incredible.

“Oh my god, Harry.” Your back arches slightly. Something about doing it in your office after saying no for so long was really doing something for you. “Holy shit!” You scream as he rubs on your clit. “Don’t stop.” You groan.

“Baby.” He moans. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this.”

You wrap your legs around him to pull him closer to you. You knew your back was going to hurt tomorrow, but you didn’t care. He takes his other hand to grab yours, intertwining your fingers. He pins it next to your head. You use your free hand to grip his throat. You were thankful there was A/C in your office, or the two of you would be drenched in even more sweat than you were.

You tighten around him as you come to another release. He squeezes your hand as he comes inside you. Your grip loosens around his throat as you both catch your breaths. He sticks a finger inside you so nothing slips out, and then he grabs your underwear to slide up your legs.

“Hope you won’t be too uncomfortable at dinner.” He says as he helps you up.

“I’ll be fine.” You smile and kiss him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

//

At the end of the month, on their trip in Disney, Niall proposed to Sarah, and she happily accepted. You couldn’t wait to celebrate with them when they got back. The class you taught got amazing reviews in the course evaluations. You were asked to come in for a meeting with the head of the Communication Department.

“Y/N!” Dr. Harrison calls you into her office. You knew her very well. “It’s so good to see you.”

“You too.” You shake her hand and have a seat. “Weird, last time I sat in this seat I was asking you about internships.” You laugh.

“Funny how things come full circle sometimes.” She smiles. “We were very impressed with how well your class went. We haven’t had students do so well with TL like this in a while. A lot of students who take summer courses take them to improve their GPA’s.”

“So I noticed. I had them send me intro videos for their first assignments, and a lot of them said they were grateful my class was being taught.”

“One of our faculty members is heading to another institution next semester. So she’ll only be here for the fall term. We have to start figuring out spring semester courses later this month. She teaches a lot of the film and media courses.” You nod. “You have your MEd, correct?”

“That’s right.”

“We’re going to be searching for a new teaching position soon. I’ve been speaking with the other faculty, you were such a rock star of a student, and we were wondering if you’d consider applying once we open it.”

“What?” You were in shock.

“I know that’s a lot to ask, obviously, you seem to really like your job. You’re good at what you do, but you also seem to be a great teacher. We’d like you to teach more of our students.”

“I…I don’t know…see, my husband and I are trying to start a family, and my work has amazing maternity leave options and benefits. I mean, I could be pregnant now, and if I was that would mean I’d literally just make it to the end of the spring semester, and then I’d be on maternity all summer, and I know being a junior faculty means a lot of-“

“Y/N slow down.” She chuckles.

“It’s just, I essentially get six months off for maternity at my work…”

“I could get you some information about our union benefits. We have nine month contracts and twelve month contracts. Lots of different options. I don’t have kids of my own, but I have to say our insurance benefits are really great. You don’t have to decide anything right now, just know we’d love to have you. We’re going to open the position up at the end of September. At least consider applying, alright?”

On your way home from the meeting you had to pull over on the side of the road to throw up. You had taken the afternoon off from work to go to this meeting, so you go right home. You throw up again the second you get inside, luckily you made it to the toilet.

“What the fuck?” You say to yourself, and then it dawns on you. You get your phone and call Harry. You promised him any time you took a test that you needed to be together.

“Hey baby, how’d the meeting go?”

“Can you come home?���

“Um…uh…I have a client coming soon, why?”

“I’ve been throwing up all afternoon…I think I should take a test.”

“Oh! This shouldn’t take long, could you wait until I get home?”

“Harry.” You groan.

“Okay, take it, but don’t look at the results until I get home, please.”

“Alright.”

You go into the bathroom and take a pregnancy test. You had been trying for five months now, and you hadn’t had a symptom like this yet. You stick the test on the counter in the bathroom and go out to the living room. You had so many things to think over. Teaching had just become a new passion of yours, but was this opportunity worth disrupting everything right now?

You sit down and look over the union information Dr. Harrison gave you. You pull up your benefits package from work on your laptop and try to compare the two. The university, believe it or not, actually had better insurance policies. Being protected by a union would also be nice. This was the shitty part about working for a good business. You felt guilty for wanting something new. You were so grateful for everything, but you did the same thing every single day, and it just wasn’t giving you the same fulfillment it used to. You had been there since you were twenty-one, fresh out of college. You were twenty-seven now, maybe something new would be good. Besides that, you knew Niall had one foot out the door. Sarah had gotten a position at a nice prep-school, and he was looking  at some other companies closer to their new house. He needed to be able to move up, and there were no positions opening up any time soon. He had been at Mark It even longer than you. A lot was changing all at once.

You take a deep breath and tell yourself you’ll talk things over with Harry later. A couple of hours later, Harry bursts through the door with Buster. You stand up immediately and walk with him hand in hand to the bathroom. You both look at the test sitting there and take a deep as you walk up to it. Both of your eyes widen when you look at it.

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Help? Remus Lupin x Ravenclaw!Reader

A/N: James, Peter and Sirius want to become anamagi to help Remus on full moon’s but they need Y/n’s help to do so

Warning: Mentions of self harm, suicide and sexual assault, light cursing

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The bell had just rung and it was the end of classes for. She waved goodbye to Professor McGonagall before walking out of class and making her way down to the corridor across from the Womping Willow. She sat her bag down and grabbed a sketchbook before sitting in the windowsill so her eyes could see the beauty of Hogwarts grounds before her in a clear distance view.

The girl closed her eyes and let the pencil in her hand move freely liek the wind on a summer day.

Her peaceful anti-depression session was interrupted by the pounding of oncoming footsteps from afar. She opened her eyes and came to see the three figures of James Potter, Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black before her.

“ And what might your reasons be for interrupting my peacful rest boys?”

The boys came to a stop and moved to sit next her on the windowsill, leaning in as if to whisper. Sirius, the one closet her, leaned in and said,

“ Y/n I know you're an animagus, saw you transform one day during the summer. We need your help to become anamagi. For reasons."

The girl leaned back in shock. How the bloody white did he figure out? Was Sirius Black a stalker? She quickly placed the abandoned pencil behind her ear and leaned in as well.

" First of all, how the bloody hell do you know where I live?! And second thing, don’t attempt to make up some lie to me about your reasons behind doing this because I already know why. You want to help Remus, he’s my best friend why wouldn’t I know?”

Sirius moved back in surprise.

“ I live two houses down from you. But either way, will you help us or not?”

" Of course I will dip shit.”

Y/n pulled away from the group huddle and moved to the floor to scour through her bag for a journal. While doing so the sock on her ankle rolled down slightly to reveal blood-stained bandages wrapping around it.

The girl quickly opened the journal and looked up as James sat next her on the floor and took the book from her, showing it to his other two mates.

This is how she found herself standing in an open section of the Forbidden Forest around a newly found Black Shaggy dog, field rat, A proud Stag and a rain soaked Remus Lupin during a lightning storm.

It was pouring down rain, flashing lightning and her and Remus had just witnessed James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew turn into animagi and back. By then you could see right through their clothing.

Remus was attempting to tell the group something but the pounding rain had been coming down too heavy for them to hear so instead he opted to use his arms and point out what he was saying. The four of them started to run back off to the castle in their anamagi forms as Remus struggled to keep up from behind.

Remus made the four of them change back to human form after they’d reached the castle and Y/n had to wrap her arms around her chest in an attempt to cover her chest. The shirt she’d been wearing was now see-through, as were the others’s. James silently jumped into the air with a fist-pump before Sirius pointed out that they needed to move back to the dorm room before Filch caught them.

Peter suddenly spoke up, causing the rest of them to turn their attention to the boy. “ We should celebrate.”

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Y/n walked over to the spare bed in the Mauraders dorm-room and grabbed a handful of random articles of clothing to wear before swiftly moving over to the bathroom to change. She exited the bathroom and went back to the dorm at Remus words.

" Who wants to be tribute and tell the house elves to bring food and drink up here with the cloak?" Everyone but James called out ‘dibs-not’ at the question.

The girl was grabbing one of Remus’ books when Sirius showed up and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her body off the ground and he walked over to where Remus stood, ignoring her continus attempts to get him to stop. Then, he threw her, thankfully into Remus’ arms where he caught and held her to his chest where she stayed and tried to calm herself down from the panic attack eating away at her insides.

Luckily for Sirius, James showed up the very next second, taking away Remus’s opportunity to tell off at Sirius for what he’d just done to the girl. James moved over and threw his cloak on the bed, motioning to where a small cart of snacks and water lay in the middle of the circle of pillows they’d made. Remus slowly pulled Y/n and himself down to the ground where she sat, chest heaving slightly, next him while he kept an arm wrapped around her waist protectively.

“ Okay lads, we’ll be playing a muggle game Remus talked about before. I forgot what it was called but I have a feeling it was called three truths and a lie or something.”

Once the circle went around to Y/n she began to panic, I have no clue what to say. Remus noticed this and took her hand in his before brushing away the hair from her collarbone and peppering light kisses to her shoulder to calm her nerves. Which did work in a way.

She took a moment to compose her wondering thoughts before stating, " I've been to more than four states, my favorite color is blue and I can speak fluent French."

They stared around at each other before Remus confidently said, " Your favorite color is blue, you've been to more than four states and you don't speak fluent French?"

She nodded and exhaled in relief, panic washing away.

Peter looked around the group and grabbed a candy before saying, " We've known you for about four years but we still don't know much about you. I mean we know a lot but I have a feeling there's more to you y'know. I mean, from what you've told us I never would've guessed that you'd even been out of state to begin with."

" Well, we play the other game, twenty questions, next so you'll probably get most answered then.”

The girl leaned back into Remus as the rest of them grasped different food as such and started to much down. Once they’d all finished their foods James decided it was time to start.

“ Y/n, my first question is, do you sing? Like even just lullaby’s?”

The girl nodded slightly and nudged Remus’ side with a cheeky grin.

“ Yep. I used to lul Rem to sleep when we were kids and I stayed over at his house.”

“ shut up...”

"Do you have any friends from other houses?" She sighed in defeat, " The people in Ravenclaw aren't the best friend material so I have a few friends from other houses. You guys, Frank Longbottom and one of my Hufflepuff friends, Nathan Stricklen, that's about it. I only ever talk to other people if I'm in a project together with them.”

Peter continued from where James left off. " Do you have any siblings?"

Remus saw as her body went tense and rigid.

" Yeah, an older sister and brother." Remus noted that Sirius noticed the tension and how he had decided to ask another question.

" First question, how many questions are we at? Second question, why'd you tense up? I really don’t mean to pry I’m just concerned." Y/n sighed and pillow flopped backwards before Remus pulled her back up, gently prodding her up, his hand in the small of her back.

“ Six questions. I have two siblings and I only tensed up because my brother and I don’t see on the same terms and I never see my sister.”

Remus looked at Peter with some weird expression and Peter looked back, shrugging.

Remus sighed before turning to Y/n with a guilty expression. " Peter is too shy and wants to know why exactly you don't see eye to eye with your brother and he also wants to know why you never see your sister. Don't get upset at me if you don't wanna answer either cause it's not my question."

" Okay. My brother has certain, views, on my life of which I don't like. For example, he says I should be shipped off and sold to some random dude halfway across the world who wants me for his wife and I don't want that to happen, he things I have a perfect life with perfect friends and family and grades and crap like that when he basically knows nothing about me, he prohibits me from dating or loving people because he says dad would get better profits from just arranging me a marriage with some 35 year old pervert in Spain, he doesn't care about me at all. I don’t see my sister because she died in her second year. That's your eighth question so hurry up and ask me another one."

Sirius came up and tentatively asked, " You don't have to answer if it's too personal but, how come you hate going home and you never talk about your home life?"

Remus turned to the boy with a glare so sharp it could cut glass.

" My dad became an alcoholic, lost his job, is almost never at home when my brother is. When my brother isn't at home, which happens a lot, mind you, he becomes an abusive, rapist, alcoholic psychopathic maniac and my brother doesn't know about it at all. He's almost always over at a friends house for the whole summer at a time so he's pretty much turned blind to what our "home" has turned into.

" My sister committed suicide two years after my mother died. If she didn't she would be in seventh year by now."

The boys stared in shock while Remus looked anywhere other than my gaze.

" She was in her second year at Hogwarts, age twelve, twelve. I was nine, she was twelve and I was nine, my brother was ten. He never figured out why she did it he just thinks she was mourning mum and it became too much.

Remus looked back at Y/n and bit his lip, slipping his hand into hers and threading their fingers through. Sirius stared at the girl, eyes full of knowing, while Peter hugged his teddy bear and James gaped at her.

" How, how old were you when the abuse and rape started?" James asked. She took a moment to think and Remus laid his hand on her shoulder, whispering.

" Thee abuse started when I was eight 1/2, he was raping my older sister at that time and, I hated it, when she died, he started raping me

" and I was nine at the time. I don't see eye to eye with my brother because he has no idea that this is going on and thinks dad is wrapped around my finger."

Sirius looked at the ground, avoiding the girls gaze while Peter did the same. James kept his head down, gaze on her as Remus started to pull her into his lap, arms wrapping around her waist, hugging her to his chest and chin finding it’s way to her shoulder.

" Guys, it’s really late, we should just crash and go to bed." James and Sirius nodded while Peter hopped up and made a beeline for his bed. James said goodnight before getting up and walking to bed, Sirius turned on Remus's lamp before turning off the big light and getting in bed.

Remus still made no move for his bed.

" Do you want me to move so you can get in bed or?"

The boy shook his head, nuzzling his nose into her neck.

Remus turned the girl around in his lap to where their faces were nearly touching and he closed the space between the two in a loving kiss of which she returned. After they broke apart he pressed gentle kisses to her Cupid’s bow and forehead in an attempt to soothe her beating heart. Remus wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s thighs and lifted her up, wrapped her legs around his waist as he moved over to his bed and pulled the curtains around it.

Y/n pulled off her shirt and bra as Remus looked away and pulled off his shirt. He handed it to her with his eyes the other way. Sure, she was his girlfriend but that didn’t mean he would look at her while she was in the nude without her permission.

Remus soon climbed into the bed and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her body to his chest as well as pulling the duvet covers of the bed up, after she’d climbed in before him. He nuzzled his head into her neck, placing a soft kiss to her sensitive skin, and right as the girl was about to fall asleep she heard Remus quietly reach out to her and say, “ goodnight kitten...”

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Drink some water, eat some food, take a screen break and never forget you are loved.

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#remuslupin #remuslupinxreader #the mauraders #harry potter #james potter #sirius black #sirius x lupin #remus lupin smut #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #peter pettigrew #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #Hogwarts

[hazebxtch]

Love Don’t Change

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader 

Summary: You and Katsuki were childhood friends, one day you had to move to Europe as per your grandparents wishes. When you come back to Japan, you never excepted to see the man you once swore to forget.

Warnings: fluffy with some angst 

Word Count: 2,284 

A/n: This was inspired by a song Love Don't Change by Jeremiah although the sad tone of the song I made a happy ending so enjoy! Also I was thinking about making this like a mini-series for multiple characters. Should I?

You hid behind your mother's leg, shielding yourself from the new people that your mother wanted you to know. Your long (h/c) locks helped you hid from the curious eyes of the strangers.

“Come on you silly girl. Don’t be rude, introduce yourself.” your mother sweetly scolded, you looked up past your locks. Gazing at the small family before you, a beautiful young woman with blonde hair holding the shoulders of what you assumed to be her son. Almost a spitting image between the two of them, when you looked at the man beside them it was shocking how they were even related. But, the wedding bands on their hands proved you wrong. That made your eyes finally fall onto the blonde male that stood their so confidently. His arms crossed, chin up, puffing out his chest as he sported a cocky smirk.

You felt your cheeks heat up a tad bit as you hid your face once more, muttering your introduction. “I’m sorry about her, she was never really a big people person.” your mother chuckled only making your face heat up even more.

“Don’t worry about it, Akari. I think it would be a good influence on my son. Maybe teach him a thing or two about keeping his mouth shut.” she chuckled. Hearing someone walking towards you, you unconsciously moved closer towards your mothers' legs. Seeing someone’s shadow hovering over you, you lifted your (e/c) orbs to see the sight before you. A hand stuck out as a greeting leading up to a blonde boy who was smiling wide, looking down at you. “The name’s Bakugou Katsuki! Don’t forget it!” looking into his blood-red eyes only made you blush more.

Shyly you held out your hand to shake his, “Okumura (Y/n),” you quietly admitted, and as your hand connected with his, he shook furiously. “Nice to meet you Okumura! What’s your quirk?” and with those words, you instantly came out of your shell. Wordlessly grabbing his hand as you dragged him out to your family garden.

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You were sitting in the lobby of your home, patiently waiting for your long time best friend. Your bags were all packed and ready to go, your one-way ticket to Europe had been bought and you ride to the airport was waiting. All that you need was for him to say goodbye. You wanted him to come and wish you well, ride with you to the Airport and see you off.

However, he never came. You waited to the very last second and even almost missed your flight.

And he never came.

You sat in your seat, your music softly playing in your earbuds. Your dairy sat open in your lap, the pen you had previously been writing with laid dormant in your fingers. Your (e/c) orbs gazed out into the sky as your vision blurred.

Why didn't he come?

You both had known each other for so long, you both had the same classroom throughout elementary, you were going to start Middle school together. Maybe that is what hurt you the most. You wouldn’t be by his side for as long as you had hoped.

Gazing down to your lap, you read over what you wrote in your diary. The tears broke past the dam you tried so hard to keep up as you ripped every single page out of the book.

“Will you wait for me?” you brokenly whispered as you looked at the crumpled pages in the trash. “......mon loup,”

Why didn't you come to say goodbye?

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You walked up the steps of your new high school. You moved back to Japan with the blessing of both your parents and your grandparents. The only requirement was that you had to attend one of the most prestigious schools.

So here you are, at the steps of the UA.

You walked up to the front desk and turned in all the necessary paperwork to enroll. You were guided to your dorm, given books for your classes and a tour of the school. You then attended the last ten minutes of your fourth period before heading off to the cafeteria.

You were surprised when you ordered your food. Who knew French cuisine could be so delicious outside of France. You minded your own until someone interrupted your meal. “Hey! Do you mind if we sit here with you?” you heard someone ask, looking up, you see a yellow-haired male with a black strip in his bangs. Behind him were two boys and a girl.

The girl looked strange, she was all pink with two horn-like things sticking out of her head. One of the boys closest had red hair and sported a small smile, the one just behind him ha black hair and weird elbows. Not that you discriminate but still.

You stared at them for a bit until you turned your head back to your food. “Sure, go ahead. I don't mind,” you muttered. They each took their seats as they pleased and started to talk amongst themselves. Not long after, their quiet chatting got a tad bit louder.

Your quiet meal was interrupted when you heard a male yelling. Looking up, you see an ash blonde glaring in your direction. “I'm sorry?” your voice emitted from the quiet atmosphere that you created for yourself. As you made contact with the same eyes you tried to forget.

“I said what the fuck are you eating?” he repeated, his teeth grinding out of annoyance.

You had to bring yourself out of a daze before answering, “Escargots De Bourgogne, its a French delicacy.” you muttered. “Can I try? I never had French food before!” the pink one exclaimed, a small smile etched its way on your face as nodded.

Taking your fork, you picked one up and placed it on her plate, soon enough everyone asked to try one as they promised to take the foreign dish together. All except the loudest one of the bunch. You paid him no mind, too in grossed in their funny reactions as they ate it.

They ate it with shell and all which made you giggle but you couldn't blame them. “This is so......crunchy.” the redhead commented, “Very rubbery too,” the one with the weird elbows added. You couldn’t help but giggle as you ate the dish the proper way.

“How come you're not eating the whole thing?” Pinky inquired.

“Because you're not supposed to eat the whole thing, just the inside. Escargots are snails,” you couldn't help but giggle when you heard them immediately spitting out every bit of the food out of their mouth. You raised your (e/c) eyes to meet the red ones yet again. That moment you saw that glimpse of familiarity in them.

That was your cue to leave.

Standing up, you slide your plate towards the group, “You guys can have the rest I have to go.” with that you left the cafeteria. Going as fast as your feet could carry you. Ignoring the voice that told you to stop, ignoring the quickly approaching footsteps.

Why was he here?

The next thing you know, you were pinned to the wall. Locked between two very muscular arms. “What are you doing here?” you heard his gruff voice question.

You shook your head furiously, looking down at the floor you refused to make eye contact again. “Answer me! Why are you here?” his voice was so much more violent than you remembered. Why was he acting like this?

“Answer m-” you interrupted him before he could finish his sentence again.

“I haven't seen you in three and a half years and the first thing you ask when you finally see me again is ‘Why are you here’?!” you asked him in a raised voice. Your vision of the floor began to blur as you continued.

“The last thing we did was fight! I remember it so vividly, you hated me! I heard you say that with your own two lips and you have no idea how much that broke me. You acted like it was my choice to live in Japan. To leave you. I gave you so many chances to try and communicate with me again, and you never did! You never responded to any of my letters! And they first thing you ask me when we finally see each other again is ‘Why are you here?”

You had been fighting to keep your voice strong when all you wanted to do was crumble down to the ground and cry. There was silence between the two of you before you broke it once again.

“Why didn't you come?”

You finally raised your head to look him in the eye. Tears ran down your face like rivers and it broke him. You could see it in his eyes. How his once strong stance faltered, how he backed away from you ever so slightly, how he hung his head.

How his shoulders started to shake as he brought one of his arms to his face. You heard him say something under his breath. You made a small confused sound, silently asking him to speak up.

“Because I loved you,” he started, “I just didn't know it yet.”

The way he spoke made him sound so weak and vulnerable, he lifted his head once again to look into your eyes. “I didn't want you to leave. I didn't want to lose you, I thought that you would never come back. I didn't want to see you walk out of my life like and instead, you walked out of it without a single word and the last thing I told you was the opposite of how I felt. I swear I regretted not seeing you off every day since then and seeing you today just made me remember why I felt so hurt when you told me you were leaving.”

His words were stronger than his eyes, he looked up at you as his tears ran down his face. His calloused fingers came up to caress the soft skin of your cheek, wiping away the tears that stained your cheek. His free hand snaked its way around you waist pulling you close to his chest, his lips meeting yours as he silently told you everything that he could never find the words to say.

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You sat in the garden of your home, your parents had bought you and Katsuki a house to celebrate your fifth anniversary. It was decently sized, not too big yet not too small. It was just right. And just for you, they had gotten on with a garden. A place where your quirk thrived.

You had a deep emotional connection with the plants around you, so when you were happy, the plants were strong and healthy. When you were sad they withered. And when you were angry...... let's just say your lover will never get on your bad side ever again.

You sat on a bench, surrounded by your favorite plant. All of them blooming as if the sun was at its highest when it was the moon. You smiled as you got to your favorite part of your book before a voice interrupted you.

“Ma belle,” you let out a small giggle as you heard your boyfriend use his broken French. “Yes, mon loup?” you continued reading your book, paying your lover no mind.

“We have known each other for a very long time correct?” he started slowly, you only hummed in agreement curious as to where he was going with this. “So, lately I have been thinking. Since you know we have this new house and there are all these spare rooms.” you looked up from your book to see his face a light shade of pink. “Darling, are you saying that you want to start trying for a baby?” you asked cautiously.

With those words, you saw him nod with a small ‘Yeah that,’. “My family won't approve of a child outside of marriage ‘Suki. You know this,” you giggled, looking up at him.

“I had a feeling you were going today that so I came prepared,”

The statement left you shocked, to say the least. What did he mean he came prepared?

Your breath caught in your throat when he got down on one knee, in the palm of his hand sat a red velvet box. And right in the middle, sat a beautiful diamond ring that glistened in the moonlight. “I thought about this moment for a long, long time and every time I imagine it, its not perfect enough to do you justice. And I wish I knew how to do this in French because I know how close you are to the culture and......” he looked up at you to see your expectant eyes.

“And I'm rambling, but I did go to your father first for his blessing because I know how he is old fashioned like that. And I asked him to teach me a phrase that describes you perfectly.” this caught your attention.

“What is it?”

“L’amour de ma vie, will you marry me?”

He didn't your answer because he already knew it. He saw how the plants around the both of you swayed. Once he placed the ring on your finger, you both shared a very loving kiss. It expressed all the emotions that words simply couldn't.

“I have a surprise of my own, Katsuki.” you murmured as you both pulled away. These words caught his attention, he looked you in the eyes as you said it. Once you did he swept you off your feet and showered you with kisses, this night was one of happiness and love.

“I’m pregnant,”

#bakugou fluff #bakugou angst #bakugou x you #bakugou x reader #bakugou x pregnant reader #pregnant reader #mha bakugou #bnha katsuki x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki

[peiches]

“And now I’m looking at you...”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: Getting ready to celebrate an anniversary things don’t really go as planned for you and Peter.

Warnings: Minor cussing? Angst?

Words: 5.9k+

A/N: Hi, hello, it’s me again. I know this took forever and I also know I said I was going to post this by the end of the year. But of course we know that didn’t happen, and I will apologize for that, but we’re here! New year and hopefully we can get this done lmao. Part 4 is here and I hope it is okay for low long it took to get this done. I hope you guys enjoy! And if you do give it a little heart! Now let’s start this off and get to reading, and I’ll do my walk of shame later. Thank ya’ll! 

Masterlist; Part 1: Part 2: Part 3

Part 4: Don’t Worry About Me

Peter’s head was still buzzing from what he saw in the lobby when he heard the elevator ding letting him know he was on the ‘Stark’ floor, as everyone jokingly called it. He heard chatter coming from the living room and when he stepped towards the entry way Tony was the first one to see him.

“Spiderling,” he said and everyone sitting around the couch looked over at him. He saw Pepper smile at him, but didn’t gaze at anyone else. Tony was about to say something when Pepper interrupted him and gestured towards the group around her.

“Peter, you should come in and sit,” he heard her say. He was about to set his stuff down in the hallway storage where he always did, but then he saw yours rain boots and school bag.

“Peter!” You laughed as he picked you up and placed you on the living room couch. He had walked you home from school since you both had an early release day. “I still have my raincoat and boots on! And I have to get ready for our date.” You pouted as you tried to push him off of you. Peter laughed as he kept peppering kisses all over your face.

“I never get to see you until I pick you up from school! And our date is in 6 hours.” He said as he looked down at you. He gave you one final kiss on the lips and sat down where your feet were resting. “Fine,” he said and started pulling your boots off, once they were off he kissed your ankle.

“Different sensation,” you giggled closing your eyes.

“Is it weird?” He asked as he kissed your knee and then your thigh.

You sighed and when you opened your eyes he was was hovering over you again. He smiled and started leaning down to kiss you when the elevator dinged.

“Y/N, Peter!” Morgan shrieked as she saw both of you on the couch.

“What are you doing?” Pepper walked up behind Morgan and saw you both sitting on the couch. Peter’s ears were tinged pink and you weren’t meeting her eyes.

“Nothing,” you both said quickly. Pepper hummed the corners of her mouth turning up. She then looked over at Morgan who was taking off her rain boots talking to Peter about something that happened at school, when she looked back up she saw yours near the couch.

“Bug,” she said and when you looked over to where she was pointing you huffed, standing from the couch and placing your boots next Morgan’s designated cubbie. Looking back at Peter you winked at him, while he looked at you smirking.

Pepper saw him staring at the boots, “Pete—“ she began, but when Peter looked up he finally saw everyone staring at him.

“I think, I think I’m going to go set up in the gym.” He muttered and gave a hesitant smile. Before Pepper could say anything else to him, he was gone.

When he got to the gym he changed and quickly set up at a punching bag. He didn’t wrap his hands, and he didn’t put gloves on but he curled his hand and hit, over, and over, and over again. His hands were screaming, and he didn’t know he was crying until he made the punching bag drop to the floor and looked down at his hands, they were red and bruised, covered in little droplets of water.

“What are you doing?” He heard from the entry way of the gym, he looked over and it was Tony standing at the entry way.

“Mr. Stark I—“ He started but didn’t know how to finish.

“Kid…”

“I can fix it,” Peter grabbed the chain and started lifting the bag but his hands started stinging.

Tony saw the boy wince and glanced down at his hands, “Actually, let’s go get you bandaged up, we can get someone to fix this later.” He pointed behind him and gestured to the hallway, Peter kept his head down passing Tony and walking towards the older mans lab.

Peter sat on a bench in the lab while he heard Tony rummage, grumbling something about not letting Morgan in his cabinets again. He heard a snap of fingers and then suddenly saw a chair come up in front of him.

He felt the cotton on his hand and when Peter’s eyes moved from his hand to Tony, he had glasses on, and not the usual over the top high tech glasses but regular horned rimmed ones that rested at the end of his nose. Peter huffed out a smile.

Tony glanced up, “What? Never seen me in glasses before?” Tony said as he started wrapping Peter’s hand carefully.

“Not these. No.” Peter winced, “When did you start wearing those?”

Tony hummed as he pinned the wrap in place, “After Y/N kept watching me squint when I looked at something close to me. She told Pepper, an eye exam and yelling at an optometrist later, here we are.” He said pointing at his face. “Don’t wear them much around Morgan though,” Tony huffed as took out a brace and slipped it on Peter’s hand.

Peter was going to ask why until he heard the older man give a dramatic sigh, “She cries and says I look old.” He chuckled and in return made Peter laugh too.

“Alright kid, all done,” Tony said as he patted Peter’s shoulder, he stood up and started cleaning up the supplies that he used.

He heard humming from Tony as he started placing the medical supplies in the cabinet, when Peter looked up he saw the inside of the cabinet door covered with little notes from you and Morgan, they were posted all over the inside that said, “Dad, I told you to be careful,” and another that said “I love you!” When his eyes landed on a picture of you and Morgan being carried by your dad in his Iron Man suit, his heart tugged at that, and felt the tears starting to well up again.

Tony heard Peter clear his throat and when he looked back to look at the boy, his head was in his hands and looked like he was having trouble taking deep breaths. Tony sighed and ran a hand through his hair, he sat next to Peter and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

“Is this about Y/N? Because if it is, I think I should be more upset, seeing as it is my kid.” He tried to laugh it off but Peter stayed the same, he finally set his hands down and Tony could see his eyes were red and puffy.

Peter didn’t look up from where he was staring ahead, “Mr. Stark I, I messed up.” He stuttered and that made Tony frown.

“Listen, I know my kid isn’t perfect, so I know there are always two sides of the story.” Tony squeezed Peter’s shoulder and sat in front of him again. “So what happened?”

Peter took in a big breath and then exhaled, “I think I over reacted and, and, wait. She didn’t tell you?” He finally looked up at Tony.

“No she didn’t.”

Peter looked at him shocked, “Why wouldn’t she tell you? She tells you everything.” He started sounding irritated.

“Not everything,” he waved it off, “so now I want to know.”

Peter stood up and started pacing, “Why the hell didn’t she tell you?” Peter mumbled and ran his hands through his hair. “See so she doesn’t even care about this, she’s going out with some new guy and she doesn’t even care. That’s why she didn’t tell me.” Peter spoke to himself getting more and more frustrated.

Tony looked at Peter, his eyebrows were furrowed, “What new guy? Tell you what?”

Peter was fuming until he finally snapped, “The blonde asshole I saw downstairs carrying Morgan out!”

“Are you talking about Harl—” Tony started but wasn’t able to finish, when he felt Peter storm past him.

Peter tried to talk himself out of what he was going to do, all the way down to get his Spiderman suit, and ignored Tony’s shouts from behind him. When he got his suit on and went out to the terrace he looked out onto the city.

“Karen?”

“Yes Peter?”

“Where is Y/N?”

&&.

Your phone buzzed with Wren’s answer over a picture you sent her of Harley and Morgan holding hands and walking down Central Park. “Make sure Morgan is leading him!” The message read making you smile.

“So when were you going to tell me that Wren was officially your girlfriend?” You asked Harley raising your eyebrows and setting your mug of hot chocolate near your lips.

You, Morgan, Harley, and Happy (who was sitting one table down) were at a small diner eating french fries, milkshakes, a hot chocolate for you, and a coffee for Happy. After a long day of attempting to keep up with both your little sister and your best friend, you were exhausted.

Morgan was trying to not laugh at the face Harley was making as he started stuttering, looking like a fish out of water.

“Why so nervous? I like Wren.” Morgan muffled in between bites of food.

Harley smiled at that and rubbed the back of his neck. “I know you do, but I would appreciate if we don’t talk about it.”

You squinted your eyes at him, “Why?”

“Well because, you know,” he said gesturing to you.

“Please don’t hesitate to tell me things just because of the current situation, plus I’ve known for about two weeks now.” You said smirking and throwing a balled up napkin at him.

Harley groaned at that and threw his head back. “I regret letting you two meet,” he grumbled as he drank his milkshake.

“It was inevitable, plus you tried to shove me behind you! Like what was that? You just made us look suspicious.” You raised your voice at him.

He raised his hands in defense, “First of all you went willingly, and second we did make it look suspicious.” He said and put a fry in his mouth.

You understood why Wren was suspicious of you at first, you and Harley were the first to admit that the bond between you both was a bit, weird to say the least. You had been attached to the hip since you first met and could barely be two days without each other. He was your other half, the big brother you never asked for but got anyway, and after he moved away it was like a part of you didn’t know what to do anymore. So when your dad brought up the idea of staying with Harley’s family for a weekend, both you and Harley could hardly contain your excitement. The first time you met Wren was on a Saturday on day after your had arrived. Harley’s phone kept buzzing but he quickly turned it on silent saying he didn’t need a distraction. He told his new friends that he had made, that “a close friend was over,” and they were hounding him to come out to lunch so they could meet who had their new friend holed up in his house. He finally got them to agree that they would meet up at five at a local skating rink where all the teenagers hung out. Apparently Wren didn’t receive that memo and she came over to surprise him and his friend with an early lunch, and when she knocked on the door, you opened it up. You saw her gaping at you, from inside the house came a whine from Harley asking who it was and to hurry up and get rid of them. You had smiled and apologized for Harley, and when you asked her for her name he came up behind you. “What’s taking so long?” He had asked grabbing the door and when he opened up a little more, you felt him freeze. “Wren,” he stuttered and gripped the door turning his knuckles white. “Harley,” you saw her tense and grip the brown bag in her hands. “Oh did you br—“ You tried to ask but Harley pulled you behind him. “Pattertwig,” he sighed and he grabbed the bag from Wren’s hands and shoved it into yours. He didn’t let you say much of anything else as he closed the door, you could hear yelling, the the creaking of wood, and when you opened the door to make sure things were okay, there was kissing. You smiled and walked towards the kitchen emptying the contents of the bag. When they came back inside hand in hand you properly introduced yourself and the rest of the night was spent making fun of Harley, a night well spent.

“Why didn’t you introduce me to Peter?” Harley asked, “Do I embarrass you or something?” He tried to laugh it off but sounded a bit hurt.

You looked at him, Morgan and him started throwing french fries at each other. Suddenly Morgan climbed out of the booth and walked over too Happy who was chatting away with a waitress.

You smiled as Morgan interrupted the conversation, she said something that made the waitress laugh and sat down in front of both her and Happy, Morgan looked over and gave you a thumbs up that you returned.

You looked back at Harley who was eating the rest of the french fries that were on the plate, “Do you remember how Wren acted? When she saw both of us together?”

Harley looked up at you and frowned a bit at that, “Yeah I do. She thought I was lying about liking her, and started crying. I felt horrible about it.”

You looked at the window, it was starting to snow, “I did too, but afterwards was fun.” You smiled remembering that day, while you heard Harley groan at the memory.

You looked back at him, he was staring at you. You huffed and rested your head in your hand. “I didn’t want that for him, I didn’t want for him to feel that way. I wanted to do it right, I knew you were going to come for Thanksgiving and I had a plan to introduce both of you and Wren and everything was going to be okay.” You blew a raspberry. “But here we are.”

“Pattertwi—“ he tried and when you turned your head towards him again he saw your cheeks were rosy and your eyes were rimmed with tears.

“He told me that he loved me Harley, and you should’ve seen the look on his face when I just sat there.” You rushed out and while Harley’s mouth stayed open at your words. There was a pause and then finally he spoke.

“Do you love him?”

Looking down at your mug of hot chocolate, you sighed, “I do, I really do. But hearing him say it? That was scary, people tell each other that they love each other all the time but they still leave.”

He looked at you in disbelief, “Are you really not going to tell him because you don’t want to get your feelings hurt?”

“Harley my mom said she loved me and she still walked out.”

There was a small pause and then you felt him grab your hand, “Babe you shouldn’t feel that way, and you shouldn’t let your mom control that part of you either.” His mouth curled into a smile.

He was the only one who knew about your mom and what had happened. You looked at his goofy smile and patted his hand. “You’re right, I know, and I want to tell him, but it took me by surprise and everything is wonky now. And now I feel like I’m all messed up.”

“We’re all a little wonky.” Morgan came up hand in hand with a grinning Happy.

Harley tipped his milkshake towards Morgan, “Cheers to that Goonie.” She covered her mouth and giggled at that.

“Ready to go?” Happy asked as he picked up Morgan and set her on the booth.

“Can we walk in the Park for a little bit and then go home?” Morgan asked Happy as you zipped up her jacket. Harley looked like he was about to argue when you spoke up.

“The Harry Potter movie marathon starts at 7 and the lights in the park are being turned on before that.” You told Harley and his shoulders sagged in relief.

Happy let out a big laugh, “That fine kiddo, we will just have to be back soon though, you know how your dad gets.” He muttered to both you and Morgan.

“Yes Happy,” the three of you said in unison.

Walking towards the park all four of you were talking and laughing, a crowd started forming around you guys to watch the lights in the park turn on for the first time this year. Morgan was trying to get to the very front. “Morgan you have to hold our hands.” You told her as she tried to slip away. You turned your head to see where Harley and Happy ended up as Morgan kept tugging your arm to get in the front. You saw him 5 people down from you talking to Happy about the lights you assumed. You relaxed, but when you looked back down to look at Morgan she was gone.

“Mor—Morgan!” You looked around the crowd. Looking back at Harley and Happy they caught your eye. They looked at your panic stricken face and walked towards you when the crowd cheered as the lights were turned on.

“Y/N?” Harley yelled above the crowd.

&&.

It took forever for Peter to find them, it seems like every time he had come close they were leaving or Peter was asked to help a stranger, and had to start tracking them all over again. He ended up on top of a small cafe looking down at the crowd forming to watch the lights light up for the first time. He had no idea where your group had ended up but maybe seeing the lights turn on for the first time would be a fun thing to watch. That is until he saw Morgan walking hand in hand with you, the little pink ball was bouncing right beside you, Happy and the blonde guy where right behind them laughing at something the blonde said. Peter felt his stomach drop and was shaking from anger or from the cold he didn’t know but he really didn’t like this guy. He kept looking for both you and Morgan as he lost sight of them. When he saw Morgan tugging at your arm trying to get to the front, he relaxed again smiling.

When the lights turned on the crowd cheered, but something was wrong as he felt his spider senses on edge. He heard you shout, “Morgan!” Over and over again, then a voice started shouting your name. He knew something was wrong and immediately swung down to the happy crowd. The cheering was even louder down there but Peter immediately noticed the crowd forming around him, they were shoving into him and with cameras flashing in his face, your voice fading in the crowd.

“Guys, please stop—“ he tried, but they were excited to see Spider-Man this up close.

“Morgan!” He tried to shout above the crowd asking him questions.

“Who’s Morgan?” Someone asked and that started another pile of questions.

He raised his hands and shot a web towards a street lamp to get out of there. He jumped and the crowd became even more rowdy than before still taking pictures of Spider-Man. He kept scanning the crowd from above a tree, growing more anxious with every passing moment until he spotted a little pink ball huddled near the Christmas tree, she was crying. He made sure the crowd was distracted when music started playing before he jump down and ran towards her.

“Morgan!” He whispered but the little girl immediately pushed him off shouting, “No!”

“Morgan,” he tried again, “it’s me Peter.”

She finally looked up at him, “Peter!” She lunged for him wrapping her tiny arms around his neck. He smiled and kissed the top of her head. “I lost sissy, I want my sissy.” She cried into his chest. He squeezed her tighter as he picked her up, scanning the crowd again to see where you were.

“We’ll find her Morgan I promise.” He told her and started walking, he didn’t exactly know where but he needed to start looking for you. He took a few steps away from the crowd when he heard a voice shout, “Goonie!”

Morgan peered up looking behind Peter, she immediately started squirming in Peter’s hold, he set her down and she immediately ran to the blonde guy who had his arms wide open for her. “Harley!” Peter’s heart squeezed at that. Looking at Morgan who was comfortable with this kid, how long had they known each other? Peter wasn't sure how long he stood there staring at them talking and hugging, but he snapped out of his little trance when he heard your voice and saw you running straight towards them.

“Oh my god, Morgan!” You practically cried landing on your knees and enveloping the smallest Stark in a tight hug. He saw Morgan’s face turn a little pink at that, he wanted to come up to you and tell you to let Morgan go a little but the blonde kid, Harley, beat him to it. He saw the two of were were talking, and he heard some murmuring coming from them. His ears perked up when he heard the name Spider-Man, he saw as Y/N’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion at first but when she stood up with Morgan on her hip and finally faced Peter, she let out a small smile, rested her head on top of Morgan’s, and mouth thank you. Peter smiled at her and lifted his hand up to wave when he saw Happy come bounding behind them too, phone pressed to his ear.

“Oh thank god, I though Tony was going to have to be involved.” He said and the trio let out a collective chuckle with a few sniffles mixed in there. He started talking to them and he’s sure they were talking about leaving because they turned to the direction of the crowd. Happy not having noticed Peter at first looked towards him for the first time and waved him over, “You need a ride Spiderboy?” Happy asked as Peter finally attempted to walk closer to the small group. Peter was going to say he was fine when his phone started ringing it was Alison and Ned, both he and Ned had agreed to come over to her house after 5:30 to work on a small science project that they were grouped together in. He muttered a quick profanity making sure the tiny ears in the group didn’t hear him.

“Hey Alison,” he quickly responded, “I’ll be there in about 30 minutes—“ he continued. What he didn’t see was Harley tense up at the name Peter said, he walked away out of ear shot. Saying a quick bye to Alison and Ned letting them know again he’ll be there with the supplies needed, when he hung up and walked towards the group again, he saw the boy, Harley, was tense with an arm wrapped around Y/N.

“Actually, Happy I think Spider-Man can go by himself, he got here by himself, he can leave by himself.” There was malice laced in Harley’s words.

“Harley.” Peter heard you, and saw you touch the guy’s shoulder.

That was the last straw for Peter. “Y/N, who is this guy?” He finally asked his face flaming red. “I saw him at the compound, I see him here with you!” His voiced increased with every word that he said. You opened your mouth to answer but Harley stepped in front of you.

“I’m her best friend.”

Peter took a step back trying to cool down, his hands were shaking. “No, I’m her best friend, I’m her boyfriend, I’m supposed to be here with her.” He calmly said looking towards Y/N and Morgan, with a frowning Happy next to them.

Happy tried to break the tension when Harley snapped. “No, last I heard you’re not her boyfriend anymore!”

Peter started shaking, fumbling with his mail when he shouted finally. “I didn’t choose that! It was her! She’s the one that didn’t care!” Peter snapped, everyone became silent around him. His ears were still ringing with anger, until he heard the sniffle that came out of you.

He felt his heart drop when he looked at you, tears falling down your face as Morgan wiped them away, “Y/N, bab—“ he tried.

He saw Harley head towards her as your tears kept him glued to the ground, not letting him move. The last thing he heard you say was, “Maybe it is.”

He saw you walk away with Morgan on your hip, Harley looked back at him with an angry face, what hurt the most was when Morgan looked back at him with a pout. What did he just do.

&&.

Tony and Pepper got off the elevator and when they stepped in the living room they saw the back of Morgan and Harley’s heads, the TV was on and they were watching the Harry Potter movie marathon. Tony and Pepper smiled at the sight but when they didn’t see the eldest Stark sitting on the couch they looked at each other confused.

“Hey guys, where’s—“ Tony started saying but when Morgan looked back at him he saw the worry on her face and stopped completely.

“Daddy.” She whispered to him and that made him step forward again, “I think Y/N needs you.”

That’s when Tony heard the sniffling and when he took a peek over the couch he saw you sitting on the floor curled up in your pajamas with a blanket wrapped around you.

“Oh, sweetheart.” You heard your dad say and when you looked up he was sitting next to you. You wrapped your arms around him. “I’m ready to wallow now,” you muffled into his chest.

He grabbed your face so you would look at him, “Can you tell us what happened with Peter now?” He asked as he wiped your tears with his shirt sleeve and moved your hair from your face tucking it behind your ears.

You took a deep breath, looked at both your parents and with a big huff you told them, “He told me he loved me and I didn’t say it back when I wanted too.” You choked out. Pepper took a seat on the couch next to Morgan and leaned down to stroke your hair. “You have no idea how much I wanted to say it. I was just scared dad!” You raised your voice looking at your dad.

Tony furrowed his eyebrows, not understanding. “You’ve said it before you say it all the time, bug. I’m not—”

You hid your face again in your dad’s chest, “I know I do! But I know you aren’t going anywhere, I know because you’ve been with me even though I’m a brat!”

There was a small pause, Tony was about to speak when you muffled out, “You said you loved mom but she still left.”

Tony’s heart stopped at your words, he stayed silent until you finally looked up at him. He had a sad look in his eyes but a small smile on his face.

“Dad—“ you started saying but he stopped you by grabbing both your hands.

He looked at Pepper and Morgan and sighed, “Ouch, I know I’m not a role model when it comes to these sort of things, but you shouldn’t be afraid to tell someone you love them because it didn’t work out for me the first time,” he said as he grabbed your face again. “Plus I think it worked out pretty good this time.” He added chuckling.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I love all four of you,” you laughed as Morgan pounced on you and Pepper sat on the floor joining in on the hug, Harley followed suit and joined the small ball on the floor.

You laughed as you were being squeezed by the ball that was on the floor. Slowly everyone disentangled themselves. Tony and Pepper looked at each other and when they both nodded, Pepper stood. She looked at Harley and he got the message too.

“I’m hungry.” Harley whined, and everyone laughed at that.

Pepper ruffled his hair, and helped him get up from the couch, “Let’s go then Reepicheep.” She said walking towards the kitchen. Harley groaned stuffing his hands in the pockets of his pajamas.

“I can’t believe you told her that damn name.” He grumbled as Morgan jumped on his back, and both followed after Pepper.

You snickered and yelled after him, “Serves you right, you named me after a squirrel!”

“You named me after a rat!” He shouted back. You heard Pepper let out a big laugh, and you felt your dad’s chest rumble with a small chuckle.

There was cabinets opening, stove tops turning on, and chatter from the kitchen. But you and Tony stayed on the floor, he was rubbing your back as you clung onto him.

“I’m sorry I made you worry about me dad.”

Tony hummed and started playing with your hair, “I think that’s a part of the dad job.”

You smiled at that looking up at him, “I know, but I promised a long time ago I wouldn’t let you worry about me.”

He looked at you with ruffled eyebrows, “What do you— oh.” He wrapped his arm around you and squeezed you into a hug, he smiled back at you. “You remember what I told you?”

“Are you crying?” Your dad’s voice came behind you.

You were sitting on the window nook, that was in your room at the Malibu house. You were looking out the window, the water crashed into the rocks below. His voice made you jump and you looked back at him. He was standing at the door with his hands in his pockets.

“Huh? I’m not crying.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

You heard light footsteps coming in your room then felt your dad sit beside you.

Tony looked at his daughter, she tucked herself away, her arms were wrapped around her knees. She hadn’t spoken to him all day, he was tired mentally and physically but he had to be here for her, she needed him right now. Tony sighed tugged on a strand of his kid’s hair, “No one’s going to get mad at you if you cry because you’re sad or hurt, you know?”

“Daddy—“ She started saying not looking up. He heard her voice tremble, but before he could speak she cleared her throat and started again.

“I didn’t want to make you sad, or make you worry about me. That’s why even though mommy’s gone. I promise now daddy, that I’m not going to make you sad or worry about me anymore. I’m not going to cry as much as before.” She said and Tony just looked at his daughter in awe. She was worried about him, about how he felt when he saw her this way. Tony’s heart melted at that, his eyes welling up with tears. He grabbed her and hugged her close to his chest.

“Baby, listen carefully. You don’t have to feel embarrassed or ashamed about crying in times of sadness, or asking for help when times are hard. I know mommy leaving is sad, but you don’t have to worry about me.” He said into her ear.

Tony felt his daughter’s grip tighten on his shirt and nuzzle her head in his chest.

“I don’t want you to be sad or lonely.” She whispered to him, looking up at him with tears in her eyes.

Tony smiled down at you and rubbed your back, “I’ll be okay, bug. I’m really strong.” He said to her chuckling at the small pout she wore.

You frowned at that,“I’m not strong like you are.”

“Oh, but you are. Look at this you’re crushing me.” Tony gasped and started falling onto the ground.

You laughed at your dad as you looked down at him laying on the ground from the window nook. You two ended up falling asleep like that, you laying down on bench of your nook with Tony on the floor, holding hands. And maybe in that moment he needed her more than she needed him.

You looked up at your dad and held him tighter, “I remember, sort of.”

Tony hummed and started flipping the channels on the TV, “so Peter told you he loved you?”

You groaned letting go of him and put your face in your hands as he patted your back. Sweeping your hair back from your face and turned your head to look back at your dad who had a small smile on his face.

“He did tell me,” you sighed.

“And you didn't say anything?”

You shook your head, “No.”

“Well that must have been rough on him.”

“He looked so hurt. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to hurt him.”

“I know.”

“I just got scared and I sat there.”

“I understand. You know, I'm still learning this stuff too and since I'm still learning, I think I haven't thought enough about what I'm supposed to be teaching you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “What are you talking about?”

Tony ran a hand over his face, “I’m talking about my own personal lack of past commitment skills. I mean, look, I love that you have my ears and my coffee addiction and my taste in music and movies, but when it comes to love and relationships, I don't necessarily want you to be like me. I would hate to think that I raised a kid who couldn't say I love you.”

“Dad.”

“I’m not even talking specifically about Peter. I mean just generally in life.”

You threw your head back and it hit the couch. Tony let out a chuckle and hugged you close to him again.

“My point is that it's scary to be in love, that much I know, but it's also wonderful and special and if you can't say it or fully express it then you're never gonna be able to experience it and I want you to experience everything that's great because you're so great. Are you hearing me?” Tony said resting his head on top of your head.

“Yeah, I'm hearing you.” You whispered.

Tony let go of you grabbing your face and brushing the hair out of your eyes again, “I’m not saying you say ‘I love you’ at the drop of a hat. It has to be right and real and it has to take a lot of thought. But someday with someone it will be right. I want you to be ready for that moment when it happens.”

You were about to speak again when Morgan, Pepper, and Harley came in with plates of food and set them down on the coffee table. Everyone started settling down on the rug and passing food to one another. Morgan catching the last bit of your conversation asked innocently.

“What moment are you getting ready for? When will it happen?”

You smiled and stole some food from her plate, Morgan protested, then you finally said, “I’m working on the right moment, Goonie. I don’t know when it’ll happen, however I do know what dress I'll be wearing.”

“Well, I wanna be there when it happens.” Morgan said excitedly.

Harley nodded, “If Goonie’s invited, so am I.”

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#MarichatMay Day 21+22

Embracing the French culture today, I liked the challenge of making our two lovebirds kiss on Bastille Day rather than on New Year’s Eve (the only two moments we get fireworks in Paris)! I hope you like it, thanks for all the support! xxx

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Day 21: Fireworks + Day 22: Kiss

There are two teams in Paris for Bastille Day: on the one hand, the people who go on holiday in July, shunning the famous Eiffel Tower fireworks for a less urban scenery, generally on one of France’s coasts where the heat is less oppressive. On the other hand, those who holiday in August, by choice or otherwise, or those who simply don’t, who take all the celebrations as a compensation for not being able to escape. 

Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste were on the latter team. Due to the success of her parents’ bakery, Marinette generally only got away from the City of Lights for one week at the beginning of August, business being slower as the Juillettistes returned and the Aoûtiens left. As for Adrien, it had been a while since his father had taken a holiday; the only travelling any of them did was strictly for business, and generally never in Summer. They were virtually the only people in their class left in the capital. 

Although aware of the other’s presence in Paris, neither knew how to reach out to suggest spending time together. And with both of their main wing people, Alya and Nino, away, it seemed like contact wouldn’t be made anytime soon. Unbeknownst to the two teenagers, both had considered visiting the other as their alter ego, and had even tried. Marinette had chickened out when she’d seen him sitting at his desk, not knowing how to justify her presence, and fearing she might reveal herself if she spoke with him. Adrien had simply not found her as he repeatedly swung by her place right after patrol, hoping to bump into her. 

Having seen Chat Noir snoop around outside her room, obviously looking for her, several times in a row, having made it to her place before she could, Marinette decided maybe she should take action before Chat could connect the dots. Feigning something about relatives coming into town, Ladybug bailed on him for patrol on the 13th of July, and Marinette made sure to be obvious on her balcony. She didn’t know what he wanted with her, but knowing she would be seeing him made her feel all giddy inside. He was pretty much the only person she talked to in person these days, apart from her parents. They both seemed slightly reticent at the thought of leaving each other at the end of patrol, and the thought that she could get some extra time with her (male) best friend made her feel better.

“Well hello, there, Purr-incess!” Chat’s smile was as bright as sunshine as he landed next to her. “I was starting to lose hope that I’d see you before the end of the Summer!”

“Awe, that’s cute, you really came to check on me?” She opened her eyes wide, exaggerating her surprise. She liked playing slightly dumb with him, although the more time she spent with him, the less she was inclined to do it. Something about wanting to impress him somehow? Had she not been thinking about Adrien so much she might have started thinking she was developing feelings for her partner.

“Well, you know, the bakery’s open, things had moved in your room between the first and the second time I came around... Just thought you might be there.” He shrugged as he scratched the back of his head slightly sheepishly.

“You must have been around when I was visiting my grandfather.” She half-lied. She did see him every other day, but generally in the morning, to make pastries with him. “Had I known you’d be coming, I would have changed my schedule around, though, it’s not like much is happening right now.” She smiled tightly, her gaze falling on the empty street below them. There were usually a comfortable flow of passer-bys at this time of the evening.

“I know exactly what you mean.” Chat sighed, leaning his elbows on the railing, his back slightly slumped. “I miss school.”

“You don’t mean that!” She gasped. “They’ll hear you and give you holiday homework.” She half-whispered, suspiciously looking around them. It brought a smile to his previously pouting lips.

“What are you doing tomorrow night?” He turned around, the railing now against his back as he looked at her, affection seeping from his eyes.

“Tomorrow? For the Quatorze Juillet?” She tilted her head, pretending to think when she knew the plan would be the usual, staying in with her parents, and catching the fireworks from the exact place they were standing in later. “Nothing in particular, why?”

“Want to watch the fireworks from a rooftop claw-ser to the Eiffel Tower?” Chat Noir had intended to ask Ladybug that exact question, but it was her loss for not showing up tonight. And he wasn’t going to invite her along, he had some catching up to do with Marinette.

“Sounds great!” She grinned, her smile spreading to her pretty blue eyes. 

“I’ll pick you up at 7pm then?”

“Can’t wait!” 

Chat left with a slight spring in his step, excited to spend time with his good friend. And also imagining how pretty she would look in the dappled coloured light of fireworks. 

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He probably shouldn’t have been surprised by the fact she was carrying a basket full of provisions when they met up the next day. Leave it to her to think of all the little details that made events like this one perfect. His stomach rumbled at the thought of the T&S bakery quiche he could smell thanks to his excellent cat senses. He had reached for the basket (obviously to carry it for her, not to eat from it), but Marinette had flicked him lightly on the nose with a smirk at the sound, asking him to be patient.

Her confidence and playfulness had wavered slightly as they landed on top of the Agreste’s hôtel particulier. It was a prime spot to watch the show, being quite literally at the foot of the main attraction.

“Are you sure we can be here?” She asked, afraid to move too much. What if they were caught? What if Adrien caught them? 

“Paw-sitive. Adrien and his father are at an event tonight, no one’s Home.” Ha. She still looked slightly flustered at the thought of being in someone’s property, especially someone she knew. He wished he could tell her that actually Adrien was here, speaking to her, and that’s how he knew the others had a day off (Gorilla) or were in Tokyo (Gabriel and Nathalie). “I asked Adrien, don’t worry, he’s fine with us being here. And we agreed not to tell his father.”

The information seemed to appease her. Marinette smiled brightly at him and got the picnic supplies out, spreading a blanket at their feet to set their makeshift table on. He helped her lay out the food, amazed at the quantities contained in the basket. He couldn’t wait for the passion fuit macarons he’d spotted. 

They chatted as they ate, Chat happy to finally talk to someone about something else than his schedule and his piano rehearsals. He liked seeing Marinette so relaxed, and was glad the holidays helped her loosen up a bit. She always seemed quite stressed when they interacted at school, probably because of the amount of work they had. It checked out: Chat generally visited her at the weekend, when she had a little more time on her hands to unwind.

Marinette was happy to be with Chat Noir. She felt comfortable sitting close to him on the roof. The fact it was Adrien’s roof had quickly slipped her mind as he told her all about his adventures with Ladybug. She liked hearing him talk, he seemed so passionate and happy. Which wasn’t always the case when Ladybug met up with him.

The pair had shifted closer as the evening went by, to the point where they sat next to each other, facing the Eiffel Tower when the fireworks started. The sudden crackling, slightly deafening in contrast with the peaceful bird chirping and laughs that came from the nearby Champs de Mars, made Marinette jump and laugh in surprise, her shoulder now touching Chat’s arm due to their height difference. She instinctively leaned her head on his shoulder, marvelling at the light show. Chat’s arm automatically wrapped around her waist, as his head tilted to rest on top of hers.

“Do you know why the sound is delayed?” He whispered in her ear, bright colours erupting in the night sky before their associated ‘boom’ could be heard.

“No?” She answered, turning slightly towards him. His warm breath near her ear had sent butterflies flying in her stomach. Fireworks, she corrected herself, the innocent image of butterflies tarnished by Hawkmoth in her mind. 

“It’s because light travels faster than sound. So by the time sound reaches us, more lights have have had time to make it in the sky.” Said lights reflected very handsomely in his masked eyes.

“Interesting.” She smiled. Like the fact your lips look very kissable right now. She mentally shook her head at the thought. “You know, I never pegged you as a scientist, Kitty.”

“Physics is actually my favourite subject.” He smiled. 

“I guess there’s a lot I still don’t know about you.”

Their faces had inched closer as they spoke, not only because of the ambient noise.

“You know, I’d really love for you to know more about me.” Chat whispered, his lips mere centimetres from hers, taunting her. 

She gave in. 

It wasn’t much. Just a brush of their lips, really. But it caught both of them by surprise. Marinette felt frozen as she pulled away, her heart rate having risen far beyond what she thought was possible. She avoided his gaze, her cheeks burning. 

“I- I’m sorry, I don’t-”

Chat’s lips suddenly on hers interrupted her mid-sentence. His kiss was gentle, yet deep, tentative, yet just right. His hands, which had tilted her head up tenderly at first, now cupped her face, his gloves much softer than she would have expected against her skin. One of Marinette’s hands tangled in his hair at the nape of his neck, the other rested against his torso. She was glad to feel she wasn’t the only one whose heart had gone haywire. She smiled as his chest vibrated in a purr, momentarily masking his heart rate.

The fireworks around them were nothing compared to that inside of them. In fact, they didn’t even notice when the former stopped, too lost in their own bubble, on a Parisian roof on a hot Summer evening. 

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survey by tigerfan1205

Name 5 people that are very important to you. Other than my dad, mom, and Angela, I can’t think of anyone else. Andi’s a very close friend but they’re not necessarily I’d-take-a-bullet-for-them levels yet.

Do you like eating chocolate covered cherries or strawberries? I don’t like fruits, so no. I like chocolate-covered unhealthy stuff though, hahah.

What does your 9th text say in your outbox? Ughhhh I remember this tab being in my old cellphones but I can’t quite remember if this is referring to texts I’ve sent, or my drafts. Anyway, my phone doesn’t store text drafts and I can no longer recall my 9th last sent text.

Ever had a really scary dream? Tell me about it. I’ve had loads of nightmares but my least favorites have always been the ones where someone I love is shot and they had to pass away in my arms. Out of all my scary dreams, those are the ones that send me crying in my sleep/as soon as I wake up.

Where is the coolest place you've been on vacation? Vigan was great because it really felt like visiting a 17th-century town. Singapore and Shanghai were also fun because it felt cool going to places much richer than ours and getting to interact with technologies that we will never get to have here HAHA

Would you rather have salad or french fries for a side dish? Erm, unless the salad has spicy tuna in it, fries all the way please.

Ever been to California? Did you like it? No. Idk, it’s not the first place on my list if I am to visit the US though. Places in the East Coast and the Midwest personally appeal more to me - and I’m fully aware it’s because they’re well-known for being passionate wrestling hubs.

What's your favorite thing about the town you live in? I live right smack on the boundary between the more urban sprawl of Manila and the quieter, more peaceful and quaint mountain part of my city. It’s very easy to access either depending on what I’m in the mood for.

Do you like Mexican food? What's your favorite dish to eat? It’s great, but not my top favorite cuisine. My favorite dishes would have to be fajitas and chimichangas.

Favorite kind of pizza is? Quattro formaggi all the wayyyy. You’ll never see me ordering anything else.

Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? If so, how long have you been dating? No.

Any brothers or sisters? Do they make you mad? I have one of each. My sister will sometimes piss me off, but it dies down quick. My brother did something unforgivable to me two years ago so that’s how long I have been constantly mad at him.

Are you nosy? Eh, sometimes? For the most part I know my place though. I let people share the amount they’re willing to, and very rarely do I try to pry.

Ever been to a bar? What was it like? Sure, had my fair share of favorites too when going out was still a normal thing. For me, bars are the best if I’m with the right mix of people. If I’m in a crowd I’m not necessarily close with, it can definitely dampen the experience as I will only be feeling awkward. The people in the bar will sometimes be a factor too – I will most likely feel annoyed if I’m somewhere that’s clearly populated by high schoolers or college freshies as they can get super rambunctious and loud.

Are you old enough to drink? Yes, have been for the last 4 (almost 5) years.

What's your favorite kind of flower? I enjoy looking at peonies.

Would you rather have pasta or chicken? Right now, probs chicken - preferably chicken wings because that sounds the most fucking yummmmmm rn. We’ve been having pasta a bit too much at home so it would’t hurt to skip it for now.

Have you ever dated someone, but made them not tell anyone about it? Yeah. Gabie and I got back together in our final months of high school. We were about to graduate and it was crucial we kept our record clean so that the school won’t strip us of our diploma and prohibit us from marching (it was Catholic school, sooo homophobia and stuff). Because of that, we had to keep it secret for about a month and a half. As soon as I got home from the ceremony and my family dinner, I shared the news on social media. So I didn’t exactly make her keep it secret - it was a mutual understanding.

What's the meanest thing you have done to a friend? I honestly can’t recall a time i deliberately set out to be an ass to someone I considered a friend. The one thing I can recall was accidentally misgendering Andi when I was still getting used to their pronouns, but I didn’t do it on purpose.

Have you ever kissed anybody with the name starting with a C or R? No. Those are my initials though, ha.

Why did you and your last ex break up? She wasn’t ready, she wasn’t down for commitment, and she felt suffocated having only been in a relationship throughout her late teen and early adult years. She really made herself sound like such a victim and she made it sound like commitment is the biggest sin, and so I blamed myself a lot during the first few months of our breakup; but I’ve since made a conscious effort to turn my mindset around and convince myself that I’m not at fault. Bye gaslighters.

Have you ever had a really bad fight with a best friend? Angela and I only had petty fights and our last one was in like 5th grade. Gab and I got into heavy arguments, but only when we were in a relationship and never as friends.

Do you like spaghetti? It’s okay. I like other types of pasta better.

Which color: orange or red? Red.

Do you know any songs by Katy Perry? Do you like her music? She’s...popular lmao, so yeah I know a good number of her songs. She’s in the middle for me; some songs I really enjoy, like E.T., Dark Horse, and Thinking of You (a personal fave); and there are some that didn’t grow on me as much, like Wide Awake and that awful Christmas song she recently released.

Ever had a near death experience? I suppose. My almost-car crash is the event I always cite.

Which number: 5 or 19? 19, for no reason whatsoever.

What's your favorite song by Taylor Swift? Why is that your favorite? Wildest Dreams; it meant a lot to me on a personal level for a time; right now it’s kinda doing it again for me. From her newest album, I really like dorothea also because it’s a bit relevant to my life at the moment.

Pick one: apples or oranges? I guess oranges. I don’t like fruits but I’m more likely to take a liking to orange-flavored stuff, like juice or chewy candies.

Do you know anybody named George or Bob? I don’t think so.

What do you like better, being single or in a relationship? Why is that? I like being in a relationship; commitment comes easy to me and I love looking out for a significant other, supporting them in their dreams, and generally just having someone to focus on, build a future with, and spoil. Being single hasn’t been bad and I guess I won’t mind if I never found someone; but in the grand scheme of things it’s really nice to be able to love someone.

Are you close with your mother? Not really but our relationship isn’t as strained as it used to be.

Have you ever dated someone named Kyle? Nope.

If you still go to school, who sits next to you in your fifth period? I can’t remember the last time I had five classes in a day, lol.

Who was the last person to ring your doorbell/knock on your door? I think it was my mom, earlier this morning when she arrived back home from her daily jog.

Does anything on you itch right now? Yeah actually; the opposite elbow got itchy just now.

If the last person you kissed came to your house now, what would you say? “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

If your ex called you crying, what would it most likely be about? I have no clue, and she would never do that so I literally can’t imagine even a hypothetical reason for this. It has to be a super serious situation, likeeeeeee idk, maybe a death. *knocks on wood aggressively*

Who was the best kisser out of all the people you have kissed? I’ve only kissed one person, so can’t compare.

Name everyone you have texted today. This media guy celebrating his birthday today so I had to ask him for his details so we could send him a gift, as well as the contact person for the cake shop that we got in touch with to order said gift for the birthday celebrant.

Who was the last person you spoke to for over 5 minutes over the telephone? Maybe my grandma when she called a few months ago.

How many times have you went to the bathroom today? Around three times total, I think.

Who do you currently live with? My dad, mom, Nina, my brother, Kimi, and Cooper.

What do you like better: sour or sweet candy? Sweeeeeeet. No sour anything for me, thanks.

Have you ever been told that you have an annoying laugh? No but I hope this isn’t an actual thing people say to other people. They can think others’ laugh is annoying, but I think it’s one of those things that you can just try to get over and is unnecessary to raise lol.

#survey #surveys

[maribatz-2k]

A Blind Meeting

Chapter 2

Notes: I am using a French translator https://translate.yandex.com/?lang=fr-en&text=sir So if something isn’t right. I’m sorry!

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The next week was dreadful. Thanks to the Joker playing with a tank down near my home, business has been very slow. Only, one customer would visit, sometimes he would bring a young man with him, but normally he is alone.

It was now Monday, third week of February, and everyone was downstairs with me in the Parlor; helping me make my dress. Teeks barked twice, then walked toward the bakery.

“une seconde s'il vous plait” I said in rushed french, finishing up the seam I was in the middle of.

“pas pressé, veuillez prendre votre temps.” That’s surprising. His voice had a rough tone to it sounding familiar. I tapped my wrist watch checking to see the time.

“10:30 am” It spoke.

“Ooooh it’s him.” Trixx and Pollen teased. Ironically I thought the same thing. He was always here at the same time even with Joker making a mess of things. Satisfied with where I left off, I adjusted my hair and dusted off my dress. The room filled with small giggles as I walked out from the door under the stairs into the bakery.

“Good morning Monsieur. Would you like your usual?” I held a smile as I walked over to Teeks, scratching behind her head.

“Yes please. It’s been pretty quiet here lately.” He had a soft caring tone in his voice. Kind of different than his usual tired voice.

“Indeed, I guess no one knows I’m still open thanks to Joker.” I gave a distressed sigh as I filled up two cups of coffee and walked over to his table. Honestly, I’m glad I’m blind. If Trixx’s description is true, I’d be a clumsy mess and he’d have coffee all over his lap. I set our cups down and sat across from him. Teeks decided to stay by the counter but my silly blonde cat wanted to join us at the table.

“That is surely is concerning. If you don’t mind me asking, what were you doing under the stairs.” His question was expected but I just smiled. It was nice to have someone to talk to.

“It is, but it’s also okay. I was actually working on my gown for a charity event the Waynes are hosting.”

“Is that so. I’ll be going there myself. Will you have someone going with you?” He sipped his coffee. I held my cup taking in its warmth.

“I’ll be meeting with my uncle and friends there. I’m very excited. But no other than them, I don’t plan to take anyone with me.” I sipped my coffee giving a soft hum.

“I see.” He sounded disappointed? It was a little hard to pin point his exact feelings but it’s fun to learn. “What will your dress look like?”

“Mmm… . I won’t give you all the details, but its going to be a floor length gown and a little bit sparkling.” I smiled not wanting to give him all the details. He must have caught on and he too smiled as he talked.

“Aaah, a mystery. I’m intrigued. I can’t wait to see it.” I lifted my cup feeling my cheeks warm up from remark and tried to change my focus to something else.

“Will you be going with someone? I’m sure a dashing young man as yourself would be.” I smiled feeling the table under me move when he relaxed against it.

“I am, I’ll be taking my son Richard with me.”

“Oh, is he the young man you brought in a few times?” I asked.

“Yes, you remembered. I’m surprised.” He said bringing a smile on his lips.

“Of course I would. What about your wife, does she not like these kind of things?” I asked getting up and go back behind the counter pulling out two muffins.

“No wife. Just my son, our butler, and me. Never been married.” He stated. I won’t lie, it made me happy hearing that.

“I see.” Grabbed a couple napkins and walked back to our table handing him one. “Well I can’t wait to meet your son at the charity event.” My watch goes off letting me know it’s almost 12 o'clock letting out a defeated sigh.

“I guess I’ll get back to work.” He said picking up the muffin. “Thank you for your time. And this muffin.” He smiled picking up his suitcase and walked out of the bakery. I clicked my tongue signalling Noir to come over as I sat on the floor by Teeks.

“Geez, can’t he get anymore dreamy.” Trixx let out coming out from behind kitchen.

“Don’t be silly. Come on, let’s go finish the dress up and Jagged’s suit before he comes over to try it on.” I got up scratched Teeks hear again and walked back into parlor under the stairs.

The next days, our regular guest didn’t visit. Customers began to visit again after realizing I was open but none stayed long. One customer brought in a dog that barked at Teeks aggressively after that I had to put up a sign that said “Service Animals Inside Only.” Eventually after another week went by, I installed a porch cover and put outside chairs and tables for anyone who wanted to bring their fur babies with them. Water and food dishes were left outside, brought in and cleaned every night, and put outside filled through out the day.

Jagged showed up with Penny, trying on their outfits and was excited. Everything fit perfect in every direction and it helped hide Penny’s baby bump. She was only five months but she was worried she’d be showing too much.

“Perfect. Everything is rock n'roll Marinette.” Jagged said bringing back the hung suit.

“He’s right. They are perfect. Do you have any plans for your birthday after tomorrow?” Penny asked rubbing her stomach. They plan to name the baby Penelope Marinette if a girl, and for a boy Marin Oliver. I’m the honorary Godmother of their baby so to me, it’s even more of an honor to have then carry my name. Hehe.

“I’m not sure, Chloe, Kagami, and Adrian are going to be here tomorrow for the charity event too so maybe something with them.” I said, taking their clothes and put them in their suit bags to take to the hotel.

“Then let’s celebrate together the six of us. I’m sure it be a blast! I mean your already celebrating your birthday at the charity, so why not.” Jagged said.

“As much as that sounds like fun, I can’t leave my shop closed for the whole day.” I said.

“True.” Jagged sat down and thought for a minute letting Teeks. “Then how about we go out for.” If it was meant to be a question it didn’t come out that way. Before I could say any further, Noir was meowing upstairs demanding I let him out.

“I guess we better go. Love you Mari well see you tomorrow at the Wayne Manor. You sure you don’t want us to pick you up?” Penny asked hugging me good bye.

“Yes I’m sure. I’ll meet you guys there at 7. Get some rest tonight and no heels Aunt Penny. Flats or comfort shoes. I make sure your dress could hide em.” I gave her a wink then hugged Jagged.

“Your sure Fang is alright here with your mischief kitty?” He asked me just before letting go.

“Yes Uncle Jagged I’m positive they will let along great. I’ll even wash him before you pick him up.” With a satisfied nod, he leaves the bakery Penny in his arms. I lock the door waving bye once more then closes the curtains. “So tired. Well, let’s get upstairs and rescue the Noir.” I chuckled to myself as Teeks and I walked upstairs. The moment the door opened Noir shot past me and ran downstairs to hide. More likely above the fridge with Plagg. Fang laid on my couch snugged and asleep. I just shook my head and unlocked the cat door for Noir locking my house door, and went off to bed.

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#maribat #mlb x dc #Marinette x Bruce #A Blind Meeting #brucinette

[ryqoshay]

How to Handle a Nico: Pomme d’Maki

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Words: ~2.4k Rating: K with just a hint of T Time Frame: Late during Maki’s 2nd year and Nico’s 4th year in college. Story Arc: Stand Alone

Author’s Note: I’m late for my timezone, but it’s still the 14th somewhere in the world! So... yay? Happy Velentine’s Day!

“Ne, Maki-chan.”

“Mmm?” The named redhead looked up from her book to see her raven-haired girlfriend leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Got any plans for the 14th?”

“The 14th?”

Wait for it. Nico knew Maki was in studying mode and it would take a moment for her to register the significance of… oh, there she goes. That’s the reaction she wanted.

“I thought that much would be obvious.” The younger girl stated.

“You thought what would be obvious?” The older girl couldn’t help teasing.

“Mohhh…” Maki protested. “It’s obvious that I’m going to go on a date with my girlfriend.”

Nico had to admit she was impressed Maki made it through the statement without stuttering. Of course, she also blessed Nico with an adorable blush as well, which always made the teasing worth it. Even after over a year of being together, officially, Maki would still get embarrassed when talking about their relationship, and Nico couldn’t help exploiting that fact for her cute reactions.

“Just like last year.” Maki added.

And technically, the year before that. Nico thought to herself. And the year before that. And the year before that…

“I thought Maki-chan didn’t have time for dates.” Just like last year. And the year before that. And…

Maki shot her a deadpan look. Cute.

“I suppose I could just stay in and study.” Maki stated flatly.

And that was exactly what Nico wanted her to say.

“You know, staying in might not be such a bad idea…” Nico pondered, complimenting her contemplative tone by putting a finger to her chin and glancing upward.

“Wha? Wait, I thought…” Maki protested.

“Valentine’s Day is to celebrate romance and couples and lovely dovely stuff, right?”

“Well, yeah…”

“But Nico is an idol, so Nico can’t be doing that kind of stuff.”

Now Maki tilted her head to the side. She had been able to return fire for the initial volley of teasing, but now she was confused. “We’ve been dating for over a year…” she pointed out.

“And we’ve gotten off lucky so far, but Nico can only make so many excuses.”

“Have your producers been accusing you of anything?”

“There are always going to be rumors, especially about the two of us, since we’ve been so close, even before we started dating.”

“So… do you not want to go on a date on Valentine’s?” There was no mistaking the disappointment in Maki’s voice.

“Of course Nico wants to spend time with her favoritest Maki-chan on Valentine’s.” Nico assured. “But maybe keeping a low profile this year might help me combat some of those rumors?”

“I suppose…”

“So, this year, how about we celebrate here?” Nico suggested. “I’ll make a super special Valentine’s meal for us. And you know, tomatoes are red and that’s one of the big colors of the holiday so…”

The change in demeanor was immediate. A home cooked meal made by her favorite chef and using her favorite ingredient was a temptation Maki seldom passed up. “I guess it can’t be helped.” The younger girl decided, turning her prior disappointment into some return teasing.

“I’ll be sure to decorate this place.” The older girl offered. “And we can still dress up. Maybe you can see what else your friend has in her closet?”

“You know I moved some of my own stuff from home. A while ago, in fact.”

“Well Nico can’t wait to see what Maki-chan chooses.” A timer going off caught her attention. “Oh, dinner’s done. Help me set the table.”

Maki nodded, closed her textbook and followed her girlfriend into the kitchen.

“Welcome home!” Nico called from the kitchen as she heard the door open. “Happy Valentine’s Day!” She added, knowing the identity of the new arrival without needing to see her.

“That smells delicious, Nico-chan.” Maki replied from the entry as she removed her shoes. “And the decorations are very… you.”

Nico chuckled at the observation. “Just trying to match Maki-chan’s Christmas zeal.”

Though delivered in a teasing tone, there was a lot of truth in the statement. Nico’s passion for the holiday had historically been strictly idol related, until she fell for Maki and it took on a new meaning for her. Then they started dating and it became her second favorite holiday overall, edged out ever so slightly by Maki’s birthday.

Nico smiled as she heard her girlfriend take a deep breath as she entered the kitchen.

“I’d tell you not to peek and ruin the surprise, but Nico knows she has more cards up her sleeves than just what you see here.”

“Tomato soup?” Nico could practically hear the salivation in Maki’s tone.

“Not just any tomato soup; Provencal tomato rice soup.”

“French?”

“Yup. Home of the pomme d’amour.”

“Home?” Maki closed the distance between the two and slid an arm around the other girl. “I thought tomatoes came from the Americas? Southern and Central?”

Nico giggled. Of course Maki would know her tomato history. “Yeah, but France is where they got the name.” She explained before turning her head to accept the kiss she knew her girlfriend wanted. “And Valentine’s is a day to celebrate love, thus pomme d’amour. Oh, and these are real pomme d’amours.”

“Pommes d’amour.” Maki corrected. “The apples are the plural, not the love.”

“Nico’s love for Maki-chan is plural.”

“I-I… I don’t get it?”

Nico laughed at her girlfriend's adorable reaction. “But as I was saying, these tomatoes are actually from France.”

“You had tomatoes shipped from France?”

“Well, their seeds at least. They’re a hybrid based off the Marmande and are called Marbonne.”

“You grew them?” Maki’s glance found the living room and drifted toward the hallway leading to the bedrooms. “Where? In Nozomi’s room?”

“At Eli’s. Hey!” Nico swatted Maki’s hand away. “When did you get that spoon?”

“I just…”

“You’ll be able to have as much as you want in a moment.” Nico pointed to the table. “Go sit down and I’ll bring this out and we can have a proper meal. No pouting.”

Maki pouted anyway.

“Alright, let me just get this off…”

Without a word, Maki’s reached up to beat Nico to the bow securing the cook’s apron. Nico relented and let her girlfriend untie the strings. She resisted the urge to tell Maki to be careful with her hair as Maki’s hands moved up to her neck. Thankfully, Maki seemed to realize that Nico had specifically chosen the apron with and adjustable neck strap and thus slowly and carefully worked the clasp loose to avoid the need of pulling it over Nico head.

“Had your fun?” Nico smirked once the apron was off.

“Some…” Maki admitted.

“Well we have all night to continue that kind of thing. But right now, Nico is hungry and knows Maki-chan is as well.” She glanced down, expecting confirmation from her girlfriend’s belly.

“Maybe if I could just taste…”

“Maki-chan is incorrigible.”

“Only because Nico-chan’s cooking is irresis…” Maki cut off as the inevitable growl finally came.

“Table. Now. Go.” Nico shooed the other girl away.

Maki took the hint this time and made her way to her chair. Nico followed with the soup.

“And now for the first course of Nico’s Super Special Valentine’s Day Tomato Banquet!” the raven-haired girl announced, ladling out a serving for both her girlfriend and herself.

“Tomato Banquet?” Maki’s interest was piqued. “You mean…?”

“Yup, you’ll soon find that tomatoes are not just in the appetizer.” Nico took her seat. “Bon appétit!”

Maki wasted no time in grabbed her spoon, filling it with soup and bringing it to her lips. “Mmmm… that’s so~ go~od!” Her eyes closed and her shoulders pulled up as she savored the aftertaste.

Nico felt herself smile as she watched the redhead go for another spoonful. Sure, Nico would agree that her cooking was superb, in fact she often bragged about her skill, but watching Maki’s reactions was far more enjoyable than eating it herself. As such, she was barely halfway through her own bowl when Maki was finished.

“More?”

“Please.”

“Alright, but be sure to leave room for the main course.”

Maki nodded enthusiastically before draining her second serving.

“Alright, on to course two.” Nico got up and made her way back to the kitchen. There, she retrieved a pan from the oven and moved its contents to a prettier serving plate. “Turkish style stuffed tomatoes!” She announced, bringing the food back to the table.

“You grew tomatoes from Turkey as well?” Maki asked in amazement.

“Yup!” Nico placed a couple tomatoes on each of their plates. “Diamontino is apparently a popular kind there, so it was easy to get the seeds. I wanted to find out more about them, but I guess there is a movie with that title, so I kept finding reviews about that instead of the tomatoes.”

Maki chuckled before slicing off her first bite. As far as Nico was concerned, Maki appeared to be on cloud nine as she savored each mouthful. Conversation was light and as tomato themed as the meal, but that was fine as both girls were happy; Maki with tomatoes and Nico in watching Maki.

“Ready for course three?”

“There’s another?”

“Dessert!”

Maki blinked. “A dessert made with tomatoes?”

Nico grinned before retrieving said dessert from the fridge. “Southern tomato pie from the United States.”

“Tomato… pie?”

“It’s popular during tomato season in the southern states.” Nico explained, dividing up the pie. “Obviously, February is a long way away from then, but when I’m growing them myself inside, it’s always tomato season.”

“And the tomatoes are… green?” Maki inspected the slice she had been given.

“Cherokee Green, in fact. They’re ripe even if they don’t look like it.”

“Interesting.”

“Yeah, I was skeptical at first, but the author of the recipe I found liked them, so we’ll see.”

Though initially seeming hesitant, Maki brought a sizable forkful to her mouth without a tasting nibble first. Her eyes told Nico everything before she spoke. “This is amazing, Nico-chan.”

“I’m glad.” Nico replied. “I must admit I was a bit worried about this one, but a tomato is a fruit like any apple or berry or whatever else you might want to put in a pie, so…”

“Tomatoes are actually berries,” Maki pointed out “unlike many things we call berries; strawberries or raspberries for example.”

“Of course, Maki-chan would know such things about her favorite food.” Nico laughed. “And now it’s time for the pièce de résistance!”

“There’s more after dessert?”

“Sort of.” Nico went to get the final item. “It’s edible, sure, but it’s more a gift than part of the meal.” She handed a colorfully wrapped box to Maki.

“Is it a chocolate tomato?”

Nico almost snorted. “Just open it already.”

Maki did as she was instructed. “Pomme d’Maki?” She read the label attached to the stem of the tomato within.

“The fruit of Nico’s labor.” Nico proclaimed proudly. “Literally. That is no ordinary tomato you are holding, Maki-chan, but a unique, special hybrid made by me.”

“You… bred a new cultivar of tomato… for me?” Maki’s voice wavered a bit.

“I first cross-pollinated the Cherokee Green with the Diamontino and the Marbonne with some local Momotaro, then did the same the two results, which lead to the creation of the Pomme d’Maki!”

“That’s… three generations…” Maki thought aloud “At least, assuming you didn’t have issues with the cross-pollination. And with each generation being…” She looked up at Nico “You’ve…” She swallowed. “You’ve been planning… this…” She choked on the last word.

“Pretty much since Valentine’s of last year.”

“Nico-chan, that’s…” She cut off again, this time reaching out and pulling Nico into a hug. From her sitting position, she buried her face in Nico’s chest. “That’s so amazing…” She managed to get out while trying valiantly to hold back the tears. “… no’ fair…” Nico could barely make out the murmur.

“Nico sometimes has to think outside the box when it comes to getting gifts for someone like Maki-chan.” Nico admitted, patting her girlfriend on the head.

“…an’ you…” Came a muffled thanks.

Nico chuckled. “You’re welcome, Maki-chan.”

It took a good several minutes before Maki was able to compose herself again and slowly pulled away from Nico.

“Say, uhm… I hate to ask…” Maki’s hand went up wipe the moisture from her eyes before she started to twirl her hair as she thought about how to phrase her question. “What happened to all of the other tomatoes?”

“Don’t worry, Maki-chan.” Nico laughed. “They didn’t go to waste. Some I gave to Eli and Nozomi in thanks for helping me tend to the plants, but most I used in my cooking here.”

Maki furrowed her brow. “But I would have tasted the difference with the Marbonnes or seen the color of the Cherokee Green.”

“I figured your discerning taste would figure it out if I used them on their own, so I blended them with the Momotaros you’re used to.” Nico explained. “There was a reason I chose that kind as the fourth for the cross-pollination process.”

“Wait, you told me you found a better supplier and that’s why the tomatoes tasted better.”

“Technically I did find a better supplier; me.”

Maki opened her mouth as though to protest, but closed it again, realizing Nico had made a good point. “Anyway, d’Amour shouldn’t be abbreviated since the romanization of my name starts with an M.”

Nico knew Maki was just covering her embarrassment from her emotions earlier and not actually criticizing her gift and so she just shrugged. “I’m not French.”

“Yeah, but… oh never mind.” Maki stood up and pulled Nico in for another hug. “Thank you, Nico-chan. This has been an amazing Valentine’s Day. But I kind of feel bad that all I brought for you in return are chocolates.”

“The same chocolates you’ve given me since high school?”

“Yeah…”

“I love those chocolates, Maki-chan. And I love that it’s become a tradition that you give them to me every year.”

“I love you, Nico-chan.” Maki leaned down.

“I love you too, Maki-chan.” Nico tilted her chin up to accept the kiss. “So,” she said, pulling away after a moment “what do you want to do next? We have plenty of the evening left for a movie or… ah!” She gasped slightly as she felt a tug on the zipper on the back of her dress. “Or I suppose we could pick up where we left off with the apron…” She decided, pushing back up for another kiss.

Author’s Notes Continued in Followup Post

#NicoMaki #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #How to Handle a Nico #Love Live #fanfic