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The Lighthouse and The Ocean

Pt 6

Hotel Purgatory

Pairing: Pedro Pascal/OFC

Warnings: unbearable sexual tension; swearing

Summary: When the cameras start rolling, Pedro and Nini have to face new challenges that could affect their relationship for good. Flirtation, jealousy- this is the other aspect of their fluffy and dorky friendship. Their first kissing scene turns out to be a more difficult task than expected.

Notes: Also find this fic on Ao3 - here - or the previous part on Tumblr - here - or start with Pt 1

Rated as 'mature' now bc I don't know how sensitive ya'll are to *ahum* thirsty thoughts.

Length: 7.9k

Hotel Purgatory

September had arrived and my biggest suitcases were currently in the boot of my taxi. I had dropped Poentje off at my friend's place before I headed down to JFK but boy, that cat was one fricking problem whenever she had to be caught.

Since we both lived in New York, we had organised to get onto a plane together and I would meet Pedro at the airport. But I was running out of time and I was also running out of patience with this damn traffic. I was frantically typing Pedro a message.

Fuckinf airport traffic. Don't leave without mw!

I added a sticker of a crying cat meme.

My phone alerted me about an incoming message. First, there was a laughing emoji.

7:10 - Relax, literally nothing is going on, boarding is a little delayed anyway. Where r u?

"Could you please hurry, sir?" I asked my driver, not so calmly. "Yes, ma'am, let me wait a little faster!" he gave back with zero patience. New York taxi drivers, I swear.

I was about to text Pedro back when he had already recorded and sent an audio message. I held the speaker to my ear. The announcement voice was too faint but I could make out a few words.

I did not have the patience to text back so I recorded an audio message as well. The car beside us honked right when I had begun speaking. "I'm on my-" honk "-way!" I yelled against the noise. "Don't you dare tell that to anyone. I'm almost at the airport, I can make it on time!"

7:11 - "Attention all passengers-" "-flight to" and "waiting to board."

"Do you hear that? Twenty minutes, you've got time, although-" Pedro’s voice sounded bored. "Apparently, nobody's told you only the early little songbird catches the worm." he was too calm, making jokes about his nickname for me, slurping on some kind of beverage. It was outrageous. I was always a fussy wreck at airports and he had the nerve to sound this collected. "Do you want me to hold up the flight if you're late? I can make them announce we're waiting for a world-famous celebrity." he said.

7:13 - relax

Easier said than done. My eyes drifted over to the newspaper peeking out of the back of the passenger seat and I recognised a familiar face. “Oh, piss off.” I grabbed the paper and stared at a happily smiling man with his beautiful fiancé. “Ewan McGregor engaged” the headline said. I tossed it onto the seat next to me like it had burned my fingers and put my hand to my throat to stop myself from groaning out in frustration. I hadn’t wasted a thought about him for weeks and now it came back to annoy me when I clearly didn’t need it. Fuck that. I had been excited to spend two long months with Pedro.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes to go to my happy place. The only problem was that didn't work. Another kind of image forced its way into my mind.

I had a dream about Pedro last night. I had been walking towards him down an aisle, wearing a white dress and a smile so full of happiness.

Apparently, he made the church bells ring in my head whenever he wasn't busy flooding my mind with slutty, slutty thoughts. I felt fucking embarrassed over a sappy dream I would never tell a living soul. In real life, I could count myself lucky that I wasn't wearing a long white dress when I arrived. That would have been way too impractical for heavy lifting and running.

I rushed through the check-in procedure in comfortable ripped jeans and an open lumberjack shirt. I was running, cursing, getting lost and then running again with my little hand luggage dragging behind me instead of a veil. I was too distracted to pay attention to my silly dream any longer, which I guessed, had just been the product of my subconsciousness provoked by the anticipation of seeing him again.

Pure relief washed over me when I finally spotted him. There he was, standing at our gate, with a coffee in his hand while raising the other to greet me. The real Pedro wasn't in a suit but a random travel outfit, just like me.

I couldn't exactly pinpoint the moment I had realised that my feelings for him were deeper than I cared to admit. Maybe it had been our day at the beach a few weeks ago when I had simply been watching him smile at me with the wind tearing at his hair and clothes. His eyes had positively been the most dreamy and soft thing I had ever beheld. On a different note, my feelings might have gotten more and more intense during his absence. While we hadn't been able to see each other, I had been haunted by memories and also daydreams that weren't even true and couldn't ever be. Or maybe it should have dawned on me when I first spoke to him at the BAFTAs, who knew? I certainly did not!

I wasn't simply thirsting over him anymore; I felt butterflies fluttering around in my stomach whenever I thought about his goofy smile and pure heart and I just felt infinitely fortunate to be allowed to count him as my friend. Anything else would be extremely premature.

I was running towards him holding my boarding ticket high up in the air. "Pedro!" I yelled and he met me halfway. I hugged him with a sigh of relief, heart beating fast and I suspected it did not have a single thing to do with my little run. He let out a noise of content as he lifted my body with just one arm and rocked me left to right. "Heeeey, I missed you!" he said and my heart twisted in my chest.

"I had a minor crisis getting Poentje to a friend, hey nice shirt." I rambled.

I didn't let him go for half a minute. I hadn't seen him for weeks during his time working on a Hugo Boss commercial and my time-consuming accent coaching. Since our day at the beach, we had only crossed paths for work-related reasons and it had always been too brief to catch up. Chatting online or face-timing just wasn't the same and couldn't replace this feeling of being hugged by him again.

"Oh, I missed you too, sorry I'm late!" I said with that flatly voweled Dutch accent that got worse whenever I was nervous. Airports were not my comfort zones.

Pedro flattened his hand across his chest. He was wearing a worn Fleetwood Mac t-shirt. "Thanks. Jesus, slow down, take a breath." He grinned and handed me the full cup of coffee and I closed my hands around the warm paper cup.

"You're a fucking saint. Thank you." I told him with all my gratitude for buying me a cup of life elixir. I let out a deep breath.

"You're welcome. Who's Poentje?" he asked and I hummed into my cup. I couldn't believe I hadn't told him about my beloved pet. "My cat. My stupid, stubborn cat." "You have a cat?" his face fell a little. "Yeah, you... why, you don't like cats?"

Pedro made a defensive gesture and then put his hand on his tummy. "Oh no, I do. It's just, I'm really allergic to them. I have Edgar, though... my dog."

Although this piece of information hit me like a brick because I suddenly realised, he would probably never just casually drop by my house, my face lit up nonetheless. "Edgar? How sweet. I love dogs too. I always wanted a dog myself but Poentje has been my companion ever since my grandparents took me in and now she's an old lady and wouldn’t get used to another pet, let alone a dog."

"Please tell me you have a picture of her you can show me," he begged.

I smirked and grabbed my phone to show him the lock screen of my black ragdoll. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

"Demon cat," he remarked with an adorable smile. We continued talking about our pets for a while and he showed me a picture of a scruffy white dog with a long snout.

I cooed at his phone. "He's absolutely preci-"

"Excuse me, hi!" A woman behind Pedro shyly interrupted. She stepped forward in a subservient manner and we both turned to look at her. "Oh my God, are you the Mandalorian and you played Brigitte Bardot, right? I'm literally shaking, you guys are so awesome!"

I grinned at the fan and snapped back into reality. I always forgot that we were famous whenever I spend five seconds with Pedro. "Hello," I replied with as much friendliness in my voice as possible in my currently startled state.

"Can I please get an autograph? I'm a big fan!" "Sure." She gave Pedro a felt pen and a postcard-sized high-quality picture of The Mandalorian. Curious. Who carried around stuff like that? I signed onto her map of New York City while Pedro held onto my coffee.

The woman was waiting and thanking us nonstop. I kept smiling.

People in public spaces were more often respectful than not and didn't care nearly as much as you might have thought they would. Sometimes they're even scared of you in moments when they least expected a celebrity to show up in a random place. They gasp, they giggle, you smile and continued walking. Sometimes it got weird though and I felt there was something off with this one.

She smiled back in a rather fake manner. "You make a very cute couple, by the way. How long has this been going on?" she asked with a nasal voice.

"Oh, we're not-" "No, we're not-" Pedro and I stumbled over our words and looked at each other, unable to form any other sound than "Uuuuuh."

"Actually, I'm from LifeStyle magazine, if you could give me a quick interview, I would-"

"I thought you two were dating. Don't you think Pedronie would make the perfect couple?" She pressed.

"Pe-what?" I asked her while Pedro eyed her with deep concern as he finished my coffee.

Pedro’s fight or flight response instinct kicked in. "Oh my God, no, I'm sorry. Thank you for your interest but we have to go now." He picked up his bag and dragged me with him by my arm. I could barely grab my hand luggage.

"Are you staying in the same resort for the shoot in Mexico?" she yelled after us.

My mouth still hung open when we went through the boarding procedure. I gave Pedro beside me a distressed look and we cringed together at how awkward that encounter had been. "That was awful. Let's just forget that ever happened." I suggested and he laughed. "Imagine buying a fucking boarding ticket just for that." He looked bewildered.

"Also... Pedronie?" I frowned at the fusion of our names. "They could have gone with- I don't know... Panini and they chose Pedronie, it was right there." We both laughed and made up multiple ridiculous versions of our own while we showed our passports. I was crying by the time he said "Pasceet."

I played back what the reporter had said. "Funny she brought up B.B, some critics said I looked nothing like her. We do share a birthday though."

"Really, when's that?" he asked above the noise of the plane.

I blushed for no apparent reason as we walked down the aisle towards the door. "I'm turning twenty-eight on the twenty-eighth this month."

Pedro kindly waited for me to go inside first. "Oh, that's so soon. If I had known, I would have checked for birthday presents at the duty-free."

"Oh, please. You really don't have to get me anything. Let's just- I don't know, get drunk after work or something. No big celebration." I suggested and he took off his baseball cap. His hair was all curly and fluffy underneath. He looked so soft and huggable.

Pedro was about to reply when we were interrupted for the second time. "Look who we've got here, it's Sweet Van Fleet, what an honour to have you on board. I'm Jeff, your pilot." "Hello, Jeff." I greeted the man who didn't do a subtle job of hiding himself ogling my chest. I rolled my eyes. "Let me take care of that, sugar," he said.

"Oh, uhm, thanks but that's not necessary." The pilot had reached out to help me with my small suitcase but Pedro came up behind me and guided his arm between the stranger and me. "Hey, I think she can take care of her own luggage, thank you very much." Pedro calmly accentuated my capability but he also glared at the pilot, who pulled his hands back promptly. He stood taller, suddenly broader and I widened my eyes at how tense the atmosphere had gotten. I couldn't take my leave quickly enough.

Pedro seemed more than a little grumpy when we finally found our seats in the economy class. There was a maximum of fifty other people present, we had an entire section to ourselves, he had had my full attention the entire time and then one cocky pilot came around and suddenly he got himself all worked up.

I was grinning at him like I just figured out an exciting, dirty little secret. Did he not like other men looking at me? Was he being jealous when he personified that dangerous Mando attitude? I decided to test my theory.

I hummed, kneeling into the seat in front of him so I could support my weight on my elbows when I looked down at him. I lazily traced my finger across the leather. "I heard pilots are quite the womanizers," I told him in a soothing tone and he looked at me under his eyebrows. Pedro didn't give a reply, he just scoffed and wrapped his headphones around his hand.

I could hardly hide my giddy smile anymore. "I do like a man in uniform." I tried to provoke him again.

His voice sounded too harsh for his character. "Yeah, well I guess if you ask this Jeff nicely, he'll let you into his cockpit so you can get to know him better." He had spit out the pilot's name.

I leaned back. "Pedro, are we... a little jealous?" I quizzed him in a hushed tone but I cowered back when he stood up to tower over my body. It was his turn look down at me and I bit my lip so I wouldn't smile at him.

"I am not jealous." Pedro spoke each word in a calm and heavy voice. He shook his head and readjusted his tone. "Pilots just normally don't help passengers with their bags, I'm just... worried he's not normal," he said as if he would most definitely crash the plane.

I chuckled. "Not normal? I was under the impression that he was just being friendly and you're jealous-" I got back up, stopped inches away from his face and poked my finger into his chest. "-because nobody's flirting with you when you look like you've been crashing on someone else's sofa for three weeks." I bantered with him.

Pedro’s jaw dropped at the insult. Now we were both aware of the game we were playing. "And 'you'-" he replied in an amused way, "-look like a shaggy grunge groupie who's just done doing heroin with Kurt Cobain." Pedro countered without an ounce of malice in his voice, yet I gasped. Touché.

We glowered at each other but we were disturbed... again. "Sir, madam, we would like to ask all passengers to sit down. We will take off very soon."

Pedro blinked and nodded at her. "Yeah, sure."

The pretty stewardess batted her long eyelashes and she flashed her snow-white smile only at him. "Welcome on board, sir," she said way too sweetly and I watched her strut away, hips swaying in an unnatural and totally inappropriate way.

Pedro caught my gaze and his expression spoke volumes from 'fucking payback, bitch' to 'who's jealous now?'.

My glare told him to not say a single word but he wasn't easily intimidated. "She was just being friendly." he threw my own words back at me in a mocking voice.

"Shut up," I said too childish to sound dignified and I had to endure his grin. Sitting in separate rows became some kind of smug punishment on both ends.

Several hours and not enough snacks later, I had gotten tired of my book and I glanced between my double seats back at Pedro to see him sitting by the window, frowning at his phone.

I turned around in my seat as carefully as possible to not catch his attention immediately. Maybe he was still irritated by me, who knew?

"Psst." Pedro seemed like he hadn't detected the source of my hissing sound and he ignored it as he continued scrolling down his photo gallery. I made the sound again and he finally looked up and saw me poking my head up above the seat in front of him. I was wearing sunglasses and I took my time as I let him watch me pop my pink bubble gum. "What are you doing?" I asked with a blank expression when it was back in my mouth.

"You're bored?" He asked and I shook my head once. "To death." "We can figure something out to do, come here, sit."

I dropped into the seat next to him with relief and shoved my sunglasses up my hair. Pedro and I had both gotten rid of our jackets and I leaned against his arm, skin to skin contact.

He had opened his camera again and took more pictures of the soft cloud blanket below us. "So, what do you wanna do?"

"Hey, we could take a picture of us!" I suggested and he grinned.

Instead of giving an answer, Pedro made a brief recording of the world below and then flipped to the front camera. "Hi." He held the phone entirely too close to his face before he let it sway over to me.

"I'm here with 'Sweet Van Fleet', say hello to... all the Fleeters out there-" he said.

I started laughing about the repetition of our pilot's words and his new name for my fans. "And I'm here with the one and only Pedro Pascal, on our way toooo-"

"We're on our way to Mexicooo." he finished my sentence in a silent scream and we just wiggled in our chairs and made excited faces. We wiggled too much and our skulls bumped into each other rather painfully.

"Oww!" We groaned out but the recording continued.

I held my hand to my hair and my head sank to my knees. "Sukkel," I laughed breathlessly and Pedro ended the video after whining a big man's wail up close to the camera.

He rubbed the part of his head that had suffered the impact. "I'm sorry, are you ok?" he asked with a gentle touch to my back. I giggled. "Yes, are you? I think I swallowed my gum."

"This has to be posted on my Instagram, it's way too funny." We both chuckled at the hopelessly chaotic recording and he stored it in his camera roll. "Would that be alright if I posted this later, should I tag you?"

My smile softened. "I don't have Instagram, sorry, but you may post it, of course." I guessed my fans and his cult would know what to do with that video.

"Ok, cool," he muttered and acted like he hadn't seen me stealing one of his Reese's Pieces.

After a while, he thought he was being sneaky when he took another picture of me eating a second divine piece of peanut butter chocolates. "Heeey!" I protested and swallowed. "I wasn't ready! Delete that!"

"Make me!" Pedro hissed and held his phone out of reach. I tried to grab the phone from the annoying man with his evil laugh and I had to straddle one of his legs to increase my chance of winning. When I had finally gotten hold of it, our hands got tangled up and neither of us let go of the device. We were still suppressing our laughter but our contact became more tender from moment to moment. I felt his thumb lightly brushing over my hand as we let our eyes flicker between us and I stopped caring for that damn picture. Before I could do something as risky as to kiss that stupid smile of his, I gently redirected his face away from mine with a flat hand and he chuckled. I dropped back into my seat.

An announcement rang through the aeroplane. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have started with our descent to Durango La Plata County Airport. We kindly ask you to return to your seats-"

Pedro smiled and winked at me. "Buckle up." He said.

~~~

Durango, Mexico was one of the most diverse areas I had ever seen. The landscape changed from its green forests and grassland to eventually, an arid cactus desert, the very one where the grimiest Western movies took place.

It took us one bus ride from the airport to our hotel and another ride organised by the company, to take us to the set every morning from now on.

The two hotels were worlds apart. The one we stayed in, and which they took us to first was a villa surrounded by wonderful gardens. Hotel Sueño Santo was literally the dreamiest place with its rustic charm and warm climate. Mexico was in bloom here. Roses, delilahs and other flowers I didn't know the name of but which colours were so beautiful I failed to describe them. Whoever created this rose garden was an artist.

Bill and Chiwetel were already two weeks into the shoot, we had arrived second and Tilda would catch up later. I didn't exactly know where Tom Waits was but the complete tiny cast was supposed to come together within a couple of days.

The flip side of the same coin, the other hotel, was a set down in the 'purgatory' desert. Jim rarely made use of CGI and he didn't have to this time either because this place was magnificently melancholic on its own. The low building and dusty road were the only manmade things in a wide shot angle.

Jim had created a set that wasn't just meant to look like a hotel. We were given a tour of every propped room and nook and we walked by an empty swimming pool when he informed us that this place used to be an actual motel in business during the late 60s.

On the outside, it looked like it would only house cockroaches these days and from the inside, it was made all gloomy and timeless. I was uncertain whether the style was from the 1920s or 60s or something in between. It was old and surreal and I loved the way it made you just a tiny bit uneasy. Stepping inside 'La Casa de Zaz' was akin to the feeling you got when you were travelling alone and you were forced to stay in a sketchy hotel that might or not have been the location of several murders but served a good drink at the bar anyway. I could already picture Tilda, who played the friendly demon, Azazel, making the guests confused and slightly paranoid by her presence.

The real owner of this place seemed to be the coolest one-eyed cat. The crew had collectively named him Besos and nobody knew where he came from. He was here before us and he would still be here after we were gone. He watched the crew make adjustments to the set, and neither craved nor cared for the occasional pat on the head. He was so entirely beloved despite his zero-fucks attitude, that he had already gotten a cameo.

Of course, we couldn't stay away from Besos and Pedro sneezed. "I'm gonna ask for some antihistamines tomorrow." "That bad?"

His voice thickened. "Yeah, but drugs really help. I don't mind taking them, probably some Benadryl."

"So if you take those, does that mean you could come over for dinner at my place in New York, after all?" The question we had never discussed but which I had been asking myself was out before I had gained control over my verbal filter.

Surprise was written all over his face and he seemed almost shy. "You... want me to have dinner with you?"

I gaped at him and struggled out my words. "I mean... yes, I want us to... continue our relati- friendship, even when we're done here, of course." I was almost heartbroken at the thought that he might have gotten the impression that our friendship could only be a phase.

"I'd love to," he said. "Really?" "Yeah!" his smile was radiant. "Gives me something to look forward to... uhm, meeting your cat."

I raised my hand to his chest to give in to the need to touch him. But before I could come any closer, he turned away and sneezed into his elbow. His eyes were watering when he emerged and I patted him on the cheek instead. "Oh, you poor man. Let's get you some drugs."

~~~

The first scene I shot was out of chronological order. Chiwetel, who played the priest, and my character were supposed to have a drink at the bar and it was a scene just between the two of us. It was my first time on set in costume and I had closed my eyes to let my makeup artist put more setting powder onto my face. It was too loud around me to could have heard someone sneaking up from behind.

"Quiubo, cariño." Pedro spoke over my shoulder and I flinched and turned around. "Oh, hey there-whoah ayy, papi-" the words were out of my mouth and I blushed out of sheer embarrassment about my reaction.

Pedro wasn't fazed by it, if anything, he even seemed to like it and I felt his unreserved appetite directed at me without warning. He would floor me with that attitude if he kept doing that. My eyes widened and I was simply speechless. I had never seen him in full costume before, I just never had the chance. "Who are you?" I awed at him.

Pedro opened his arms and spun around. His hair was slightly slicked back under his dark Stetson hat, his moustache and beard were groomed. He was wearing black jeans, shiny shoes and a leather jacket. He had a blood-red rosary twisted around his fingers and the most curious thing about his look was the red socks with the Virgin Mary icon stitched on. "Nice shoes," I used our inside joke on him.

"It's quite a look, isn't it?" he traced his thumb and middle finger over his moustache and walked up to me with his hand on the bucket of his silver belt. He was in an effortless flirty mood. One step closer and I would submit to everything he said.

I felt like I wanted to snap my makeup artist's brush in half. "Hmmh." I nodded and tried to think of a professional answer but my eyelids kept fluttering. "You look like the rogue goth version of Agent Whiskey. A Johnny Cash like death angel, I do love it." I rambled after my initiate shock. Super dry mouth.

He leaned onto his arm at the counter of the bar and tipped his hat up. "You look quite stunning yourself, if I may say so. Well, you always do but... bangs look cute on you."

I swished my fingers across my freshly cut fringe and blushed. "Thanks." The tiny annoying princess in my brain giggled out a 'he thinks I'm cute'. I wouldn't complain if he continued his praise on me.

He had leaned in and spoke in a hushed tone, breath almost grazing my cheek for just a moment. "And... uhm, remind me to pay a compliment to Jim and the costume department for realising that Starling would rock that 60s look. You really own that character, I'm convinced already." By the time he was swaggering away, I had let out a tiny high pitched sound. He then turned around and let his eyes drop to my legs. "And that skimpy little skirt helps too," he added and left me.

Damn, that outfit made him hot as hell and confident on top and I felt the desperate need to pull my mini skirt as low as possible so I wouldn't go absolutely feral, do the opposite and get rid of everything immediately.

Holy shit, get it together, there were people around, I thought. Screw my previous stand on revenge, he would pay for that.

I was still staring at the exit. "What the hell was that?"

My makeup artist and I gave each other a meaningful side glance and I finally closed my mouth. Without a single response, she swished her fan open and directed the blow at me.

~~~

Oh, I understood that things which were forbidden became a thousand times more appealing the more you tried to stay away from them. But if flirting with Pedro was such a bad idea, how come it was so much fun? During our first month of shooting, I had discovered that there was a sheer infinite number of things I could do to make him flustered in some way or another. I had found out he was especially distracted whenever I exposed my neck to him and traced it down with one finger, just pretending like I was currently deeply lost in thoughts. Pedro would hold his breath, clear his throat or flex his hands and look the other way. I could accidentally drop the strap of my top and expose a tiny bit more cleavage. There's no way anyone could hide a glance. Concealing your game, acting innocent and fool the other into thinking you hadn't seen them react had become an art.

Other times it was the other way around. Pedro had figured out my weakness for his wonderful broad hands. I would start repeating one-syllabic words in my head; neck, jaw, lips, hands, butt, whenever one of these body parts caught my eye in particular. But his hands... There was this thing he did with his inner thigh or the armrest of his chair to a point where I would get jealous of a piece of furniture. In the absence of mind, he would stroke it up and down and grip and clench it in a way that made me clench somewhere entirely else. It was a petty game, so exciting and extremely frustrating at the same time.

On a lazy Sunday afternoon, we were both lounging on an entirely too small sofa in his hotel room. I moaned and complained about my need to stretch. His eyes were still fixed on his iPad as I draped my exposed legs across his lap without asking for permission and he gave them a side glance when I tipped my shoes off in the lewdest way possible. I peeked over my script to watch the prominence of his Adam's apple bob in his throat. Pedro exhaled very, very slowly and I noticed his eyes weren't moving and reading a single word any longer. I grinned, hidden behind my paperwork.

Turned out my move had been a bad idea. Pedro casually dropped his hand onto my ankle and began to softly trace circles on the skin above my naked foot. It was a comfortable silence, a normal and relaxing state of mind between two people in a relationship. Except we weren't a couple and the back of his strong fingers on my ankle up to my lower calve drove me mad. It was a miracle that I could remain serene on the outside. It was utterly unfair that I was forced to act like I couldn't even feel it happening, despite my current state of distraction.

It was too much. "I wonder if you ever think about me... at night, when you're all alone." I began to speak.

Pedro lifted one corner of his lips. "We should both have other things to worry about," he replied and I indulged in the way he had rasped out his response.

I dragged one leg up the other and sighed deeply enough to stretch out my top. "We don't have to do anything just... share this moment. Let me stay a little while."

"No." he sounded stricter than before, either his patience was thinning out or it gradually took more effort to not give in. "Why not?" I almost whispered and drew a line with my finger from his shoulder down his arm. "Because I could not let you leave again, Starling."

I sighed and put the script down. The scene wasn't supposed to end here, but I struggled to finish it. Pedro didn't immediately snap out of his role, but he eventually did and smiled at me. He drew in a breath. "We should only keep in mind that we're actually not this physically close than we are right now. I mean, same room but I won't even join you on the bed." he leaned back into the sofa.

We remained silent for a while.

Meeting up for rehearsals in-between takes and on our days off became more or less an excuse to spend as much time with each other as possible. Well, we only went through our lines together so our actual performance wouldn't seem too rehearsed. Which also meant no kissing off-screen... I felt so, so touch-deprived.

I had been determined to ask him something which had been weighing down on my heart but when he finally looked at me again, my mouth opened and closed as I tried to find the right words. I fumbled with my bracelet.

"You're worried about something." He stated and I promptly snapped out of my tunnel vision. "No, no, not at all."

Pedro’s eyes gave me a look of disbelief behind his glasses but he didn't pressure me into saying anything.

"How could you tell?" I asked and he tilted his head. "You always play with your bracelet when you're anxious about something."

"It's just-" I began, touched that he had noticed this little detail about me and I blushed without having admitted anything yet. Pedro put his iPad down and removed his glasses. "What is it? You can tell me."

I had carefully been avoiding this conversation. It was entirely possible that we might both have been in a state of denial about what was about to happen soon. "Maybe we should start talking about our... more intimate scenes and what that means for us. I mean, nothing, obviously. But I just feel like we should take a little pressure off of that because I don't want to make things uncomfortable-" I finally admitted.

"Do you feel uncomfortable?" he said the moment he let go of my ankle.

"No!" I tried to reassure him and missed his touch. "I'm just scared I could make things more awkward between us than they should be." I couldn't tell him I was sad that our first kiss would be a professional acting job because if I did, it would imply that I wanted to kiss him apart from our job.

"Nini, don't worry." he laughed lowly. "We both know how unsexy shooting this type of scenes really is, right? There will be people around us, poking cameras into our faces, readjusting, instructing-"

"Yes, but I just wanted to let you know that I do feel comfortable doing that with you." I interrupted him. "Since we have our kissing scene tomorrow, I thought you ought to know."

"Kissing you can't be that bad. I think I've had worse jobs."

I acted insulted. "Yeah, yeah, I absolutely believe you did." I scoffed and plopped back into the cushions. "Wanker."

Pedro chuckled but after a while, he took my mild concern more serious. "But you're not just worried about that scene, are you?"

I drew out my breath. "I mean, even though that other particular scene is not raunchy in any way and still a few weeks away from now, I just want you to know that I trust you, completely and if I'm being weird about it, I'm sorry in advance."

"Thank you. Your trust means a lot to me. But... I feel like I should be the one to apologise since I'm about to-" he turned the pages of my script with one raised eyebrow and I was glad he skipped over my nonsense little notes. "-kinda manhandle you first." he was smirking. Bastard.

I was glad we were lighting up the mood again. "Too bad Starling seems to like it." I replied, pronouncing a hard 't'.

"Do you mean only Starling likes it, little songbird?"

"Oi, Senior Pascal, wouldn't you like to know." My jaw dropped at his nonchalant expression like he just asked me what I had eaten for lunch. He ignored me and opened his iPad again. I huffed out a shallow breath when I stole my script back from him and I quickly disappeared behind it. "Now, who's the naughty one?" I muttered to myself. I didn't need to see him to know that he was smiling to himself.

~~~

I was lying on a bed. Everyone was ready to start rolling the cameras and the lights were directed to accentuate every important angle, including myself as I was leaning against the headframe of a queen-size bed.

A friendly crew member came over to me to chat and fix my hair and she made some final adjustments to my wonderfully ornamented morning robe which made me look like a goddess.

We had been chatting for a while when Jim kneeled next to me. "So, I'm going to give you the freedom to do whatever you want. Raguel needs to ignore you at first and you just act as if you've never belonged anywhere else but in his bedroom. A kiss, a rejection, Bill screaming in the hallway and done."

"Understood," I replied and he nodded.

Pedro and I gave each other one last grin and a thumbs up before the set cleared and he disappeared behind the door.

It became eerie silent. "Action," Jim said, the clapperboard snapped shut and the door opened.

The next time I saw Pedro, he was a different man. He closed the door behind him and his dark energy filled the room. He acted like he didn't even see me when I looked up and let my fingers trail over my collar bone.

Raguel walked with heavy steps into the farthest corner of the room and lit another cigarette. Blue smoke rose into the air before he broke the silence. "What are you doing here?" he asked, back still turned towards me.

"I thought about what the priest said earlier, that something seems off with this place," I replied, trying to make casual conversation. "You seem to know more about this strange hotel than you've let on. You're always so... quiet and alone."

Raguel turned around and leaned against the wall and he didn't say anything in return.

My satin morning gown, which was designed to look like I wearing nothing underneath, flowed a little off my leg. It left barely enough for interpretation.

"I wonder if you ever think about me too... at night, when we're all alone." I had changed my line just a tiny bit but Jim, who was studying us behind the cameras didn't move.

Raguel remained hidden in his corner of the room. The shadows under his hat made it impossible to make out his facial features and only the blue clouds of cigarette smoke moved away from him as he blew them out. Even the sound of his breath sounded sexy this way but he was a fool if he thought that the darkness could protect him from being caught staring.

"We should both have other things to worry about." He said, voice impossibly deep.

"We don't have to do anything just... share this moment. Let me stay a little while." "No." "Why not?"

His hand appeared out of the shadows to guide the cigarette back to his lips before he ground it into the ashtray. First, his shoe stepped forward, then his entire body emerged from the dark. "Because I could not let you leave again, Starling." The camera captured him looking at me in a strange way. The angel was getting soft.

He moved towards the chair by the window. In one smooth flow of his arm, he removed his hat and hung it onto the piece of furniture, finally fixing his gaze into the night instead of me.

Starling moved like a cat across the bed and the camera followed me as I slowly closed the distance between us. "I understand." I began, reaching out to fix his collar. "It just feels like we were meant to meet each other."

"I can't act like I'm surprised. We would cross paths eventually."

I let out a thoughtful hum. "I didn't think you would be someone to believe in destiny." I tipped my head up to catch his eyes and continued to stare deeply into their black abyss. The trick was to let him take the next step and work with whatever he gave me.

"I'm not your destiny." He licked his lips and looked down at mine and my body temperature shot up.

"I decide who gets to be my destiny." I pulled him down and kissed him. It took every ounce of willpower to keep reminding myself that this wasn't Pedro and this wasn't our kiss. This was Starling kissing Raguel, the sinner and the angel. But it was... amazing to have an excuse to kiss him even though this wasn't 'my' Pedro and he smelled of smoke.

My Pedro was soft, strong and perfect and felt like home and I shouldn't be experiencing a flashback of us sitting on the sofa or the beach, with a laugh in our voices.

There was another thing that wasn't supposed to happen. His breath crossed mine and he kissed me back.

"CUT!" the voice of authority yelled out. We separated and looked at Jim approaching us. Jim made a tiny hand gesture. "Pedro, you're not supposed to kiss her back."

"Oh, I wasn't?" Pedro asked, dark aura completely abandoned. It was like someone had turned on the light. I wanted to kiss him just like this.

The scene had to be repeated over and over until Jim nearly became exasperated, which was a hard thing to accomplish. "Pedro." he calmly began and I giggled into my hand, feeling the tingle of his moustache linger on my lips from too much kissing. "Raguel is almost scared for Starling,... on her behalf. We want to see you have mercy on her soul by pushing her away. Angels can't allow themselves to act on their own free will. Okay, five minutes break, everyone."

Pedro sighed and I realised I needed to lighten up the mood. I danced up to my scene partner and I sang with a comical low voice. "He wears a purple sash and a black moustache, in a honky-tonk, down in Mexico." he reminded me of the old song and suddenly Pedro and I began to dance rather badly to no music at all.

We were back in position and I thought about poor Bill who was sitting outside the entire time, just waiting to scream.

"Action," Jim spoke with the patience of a Saint.

Once more, I made my enchanting catwalk up to the dark cowboy angel before I repeated my line and kissed him, body flushing against his, hands closing around his face as he struggled to gently free himself.

When that didn't work, Raguel grabbed both my shoulders and practically slammed me into the wall, he pinned me against it and we were both panting from the kiss.

"CUT!" Jim yelled. "I can't believe the two of you." He said in an extremely slow and monotone way. He made a dismissive gesture and put on his sunglasses. "Next take."

I had a line. Shit, what was my line?

"Hummm-" That was the sound of my brain short-circuiting.

~~~

I dragged myself towards the makeup trailer, a cup of tea in one hand and I yawned in ten-second intervals. I was absolutely knackered.

I was about to climb into the trailer when I heard a designer's annoying voice, talking to a crew member. "I think she's really nice, Sharon, maybe you-" the latter was interrupted.

"Oh my God, you clearly haven't seen the way she always laughs about literally anything he says, like-" The woman called Sharon gave an impression of a much thicker version of my accent. "Oh, Pedro, you're so funny. I'm so happy we're friends." She continued talking with her own valley accent. "I honestly don't know what he or Jarmusch sees in her or why everybody thinks she's hot as shit, like, why she's been the face of so many brands, like- she's such a weird-ass looking girl, right? So freckled. I don't envy her poor makeup artists."

I decided I had heard enough and announced myself by dropping my bag into my chair in a rather passive-aggressive way. She stopped laughing when she saw me and had the nerve to give me a dirty look. The other girl gave me a concerned and apologetic smile.

I sat down in a sour mood until Pedro poked his head into the trailer and my face lit up when I saw him. But before either of us could say anything, Sharon stepped in.

"Heya, how's the most gorgeous person in the world doing?" She greeted Pedro and while he was stunned for a second, he quickly directed his attention back to me. "I don't know, how are you doing, Nini?"

I barked out a laugh, snorted and hoped he could read from my eyes that I was mentally giving him a high five. "One word?" he asked with a grin, ignoring Sharon's baffled expression.

"Sure-" I hopped outside after giving that bitch an indicative glance.

We were outside, walking away from the trailer and I bumped my fist into his shoulder. "Smooth motherfucker." I giggled and he laughed at my reaction. He was unable to muster one single actual ill intention towards anyone but his words had brought me incredible satisfaction.

"What was that about?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not a stranger to gossip, I'm pretty used to it by now but Jesus, it's like that Sharon woman is trying to convince everyone that I'm a worthless piece of shit. Fucking bitch," I cursed like a sailor.

"Well, fuck... everyone knows that that's not true!" he protested. "Sounds like you could use a little distraction soon. A little birdie I know told me that it's her special day tomorrow." He looked adorable, wriggling about like an excited child.

I made a non-verbal sound. "So... tomorrow is my birthday, yes- but I told you I don't want to do anything. It's just a workday anyway... you don't have something planned, do you?"

"What? No," he answered convincingly but actors couldn't be trusted. I narrowed my eyes at him but started smiling to myself eventually. We walked side by side, heading nowhere in particular and it felt like nothing had changed between us. If anything, we were both a little more content.

"You're terrible at keeping secrets," I told him and snuck my arm around his waist. Pedro hugged my shoulder and laughed into the night.

Part 7

Translation notes:

(dut): sukkel – (eng): dork

(sp): Quiubo, cariño – (eng): what's up, honey

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jmblyajones · 5 years

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Titans: Atonement 2X9

1. DIIIICK! Bro i didn’t know his ass flat out lied to the team I-

2. lmao Donna’s on babysitter patrol

3. me watching hank and dawn leave

4. hmm my cruuumbs :,)) but kory is right. it’s a good thing everyone knows the full story moving forward

UPDATE: THATS ALL WE GOT?? I am starving out here and the writers really don’t give a daymn! 😤

5. Blackfire acting a hot ass mess like she don’t have any home training... out here killin folks and shit. OKAY so when are we hittin up Tamairan?

6. RACHEL AND GAR OUT HERE SPEAKING NOTHING BUT FACT!! All the og asses played a part in Jericho’s death! They need to stop with the bullshit and holier-than-thou attitude!

7. look at Gar being all domesticated :,))

His screen time yaall

(what did y’all think about Gar trying to call Bruce? And ditching Conner when Conner was out here frying people? The look in Conner’s eyes after he lasers the police.. i thought they were gonna show us the damage but it’s a good thing they didn’t 😟)

8. uknow i really don’t mind conner walking around ass naked 😴🧐

9. honestly i wouldn’t be so annoyed with watching Hank and Dawn if that wasn’t the only damn couple i’ve been seeing since the season started! they have literally taken over the shows OTP despite being the least popular couple on the show! share the love @ TitansWriters! (y’all is that really Minka singing? bc if it is wOOOw 👏🏾)

10. singing your little titties off! i’d be scared the truck was bugged or something. that sister had a scary look that would keep me up at night 🥴

11. Oh fuuuc... I know J’s mamma is gonna want revenge and i don’t blame her. And yeah I can say i don’t disagree with what she said about Dick going to her to clear his own conscious

12. PLOT TWIST! y’all i thought Jericho was gonna be sitting up in that chair 💀💀💀

13. I hate agreeing with Slade but listening to Dick go back and forth with him.. honey how are you going to go from “i killed him” to “you killed him”. Slade was dead on with the “you still haven’t accepted your guilt” with regards to using Jericho. he needs to fully admit that and not because it makes him feel better but because it’s the right thing to do and because J’s death was an accident...

14. okay so how is this gonna work? Titans are obviously getting back together later so will it be an us vs them scenario?? will they have to kill his ass? fry him up?? because he will not stop and i don’t see anyone else capable of kicking Deathstrokes ass (as far as the prison system ect)

15. Okay so i’m going to give Gar’s character the benefit of the doubt because of them not doing a through character development of him but... does my bby really think the only animal he’s able to turn into is a tiger??...

what the absolute ghetto shit is this?? (i just hope that along with this and kory flying, the power development scenes in the future will blow shit out the water cuuzzz...)

16. 10 minutes left and i guess we are saying rachel randomly running away from Donna is irrelevant lol

17. Bro is Faddei’s death really tearing me up? 🤧

18. komand’r girl.. you want to be “co-queens” with Kory but you killed everyone who was loyal to her and her parents? not to mention you blew up her only way home..okay sis

19. IS KORY BOUT TO FLY??... why ask anymore? 🙄

20. okay maybe i’m being very optimistic but i was hoping rachel would just pop up at the airport and go with Dick 😂

21. soooo... anyone at all wants to explain to me that last scene. it will be greatly appreciated because.. what the hell did i just watch? (okay theooorrryy!! I definitely now think Jericho is in Deathstrokes body! cuz Slade was acting all funny and he was grunting like he was uncomfortable and the momma was trying to rush Dick’s ass out the house? then dick spins around at the airport as if he just picked up on it. now as far as him purposely getting arrested... i don’t really understand that lol)

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ok i CANNOT take it anymore I simply MUST know. spill the beans on the Star Catinum scene please 🙏🏼🙏🏼💝💝💝🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 I have been wondering for SO LONG and I am SO CURIOUS

OKAY SO BEFORE I GET INTO THIS, LEMME PROVIDE SOME EXPOSITION! :3 the Star Catinum Scene was heavily inspired by the one fan art of splat w the BIG dinner plate eyes, the one where’s he’s like owo and then O W O. it reminded me of a cat! and then i thought of this one post i saw ages ago about how much it’d suck if catra’s eyes went all big + dilated in the middle of one of her fights with adora, and then... the dots connected and, to quote my main man kronk, it was all coming together now :3 another big part of this is the adventure i had w coffee in ny, which we’ve talked about here in there in chat! w that said, lemme dive right in!! this might get long, so i’m gonna put it into a readmore just in case!

sO. the star catinum scene is from the sda, which means kak is roomies w camille in paris while jotaro is grappling w friend/family withdrawal in florida! Jotaro travels + visits everyone when he can, bc he is just. Mad lonely in florida. he might grump about all of the crusaders, but he really do be lovin + missing them, you know? On Kak and Camille’s end, this is normally fine! however, the visit that takes place in the star catinum scene is like. towards the later end of the semester for Kak, and inconveniently RIGHT in the middle of one of his final projects for the semester. So! Instead of trying to juggle the project + jotaro, he decides, fuck it! I’m gonna go crazy go stupid and finish it in advance so I can devote all of my attention to jotaro + what he’s been up to when he arrives. :)

nonetheless, jotaro’s visit sneaks up on him, in the way that these kinds of situations do, and he really becomes unhinged that week! He’s gone, painting for nights on end, leading up to Jotaro’s arrival + distressingly, he’s still not done the day/night before jotaro’s set to arrive! Kakyoin is normally a pretty levelheaded and rational guy, but all pretense has jumped out the window. he just Needs to finish this project at this point. SO. that night right before jotaro flies in, Kak stops by the cafe right underneath his and Camille’s apartment that’s run by a turkish and indian couple, and orders two large cups of their most intense brew. With his project and his coffee in hand, he sets off for a parisian rooftop to finish what he started, chugging the first cup as he goes. The first cup is nice, and really gets him going and in the mode! however, he gets so hyperfocused on the painting that he forgets there’s a second cup- at least, until he almost trips on it hours later! And then he’s like. Oh. Oh GOD. there’s a second cup! full of coffee! what do? The small voice of reason that’s been dwindling throughout this week is like: noriaki....whatever you Do, do NOT drink that cup. just let it go. toss it. But another, louder part of him is like: but you are getting kind of sleepy tho.. and are you done with your project yet? No? Then why waste the money by throwing the cup away? Just drink it dude...

So, he drinks it! which is fine and dandy for all of five minutes, until the caffeine REALLY begins kicking and oh, oh god. he should Not have had the second cup of coffee...Filled with regret and too much energy to handle, he feverishly finishes up the painting, slowly losing a grip on reality with each stroke! it almost feels like his body is trying to exorcise itself, which he can’t really blame it for. almost drunkenly, he stumbles back to his and camille’s apartment- thank god for hierophant catching his missteps and making sure the painting isn’t tarnished on the journey! He stumbles back into the apartment, which is pretty dark beyond the light peeking out from camille’s bedroom + the flickering glow of the flames from her new candles. she steps out of her room when she hears he’s finally home, and ooh. Kakyoin may be lost in the caffeine sauce, but he can almost Feel the concern radiating from Camille’s person. she barrages him with a bunch of questions, seemingly all at once. wherewereyou? are you okay? isitfinished? whendidyoulastsleep? Most importantly, are you going to be well enough to get pick Jotaro up from the train station in a few hours?

Kakyoin waves these questions off as his body plummets into the wonderfully plump cushions of their sofa- painting,i’mfine,yes,idon’tknow, and Yes. just let me close my eyes for a moment...i’ll be fine just wake me up when it’s time to get jotaro. And then, he slips into a deep deep slumber.

(i’ve gotta get ready for work soon, so i’m gonna copypasta the rest from my explanation of it to jules!! which is grand bc i feel that explanation captures the fever dream quality of it much better than i am here!)

Camille watcches him melt into the couch + basically enter a coma with mounting anxiety. Normally Jotaro calls when he's arrived at the train station from the airport, and despite the early hour she doesn't really expect this time to be any different. However, it's normally Always Kakyoin that goes to get him. and then they go out for lunch, or dinner, or breakfast. or just a random snack run at the oddest hours of the day. Normally Camille hardly interacts with Jotaro, and she’s used to their interactions always falling flat.. she doesn't know why. Kakyoin assures her that that's just how Jotaro is: quiet, expressive in his own ways. but it gnaws at camille

So anyhow, she waits for Jotaro to call with Dread, because the situation can go one of two ways: kakyoin emerges from his like 2 hour nap after not sleeping for at least a day or two, and the entire visit is off because Kakyoin himself is off skelter. Or, she answers the phone and gets jotaro from the train station Herself + maybe makes him dislike her even more! both options make her stomach drop, and she can't stop her eyes from constantly drifting over to kakyoin, who looks a little too still, a little too cold, a lot of too worn out. She grabs her nicest, most comfortable blanket and throws it over him.. maybe it'll help him sleep better, and hopefully it'll help ease her mind

she does some meditation until jotaro Finally FINALLY calls. Kakyoin is the lightest sleeper known to man for reasons that Camille is unable to understand, so she leaps on their telephone. jotaro's voice is something that strikes fear in her, and having his voice right up in her ear at like 3 am is the least ideal thing ever. it throws all of her meditation out the window, and the harebrained anxiety is Back.

hurriedly, she tells jotaro that they'll be over to pick him up soon! and she can't help but notice the deflated, "Oh." she gets back in response, which baffles her even further. (jules said that was bc he was just waking up from his own personal red-eye flight fever dream nap, and I cannot agree more!) Sure, it's normally always kakyoin that gets jotaro, but what's so wrong with her tagging along? It's not a far walk from their apartment to the train station- what if she just wanted to get out of the house? anyhow, the thought only serves to make camille more nervous.

she decides right after hanging up that No. She is Not going to wake kakyoin up for this- he really needs the sleep, jotaro be damned. it's not like they're going to get up to anything at this hour anyways. She shimmies into her outerwear + yeehaws over to the gare du nord, where she finds jotaro pretty quickly (he’s so tall!). he's like, "Oh- you. Where's Kakyoin?" and she spitballs the entire thing to him because Camille is just a motormouth when her nerves are high

Camille is expecting Jotaro to be miffed, just a little bit, but surprisingly, he's pretty chill about the whole thing. He's grateful to Camille for coming to get him, because otherwise he'd get hopelessly lost in the maze of the city. This is where Camille begins to realize, hm.. perhaps she was too harsh of a judge..mayhaps.. jotaro really is just Like That, as kakyoin has said at least six times before.. what a concept.

They start walking back to the apartment, and Jotaro's mostly concerned about Kakyoin and why the dude's currently comatose on their couch. Camille just keeps rambling and maybe giving out more information than she should, but Camille is just like Polnareff in that regard. she doesn't notice his gaze soften at their similarity, or at the concept that kakyoin would work himself raw just to make time for jotaro's visit... (which Kakyoin shouldn't have to, not for his sake! but the concept pokes at the small beast in jotaro that fancies kakyoin, which.. ugh. that's an entire thing for him to wrestle with.)

so they make it back to the apartment, and camille urges him to be really quiet as they enter- 'did you know, kakyoin's a super light sleeper? i stubbed my toe and cursed once and it woke him up! it's a little odd, i wonder why he's like that.' but jotaro knows. he learned why early sometime in their third year, an admittance uttered in the pitch black of the ocean at an ungodly hour. death 13, a stand he never met, or at least one that he doesn't remember meeting? and yet one that had such a profound impact on kakyoin. in the present, he puts more thought into his footsteps as they cross the threshold between the apartment commons and kakyoin and camille's apartment.

And oh, there he is. buried under a heaping white blanket, with only the left side of his face poking out. jotaro grins ever so slightly, looking at the noodle strayed madly across the side of his head that jotaro can see- how intensely had kakyoin flung himself at the couch? he feels like his eyes rest on kakyoin a moment too long, and maybe camille feels it too. or maybe her mind is just buffering- kakyoin had said she was squirrel-minded sometimes. as if her brain were leaping from one thing to another at such incredible speeds that she herself struggled to keep up with it

camille whispers so lightly that jotaro almost doesn't hear her. but once he does catch on to what she is saying, something takes hold of his heart and tries to drag it under. She's afraid to wake Kakyoin up and ask him to move because he really needs the sleep, but that means jotaro's pick for bed is either her bed (sized for one petite camille and therefore most Definitely not fit for one giant Jotaro) or kakyoin's (which is better suited for jotaro's height but also DANGEROUS)

he feels her eyes upon him like a searing iron on flesh. camille means well, and camille has No Idea what feelings he has- he knows she doesn't think anything of his silence, his deliberation...but god. in this tiny apartment lit only by candlelight, it sure feels like she's peering into his soul and judging him. nonetheless, he ends up choosing kakyoin's bed. his flight was long, and camille's bed is just. not cut out for him! that, and it'sonlyonenightit'sonlyonenightit'sonlyonenight. once kakyoin is up tomorrow.. or whenever he's up......he and jotaro can just switch beds and there'll be no problems. this is what jotaro tells himself, but his mind still runs rampant as he lies in kakyoin's bed. thisiskakyoin'sbed. this is where kakyoin sleeps Every Single Night. this is where kakyoin would be sleeping Right Now if he hadn't run himself ragged in preparation for your visit. he did that for youforyouforyou! but also.. he should not have done that for you- you always have this effect. it's an endless cycle all night long- jotaro is thankful when the exhaustion from the airport finally shuts his brain up

needless to say, jotaro feels like shit when he wakes up. camille feels like shit when she wakes up. nobody had a good night except for kakyoin, and that's only if you count out his feverish journey back to the apartment as his body tried to violently keep itself from tearing apart at the seams due to drinking Way Too Much strong coffee. camille's already up when jotaro clambers out of kakyoin's room, starting the pot for the morning. she takes one look at him and empathizes, asks how he takes his coffee. they chat quietly as it brews- camille tells him that the only person she thinks got a good night's sleep is kakyoin, who is still out of it. bemused, she tells jotaro how she misjudged where the counter was earlier and accidentally ended up slamming her mug on it, which she was SURE was going to wake up kakyoin. but behold... the beast still slumbers!

this is a really pivotal moment for jotaro and camille's friendship, this quiet morning talk. they don't talk about anything in particular, just whatever floats into camille's mind. they're both too tired to really care about any preconceived notions they had about the other, which is how they both learn that they had horribly misjudged the other. huh, would you look at that!

at some point as they're chatting, star platinum peels away from jotaro to go check on kakyoin, which used to happen often, especially back in tibet. this would annoy jotaro any other time- he very distinctly remembers kakyoin harshly telling him i'mfinei'mfinei'mfine, i'm not going to break or anything. but star (and thus, by extension, jotaro..) has always been the type to Need to check. star has always been a bit more anxious about kakyoin after dio, which jotaro really thinks is pretty fair. seeing your best friend getting rolled into a helicopter with a giant gaping hole in his abdomen will do that to you!

but anyhow. star peels away from jotaro to check on kakyoin, and jotaro allows it. he is concerned about kakyoin- although jotaro's guilty of it, too, it's no good to be staying up for that long and knocking yourself straight out with old coffee. he keeps chatting with camille through all of this- star platinum is up to Risky Business, but camille can't see him. jotaro's fine

(except camille CAN see him and she's too petrified to say anything about it lmao)

so while he and camille keep chatting, star platinum hovers over to kakyoin, and really takes the dude in. admittedly, kakyoin looks worse for wear. his skin has an odd pallor to it that makes jotaro feel a little queasy, and the bags under kakyoin's eyes don't go unnoticed either. his brow is deeply furrowed, and absently jotaro wonders what's plaguing kakyoin in his sleep. it's always been like this, since death 13. since the coma. he wants to smooth kakyoin's brow out, to run his thumb along it. but that's dangerous.

instead, star acts on instinct and reaches out to push The Noodle, the damnable beast, out of his face. star moves slowly- he doesn't want to wake kakyoin up, after all. it was just in the way. Of Kakyoin, that is. Not Jotaro looking at his face. Never that.

however, jotaro gets caught up in the thought, and in the implication of the thought, and star's finger brushes against kakyoin's ear way more than he had intended to (read: he hadn't intended to!! *cue internal screaming*), and oh. god. oh god. kakyoin's index finger fidgets, and then his eyebrows relax. has jotaro fucked up. oh god. if he woke up kakyoin he might just chuck himself out the window and into the traffic below them

as jotaro's thinking this, star platinum, the fucking beast, remains firmly planted in front of kakyoin. despite all the sirens going off in jotaro's mind, it stays there. most times, he feels like star platinum and he are pretty well in sync. but sometimes, he wonders if star platinum has a will of its own- is it Really just jotaro floating around in there? he wondered this at the very beginning, in that jail cell, and he begrudingly wonders about it now. getbackinhererightnow, and Yet! star platinum remains, taking in kakyoin with wide eyes. beside him, camille takes a very long sip of her coffee.

kakyoin wakes up slowly, as if sleep is not yet done with him. when he finally does manage to crack open his eyes, he blinks once, twice. slowly. why is it so bright. why is it so Purple? once his brain finally rejoins the land of the living, he is able to discern what the purple nebula before him is- it's star platinum? looking at him with eyes the size of dinner plates? his mouth utters the stand's name before he can quite process what's going on, but the second he does, splat is gone. faintly, he hears a choke from across the room, and that's what finally wakes him up. his gaze is drawn over to his and camille's kitchen, where camille is very pointedly digging around in their fridge. but next to her is the hulking jotaro kujo, choking on what kakyoin... judging by scent alone, guesses is coffee.

the scent triggers something in kakyoin’s mind, and then it all hits him like a train- overwhelming and all at once. oh dear god, he slept for far too long. he missed jotaro's arrival completely! and now jotaro is here choking on coffee in their kitchen. Jotaro is here!! and kakyoin was only just now waking up, disgustingly sweaty, under a mountainous blanket- camille's? oh dear god. what a nightmare!

in any other circumstance kakyoin would go to hug jotaro or shake his hand, but this. this was not it. his breath smelled like coffee that was much too old and God, he was so hot! he felt like his clothes had been glued to his skin. he yells out some sort of greeting, some acknowledgement that hey!! it's jotaro! but the words are jumbled and a pretty pitiful mix of english, japanese, and french. and then he vaults over the couch and into his room, WHERE! Jotaro's suitcase is?????? he trips on it, yells out some sort of profanity, grabs some clothes, and proceeds to promptly lock himself in the shower for at least fifteen minutes.

in these fifteen minutes, it's just intense kill bill sirens on all ends. kakyoin's like FUCK MAN I MISSED PICKING UP JOTARO, I CAN'T BELIEVE I SLEPT THROUGH ALL THAT! AND WHY WAS STAR LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT? AHHHH; jotaro is just. lost in the sauce. star platinum you fucking bastard you should have withdrawn much earlier! that was too close! and camille. camille just hyperfocuses on achieving the perfect blend of coffee and creamer for her second cup while pretending she did NOT just witness whatever that super tender super intimate scene was. just smile and wave camille, smile and wave and nobody will ever know you saw a thing....

they collectively pretend to agree nothing happened when kakyoin gets out of the shower. jotaro, needing something to do with his hands before his body implodes, makes kakyoin some calming drink- something his father no doubt made often during busy tours. their fingers brush when he passes the cup to kakyoin, but you know what? we are NOT going to think about it. kakyoin nurses the cup gingerly, and camille, the saint that she is, bubbles up an entirely new conversation.

and that's basically it! jotaro falls deeper down the rabbit hole, kakyoin becomes Confused, and camille begins taking notes on the Hopeless Case of One (1) Kujo Jotaro lol

#JULES NOW THAT I'M READING IT AS A POST #I JUST WANNA APOLOGIZE AGAIN FOR HITTIN U WITH THE WALL OF TEXT #IK IT'S FINE BUT MY GOD.. it really was that long huh??#anyhow!!! :3 This is the #Star Catinum #SCENE BABEY!! idk if i want to write a fic about this scene or render it as a comic but ahhh #it's one of the sda's older scenes + one that is super near and dear to my heart #everyone is a disaster!!#coffee is a mistake!#fullmetal-the-last-alchemist #long post

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ereri-lost-and-found · 5 years

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Heyy so first of all I wanted to tell you guys that your blog is so good ! Aaah it's nice to have so many people willing to dedicate themselves to help fans find ereri fics :') and your 100th follower giveaway !! You are just adorable

Why, hello there little Strawberry! Your kind words just put you on our ‘nice’ list! These ereri elves were determined to make you a list that makes it feel like the Holidays! Please take a peek below for an early Christmas gift from us to you; we won’t tell Santa!

While this is our first list of Christmas fics, please feel free to comment below and share with us some of your favorites! Tis the season to share ereri, fa la la la la fa la la la. 🎶🎄🦌⛄

A Christmas Carol by FraBee

(Rated E, 22 456words, complete)

Levi Ackerman hated a lot of things: people, dirt, noise, crowded spaces, wasting his money on things like paying his employees, getting together with his relatives…But there came a time of they year in which all these things came together, a time he despised with a passion: Christmas.Which was, undoubtedly, the dumbest, most expensive and irritating holiday of them all.So, like every year, he refused to go spend time with his nephew (Farlan Church) and made his secretary (Eren Jaeger) stay in the office ‘till late on Christmas Eve, not caring if the younger had plans that night.He knew everyone hated him, avoided him, but that’s exactly what Levi wanted: to be left alone.But on that Christmas Eve the spirit of his dead colleague (Erwin Smith) and three others (Historia Reiss as the ghost of Christmas past, Sasha Brauss as the ghost of Christmas present, and I have no idea who the ghost of Christmas to Come is) will change his mind, but most importantly his heart.

a modern day christmas carol by acidtowns (Rated T,10 774 words, complete)

Three spirits visit Levi on Christmas Eve to tell him to get his life together.

Christmas at the Ackermans by zhedang (Rated T, 8 611words, complete)

An incredibly self-indulgent fic in which Mikasa asks Eren to do her a favor and go pick up her “sort of” cousin Levi from the airport and oh no, he’s hot.

Christmas Cleaning by raindrop_rouge (Rated G,2 361 words, complete)

Christmas has come and gone, and Levi only has one thing in mind: cleaning up. Eren, however, does not seem 100% devoted to cooperating.

Baby It’s Cold Outside! by ReluctantHero (Not Rated, 8 603words, complete)

Eren has been a huge fan of Actor Levi Ackerman since he was a child.Now he’s doing his first big roll on a TV Christmas movie and get to work with his long time idol.Will they hit it off?

sit it out by elliewritesthings (Rated T, 14 081words, complete)

However, when he steps out from between the shelves he freezes in place, brows furrowing as he stares at the chair, his chair, that’s currently being occupied by someone that is not him.Well, that’s unusual, he thinks. During the current semester, Eren has never seen anyone sitting in his chair. In fact, the seats by the window are rarely taken, and even now there are plenty of available ones just few feet away, but Eren wants this one. Annoyance bubbles up inside him as he glares at the person who’d so rudely stolen his chair. Though all he can see is the back of the guy’s head, Eren can tell that he’s a grade A asshole.

Sweeter Than Expected by inkshaming (Not Rated, 18 144words, complete)

Though he had the best of intentions, Levi finds himself out of his depth when it comes to expressing his new-found affection for a college student who’s a little down on his luck. He’s about to find out that, when it comes to Eren, there’s really no such thing as ‘too sweet.’An Accidental Sugar-Daddy AU.

home for christmas by elliewritesthings (Rated M,7 069words, complete)

He’s so not over it, Levi surmises, slumping down on the table as he keeps stealing glances in Eren’s direction. Damn it, the man has only gotten more handsome while he’s been gone, that bright, beaming smile and those lively eyes making Levi’s heart beat faster even though he’s all the way on the other side of the room. There are a couple of new gray hairs at his temples, and Levi figures it tells quite a lot about him that he’s able to spot something that minor from across the room. Coming back had been a terrible mistake because he can feel himself falling all over again and it’s even worse the second time around - he’s an adult now, for fuck’s sake, and it’s downright ridiculous that he’s still not over his little crush.

Homebound by Gootbuttheichou (Rated E,6 546words, complete)

When Michigan is hit by a blizzard, Levi and Eren find that they are unable to fly back to their home state for Christmas- so they make do by celebrating it on their own.

Murphy Christmas by SimplyTsundere (Rated T, 5 739words, complete)

After adopting two unfortunately mischievous kittens, Veterinarian Eren Jaeger discovers his new neighbor isn’t the most friendly person when he gets awoken by kittens screaming in his face. The straight-laced, attractive man scoffs at his presence and goes on about his morning. Eren feels terrible for the first impression and decides that he should apologize properly: with some wine. He returns that afternoon to apologize only to wind up in a series of unfortunate events. Little did he know that his fateful meeting would lead to much more than a bloody nose, a glass of wine, and a proposition.

Check Me Out by Attack_On_Feelings (delsol) (Rated E, 6 219words, complete)

Itchy green polos, bailing coworkers, rude suburban moms, and one very attractive costumer.Based on the prompt: Some asshole customer is screaming at you for doing your job and I can tell that you really want to yell back but I’m assuming you can’t so excuse me I’ll do it for you

Wasabi, Or All the Things We Leave Behind by Silicu (silmil) (Rated M,4 916words, complete)

Levi hates Chriastmas, Eren loves hot chocolate, Hanji is going to suffer and Mikasa is creepy. Oh, and Erwin and Armin might take over the world.

Late Night Coffee by iStygianEmpress (iDarkEmpress) (Rated T,7 390words, complete)

For days, Levi has been receiving gifts from an anonymous sender. He doesn’t have any idea about who the sender is, but whoever it is seems to know him very well.Levi also has a crush on Eren Yeager, his daily late night customer who seems to worm his way to his heart.Gifts, jealousy and couple sweaters ensues.Who knows? It may become his warmest Christmas.

Endearing Proposal by sweetkokoro (Rated M,3 151words, complete)

Levi and Eren spend their Christmas Eve in downtown Chicago. They’re in Navy Pier and do many fun activities. Towards the end of the day they head towards the big Christmas tree and there, Eren makes an endearing proposal.

Frozen Nipples by BreadHood (Rated G,902words, complete)

Winter is coldHange is annoyingLevi is pissedand his nipples are frozenso why not look for a boyfriend along the way?

Holiday Happenstance by slugworthingtonjr (Not Rated,3 551words, complete)

Eren always waits until the last minute to do his Christmas shopping, and it always sucks. This year however, he manages to collide with another shopper, sending the man’s coffee everywhere. It should’ve made the night worse, but somehow it made it better.

Titan Trees by sciencefictioness (Rated M,5 492 words, complete)

Eren found the perfect Christmas tree for the house. Or he thought he had, until Levi shot him down brutally. Now Levi needs to find a way to make it up to Eren.

C'est la vieby joouheika (Rated E, 11 641 words, complete)

Eren’s cousin Krista just had to come out on Christmas day.

Of Mistletoe and Shitty Fake Boyfriends by TheSpazzBot (Rated T, 13 819words, complete)

Eren wouldn’t say they were friends. Hell, he wouldn’t even say they were acquaintances. But he supposes that ‘Fake Boyfriend’ does have a ring to it.

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criminalhotch · 5 years

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“Going the Distance”~An Ethan Dolan Imagine

Can you make an imagine where you’re dating Ethan and you’re like half way across the country in ur state and see the sister squad and the whole Emma and Ethan thing; and you end up like unintentionally ignoring Ethan and everyone because you’re like hurt?? And confused?? And mad?? And all of a sudden he like gets fed up and just comes to see u and and it’s all angsty

Don’t know if you taking writing ideas but I just thought of one: Y/N, Grayson, Ethan, and Emma go back to Jersey. Everyone is loving Y/N and Ethan feels like no one is like Emma. It causes a lot of problems between Ethan and Grayson bc Ethan is rude toward Y/N bc he feels it is her fault on my no one seems to like Emma. In the end, Ethan and Y/N talk everything out. Thanks! Your writing is like flawless! ❤️

A/N: Thank you to the two people who sent in these requests. It was going to be really hard to make two separate storylines so I combined them! Long distance sucks, my best friend lives 11 hours away from me and I only see him a couple times a year. This one isn’t my favorite but it matches the requests. I hope you guys like it!

Warnings: Angst, fluff, cursing, nothing major

Word Count: 4,454

I sat in my apartment in my home state. I was miles upon miles from my boyfriend, Ethan Dolan. We had been together a year, but the fans didn’t know. I wasn’t famous, Ethan didn’t want me to get hate because it was a long-distance relationship only making it worse. I hadn’t seen him in three months. Every time they go home to New Jersey I have a big test, so I can never go. I adore his family. I miss him more than anything. I love him I do but distance is so hard. They travel so often it makes it even harder. He does treat me so well. We call, text, snapchat, and FaceTime all of the time. He sends me things to my apartment just because he misses me but with school there’s just never a good time for us to see each other. I decided that I would Facetime him. “Facetiming Turtle Man”. It then stopped ringing meaning he declined it. Soon enough, my phone dinged with a text from him. “Filming a vid with Emma, Gray, and James. I’ll call you later, baby. Love you” it read. Emma, imagine that. No wonder everyone is shipping them. My thoughts made me that I shouldn’t respond.

A couple of hours later I looked at my phone with two missed calls from Ethan. I had decided to take a relaxing bath and left my phone on the counter. I thought about calling him back, but I was tired. I knew that us talking would only end in a fight or with me crying, probably both. I decided it was best to just go to bed and I did just that. I threw on some sweats and one of Ethan’s shirts that I had even though it had lost his scent months ago. The next morning, I woke up at 8:02 and my first class is at 8:30. It was also a 15-minute walk from my apartment to my class. I threw my hair in a bun, kept the clothes on I wore to bed, brushed my teeth, then left. I got to my class with three minutes to spare. I decided to check my phone. Three missed calls from Grayson and 12 from Ethan. As well as four texts from Grayson and 21 texts from Ethan. Unfortunately, I had no service in this building so responding was not an option and to make it worse this class is three hours long. I guess they will just have to wait.

Ethan’s POV (Last Night after filming)

“Has Y/N responded to you?” I asked Grayson. “No, you?” he asked. “No, and it worries me” I admitted. “She might have fallen asleep, E. You know she has her 8:30 tomorrow” he reminded me. “You’re right, I just worry, and I miss her” I sulked. “I know you do, dude,” he said patting my back. “What if she is mad at me? I don’t know what I did” I told him. “Maybe it’s not something you did but who you are with” he suggested. “Grayson, you are my brother why would she be mad at that,” I asked him with a tude. “Not me, you fucking idiot. Emma” he said. “Why would she be jealous of Emma?” I asked. “Let’s see it’s a female who sees you way more than she does. All of the fans ship you and Emma with that ugly ass ship name because they don’t know about you and Y/N, not to mention you guys are kind of flirty in our videos” he explained. “That’s just how we are, it’s not serious. I love Y/N, not Emma” I told him. “Ethan, I know that. I have to listen to you complain about it every day, but she doesn’t see you, every day. It’s hard for her too, E” he told me. “I don’t know what to do Gray” I admitted. “She’s probably just asleep. If she doesn’t respond before class tomorrow, then you can worry” he negotiated, and I nodded. “I’m going to go play Fortnite and hope I can clear these thoughts up,” I told Grayson as I headed to my room. I started my game and before I knew it the clock read 4:13 am. I decided to get into bed and try to get some sleep. I tossed and turned for hours. It’s now 8 am and I didn’t sleep a wink. I got up and walked across the house. I found Grayson working out, imagine that. “Gray she never responded to me,” I said. “Me either but why are you out of bed before noon?” he questioned. “Is it out of bed if I never fell asleep?” I asked. “E” he sighed. “My mind wouldn’t shut off, Gray. I can’t lose her. I love her” I said pulling my hair through my fingers. “Go pack. I’m going to book you a flight while you pack. Go see her. The video for Tuesday is almost done and I can finish it. We can do something in New Jersey for next Tuesday. You just go get your girl, alright?” he said. God, I love this kid. “Thanks, Gray,” I said hugging him. “You’re welcome. I am the best twin ever, now go” he demanded. I went upstairs and packed. It was pretty last minute but if I forgot anything I could have Grayson bring it to New Jersey. I walked back downstairs around 8:45. “Ok, you have a flight at 10. I have printed off all of your information. If I were you I would have Y/N come to New Jersey with us for Thanksgiving later this week. You guys can meet Emma and me there” he explained. Emma was coming to New Jersey because her parents decided on a last-minute vacation but didn’t ask her to join so she didn’t have anywhere to go for Thanksgiving, so Grayson and I invited her to come to New Jersey with us. I ate a quick bowl of cereal then had Grayson drive me to the airport. We got to LAX about 10 minutes before my plane boarded. I got to my gate as soon as boarding started. I got on the plane and before I knew it I was in the air. I was so ready to surprise her. I need it. She needs it. We need it.

Before I knew it, we had made it to the next airport. I got off and headed straight to Y/N’s house. I had her address from sending her things in the mail. I went straight there hoping that she was home. I knocked but no one ever came. I decided that I would do what any good boyfriend would do. I would wait, at her doorstep for her to arrive.

Y/N’s POV

I decided to steal some of the school’s WiFi before I go back to my apartment. I went to the library grabbed one of the study cubicles and got to work. I had one last test before Thanksgiving break and then I was done. I was pretty confident, but it couldn’t hurt to refresh myself. I stayed in the cubicle for a couple hours just to ensure a good grade on this test. I packed up my things then took the 15-minute walk back to my apartment. I made my way up to my apartment where I saw a figure standing in front of a door. They must be waiting for maintenance, I thought. I kept walking until I realized the figure was in front of my apartment and he looked familiar. He looked like Ethan. I realized I never responded to any of them. I should do that when I get settled in. The closer I got the more I realized it was Ethan. “Ethan?” I asked. “Y/N!” he exclaimed while jumping up. We ran to each other. I dropped my backpack not caring about my laptop. I ran as fast as my feet would take me. It felt like it took forever but soon enough I was engulfed in his arms again. I buried my head into his chest. I took a deep breath trying to take everything in. Then I began crying. I pulled away from him and wiped my tears away. “Why are you crying, babe?” he asked. “I missed you so much and I am so glad you’re here” I explained. “Well, I’m here now, alright? No more tears” he said kissing my forehead. I unlocked my door then took us inside. My apartment was filled with pictures of Ethan and I. “I’m everywhere” he said. “Hey, it’s both of us and there’s some of Grayson too but when I don’t get the real thing I have to make do” I shrugged. “I know this is hard for you, it’s hard for me too” he sighed. “E?” I asked. “Yes, baby?” he said. “Why are you here?” I asked. “Well you wouldn’t answer Grayson or me, so I knew something was up. Even if you were mad at me you would respond to Grayson, at least. I was so scared something happened to you that I had to be here. Grayson found me a flight while I packed my stuff up then the next thing I knew, I was here” he explained. “I’m sorry for worrying you. After you declined my FaceTime I got upset so I took a bath then went to bed. Then I woke up late this morning, so I didn’t have time to respond before class then the building I was at didn’t have service. Then I went to the library and zoned out. I’m fine E. I didn’t mean to scare you” I sighed. “Why were you upset?” he asked. “I just missed you,” I said. “It’s more than that. You’re looking away from me which means you’re hiding something” he noticed. Damn, why did he know me so well? I stayed silent. “It’s Emma isn’t it?” he asked, and I nodded. “Grayson was right” he sighed. “What did Grayson say?” I asked. “He said that you might be jealous of Emma because she is with me a lot and we’re friends. That there are fans shipping her and I because they don’t know about us” he said. “And you guys get awful friendly in your collabs” I mentioned. His eyes dropped, and I prepared for the worst. He had cheated. “Y/N, baby girl, sweetheart, pumpkin, my princess. I know you are thinking the worst. You are thinking that I cheated on you but I didn’t. I would never. Emma and I are seriously just friends. You know my personality and that I’m very goofy which could be mistaken as flirty. I do not love Emma, I do not even look at Emma that way. There is only one girl I look at with all the love in my heart and that’s you” he said pulling his phone out. “Ethan, what are you doing?” I asked. “You’ll see” he smirked. A few seconds later my phone dinged. It was a notification: Ethan Dolan tagged you in a post. I shot him a look. What was he up to? I opened the app and saw a picture of Ethan and I from a few months ago. There was kind of a long caption. “Just an update on my life for you guys. Emma and I are NOT together. I am with this beautiful girl right here. Her name is Y/N and I love her with everything that I am. Not many people know that we have been together for the past year. She isn’t famous, and I was worried she wouldn’t be able to handle the hate so please treat my girl well, she has my heart. Don’t be the reason she breaks it”

“Ethan” I smiled as tears filled my eyes. “I love you so much. I know I didn’t ask, and I just did it, but it was the only way I could prove how much I loved you” he said pulling me into him. “You’re so extra babe” I giggled. “Can we snuggle for a little bit?” he asked, and I nodded. As we laid there I began to think. “E how long are you staying?” I asked. “Well it’s Monday and Thanksgiving is Thursday. My family’s Thanksgiving is Thursday at 4 which I really want you to come. I’ll buy your ticket, I just want you there. They miss you” he admits. “You don’t have to ask me twice. I see my family all the time” I giggled. “Oh, um I should probably tell you this” he started. “Tell me what?” I asked getting upset. “So, Grayson and I felt bad. You know how soft we are, Y/N even if we don’t act like. You can’t leave someone alone on Thanksgiving, right?” he smiled trying to guilt trip me. “E, what did you guys do?” I asked. “WeinvitedEmmatoNewJerseybecauseshedidn’thaveanywhereelsetogo” he said all in one breath. “So Emma is going to be at your family Thanksgiving?” I asked. “Um, yes?” he said unsure of what my reaction would be. “Good, I can tell her to stay the fuck off my man,” I said. “Babe, she’s not after me” he pleaded. “Bullshit E. Open your eyes when you watch your videos. She is all over you! Not Grayson but you! She knows about me, right?” I asked. “Well of course. I talk about you all of the time, ask Gray” he said. “She clearly doesn’t get the hint then, Ethan” I scowled. “Babe, we only get to see each other for a few days let’s not spend it arguing” he pleaded. “E, I don’t want to fight but I haven’t seen you in months, then there’s some YouTuber I have never met all of over you, your fans ship you guys together like Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. How am I supposed to feel?” I asked with tears pricking my eyes. “Y/N, don’t cry. We both know I can’t handle your tears, babe” he says softly. “I don’t know if I can do this anymore, E” I admitted even if I didn’t want to. “Y/N, I just told everyone, don’t say that” he begged. “Ethan, I have seen you maybe four or five weeks of the over 52 we have been together. This destroys me. I miss you more every day. I watch your videos to support you and Gray, obviously but so I can hear your voice and your laugh so I can see you smile. Yes, we talk all the time but college is so much plus having a famous boyfriend who lives states away. I can’t keep doing this, E. I love you, this has nothing to do with the fact that I don’t love you. I love you more than anything but loving you is killing me” I sobbed as my head fell into his chest. “Move in with Grayson and me” he suggested. “Ethan that’s crazy,” I said looking up from his chest with tear-stained cheeks. “I cannot let you go. You have made me a better person, Y/N. Not to mention, I love you. Everything I said in that Instagram post was true. You have my heart; baby girl and I can’t be without you anymore. A year is long enough” he explained. “Ethan, what about school, my family, my friends, but again most importantly school?” I asked. “UCLA?” he said in a duh tone. “I won’t get into UCLA” I shot back. “Actually, I already applied for you because I was going to ask if you wanted to move in with Gray and I after Christmas?” he smiled trying to read my reaction. “Did I get in?” I asked worriedly. “OF COURSE, YOU GOT IN. YOU ARE THE SMARTEST GIRL I KNOW” he exclaimed. “I’m mad at you” I whispered. “For what?” he asked. “Going behind my back and applying at UCLA” I explained. “Well, you should be mad at your mom too because she was the one who suggested it and told me all the information I needed that I didn’t have” he admitted. “You went through all of that just, so we could be together?” I asked, and he nodded. “Ethan Grant, you are an idiot and you’re sneaky, but I don’t know what I’d do without you” I smiled. “My parents are ok with me transferring?” I asked him. “They told me that they trust me to take care of you and that you’ll be much happier being with me then stuck here” he explained, and he was right. “Are you going to move in with us?” he asked. “I don’t know, E. It’s a lot all at once” I answered. “Take your time. You have a couple weeks before anything needs decided” he told me as I snuggled into his chest. If I wanted to be happy I knew that LA with him and Gray would be the best thing. He’s everything to me but what if we break up. I’ll have to move back home and that’s scary too. I love him, but I’m scared.

It’s Wednesday afternoon and we’re flying to New Jersey. These past couples of days with Ethan have been so nice. I only had one class yesterday and once I was done with my test I could leave. I was back before Ethan even got up for the day. Grayson and Emma’s flight got in 10 minutes after Ethan and I’s did so we decided to wait for them. We could hear Y/Ship/N being chanted but we just decided to ignore it waiting for Gray and Emma. Soon enough their plane landed, and we were met with Grayson’s big smile and Emma being Emma. “Hey, Y/N. How are you?” Gray asked wrapping me in a hug. “Good, how was your flight?” I asked. “Not bad” he smiled then I looked at Emma. “Y/N, this is Emma. Emma, this is Y/N” Grayson said while Ethan stood there awkwardly. “Hey, E has told me a lot about you,” Emma said, and I smiled. “Yeah, you too” I lied not wanting to make her feel bad. We started walking out the airport hearing. “Why is Emma here?” “Is Emma dating Grayson then?” “Gremma” “Ethma” “Y/Ship/Name” then the farther we got the worse it got. “Emma shouldn’t even be here. Flirting with Ethan when he has a girlfriend” “Boo Emma” “Emma should go back to LA” “No one likes Emma” “Fuck you, Emma”

I looked at Ethan and he was angry. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were narrowed. I squeezed his hand trying to make him feel better, but it didn’t work. Shortly after hearing more mean things he let go of my hand and stormed in front of us. I just let him go. I waited for Emma and Grayson to catch up so I could walk with them. “Why aren’t you walking with Ethan?” he asked. “That’s a good question” I answered. “What happened?” Emma asked. “I think he got mad at all of the fans being mean to Emma. I squeezed hand trying to get him to calm down, but he just got mad and stormed off” I explained. “He’s such an ass sometimes” Grayson muttered.

We walked to the waiting area by the door, waiting for Lisa and Sean to pick us up. Ethan was outside in the cold. “E, wait inside with us” I yelled and he ignored me. “Whatever, freeze. See if I care” I yelled staying inside with Gray and Emma. “I’m sorry, he’s being like this” Grayson apologized. “it’s fine, he will get over it,” I said. “I don’t know why he is so upset. I get hate all the time, this is mild” Emma explained. “It’s Ethan, who knows” I mumbled. “My parents just pulled up,” Gray said. We put our stuff in the trunk as Ethan had already put his things up then got in the car. “I’ll sit in the back with Gray” I said and they both nodded. The whole ride back to the Dolan’s was damn near silent other than the few questions Lisa and Sean asked us. Ethan never answering any of them. Ethan shot out of the car and headed up to his room. “What’s wrong with your brother, Gray?” Lisa asked. “Honestly, I don’t know” he answered. “Y/N, do you know?” Sean asked. “Not really. Shortly after we got to the airport he got into this mood” I said, and they nodded not asking any further. I put my things in Ethan’s room. He was sat on his bed and his back to the door. I dropped my stuff off and headed back downstairs letting him make his own decisions. “He still being a pain?” Emma asked. “Yeah, he will calm down eventually. Tomorrow’s Thanksgiving, he will talk eventually about what’s bothering him” I explained.

Emma, Grayson, and I sat watching Christmas movies. We were watching Home Alone. We had already watched Elf and The Grinch. Ethan came downstairs to get a drink and didn’t say anything to anyone. He went back up to his room. “What is his deal?” Grayson asked. “I don’t know” I muttered not pushing it. “I’ll go talk to him,” Grayson said getting up from the couch and pausing the movie.

Grayson’s POV Sometimes Ethan confuses the hell out of me. This being one of those times. I barge into his room not caring that I didn’t knock. “You could knock” he scoffed. “You could not be a dick,” I said back. “Your girlfriend is hanging out with Emma and me because you are ignoring her. For what reason Ethan? What has got you so pissed off you are ignoring everyone when it’s the day before Thanksgiving? Shouldn’t you be I don’t know, THANKFUL” I yelled at him. “Y/N is making everyone hate Emma. Look at twitter everyone is telling Emma she’s ugly and to leave us alone because they know I’m with Y/N. It’s not fair” he said. “Ok, so you are pissed at the fans but taking it out on Y/N. Do you realize how fucking stupid you sound?” I asked. “She was the one that was jealous of Emma” he shot back. “Ethan, you fucking idiot. She is your girlfriend and barely gets to see you where Emma sees you all the time. I would be jealous too” I explained to him. “I see you all of the time and she isn’t mad about you” he sassed. “I am your brother, your TWIN brother so there’s no way I am going to be able to take you from Y/N. We share our time with you, it’s different, Ethan. And if you’re too ignorant to figure that out maybe you should break up with Y/N and be with Emma if that’s what you want” I yelled. “No, it’s not. I love Y/N, but I care about Emma. I don’t want her getting hate because of Y/N and I being together. It’s not fair to Emma” he said. “Ok well, it’s not fair to any of us when you ignore us when you are mad at the fans. Tweet something and tell them to be nice to Y/N and Emma. It’s not that hard, E. You are just so damn stubborn that you don’t think about things” I said, and he sighed knowing he had fucked up. “I’m going downstairs and sending Y/N up here. You better apologize, you asshole” I said. “I will, thanks Gray,” he said. I walked to the living room and looked at Y/N. “I calmed him down, go to talk to him,” I said, and she nodded.

Y/N’s POV

I walked into Ethan’s room slowly. “I’m sorry” he started. ‘I was mad at you when I should be mad at myself. I was the one who hid you from the fans for so long now they are mad not only that I hid it but because I’m not with Emma. I blamed you for everyone being mean to Emma when it’s my fault. I guess because we argued about Emma and I’s friendship that it was an easy way to escape my guilt. I’m so sorry for being a stubborn asshole. I’m going to tweet and clear everything up. I hope you still love me” he apologized keeping his head down scared to look at me. “I do still love you Ethan, but you need to talk to me instead of getting mad about things. I don’t want people being mean to Emma, either. If you weren’t up here wallowing in self-pity you would see that I don’t really mind her” I explained to him. “I’m so sorry that I ruined Thanksgiving” he sighed pulling his hands through his hair. I grabbed his cheeks making him look at me. “You didn’t ruin anything, E. Now clear things up and you can join the rest of us downstairs,” I said kissing his forehead and running my hand through his hair. He grabbed his phone and opened the Twitter app. He tweeted, “Hey guys. We saw some of you at the airport. A lot of you had nice things to say and some didn’t. I know you are upset that I didn’t tell you about Y/N sooner. I had a good reason for that. Therefore, a lot of you thought I was with Emma. I’m sorry for the confusion. Emma is one of my best friends and Y/N is my girlfriend. I love and care for both of them in different ways so please don’t send hate to either of them. Thanks. -E”

“There hopefully things get better” he smiled. “You tried, E and that’s all that matters,” I said. “I do love you, Y/N. I don’t want Emma. I want you and I still want you to come to LA” he admitted. “I love you too, E” I smirked while leaning into his lips. Smiling into it I kiss him. Before I knew it, he had flipped us onto the bed. “Ethan” I yelled while he flipped us over. I was lying on my back and he was hovering over me. “Are you going to move to LA and live with Gray and me?” he asked wanting an answer. “Yes, E. I’ll move to LA with you and Gray as long as you get off of me, so we can downstairs,” I said. “Fuck yeah,” he said jumping up. “You’re an idiot” I giggled. “But I’m your idiot” he winked. “Yes, I suppose you are,” I said as I shook my head as we headed back to the living room. Ethan Grant Dolan, you are an idiot, you are the most stubborn person I have ever met, but you complete me.

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Masterlist of Other People’s Fanfics

I HAVE A REALLY HUGE LIST OF FANFICS. I NEED IT ORGANIZED. THIS IS IT.

NONE OF THESE ARE MINE.

One-Shots that I plan to read sooner or later:

(Since this is getting some notes, just wanted to clarify that this list changes as I read it. I have a favorites list here, which I only add more fics. This masterlist changes pretty much everyday)

1 4am : it’s four am and he’s left wondering if he should call the girl across the hall. (582)

2 kiss me again : (993)

3 Truth or Dare : Seb fluffy and giggly smut where the reader is his best friend and they're doing the nasty out of curiosity and boredom (1,242 / smut)

4 The Times Sebastian Referred to You as His Wife and the One Time Where He Does It on Purpose : Sebastian keeps calling you his wife. (1,449)

5 Greek Days : (1,540 / smut)

6 Wasted Times : Seb smut based on Wasted Times by the Weeknd (1,600 / smut)

7 Touching In The Air : (1,923 / smut)

8 I Know That You Don’t : Sebastian is in love with his best friend; that much is obvious. For a while now, he’s been watching Y/N give her love to someone who isn’t worth it. After being there for her when said relationship is in shambles countless times, it began to feel like a routine. A routine that Sebastian did not want to be part of anymore. (2,000)

9 Anything For My Girl : You come down with a fever, and Bucky takes care of you. When you’re feeling better, he puts your mind at ease about your relationship and then really takes care of you. (2,200 / smut)

10 The Fabric Of A Soul : Bucky wrestles with what state his soul might be in. (2,300)

11 Loopy Love : Sebastian has finally come back home, but instead of finding his fiance waiting for him at the airport, he gets some bad news. (2,317)

12 Enjoying the view : Your mission is going perfectly. Target is charming, receptive… Then you notice the balcony door is unlocked. Hmm. (2,664)

13 Facesitting : (smut)

14 Music : Bucky doesn’t really understand ‘modern’ music. The reader is there to help. (2,818)

15 Lucky Fan : (2,900 / smut)

16 Soft : A more sure and confident Bucky, enjoys the softness in life. (3,283)

17 Staying In : Bucky and you had plans for the evening but neither of you really want to go (3,800 / smut)

18 Risky Business : A mission in Stockholm. A shared hotel room. And a secret. (3,898 / smut)

19 Countdown to White : The countdown of your life. Five more days until you marry Bucky Barnes and begin the rest of your life.

20 Going Slow : (4,067 / smut)

21 Euphoria : In which bucky discovers your stash or in which you and bucky get high as balls and fuck each other’s brains out. (4,153 / smut)

22 Stay the Night : “What did I say?”“You told me to behave.”“And what did you do?”“The exact opposite.” (4,300 / smut)

23 Colors In The Dark : The world is without color, and that’s never bothered the Winter Soldier. The Fist of HYDRA didn’t have time for love and soulmates. At almost a century old, what are the odds that his soulmate was even still living? (4,400)

24 Softly, Gently : Bucky hated the dreams that haunted him every night. But they weren’t always too bad. They can sometimes lead to good things, especially if there is a someone that can help him through the aftermath. (4,560 / smut)

25 Hey, Stranger : Bucky and you have broken up but you run into each other at Tony’s wedding (4,800)

26 A Soldier’s Sigh : A series of memories told through Bucky’s eyes. (4,800)

27 My Dearest One : Reader is Shuri’s best friend and meets the White Wolf one afternoon in Wakanda (4,980 / smut)

28 Give Me Love : Prompt: Can you please write a fic where Bucky has a nightmare and reader wants to help and he fucks her but in between he look at her and stops bc he doesnt want to hurt her. (5,800 / smut)

29 Die A Virgin : When things are not looking good on Y/N’s and Bucky’s mission, Y/N admits that she’s a virgin. Bucky, being the gentleman that he is, offers to help her out, if they make it out alive. (5,879 / smut)

30 Love Is For Children 1 | 2 : You’re a former mercenary turned Avenger who joins the team after fighting, and defeating, each member that tried to recruit you. You’re confident in your abilities and even challenge the man formerly known as the Winter Soldier. A battle of egos ensues and it’s Bucky that fights to get your attention but you’re a professional and won’t fall easy for his charm. (8,500)

Series I am trying to keep up with

1 Do You Remember : You remember nothing from the past ten years that you spent working for Hydra - they wiped your memories only days before the organisation imploded - but after meeting Bucky Barnes for the first time in your new job at the Avengers facility you can’t seem to get rid of the feeling that you know him from a deep, dark and violent past the two of you happen to share - but what role did he play in it? (On-Going / 3)

2 First And Last Time : A collection of one-shots describing the first and the last time the reader and Bucky did something - it’s not a coherent story. (On-Going / 3)

3 Daffodils : When Bucky’s mental health starts to spiral out of control, and worsen beyond anything he’s experienced before he’s put on lock down in the compound for his safety and the safety of others. It’s then that he finds a familiar necklace that leads him to memories and a mysterious woman born of water who might hold the secret to his deteriorating mental health. (On-Going / 3)

4 What Have I Done : A bad break up between Bucky and his ex leads to a new friendship with the quiet tech he never had the chance to get to know. Relationships grow, feelings are caught, and boundaries are explored. Bucky thought he found his happy ending, but old memories haunt his future. He knows what he’s doing wrong, dangerous eve, but he can’t help it. Can he fix the wrongs he’s done? (On-Going / 4)

5 Rome, 3am : Before he was found in Bucharest, Bucky lived next door to you in Rome trying to evade remnants of Hydra. Every night at 3AM you find Bucky smoking his usual cigarettes and trying his best to flirt. However, as time goes on he becomes more careless about staying hidden. (On-Going / 4)

6 Pretend : There’s a person who won’t stop bugging me will you pretend to be my partner so that they’ll fuck off? (On-Going / 7)

7 Espresso : In which your best friend’s brother begins to set you up on dates when you mention that you haven’t been in a relationship in years, but things don’t go as expected. (On-Going / 7)

8 A Series Of Vignettes : A series of episodes and events in the reader’s and Bucky’s relationship. Big and small, sweet or angsty, these stories lay out the moments in time they carved out for themselves in the crazy world they live in. They all take place in the same universe, but do not need to be read in any particular order. (On-Going / 10)

9 Golden Hour : A series of moments when everything sparkles, shines and glitters, just like it’s gold. (On-Going / 10)

10 My Neighbor’s A Jerk : Modern-Day (AU) There’s this mutual feeling between you and your neighbor, called hate. And since your first meet you both commence that feeling with a burning passion. You don’t know the reason behind his hate and you know for damn sure that he will never tell you. But what happens on the first day of your job, when you find out that you even work together? Maybe you will learn to co-operate? (On-Going / 10)

11 Shadows : After spending a month imprisioned, you were finally rescued only to find out that you were apart of something much greater than you could ever imagine, in the worst way possible. (On-Going / 13)

12 Blue : James and Y/N take a road tip across the country to help Bucky’s recovery process. A question Y/N asks at the beginning of the trip sets Bucky searching his memories for an answer, one he finds he needs if he can move forward. (On-Going / 15)

13 The Things We’ve Done : All you wanted was simplicity. You had moved to Washington, DC for a better start - to get away from what you were, to get away from what you were expected to be. You never thought you’d meet the Captain America in a bar just three days after moving. You never thought there would be a dangerous person in your apartment just hours after meeting him. (On-Going / 15)

14 I’m No Hero : When Y/N is caught in the crossfire of a HYDRA raid gone wrong, the Avengers take her in until she heals. Bucky is fascinated with her, and helps her find the courage she’s had inside all along. Plus, you know, a lot of other stuff. (On-Going / 15)

15 Ready to Comply : The reader was taken as a teenager by HYDRA and turned into one of the most dangerous weapons ever created. On a routine mission to take out their remaining bases, the team stumble across the reader and Bucky finds himself face to face with a ghost from his past. (On-Going / 19)

00 Bittercoffee | Duck&cover

1 Let’s Play Pretend : Bucky agrees to be your fake boyfriend for your brother’s wedding to appease your family. There’s only one problem - you want him to be more than just a fake boyfriend. (Complete / 3)

2 Rescue me : A strange man had come out of nowhere and grabbed your arm. He told you to, “Play along,” as he hauled you along with him. Next thing you knew, he had opened a door and pushed you through it. Once you were inside, he had bent low and told you that he, “Wasn’t going to hurt to you, and will explain in a minute.” You had only caught a glimpse of him, but you were pretty sure you saw the light glint off a metal arm. (Complete / 3)

3 One’s Promised : Living a double life was not a choice when one was the daughter of Alexander Pierce. Y/N was the youngest agents of SHIELD and one of the most respected threats within Hydra’s empire. No matter her allegiance, she was feared by both. Y/N Pierce would’ve tried to escape it all… if it hadn’t been for The Winter Soldier. (Complete / 5)

4 Peach Scone : In where Bucky has it so bad for you, he cannot find the words to confess his feelings. After an entire year of failed attempts, plus a declaration of love for scones, he decides it’s about time the words come out of his mouth. Only Bucky knows himself and is certain it’s gonna be one hell of a challenge. (Complete / 6)

5 Mad For You : Nat hosts a costume masquerade. Bucky meets the Alice to his Hatter. Shenanigans ensue. (Complete / 6)

6 Movie Night : Being an assistant to Tony Stark, you never felt like you fit in… that is, until Bucky invites you to an Avengers movie night in the compound. (Complete / 7)

7 Help Us : Bucky is in the process of recovery when a new Avenger causes his world to come crashing down again. (Complete / 8)

8 Fallen : The same haunting dark figure, surrounded in crisp white have plagued you since early childhood. For a while the dreams have stopped until you move to New York and they come back full force. You get a once of a life time vacation to a remote place in Russia and jump at the chance.Then you come face to face with the man of childhood nightmares. (Complete / 10)

9 Another Winter Soldier : Y/N spends most of her life away from people. She has a secret to hide, and there are people who are looking for her. After an assassination that confuses the world, will she be able to escape from the Avengers? Or will she join them and try to clear her name? (Complete / 13)

10 Delta : Reader is a rare being in the a/b/o cycle and finds herself along side the Avengers. She manages to hide her true nature successfully until she catches the eye of a certain blue eyed super soldier. (Complete / 13)

11 The Subtle Redemption of Lance Tucker : Lance is a perfect fixture in your past. Suddenly, he’s roaring into focus as your younger sister’s National Coach. As warning signs scream around you, resistance is almost futile. But you’re an adult now. You’re stronger than the silly little kid you were before, right? Right? (Complete / 13)

12 Remedy : When a woman is found at an abandoned Hydra base, more dead than alive, Bucky takes it upon himself to help her in any and every way he can. He doesn’t have much of a choice, being the first to approach her without the intention of hurting her in a long time, she doesn’t trust anyone around but him. (Complete / 15)Z

13 Me, Her, and You : For the last sixl: months you’ve been living in New York with your ten old year old daughter. After one failed job after another, you’ve almost given up. Then someone extends a helping hand, next thing you know you’re living in the Stark tower as a live maid. As you begin to get close to Bucky the truth about your incredibly gifted daughter comes out. Will your past come back to haunt you? (Complete / 18)sz

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stunudo · 6 years

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Mangia

A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction

Featuring: BAU Team Setting: Season 13

Requested: @heyitskatrina

“just imagine these with the bau and the reader at rossi's ❝ and this is why i cook alone. ❞❝ so when do we get to drink the wine? ❞❝ don’t answer a question with a question! ❞ like as a platonic thingy (we need more tbh) bc pasta dad “

Prompt List

Your name: submit What is this?

The tingle in the back of his throat was starting to get ridiculous. It had been three days of discomfort and David Rossi didn’t get sick. The germs knew better than to try and mess with an Italian of his caliber. He took an Altoid out of his pocket and headed into the crime scene. The kid was already engaged with the crime scene techs, so Rossi did what he did best, consult with the lead detective.

By the second afternoon on the case, he was getting the chills left and right. What was this nonsense?! He added another layer beneath his dress shirt and blazer and continued to work the profile. By now, the team had finally caught on.

Emily had stayed behind at the precinct to approach him gently, “Rossi, you know, this being a local case, if you need a day to rest. You can take it, just say the word.”

Rossi side-eyed his chief, “Emily, I’m fine. Besides, if Gideon or I ever took a sick day this team wouldn’t be here.”

“Suit yourself,” Emily shook her head.

Dave Rossi sat silently in the passenger seat as Alvez drove them away from the arrest aftermath, in one of their standard SUVs. Luke sighed and Rossi rolled his eyes.

“Don’t kid.”

“What?” Alvez chuckled.

“Don’t offer to drive me home, I’m not your prom date.” Just then a deep chest cough took over Rossi’s body. After a minute longer than he liked to acknowledge, he gave Luke’s smug face a formidable glare.

“You need some water?”

“Drop me off here, I’ll walk.” Rossi muttered.

Eventually they pulled into the parking garage at headquarters, Rossi left Luke to sort through signing in the vehicle. The older agent walked calmly to his office, muffling a few more coughing fits before grabbing his briefcase and overcoat. He was done with all the patronizing glances, when did they all become such mother hens?

There was a gorgeous, yet massive Cadillac convertible was parked in his circular drive way when he pulled in. The team’s overstepping knew no bounds, apparently. Stepping into his grand foyer, David Rossi smelled something spices and heard excited voices from the kitchen.

Branding one of his many aprons, stood Penelope Garcia, hair back and sleeves rolled back as she stirred something comforting and faint on the range. “Penelope, why is Esther in my spot?” David chided, his voice hoarse.

“Rossi, how are you?” Penelope gushed as Hayden approached him, expertly feeling his forehead.

“Don’t answer a question with a question,” Rossi put up with the mothering from his ex-wife, but he didn’t need to be cooked for. That was what he did to relax. “Garcia, why are you here?”

“Because I called her, dear” Hayden cooed, her deep voice soothing his sore ears. “I have to head to the airport, and as I recall, you don’t know how to take care of yourself when you are sick.”

“Because I don’t get sick.” Rossi argued. “Do you need a ride? I had to park on the circle.”

“I have a car coming,” Hayden admitted, “Go get comfortable, David, let Penelope work.” She held his hand firmly as there came a knock at the door. “Thanks again, Penelope!” Hayden called as Rossi showed her to the door. She kissed him gently on his flushed forehead, avoiding his obvious germs.

Rossi sauntered back to the kitchen, watching the blonde spin around his sacred space, suspiciously.

“Sir?” Penelope stated firmly, “Go shower, get the last case off you. The soup will be here when you get back.”

“Garcia, if you dull my knives or lose a ladle,” Rossi began.

“Hush, I will ask before I put anything back.” Garcia shook a wooden spoon at the older man. “Go, let me work.”

Rossi didn’t have the energy to forcibly remove the tech analyst from his home. A shower sounded perfect, it wasn’t the end of the world if he took her advice.

The steam from the shower helped calm his throat, he felt refreshed as he dressed in jeans and an old sweater. He slapped on his aftershave and ambled down his spiraling staircase. There were voices and laughter reverberating from the dinning room, a string of Italian curses muttered beneath his breath. Preparing for the worst, Rossi takes a deep breath and pushes through the heavy eight foot doors.

“Oh, there he is!” Simmons calls from his seat beside Lewis. Rossi takes in the entire BAU team gathered around his banquet sized table. The smiling faces, the easy banter, all enough to warm his extremely healthy ticker. At the head of the table was a large bowl of steaming broth, with a large glass of water beside a small glass of an amber liquid. A fresh loaf of bread lay on a cutting board beside his napkin, Garcia proudly held out his chair for him.

The moment he was seated Emily let out a long sigh, “So when do we get to drink the wine?”

Alvez whipped a hunk of bread crust at the Unit Chief, “Geez, Prentiss, antsy much?”

“Hey, I think we were all just waiting for the okay from our host.” Lewis shrugged.

“Oh you mean, me?” Rossi teased, slowly taking a long pull from his soup. “Because its not like any of you were invited tonight.”

“Uh, actually. I was following orders.” Garcia muttered, looking away from Emily.

“We were invited,” Spencer countered and quickly stopped with the look on Rossi’s face. “But that wouldn’t count, because...”

“I brought fruit salad, enough to last you a week of breakfasts!” Y/N offered, hoping to appease the grouchy senior agent.

“Hey, I brought my mother’s kimchi, that stuff’ll clear your sinuses right up.” Simmons added.

“And I brought my self,” Tara said into her glass of wine, that JJ had slyly began pouring.

“Salute, to Rossi’s health,” Alvez began, but stuttered when Rossi set his napkin down and stood.

“As you are all in my house, I get to make the toasts.” Rossi stuck his tongue in his cheek, forcing the agents to pause with apprehension. “To the most loyal, pain-in-the-ass, generous team an old Marine could ask for.” He raised his glass, “Salute!”

The chorus of reciprocation broke the tension in the room followed by laughter and clinking glasses. The night continued on, quietly after ten, Rossi bowed out from the festivities and got to bed in order to get his genius-mandated rest. Slowly JJ and Simmons headed home to be with their spouses, leaving Garcia, Y/L/N, Alvez, Lewis, Prentiss and Reid to clean up. As Garcia cooked, she decided she should supervise. She hiked her feet on to one of the bar stools and polished off the collective eighth bottle of wine for the evening.

“I don’t know what half of these utensils even are!” Y/N explained as they carefully put each ladle and knife in its proper place. Somehow Garcia had talked Alvez into giving her and Emily massages, leaving Lewis and Reid to escort Y/N home, as they had a bottle and a half themselves.

At precisely 6:30 the next morning Rossi strolled downstairs for his daily cup of coffee, only to find Prentiss, Garcia and Alvez all asleep in the den, fully clothed and huddled beneath an old quilt.

“And this is why I cook alone.” Rossi muttered, adding another blanket to the snoring trio.

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bitsfordays · 7 years

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Work Visits

Another part to my nurseydex children series! Ive offically deemed this Au “Things That Stop You Dreaming” and it can be found on AO3 under that title!

Enjoy Addy being cute af, plus an introduction to Bella!

(pst, i posted this in two parts on AO3 but yall will get it all in one bc im lazy)

“Daddy, are we there?”

Derek sighed and looked at his daughter for probably the seventh time in the last 10 minutes he's been driving. This was the seventh time she asked.

“Addison, I know you have the route to the rink memorized, so I know that you know that we are literally in the arena parking lot. You don't have to antagonize me.”

Addison gave what could only be described as a shit-eating grin from her spot in the back seat. She swung her legs happily. “I know Daddy, but Papa says that I should mess with you more often. He says its funny”

Derek was going to kill his husband.

He pulled into one of the parking spots reserved for players families and shut off the car. He turned around so he could make proper eye contact with his daughter.

“Okay Addison, Papa is playing against Uncle Jack tonight. Uncle Bitty was in town already for his book tour and so he brought Bella with him and we’ll be sitting with them in the family section. Do you remember the rules for when Uncle Jack plays against Papa?”

“Boo when Papa gets checked but don't cheer if someone on Uncle Jacks team gets checked, unless it's by Papa.” Addison explained neatly.

“Anything else?”Derek prompted.

“Don't curse?”

Derek couldn't help but laugh. Addison had learned her fair share of curse words, despite only being 6 years old. It's what happened when a child had an uncle whose name was literally Shitty.

“Not quite, lovely but that's a good one. I was actually going for ‘don't heckle Uncle Jack.’ He needs to stay concentrated on the game ”

“Oh.” Addison shrugged her little shoulders. “I can do that. Can we go inside now?”

Derek laughed. “Yes, Addy. We can.”

They got out of the car and made their way inside, not even bothering to wave their passes at the security guards, who they knew by name and had for years now. They went to their seats in the family section, directly behind the glass and found their family already there.

“Bella!” Addison tore her hand from Derek's and ran to greet her best friend/pseudo-cousin. They hugged tightly in the way that only young kids could.

Bella was a year older than Addison but that didn't stop them from being as thick as thieves. They lived three hours apart so they didn't see each other often but they adored each other just the same. Bella was more soft spoken than Addison was,

“Nursey!” Bitty grinned and pulled Derek into a tight hug.

“Hey Bits.” Derek laughed and hugged the other man back, just as tight. “How was the book tour?”

“Oh, you would not believe...”Bitty launched into a story about his time touring for his newest cookbook and Derek let his thoughts drift as Bitty rambled on.

“Oh, there they are!” Bella interrupted her father, pointing down at the ice as the players skated on for warm ups.

Jack and Will were both easy to spot. Even from under his helmet, Will’s ginger hair was easy to spot, just as Jacks distinctive blue eyes were easy to spot behind his face guard.

“Papa!” Addison jumped up and down in front of the glass and waved her arms furiously. “Papa! Papa, over here!”

Derek could see Will’s grin from the other side of the ice. Will waved at his daughter, who waved back energetically. Derek could see Jack’s shoulders shake as he laughed and saw Jacks mouth move in some chirp. Will grinned and said something back before they skated their separate ways to warm up with their teams.

Addison kept waving her arms, trying to catch her father's attention again until Derek had to put a stop to it. “Add,let Papa warm up in peace. You dont want to throw him off his game, do you?”

“Its preseason, Daddy, it doesn't effect the season.” Addison responded, not looking away from the ice. Bitty chuckled from his seat.

“Addison. Leave him be until after the game, okay? Then you can harass him as much as you want.”

“Fiiiiiineeeee.” Addison backed away from the glass and sat down between Derek and Bella with a pout but Derek couldn't help but chuckle. There were times where he wanted to do the same thing.

Addison kept pouting and Derek took pity on her. “Hey Addy, how about you tell Uncle Bitty how your skating classes have been going? Im sure he would love to hear about them.”

Addison perked up immediately and Derek smiled.

This was going to be a good evening.

Rangers beat the Falconers 4-3, with Dex getting the game winning goal at the end of the 3rd period. Jack clapped Will on the shoulder during the handshaking and from the stands, Derek could see him say something and Will laughed before they both went on to shake more hands.

They met Dex outside of the Rangers locker room. He was sweaty and gross but he still beamed when he saw his husband and daughter. It made Dereks heart do flips, the same way it did when they met in college.

“Papa!” Addison tore her hand from Dereks and did a flying leap towards her father. Will dropped his hockey bag to open his arms as his daughter slammed into his chest. “Hi Papa! You played really good tonight!”

“Thanks baby.” Will hugged her tightly. “Did you enjoy watching the game with Uncle Bitty and Bella?”

“Yeah! Did you know Bella is taking figure skating classes? Im gonna have her show me all the stuff shes learning there and Ill teach her everything Im learning in my hockey skating class!”

“Thats wonderful, Addy-Girl.” Will smiled. He set her down and looked over at Derek. “Hey babe. Did you enjoy the game?”

“You know I did.” Derek smiled and kissed Will on the cheek. “Nice check on Jack during the 2nd. Had him rattled for a second there.”

Will shrugged. “He got me back in the 3rd, twice as hard. I felt my brain rattle.”

Derek frowned. “How's your head?”

“It's fine, Der. They got me all checked out and I'm fine.”

“Good. I like you better with your brain intact.”

“Same.”

“Quit being gross!” Addison jabbed Will in the leg to get his attention.

“Ow, Addison. That's not how you get people's attention.” Will chided.

“Sorry. Can we go see Uncle Jack and Bitty and Bella now?” Addison said.

“Sure. Lead the way.” Derek said.

Addison lead them around to the visitors lockers, just in time to run into Jack, Bitty and Bella, who was currently asleep on Jacks back.

“Nice game, Cap.” Derek said with a smirk.

Jack sighed. “I havent been your captain in over a decade, Nurse. Please stop.”

“Ah, but you were the best one Ive ever had. Sorry Bits.”

Bitty and Jack both rolled their eyes.

“We would love to stay and chat with you two but we gotta get headed towards the airport.” Bitty said. “Especially since Bells already asleep. Shes been up since 6am with me and is just bone tired.”

“Okay Bits. We’ll see you in a few weeks for the Falconers home opener. Wanna get dinner before hand, while our husbands do their thing?”

“Sure. We’ll see you then. Have a safe flight you three.”

“See yall later!”

The Zimmermann-Bittles walked away, leaving the Poindexter-Nurses on their own. Addison tugged on Dereks hand. “Are we gonna go home now?”

Will grabbed Addison's free hand and smiled. “Yes, Addy-Girl. Home for now.”

“Okay.” Addison gave a tired smile. “It was a good game, Papa.”

“Thanks baby.”

Together, the three of them left the area at the end of another good day.

Derek Poindexter-Nurse hates writing. Its difficult, its time consuming and tedious to do. He hates writing with an undeniable, fiery passion.

Which is why he does it for a living. Obviously.

When it comes to writing, Derek’s been lucky. Hot got published only a few years after college and he quickly made it onto the bestseller list. He has hordes of teenage fans who would probably commit many crimes if he asked them to, all of them clamoring for another installment, another book, another bonus story, another anything. He could give them a five hundred word shit stain and most of them would probably be content. Literally anything.

Which is of course, how Derek found himself holding down the ‘H’ key for ten minutes, thumping his head continuously on his desk, as if that will make the ideas come faster. Usually when Derek gets into a slump like this, he just goes and talks to Will but its early May and the Stanley Cup playoffs are looming in front of the Rangers, so Will’s at practice and will be for another four hours, meaning that Derek is stuck stewing in his own mind indefinitely.

Indefinitely doesnt last for long. Dereks stewing is interrupted by a knock on his study door and it being pushed open to reveal Addison in all of her 13 year old glory.

“Are you okay Dad?” Addison said, looking at her father with a mixture of concern and vague disgust.

“No.” Derek sighed. He thumped his head aginst the wood again.

“Um..” Addison walkedd ina nd leaned against the desk where Derkes head currently was. “Maybe stop hitting your head against the desk? I dont think getting a concussion would be very good for you. Besides, Papa’s gotten enough for the both of you.”

Derek leveled a glare at his daughter but he lifted his head off the desk and sat up. He rubbed the red mark on his forehead. “Ive gotten my fair share of concussions too, ya know. I did play hockey for a lot time.”

“I know, I know, all im saying is that Papa had a concussion like, a month ago. “ Addison shrugged. “So his might be a little more relevant.”

It was true. Will had gotten a harsh check and was out of the game for a while because of it. It was rough on all three of them, just as it always was whenever Will got hurt during games. It always made Derek worry, usually about how much longer Will could play in the NHL or if they should continue letting Addison play in her junior league. It sent his head in swirls and him and Bitty and Caitlin have spent hours talking about the stress of being married to three of the top players in the NHL. And Derek knew that their children have had similar conversations about being the children of NHL stars.

“Dad? Hello?” Addison waved her hand in front of Derek's face to get his attention. “You still with me or did you actually give yourself self a concussion? Do I need to drive you to the hospital?”

“You can't drive yet, Addison. You're 13.”

“I know but I figured that if you had a concussion you would let me try anyways.” Addison grinned.

“And that's where you're wrong.”

“Worth a shot. So what's wrong?”

Derek let out a long sigh. “Writing is hard, Addy. Don't do it. It isn't a viable career. “

“I mean, it wasnt on my list. I was more thinking hockey.”

“Huh?” Derek stared at his daughter and his heart thumped extra hard. “Really?”

“Well, yeah.” Addison shrugged. “Its what makes sense and I like it a lot. Is there…..something wrong with that?”

Derek let out a breath. The idea of his daughter, his pride and joy, one of the two most important people in his life, playing a dangerous game that both him and his husband loved made him feel nauseous. He knew first hand how dangerous the game was and while he knew that Addison took after her fathers in her love for the game, part of Derek wished that she didnt.

“Just..be careful.” Derek said carefully. He didnt want to admit to her how much it scared him. “You have time to decide. Most kids your age have no idea what they want to do. But, me and Papa will support you no matter what, okay?”

“Okay Daddy.” Addison leaned over and hugged him tightly. Derek hugged her back, putting all of his concerns and hopes into that hug.

“So, how can I help you get past your writing block right now?” Addison asked, pulling away from the hug.

Derek glanced at his laptop, which was just showing a word document full with the letter “H”. An idea tickled at the back of his brain. Something about an over-do meeting between a main character and their parent. A nice conversation about fears. Derek grinned

“You've already have.”

#nurseydex #zimbits #future fic #kid fic #AU:Things That Stop You Dreaming #my writing #hockey screams

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chickenfetus · 7 years

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ALL!!!! (also the gemini sqUAD LOL)

im gonna enjoy a nice cup of water while doing this bc idk a tea (update i didnt drink water at all and now im dying of thirst,, also undercut bc many)

1: Golden mornings or peachy sunsets?

i dont wake up early enough to see the sunrise and when i do i never manage to take pics bc of school so peachy sunsets

2: Sugar cones or waffle cones?

idk what a sugar cone is but i like waffle cones!!! havent eaten ice cream with a cone in forever though,, i rarely eat ice cream now

3: Do you wear scarves often? do you have a favorite?

listen…. its about 33 degrees everyday but even if im in a colder country i dont wear scarves

4: How long do you lay in bed before you finally get up?

this depends?? on how motivated im feeling lmao never more than 10 minutes though because if i lay awake for that long ill just fall back asleep

5: Is there a food you’ve never had but always wanted to try?

i dont think so?? im bad at trying new things especially food

6: What does your umbrella look like?

i dont.. go outside often and whenever i do i take public transport so basically everythings sheltered so i never had a need for umbrellas

7: Do you listen to ASMR?

ive only listened to one everybody please listen to this gift

8: Rain storms or a light drizzle?

both, preferably when im indoors

9: What’s a little thing in life that you love?

hm??????????? my tags lmao

UPDATE: i also really like reading other people’s tags and their rambles that is all

10: Favorite color aesthetic?

does the word aesthetic make this question any different from a normal favourite colour question???? if it doesnt then sky blue

11: Wobbly lines or using a ruler?

in this house we draw lines with no ruler like men (but also because even if i did use a ruler it wouldnt be like… straight idk i cant use rulers

12: Bright colorful living room or neutral cozy living room?

neutral cozy living room but i also love basking in sunlight

13: Do you have any candles? what scents are they?

im not a big fan of heavy smelling products so i dont own any candles

14: Have you ever rode a horse?

i dont think so??????? ive seen horses before though

15: Do you have glasses?

without my glasses i wouldnt be able to read these questions lmao and . .. theyre also a result of watching pokemon too closely to the tv at a young age… its been like 10 years since i got glasses

16: What’s a language you’d like to speak?

japanese i tried speaking it but i got 2 embarrassed to say anything properly while i was in japan (i cant even speak english properly to a friend whyd i think i could speak another language to a stranger beats me)

17: What’s your favorite season and favorite month in that season?

my singaporean no season ass: ? but autumn and november (is this cutting it too close to winter? idk my seasons)

18: Do you have a favorite pair of socks?

hm not really i just wear blue ankle socks a lot but my friend did give me a pair of pokemon and gudetama socks before and i adore those although i lost the gudetama ones in the uk last year she got me another pair whatd i do to deserve her?

19: Favorite Ghibli and/or disney movie

m .. um? big. hero 6??????

20: Disney, Dreamworks, or Pixar?

my dumb ass didnt know they were different

21: What snacks do you usually get at the theater?

i rarely go and watch movies anymore but when i did watch a lot of movies with my friend at the theater we’d get afternoon shows and sneak mcdonalds in lmao

22: What’s an underrated video game/ movie/ show you love and think it needs more recognition?

how about band? day6 i only ever play pokemon + sif + bandori so i cant say much and i rarely watch movies and a show? if its an anime id say the one i mentioned before in my one text post

23: Would you fill your house with plants if you had a green thumb?

not really rip

24; All plants are great but do you have a favorite?

HM mmmmmm there was this one but i forgot the name lmao pass

25: Do you have a favorite type of art style? (eg: soft looking, no to little color, sketches, crisp and clean, minimalist, pixel art etc.)

when im the … audience? what do u call it???? i like seeing all kinda of art styles!!! everyone has their own unique art style and i love it all :o

for ME,, , ive been doing art for 6 years maybe and i still cant do shit

26: What would you do if someone gave you flowers?

i would die straight up die thats such a soft concept i cant imagine myself receiving flowers thats 2 sweet oh my god wtf id combust??? i prefer leaves though is that weird i picked some nice leaves recently and im gonna give those to my friends

27: Do you like nicknames?

giving and having nicknames is my favorite past time

28: Do you still watch shows you watched when you were a kid? even from time to time?

pokemon lmao thank u 4 not ending it…. the animation has only improved and im so proud to have been watching it since the start pokemon is my special thing i love it so much!! an interest that never died down, with an anime that stays super like idk to my preference? i tried watching the new digimon stuff but i just couldnt :^( im glad they made ash stay the main character

29: Do you still like old memes? (tell the truth)

never forget dat boi

30: Favorite Halloween costume you dressed up as? (if you don’t celebrate halloween have you ever cosplayed or would you like to? who did you cosplay as?)

we dont celebrate halloween and i would never cosplay, big shoutout to cosplayers though!!! they put in so much effort and just, respect!!!!!

i dont know if this is an actual memory because i dont remember well but when i was younger i thiNK? i had to dress up as a swan thing i have no clue i dont even remember the performance but i might have had to ?? and dance??? or act i dont remember everythings fuzzy but i dressed up a swan once? in kindergarten ?????

31: Are you a fashionable person?

i have the worst fashion sense and even though jeans are nice once again the weather here doesnt allow me to be as fashionable as i can be

32: Do you like watching holiday movies?

not realyyy??? the jack frost (rip) movie was ncie????

33: Cookies or brownies?

i live 4 chocolate chip cookies but too much is . . not preferable

34: Do you blow in the cold air just to see your breath?

no i hate breathing in & out from my mouth

35: Do you find the crickets chirping outside your window relaxing?

WELL from the great cockroach ordeal last night id probably die bc we live in an apartment building so the only way id be hearing crickets would be if they were in the ROOM

36: Do you like cobblestone streets?

my only knowledge of cobblestone is from minecraft so idk

37: How often do you doodle?

when school was still relevant i would doodle as soon as i picked up a pencil lmao i try not to anymore bc i doodled on my math assignment and forgot to fucking erase it and my math teacher called me out

38: When was the last time you blew bubbles?

a year ago?? i dont remember but i do remember when i was younger id try and blow bubbles at the void deck do yall kno what that is its just a space near the lift lobby anyway i swallowed the soap thing idk u know how ur supposed to blow? well i sucked the soap in yum

39: What’s your favorite random piece of decor in your house and room?

in my room its the bed and in the house its the water bottle that contains water

40: Do you bite your fingernails off or clip them more often?

i………………………… i dont actualy kno how to clip my nails and my mum would kill me if i tried but i dont bite my nails either

41: Any birthmarks?

not that i know of

42: Thoughts on freckles?

ive never actually seen someone with freckles in public before but theyre good stuff i gueess?? i dont actually have an opinion on them? everyone says theyre cute and all but im just ??? not that i hate freckles tho if u have freckles? thats cool!

43: First video game you ever played?

pokemon pearl?? either that or megaman on my ps3 OR the bomb square guy????? idk the game name but.. ya

44: what type of bird do you hear most often outside your door?

i dont know what the bird species are but theyre small black birds not crows idk

45: Do you use gifs/ memes a lot when replying to people?

memes yes gifs no bc im not lame like jen

46: Thoughts on spring?

no comment?? i mean? its nice??????? i guess ??? if we had a spring

47: Ideal temperature outside?

oh boy 20 degrees would be enough for me but its never gotten that low before sunny island’s life

48: Cloudy, partly cloudy, or clear skies?

i like clear skies when its bright! but not too sunny and not too warm!!!!! clouds are nice to look at too though

49: How often do you hear airplanes outside?

yeah we live near an airport i dont think anybody uses????

50: Do you enjoy windy days?

windy days are my SHIT back in school our basketball court was open spaced and whenevr wind blew we could feel it man thats the life right there but i hate windy days when im sitting at home bc it flows the curtains rigth into my face i like the feel of the wind and the smell of fresh air but… curtains in my face? not 2 great so rip i close all the windows lmao

okay thank u so much 4 asking falen i love you and wow this was a lot

#im laughing icb i asked u to ask me thank u for asking #ur a good pal #softshouyous #asks

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howellpov · 7 years

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do all the get to know me questions you haven't yet have fun :-))

I hate you right now 2. How old are you?16 3. When is your birthday?November 16th 4. What is your zodiac sign?Scorpio 5. What is your favorite color?Dark grey or Dark wine red 6. What’s your lucky number?12 8. Where are you from?British Columbia, Canada! 9. How tall are you?5'9 10. What shoe size are you?10-11 depending on brand 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?like 3-4 12. What was your last dream about?Go karting 13. What talents do you have?I can sing, play guitar, play ukulele, play bass guitar, play saxophone, play some piano, draw, do makeup p well 14. Are you psychic in any way?I don't think so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  15. Favorite song?Right now it's Advice by Jesse Ruben 16. Favorite movie?Deepwater Horizon 17. Who would be your ideal partner?@danmoth 18. Do you want children?maybe idk children piss me off 90% of the time 19. Do you want a church wedding?no 20. Are you religious?no 21. Have you ever been to the hospital?yeah, I had to get an X-ray a few years ago because we were worried I'd broken a few fingers in a roller derby accident. luckily it was just a really bad sprain that had me in a tensor for a few weeks 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?no although I've done things worthy of legal trouble lmao  23. Have you ever met any celebrities?I've met Jesse Ruben and i think someone else that I'm forgetting?? 24. Baths or showers?Depends on my mood, usually showers 25. What color socks are you wearing?I am in bed my feet are naked  27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?Honestly like?? yeah? 28. What type of music do you like?pop, musical theatre, 90's punk rock, indie 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?negative 31. What position do you usually sleep in?On my side or the stereotypical girl position on stomach with one leg kinda up  32. How big is your house?I think it's over 1500sqft 33. What do you typically have for breakfast?I don't 34. Have you ever fired a gun?yes and it was so fun omg 35. Have you ever tried archery?yes I was horrible omg 36. Favorite clean word?Moreover  37. Favorite swear word?whilst technically a string of words 'vapid fucking whore' is a fav 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?3 days  39. Do you have any scars?A decent amount yes  40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?yeah I'm pretty sure?? 41. Are you a good liar?I can be when I need to be  42. Are you a good judge of character?I'd like to think I am 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?I can do a bit of a British accent and a bit of a french accent  44. Do you have a strong accent?I don't think so but I'm sure some people would disagree  45. What is your favorite accent?RUSSIAN OMGG 46. What is your personality type?INTP-T 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?Either my $45 panic merch from the 2016 summer tour or one of my pairs of jeans I forget how expensive they were 48. Can you curl your tongue?Depends like I can't twist it but I can make a 'u' and sometimes a 'w' 49. Are you an innie or an outie?Innie 50. Left or right handed?Right 51. Are you scared of spiders?Yep 52. Favorite food?Cottage cheese or feta cheese 53. Favorite foreign food?Schnitzel  54. Are you a clean or messy person?I can be clean when I want/need by I'm generally messy bc depression 56. Most used word?fuck 57. How long does it take for you to get ready?anywhere from under 10 minutes to over an hour depending on what I'm doing 58. Do you have much of an ego?I mean, a little bit but most of the time I hate myself 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?depends on the kind 60. Do you talk to yourself?sometimes to remind myself what I'm doing lol 61. Do you sing to yourself?any time I'm alone pretty much 62. Are you a good singer?I don't think so but my producer does ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  63. Biggest Fear?existential meaninglessness 64. Are you a gossip?you bet 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?Dunkirk was amazing 66. Do you like long or short hair?On myself I prefer it short/medium but on other people idc  68. Favorite school subject?English 69. Extrovert or Introvert?Introvert 70. Have you ever been scuba diving?Once, while I was in Mexico  71. What makes you nervous?Crowds, tight deadlines, tests, friends being distant, plans being disorganized, plans changing last minute, parked cars while it's dark out, plane landings, loud men, big red ford trucks and teal 54 meteors 72. Are you scared of the dark?Outside yes, inside no 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?depends on the person and the mistake 74. Are you ticklish?you bet 75. Have you ever started a rumor?probably tbh 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?probably at some point?? 77. Have you ever drank underage?literally a few days ago ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  78. Have you ever done drugs?literally a few days ago I was drunk and high uhh  79. Who was your first real crush?I had a crush on a boy in kindergarten and I had a crush on him until like 3rd grade bc in kindergarten our class went to the pumpkin patch and I was sad bc I didn't get a big pumpkin and he gave me his large one and found the tiniest one he could for himself  80. How many piercings do you have?2, I have snakebites 81. Can you roll your Rs?henlo I am fluent in french 82. How fast can you type?very, not sure exactly wpm 83. How fast can you run?now very, except in short sprints I'm pretty fast 84. What color is your hair?purple 85. What color is your eyes?blue 86. What are you allergic to?grass & hay 87. Do you keep a journal?I'm supposed to but I don't ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  88. What do your parents do?My mom is a self employed accountant, my dad is a foreman at an oil company, my step dad is either a parts manager or a sales manager at a car dealership, my step mom is a hospital unit clerk, (and while technically not parents of mine yet) my step dads gf is a bookkeeper and my moms bf works security at an airport and is a producer for myself and a few other artists as well as producing and selling his own music!! 89. Do you like your age?this is one of the worst times in my life due to my declining mental health so No 90. What makes you angry?so many. so many.  92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?I definitely have even tho I don't really want kids, I really like Micah, Skylar (alternatively spelt Schuyler) and Aylin 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?I've always handled girls better when it comes to babysitting and stuff sooo 94. What are you strengths? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ no results returned 95. What are your weaknesses?all the things - I'm depressed n have anxiety and I'm nervous and I spook easily and I have no self confidence or motivation and I cry a lot 96. How did you get your name?my parents really liked Shelby Cobra's so I was named after the Shelby Cobra/Carol Shelby 97. Were your ancestors royalty?uhm i fucking hope 99. Color of your bedspread? My sheet is black, my pillows are purple and blue, my blankets are whatever works with the temp that day. I want a black and white and gold theme tho

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cosmicats · 7 years

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Answer all the questions

1: Is there a boy/girl in your life? yessss2: Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them? idk sure3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17. The girls ran up to her, and Demeter followed; but as she crossed the threshold, she seemed taller to look at, and full of majesty, and Metaneira rose from her couch, and bade her to be seated.4: What’s something you really want right now? a reallyyy ybig hug from my girlfriend 5: Are you afraid of falling in love? slightly. i fell really really hard really quickly but it was mutual so it turned out perfectly.6: How can I win your heart? If you can be silly and make me laugh tbh 7: Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else? Unsure, but i do know we’ve slept on the ground /next/ to a couch lmao8: What’s the background on your cell? my gorgeous baby and I9: Name the last four beds you were sat on? mine, my hotel bed, my brother’s hotel bed, my baby’s bed.10: Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it? I know she does.11: Honestly, are things going the way you planned? I dunno, I never really had a plan to begin with so w/e, things are going great. (am learning to plan for the future tho.)12: Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts? lmao the iowa state police13: Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler? A Rottie 14: Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? emotional def15: Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum? zoo! i love animals16: Are you tired? always17: How long have you known your 1st phone contact? SInce 8th grade18: If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be? I wouldn’t. 19: Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes? helllll fucking no. fuck that. 20: When did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with? like two minutes ago21: If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today? Yes. (but i do have the right person)22: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? A million times23: When was the last time you were disappointed? today when the pizza at the airport wasn’t v good :(24: Is there a certain quote you live by? You can do anything you set your mind to. No limits.25: What’s on your mind? my babyyyyy as alwayssss26: Do you have any tattoos? not yet but I will very soon27: What is your favorite color? It always changes tbh depending on the day. rn it’s the the sky on my flight today28: Next time you will kiss someone on the lips? tomorrow29: Who are you texting? my girl 30: Are you superstitious about anything? super about jinxing31: Have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right? YA WENT SHOOTING W MY FAMILY LAST YEAR AND IT WAS MY TURN TO GO AND IT WAS MY GREAT GRANDPA’S REVOLVER AND I HAD A BAD FEELING AND SO I PASSED AND THEN IT LIKE, EXPLODED ON MY DAD SO.

32: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to? I have a whole group chat of guys i can talk to33: Do you think anyone has feelings for you? lmao ya my girlfriend34: Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes? Jalyn35: What was the reason for your last breakup? lmao. too many to count. essentially though, it was very one sided36: Were you single on Valentines Day? no but it sure felt like it.37: Name one physical feature that you like about yourself, and one you dislike. my hair, the rest of me 38: What do your friends call you? gay39: Has anyone upset you in the last week? probably40: Have you ever cried over a text? yeah41: Where’s your last bruise located? my stomach42: What is it from? lmao my girlfriend (not hitting..)43: Last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad? usually anytime im at my house44: Who was the last person you were on the phone with? my babyyy45: Do you have a favourite pair of shoes? not really idk 46: Do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day? i always wear hats tbh. idk, safety thing47: Would you ever go bald if it was the style? no i dont really follow trends? idk48: Do you make supper for your family? sometimes49: What’s the toughest decision you made this year? ughhhhh too many. maybe picking what college to go to50: Top 3 web-pages? maaan i dunno51: Do you know anyone who hates shopping? me52: Does anything on your body hurt? my heart bc it’s been like five days since ive seen my baby..53: Are goodbyes hard for you? i always cry. 54: What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself? coffee55: How is your hair? dead, but colorful56: What do you usually do first in the morning? text my gf57: Do you think two people can last forever? yes yes58: Think back to January 2007, were you single? lmao yeah59: Green or purple grapes? either or60: When’s the next time you will give someone a BIG hug? tomorrow61: Do you wish you were somewhere else right now? yessss62: What did your father teach you? how not to do things63: Where will you be 5 hours from now? asleep64: What were you doing at 8 this morning. packing65: This time last year, can you remember who you liked? yeaaaah66: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile? yes!67: Did you kiss or hug anyone today? i hugged my brother68: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? i wish i was home with jalyn69: Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? 3 years, yeah70: How many windows are open on your computer? two lmao71: If you won 100 million dollars, what would you buy first? ... savings bonds.. or a lifetime supply of mac for my baby72: What is your ringtone? parks and rec theme73: How old will you be in 5 months? still 18 lmao. almost 19 tho74: Where is your Mum right now? bed75: Why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love? because i learned i deserved more76: Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? no sadly77: Are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago? some78: Do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7? yeah lmao79: Is there anyone you know with the name Mike? yeah.80: Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms? yesss81: How many people have you liked in the past three months? 182: Has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days? no not three days. ive been 900 miles away ugh83: Will you talk to the person you like tonight? yes84: You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with? no one bc i wouldnt do that85: If your BF/GF was into drugs would you care? yeah, i want her safe yaknow.86: What was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie? THE SEATS WERE LEATHER RECLINERS AND YOU PRESSED A BUTTONON THE SEAT AND A WAITER CAME AND TOOK YOUR ORDER AND BROUGHT YOU FOOD, MY BROTHER GOT A BURGER DUDE87: Who was your last received call from? the most beautiful girl lemme tell you88: If someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you? maaaan tbh when i was little i put caterpillers in fire ant hills and watched them get eaten alive so yeah probably as awful as that is89: What is something you wish you had more of? time with my girl..90: Have you ever trusted someone too much? yes.91: Do you sleep with your window open? when it’s nice92: Do you get along with girls? i guess i dunno93: Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? nope. cleared that up a bit ago. went shitty tho94: Does sex mean love? sex means different things for everyone, and that’s okay. For me, yes. I would only have sex with someone that i really loved95: You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem? hell no. more like a dream come true96: Have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring? nope97: Did you sleep alone this week? some days98: Everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you? yesss99: Do you believe in love at first sight? I dunno. Sure. maybe not for me, but if it works for other people, I’m glad theyve found love100: Who was the last person that you pinky promise? probably my baby

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Edinburgh, Scotland

Before leaving for Edinburgh Thursday (5/4), there are a couple things worth mentioning. Sophie and I were feeling sad about the semester ending so soon, that we decided after class to get a drink. We ended up sitting on the rooftop of la Rinascente, which is the major department store here, and having a glass of wine. I’ve been wanting to go up there all semester, it has the best view of the city! We felt very classy and it was such a beautiful day. Also, the Wednesday night before going to Edinburgh, my roommates and I went to this restaurant called 13 Gobbi, where we had LIFE ALTERING rigatoni. It was sooo cheesy and honestly one of my favorite meals in Italy. Anyway, Autumn and I headed to Edinburgh late afternoon on Thursday. We got there really late, and once we took the bus to the center, took an Uber to our Airbnb. The keys for the Airbnb were supposed to be in a lock box attached to the metal gate surrounding the recycling area. The issue was there were like 10 recycling areas!!! We ended up finding it after at least 20 minutes, but that was very frustrating. After that, we decided to go out, even thought it was really late, because it was our first night! We actually met up with two Irish guys that I met when I was in Dublin! They were the guys I met who performed at a bar in Dublin, if you keep up with my posts. They were so much fun, and we even went to a music bar where they played a little bit. It was a very low key night, but we ended up not getting home until very late because we didn’t even get anywhere until almost midnight. The next day, we still woke up fairly early, and we headed up the hill to Edinburgh Castle (after I got Starbucks bc don’t have it in Italy I need my fix). I was so glad we paid to go in, even though it was expensive, because there were multiple museums, an old war prison, the royal crown, and a memorial dedicated to all those who lost their lives to war from Scotland. AND there was a dog cemetery for all of the Queen’s dogs. We spent a couple hours at the castle, and then headed back down to the city center. We grabbed lunch at this really cute little cafe style place that had all different kinds of teas and sandwiches. After that, we went inside the main cathedral, but honestly at this point I’ve been in so many churches around Europe, that only a few really impress me. It was beautiful, nonetheless. We did a walking tour of the city, as always, and learned some cool things/went to some cool places! First of all, did you know that the unicorn in chains is Scotland’s national animal? Apparently, it shows Scotland’s strength because unicorns are mythical so must be REALLY hard to catch, right? The unicorn being in chains shows that Scotland is so strong that they could catch a creature that doesn’t even actually exist. Funny. One of the places the tour guide took us was to a famous cemetery that was really pretty. It’s actually where JK Rowling got the inspiration for some of the names in Harry Potter!! There is actually a Tom Riddle gravestone you can see..so so cool! We also walked by the cafe that she wrote 2 of the books in. It’s called the Elephant House, if you’re ever in Edinburgh. After the walking tour, I went back to the Airbnb to take a nap because I was exhausted from the night before. Later on, we went out to dinner at what ended up being a very American place because Autumn forgot her passport and we kept getting asked to show our ID everywhere! Very strange because we have hardly ever been carded this entire semester, but I guess maybe the UK is more strict. After dinner, we went to a really cool outdoor Irish pub with live music, but as soon as we got there we found out it was closing at 10! So lame, so we had to find somewhere else to go. We ended up at another Irish pub that was supposed to have live music, but there was something wrong with the sound so we didn’t get to hear any :( However, there were a lot of young people, and it was still really fun. We met a guy studying abroad in Edinburgh, and he told us how he was leaving that Sunday, and how sad he was. I could not relate more! We stayed at that bar for a while, then went to bed. The next day, Autumn and I decided to hike Arthur’s Seat, which is a popular place to hike right in Edinburgh. It was absolutely perfect weather (which we had all weekend, and Scotland is not known for), and such a pretty hike. The green hills with the yellow flowers overlooking the city was amazing. The hike wasn’t too strenuous but I definitely had a little heavy breathing after eating all pasta and gelato all semester!!! Once we got to the top, we sat up there for a little, took some cool photos, then walked down. We walked around the city center for a while, stopping into some stores, and we went into the cutest market. I bought a scarf, and some gifts for other people. Then we got lunch at this cafe that Autumn had discovered, with a really cool vibe, cool music, and great sandwiches. After lunch, we went to a gigantic thrift store that has some really cool vintage clothing, and I almost bought a denim jacket, but honestly just wouldn’t have been able to fit it in my bag. Our flight was not out of Edinburgh, it was out of Glasgow Prestwick Airport, so Autumn and I planned to take a bus to Glasgow and stay the night near the airport. We took the bus to Glasgow in the late afternoon, and had to leave our bags in these lockers at the bus station. It was funny-I had to write my last name for the locker and the man working there goes, “That’s my second name, too!” The entire weekend, anyone that saw my name for any reason kept saying, “Wow, Scottish name!” I felt so welcomed!!! Haha. We walked around Glasgow for a little bit, went into some stores, and got a quick dinner. We didn’t have time to do much, but we got to walk down the main streets. We had to take another bus to Prestwick, which is actually very small. We stayed in the cutest bed and breakfast there (although we didn’t get to enjoy breakfast because we had to leave for our flight so early), and the woman who owned it was so adorable. We got there pretty late, but while we were walking from the bus stop to the B&B, we noticed there were a few chill looking bars. We dropped our stuff, then decided to go out for a couple drinks. We ended up at this karaoke bar, where all these middle-aged people were singing, and it was quite entertaining. One woman had a “40th birthday” sash on, so we told her happy birthday, and she was very excited and wouldn’t stop talking to us and introducing us to her friends. It was hilarious. They convinced Autumn and I to sing karaoke, and when we asked what we should sing she goes, “Born in the USA, duh!!” It was pretty funny, but it ended up being a good night. The next day, we had to get up super early for our flight, so nothing exciting happened. Edinburgh and Glasgow were incredible. Just another stamp in my passport, and another trip of this crazy adventure.

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Ima ask on anon bc I'm shy af but can I ask for a one shot of Keef tellin Shiro he's engaged? (like years down the line in life) To the dork Lance? For the Dad au? I can only live through so much angst. I had to watch a bby!voltron speedpaint 2day !!

Hi there nonny! I hope this isn’t too late for you! Aww, I hear you there. Sometimes we need some more fluff (I love me some angst and it seems like a lot of you all do too :)) And this is very cute! So I’m guess this is like a sequel to this oneshot, but it’s an AU of the single dad Shiro AU bc no set pairings here but it was cute. I hope the speedpaint was super adorable and enjoy! I love when you nonnies send in great asks.

x.V.x

It wastoo early to think coherently.

Lancewished he had gotten coffee first.

He really wished he had gotten coffee. Itwas too early to be awake.

But herehe was. Awake and sitting in the terminal of an airport with a little old lady,trying to connect to the world-wide web via a worldwide travel book, a lonelyman asleep with half an omelet still on his plate, and a pile of gum wrappersthat didn’t even get close to making it in the trash can. The airport terminalwasn’t busy by any means, but Lance was still pleasantly surprised at how manypeople were here at five-fifty in the morning. Here and awake.

At leasthe wasn’t the only one who was barely able to form thoughts and maneuverhimself into a waiting chair, after he had watched a man about twice his agerun straight into a pillar in the wall. Earlier, a woman had almost taken amorning dip into the fountains. It was safe to say that these people probablyweren’t morning people either.

When was the last time you wokeup this early? Middle school? Lance groaned, leaning back into his chair.He rubbed his eyes tiredly and glanced over to where Shiro and the others weresnoozing in their chairs. At least he wasn’t the only one suffering at thishour. Lance glanced back up at the time board that lay above their waitingarea.

Flight 201CA has landed.

Oh yeah.

Keithwas coming home.

Afterfive years of service, Keith was finally coming home for good. No more havingto go back. No more training others. No more emergency service. Keith hadfulfilled his time in the military, paid many prices for it, and he was finallycoming home.

Lancehad nearly sobbed at learning that his boyfriend of seven years was going to becoming home. Shiro had actually cried (There were tear marks all over Keith’sletter, but that was okay, Lance wasn’t about to ruin the father’s moment).Everyone was more than a little excited about welcoming Keith home, and soon awelcoming party had gone underway under the supervision of Pidge and Coran.Which was not a good idea.

Shiro andLance both knew that Keith wouldn’t want a big party, but while Shiro wanted tostop the party and keep everyone from overwhelming Keith, Lance didn’t see theharm in getting Keith out. After all alot of people had missed him while he was gone. Shiro and Lance had arguedfor a bit about Keith’s party, but eventually Lance won after insisting thatKeith should realize how loved hewas.

He’dnever seen his boyfriend’s father so awed before.

Hopefully soon-to-be father-in-law.

Theheavy weight of a small box in Lance’s pocket suddenly felt much heavier thanever before. His heart rate speed up and soon enough, any trace of sleep wasgone and Lance was wide awake. Unlike his companions. For a split second, Lancewas quite jealous of how his friends could sleep through this waiting period.As if the rest of their lives didn’t rest on the sole moment of Keith walkingthrough those gates, ready to determine how their futures would end – oh wait,that only affected him. Right.

To befair though, none of them even knewwhat plans Lance had made for when Keith came in today. Not even Shiro, whichmay or may not have been a good idea.Guess I’ll find out soon. Lance thought nervously as he looked down at hiswatch for the millionth time this morning.

He wasso busy lost in thought and thinking about the impending future, that Lance andthe others had failed to notice when people had entered into the waiting areafrom the gates and were now walking towards them. In fact, none of them noticeduntil a pair of brown combat boots had stopped in Lance’s line of sight and avoice chuckled.

“Guys?”

“Keith!” Of course, Shiro was the firstto shoot out of his chair, awake in less than a second (damn, Lance needed tolearn how to do that). Lance looked up in time to see the others awakening at aslower pace, but with smiles all around and saw Shiro making a break for hisson.

Keith,in his uniform with that especially tight black shirt and those loose cargopants with two sets of dog tagshanging around his neck, smiled tiredly at his father before dropping his bagto the ground. He easily caught his dad into a hug, standing at an impressive two-inchtaller height than Shiro before pulling a surprised Shiro up into the air.

“Dad!”Keith laughed when Shiro gawked. “It’s so good to be home.” Shiro was surprisedfor only another second before scowling playfully at his son.

“Whatthe hell are they feeding you there, where did my little child go?” He whinedbefore ruffling Keith’s hair (which had finally grown back out to the familiarmullet he used to have). Keith chuckled and set his father on the ground,before the two embraced in a much tighter and more heartfelt hug. Lance and theothers could feel their eyes beginning to grow misty as Keith and Shiropractically hung onto each other for several long minutes. All around thempeople were watching and smiling at the small display, sharing happy commentswith one another, to which Keith and the rest of them ignored mainly.

Eventually,Keith and Shiro pulled back, both with wet eyes and bright smiles, as Shirogently pat Keith on the back.

“I’m sohappy you’re home. Shiro whispered before letting go of Keith’s hand.

“Imissed you too dad.” The twenty-three-year-old grinned at his dad beforeturning to Lance and the others. Lance was the first to leap at Keith, jumpingright into his arms (Ha, he was stilltaller than Keith and Shiro) and pressing a full-on kiss right onto Keith’smouth. Keith blinked in surprise but caught Lance without a struggle andeventually melted into the kiss. The two lovers could hears some clapping andcheers all around them but ignored it in favor or holding on to each other fora few moment’s longer. Lance felt tears dripping down his face and he blushedin embarrassment, though to be fair it had been almost 13 months since he’dlast seen his boyfriend in person.

EvenShiro was clapping from behind them.Looks like I’ve gotten dad’s approval after all. Hopefully he won’t try to killme after today.

WhenLance and Keith finally broke apart, Lance rest his forehead against Keith,looking into those beautiful blue eyes he’d memorized after nineteen years.

“Heybabe.” Lance grinned crookedly, drying his eyes while Keith snorted.

“Thatwas quite a greeting Lance.” Keith huffed, but Lance could see the love andamusement in Keith’s eyes as he continued to hold Lance against him. Lancegrinned.

“I’m allabout the big show stopper babe. Go big or go home.” Lance winked before givingKeith another peck on the lips, who happily closed his eyes at the kiss, andhopped out of Keith’s arm. His heart was hammering like a drum in his chest andthe small box in his pocket felt like a giant weight. Nervously he wiped hishands against his jeans.

“I’vemissed you. Kissing your sleeping face on a computer screen just doesn’tmeasure up to the real deal.” Lance joked, causing Keith to laugh in thatadorable way where he sounded like he was too embarrassed to be laughing. It waslaugh that always make Lance’s heart stop.

“I’vemissed you too.” Keith said sincerely and brushed some of Lance’s hair out ofhis eyes. Lance swallowed heavily and his fingers itched for the box in hispocket. This is the perfect moment. Do itnow. “Except for when you hog all the blankets. I did not miss that.”

Okay, so maybe not now because that wasrude.

Keithlaughed at Lance’s pout and Shiro snickered from behind them. Rude.

“Hey don’thog Keith! Let us say hello!” Pidge finally smacked Lance’s arm and shoved himaside just before Keith was attacked by Hunk and Pidge with everyone elsehanging behind them. Keith laughed happily and accepted the hugs and high-fivesfrom everyone. He gently gave Hunk a pat on the back when he started bawling inKeith’s arm. He accepted the manly hug from his grandpa and gave his grandma akiss on the cheek. Keith accepted Allura’s scolding for making them all worrybefore hugging her and narrowly avoided a long-winded story about Coran’s timein his youth with young love. From the side, Lance watched this all with lovingeyes finding himself falling more and more in love with this man, even afterseven years of being together.

Do it now. Now it the perfect chance.

Lancenervously licked his lips, as his hands dug into his pocket. He thumbed thesmall box in his pocket and eyed Keith.

Do it.

Lancegripped the box tightly with sweating fingers. Shiro glanced over.

Do it.

As Lancepulled the box out from his pocket, his heart hammered heavily in his chest andShiro’s eyes widened.

DO IT.

“Eat food with me forever?!”Lance had suddenly shot out before Shiro could open his mouth, right in frontof Keith (in front of everyone) before taking a knee and thrusting the smallbox unromantically towards Keith.

Theairport was dead silent.

Keith’seyes were as wide as the moon and he stared at Lance with his mouth open. Thesilence etched on as Lance was frozen in horror. Did I just propose like an idiot?! He could hear Pidge and Alluratrying to hide their snickers while Hunk was sobbing again. Still Keith saidnothing and Lance’s heart shook.

“W-what?”He finally squeaked, and normally Lance would have teased the hell out of himfor his tiny mouse voice but he probably was seconds away from passing out.

“Er, um,marry me?” Lance tried again before mentally slapping himself. How was that any more romantic than before?Keith blinked again.

“Is thisa joke?” Keith’s face suddenly grew hot and a heavy blush spread over hischeeks. Lance thought it was adorable.

“No!Fuck, I bought a ring and everything see?!” Lance thrust the box back at Keithbefore realizing that the lid was closed.Oh. Quickly he opened the lid with shaking fingers and presented the ring toKeith.

“Whatthe?” Keith gawked and stared at the silver band with intricate diamonds andstones that represented his birth month. He blinked again, this time feelinghot tears behind his eyes. The ring was stunning. It was hard, simple but itwas beautiful too with stones that Keith always mentioned were pretty to Lance. He remembered. It wasn’t too masculineor too feminine. It was perfect.

Keithwas mortified.

“Youidiot.” Keith sniffled before gripping Lance’s collar ad hauling him to hisfeet. Lance swallowed thickly, thinking he had somehow messed up. “You couldn’twait until we were home?! Or when I wasn’t so tired, I could barely say my ownname?!” Keith sniffled again and Lance frowned. Was that a yes?

“Er, areyou gonna marry me or not? ‘Cause you’re not making much sense.” Lance laughednervously and Keith rolled his eyes.

“That’sbecause it’s six in the fucking morning, and I got two hours of sleep.” Keithrolled his eyes with a snort. “And my stupid boyfriend thought it would be niceto propose to me, while I was dead on my feet, he was exhausted and hungry instead of during a nice quietdinner or at home.”

“I can,uh, do it over again? If you want?”

“No,give me that goddamn ring. This is perfect.”

Lanceblinked once. Twice. Three times before Keith finally pulled him in for a deeploving kiss. There was no battle for dominance, no tongue lashing ordesperation. But rather it was full of love, passion and promises for their future.

Theairport exploded with the sounds of screaming cheers, sobbing and clapping whenLance and Keith finally pulled away. Lance eagerly pulled off one of Keith’sglove before slipping the ring on his finger. A perfect fit.

Keithand Lance both stared at the ring, with goofy and tired smiles.

“I loveyou.” Keith whispered, eyes staring into Lance’s and Lance broke into a huge grin.

“I loveyou too.” The two broke apart when everyone else came rushing towards the newlyengaged couple to give their congratulations. Keith happily accepted all hugsfrom everyone, while Lance did the same. Eventually, Lance felt a familiar metalhand grab his shoulder and his stomach dropped. He turned around to face Shiro,who wore an unreadable expression on his face.

“Shiro,sir, I know I should have asked for your hand in marriage and talked to youfirst –” Lance babbled nervously.

“Youshould have.” Shiro said and Lance swallowed. He was then pleasantly surprisedwhen Shiro pulled him into a bone crushing hug. “Thank you for making him sohappy. Welcome to the family, Lance and please take care of my son.” Shirowhispered into Lance’s ears and the tears were falling again on Lance’s face. He clutched at the back of Shiro’s jacketbefore burying his face into the shirt.

“Thankyou Shiro. I promise to take care of him for the rest of our lives.”

“Thankyou.”

x.V.x

“I hopeyou don’t mind that I gave dad my dog tags.” Keith said when he and Lance werefinally alone in their house. Hiseyes continuously wandered back to his ring every few minutes and Lance foundthat absolutely adorable. Keith might not be the most verbal about his appreciationbut Lance wouldn’t be with him otherwise if that was the only reason he’d wantto love him.

“Nah, Ifigured you were going to.” Lance admitted with a smile. He remembered that momentwhen Shiro and Keith started cryinglike babies. Shiro’s tags were still resting against Keith’s pale chest, fullof new scars.

“I wasalways going to give them to him. It only felt right.” Keith said softly. “Evenwhen we got together, I knew I was going to give them to him. After everythingI put him through.”

“Heloves them Keith. He loves you. Don’t worry about anything else.” Lance saidquickly before Keith could go into a guilt-filled rant about his time in the military.Keith never regretted his decision but he’d seen how much it had hurt hisfriends and family. He often took it out on himself for their pain. “I loveyou, okay. Besides, you’ve given me a muchbetter gift.” Keith frowned.

“What?”

“You’regonna be my husband.” Lance grinnedand snaked an arm around Keith’s waist. Keith squeaked at the touch andplayfully swatted at Lance’s arm. He snorted but allowed Lance to pull himclose into another soft kiss.

“Mhm,yeah. I’m excited for our future. But Lance?”

“Yeahbabe?”

“There’sno way I’m going to be Keith McClain. You better get used to Lance Shirogane.”

#single dad shiro #single dad shiro AU #kiddie!AU #voltron legendary defender #klance #AU of this AU #thanks nonny #this was cute #Lance is a dork

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