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ʙᴇᴅᴛɪᴍᴇ - ᴄʜʀɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ
summary: chris and you have twins together, lola and maggie, bedtime is always a struggle with them.
contains: fluff, kissing, swearing.
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11:37pm
chris and i have been dating since highschool, 4 years ago i gave birth to twins
"girls! bedtime please, i didn't realise the time." i call out, opening the door to their shared bedroom.
maggie and lola are bouncing on their double bed while squealing, i walk over to them, my hands resting on my waist. "are you meant to be doing this?"
they both pause to look over at me, innocence spread across their face.
"no.." maggie says quietly, i nod with a small smile
"are you ready for bed?" i ask as the girls flop down on the bed, "yes!" lola says throwing her arms up with a cute grin.
i pull up the covers over them, "stay in bed for the whole night okay? daddy will be in the kitchen until late, so bother him alright?" i say, pressing kisses to their foreheads.
walking out of their room, i flick off the lights behind me. i close their door softly and go out into the kitchen.
chris is sitting on a dining table chair, his phone in one hand and a pepsi can in the other.
"they asleep?" chris asks, putting his phone down "thankfully." i reply with a sigh, sitting down on chris's lap with a heavy sigh.
he plants a long kiss into my hair "i love you so much."
i flip myself around to straddle chris, moving my hair to one side i collide our lips together desperatly. "fuck.." chris breathes into the kiss.
bang.
a loud bang comes from the kids room, i instantly pull away from the kiss, my eyebrows scrunching i throw myself off of chris's lap.
i hear excitable laughing coming from outside their door. i swing open their door, the bedside table is tipped over, maggie and lola are giggling while throwing stuffed animals at each other.
"lola and maggie." i yell sternly, their heads instantly snap round to look at me, their face dropping.
"do you know what time is it? almost midnight." i glare at them
"i am going to put you to bed and if i hear another noise come from this room, dad is going to come in here and be very angry." im cut off by lola
"mommy but- but maggie keeps taking the blanket and my stuffie." she whines.
i shake my head and shut the door for the second time tonight.
"chris-" i say walking into the kitchen "shh i know." he says, grabbing my waist and picking me up. i groan into his shoulder as he walks us into the living room.
"lets watch a movie okay?" chris says calmly, the warm sleves of his crewnecks wrapped around me.
he plonks us down on the couch, i lay on his body comfortably.
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1:34am
"this is the best part shush!!" i giggle.
"mooom!" i hear lola laugh as she runs into the room, clutching the ear of her bunny toy in one hand.
i look over at chris, whose rubbing his eyes with his ringed hands.
"maggie wet the bed." she points to her bedroom with a snort, covering her smile with her stuffed animal.
chris sits up, moving me off him and walking over to lola. he scoops her up with one arm, looking into her eyes he starts "did you hear what mom said?" he asks, maintaining eye contact with lola.
"well mommy's stupid!" lola says sassily, my jaw goes slack.
"lola no." chris says, more stern than ive ever heard him. he carries lola out of the room.
i lay back on the couch, closing my eyes and instantly drifting to sleep.
9:39am (the next day)
the harsh sunlight hits my body from the window to my left. i sit up, dazed and somehow in pyjamas, even though i fell asleep in jeans and a tanktop.
"what the fuck.." i groan, my eyes adjusting to the blinding light.
chris walkss into the living room "hey!! you're awake." he says happily.
"oh yeah hope you dont mind, i changed you last night after i changed the girls sheets, you were knoocked outt though." he says with a laugh.
"oh shit wait-" he says, doing a full 180° out of the living room.
he comes back in about a minute, hes holding lola and maggie, one in each hand. theyve both got small cards in their hands and a guilty expression on their face.
"chris what is this?" i ask, standing up off the couch.
"mommy i'm very sorry for being awake late last night." lola says, chris sets her down on two feet and she trots up to me, handing me the card.
the cards are in chris's hand writing, but has a drawing made by lola on the front.
"she told me what to write." chris clarifies setting down maggie aswell.
maggie runs up to me, "and im sorry for wetting the bed but dad says it wasn't my fault and you were just tired and grumpy and it was okay -.."
shes cut off by chris's hand over her mouth "shh shush".
"christopher!" i laugh, slapping his arm with a scoff.
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got a good feeling bout this one team!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#sturniolo smut#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo x reader#sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo x reader#sturniolo fanfic#nick sturniolo#chris sturniolo#sturniolo#matt sturniolo
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lying in wait
Randomly listened to some Hamilton over the weekend, ended up with "Wait For It" stuck in my head, and wrote this in a couple hours today. I think it's angst, but with a nice dash of crack? Idk 😅 But I hope it makes you smile! 🫶 below + AO3
November 3, 1981
The cottage is silent, save for the ticking of the old grandfather clock in the hall, and it’s already pitch dark, with only the faint glow of street lamps and budding moonlight shining in through rain-slicked windows.
Lily draws up her knees to her chest where she sits on the sofa, peering mindlessly into blurry windowpane. She doesn’t remember the last time she walked aimlessly down a road, or went into a shop. Sometimes, on stormy autumn nights like this, she wonders if she ever will again.
Footsteps tumble down the stairs, then come to an abrupt halt.
“Lil?” She can see his shadowed outline, one hand in his hair. “You just…sitting in the dark?”
She shrugs, though he probably can’t see, and asks, “Harry went down alright, then?”
James chuckles to himself as he crosses the room, picking his way around the furniture until he drops onto the sofa next to her. “After reading every book twice and playing the Snitch game for thirty minutes…yes.” He leans closer, grinning. “Our son is asleep.”
She rests a hand on his scruffy cheek. “It’s only supposed to be ten minutes of the Snitch game,” she teases him.
“I know,” James sighs. “But he asked for ten more.”
Lily snorts. “What, and then ten more after that?”
He throws his hands weakly in his lap. “Wha—am I supposed to say no to the kid? He looks just like me!”
She falls into him, a laughing heap, and for a moment, they simply giggle deliriously together. It’s nice. It’s normal. Or at least a sliver of it.
James cuddles her into him, and Lily breaths him in. They’ve lost so many over the few years since Hogwarts, but they still have each other. She clings on to that, to him.
“I love you,” she says into his chest.
He kisses the top of her head. “I love you, too.”
A stretching silence; a heavy sigh. “It’s his birthday.”
“I know,” James murmurs. “I can’t stop thinking about him.”
Lily peels herself off his chest and swings a leg over his lap, sitting with her arms looped around his neck. How many conversations have they had over the years while sitting just like this? How many more will they get?
“He said he’d be in touch by today.” Her mind won’t stop racing. “What if this was a bad id—”
“It wasn’t,” James cuts her off. “Besides.” A heavy sigh. “It was…our only idea.”
“Do you think…” She pauses, plays with his hair. “Do you think we…did the right thing?”
He sits up straighter, pulling her closer against him. “You’re the only two people in my life I know I can trust completely,” he says. “So yeah, I think we did.”
There’s no use rehashing it again; they’ve done that enough. Yes, he now has a target on his back, but it’s not like he wasn’t already a target before. No, it couldn’t have been anyone else—not Albus, who knows more than he’s saying; not Remus, whom Albus and Sirius both suspect; and not Peter, who’s been looking exhausted and strung-out from the night-shift reconnaissance he’s been assigned. Yes, he had to leave. And no, it wasn’t cowardly to do so.
Granted, that last bit had taken a not insignificant amount of convincing (damned Gryffindor), but he eventually came around to their idea. Staying around in England with Voldemort sure to be onto him was certain death. But why not take advantage of being top of Voldemort’s mind? Why make it easy, when instead he could make it hard? Give the Order a leg up? Let them use him (or rather, the idea of him) as bait to lure and manipulate all the Death Eaters looking for him, and maybe even root out the spy in the process? And really, if anyone was going to lead Voldemort on a wild goose chase, setting traps and lying in wait, who better than Sirius Black?
Still, she worries. She can’t help it. And she knows James worries too, even if he does do a better job of hiding it.
There’s only one thing left to do, really; only one way to pass the time sufficiently distracted from racing thoughts. James must read her mind, because he’s all eager hands and excited tongue when she kisses him. Maybe it’s unhealthy, how much they’ve used sex to cope the past year. But when his mouth feels like this and hair’s in her hands…she’s not sure she cares.
“Prongs!”
They jump, springing apart like they’re fifth years caught after curfew. James swears under his breath as they fumble to right the clothes they’d started shoving aside before he reaches for the small mirror sitting on the coffee table.
“Padfoot!”
Lily frantically feels around the sofa for her wand.
“Why’s it so dar—oh, don’t tell me you were just—”
“We were waiting for you,” James covers.
“Mate. That’s worse. Just say you were shagging.”
“Well, we weren’t yet.”
“Hi, Sirius.” She brandishes her now-glowing wand, recovered from the seam between the cushions.
“Lily! Looking rumpled as ever!”
She yanks her cardigan back up her shoulder as she scolds, “Shut it.”
“I miss you, too.”
They can only see Sirius’s chin in frame, and it seems like he’s moving around.
“Happy birthday, man,” James says.
“Thanks.”
“Where are you?”
“Hang on—I have to show you—ready?”
“Yeah?”
His face comes into view and Lily instantly gasps.
Sirius grins. “Like it?”
His once shoulder-length hair’s been chopped off stylishly short in a fresh cut that makes him look like old Hollywood charm in that loose button-down he has on.
“Damn, Pads!”
“I…barely recognize you,” Lily stammers.
“Well.” He adjusts the mirror closer to his face. “That’s sorta the point.”
A heavy pit settles in her stomach.
“How you been?” James asks. “Travel go okay?”
“Yeah, fine.” Sirius shrugs. “I’ve been doing things the Muggle way—that Muggle Studies N.E.W.T.’s finally paying off, who woulda thought.”
“Where are you now?”
The mirror turns around, panning over an ocean-side city lit up with lights through a set of patio doors. “Cannes,” he says, and Lily hears the grin in his voice. The mirror turns back to his face. “I have access to money here, dad’s side of the family, in the French bank. And I figure…” He flops back atop a hotel bed, one hand beneath his head. “If Voldemort wants to come get me, he’ll just have to bring his snakey arse down to the beach, won’t he?”
They all bust up into snorting, wheezing laughter. It’s not normal; none of it’s normal. But laughing with her husband and their best friend like this is the closest to normal she’s felt in a long time, and she thinks, if this is how life has to be for awhile, she can live with it.
#missgryffin writes#jily#jple#james x lily#jily fanfiction#alternate ending#not really sure what this is it just happened#everyone lives au#justice for sirius black#getting the adventure story he deserves
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Birthday Cake
Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!reader
Word Count: 848
Summary: Eddie needs your help baking a cake for Wayne’s birthday.
Warning: swearing
You woke up to the sound of someone loudly banging on your door at 7 AM on a Saturday. You tried to ignore it at first and hoped the person would go away, pulling the sheets over your head and sinking deeper into the bed. However, the knocking continues. You let out a groan, throw the blankets off, and make your way to the door.
You open the door and there is Eddie’s smiling face. “What do you want, Edward?” you mumbled.
“No good morning? No I love you? No ‘I’m so glad my wonderful boyfriend came to visit me on this beautiful morning?’ Ouch,” Eddie said, putting his hand over his heart.
You roll your eyes at him. “You do realize what time it is?”
“Um yes, that’s why I’m here. You know it’s Wayne’s birthday, right?” Eddie questioned.
“Of course, I know that Eddie but I thought we weren’t doing anything until later tonight?” You groan. There is nothing you love more than your sleep and Eddie knows that.
“I wanna bake a cake for him and that’s where you come in. So get your ass in your room to change, we’re gonna go to the store, and then go to my place to make this cake,” Eddie demanded.
You sigh, “Eddie, why can’t we do this later?”
“Wayne gets home from work in 2 hours and I wanted to surprise him. I have no idea how to make a cake. (Y/N), please help me?” Eddie begged, getting on his knees and folding his hands.
“Eddie, get off the floor! You're lucky I love you. Just give me 5 minutes to get ready and then we can leave,” you laughed.
Your trip to the store was quick and you were now at Eddie’s trailer about to start baking.
“Okay Eddie, I’m going to teach you how to make a cake from scratch without burning it,” you said. As you were getting the ingredients together you turned around to grab the flour only to see Eddie wearing an apron. “What the hell are you wearing?”
“Oh, this old thing?” Eddie shrugged, motioning to the apron. “It’s what all the hot chefs are wearing now.”
You laughed, “Really? Well then hot chef, let's get started. You wanna combine the flour, salt, and baking soda first.”
Eddie began to put the ingredients in a bowl when a thought popped in his head. “Hey, you have something in your hair.”
“What? Where?” you asked. Then Eddie took a handful of flour and threw it at your face. “Edward Munson! Are you serious right now? Your uncle will be home in an hour, we don’t have time for this!”
“Oh come on babe, it was fun-“ Eddie didn’t get to finish his sentence before you threw flour right back at him. Wiping flour off his face he said, “Okay, I deserved that. We can proceed now.”
“Thank you. Now you need to add the sugar, eggs, and vanilla, then we can mix it.” Eddie grabbed an egg and cracked it, but not without getting a few shells in there that you had to fish out because he said it was “too slippery.” The last egg he outright dropped on the floor, an oops slipping out of his mouth.
“The only thing we have left is to pour the mix into the pan and put it in the oven.” Eddie grabbed the bowl and started pouring it into the pan, batter getting everywhere. “Eddie! If you keep getting it everywhere Wayne isn’t going to have a cake at all!”
“Well why don’t you do it then!” he yelled. You grabbed the bowl from him, finishing up and putting it in the oven. As you wait, you and Eddie take turns scraping the bowl and eating what was left.
“Hey, you got some on your lip.” Before you could wipe it off, Eddie pulls you in for a kiss. He picks you up and places you on the counter, his body between your legs and your hands finding his hair. He slides his hands under your shirt, rings cold on your hips. Before you could begin to enjoy each other, the timer went off making Eddie groan. You grab an oven mitt and pull the cake out.
“Time to decorate! Wayne should be on his way.” Now you may be able to bake a cake, but neither you nor Eddie could decorate one to save your life. The cake had white icing pasted on and a sloppy ‘Happy Birthday Wayne!’ written on top in green. As you were making the final touches the door opened and in comes his uncle.
“Happy birthday Wayne!” You and Eddie both yell with big smiles on your face.
Wayne took in the sight of both of you. There was a broken egg on the floor, batter on the counter, Eddie wearing an apron, flour in and on both of your hair and faces, and icing all over your fingers. All Wayne could do was laugh and shake his head thinking to himself how perfect you were for each other.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x gn!reader#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson#stranger things#stranger things imagine
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After art class on Wednesday morning I purposefully take longer than everybody else does to pack away my pencils and gather up the sheets of paper I was working from, slotting them meticulously inside the hard cover of my sketchbook so that the corners won’t get crushed inside the disorganised chaos of my school bag. Evan waits by the door tentatively waiting for me in case I might want to have lunch with him again, but I wave him away, I’ll talk to him after school, and when he’s gone it’s just me and the teacher, the last ones in the room.
Miss O’Reilly is busy organising papers on her desk. She is separating the watercolour sheets from the cartridge and stacking them into neat little piles for the paper shelf, and doesn't seem to realise I am there until I address her.
“Miss?”
She glances up, “Yes?”
My fingers fidget with the zipper of my bag, pulling it open then closed again. The sound it makes is probably annoying but I can’t seem to stop myself. “Do you mind if I talk to you for a minute?”
“Of course, what is it?”
I approach her desk with caution as I enter this unfamiliar territory, reaching out to a teacher, risking vulnerability, but Miss O’Reilly doesn’t seem to think it weird that I want to speak with her. She simply leans against the front of her desk with an open expression, smiling warmly at me as if I am not the student who routinely ignores what she is saying in class, talks over her and interrupts her lessons by throwing bits of eraser into Philip Delaney’s mad ginger frizz.
“I’ve been thinking about college, miss.”
“Well that’s good!”
“Yeah, um, I think I want to… like, do… art?” I exhale in a rush. I don’t fully understand why I am so nervous to speak, especially when, so far, she’s being nice. She doesn’t even look like she’s going to laugh, like she’s thinking about doing it soon, or even like she's holding it in so that she can do it later in the staff room with the other teachers. Still I keep my guard up, waiting for her features to twist into a sneer.
“I think that’s a fantastic idea,” Miss O’Reilly beams, and her eyes flick to that drawing I did of Michelle a couple of months ago and which she pinned up on the wall for everyone to see. She’s using it as an example to other students of the right things to do, the right way to capture a perfect likeness, and I should be flattered, but its presence embarrasses me. It is a symbol of my earnest effort, hard work, in which I am not known for, and I wish she would take it down and hide it. I don’t want others to know that I have tried.
“Do you?”
“Yes! And I'm glad that you've said that, honestly. You’re one of the students in my classes who shows a lot of promise, and who I think could really do well in art school, and I know it’s not often a popular choice with parents, but I think there’s a lot of value in an art degree if you’re passionate about it,” She moves around to the front of her desk and begins rummaging in a drawer. “Here,” She produces a form and hands it to me, “These are the portfolio requirements for some colleges. It seems like a lot, but normally students take a year to do a portfolio course in a local college before applying to university.”
A year out? To just work on my portfolio? The thought of delaying my exit from Dublin for an extra twelve months makes me queasy, but my eyes flit over the paper in my hands anyway. It’s all about figure studies and expression, colour work, painting, charcoal, pencil…
“I don’t want to go to college in Dublin,” I manage, handing it back to her. “I want to move away. And I want to do my portfolio soon, so that I can do that as soon as I can.”
She eyes me curiously, “Alright… Well, there are heaps of options for international study...”
“Yeah, I think that’s what I want.”
“Do you study French?”
“No, German,” German, which I chose in first year because I am lazy and it seemed easy at first. The words were just like eccentric cousins of English ones that could all be squished together into hilariously long streams of letters that my friends and I would laugh about. Schwarzwälderkirschtorte. I’ll never forget that one, nor will I Krankenwagen, Backpfeifengesicht, Schadenfreude. All of us lazy boys who didn’t want to make the effort with French took German, whose words actually sounded the way they were written. I admire directness in people, so I expect it in languages too. French is underhanded, insincere. Why speak one that makes you work so hard? It’s absurd.
“Well,” Miss O’Reilly goes back to her drawer for more shuffling, “Have you considered studying in Germany? Or the UK? There are lots of great universities abroad.”
“I never thought very far ahead,” I admit, “I just know I don’t want to study here.”
“Okay, well, at least that narrows it down some. Have a look at some of these in your free time,” She slots a small stack of forms into my hand, to which I stare dumbly at. The barrage of information is a visual assault with all of these bullet points and new abbreviated words, application fees this, UCAS that…
I must look stricken as I feel, because Miss O’Reilly softens, “or you could come back to me when I have a few moments free and we can go through it all together. I know it’s a lot to take in, and usually we don’t go so much into depth with fifth years. This kind of thing is for next year, and usually we try not to overwhelm kids with too many decisions too soon.”
“I know, I just think I’d like a head start. Especially if there’s all these, um, requirements.”
“Well, as I said, a portfolio preparation course at a local college-”
“I don’t want to do that.”
She blinks, “Right.”
“I really just want to go somewhere new, miss. I’m willing to work hard at every chance I get to do it, I’ll make art all summer, I’ll have the best portfolio ever-”
She laughs, “I’m sure you will! I don’t doubt you at all, Jude, you’re a wonderful artist and I’m willing to help you with your work whenever there’s time to.”
“Well I don’t do Irish,” I say, “I’m exempt, so I have a free class every day where I usually just try and do my homework…”
“Well come to my class then, even when I’m teaching other years, you can sit down at the back of my lessons and just do your own thing, get working on those figure studies, the paintings, whatever. As long as you don’t cause trouble…” she eyes me warily, “It’s not a problem.”
“Really?” I don’t mean to sound so overwhelmingly grateful to her, as though I’m on the brink of falling to my knees and worshipping her, but truly, I am in slight disbelief at her offer. Most of my interactions with the teachers in this school have been of them snapping fingers in my face, rolling their eyes, calling me out of class so that they can berate me loudly in the hallway while my gleeful classmates crowd around listening at the glass panel in the doorway. It’s almost hard to believe that I have found one who is intent on being supportive.
“Yeah,” she says, and she’s distracted by the crowd of third years piling into the room behind me. “Come by any time between classes, I’m happy to help.”
“Thanks, miss.”
“No problem at all,” she turns to the hoard, “hello everyone! Art history today!” and they let out a collective groan as I slip out into the hallway.
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#lucky boy 2009#potentially boring school stuff#but interesting if you've read lucky girl and you know what he ends up choosing idkkk#love Miss O'Reilly she's such a gem#finally a teacher that humanises him lmao
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I love your writing so much, if it wouldn't be too much trouble could do you something where Ghost and the reader get tattoos together
(kinda like the story where the 2 got tattoos for each other without the other knowing but this time they decide to get one together?)
If not thats 100% okay and I hope you have an Amazing day!
Warnings: None? Needles I guess? But it’s not described. Fluffffff
A/n: Sorry this took so long, my motivation has been 📉 lately. But thank you so much for the kind words and amazing request❤️ Hope you like it! Also this is technically a part 3 to my other story but can be read as a standalone.
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“Would you get another one?” He asks suddenly one day as their sitting at the table, a deck of cards in hand.
Yes you know having poker be your date night activity is strange, but your relationship wasn’t exactly anyones definition of “normal” to begin with. But it was your normal. So, yes, sitting at the table on a Friday night with a group of playing cards in one hand and a take out taco in the other was your definition of a good time, sue you.
You look up from your deck at his question, he still hadn’t looked up from his, “What?”
“A tattoo. Would you ever get another one?” He questions, leaning back in his seat, eyes finally connecting to yours.
“I-I mean I’m not- opposed to the idea, if I found the right one.” You’re still not sure of the meaning of this. The question was so sudden
He hums, nodding his head. Eyes gazing back down at his cards, as if they held all the answers.
You raise an eyebrow, “why?” You drawl out.
He shrugs,“Curious.” Is all you get as response before he stands up, throwing his deck down on the table, “I win.” He proclaims in in a baritone voice, then promptly turns to step out of the room. Your eyes following him in total confusion.
They then flick down to his discarded hand.
A royal flush.
That bastard.
Shaking your head slightly, you can’t help but let a fond smirk overtake your face as your ears catch onto the sound of water pittering against the shower floor.
Your boyfriend, the man of many words.
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About a week later.
“Are we there yet?”
Simon sighs in annoyance, the hand not on the steering wheel rubbing his temple, “You’re not bloody five years old, stop asking me that.”
You give him a pouty lip just for show,”But we’ve been driving forever.”
“Twenty minutes. We’ve drove for twenty minutes.”
That short?… really?
“Well how the heck am I supposed to know that, I can’t d*mn well watch the clock now can I?” You question rhetorically as you lightly tug on the blindfold secured around your eyes for emphasis.
He lightly swats your hand away,”Don’t touch it.”
You huff indignantly, but do lower your hand,”Can you at least tell me where we’re going?”
“No.”
“Oh come on.”
Simon huffs, that seems to be a reoccurring thing for him the last twenty minutes, “Impatient little thing.”
You could’ve swore you heard some fondness in that sentence.
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Around, what you assume to be, ten minutes later, you feel Ghost’s truck gently pull to a stop. Slightly jostling the both of you as you hear the gear shift click into park.
You sit up in your seat,”Are we there?”
“Yes.”
“Oh thank gosh. Can I please take this off now?” You point towards the blind fold,”I don’t know how you wear that mask 24/7, this thing is killer.”
“It’s not that bad.” You can hear his seatbelt click and the sound of his old Ford door creaking open.
“Wait! Can I take this thing off or not?”
“Almost.” The truck shifts as he steps out. Giving a slight rock at the absence of Simon’s massive body weight.
The door shutting cuts off any response you had. For a short split second you think he’s left you, until he opens your door. Ever the gentleman.
You unbuckle and twist around, legs hanging out the door. Now how are you going to do this blind? You try wiggling your foot around, but can’t feel anything but air.
“Uh- could you like guide me to-“
You cut yourself off with a squeal as, without a word, you’re swept out of your seat. Simon picking you up in a bridal carry, one hand under your thighs, the other around your back, as you rap your hands around his neck in a panic.
“Simon-!”
“Every girl wants to be treated like a princess at least once, don’t they?” You can physically hear his smirk.
It’s embarrassing how much that made your heart flutter.
“You could at least warn me first!”
“Then I wouldn’t get to hear that cute little squeak.” He gives a deep chuckle
You’d never admit to the extent of redness that your cheeks turned to.
You’d also never admit how much you like the feeling of his large hands gripping tightly to the bare skin of your thighs. The gentle scrape of his calisced fingers being almost therapeutic. For such a large man, his hold is surprisingly gentle, always is when he’s touching you. Never wanting to bring you any semblance of pain.
Even after all this time, his touch never fails to raise your skin into goosebumps.
“Alright,” his words bring you back from your touch induced daze,”We’re here.” He sets you back onto your feet, your hands lingering around his neck a little longer than necessary.
“Allow me.” You feel his hands reach around the back of your head, fiddling with the knot.
The blindfold slips loose easily underneath his skilled fingers.
Your eyelashes flutter open now that the obscurity is out of the way. Though you’re forced to immediately scrunch them back closed as the light floods your corneas, leaving colorful spots dancing across the back of your eyelids. It’s only after a few tries that you can actually see anything then just a bright white. Vision finally clearing, you take in your surroundings, particularly the building with a big neon sign atop it.
It’s-
It’s-
The tattoo parlor?
You flick your curious eyes from the sign to Ghost. His face, the upper half that’s not obscured by the black surgical mask, almost looks, dare you say, nervous. Well, maybe not fully nervous, but, slightly unsure of himself?
“Wha-what are we doing here exactly?”
“Well-uh- I thought that, maybe we could get tattoos?”
“But-we already have tattoos?” He made the big deal of blindfolding you, and hauling your a** out of the car to,,get more tattoos. You’d accompanied him to this place multiple times, what’s different now?
“I meant like, together?”
It takes your brain an embarrassingly long time to catch on, your period of silence making Simon’s hesitation only grow.
“Ohhhhh, you mean like-like a couples tattoo.” You feel your smile start to grow as you grab his arm, pulling on it in excitement like a kid in a candy store.
Ghost’s hesitation seems to all but disappear in the face of your happiness, his eyes softening as he observed your childish antics.
“Yeah.” He finally responds breathily, before he remembers something,”I’ve gotta’ picture of the stencils if you wanna-“ He reaches towards his back pocket, though your hand over his stops him. He look up into your eyes, which are shining with love and joy.
“I’m sure whatever you have in mind is perfect.” You lean up on your tiptoes to give him a sweet peck on the cheek,”Thank you.”
You could’ve swore you saw his cheeks turn a little pink, though he doesn’t let you observe him for long before he’s clearing his throat, turning his face away.
He offers his hand to you in invitation,”Ready?”
You smile, placing your hand in his,”Yep!”
-$-
You both take turns since Ghost refuses to use any of the other artists besides Jackson. And refuses to let you use anyone else. Says he trusts him the most, with his whole identity thing and to not hurt you.
Simon won’t even let you in the room during his session, saying that he wants to reveal it after they’re both finished. He sits by your side during your tattooing, holding your hand and making sure you don’t look before it’s finished. Even rubs his hand over your arm when you wince, whispering a little “You got this princess” in your ear.
Jackson wipes the remaining ink residue from your lower arm,”Alright, looks like we’re finished!” He begins cleaning up his tools.
You and Simon turn to look at one another.
“You wanna see em’?” He asks.
You give him a deadpan expression,”No, I wanna wait another hour. Of course I wanna see!” You excitedly sit up on the bench
He fondly shakes his head, and when he speaks, you can hear the smile, “Alright, close your’ eyes for a moment.” An order you immediately comply with.
You hear rustling and then a slight ripping sound, which you assume is him tearing the bandage from his own tattoo if Jackson’s chastisements are anything to go by. Chastisements that Simon, of course, answers with a quick “Stop your bloody worrying, it’ll be fine”
You feel him grab your arm, careful around the tender area, and pull it up in front of you, placing it beside of his.
“You can look.”
You eyes flutter open, even though in the dim parlor lights you’re not nearly as blinded as when you removed the blindfold earlier, it still takes a second for shapes to register. When they do, your gaze immediately latches on to the two arms displayed in front of you. Your breath hitches.
“You like em’?” And there’s that unsureness again. Rearing it’s head in the face of your prolonged silence.
You look at him, eyes hesitant to leave Jackson’s masterpieces, “Like them? I love them!”
You basically tackle him in a hug, again, being careful with your arm, and almost fall off the bench from the momentum. Ghost lets out a little huff of amusement as he catch’s your weight with his other arm, “They’re perfect. Thank you.” You lean back enough to look at him.
He bumps his forehead lightly against yours,”Anything for you, sweetheart.”
The endearment makes you heart jump, a soft smile lighting your face. Every single thing this man does, makes you fall farther and farther in the depths of love.
“Can we please cover them now?” Jackson exclaims from the other side of the room, holding up a roll bandages.
You both burst out in giggles.
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JHS- Twisted Feelings (6)
Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.
Genre: idol!hope × fem!reader, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers, ongoing series
Warning: none for this chapter!
A/N: so…thoughts?
Ch.05 <Series Masterlist > Ch.07
By the time you got home, it was dark, in normal circumstances you’d be angry for getting home so late but the dinner Hoseok had provided you with meant you didn’t need to do anything else for the day.
You placed the bag he had gifted you gently on the floor before heading to your room.
Throwing your body in your bed you pull out your phone, checking a few useless Instagram notifications before clicking On Naraes contact, swiftly selecting the “call” button.
It rings a few times before her voice fills the line. “How was your first day?”
“Not even a hello?” You sigh.
She laughs. “Shut up, tell me everything.”
“I signed an NDA I can’t tell you much.” You explain you’d bargained to be able to share things with your parents after lengthy assurance that you needed to be able to share things with those closest to you and that they wouldn’t share whatever you told them but unfortunately you were still limited to what you could tell Na-Rae.
You can hear the clicking of a pen coming from her, she must still have been working. “I can’t believe you won’t tell me anything.”
“I didn’t say I couldn’t tell you anything, I said I couldn’t tell you much.” You giggle.
“Spill.” She demands.
“They are renovating the building and I knocked paint over, it went all over his shoes and I’m sure they were expensive expensive. More than my rent for the month.” You cringe at just how mortifying the entire experience had been.
You can hear the surprise in her voice. “Was he angry?”
“No, he told me it wasn’t my fault and even gave me a spare shirt because mine was ruined by the paint.” You explain, unconsciously pulling the fabric of the shirt towards your nose once again.
“You could sell it. Make your rent and his shoe money.” She offers, although you aren’t sure whether she’s entirely serious.
“No. That’s fucked up. I hope you’re joking.” You chide.
The line falls quiet for a minute before she laughs. “Of course I am, when do you work next?”
You groan. “Tomorrow but only in the afternoon.”
“You wanna get breakfast?”
Just like that the conversation falls away from your day, you were thankful your best friend didn’t push more than you allowed her to as you began discussing your breakfast plans along with all the drama she felt necessary to fill you in from since you quit.
The conversation lasted more than an hour before you excused yourself to clean up for the day. Feeling somewhat reluctant as you slip off Hoseoks shirt and put it into the wash.
You’d see him again tomorrow and in a non-weird way ask what he uses to make it smell so good if you can muster the courage of course.
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You arrived at the cafe an hour earlier than you and Na-Rae had arranged. Wanting to finalise some flash cards you had been working on for Hoseok.
You’d made them bright, the borders of each card being a pastel green, the writing being various shades of colours all in italics.
Just because it was learning material it didn’t mean it had to be ugly.
“Pretty.” A voice called from behind you, temporarily scaring you shitless.
After calming your breathing in an orderly fashion you twisted around, giving you a better sight of the person - the man - in front of you.
“Hello?” You question with a raised eyebrow at the unfamiliar face.
“Oh..oh yes.” He fumbles around awkwardly, extending a hand to you. “Hello I’m jungmin, everyone calls me min.”
If he hadn’t been somewhat creeping over you then you may have found him otherwise endearing. However, he was creeping. “Can I ask why you were watching me?”
“Oh no, I was waiting for my coffee, I was waiting and my phone died so I was looking for a place to charge it and then I see your flashcards and I thought they were pretty, I didn’t mean to scare you. Can I buy you a coffee to make up for it?” You took a second to observe him, he seemed well put together, donning a black suit, shoes shining which in your mother's opinion meant a man took pride in himself, his story seemed plausible.
“Okay, I'll accept one coffee.” you nod. “I'll just take a latte.”
His smile grows tenfold. “Classic, I like it. I'll be right back.”
It only took him a few minutes before he was seating himself into the chair opposite your own, placing the to-go cup on the table. “Latte.”
“Oh, Thankyou.” You slide the drink closer to you, shutting your laptop. It didn’t hurt to make friends.
“So, what do you do for work?” He questions.
“I’m an English teacher.” It wasn’t a lie. “And you?”
He sips his drink despite the steam, so he was that kind of man. “I help run a company.”
Wow, important. “What one? Would I have heard of them?”
“Probably not.” He chuffs. “I run the media department in a publishing company, we deal with distribution.”
Now your interest was piqued. “Do you like to write?”
“I do, I am fond of poetry.” He leans in further, his attention focused on you. “Do you write?”
Avoid, Avoid, Avoid.
“I teach English.” You sip your drink, a useful distraction. “This tastes so good.”
He doesn’t push further, his smirk saying more than words possibly could.
“So you replaced me for lunch?”
Fuck, Na-Rae.
You whipped your head around, eyes wide and apologetic. “No, of course not. Jungmin-ssi here just brought me a coffee that’s all.
This is my best friend, Na-Rae. ”
She nods sceptically, offering a nod of the head before taking the spare seat.
Jungmin checks his watch letting out a quiet “ah” before standing. “I should be off anyway, I think my employees would scold me if I kept them waiting at another minute. It was lovely to meet you both.”
He is already walking away before you can respond, you call him instead offering a small wave. “Thanks for the coffee!”
“He brought you coffee?”
You turn back to her, the scowl she was wearing gone. “Yes.”
“I can’t stay as long as I’d like I have a meeting, there’s been some massive issue with the broadcasting, someone made a mistake and published the wrong articles for different groups. You’ll never guess who got mixed up!”
You weren’t one for gossip but you always loved the free entertainment. “Who?”
“So we had to publish the BTS, stray kids, ateez, and Blackpink artist articles the same day, someone mixed them up and the entire thing was a mess. It seemed almost like it was done on purpose, BTS’ speech looked so bad. One part said “we don’t care about the hate we receive because we have army.” but it was changed to “we don’t care about our fans because we hate them.” She threw her head back laughing, intermittently explaining all of the other mistakes. Only pausing when she notices your panicked expression. “What?”
“What the fuck?” You breathed, shoving your laptop into your bag. “I have to go.”
She frowned. “What why?”
“Because I was the one who finalised the articles before I changed jobs!”
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so i’m writing dadsbestfriend!hotch x reader (but christmas edition) and it’s everything i ever needed - are you kidding me? mistletoe and secret santa and aaron looking so goddamn fine in a red button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows so that when he’s shrugged off his suit jacket you can see every chord of muscle right down to the veins on his arms !!
and because it’s not even thanksgiving yet and i’m impatient, i’m leaving this here because little details like this have me giggling and kicking my feet
“i come bearing gifts.” he holds up a tupperware container. “dessert. jack and i made sugar cookies. granted, they might not be recognizable - jack was a bit overzealous with the frosting - but they are delicious, and,” he offers you a neatly wrapped present, complete with a red bow, “for the now not-so-secret santa.”
he chuckles at his own joke, a warm and light sound that rumbles low in his chest, and considering that aaron's laughs are a rarity, few and far in between - and reserved for altogether special company - it's that knowledge that has you, despite the cold, feeling such warmth; straight out from your heart to the tips of your fingers and toes.
pls hit me with ur holiday hotch thoughts 🥺💗
STOPPPPP the way that is so incredibly and absolutely perfect i am MELTING 😭🥰 if you're comfy with it, pls tag me once you've finished i would love to read it fully 🫶🏻
cw; mentions of food, quick reference to haley's death
UGH but holidays with the hotchners 🥺🥺🥺 i have many many thoughts hehe i hope you're ready!!!!
i can see aaron being the type to wait until after it's thanksgiving to really begin prepping or whatnot, BUT you, along with jack's help, are pulling all the christmas boxes out of storage within the first week of november.
AHHH imagine aaron getting home from work, and as he opens the door he is immediately greeted by the blasting of christmas music and boxes piled in the living room. at first, he freezes and is like what in the world ????? but then jackers runs up to him all excited that he's finally home so the three of you can finally start decorating because he's been waiting way way too long 🥹🥹🥹 you join the two of them, just as excited as jack, and aaron looks at you amusingly and is like "wasn't it halloween not even a week ago?? what happened to thanksgiving?" but hehe nonetheless, that night aaron sets up the tree and you all decorate the apartment together <3333
and that's just the beginning of all the festivities 🥹 the first day it actually snows a decent amount, you and aaron take jack sledding <3 UGHGHGN aaron all bundled up in a puffy coat with a hat and scarf 😭😭 he's also very adamant that you and jack are equally as bundled up, there will be no frostbite on his watch >:( but the three of you all race one another down the hill, and take turns going down with jack 🥹 speaking of aaron gets so <3333 seeing you and jack sliding down the hill together. on several occasions the sled topples over, throws you both into the snow and the two of you are just laughing and laughing 🥺 and despite the cold aaron is just feeling so so so warm because he feels so happy and what more could he want in the world than his two favorite people 😭 and afterwards!!! it only makes sense to indulge in hot chocolate and watch a christmas movie <3 the three of you cozy up on the couch (and yes, you did talk aaron into matching christmas jammies) with blankets and your hot chocolate and have a sweet night in <3 this year, jack can't seemingly get enough of elf but he barely makes it twenty minutes, falling asleep from the super fun day he had <3 hehe that leaves you and aaron 🥺 you're curled up at his side and he has an arm around you <3 AH he just keeps giving you kisses and his eyes are so so full of love when he looks at you 🥰😣
and the week of christmas!!!!!! full of making cookies, last minute shopping, the three of you work on a gingerbread house together, and jack is nearly bouncing off the walls with excitement from the second he wakes up until he's tucked into bed that night <3 and just the thought of aaron in cozy sweaters or crewnecks <3333 omg
on christmas eve, dave has his big get-together at his mansion, for dinner and gifts with the team. and then christmas day is just a day for you and your boys 🥺<3 jack is in your room right at dawn, jumping onto the bed to wake you and aaron up because you've been asleep for far too long and he needs to see if santa stopped by!!!!!! hehe aaron gets up first much to jack's dismay, because he has to wait just five more minutes, solely just to put some coffee on <333 but that gives you an opportunity to give jack some quick snuggles and tell him merry christmas 🥹 and finally when aaron is ready hehe, jack runs out and is completely enamored by what he sees 🥹 you and aaron watch him open his gifts, and then jack surprises you with gifts of his own!!!! it's different crafts he made at school, but you can easily tell how hard he worked on them and jack is also very proud of himself that he managed to keep this a lil secret without letting it spill🥺 and then it's the rest of the family gifts!!! heheh you and jack got aaron a gift, and aaron and jack got you one <3333 ughbgh there is just so much love in the air and everything is absolutely perfect <3 the three of you also stay in your pajamas all day long 🥺
ALSO!!! it wasn't until after you entered aaron's life that his holiday season became more festive 😭 while he was with haley, they did the per usual; decorating, presents, christmas cookies, made it as fun as they could for jack- all that. but after the divorce, everything changed since it was just him. he would still have a tree, he would decorate cookies with jack, but the season just didn't feel as magical anymore :( and it didn't help that he had such a busy work schedule. plus before haley died, he only spent a few hours with jack on christmas, meaning he spent most of the day alone :((((( but now, he has you and will never feel sad or alone during the holiday season as well, which now quickly become his favorite time of year 🥹 plus let's not forget how you are driven to make sure jack has an amazing holiday season after everything he went through too :( you just want to supply your boys with the most love possible 🥺
so even decorating earlier works in aaron's favor then, because since you never know when he'll be dragged away by serial killers, you have a more open window of time to make sure aaron is included and doesn't miss out on anything <33333
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MY WORST SIM NIGHTMARE JUST HAPPENED!
So as I was getting ready to narrate the next part of Kaori's story, I came to the dreadful realization... My screenshots weren't saving! So all I was preparing was for nothing! Well, good thing I am a writer. I'm not gonna leave y'all hanging. Good news is I was able to find the last two shots I took before closing the game. So those two will be used as the cover of this chapter (or part or whatever you want to call it) With that being out of the way, I will go ahead and write the story out for you all.
Part Nine: Face to face
As the girls arrived at the charter, they couldn't help but feel uneasy about the amount of security that was there.
Amani: Whoa. This is a lot of people..
Siddhartha: I know. You'd think the president is coming over. Are the Itos REALLY that wealthy.
Kaori stays silent.
Amani: Oh look, there's agent Morales.
Kaori quickly throws on her shades.
Siddhartha: Amor, don't be ridiculous. I'm sure he'll barely say anything about it. You're fine.
Amani: Who's that chick beside him??
They all look at the brunette standing next to Carlos.
Siddhartha: That's agent Deaton. She's a DDA too.
Kaori : Oh cool.
They showed their badges and headed onward to where the jets were supposed to land. The girls were idly waiting. Kaori couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety. She knew Gatsby had sent Carlos to especially watch over her. But would she really be able to hold it in??
Kaori (Come on, Kaori. Pull yourself together!!!)
Morales : Agent Nishidake.
She looked up and saw Carlos looking at her.
Kaori : Agent Morales... A pleasure to meet you.
Carlos: Likewise...
*awkward silence*
Carlos: Gatsby would like to talk to you privately later. Be on the lookout for his phone call.
Kaori : I see.
**AN HOUR LATER**
After what felt like a forever wait, the first plane had landed and everyone began to adjust themselves.
When the doors to the plane opened, Nanami stepped out. She looked around and took a deep breath before descending the steps.
Nanami: Home at long last…
She looked around and smiled politely before Agent Morales walked up to her.
Morales: Welcome back, Ms. Ito. I hope your flight wasn't too much trouble.
Nanami: Hi. Is my brother here yet?
Morales: Your brother will be landing shortly.
Nanami: Can I wait here and see him? I haven’t seen him in forever.
Agent Grant walks up to her.
Grant: Ms. Ito, we are under strict rules to bring you home as soon as you land.
Nanami: But my brother -
Grant: I can assure you you'll see him once he gets home. Your ride is waiting for you. Agent Santiago and I will be riding home with you.
Nanami sighs, disappointed that she doesn't get to see Kiyoshi until he gets home. She reluctantly went into the car. Her luggage was put behind and the driver drove them to the Ito residence.
Kaori watched as she was led away to the car. Nanami looked more proper, was more polite and reserved. She had also grown to be just as beautiful as her mother. Kaori remembered just how much of a kleptomaniac she was when she was a kid. Looking at her now, she was sure she had grown past that phase.
A few minutes had passed and the other plane landed. Kaori could feel her heart racing. When the door opened, there he was… He looked even more handsome than she remembered. He had cut his hair, looked a lot more fit, taller… He walked down the steps of the plane and looked around before sighing..
Kiyoshi: Show off..
Kaori could not bring herself to move. She just stared as he made his way down the stairs. Agent Morales looked at her before nudging her.
Morales: Agent Nishidake.
Kaori looked over at Carlos.
Morales: Are you sure you can do this?
Kaori: I’m not a child. Yes, I can do this.
Agent Morales walked up to Kiyoshi.
Morales: Welcome back to Mt. Komorebi, Mr Ito..
Kiyoshi: Thank you.
Morales: I am Agent Morales. Agent Deaton and I will be escorting you back.
Kiyoshi nodded. He picked up a backpack and threw it over his shoulder. He walked toward the limo, though he noticed Kaori standing there, he couldn't recognize her because she was wearing shades. Kaori entered the Range Rover and at Carlos'signal, all dove to the Ito residence.
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Today didn’t turn out quite how I planned but here is a thing. This is a combined effort for @wolfstarmicrofic with the prompt fortress and Sirius and Harry Saturday, written for the lovely lovely @impishtubist
“I’m the Prince and Moony is the King,” Harry says as he adjusts one of the pillows with his hands, and Sirius does not miss the smug twist to Moony’s grin at that.
“And what am I?” Sirius huffs, a little affronted. ”A distant cousin?”
“No,” Harry gives him a strange look, “you’re the Queen, Padfoot.”
Sirius hears Remus’ chortle, the muttered “Dunno how right you are about that one, Haz. Ow!”
Moony grabs his ankle where Sirius’ stinging hex hit him, a weak little thing that couldn’t even have been all that painful but Sirius still receives a glare from his husband.
They had spent most of the day building a fortress made out of pillows in the living room, held together by a bit of luck and quite a lot of magic. Now the three of them were were hiding behind one of the walls, Sirius and Remus with their wands and Harry with a chopstick left over from last night’s Chinese takeaway.
“NO, Padfoot!” Harry’s voice is admonishing, and the look he receives from his godson a little exasperated. “You’re supposed to be here!”
He points at a spot roughly an inch to the left of where Sirius is currently standing. He raises his brows at Remus’ amused expression, rolling his eyes in a way as if to say you just wait as he moves where Harry wants him.
“Sorry, Haz. My bad.”
“Hm,” Harry says, looking at him intently before he’s satisfied with his position, swirling around on the spot to face Remus instead. “And you’re here, Moony.”
Remus moves dutifully to the place he’s assigned, trying not to smile at Harry’s serious expression. Harry nods his approval before turning to face the room, head peaking up over the top of the wall of pillows in front of them.
“Er, Harry?” Sirius asks after a while, when Harry has been staring intently at the sofa on the other side of the room for a good two minutes. “What are we waiting for?”
“Shh,” Harry glares at him. “We’re waiting for the monsters!”
“Ah, yes, of course,” Sirius nods, trying his best not to smile.
”We’re waiting for the monsters to come and then we will fight them with our wands. We’re protecting the castle. Shh!” Harry stares at the sofa for a moment, body tensed, before he relaxes again, whispering. ”I thought I heard them.”
Sirius watches him fondly, focusing his attention back in the direction that Harry is looking in. Silence settles for a moment, and then…
”Oh no,” Remus’ voice is grave, serious, and Harry whips around to stare at him, eyes wide and voice barely over a whisper.
”What?”
”I think the Monsters are here, Haz,” Remus nods gravely but Sirius can see the hint of a smile behind his eyes as Harry sucks in a dramatic breath. ”It’s, yes…” Moony pretends to listen carefully, looking around them, ”oh no, Haz, it’s the tickling monster and I think– I think– I think it’s taken me over!”
”Noooo!” shrieks Harry in protest as Remus makes a move towards him, and he backs away until he he knocks against Sirius.
Remus follows, a helpless sort of expression on his face, ”I’m sorry Hazza, I can’t help it. It’s– it’s taken over now.”
Harry squawks as Remus dives for him, making a fruitless attempt to escape Moony’s long arms, shrieking in laughter as he’s hoisted into the air and flipped upside down.
”Noo–ooo,” he gasps, laughing delightedly as he writhes in Moony’s hold, clinging to his arms and legs kicking. ”Help, Padfoot!”
”I dunno, Haz I’m not sure I can beat the tickling monster,” Sirius teases as he watches them, chest expanding with the love he feels for the two of them as Moony easily throws the child into the air before catching him again.
”Mooo–oony,” Harry cries between fits of giggles, squirming out of his grip and throwing himself at Sirius instead, and Sirius catches him, finding himself with a five year old in his arms as he takes a step back to keep his balance. “Save me Padfoot!”
Remus grins, positively wolfishly as he closes in on them both and Sirius backs up against the wall of pillows behind them, still with Harry in his arms, the boy clinging to him, arms wrapped tightly around Sirius’ neck.
He doesn’t have a chance to reply properly before Remus is right there, and the three of them tumbles into the wall of pillows that comes down around them, the spell breaking, Harry twisting and squirming and laughing breathlessly between them.
Once they’ve worn themselves out, they lie gasping for breath in the pile of pillows, Harry fitted snuggly between himself and Remus, face flushed and eyes wet from tears of laughter.
“You ruined the castle, Moony,” says Harry as the twists himself around, Sirius smiling fondly at the loving expression on Remus’ face as he ruffles the boy’s hair.
“Sorry sprog, we’ll rebuild it,” Remus promises and Harry nods in satisfaction as he shuffles closer.
“Later,” he nods, heaving a satisfied little sigh.
“Later,” Sirius agrees with a soft smile.
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Alone No Longer Ch. 8- Ties That Bind
"Sabine. How may I be of assistance?"
Her smile stretched to reveal four sharpened canines.
"I'm so glad you asked. As I was just explaining to this gentleman-"
She turned slightly, inclining her head toward the guard.
"I am here to see my husband and I am not leaving this hallway until I do."
Walter's violet eyes widened behind his monocle. He stared at her in disbelief, but Sabine gave no indication that her demand was anything but serious.
"You know I cannot allow that. He's a war criminal. A political prisoner of the Hellsing organization."
Sabine pursed her lips. Her eyebrows drew together as she glanced at the cell door. Hans was in there. She knew it. She could feel him.
"Yes I know, but prisoners have a right to visitation."
The guard behind her snorted.
"That bastard doesn't have any legal rights. He's a bloody-"
Sabine whirled around to face the soldier. His mouth snapped shut at the sight of her glowing red eyes.
"Werewolf? And what do you see when you look at me, hmm? A monster?"
"Sabine."
She ignored Walter's warning and advanced on the guard. A low growl of frustration built behind her voice. She wasn't technically a prisoner of Hellsing, but she was close enough.
"Just because I am not human does not make me less of a person!"
"Sabine, calm down!"
The soldier slid his finger to the trigger of his rifle. Sabine spun away from him and closed her eyes, willing her temper back under control.
She felt as if the pain in her chest was driving her mad! She didn't know if it was the bond between them, or if her feelings for Hans were genuine, but the separation had become physically unbearable. What started as a dull throb of longing grew into an agonizing stab of loss. Something inside Sabine was withering… and dying.
If she perished from a broken heart, who would be left to care for Barrett?
Desperate tears threatened to fall as she took a deep breath through her nose and out of her mouth. It required every ounce of willpower not to throw herself at the cell door and claw at it like a rabid beast.
"Valtah, please. Open the door. My son is a month old and has yet to meet his father."
"Sir Hellsing would never approve-"
Sabine stomped her foot. The sound of her heel connecting with the concrete floor echoed down the sterile hallway.
"I do not care what Sir Hellsing would approve! He has refused to answer my questions and I am tired of waiting! Valtah, I am so tired."
Barrett stirred in her arms. She soothed him back to sleep as she turned to face Walter. Something dark passed over his features, but was gone in an instant. Sabine was left wondering if she had imagined the look.
"I have to see Hans. Unless you plan to shoot an unarmed woman and her baby, I am not moving from this spot until you open that door!"
"Fine. If you wish to see him so badly, then be my guest. You have ten minutes."
Sabine and the soldier both startled at Walter's sudden change of heart.
"Unlock the cell."
The guard stared at him.
"But, sir?"
His lips pressed into a thin line. He scowled at the soldier as he folded his hands behind his back.
Walter was just as tired of waiting.
"That's an order soldier. Unless you doubt my ability to keep a single prisoner under control?"
"No Sir."
The sullen guard removed the key ring from his belt and began to unlock the cell door. Sabine couldn't seem to catch her breath. Her fingers restlessly combed through her hair, tucking every strand back into place. Anxiously, she tugged at her garments. After one month of endless seclusion, she was finally going to be reunited with Hans!
The last image she had of him was on his knees, kneeling before Sir Hellsing in defeat. The last time they touched was his goodbye kiss in the woods.
The reinforced door swung open. Sabine rushed past the guard.
"Hans!"
The overwhelming presence of silver crawled across her skin. Every hair stood on end. Instinctively, she shielded Barrett's delicate body from the deadly metal.
The sight that greeted her inside the cell ripped a gasp from her lips before she could stifle the noise.
"Oh… Hans."
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Since there are too many amazing BL canon fics to count, we decided to make a third part to our canon rec list. You can find the part one here and part two here. Happy reading!
1) Just A Trim | Explicit | 2260 words
The one where Harry gets a haircut, and Louis, along with the rest of the world, loses his mind.
2) Lips Are Like The Galaxy’s Edge | Explicit | 2360 words
Harry licks over Louis’ hole slowly, deliberately, and his tongue is like velvet and Louis’ skin is burning at every junction where Harry touches him and it’s all so good he thinks he might cry. He licks a few more times, moaning softly like he’s relishing the taste of Louis and that’s just, well, fuck.
3) What’s Yours Is Mine (What’s Mine Is Ours) | Explicit | 2982 words
Prompt: Something about Louis always waiting until the last minute to pack his bag for tour so one time Harry does it for him and then they’re thousands of miles away by the time Louis figures out Harry hasn’t actually packed anything useful. Whether it’s because Harry is just genuinely useless at packing for other people or because he wants Louis to be forced to wear his clothes is up in the air. Also Louis refusing to wear Harry’s clothes out of pure spite until Harry makes it up to him.
4) A Touch Of Your Love | Explicit | 3856 words
Harry’s physical training has been intense. He wakes up before the sun to run. He spends long hours in the gym boxing and lifting weights.
Louis usually likes working out with Harry when they’re on tour, and even now he enjoys going on a run or boxing a bit with Harry. But Harry hasn’t seemed to stop moving since he accepted the role in Dunkirk. And it’s not that Louis always needs to be the center of Harry’s attention, but he very much wants to be.
5) Power Inside | Explicit | 5861 words
Louis wrinkles his nose and pokes Harry again. “You want a baby,” he repeats.
Again, Harry frowns. “Uh, yeah, Lou, I want a baby. So do you.”
Where is this even going. Harry honestly has no clue.
Abruptly, Louis stops frowning and practically throws himself off of Harry, splaying himself out on his side of the bed, arms spread wide. “Okay. Let’s make a baby, then.”
Can eyebrows get permanently attached to a hairline? Harry has a feeling he’s going to find out. “You do realize - ” he starts.
“Yes, Harry, I realize,” Louis says, stroking his fingers over the inside of his own thigh, ruking his shorts up. “You gonna shut up about it and give me a baby or am I gonna have to go out and find someone else to fulfill my deepest desires?”
He’s a nutjob. He’s a complete nutjob. Harry’s in love with a complete nutjob.
6) Heart Beats Slow (I Wish You) | Explicit | 6011 words
“These,” Louis pauses with a half-eaten toast in his hand and a stale bite of buttery bread still in his mouth, he feels like choking on it, “are girl’s pants. Why would I look good in girl’s pants? Do you not like my current choice in underwear or what?”
7) Want It All The Time, Need It Every Day | Explicit | 6306 words
Louis visits LA a week before the boys head to Australia for On The Road Again.
He and Harry have some catching up to do.
8) You Drive Me Wild (You Know You Do) | Explicit | 6632 words
Their management informs them that they have an interview right before the ARIAs, and it isn't until he's in a suit, seated on a couch between Liam and Zayn, that he gets the idea.
The interviewer, Angus, smiles at them, right before the cameras roll on, and a metaphorical light bulb goes off inside Louis' head. He's perfect. Well, not as perfect as Harry, but enough. He's attractive, attractive enough to drive Harry crazy, and he doesn't even think of the consequences of his actions, just decides right then. It's all Harry's fault anyway. Louis should be allowed to have a little fun.
9) I’m Broken, Do You Hear Me? | Explicit | 6957 words
Louis starts acting weird and distant around Harry, and it takes Harry a little while to put together what's wrong. When he finally does, he's determined to help Louis see just how much he loves every piece of him.
10) Glimpse Of The Silhouettes | Explicit | 7181 words
Harry isn't sure what the rules are for this. It's hard to believe that there are any, that's there's a handbook just waiting for him to buy: why is my best mate getting hard in my lap when I touch his arse?
11) Call Me Shallow But I’m Only Getting Deeper | Explicit | 7367 words
The one where Louis is a brat so Harry spanks him with a riding crop.
12) I’m An Addict Of Magic, And I Need My Fix | Explicit | 7994 words
Harry surprises Louis in Los Angeles while Louis is there on tour. Smut ensues of course and Harry goes a little overboard with marking Louis up with hickies. Louis ends up having to wear a turtleneck onstage to hide all of the marks littered around his neck and body.
13) Under the Vanilla Sky | Explicit | 8006 words
Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.
Who the hell wears a hat like that on a yacht? That's one of the things Louis thinks when he sees Harry from across the deck of the most expensive, ridiculous boat he's ever been on. He also thinks he'd like to get closer. Just to see what's under those aviators. Just to verify that, yes, in fact, those white swim trunks might be a little see-through when wet. Just to see if someone could really be that hot in real life. On a yacht. In the Caribbean sea just off the coast of St. Barts.
Here's what really happened on that yacht.
14) Reminiscing The Other Day | Explicit | 8317 words
Harry's invited to a wedding, and there's only so much Louis can hide.
15) Anything Goes | Explicit | 10275 words
Harry probably shouldn't be amused that Louis has a death grip on his hand and is dragging away from an event that, you know, they should be at. And he still probably shouldn't have that god awful smirk plastered to his face when Louis shoves him into the bathroom and steps in before locking the door.
16) The Sweat On Your Skin | Explicit | 11014 words
Louis is certain there's no better way to come down from a post-gym high than a naked romp in the bed with his favorite workout partner.
17) Cut To The Bone | Explicit | 11133 words
Harry celebrates his birthday in Japan. Louis stays with him.
18) Fumbling in the Dark | Explicit | 21599 words
Louis is straight, Harry is not. They still shag a lot.
19) Another Day Gettin’ Into Trouble | Explicit | 25619 words
Harry’s drunk when the idea occurs to him. He’s also a pop star, so sometimes his drunk ideas turn into actual things instead of just ideas. The clone-a-willy kit is one of them.
In Harry’s defense, when he first thinks about it his intention is just to buy the kit and give it to Louis to make his own dildo with, because that’s what he wants anyway, right? To have a penis filling him up?
Then he realizes that it would be weird if Louis made a copy of his own dick to fuck himself with. It’d be super weird. Louis fucking himself? That’s a weird idea. Harry’s pretty sure Louis wouldn’t like that.
Clearly the only solution here is to use his own dick for the mold.
20) Something In The World Today | Explicit | 48027 words
It shouldn’t be a surprise, the first time that Louis drops to his knees in front of Harry. It shouldn’t be, because it’s been something that Louis has needed for a long time. It shouldn’t be, because he’s been crawling out of his skin for weeks on end. It shouldn’t be, because Harry always makes him feel better. It shouldn’t be, because he’s needed this even when he didn’t know that he needed it.
Somehow, it still is.
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Chapter 5 of I’ll Be Back Again To Stay
Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist
Pairing: Santiago Garcia x single mom!reader
Warnings: none!
Word Count: 2.4k
Author’s Note: alternative title: it’s Christmas Eve and everyone refuses to acknowledge their feelings
The last few days leading up to Christmas Eve were a whirlwind of present wrapping, Inez-wrangling, baking, and trying not to think about Santi. It was proving to be an impossible task.
No matter what you did, you couldn’t stop thinking about your kiss. And it wasn’t just a simple kiss, it was a full on, bonafide make out session, with someone you’d only met a little over a week ago, that made your head go all fuzzy and your chest tighten whenever you saw him or spoke to him or thought of him.
But that was an issue for another time, because Inez was getting harder and harder to calm down the closer Christmas Eve came.
Kids were always extra excited during the holiday season, but this year Inez was practically bouncing off the walls. She was beyond excited to spend it with her new friends, with more people than just you and her and Sydney, who couldn’t always make the trip after she’d moved away.
You’d felt bad before that you couldn’t give her that picture perfect, large family get together, with everyone smiling and laughing and full of holiday cheer. In your mind, Inez and Sydney were the only family you had, but Will and his buddies were a welcome extension of that.
Now, though, with your invitation to the Morales house, you and Inez get to experience that large family atmosphere. She’s able to run around with Maria while waiting to open presents, and they can play with their new gifts together afterwards.
The day before Christmas Eve, Inez was practically uncontrollable. You, Syd, and Will had taken her to the movie theater to watch the older holiday movies they played, just to give her something to distract her for a few hours. And it worked, but as soon as you left the theater, she was talking a mile a minute about what toys she hopes she gets and how she’s too excited to sleep, even though it’s still the middle of the afternoon.
To keep that holiday cheer going, and to keep her occupied, you have Inez help you with the gift wrapping you’d put off until the last possible second. She wasn’t much help at the actual wrapping part, but she was an expert at sticking the bows on.
Eventually, she runs off to play with the army of stuffies she’d brought, and you plop down on the couch next to Sydney.
“How are you feeling about tomorrow?” She asks, putting an emphasis on the you.
“Terrified. Extremely anxious. Like I’m on the verge of throwing up.” You tell her, honestly.
As much as the group had included you, you couldn’t help the times you felt like an outsider, an intruder ruining the dynamics that they’ve created years ago. Spending a holiday with someone is important, and you just don’t want them to second guess or regret asking you.
Plus, tomorrow would be the first time you’re seeing Santi since you kissed him, and you already know that Sydney will be able to tell that something’s off. The last thing you need tomorrow is Syd’s teasing.
“You have absolutely nothing to worry about,” she reassures you, giving you a squeeze on the shoulder.
“Yes I do,” you counter, “what am I supposed to wear?”
“Whatever you want.”
“But I left my ball gown at home.”
“Ha. Ha. Ha.” She deadpans, before you both break out in giggles.
It takes you a minute to recover, but once you do, Syd is ready to offer you real advice: “It’s honestly just a casual thing, you’ll fit right in in a pair of jeans. And don’t make a big deal because it’s a holiday, just approach it like just another night hanging out at the Morales’.”
Her advice actually worked to calm you down, but you were still beyond anxious about seeing Santi again. He hadn’t texted you since he dropped you off that night, so now you’re worried that he regrets it. You aren’t even sure how you feel.
He’s an attractive man, no one can argue with that, but you’re still not quite sure if your feelings go any deeper than that. And really, do you want them to? What good would it do for you to fall completely in love with a man who lives on the other side of the country?
But still, there’s that part of you that craves him, that wants to spend time with him. Just being near him is enough, his presence sending your nerves haywire and your heart pounding.
You try to ignore your feelings towards Santiago, and your nerves, but they’re always there, humming below the surface.
You give Inez a hot chocolate before sending her to bed early, because you know she’s going to beg you to let her stay up as late as possible tomorrow, and you’re going to let her. She needs as much sleep as she can get, because even though she refuses to nap, she’s a beast when she’s tired.
Luckily, she falls asleep pretty fast, all of the excitement finally getting to her. You sit with her for a few minutes, just watching as she drifts off, before placing a soft kiss on her forehead and creeping from the room.
You call it an early night yourself, far too anxious to sit with Sydney and Will and enjoy the holiday movie they have playing on the TV or the festive drinks they’ve made. Instead, you try your hardest to fall asleep at a decent time, steering your mind away from Santi.
You don’t remember falling asleep, but suddenly Inez is leaning over your groggy form, trying her hardest to whisper in your ear, “You gotta get up!” over and over again. Not your ideal wake-up call, but you put a smile on your face just the same.
You haul Inez downstairs for breakfast, where Sydney is making some last minute additions to your lunch contributions. She’s the exact opposite of Will, finishing tasks at the last possible second and somehow never worried about them.
They both greet you warmly as you set Inez at the kitchen table, wandering over to pour yourself some coffee. You know you’re going to need it. Inez, on the other hand, is absolutely bursting with energy and excitement, so much so that she can barely sit still long enough to eat her breakfast.
Once she’s finished and you’re almost fully awake, you haul her back upstairs to get ready for the day. Inez must be in a great mood, because she barely complains when you wash her face and help her brush her teeth. She’s all smiles as you help her get dressed and send her off downstairs so you can get ready.
You agonize over your outfit choices before you force yourself to calm down and remember what Sydney had told you last night, settling on a pair of jeans and a sweater. You take another minute to remind yourself that today is going to be great and to not overthink everything.
Once you’ve completed your pep talk, you join Inez and Will downstairs as you wait for Syd to finish getting ready before you can all head out. Inez helps Will load all of the gifts and food into the car, finishing just in time for Sydney to pull on her shoes.
The Morales house is already bustling by the time you arrive, and Benny and Santiago have yet to show up. Maria zips to the door to greet you, and as soon as Inez has her boots off, they’re running away to play. Frankie is in the kitchen, still trying to finish up the main dishes for lunch.
Sofia helps you arrange the gifts you brought under the tree, next to the TV that’s softly playing Christmas movies nobody is paying attention to. Soon afterwards, Benny arrives, followed by Santiago. Maria doesn’t bother coming downstairs to greet them, too distracted by Inez and their discussion of what toys they hope they get.
All the adults gather around the kitchen table as Frankie puts the finishing touches on the main dish and Sofia sets out place settings for everyone. Benny helps her carry the other dishes everyone brought, an array of snacks and side dishes so the Moraleses didn’t need to stress about every part of the day.
It’s almost impossible to make Maria and Inez sit down and eat, and they keep craning their necks to glance at the tree in the corner of the living room, as if someone would sneak in and steal all their gifts. As much as the adults want to have a leisurely meal, the girls scarf down their food, impatiently waiting for you all to do the same.
Sofia sends them from the table, exhausted by their endless bouncing, and when the rest of you exit the dining room a few minutes later, they’ve set themself up in front of the tree, intently staring at the gifts, as if they’re attempting to see through the boxes and wrapping paper. You can’t hold in your giggles at the sight, and the look the girls give you sends you into a full on laughing fit.
After what you’re sure felt like hours to them, you and the other adults finish cleaning up the kitchen and dining room before piling into the living room. There’s not enough room on the couch, so you settle yourself onto the floor, and Santi lowers himself next to you.
Frankie gives him a look, glancing from his face to his knees and back to his face. Santiago dismisses it with a shrug, and Maria comes barreling onto her father’s lap, ending any further inquiry from Frankie.
As you’d suspected, Inez had more fun tearing up wrapping paper and digging through bags than anything else. Of course, she was very happy with all of the gifts she’d received, especially the toy dinosaur in a dog’s Halloween costume princess dress from Benny. She absolutely squealed when she opened it, and Benny’s grin in response was one of the cutest things you’ve ever seen.
But, her gifts would keep her entertained later. For now, all she wanted to do was rip things open. So much so that you let her open your gifts for you, just to keep that excited little smile on her face. You also loved the way she’d go “oooo, look mama!” and hold up whatever was in the package. It was practically impossible to keep a smile off your face.
Everyone was in a great mood. You’d sense some tension earlier between Frankie and Santiago, when everyone was filing into the living room, but that’s disappeared. Now, happiness is practically radiating off of everyone in the room.
It’s amazing to you how comfortable you felt, how much these people felt like family when you’d been so reluctant to meet them. It seems crazy that you’ve only known them for less than two weeks when you could swear you’ve known them your entire life. You’re already dreading the return home.
But, you try not to focus on that. Instead, you focus on the fire Frankie had built in the fireplace, the chatter of your friends around you, the warm press of Santiago’s thigh against your own, and the excited grin of your daughter. You couldn’t be happier.
Once all of the gifts had been opened and Frankie had gone into full dad mode and cleaned up all of the wrapping paper and gift bags, the girls scampered off to play with their new goodies while you and the rest of the adults stayed in the living room.
You truly couldn’t remember the last time a holiday had been like this, all fuzzy and warm and full of laughter and people you cared about. As much as you enjoyed it, you were more grateful that Inez was able to experience it, the big get-together with all the warm, happy feelings.
You spend the rest of the afternoon snacking and chatting, tuning in and out of the holiday movies playing quietly on the TV. Inez and Maria are completely enamored with all of their new things, even taking turns to admire each other’s prizes.
It’s past dinner time when the Morales’ finally kick you out so they can do their yearly FaceTime call with Sofia’s family, who’s schedules never align for an in-person holiday. Benny heads back to Will and Sydney’s with you, but Santiago returns to his own house, waving off Will’s invitations to join you.
“He likes being in bed by eight,” Benny jokes as you’re walking towards your cars, earning a middle finger from Santi. You laugh at the joke, but you can’t help the little ache in your chest at the thought of Santiago returning to nothing but his dog. And, deeper down, the thought that he’d rather do that than spend more time with you.
You know you’re being dramatic, so you shake that thought away as soon as it comes, not allowing it to fester and grow into some ugly beast. You turn your mind away from Santiago, something you find yourself doing more and more often, and instead focus on making the rest of the day as perfect as possible.
Once you’re back at the house, you usher Inez upstairs for an early bath before changing her into the most festive, coziest pajamas she owns. Returning back downstairs once you’ve changed into your own comfy clothes, you find that Sydney’s set up plenty of snacks and drinks for you to spend the rest of the night watching movies.
The excitement of the day finally catching up with her, Inez is asleep before the first movie is over, her head resting on your lap and her body nestled between you and Benny. Instead of bringing her upstairs and potentially waking her up, you keep her with you, rubbing a soothing hand up and down her back to keep her asleep.
Benny leaves around 11, so he helps you haul Inez off of your lap and into your arms before he heads home and you and Inez head up to bed after saying goodnight to Sydney and Will. Miraculously, she stays asleep the entire transfer from couch to bed, even as you maneuver her out of your arms and onto her side of the bed.
You fall asleep soon after your head hits the pillow, exhausted from the day behind you and the even longer day ahead. You know that Inez will wake you at the crack of dawn, too excited to see what Santa brought to even entertain the idea of more sleep.
Sleep finds you quickly, and the man in your dreams shares a shocking resemblance to Santiago, but it doesn’t mean anything. It can’t mean anything.
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“C´mon, c´mon. Where are you?” I mutter, checking my watch for the millionth time in the last hour.
After our time with the national team, that literally flew by, we started looking for a couple of days where we both were free and that would allow us to travel and see the other. But it was harder than we thought. Or at least it was until Mason’s hamstring said no more.
He is gonna be out for a month, and since Chelsea is playing away this weekend and I am playing in Madrid, it was the perfect opportunity for him to come and visit me for the first time. And with our anniversary just around the corner.
“Holy shit!” I scream when I hear the phone buzzing. “Hello?”
“Your guest is here, miss” the guard set at the door of the urbanization where I live says.
“Finally! Let him in, please.”
The moment I put the phone down, I run to the door, my eyes fixed on the screen that shows my front door, waiting for Mason’s car to show up.
“It only takes you a couple of minutes, where are they?” I say to it.
As if hearing me, I see the car stopping, and I run out the door, not bothering to confirm if it was him or not. I just can’t wait any longer.
“Fucking finally” I say, throwing myself at Mason.
“Hello, gorgeous” he chuckles.
“Why did it take you so long? I was starting to worry.”
“The driver said there was no traffic, that I would actually arrive early.”
“Really?”
“Yes, miss” the driver says, putting Mason’s luggage on the floor. “We were very lucky.”
“Oh” I say, blushing a bit.
“Let’s go inside. You aren’t wearing a coat and I don’t want you to freeze to death. Thank you very much” he says to the driver, shaking his hand.
“Thank you, sir” the driver says. “Enjoy Madrid.”
“This looks much better in person than on the videos you showed me” Mason says as he walks into the house. “And much bi…” I don’t let Mason finish that sentence. I push him against the door, closing it while kissing him.
“That was… intense” he laughs, our lips still very close.
“And I just started. Would you like a tour of my room?”
“I would love that.”
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“Are you sure you know how to do that?”
“I do, Mason. Don’t worry.”
“Ok…” he says, leaning on the kitchen counter. “And you say one of your teammates taught you how to make it?”
“Yep.”
“Can you say it in Spanish again? It was very funny.”
“Tortilla española” I say, rolling my eyes.
“Yep. Too funny” he says, pinching another bit of bread.
“We are supposed to eat that with the tortilla, not on its own.”
“But it is so good… Back home it doesn’t taste this good.”
“I know” I say. “Now, ready for the fun part?”
“You mean the dangerous part.”
“Meh meh meh” I say, putting a plate on top of the pan. “One, two… three!”
“Holy shit!” Mason says when he sees me turning them together, the mix now on the plate.
“See? Everything is ok.”
“Do you have to do that again?”
“A couple of times, yes. You need to make sure it is cooked on both sides.”
“And there is no other way to do it?”
“Nope.”
“Spaniards” he says, rolling his eyes and eating another bit of bread.
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“Are you sure this is edible?” Mason says when we sit to have dinner, looking at the slice of tortilla on his plate. “I’m here for just 48 hours, I don’t want to spend them dealing with food poisoning.”
“You will probably spend them with neck and back pain for sleeping on the couch if you don’t shut your mouth.”
“Ok, ok” he says, trying to hide a smile.
“Should I try it first so you can see it’s fine?”
“No need” he says, finally eating.
“And?” I ask. Though his face already is telling me everything I need to know.
“This is so good, love. So so good.”
“I know” I say, grinning like an idiot while I see him devouring his food.
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“Mason, can you please stop fidgeting?”
“I’m not fidgeting. I’m just cold.”
“I told you to bring a proper coat. Madrid isn’t Ibiza.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“They are gonna like you and you are gonna like them, you’ll see” I say, hugging him so he stops moving.
“I hope so” he says, hugging me back.
We are outside my house, waiting for Marco Asensio and his wife Sandra, my neighbours and the people who have made me feel less lonely these first few months in Madrid.
“Sorry for making you wait” Marco says from his house’s door. “Sandra couldn’t find her phone.”
“I couldn’t find it because the last person who used it, somehow put it on his underwear drawer” she says behind him.
“Don’t listen to her” Marco says. “Mason, right?” he says, offering him his hand.
“Yes, hi” he replies, shaking it. “Nice to finally meet you outside the pitch.”
“Same” Marco says. “This is my wife, Sandra.”
“Nice you meet you” she says, giving Mason a kiss on each cheek, definitely catching him out of guard. “Didn’t you tell him about this?” she asks me.
“Oh, she did” Mason says. “But it still feels a bit weird. And who are you, gorgeous?”
“Hey, that’s my nickname” I say when I see him bending down.
“Sorry” he says. “But you can’t deny this is one of the most gorgeous dogs you have ever seen.”
“That’s Rome, our dog” Sandra says. “And he is one of the most gorgeous dogs I have ever seen, I agree.”
“Whatever” I say.
“Don’t listen to that woman, Rome” Mason says, playing with the dog. “She is a cat lady, she doesn’t get it.”
“Should we go for that walk now? I don’t want Chelsea to sue me for kicking their star in the butt and injury him more than he already is.”
“Ok, let’s go” Marco says, trying not to laugh.
“I would never kick you in the butt though” I whisper to Mason once we start walking. “I like it way too much.”
“Oh, I know” he says, putting an arm around my shoulders.
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“They are really nice. Marco and Sandra” Mason says while watching me pack my things.
“They are. I knew you would get along.”
“What’s the schedule now?”
“My car should be picking me in 15 minutes. You can stay here until lunch time, or you can already go to Marco’s house, they said they don’t mind. Then you eat with them, and go to the Di Stefano together to watch me play.”
“And then we all go somewhere for dinner.”
“Exactly.”
“And tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow we have the whole day for ourselves. I thought about going out for breakfast, maybe eat some churros with chocolate. Or we can order them and eat them here if you don't want to go out into the cold that early. Then we have a reservation at a restaurant, and then I thought we could go for a walk to El Retiro, this beautiful park they have here.”
“If we stay home for breakfast, what are we supposed to do until it is lunch time?”
“I don’t know. But I can think of a few things” I say, sitting on his lap.
“Can you?” he says, hugging me by the waist and pulling me closer to him .
“Indeed. But you’ll have to wait until tomorrow.”
“Shame. Where are you going?” he says as I try to get up.
“To finish my packing.”
“But I don’t want you to leave” Mason pouts.
“I have to go kick some asses. Maybe score and dedicate you my goal.”
“Will you do one of my celebrations so I know it is for me?”
“Yeah... no.”
“Then you are not free to go” he says, throwing me on the bed and starting to tickle me.
“Mason, stop!”
“Say that you will do one of my celebrations!”
“Mason!” I say, starting to cry while laughing. “Ok, fine. I’ll do it.”
“Which one?”
“I don’t know. I can’t think if you are tickling me.”
“Ok, fine. But you must tell me before you leave.”
“I will, I promise.”
“I love you, gorgeous” Mason says, putting a lock of hair behind my ear.
“I love you too.”
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#mason mount#mason mount imagine#mason mount fanfic#mason mount x reader#football fanfic#football imagine
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Hi, so last time i asked a pretty sfw question.
So now I'm back to ask the pack, but this time it's gonna get pretty nsfw so buckle up. My question is have all nine of you done "it" all together like together-together.
Anyways, i love this series can't wait for the next one.
- <3 -
"I was buckled up, but I still wasn't ready." Chan chokes on his sip of water, and you slap him on the back until he stops coughing.
"Oh I was ready." Jisung rubs his hands together gleefully, expression devious. "I'll tell you all the dirty details of group fuc-"
Hyunjin promptly claps a hand over Jisung's mouth and tackles him to the couch.
"You should let him answer." Seungmin points out boredly, scrolling on his phone, entirely unbothered. "Someone's gonna have to. And if he's that excited about it, let him do it."
"Mmmmmhpfh mmm!" Jisung yells unintelligibly, something probably along the lines of 'yeah, let me!'
"Don't let Jeongin answer though." Seungmin adds, pointing a finger in the youngest's direction, even while his eyes are still glued to his phone. "He still can't say the word penis without giggling like an eighth grader."
"Hey!" Jeongin straightens up, glaring at the beta. "That's not true."
"Say it then."
Jeongin slumps back in the couch, arms crossed across his chest, face pulled into a pout.
Seungmin hides a smug smile behind the screen of his phone.
"I vote Christopher answers." Minho drawls, glancing at the head alpha even as he looks at him wide eyed, like a deer caught in headlights. Minho smirks. "You are the head of this pack, aren't you? Take one for the team."
"Oh my god." You roll your eyes. "You all are children." You straighten up and glare at all of them. "I'll answer."
Changbin clears his throat, and you note the red tips of his ears.
"Be tactful please." Chan sighs from beside you, looking like he has a migraine coming on rapidly.
"When am I ever not tactful?"
"Do you want a list?"
"No."
"Okay. Then go on."
You roll your eyes once more.
"Yes. We have all done it together together." You consider your words, trying to think of the best way to describe what you want to say. "It's not like media portrays it to be, I guess? It's not like the human centipede or anything if that's what you're thinking."
"Oh my god." Chan groans from beside you, rubbing his temples.
"Gross." Jisung, finally released from Hyunjin's grasp, wrinkles his nose in disgust.
"Well-!" You throw your hands out, looking at them with open exasperation. "I'm just clearing up common misconceptions okay? If any of you think you can do better, please, feel free."
Chan motions for you to continue, his expression full of regret.
"Basically it's like-" You think for a minute and then continue. "-we're all in the same space, doing the same thing, but in smaller groups? But then eventually, it all kind of comes together? Like, maybe the alphas team up to take apart an omega, yeah? But everyone else gets to watch. And then maybe Minho gets to tell Jisungie what to do to Changbin, while someone else gets to do things to Minho at the same time, etc. Does that make sense?"
"Basically, it's not just a line of dicks in holes." Jisung interjects, and everyone groans.
"Really?"
"Still think my human centipede reference was bad?"
"Hey! They wanted to know!"
Chan absolutely looks like he needs a pain pill and a stiff drink at this point.
"What did I say about being tactful?"
"Oh, I thought that rule only applied to noona."
"No. That rule always applies to you." "
"My bad."
#skz#stray kids#stay#ot8#skz!pack#skz!abo#poly!skz#omegaverse#inbox#reply#ask#ask the pack#askthepack#anon#anonymous#sweet nonnie#skz imagines#skz reactions#skz scenarios#my submisisons#submission#moots#mutuals#bang chan#lee minho#han jisung#kim seungmin#yang jeongin#hwang hyunjin#lee felix
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Roommates of Poongduck 304 is almost illegally cute. HoJun getting all bouncy and excited when they first get together reminded me of Pat throwing himself on his bed and abusing Nong Nan in Bad Buddy. The secret hand holding, the indignation because others find JaeYoon cute. Gah. Dead. He's so happy.
Of course we have to have crisis but this is where the short eps/run of Korean BL saves us poor viewers - it lasts for 20 minutes - 30 max.
They made us wait until Ep8 for proper kissing but we already know these two have fab chemistry and are fine demonstrating it*
*Thanks to Kissable Lips. And yes, I am still salty about that ending thanks for asking.
#korean bl#asianlgbtqdramas#Roommates of poongduck 304#4#Roommates of Poongduck 304 eps 7 & 8#bad buddy the series#patpran#kissable lips#ho joon x jae yoon#gah - this was absolutely adorable
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Happy little family
Chapter 8: wedding day
Kim: hold still talus
Talus: sorry mommy it’s really hot
Kim: I understand that’s why we have a shade over the altar if you want to you can take the jacket off afterwards but you must put it back on for pictures
Talus: ok mommy
Tobor: where is mama?
Kim: she is getting ready you should stand by the carpet for when she comes she will be in a minute
Tobor: ok where is the flower basket?
Kim: it’s on the chair you and your brother are sitting on
Talus: ok can me talus and Blair play together when the wedding vows start?
Kim: yes but please don’t be too loud and don’t go too far We wanna make sure you have time for dancing.
Tobor: ok mommy
A few minutes later the wedding starts tobor throws the flowers and talus walks beside him while Sally walks behind them when the vows starts and the kids go to play
Blair: it’s good to know that you are all better tobor! Now we can play all day!
Tobor: yea and my hair is growing back!!
Talus: I’m excited to have my brother back!
Blair: anyway what do you guys want to play?
Tobor: I just wanna talk my mommy’s said not to be too loud 
Blair: ok
Talus: this is a pretty wedding
Blair: it is my mommy’s say that your mommy’s have been together since high school!
Tobor: really?!
Blair: yes!
Talus: cool!
Tobor: my mommy’s said that their honeymoon spot has an amusement park by it so we can go during the summer!
Blair: I thought you already went?
Tobor: no we went to the park mommy said we need to have enough money for the fair and we don’t have enough
Blair: understandable you were in the hospital for a long time
Tobor: yes the fair is going to be fun! Our grandparents are taking us because mommy’s want some “adult time* whatever that means
Blair: ok
A few hours later the dinner starts
Talus: did you make sure to not put any fish in my plate?( note: talus is deadly allergic to fish) 
John: yes I made us I don’t want you in the hospital to
Talus: thanks grandpa
John; you’re welcome I made sure to make a fish free dish for you every food
Talus: thanks and mama said you had speech to do what is that?
John: it was just a graduate Your mommy’s are getting married and make jokes
Talus: ok how long will it last?
John: only a few minutes your mommy’s don’t want this wedding to be a few hours long
Sally: what are you talking about?
John: oh talus was just asking some questions
Sally:* chuckles* talus is a curious little boy
John: he sure is
A few hours later Kim, Sally and the boys are driving to the beach house(I’m too lazy to write the rest of the wedding)
Kim: I’m so happy to spend the rest of my life with you!
Sally: me too dear but pay attention to the road
Kim: oh sorry
Sally: it’s ok I think almost there anyway 
Kim: ok
They make it to the beach house and Kim put the boys in the guest bedroom
Kim: do you know if we had enough money I would move us here and out of that cramped apartment and from that couple next-door
Sally: me too
Kim: it has a lovely view
Sally: it does…..now let’s get busy~
The next day Linda takes tobor and talus to the amusement park
Linda: so what are you boys wanna do?
Tobor: the water log ride!
Linda: ok what are you think talus? I know you don’t like that ride.
Talus: I can tough it out for tobor 
Linda: that’s sweet ok let’s go!
After the ride
Linda: are you boys hungry?
Talus: I am but I can wait until I get home
Tobor: I’m not hungry
Linda: ok
A few hours and a bunch of fun rides later Linda takes tobor and talus back to the beach house
Kim: did you three have fun?
Talus: yes! I was brave to go on the rides I was scared of!
Kim: really?! That’s great i’m sorry I couldn’t be there
Tobor: it’s fine mommy 
Sally: looks like you went on the water log ride a few times today you should get changed
Tobor: ok mama!
End of story



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