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The Set-Up Scam

Summary: They’ve always been friends first and foremost - Emma and Killian, Killian and Emma - until suddenly, they’re something a little more too. But with a $600 betting pool on the line about when they’ll actually get together - well, maybe there’s incentive to keep the good news a secret. ~5.5k. Rated T for language. Also on Ao3.

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A/N: Merry Christmas, @nevertothethird! I was delighted to be your pair for @cssecretsanta2020. It’s been wonderful chatting with you, and I look forward to a full stalking. ;)

You said you liked secret dating, friends to lovers, and characters being forced to work together - so I, like a fool, tried to include all three. I hope you like the result!

Special thanks, as always, to my beta, @snidgetsafan - the greatest treasure under any tree.

Tagging: @ohmightydevviepuu, @welllpthisishappening, @thisonesatellite, @let-it-raines, @kmomof4, @scientificapricot, @thejollyroger-writer, @superchocovian, @teamhook, @optomisticgirl, @winterbaby89, @searchingwardrobes, @katie-dub, @snowbellewells, @spartanguard, @phiralovesloki, @profdanglaisstuff

Enjoy - and let me know what you think!

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They’re friends, first and foremost. Best friends, really - Killian and Emma, Emma and Killian. Partners in crime and two peas in a pod and every other cliché there is (and Killian would definitely know all of them). It’s been that way since the very beginning, when Killian let her peek at his attendance quiz answers in that awful intro to astronomy class in college. Their relationship had grown from there: late nights in the library and each others’ dorm rooms, studying or watching movies or chatting, all the way through graduation and eventually grad school. They get each other in a way that usually doesn’t happen for Emma, both coming from rough backgrounds and determined to make the world a better place because of it. Hell, they even work together now at Misthaven County Middle School - Killian as an English teacher, and Emma as a guidance counselor.

And all that time, it’s been strictly platonic.

It’s not like Emma hasn’t looked. He’s an objectively good looking man, and smart and sweet and funny. But he’d been in some “it’s complicated” situation with a grad student when they’d met, and then Emma was in that weird period where she and Graham gave it a shot, and by the time they were both available… well, by that time, they’d been Emma and Killian. Killian and Emma. A collective, a pair, absolutely entwined every way but romantically. He’d become her person, and it wasn’t worth risking that. There was no guarantee a romantic relationship would work out, anyways - or that Killian felt the attraction too.

The thing, though, is that they’re Emma and Killian. Killian and Emma. Always together, always in each other’s stories, two birds of a feather. People constantly think that they’re together - or should be.

Emma doesn’t really mind, most of the time. She and Killian usually think it’s pretty funny, trading stories back and forth on his or her couch. Where it gets annoying is when each and every one of their friends are determined they should be dating. It’s been years of meaningful looks and hints about “so why aren’t you seeing anyone, Emma?” - but the last straw is the stupid, stupid bet.

“I just don’ unnerstand why you and Killian aren’t a couple!” slurs Mary Margaret, assistant principal and friend, at her yearly end-of-summer bash. “You’re ovviously in loooooooooove.”

“Sure we are, Mary Margaret,” Emma placates.

“But why haven’t you yet?” she demands. “You made me lose the pool!”

That draws Emma up short. “I’m sorry, what?”

The little pixie-haired brunette frowns. “Don’t you know? We’ve had a betting pool going for ages about when you’d get together this year. I thought for sure it’d be the Fourth of July.”

It’s a good guess, actually - Ruby throws a famously boozy bash every year at her grandmother’s diner, conveniently situated right below the inn. It’d make sense for them to get drunk and take things upstairs - except for the fact that none of this is rooted in sense in any way, shape, or form.

“That obviously didn’t happen,” Mary Margaret frowns sorrowfully, staring down into her plastic cup full of god-knows-what. It doesn’t last long, though, as she perks right back up. “But they let me make a new guess! I’ve got my money on the Friday after your birthday.”

“How much money are we talking here?” Emma can’t help but ask. It��s like a compulsion, one she doesn’t like or understand.

“Five hundred and fifty dollars.” At least that’s what she thinks Mary Margaret says; the slurring gets particularly bad on the f-sounds. It’s an astounding sum. Truly stupid.

Kind of tempting.

“And everyone bet that it would happen this year?” she makes sure to clarify.

“Yup!” Mary Margaret pops the p-sound and then giggles to herself about the noise.

“Then I’m putting fifty dollars on it not happening this year. That Killian and I won’t get together.”

———

She means it at the time, too. Because yeah, there’s sometimes that niggling little what if?, but they’ve known each other for eight years. Emma and Killian. Killian and Emma. It’s not going to happen - honestly she’s not even sure she would want it to.

Until.

It’s not the Friday after her birthday, when they’re all going to hit the bar, but it’s the night before her birthday - a Tuesday. Killian comes over to grade vocab quizzes and eat greasy pizza, and stays to drink beer and watch stupid baking shows with her on the couch. Honestly, in so many ways, it’s a night like any other: two friends, just enjoying each other’s company.

Until.

Maybe it’s the beers. Maybe something’s been building for longer than she ever thought. Maybe it’s just that they’re both feeling good and, well, it is her birthday. But Killian kisses her - or she kisses Killian - they kiss each other and it’s like something slots into place. Like of course this was going to happen - they were just waiting for the perfect moment. It makes sense, in a way that Emma hasn’t let herself think about; he’s the person she trusts most, the best man she knows, probably the most important person in her life. Her best friend - and, probably, something more.

“That was…” he gasps, some indeterminable amount of time later. Somehow, he’s wound up on top of her on the couch - not that she’s complaining.

“Only the beginning,” Emma completes, smirking in a way she definitely picked up from him.

Now that this has started, she has no intention of stopping.

———

“Ok, don’t kill me - or, like, run away immediately - but I need a favor. A huge one,” Emma says much later, both of them naked and sated beneath her sheets.

Killian laughs beside her, peering up from the pillows with a smile. “After that, darling, I’m predisposed to give you just about anything you want.”

“And I’ll give it to you again,” she quips back, mostly to make him keep laughing. It works. “But seriously. Did you know that everyone’s got a bet going on us?”

That pops his head up. “I’m sorry, a bet? I… What? Who?”

“Seems like pretty much everyone. Ruby, Mary Margaret, David, Robin, Belle… I could go on and on. A six hundred dollar pool on when we get together.”

“Typical,” Killian mutters - though Emma catches a fond note in his tone. “Who’s the lucky winner, then?”

“Ok, this is where the favor comes in.” Hopefully this isn’t a breaking point for him; Emma would hate to have this taste of them, only to have it ripped away from her. “See, Mary Margaret told me about this when she got trashed at the back to school party, and I’d had a few too and was all hopped up on righteous fury or whatever, and I kind of… put fifty dollars in the pot that we wouldn’t get together this year at all.”

Killian stares at her for a moment, and Emma’s frankly scared that he’s going to get out of bed and go - but instead, he bursts into a near-hysterical cackle. “So you want to keep this a secret until the new year, so you can win the pot?”

Emma grins, knowing she must look like the cat that ate the canary (or however that weird-ass saying goes - again, English is Killian’s thing). “Exactly. We could spend it on a weekend getaway or something.”

“I’m in, then. Under the radar.”

“It’s just two months and change,” Emma says. “It’ll speed by. How hard can it be?”

———

Turns out - their friends are determined to make it as hard as possible. Even if they don’t know it.

Things are fine, at first. In fact, nothing really changes: Emma and Killian still show up at each others’ doors most nights, and Killian comes to hang out and grade papers in her office during his free periods most days. It’s just that their evenings are now filled with kisses and touches, and those afternoons in her office with all kinds of promises of things to come. It’s thrilling, in a way, to put on the front of normality for everyone else while only they know the truth. It’s nice, too, to be able to get their feet underneath them in this relationship without so many prying eyes watching them figure it all out.

Just because they don’t know, though, doesn’t mean their friends stop trying. There’s a bet on the line, after all, and their friends have never exactly been ones to step back and let things naturally run their course. Not for those busybodies; not with six hundred dollars and Emma and Killian’s supposed happiness on the line.

(The fact that they’re right - that the two of them really are happiest together - is irrelevant.)

David, of all people, is the first to start meddling.

“Do you guys want to get dinner?” he asks out of the blue one day - calls Emma up on her phone and everything. “You and Killian and me and Mary Margaret, I mean.”

Emma’s antenna raises immediately. “What, like a double date? C’mon, David —”

“No! No,” he says hastily - a little too hastily, Emma thinks. “No, a cousin of mine - Kris, you’ve met him - he’s opening up his own restaurant. Some place with Scandinavian food, I guess?”

“That’s actually a thing?”

“I guess. I don’t know, he studied abroad in Norway in college. Anyways, he could use a little business, support or whatever, so Mary Margaret and I figured we’d bring some extra people along. You know, help him out. And maybe Scandinavian food is good after all.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

The line sits silent for a moment, before David breaks. “So… you in?”

And as much as Emma suspects this is all some elaborate set-up - well, it’s supposed to be to help someone else. David’s cousin, who she has in fact met and is really a good guy. And so she reluctantly agrees. “Yeah, I’m in. One of us will have to check with Killian if he’s available —”

“What, he’s not right there with you?”

(He is, his lips kiss-swollen and pulled into a delicious smirk, but that’s not the point and none of David’s business.)

“ — but yeah, I’m down.”

In the week between the call and the dinner, Emma actually finds herself starting to look forward to it. Yeah, it won’t be a real date - not with David and Mary Margaret there - but it’s still a chance to wear a pretty dress that’ll make Killian’s eyes bug a little. She’ll have to pick something he’ll have fun taking off of her later, once they’ve pretended to go back to their own homes.

Emma’s just pulling into the parking lot, however, when her phone rings, David’s name popping up on the screen.

“We’re not going to make it tonight,” he says without preamble, followed by the most fake-ass cough Emma’s ever heard in her life. “We’re sick.”

“Yeah, sick off your own lies,” Emma mutters. “Alright, well, I guess we’ll go another time —”

“Oh no, I insist you guys still have dinner. You and Killian deserve to have a night off!”

“David, c’mon, don’t play dumb —”

He ignores her. “Besides, you’ll be doing me - and Kris - a huge favor. I already told him to charge whatever you guys get to me. Splurge a little, have dessert and a bottle of wine. It’s all on me.”

Killian climbs out of his own car as David pleads his case, cocking his head in confusion at the no doubt frustrated look on Emma’s face. He looks like he wants to kiss it better; Emma wishes he could actually do so.

“Fine,” she caves. “If you’re sure. But I’m running up the bill.”

“You say that like it’s a surprise.”

Emma takes particular glee in ending the call. She should have seen this coming. “Looks like David has come down with a possibly fatal cough, so he and Mary Margaret aren’t coming tonight,” she tells Killian, rolling her eyes. No need to resist that particular urge.

He snorts. “Ah, liar-itis. I thought he might be coming down with a case.”

“Complicated by meddler’s cough. Don’t forget that.”

“Of course not.” He dips down to capture her lips in a gentle, lingering kiss - another urge they don’t have to resist with none of their friends around to see it. “You look lovely tonight, Swan.”

She smirks back. “I know.”

“Of course you do,” he laughs. “I’m sure you wore that just to torment me through dinner. Now, shall we?”

“We shall.” Emma slips her hand through his offered arm. “Dinner’s on David, by the way.”

“I’d expect nothing less.”

———

“So, how was dinner?” David asks the next day, his cough mysteriously cleared up.

“Good,” Emma replies, knowing exactly what he’s digging for. “Your cousin’s got a good lingonberry cheesecake. Don’t worry, Killian and I totally ran up the bill. Kris has been well supported. You’re welcome.”

“And?” he demands.

Emma makes sure to play up her confusion. “And… what? It was a great dinner, might even go back if I ever have a date, and then I went home. Honestly, what did you expect to happen, David?”

Even through the phone, she can almost hear him audibly deflate. Something like a sigh, or perhaps the sound of his entire plan collapsing in on itself. Personally, Emma thinks it’s hilarious.

(It’s especially funny when she vividly remembers the way Killian had stripped her out of that dress, can still feel the scratch of his beard on her inner thighs.)

(But again - those are things that David doesn’t need to know.)

———

The set-ups multiply like rabbits, and Emma starts to notice her and Killian being forced into more and more situations together, just the two of them. Fuck only knows why they think these clumsy attempts will work; after all, Emma and Killian held out for 8 years of each other’s company before finally getting together (without anyone’s help, she might add). Still,

Trivia night is a weekly tradition for them all, down at the Rabbit Hole. Some weeks, the turnout is good; sometimes, not so much. They usually meet up at someone’s house and carpool from there because there’s not a ton of parking spots outside the bar, and it’s always worked well - two, maybe three cars instead of a half dozen or more. It’s a good time, and Emma always finds herself looking forward to Thursdays.

Tonight, they’ve met at Robin’s, Killian’s former roommate. It’s a good crowd tonight, too - Robin and his fiance Marian, Mary Margaret with David, Belle the librarian, Ruby and Mulan, even Graham and Lance and Tink. The gang’s all here, probably trying to let loose a bit before holiday obligations set in, and they’re raring to go - all twelve of them.

Emma hopes that it’s not planned - that there just happen to be two cars and then some worth of people here - but it’s more likely planned. Robin probably twisted their arms to come, just for this.

“Emma, would you mind checking the door one more time?” he calls as they congregate in the driveway. “I’m sure I locked it, but I’ve just got that niggling little feeling…”

“Sure, no problem.” And it isn’t - it’s checking the damn door. Except it’s actually winding down his stupidly picturesque front garden path to the front door, and then having to maneuver around the always-unlocked outer glass door to make sure that the real door is locked, and then maneuvering and winding and everything back… and by the time Emma makes it back, everyone’s already piled into Mary Margaret’s station wagon and Robin’s little SUV, even the middle seats everyone usually hates, leaving just the conniving man himself and Killian standing on the asphalt.

“Sorry, looks like the two of you will be riding together,” Robin says, not seeming remotely sorry. “This is convenient anyways! I know how much time you two spend together, if you decide that it’s easier to crash together afterwards… it wouldn’t be a problem for the extra car to stay here overnight.”

“Oh, I’m sure it wouldn’t be,” Emma grumbles. “I don’t suppose you have any underlying motive here, do you Robin? Say, to the tune of six hundred dollars?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” he responds cheerily. “I just really, really want you to know that you can keep your options open. And, you know, other euphemistic things if the urge moves you.”

Asshole.

(Emma does not leave her car at Robin’s overnight - but that doesn’t stop Killian from meeting her at her place afterwards.

“This euphemistic enough for you, love?” he teases as Emma pulls at his shirt, trying to tug the cotton tee over his head.

“How’s this for a euphemism: fuck me.”

“That’s not exactly how that word works, Swan.”

“I could not possibly give fewer shits about semantics than I do right now, Killian, unless it somehow relates to you getting your pants off.”

Somehow, even in the midst of their frantic stripping, he manages to laugh. “As you wish.”

She’s always preferred straight talking anyways.)

———

“Thank god I found you both!” Mary Margaret declares, bursting into Emma’s office a little too dramatically for her tastes. Until now, she and Killian had been having a wonderful lunch together, but that’s obviously a thing of the past now.

“That seems a little extreme for a Friday,” Killian comments mildly as he sets his cafeteria burger back down on the styrofoam tray. Personally, Emma thinks the cafeteria food is disgusting, but Killian’s got a real fondness for the cheeseburgers, and especially the french fries. No one’s perfect, she guesses. “What terrible impending tragedy can Emma or I save you from, Mary Margaret?”

“Kathryn’s father is in the hospital, so she and Fred can’t work their assigned booth at the Winter Carnival tomorrow.” Storybrooke County School District’s charity carnival is a tradition every winter - one Mary Margaret takes very seriously. Something that’s clearly about to come back and bite them all in the ass. “Would you two be able to cover tomorrow? You’d be doing me such a huge favor…”

Killian raises a single eyebrow as he turns to meet Emma’s eye - that eyebrow that always seems like a dare. “My schedule’s clear this weekend. Count me in. What do you say, Swan, think you can find room in your schedule to save Mary Margaret from the tragedy of all tragedies?”

Emma rolls her eyes at the way he’s putting it on thick, but truth be told, her only plans had been spending the day with Killian. Might as well. “Sure, what the hell,” she says, reaching for another bite of her microwave pizza. “I don’t have anything else going on.”

In retrospect, Emma realizes that Mary Margaret could have done something terrible with this - assigned them to the kissing booth or something. God, she hopes that there’s not a kissing booth at a middle school carnival, but it feels like just the kind of thing she’d pull. Thankfully, they’re set up at the ring toss game. It’s not strenuous in the least; they don’t even have to take money, just paper tickets. Really, the only questionable thing is that they’re crammed right together in the box formed between the booth walls and the counter and the table of bottles behind them. Maybe that’s something that would have bothered her a few weeks ago, back when they were Emma and Killian but not Emma and Killian. Now, it’s just an excuse to get right up in his space and enjoy all those little touches, right under everyone’s nose.

(Maybe, every time they have to duck under the counter to retrieve poorly-thrown rings, Killian takes the opportunity to steal a quick kiss while no one else can see. And maybe - just maybe - Emma uses those same opportunities to steal her own kisses right back.)

“Soooooo, how’s it going?” Mary Margaret chirps when she pops up out of nowhere mid-afternoon. It’s like she thinks she’ll find them making out in the middle of the carnival or something. Which… fair. The urge is there. But they’re professionals - and Emma wants that money, dammit. She’s not caving here.

“Just fine, Mare,” Emma replies. “Nothing worth reporting.”

“There’s not? You two are looking awfully cozy in there… nothing to report?”

“Well, you’re the one who set up the booths, so…”

“Aye, just making the best of it,” Killian helpfully adds.

Emma almost feels guilty about the way that Mary Margaret visibly deflates.

“You know this was another ridiculous set-up, right, love?” Killian asks once their friend has walked away. “She probably never even needed our help. It was all a ploy.”

“I see it now,” Emma sighs. “I had just weirdly hoped she’d be above all that bullshit.”

Killian quirks that eyebrow yet again. “Mary Margaret? Infamous meddler? Of course not. It’s cute that you thought that though, darling.”

“Oh, shut up.”

(“Mary Margaret told me to take the weekend off, that they’d over-scheduled,” Kathryn tells Emma later when she tries to ask how the other woman’s father is doing. “Was that not the case?”)

(Fucking figures.)

———

Ruby, frankly, is not a surprise. In fact, if there was one person Emma would figure would be pulling this bullshit, it’s Ruby. The girl’s too competitive for her own damn good - not to mention that mile-wide chaotic streak running through her soul.

“Pucker up!” she crows, thrusting what Emma assumes is a sprig of mistletoe over her and Killian’s heads. They’re at Ruby and Mulan’s place for… some party; it’s probably, maybe holiday themed, but Ruby’s never needed an excuse to throw a party. Anything to get them all drunk and laughing and forgetting about the stresses of the week.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Emma demands. “Ruby, don’t be stupid. This isn’t college anymore.”

“Oh, like we ever did this in college,” Ruby scoffs with that devious twinkle in her eye. “Besides, college shenanigans are a state of mind. And I’m not giving that up. Now c’mon, no weaseling out of this.”

“It is the rules,” Mulan points out, appearing to slip her arm around Ruby’s waist and drop an affectionate - if slightly tipsy - kiss on her shoulder.

“Yeah, you hear that? Smart half says it’s the rules. So go ahead and pucker up and kiss him. And then go make out for a while and maybe bone each other so I can win the pool.”

Killian blushes a little bit at the phrasing - something that’s surprisingly cute on him, knowing how often he usually tosses around the innuendoes and exactly how dirty a mouth he has when they’re alone. Before Emma knows what he’s doing, he leans in to press a gentle kiss to her cheek, and then another, smacking one for good measure. “Who are we to deny the great, determined Ruby Lucas?” he proclaims grandly. “One kiss: delivered.”

Ruby’s face gets a bit mutinous; it’s the only word for that particular storm cloud, really. “No it isn’t! That’s cheating!”

“Eh. Technically, it was a kiss.” God bless Mulan for being the only one willing to go against Ruby when she’s got a plan; perks of being the girlfriend, Emma supposes.

“And more importantly, Rubes, that’s all you’re going to get from us.” And that’s Emma’s last word on the subject.

(“Happy Christmas, darling,” Killian whispers into her neck later once they’re back at her place, dangling his own sprig of mistletoe over their heads. “How about it? C’mon, give us a kiss.”

Emma is more than happy to comply.)

———

Emma wouldn’t say it’s common for her to get calls from the school librarian, Belle, but it’s not unusual either. So when Belle calls her up in mid-December, shortly before Christmas break, Emma doesn’t think twice about it.

“The new Scholastic catalogs are here,” Belle informs her. “I haven’t started sending them to classrooms yet, but if you want to take a look now…”

“I’ll be right there.” Yes, the catalogs are full of books for middle school students, but Emma still loves those things. They’re chock-full of nostalgia.

“I haven’t even taken them out of the box yet,” Belle explains when Emma meets her at the check-out desk. “They’re all still in the back room. Here, I’ll let you in.”

That should have been Emma’s clue here. Why would a box of new catalogs, just arrived in the mail, already be shoved into the storage closet? But Emma’s too excited about the prospect of those newsprint magazines to think about it. By the time Emma realizes there’s nothing in this little closet but printer paper and old yearbooks… Belle’s already closed and locked the door, trapping Emma inside.

So it’s yet another set up, most likely. It’s a good thing she’s not claustrophobic, at least.

Sure enough, not five minutes later, Emma can hear Killian’s voice outside the door.

“How many boxes did you say it was, Belle? I’m happy to help haul, but I’m just wondering if we should get a hand cart to assist.”

“Oh no, I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Belle’s voice responds. “Just a few trips for each of us. Right in here…”

And suddenly, Killian’s in the cramped little closet too, and the door is shut and latched behind them. Gee, what a surprise.

“Fancy meeting you here,” Emma comments dryly. Somehow, probably on some kind of ridiculous romantic instinct, Killian’s hands have already found their way to her hips. It’s nice, really, ignoring the circumstances.

His face is adorably confused, looking around the room and back to the door and then to Emma’s own face and all over again. “Did she just lock us in here?”

“Yeah, keep up, Jones,” Emma teases. “I assume another stupid set-up effort.”

That makes the confusion disperse alright, a smirk full of promise creeping across his face instead. “If that’s the case… we’ll just have to make the most of it.”

“Oh no you don’t,” she warns. “There’s a camera in here.”

“So? It’s not like she’s watching the monitors.”

“So, Belle recently started dating Will Scarlet in IT. You want to take the chance she locked us in here, and forgot to have her boyfriend monitor us?”

“Fuck,” Killian swears, dropping his head back in dramatic emphasis. “They’re really going overboard, aren’t they?”

“I’ll make it up to you later. I promise.”

Thirty minutes later, when Emma and Killian have done nothing but talk and try to find some little extra space in the crowded closet, Belle finally lets them out, just in time for the end of Killian’s free period.

“I’m sure you have no idea how that happened,” he comments, sarcasm dripping from every word.

“It’s just the weirdest thing,” Belle agrees.

Well, that’s one way of putting it.

(Emma makes it up to him, several times over, at her place that night, with a take-out pizza to boot.)

———

After what feels like an eternity, it’s finally here: New Year’s Eve. As long as they make it to midnight and the new year proper without anyone finding out, this whole ridiculous farce is over, and they can be the couple they’ve technically already been since October. Emma and Killian, Killian and Emma - but more than they had been before.

They’d spent Christmas together - not that that was anything unusual. With everyone else going to visit family, the two of them often spend the day together, eating take-out Chinese and watching holiday movies. Killian’s got a brother back in England that he makes sure to call, and some years Liam will fly over, but Killian usually saves his visits for summer vacation, when he can stay in whatever little English hamlet his brother calls home for weeks at a time. There’s always something nice about spending the holidays together, just the two of them, but it was extra special this year. Who knew Emma was the kind of girl who wanted to trade kisses under the Christmas tree between swapping gifts?

(Killian, apparently - but then again, he’s always claimed to know her better than she knows herself.)

“Just a few more hours,” he murmurs against her neck, twining his arms about her waist from behind as Emma carefully brushes on mascara. “Few more hours, and then it’s all in the open.”

“Thank god for that, too. After all the PDA we’ve gotten from certain people all these years, I’m looking forward to rubbing it in their faces a bit.”

They carpool to Mary Margaret and David’s, just like they do every year. It’s routine, really; Emma always crashes at Killian’s after the annual New Year’s Eve party so that someone is there to help her with the hangover in the morning. Killian makes better hashbrowns than anyone she knows - even Granny - and they always manage to pull her out of the worst of her misery. He’s good about taking care of her, too, with water and Advil and making sure to shut all the shades as tightly as possible. They even share a bed a lot of years; it’s just that tonight, Emma knows there will be a lot fewer clothes involved.

They drink. They eat. They mingle. Sometimes, they’re together, carefully not touching, and sometimes they drift apart. That’s how this party usually works, after all - and Emma is nothing if not committed to seeing this entire thing through, pretending nothing is different this year, that she and Killian definitely aren’t together. Nothing to see here, folks.

God, she’s so fucking lucky he didn’t cut and run once it became obvious just how much of a competitive lunatic Emma is.

Finally, though, it’s the moment - less than a minute left. Killian is already waiting for her by the patio doors, just like he promised. Emma is only too happy to wind her way over there, grinning when she finally finds herself in front of her boyfriend - about to be secret no longer. Behind them, the assembled drunken crowd loudly counts down the last seconds of the year. They keep their hands determinedly to themselves - just as agreed, so no one can try and claim anything happened before the strike of the new year - but Killian still looks at her with that twinkle in his eyes and wiggling eyebrows. It’s anticipation, and excitement, and a good bit of joy - knowing that soon, this will all be out in the open. No more keeping their hands to themselves.

“You ready for this, love?” he says just loud enough for her to hear as the clock hits ten seconds.

“Hell yeah,” she grins back - because she is. She so is. This has been a long time coming - years in the making, really - and you know what? The whole secrecy may have helped her wrap her head around the whole thing, as well as win her the pot, but she’s ready to take it public. Maybe rub it in everyone’s faces just how happy she is and how she did this on her own schedule. Why the hell not?

Cheers erupt all around them, and Emma’s grin stretches to something that almost hurts her face. Killian looks much the same. “Happy New Year, love,” he says, finally pulling her towards him by the hips. “I think it’ll be our best one yet.”

Fireworks are going on outside, lighting up the snow on the ground, but Emma can’t be bothered to pay attention - not when Killian attacks her lips with purpose, grinning happily into the kiss before she insistently deepens it, slipping her tongue into his mouth to play. It’s just another in a series of kisses, they know - but it’s more than that. It’s a display, in the best way, declaring them them.

Emma and Killian. Killian and Emma. A pair, a unit, a couple.

“HA!” shrieks someone across the room as their make-out finally gains attention. Emma thinks it might be Ruby - though, at this point, it might be Mary Margaret. Maybe both. It’s definitely Ruby who materializes just as Emma and Killian finally break apart with a laugh. “It’s about fucking time!”

“Yeah,” Emma agrees - something that seems to short-circuit Ruby’s brain for a moment, if that look on her face is anything to go by. “It really was. And you know what else?”

Ruby shakes her head mutely, that twist of her eyebrows demonstrating that she’s still trying to get her bearings about what the fuck is happening here.

“It’s the new year. That pot is mine.”

“That’s my girl,” Killian whispers in her ear.

Best. New Year’s. Ever.

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On January 1st of the new year, Emma and Killian - Killian and Emma - they, them, a pair, a unit, a couple take their six hundred dollars in winnings and treat themselves to a goddamn massive lunch at Granny’s. Together. In public. Because they deserve it.

Grilled cheese has never tasted so good to Emma - especially the crumbs off the corners of Killian’s lips.

#csss20 #cssecretsanta2020 #cs ff #captain swan #cs fanfiction #my writing #the set-up scam #secret dating #friends to lovers #oh my god and they were ACCOMPLICES #happy holidays everyone!

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twentythousandvolts · 3 years

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i think i am the exact demographic for geometry dash like. loooove shapes loooooooooove colors LOOOOVE dubstep and generql electronic music. it was Made for me ......

#epic post compilaion #yes i found thqt song i posted through a geometry dash level i found when i searched bfdi to laugh at them .

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all-of-the-imagines-for-eve · 4 years

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For the First Time ~ Embry Call

Request: "Can you do one of Embry and his reader Imprint make love for the first time I really love your stories" from @wolfpackgirlss

A/n: I looooooveeeeeee requests!! So very glad to know yall like my stuff :)

Word Count: 2000+

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Y/n was familiar with fast. Stumbling over yourself as you sped down a hill, or gripping anything you could grab as someone turned a corner too sharply while driving. She was incredibly familiar with quick kisses and giddy giggles and flushed cheeks and tight spaces and getting riled up just to run out of time, or chicken out and not end up going all the way.

She thought that would be how it was when she started dating Embry Call, too. He had the same hyperness as her. The same cheery goofiness. She was a little nervous to learn about the whole imprinting thing. She'd known about Sam and the pack long before him. She was Jared Cameron's cousin. Her parents had died a long time ago, and lived with him and his family. When he'd started acting dodgey, Y/n had pulled all the stops to figure out what was going on. Sam hadn't been too strict on the rules back then so it had been a lot easier. It had been kind of strange for the cute new wolf to give her the news in the most adorably awkward way that he had imprinted on her. But also absolutely thrilling.

Surely the energy from that first kiss would carry to everything else, too?

Despite all of that, things with Embry were moving slow.

Y/n knew how to date, but this seemed like whole new territory. Things with Embry seemed to be significantly more intimate no matter what he was doing. The way he said her name. The way he looked at her when she ranted, or how they worked together when either of them came up with an insanely mischievous plan and the other was completely gung-ho about making it happen. The way he hugged her, or kissed her cheek. All of it was wonderful and soft and warm and made them feel close.

It was overwhelming.

That was had probably kept them from having sex until now. Five months into their relationship and they hadn't even thought about it. Or, if they did, it was fleeting or not the right moment or the other wasn't in the mood, or there wasn't a good place to get down to business. It just seemed like it hadn't really lined up until that night.

But that night... Oh lord.

They were at Embry's, since he had far more family to bug them than he did. His mom was taking a night shift at her job in favor of letting her son have the house to himself to spend some quality time with his girlfriend. Things had been packed recently and they hadn't gotten much alone time.

At first, it was really chill as per usual. They made dinner and nearly got in a food fight before Embry, between his laughter, called a truce in favor of his mom not murdering him when she came home to the mess. They ate and then played a board game and then a card game, just messing around and chit chatting about whatever. Then they cuddled up on the couch as it started to get late, popping in a romance movie just to have something calm that would help them unwind.

Embry was soothingly warm and his hands kept trailing along her arms. Up and down, back and forth, in loopdy loops. Just little random patterns and paths that made no sense but made Y/n feel really nice and relaxed. She leaned back into him, humming in content every now and then.

She hadn't meant to. Her intentions hadn't been the result of her actions. She'd just shifted, looking back at her boyfriend as the cheesy climax of the movie hit and the couple kissed after arguing in the rain because that's really how romance movies be since forever. She giggled, parting her lips to make some joke about how lame they were... only to immediately get lost in Embry's eyes.

The TV reflected off of the brown color and made really cool shapes. Sensing her gaze, he looked down too. "What? Got something on my face?"

"Yeah," Y/n teased lightly, shuffling again so she was straddling him so she could actually reach his face. He was so tall, geez. "Right here-" she began by touching his cheek, then tracing his lips. "And here." Her other hand rose to gently press each thumb to his eyelids after he closed them. "Also, here." He opened his eyes as she moved her hands, her fingers brushing his jaw before wrapping around the back of his neck, her thumbs running along his cheek. "All over."

He had a sort of dreamy smile on his face. "And what exactly do I have all over my face, hm?"

She shrugged. "Makes me wanna look at it all the time though, whatever it is."

Embry laughed before pulling Y/n to him, kissing her. At first it was gentle but then suddenly it wasn't. The kiss was intense and hot and hard and deep and Y/n was running out of breath and her head was spinning but she just couldn't bring herself to pull away. Her hold on his face slipped even further back, her hands moving into his hair and gripping lightly. He gasped against her mouth and they both took the second to try and catch some air for their screaming lungs before diving back in again.

His hands were on her waits, slipping under the bottom of her shirt. His skin was hot on her stomach and back. So were his lips as she kissed him. And his neck as she rested her arms around it. He was always hot and now she felt like she was trapped in a room with no air and she leaned back, trying to get a grip on herself.

It was scary easy to get lost in him. She'd gotten overwhelmed again.

"Sorry," Embry rushed. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Y/n gasped. "You're just..." She looked up at him, finally focused. His lips were a little puffy, his hair a little messy. His pupils were huge and completely focused on her. He was incredibly beautiful and she found herself kissing him again. It was a lot, but it got easier to deal with every time she did it. Every moment was wonderful with him, especially when it came to kissing.

Suddenly something hard poked against her thigh. She snorted, having to break the kiss again as she rose an eyebrow. Embry wouldn't meet her eyes. She but her lip bef-re standing up and turning the TV off. Embry watched her curiously. She stood in fromt of him, holding out her hand. "What?" He asked, unsure of what she wanted.

She sighed, leaning down to this time press her lips to his throat. "Em, I want you."

He was instantly responsive, scooping her up and taking her to his room. She giggled as he lay her down gently then crawled over her, pulling his shirt off as he moved. He was kissing her again, this time his warmth completely covering every inch of her body and overloading her senses. This time she didn't fight it.

His hands pushed her shirt up, exploring her stomach and then slowly higher and higher. Suddenly she gasped, her heart racing. It really was so much, but she was also nervous. This was usually the point that they either had sex or he left. Despite knowing how powerful and never ending Imprinting was, Y/n suddenly found herself terrified that Embry would be gone tomorrow morning. Now that they'd hit this point, it was over.

"What?" Embry cooed soothingly, keeping his hands on her stomach since that had been what seemed to have set her off. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No," Y/n managed. She squirmed nervously. "We haven't... I mean, you... you're a virgin, aren't you?" Embry nodded without saying a word. It had been embarrassing for him to admit. She rushed to try to explain before he thought she didn't want him because he was a virgin. "I, um, you-" she grunted. "Promise me that you won't go away tomorrow, or that our relationship will turn to sex every time we're alone. I still want movie nights and food fights and wrestling matches you always win and teasing and all the other shit too."

Embry's expression softened. "Sweetheart, of course. You're stuck with me. I loooooooooove youuuuuuu." He dragged out the last two words, tickling Y/n's sides as he nearly sung them. Y/n slapped his hands away and they both giggled. He calmed very quickly though. "I'm serious Y/n. I want everything with you. Fights and kisses and what we were doing earlier and this too. I swear." Y/n grinned before pulling him down. This kiss was just as deep and passionate as the others that had lead here, but much slower and sweeter as well. "We'll take it slow, just like we always do, okay?" Y/n nodded.

First, Embry took Y/n's shirt off. He did it slowly as promised, and asked permission before he went into any new territory. He started a the bottom of her stomach, pushing the shirt out of the way inch by inch as he kissed up and up and up until he was at her neck and the garment was gone. Next were her pants, in the same fashion. He kissed her hip then down her thigh, calf, and then ankle before her pants were gone as well. He took his own pants off more quickly, hovering over her again.

His fingers slipped under her bra strap, moving up and down along the material, the back of his hand skimming across the skin of her shoulder. He then moved to kissing her neck, shoulder, and then the top of her arm as he slipped off each strap. "I'm going to take this iff now okay?" She nodded eagerly. It had been sweet at first but now it was more teasing and Y/n was getting quite antsy.

The bra finally fell. Then finally Y/n's underwear, followed by Embry's.

He tried to keep communication going, but words were soon replaced by breathless moans and gasps. Hands were curling and pushing and pulling and the two teenagers were overcome by pure pleasure. It was just as intimate as everything else they did, but felt far more amazing.

After they both finished, they lay in bed for a while. He played with her hair and she made trails on his chest mirroring the ones he'd made on her arm when they were still in the living room.

"How was it?" He asked softly.

"Really good," she praised, grinning.

He paused and once again, Y/n felt nervousness. And anxiety that demanded her to realize he was trying to find a way to break up with her now that he;d gotten what he'd wanted. "How about we get dressed and then finish that movie? Can't imagine how my mom would react if she found us like this, but let me tell you it will be very bad." Y/n chuckled before agreeing and they both did just that. They were cuddled up on the couch when his mom came back, the credits rolling for a long time as they talked quietly about the best and worst parts of the movie and what they might wanna watch next.

"Hey guy," Mrs. Call greeted. The kids echoed her greeting. "You guys have fun?"

Embry and Y/n met eyes and tried not to laugh. "I think it was a fantastic night overall," Y/n answered. "We should do it more often." the girl reached up and booped Embry's nose. She grinned down at her.

Mrs. Call and Y/n exchanged goodnights before Embry took her home for the night. They held hands as he drove and Y/n felt her anxiety roll of her shoulders as music played on the radio and they took the familiar rode back to her house. He was still in love with her. Still her Embry.

And, most importantly, he was still there to see her and hang out in the morning.

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thorn-amidst-roses · 3 years

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Had a weird dream last night that was like...supposed to be a super immersive videogame (I guess like a SAO deal) where I was aware of what it was, and apparently I was completely over it...

(Under a cut for longish post about BS)

So in the start I was getting reports about a demon horse that had its guts on the outside and I was like, yeah okay I can deal with that. I go to the location and there's this group of little kids that are like, "Sure, we'll show you where the horse is" and showed me to this kind of...horse barn that was one of those deals that has one door at the front, and then is a long narrow corridor and of course the 'demon horse' would be all the way at the back. So before I go in, I turn to the kids and go, "By the way, I know this is a trap. I've done this quest before. I just enjoyed kicking your ass that much." and went into the barn. The horse is like some negligible enemy and of course while I'm fighting it the kids fucking Katamari up into some sort of high level demon but apparently telling them I knew what was up leveled up the challenge rating and they kicked my ass flat. Fast forward a bit and I've recruited Husband to help me with this bullshit, and we're at an inn and I get woken up in the night by someone going room to room murdering people, and I'm like "you know what, not my circus not my monkeys" and locked the door. Next morning someone finds me and is all, "I think the killer is hiding out in my room" so I'm like uuuGGHHHHHH FINE make it my business why don't you And head on up with Husband. We're in the person's room, and there's a shape huddled under a blanket on the floor and I'm like, this shit again? And tell him to hold the guy who asked us to come up because this game

looOOOOOoooves

recycling gimmicks and he's gonna backstab me the second I investigate the blanket.

Naturally that’s exactly what tries to happen but having a P2 negates the sneak attack so we take care of that whole thing...

Then there was another quest line about some demon-possessed old man posing as a baby and turning young women who try to help it into zombies but that’s a whole other damn thing and the gist of the dream was “I am living a videogame and man does it suck”.

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meangirlsx · 4 years

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The End You Meant for Me (Part 3)

Pairing: Lydia Deetz x reader

Word count: 2144

Warning(s): None

Request: “Okay so like Lydia and her girlfriend spending a second christmas together and reader gets everyone in the house a gift, even beetlejuice! Lydia sees this as a huge step in their relationship because she sees how much her girlfriend has changed in a year considering she was very nervous, felt bad only getting Lydia a gift. To how shes more open and friendly with Charles and Delia, how she pokes fun at Beetlejuice, and how close she is to Adam and Barbara. Lyds is just head over heels in love.” and “Would you mind doing a Lydia x Reader (or Cady x Reader if you still write for Mean Girls) during the holidays? Christmas perhaps?”

Note: MAJOR thank you shoutout to @sophiascaruso for talking to me endlessly as I threw her questions and ideas while I wrote. This fic is brought to you by my brain that won’t shut up and my now very ready for a break fingers, but also by her unwavering patience and brilliance. She is a blessing.

And a final thank you to @spooky-scary-lesbian for the request! I had no idea it was going to be three parts when she sent it to me. It’s also long enough that it turns out it could’ve been five or six if I split for length instead of content. But I looooooooooved writing this so much! Thank you!

Part 1 Part 2

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You stepped into Lydia’s room and shut the door behind you. You looked around for a moment. You loved how it was a perfect representation of her younger years as well as a few things from more recent years.

You set your purse on the bed, trying not to draw too much attention to it. You wanted to give her time to focus on her mother’s locket.

“Help me put it on?” she asked, standing in front of the mirror.

You walked up behind her and took the locket from her.

You hadn’t spent much time in her old room with her before. Not enough to really carefully look at everything. Looking at the dresser in front of her, you noticed a photo of her you hadn’t seen before.

She looked younger. Maybe around high school. Not that she looked much older than that, now. She wore a black dress with safety pins along the neckline. Her hair was cut to her chin and, most notably, black. It was a stark contrast from her now: long hair dyed so light blonde it was almost white, with darker roots because she hadn’t touched it up in a few weeks, and the owner of a massive collection of sweaters in a wide variety of colors. She’d told you before that she only wore black for a long time after her mom died, but she had never mentioned her hair.

“You dyed your hair black?” you asked.

“In high school, yeah,” she said. “Right before my mom’s funeral. I made the switch from black to blonde the summer before college. It felt like the right time for a fresh start. A physical change to remind me of the person I was becoming instead of who I was. That me will always be a part of me, but I wanted to focus on…”

She trailed off, so you filled in her words. “Who you wanted to become. I get that.”

She gathered her hair in one hand and lifted it out of the way. Reaching around her and through her arm, you clasped the locket behind her neck, and she let go of her hair. It was the little moments like that, the simplest ones, that you loved most.

She brought her hand up to touch the locket.

“I always thought it looked so elegant on her,” she said.

“I think it looks elegant on you, too.”

That made her smile. “Did my dad tell you what it means to our family?” She sat at the foot of her bed.

You sat beside her. “He said your mom’s father got it from his mom to propose to your grandma. And that she passed it on to him when he and your mom got engaged.”

“My mom said she liked to think of it as our family’s symbol of true love. I thought it sounded kind of dumb when I was younger, but...I like it.” Her eyes were shining just like Charles’s did when he talked about Emily. “He gave it to you at Thanksgiving?”

“He did,” you said, but you drew your eyebrows together, not sure how she knew that.

“I mean, I knew something was going on. But I had no idea it was this.”

You should have known she’d be able to put it together. She was always thinking faster than everyone around her.

You laughed lightly and shook your head. “Of course you knew.”

“Everyone seemed too enthusiastic about Delia’s digestion meditation while you and my dad stayed downstairs. And they’ve all been acting just a little weird since then. I mean, more than their normal amount. I swear, everyone who lives in this house is a horrible liar. Thinking of that and seeing the small jewelry box, I sort of wondered… But I know we both hate public proposals. I expected it to be maybe a necklace or something, but this… This was the best surprise. And we even got each other the same type of gift. Something that sort of...solidifies our future.”

You almost wanted to laugh. “Yeah. We did.”

Then her eyes dropped to something behind you and she seemed very distracted. “You brought your purse.”

You felt your adrenaline spike. You were pretty sure she could’ve figured it out, anyway, but having just mentioned proposals and your future together, her mind was already there. You could see it in her eyes. She didn’t say it, of course. She didn’t need to. You knew there would also be a small part of her that was afraid to say it and make you feel bad if she thought you were proposing and you weren’t.

But you were. And you were ready. “I actually have one more thing I wanted to give you, but I wanted to give it to you in private.”

You knew there was no point in hiding the box, so you took it out of your purse and held it in your lap.

“A small jewelry box,” she said. Her voice was almost a whisper. You weren’t sure she’d even meant to say it out loud.

“You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever known. You’re always ten steps ahead of everyone else because your mind never stops. I’m biased, but I think you have the best sense of humor of anyone I’ve ever met. You’re always ready to offer a solution to a problem or help find one. Your compassion is unparalleled. You don’t let anyone feel bad for being strange and unusual, if you can help it. You give them someone who will listen. You show them how to view their differences and insecurities as strengths. How their individuality makes them special. You see someone hurting and you jump into action. You understand how they feel, and even when you’re not sure how to help them, you don’t stop trying until you’ve figured it out. And you don’t stop fighting there. You get involved in everything you can that helps other people. And animals. And the planet. You inspire the rest of us all the time. You make everyone around you better, and I’m honored to be one of those people. To be the one you choose to love, every day.”

She was crying, now, but she hadn’t stopped smiling.

“Lydia, I love you. I love laughing at the most ridiculous things with you. I love how much we try to look out for each other and protect each other. I love how we push each other to always be the best we can be. I never even imagined I could love someone this much, and I still feel like it gets stronger every day. I want to spend the rest of my life loving you more every day.”

You took a breath, kneeled in front of her, and opened the box. It wasn’t quite a gasp, but she let out an audible breath.

“Will you marry me?”

Everything seemed frozen again. Your heart was still pounding, but you weren’t nervous anymore.

Through her tears came a distinct, gentle, but enthusiastic, “Yes.” She leaned down to kiss you, then enveloped you in a hug.

It felt like an eternity before you broke apart, and you didn’t mind one bit.

She held her hand out between you so you could place the ring on her finger.

You’d done your best to choose something simple, elegant, and her. A silver band. Three little diamonds on either side of a larger black diamond in the shape of an oval.

“It’s beautiful,” she said. “It’s black.”

“Black diamond,” you said with a nod. “It’s your favorite color. It’s like your color. And like you said, it will always be a part of you.”

“I love it. I love you.” She pulled you to your feet, gave you another kiss, and another hug. “It’s perfect.”

You leaned your head against hers. You were content to enjoy these moments with her before you went back downstairs.

She began to wipe her tears, then scrunched up her face a bit. “Do you hear that?” she asked.

You listened, but you only heard silence. “I don’t hear anything…”

“Exactly. No talking. No laughing. Not even something on the TV. They knew you were going to propose now?”

“Yeah, they did.”

She got a mischievous smile and took your hand. She opened the door as quietly as possible. Tapping her finger to her lips, she led you out of her room and down the hall.

The second you reached the top of the stairs, you heard quick shuffling in the living room. You observed everyone as you came down the stairs together.

Charles hadn’t moved. Delia was beside him on the couch like she had been before, but she was adjusting herself like she had just sat down, and breathing like she had just run across the room. Barbara and Adam were also in their chairs, but they didn’t seem to notice that they had switched places. Beetlejuice had moved, too, but that wasn’t unusual for him whether or not he’d been attempting to eavesdrop. And they all had their eyes locked on you and Lydia.

“What?” Lydia asked when you hit the bottom of the stairs.

“Uh, we were just…” Delia started but couldn’t finish.

“Playing a game,” Adam said.

“Yes,” Barbara said. “A game where you have to think. In silence. A lot. About...um…”

Lydia laughed and looked at you as she said, “You guys really are the worst liars.”

You laughed, too.

She held up her hand and rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling.

Delia and Barbara started squealing, and you were pretty sure Adam was doing something along those lines, too. The entire group rushed over to hug both of you.

You couldn’t even tell who was saying what, there were so many variations of “Congratulations!” and “We’re so happy for you!” flying around.

“We were so worried when you came down like nothing happened!” Delia said. “We couldn’t hear anything from the stairs.”

“You guys should know by now my room is basically sound-proof. BJ helped me set it up in high school so I could play music at whatever volume I wanted to.”

“I tried to tell ‘em,” Beetlejuice said.

Lydia swung your hands and smiled at you, then at the group. “But it was perfect.”

Everyone started talking at once again.

They had questions, but eventually you and Lydia convinced everyone to watch a Christmas movie.

Charles and Delia brought out all the desserts everyone had made to snack on during the movie.

You and Lydia grabbed a blanket and joined Charles and Delia on the couch. You practically only took one spot, Lydia cuddled in so close to you. She let her head rest on your shoulder. She stayed that way the entire movie, holding onto you like her life depended on it. You made sure to hold her as closely and tightly as you could.

When it was time to say goodbye, everyone congratulated you again and asked when you’d be visiting next.

You and Lydia got back into her car, complete with leftovers from Delia, as usual. Before Lydia started the car, you asked if you could drive by your new apartment. She loved the idea.

She had meant it when she said it was close to her family’s house. You didn’t time it, but you thought it took somewhere between five and ten minutes.

She pointed to a window on the third floor and said, “That one’s ours. And there’s an elevator. Don’t worry.”

The building looked really nice. And it looked like a really nice neighborhood, too.

Between the streetlights, house lights still on, and lit decorations in yards further down the block, the street was bathed in light. You knew it wouldn’t always look like that, but it felt warm and inviting.

“It’s going to be our home,” you said, reaching over the console to hold her hand. “It feels like home.”

“Anywhere feels like home with you.” She squeezed your hand. “You’re my home.”

You turned to look at her, ready to respond, but she scrunched up her nose and shut her eyes.

“I think I was temporarily possessed by a Hallmark movie writer,” she said.

You tried not to laugh. You knew what considering you her home meant to her. But her reaction really was funny, and she was laughing, now, so you laughed along with her.

Once you’d both calmed down, you squeezed her hand just enough to prompt her to meet your eyes. “But just for the record, you’re mine, too.”

She pulled your hand so she could hold your arm against her, and you both turned back to the apartment.

“We’re going to live here,” you said. “With our cat.”

Lydia stared down at her ring, then gave you a big smile. “I can’t wait.”

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godknowsqueen · 5 years

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*screaming* oh my god. I looooooooooved Now I’m Here like so much you don’t understand. I had a long night at work at it just made my heart swell with happiness. Could you write something with Ben to the song Breakthru by Queen

breakthru ; ben hardy x reader

Summary: Ben has been your best friend for years, but he suddenly realizes he has feelings for you. Dealing with containing his feelings isn’t easy.

Warnings: angsty angst and fluffy fluff. mentions of alcohol. swears. also some ben’s pov/thoughts here and there.

A/N: awww you have no idea how happy this makes me!!!! i’m glad you liked it :’)))

When love breaks up

When the dawn light wakes upA new life is bornSomehow I have to make this final breakthrunow!

You and Ben were huddled next to the fireplace at his house. You were laughing your heart out at his stories from the set of Bohemian Rhapsody. He introduced you to the cast before, so the stories seemed really fitting to their personalities. After all, you were Ben’s best friend, so you were automatically invited to any gathering he was going to in the city.

“Joe sounds like he’s choosing the cardboard version of you over the actual you, Ben,” you laughed more, playfully punching him in the arm.

“I know, right? Breaks my heart,” he gave you a cute little pout, laying this hands on his chest pretending to be in pain.

“Awww, that’s okay. I’ve never met cardboard Ben, but I’m pretty sure I’ll pick actual Ben over him any day,” you giggled a little, seeing the warm smile taking over his lips, “Him or it? A piece of cardboard is an ‘it’, right?”

The confusion on your face made Ben burst out in laughter. He always found it hilariously adorable how you got so easily confused by obvious things.

“(Y/N), I reckon that you should stop having any more wine if you’re questioning the proper pronoun to be given for a cardboard,” he spoke between his chuckles, his fingers brushing yours as he took the glass of wine from your hand.

“Yeah, it’s also making me heat up, the fire’s doing that just fine,” you calmly closed your eyes and cupped your cheeks in your hands, relishing in the warmth emitted from the fireplace. You looked so relaxed and serene.

And just like that, Ben’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of you.

Fuck.

What is this feeling?

Despite the thoughts racing in his mind, Ben just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He admired the strands of hair that fell on your face, your tender-looking hands, and your rosy cheeks.

It was like he was sitting in front of an angel that he didn’t realize was next to him all along.

I wake upFeel just fineYour faceFills my mindI get religion quick‘Cos you’re looking divineHoney you’re touching something, you’re touchin’ meI’m under your thumb, under your spell, can’t you see?

The morning sun invades Ben’s living room. Ben slowly opened his eyes to avoid being blinded by the sunlight and cursing himself for forgetting to close the curtains before going to bed. Or rather, before sleeping on the couch.

In the process of waking up, the picture of you in front of the fireplace quickly clouded his mind. Your giggles were ringing in his ears; it’s like the thought of you was conspiring against him, preventing him from not thinking about you.

Hell, he even realizes now that he actually dreamed about you. He couldn’t quite recall the dream, but he knew you were there.

He got up from the couch, stretching his muscles (and his thoughts) away. You were asleep in his bedroom. Thoughts came back when he remembered the night before.

~~~~

You were too exhausted to drive back to your place, and he was too exhausted to drive you as well. Or, he pretended to be too exhausted, he just wanted to bask in your company, as much as he tried to deny it to himself.

He walked you to the room, his fingers were gripping your waist as your arm dangled around his neck. You were feeling suddenly dizzy, and you needed his body to support you. What you didn’t know was that him touching you felt new for the first time. You guys were pretty close, so body touch wasn’t something abnormal. Ben carefully laid you on the bed, as you got cozy up against the soft covers and mattress.

“I’m so sorry you’ll end up sleeping on the couch because of me, are you sure it’s fine?” you muttered softly.

“Yes, and don’t apologize. You do remember the several times I’d get shitfaced at your place and you’d not only give up your bed for me, but also take care of me?” Ben replied, the feelings unintentionally growing more as he remembered the memories you shared.

As he closed the curtains, he noticed that your response never came. Walking over to the bed, he saw that sleep took the best of you.

You looked so peaceful sleeping like that, hugging his pillow and warming yourself up with his blanket. His brain wanted to take him out of the room, but his eyes couldn’t ignore the beautiful sight in front of him, and his legs just won’t budge.

A couple of minutes later, you shifted a little in your sleep. Ben slightly freaked out that you’d wake up and find him staring at you like a total creep, so he walked out of the bedroom.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

~~~~

Ben was almost done making some pancakes and two mugs of coffee. He figured you’d need that, and he knew pancakes were your favorite.

I know so much about her. So, so, much. She knows almost everything about me, too.

“Look at you being a cute best friend,” Ben turned around to see you standing in the kitchen. You were making yourself comfortable in one of his hoodies.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he nervously chuckled, handing you a mug of freshly brewed coffee, “Please don’t tell me you’re planning to steal that hoodie, (Y/N).”

“I think I just might, add it to my collection of stolen Ben hoodies”, you said as you inhaled the sweet aroma of the coffee. “You’re becoming a Hollywood star, so they’ll definitely bring me a whole lotta money,” you winked.

“Oh, shut up,” Ben stuck his tongue out at you, placing a plate of pancakes drizzled in syrup in front of you.

“You made me pancakes? Who are you and what have you done with Benjamin Hardy?” you gasped, wasting no time in cutting up a piece.

“Eat your pancakes before I take them away from you,” he teased, but you noticed his features getting softer as he watched you eat.

“Nope, there he is, Ben is still there,” you took your plate and walked off to the living room.

What have I done with Benjamin Hardy? (Y/N), what have you done to me? I feel like I’m under a spell…

If I could only reach youIf I could make you smileIf I could only reach youThat would really be a breakthru - oh yeah

Breakthru, these barriers of painBreakthru, yeah, to the sunshine from the rainMake my feelings known towards youTurn my heart inside and out for you nowSomehow I have to make this final breakthruNow! (Now now now)

It’s been a couple of months now since that night.

That night the realization hit Ben, that he has absolutely fell in love with his best friend. The situation was difficult. In some moments, he felt like just letting it out and confessing to you. What’s the worst the could happen?

Well, he might lose you forever if you don’t share the same feelings. At the same time, the thought of you sharing the same feelings bought him undeniable happiness. He knew you’d be great together, he felt it with every fiber of his being. Ben wanted to be the reason behind your smiles, he wanted to be there for you more than he already is. He wanted to scream it from the rooftops that his heart belongs to you, and that yours belongs to him.

But he wasn’t ready to compromise the friendship in any way, shape, or form.

Unbeknownst to him, you were entangled in the same dilemma.

You were both at a friend’s birthday party at some bar. You were standing in the patio, observing Ben talking to a girl you didn’t know at the bar. She was clearly all over him. Honestly, who wouldn’t be.

You tried to ignore the tug at your heart, shifting your focus to the game of Foosball some guys were playing in front of you.

“Hey, you,” you immediately recognized the voice coming from behind you.

“Hi, Sean,” you replied rather coldly. He was your boyfriend around a year ago, and ended up abruptly leaving you for no reason. That is until you found out that he got with the girl he was apparently cheating on you with.

“You’re looking good,” Sean muttered, taking a swig of his beer. You simply smiled, nothing genuine and not wanting to actually speak to him.

“So, how’ve you been?” he was determined to continue the conversation.

“Fine, you?” you asked, not wanting to even continue this conversation.

“Good, good,” he paused, and you both stood there in silence. You were quietly praying that he leaves, especially before Ben comes. He absolutely despised Sean after what he had done to you.

As the seconds passed and the situation became unbearable, you decided to speak out, “What do you want, Sean?”

“I want us to try again. I miss you, baby,” Sean dictated, moving a little closer to you. You noticed that the guys playing Foosball were done with their game and it was only the both of you in the patio now.

“First, I’m not your baby. Second, you wanna try again so that you can fuck me over again, huh? And third, you don’t interest me anymore, Sean. We’ve ran our course more than a year ago, so forget it,” you squared your arms, “Now, excuse me.”

“Wait, I’m still not done talking to you,” he tried blocking your way, and you immediately glared at him.

“Move out of my way, Sean.”

“I won’t.”

“Move. Out. Of. My. Way.”

“Just talk to me,” he pleaded, driving you to the brink of being disgusted by his actions.

“She clearly wants you to piss off, mate,” Ben’s bitter voice announced, causing Sean to turn around and finally unblock your way.

“This has nothing to do with you, mate,” Sean mockingly repeated the last word, moving dangerously close to Ben.

“If we’re going to speak about relativity, I think I have much more to do with (Y/N) than you ever will,” Ben replied. You could tell that he was trying to keep his calm in front of you, but his eyes were burning with rage. You couldn’t help but find him absolutely attractive, despite being worried that a fight might ensue.

“Oh, so you guys are fucking now? Didn’t think (Y/N) would be able to get a movie sta-” Sean’s words were put to a stop when Ben grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pushed him against the brick wall.

“Listen, you wanker. I don’t want to make a scene, for the sake of every single one of us and out respect to our friend��s birthday,” Ben paused, and you could see the horrified look on Sean’s face. He was a pretty cowardly guy, but then again, neither of you have ever seen Ben that furious. Ben is normally known for being a person that avoids any sorts of drama or fights.

“But I swear to God, if you don’t fuck off, I will not hesitate to beat the living shit out of you. And by fuck off I specifically mean from (Y/N)’s life. Got it?”

“Ben..” you softly whispered behind him, calmly resting your hand on his shoulder.

“Did you get it or not?” Ben repeated as he still didn’t get a response.

“Fucking fine, now you fuck off,” Sean gathered whatever is left of his courage and dignity, and pushed Ben’s hands off of him.

“What a dick,” Ben retorted, as both of you watched Sean leave the place. The party was still running wild inside, and you were internally thankful that no one noticed the commotion happening in the patio.

Ben turned around to look at you. His blood was still boiling, but he was relieved that you weren’t cornered by some asshole anymore.

He tried to stop his eyes from lingering on your figure, but the dress you chose for the evening hugged your body perfectly. He looked at your face to find a heartwarming smile spread across your face, the smile he’s been dealing with for years but made his heart palpitate these past few months.

Your smileSpeaks books to meI break upWith each and every one of your looks at meHoney you’re starting something deep inside of meHoney you’re sparking something, this fire in meI’m outta control,I wanna rush headlong into this ecstasy

You moved closer to each other, and Ben’s arms spread to welcome you in his embrace. You wrapped your arms around his torso, his cologne making your heart skip a beat as you rested your head on his chest.

“You alright?” Ben softly asked, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Yes,” you uttered, tightening your grip around him. You stood there enjoying each other’s presence in complete silence. You felt Ben’s hand slowly stroke your hair, careful not to mess up how you’ve styled it.

You broke away from the hug, wanting to look him in the eyes, “Ben, thank you for coming and keeping that asshole away.”

He shook his head, “Don’t thank me, (Y/N). I was looking for you inside and when I noticed you both standing outside, I immediately thought that he would definitely try to pull a move on you.”

“Well, you guessed right,” you shyly stroked your arm, as though embarrassed by what happened.

“I always save the day, don’t I?” he gave you a cheeky grin, attempting to brighten up the mood.

“Of course! Roger Taylor by day, nearly punching exes by night,” you laughed, poking his side and making him laugh with you.

“You’re just so lucky to have me,” he shrugged, continuing his sarcastic remarks, “Shall we go in? Or do you wanna leave?”

“Let’s leave, I’m feeling a bit tired,” you replied, when suddenly something completely unexpected came out of your lips.

“I like you, Ben,” you confessed, and not believing that you just did. You felt your cheeks heat up as you saw his deep greens widen in astonishment.

Words started coming out of you like an unstoppable waterfall.

“I really like you. I don’t know when did this start, and I tried denying it and even ignoring the feeling, but all I know that it’s been a while and the feeling is very much real. I have never, never,” your voice started shaking a little, but you carried on, “felt this comfortable with someone like I do with you. I completely understand if you don’t share the same feelings, but I just felt like I was going to burst with all these feelings. I just want you to know that you are a wonderful man, Ben, and that you deserve the very best.”

You felt like you were ending a speech, but you were starting to slowly realize what you just did and it caused your train of thoughts to get majorly distorted.

Ben started walking towards you, and you were preparing yourself for a hurtful statement. Instead, you found your cheeks cupped in his hands as his lips hungrily kissed yours. The clutch you were holding fell to the ground as your hands were craving the feeling of his golden curls between them.

He broke the kiss for a second, and opened his eyes to look at yours. Ben wasted no time in placing his lips on yours again, this time a bit more feverishly as his hands softly gripped at your waist.

“You say I deserve the very best, and the best thing that could ever happen to me is you, (Y/N),” Ben’s lips left yours to mutter these words, the words that you never thought you’d hear from him.

“I really didn’t expect this reaction, Ben,” you shyly stated, your cheeks still burning up from all the affection he was directing at you.

“I’ve been trying my best not to show my true feelings, how much I really like you. I’ve been head over heels for you for a while now, but for the life of me I didn’t know what to do. I really should’ve taken the risk, because you really are worth it, love,” he spoke softly while his fingers gently rubbed your cheeks.

Your heart felt like it was about to explode with happiness, and Ben couldn’t believe that his wildest dream came true.

“So, will you be mine, (Y/N)?” Ben asked, his eyes lingering on your eyes and lips.

“Hmm, if that offer comes with pancakes and coffee, then yeah why not,” you shrugged, making Ben’s laughter fill the place. You chuckled at how lovely he looked while he laughed so genuinely.

“Anything that makes you smile, I’ll make it happen.”

If I could only reach youIf I could make you smileIf I could only reach you That would really be a breakthruIf I could only reach youIf I could make you smileIf I could only reach youThat would really be a breakthru

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thefleshmustgrow · 6 years

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I love ur headcanons do you have anymore??

ahhhhh ty so much btw,,, im glad ppl like em. i have tooooons more so ill just, dump em here!

illl start off with more nightmares stuff

fredbear is a distinguish gentelman and speaks clearly and frankly. he actually makes his own booze, that would be fatal to a living creature but its fine for nightmares.

he has a little pair of reading glasses and likes to read classics.

the nightmare relm is a demenssion of the own that also formed from michals fears. even after being freed its the nightmares home, were they always return to. home base kind thing.

whole the nightmare relm always takes shape in a simillar pattern of houseing style, the nightmares have their own little santuaries that i geuss you chould consider their ‘rooms’ these areas are not subject to the randomization /procedural generation the rest of the relm is.

fredbears sancuary is a library, with a large comfy red chair and other couches and coffee tables.

chicas sancuary is a full equid kitchen with bar stools along with a regular table and seating.

foxys sancuary doesnt really fit into an particular room catagory, he pretty much just hoards things and the room apears to have part of a pirate shit clipping thru it. other then that its just hoarded things, no furniture

plushtraps sancuary is the hallway with his chair, he shares is with balloon boy they dont mind the shared space (bc they loooooooooove eachother but shhh they dont know its mutual)

nightmarrions sancuary spears to be a very very dark room, so dark you cant see anything. no ones sure whats in there, only he knows.

when asked about it nightmarrion will insist theres nothing in the room but the others dont belive him.

mangles sancuary is the only one none of the others can easily accsess. when mangle needs to be alone. THEY NEED TO BE ALONE. the entrance is always a vent opening in the celing and it leads to a large vent chamber that tends to be empty

freddys sancuary is probolly a bedroom with a big ol bed for the freddles.

and idk abt bonnies sancuary yet

jack o chica and jack o bonnie are pretty much just regular nightmare chica and bonnie around halloween. they are VERY into the aesthetic.

to branch slightly outside nightmare teritory lets talk abt the mangles endo heads

for regular ol mangle, their endo head isnt actually alive, talking to it and making it talk is a coping mechanism they developed from the long periods of sever lonliness in their orginol pizzaria.

for nightmare mangle, its hard to say exatcly what the endo head is, when asked to explain they say they are the same being. however when the endo is present, the main mangle head and the endo head apear to be diffrent with diffrent personalities.

the mangle head controls everything on the body exept for the parts directly attached to they endo head, and they behave very animal like, not even speaking. endo head acts as a voice of reason and does actually spoeak.

however, if the endo head were to be removed or somehow destroyed, the mangle head apears to take on the traits of the lost head, becoming much calmer and speaking properly.

nightmare bonnie has a sick ass dual necked guitar and can spawn a second set of limbs and FUCKIGN SHRED LIKE NO ONES BISNUSS

the freddles (named in order of youngest to oldest) juinor, lance and fredrick are always near eachother. they get very very scared and worried when seperated from one of their brothers and are often found holding hands

the freddles act an awful lot like big bugs. theyll get on you, crawl all over you, and if ur a fellow nightmare inside you, biteing u and staff and laughing. their mistich makers.

#my hcs #Anonymous

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peachdaydream · 7 years

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omg?? those dad!BTS posts were?? SO GOOD??

Ahh, so many have liked the other installments of this AU!, I guess it’s time to do a third part!

Since it’s the middle of summer, it’s prime time to go to the beach/water park!

Single Dad!AU - Part One - Part Two - Part Three -

Jin

you’re totes the family that have rlly rlly cute matching swimwear

everyone looks at your cute matching family like

✨f a m i l y g o a l s ✨

he’s prepared for any n all situations

makes sure to buy sun protection for all of his lil family

water resistant sun screen, floppy sun hats

ALL THE THINGS

none of his babies will get heat stroke or sun burn

not on his watch

also gets those swim floaties that go on arms for the babs to make sure they’re 100% safe in the water

if you n the kids poured water on him he’d probs pick you up n dunk you into the water whilst your kids watched laughing

would shriek dramatically in betrayal when his princess splashed him w/ water to avenge you

flops into the water ‘dead’ until one of you poked him

then it quickly devolves into a water fight between you n his daughter n him w/ your son

when the babs get a lil tired he’ll carry them out of the water n set em down on your beach blanket in the shade under the beach umbrella

the man is prepared for anything i tell u

whips out the food he made to eat whilst you went to go buy ice cream or popsicles to cool them down

sticks to the whole ‘wait 20 minutes after eating before going back into the water!!!!!!!!!’

kiddos let you n him top up their sun screen while they happily munch on their food

in return you n jin let them put sun screen on you guys lmao

once the 20 mins have passed they grab your hands and charge back into the water

jin watches from under the beach umbrella as he clears up the food, happily smiling at his lil family as you try to defend yourself against the kiddos

once he gets it all put away he runs into the water to save you from the babs, all of you laughing as you splash around until you’re all pooped out

Suga

like jin, he brings ALL the sun protection

zero chance of getting sun burn when you go to the beach w/ min yoongi

brings the highest spf of sun screen

probably brings one of those float rings for his bab can chill in

a v v v relaxed day at the beach

swimming w/ yoongie n the bab in his ring, just enjoying the atmosphere n feeling of the cool water against your skin

at some point the bab falls asleep in his ring, lulled by the sound of the ocean n gentle waves

yoongi looks at the sleeping bab n nods just like ‘me too kid, me too’

you only laugh softly n gently carry him out of the water whilst yoongs goes to get somethin to eat n drink

you gently coo to the bab to wake him up n wrap him up in a towel before he gets a lil chilly

after you eat together yoongi ends up falling asleep lmao

sleepy babies

as cute as you think your beau is asleep

you also wanna mess w/ him a lil

so you n his son bury him up to his neck in sand, trying to hold in your giggles as you do so

you n the bab go hand in hand to play in the shallows, gently kicking water at each other

you n min yoongi 2.0 have found a lil crab n are playing w/ it when you hear grumpy, freshly woken up yoongi noises

then you hear him call out your names n him running toward you

you scoop of the bab n run, the both of you laughing as yoongs chases you around

the bab in your arms is happily giggling as he pulls faces at his papa over your shoulder

yoongi eventually catches up to you n splashes you w/ water, gummy smile present on his face

you n the bab end up soaked n giggly when yoongi’s finished w/ his revenge

he makes up for it by wrapping you both in towels tho, pressing kisses to each of your heads

J-Hope

takes his lil sunshine to a water park

probably gets her a baby swimsuit w/ a design of the sun on it w/ cute lil matching arm floaties

a d o r a b l e

you n him spend all of the day in the kiddy pool w/ the bab

hoseok always has her in his eye sight bc he’s v much a doting papa who constantly likes to make sure she’s okay n happy

the sunshine is having the time of her life

she’s just sat up n like slapping the water’s surface but she is loving it

you both find she absolutely loves going down the kid water slides on your or hobi’s lap

endless sunshine laughter honestly

when she’s a lil older she adores being put in a floaty ring n just coast around the lazy river w/ the both of you

but when she’s still a bab you n hobi bring lil water toys for her to play w/ in the kiddy pool

honestly you n hoseok still have fun bc you play w/ her toys n squirt each other w/ water using the bab’s whale shaped water guns

the bab finds it hilarious when you ‘shoot’ each other n act out your deaths

looks like something from a rlly cheesy drama

all the kids in the kiddy pool enjoy the performance, not just your lil bab

you stay ‘dead’ until she comes over and places a smooch on your cheek n suddenly, to her delight, you’re alive again!!!!!!!!!

quickly turns into a game between the three of you and all of the babs in the kiddy pool

if anyone ‘died’ they would have to get a hug from hobi’s sunshine to be brought back to life n carry on playing

when your bab got a lil pooped from playing you would scoop her up n the both of you would sit down for a bit

have a bite to eat if you noticed the bab was being a lil grumpy pants bc she’s hungry

sometimes she’d fall asleep after eating n you’d decide that your time at the water park was over

you’d gently wake her up enough to wash her n get her changed into dry clothes n then you’d let her sleep in your arms as hobi takes you home

Rap Monster

his son prefers going to the beach

likes finding lil sea creatures like crabs n starfishes

his favorite thing to find is starfishes bc he finds them p cool

has a lil net n bucket n everything to help him catch things

you n joonie help him look, sometimes starting splash wars every so often before going back to looking

sometimes joonie tells you n the bab funny stories of when he was on tour w/ the boys n they all went to the beach

other time’s it’s the bab who tells you fun facts about the ocean

he’s rlly fascinated by the sea n things that live within it n so likes to read about it a lot

you find it adorable when he finds something n runs back to you n namjoon w/ it in his hands n starts to tell you everything he’s read about them

just gets this little sparkle in his eyes as he excitedly lists off these facts to you n joonie

namjoon’s so proud w/ how much he likes to learn n nerd out about these things n how much he likes to go to the beach n catch different things

you’re impressed w/ how much he can remember like……wow…….you’re definitely your father’s son

that’s solidified when joonie shoots new facts at his son n his son just nods along happily

you just look at them both like……yep!!!! this is my cute nerdy family n i wouldn’t have it any other way!!!!!

sometimes you take him fishing just to catch fish that he can look at them n geek out over them then put back into the ocean

but when you’re on the beach you usually stick to the shallows where all of you can dip your toes in

namjoon’s bab loves it when joon walks into the water w/ the bab on his shoulders

when they’re pooped out they go back to you where you’re sat on the beach blanket n you welcome them w/ food, towels n snuggles

Jimin

looooooooooves the beach

jimin gets you all matching sun hats

doesn’t like going to deep into the water tho bc jimbab knows that he is Smol™ n can be drawn away by the waves if he goes too deep

deepest he goes is knee depth bless his lil squishy heart

chim loves to take pictures of you n jimbab on the beach bc he thinks the two of you are adorable

wants to have a physical thing to remember the day by

n you’re like……chim………honey………..you bring your camera every time…….

but he’s like !!!!!! every moment needs to be cherished!!!!!! all of them!!!!!

n you’re lmao okay nerd

jimbab loves to walk down the shore n collect pretty seashells

n you already kno that the lil smol is gonna be singing to himself

sometimes jiminie sings kids songs w/ him

like the three bears song

makes you so Soft™ for them

you n jiminie follow behind him, holdin hands n you’re holding a bucket that the bab puts the shells he likes in

jimin’s got his camera in his other hand

your puppo comes along too n walks beside jimbab

lowkey being a guard dog n making sure the bab’s safe n okay

sometimes jimbab picks up a rlly pretty seashell

toddles back to you just like look!!!!!! you should have this one!!!!!! this one’s beautiful like you!!!!!!!!!!!!!

n you’re like ( ಥωಥ )

always that reaction no matter how many times he does it

honestly at this point you don’t know who you love more, jimin or jimbab

jimin isn’t too sure either

you have your own lil collection of seashells that jimbab’s given to you

quickly turns into one of your most treasured items

tbh you’d probs kill a man if you found one of the shells missing

twins gets pumped at the very mention of going to the beach/water park

love being in water n splashing around n stuff

very much like puppies in water

taehyung’s the exact same tho

when you’re at the water park/beach you’re not entirely sure who’re the kids n who’re the adults

as soon as you’re all there you all just instantly charge for the water n canon ball in or push each other in lmao

if you’re at a water park you all go on all of the slides n stuff at least a dozen times

you go on your favorite slides at least a dozen more times

the four of you also make sure never to miss when the wave pool activates every hour

if you’re on the beach then you have inflatable beach toys to play w/, water guns n a bunch of sand castle building stuff

tae also loves taking pics on the beach

so do the twins

sometimes they take his phone n take pictures of you n tae together n a ton of selcas

if taehyung’s the king of blurry selcas then the twins are the crown prince n princess of it

you also play chicken fight in the sea bc you’re not allowed to in a water park

tried to once n got told off by the life guard

tae n his son on his shoulders vs you n his daughter on your shoulders

all of you are pretty competitive so…………….it gets wild pretty quick

when one a team is finally defeated you all end up pooped so you go back to your beach blanket to rest for a bit

by rest i mean have a sandcastle building contest

up until all of you decide you want to make the most E P I C sandcastle ever to sandcastle

the boys are in charge of building the castle, you’re getting seashells n his lil girl makes the moat that goes around the castle

teamwork makes the dream work!!!!!!!!

Jungkook

prefers to take his bab to a indoor water park than the beach but still takes baby bunny to the beach sometimes when it’s a particularly nice day out

doesn’t have to worry about sun burn n heat stroke if they’re at a indoor water park n can just have fun w/ his bab

stresses out a lil bit when he goes to the beach but he knows he can depend on you so he chills out

you save him the stress n tell him that it’s okay if he’s more comfortable going to a water park than going to the beach

the bab prefers indoor water parks too tbh

he likes to play w/ the sand but the sweet bab doesn’t like how it gets everywhere

baby bunny loves to crawl around in the kiddy pool w/ his lil water toys and play in the water

also loves it when his papa carries him on his stomach in the water n he can wiggle around in jungkook’s hands n giggle happily

also likes it when you put him on your back n he wraps his arms around you neck n you walk around w/ him on your back

likes to pretend to swim

HOWEVER you find that what the bab loves most is when you sit in a floaty ring, put him on your lap n kookie’s pushin you around in the ring

bc then he’s w/ his two favorite people in the world n he can lean out of the ring - w/ you keeping a hold of him so he doesn’t topple out - a little n sticks his lil hands in the water

jungkook once accidentally didn’t realize the waves would start when he wash pushing you n baby bunny around in your floaty ring

almost had a heart attack once he realized bc oH nO HIs bABy iS stILL In ThIS pOoL

then he hears his bab giggle n looks over at the two of you to see his bab being securely held in your arms n having the time of his life

chills tf out when you tell him that the baby’s okay n safe n having fun

keeps you close to him tho, makes sure you aren’t carried off by the waves to the deep end of the pool

still worries papa bunny when the waves starts but eventually relaxes n has fun as well

bless his heart lmao

See more Single Dad!AU’s here:

GOT7: Jackson Wang ver. | Park Jinyoung ver.

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techmomma · 6 years

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Figure these might be impossible to answer, but miiight be interesting: Which character(s) of yours are your favorite? Or favorite specifically to draw? To write? For other people to draw (or write?)

I CAN’T PICK FAVORITES THEY’RE MY CHILDREEENNNNNN

But I can pick favorite specifics about them! :D

To draw, it can vary. Tech because I loooooooooove drawing his face. His face has so much character like. Each expression is sort of a delight to draw just because it’s not a face I see drawn a lot. Old people as main characters are rarities enough but you throw in somebody with Tech’s facial structure and eye shape and it’s just a hoot. TB is just so flamboyant but most of his poses and gestures look like he’s modelling.

To write? It’s TB, no doubt. He’s such a fucking asshole but he’s also like... imo, he’s one of those character who’s really fun to watch being an asshole, like Lucille Bluth. Partly because he’s also usually being your fussy gramma as he is, but also because just the things he says. “Darling, what did granddaddy say about extra Rs on our words? Extra Rs are for Yanks and the Welsh.” “What is this, RuPaul’s Sloppy-Second’s Race? For pity’s sake.”

For other people to draw or write? Honestly I love seeing what people do with these characters. Partly because... someone can say something I’d never think of making the character say, but I know it’s so in-character. Seeing my characters through the lens of other writers and artists is just a treat for me, no matter the character.

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thank u lmao!!!!!!! love u!!!!!!!!

Femme or butch? I wouldn’t consider myself either!! sometimes I wish I was butch but I don’t really know enough about what it takes to be butch and I’m also not confident enough ;-;

Do you have a “type”? If so, describe itI’m not sure! everyone I’ve liked fits a totally different description!! and I’ve only liked maybe 5 people :0:0 I really love confidence and when people care about their appearance? it’s good

Plaid button-ups or leather jackets?leather jackets!!!

Describe your styleuhhh idk I guess that like weeb goth that’s kind of trendy rn :,0 currently I only regularly wear like 2 pairs of black jeans and anime shirts since I just stay home most of the time lol

Describe your aestheticI really wouldn’t know how to describe it! I love neon lights and religious imagery like jesus stuff. I’m describing the aesthetic in my art i hope that’s ok!♡ im also really into oldweb&lovecore

Favorite article of clothing?i have a denim shirt with lil embroidered red hearts and the button is a heart!! and the seams on the back make a heart shape its really cute!!!! and comfy!!

Favorite pair of shoes?my hot pink platforms i never wear haha!!

Current haircut?i have buzzed hair!

Any haircut goals for the future?im trying to grow my hair to be 2 inches on top! and id like to get the sides to ¾ and inch! and im planning on dying it pink again ;o

Describe the best date you’ve been onjkfjfafjakks queerplatonic ok BUT edward and i do franky’s dance in the bathroom w no pants and im gonna count that but when we went to disney was the best

Describe the worst date you’ve been onI haven’t been on a date in a long time!!! honestly all the dates I went on were pretty good but one of my exes would always cancel on stuff we spent time planning so she could go to parties and I would cry @ home about thinking she hated me like once a week lol

Single? Taken?single and like honestly i miss being a girlfriend because it’s fun but i dont want to date rn anyways!!

If taken, talk about your girlfriend/wife!:( i want my wife already

If single, what are you looking for in a potential girlfriend/wife?i want my wife

Describe your dream weddingi want it to be Classy and idk i want a nice and not tacky wedding TBH and if i like……… had enough friens i would want a big wedding!! i dont want most of my family going tho lol

Do you want kids?no

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?big mansion by the beach ;-;

Favorite lesbian movie?ive oly seen Carol and i dont like it so i dont have an answer haha

Favorite lesbian novel/story?never read one!!

Favorite lesbian song?girls like girls by hayley kiyoko

Favorite lesbian musician?hayley kiyoko i guess i cant remember any others

What lesbian stereotypes do you fit into, if any?mean lesbian, doesnt shave, short nails, hates men, big glasses, hates men, mean lesbian. communist

Ever been assumed to be nothing more than a gal pal?yea

If a woman wanted to woo you, what would a surefire way to accomplish that?oh i love.attention honestly. uhhh i love when a woman is passionate about things and also has a good fashion sense ♥_♥

Be positive! What do you like most about being a lesbian?i love being a lesbian!!! like!! seeing other lesbians being proud of themselves or happy with their wives and girlfriends makes my heart so warm. i love the sense of community and the strong bond i love us

Are you more of a cat person or a dog person?i have a pet dog so! i gotta say a dog person ♥

Turn ons?i love necks and also ear piercings are sexy :0 and nice hands god when people wear lots of rings im ♥_♥ and when they carry themselves confidently and when they’re strong im so weak

Turn offs?insensitivity!! and like liberals and centrists and right wingers HAHA also certain music tastes just. keep me away from other people ;0

Do you usually ask other women out or do you wait for them to ask you?UH ive only really only liked maybe 4 people and i think it was all in high school??? bad memory. i think if i wanted to be with someone now i would ask her out!!! the last time i liked someone i was too scared to do anything and i think we both were waiting for the other to do something about it and nothing happened :/

What is your dream career?i would loooooooooove to be a photographer like to do the spreads and portraits for celebrities!!!

Talk about your interests or hobbies!i watch and think about anime a lot honestly :/ i dont do a whole lot right now! i used to spend a lot of time drawing and writing and if i had the space i would love to do that! im also really interested in skincare and hygiene i love to talk 2 ppl about it and help people get routines :o

What is the most attractive quality a woman can have?confidence. if its a physical trait i would say nice hands

Do you love easily or does it take time for you to warm up to someone?it takes time for me

Ever fallen for your best-friend?yes! my last girlfriend was my best friend before we dated! we are still close!

Ever fallen for a straight girl?i think the first girl i fell for was straight :0

The L-Word: yes or no? (love it or hate it?)never saw it!!!

Favorite comfort food?im eating a lot of instant noodles lately :/ my 2nd favorite food group is like southern comfort food i like chicken pot pies a lot lol

Coffee or tea?tea but i drink coffee more often

Vegetarian? Vegan? None of the above?neither! i cant do it!

Do you have any pets?i have a dog named teddy!

Early-riser or night-owl?night owl!

What is your sign?scorpio babey

Can you drive?hell yeah i can ive been driving for like 5 years

Who was your first lesbian crush?a girl in my art class freshman year i think her name was jenny or something like that? i cant even remember now but god from the moment i saw her i was smitten, i was weak, i spoke to her one time and i was so happy lol we only complimented each other’s art! she’s a year older than me and i thought she was the prettiest girl i had ever seen omg. jenny if you’re out there thanks for making me realize im a lesbian

At what age did you know you were a lesbian?when i was 16! i previously thought i was bi! and the first person i came out to was my girlfriend at the time!

At what age did you come out (if you have)?i first told my mom i liked girls when i was 14! i’ve for the most part just been open about being a lesbian though :0 but 2 or 3 years ago i made an Official Post on facebook saying i was a lesbian for the first time and god one of my aunts was so kind to me i cried lol

Are you crushing on anyone at the moment (celebrity or otherwise)?nope!

Talk about how your day wentmy day was alright, i’ve been bedridden due to my period all day! i cried because i lost the bag of m&ms i bought yesterday but i also ate breakfast for dinner so it was alright. relaxing.

Talk about your dreams/aspirations for the futureim in college majoring in political science. i’m considering double majoring in communications as well. i don’t quite know what i would like to do though. my only career goal is to help children that’s all i want to do. i want to help children and i want to be happy.

Least favorite gay celebrity?milo yiannopoulos

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