#its always spelled the normal way instead of the fucked up way my parents decided to spell it so
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HP Boys: Surprise Pregnancy Head Cannons
Summary: The HP boys and their reaction to their s/o (afab) being pregnant when its not planned.
A/N: This takes place post Hogwarts so all characters are 18+, though no real smut happens in this so its not an 18+ fic.
WARNINGS: UNPLANNED PREGNANCY, MENTIONS OF PRO CHOICE OPINIONS, MENTIONS OF SEX IN LITE TERMS, SWEARING, FLUFF, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, ALSO THIS IS SUPER LONG SORRY LOL
Draco
So everything is going great for the happy couple, you two just moved into a flat together and are working normal jobs, drinking wine like adults.
And sure, Draco knows he wants to marry you, but he knows you’re not ready to settle down like that so he just plans and dreams.
Due to poor choices, when you’re late by two weeks, you know what it probably is.
Draco doesn’t even notice that you ran out to the store and came back and hid in the bathroom for 10 minutes. CEO of minding his own business ig
You just kinda...walk up to him and hand him all 3 tests while your eyes fill with tears because what if he demands you get an abortion?
Or what if he fucks off to god knows where?
But instead he just looks at you with the most un-draco like smile. Like his face was soft and it looked like he could cry any moment.
“Oh my god,” He says, putting his hand on your belly, “I can be ready for this, but if you aren’t then we can you know...”
“No, I want it” then both of you rejoice bc yay baby!
Cut to 6 months later when your feet hurt so bad you have to lay down and watch while Draco fails to put a crib together.
He eventually gets it done tho.
And when the time comes, he’s built and arranged everything for your bundle of joy.
Harry
So you guys are probably already married, but with everything at the ministry going on, it makes Harry less than a family man.
You both agree that it’s probably better to wait so you can be home and yk...raise it.
Well smart man Harry forgets that to not have a kid you need to use protection.
So of course when your period is late you don’t think about it, until its four weeks late.
That night, you and Harry are laying in bed, and thats when you tell him.
“Harry..I’m late.”
“Late for what?” headass.
You: 😳😐
Him: 👁👁😲😲
He’s hesitant to say anything, because he knows its ultimitley up to you what happens with it until its out.
“I think I want to keep it...you know it wont remember much for the first year and a half so if things are stressful it will be okay and-“
“Love...Its going to be perfect”
Mf built the crib in like 45 minutes I swear.
And of course he forced you to keep up with your vitamins, pre natal care, and appointments.
Swear tho you’re about to kill him because cofFeE
But the way he holds your baby 🥺 its his most valued thing ever now.
Ron
Ron is iffy on the kid thing sometimes.
He does want them, but only later when you guys have lived and travled.
So no, you two haven’t planned nor is it even in the picture when your wedding roles around.
It’s in the early days of the marriage when you see his family at the burrow on the way back from the honeymoon.
And of course Molly knows
Because Weasleys are hyperfertile I swear.
She takes you into the kitchen and puts her hands on your arms, shes got that big Mrs.Weasley smile on too.
“I knew it!” She says and pulls you in for a hug, “How far dear??”
You’re just standing there like🧍🏻
“I can see it by the way you glow! Oh my you and my Ron must be so happy!” This woman doesn’t notice that you’re confused.
“Wait what? Mrs. Weasley what are you-?” Then you count the days, “Oh. Well I guess I just found out for myself”
Her face falls slightly, but then she tells you can make you a potion that will tell you if you are or not, stan.
The stupid potion turns green when you spit into it, so everything is confirmed.
That night, you and Ron are getting ready for bed in the guest room and you decide to tell him.
“Ron, sweetie. We need to talk.” He looks like he’s gonna start crying but sits next to you on the bed.
“Y/N...I know its scary but please, we just got married I don’t want to divorce quite just yet 🥺🥺”
“Ron I-“ you start smiling, “I’m pregnant you dufus.”
He just freezes, for a while. Not saying anything, he just looks at the wall with his mouth ajar.
So you get up and go to Ginny.
“Gin, I broke him.”
“Ew, I don’t want to know about how you and him”
“No, I told him that I’m pregnant.”
“Oh, yeah that would do it. Just I don’t know... Give him a minute?”
You give him several, getting a glass of water then heading back up to the room.
Ginny was right, he needed a minute.
“I don’t...I wasn’t...you were.?”
“You don’t have to stay, but I think we can do it. Plus, you would disapoint your mom if you left so...”
“Okay...we’ll do it. I’ll be the best damn Father you have ever seen.” He says, talking to your womb.
Well...he’s a father I’ll give him that.
Pro of having a Weasley baby: free crib thats already put together.
Even if it looks like a death trap.
“We’ll put some blankets over it don’t worry”
You know how some Dads hold their parters hand during the delivery? Yeah he got sick and was moral support from the outside.
To be fair, you weren’t screaming in pleasure by any means.
Scary. But beautiful.
He shows the kid to everyone, he might be more in love with the baby than he is with you.
Ron see’s the appeal of having kids now.
Neville
Moving in with your boyfriend is always fun, right up until you guys go at it so much you forget protection more than once.
You think about it, then move on with your day.
Until the doctor calls, then “oh fuck”
Romance Neville bf
“Why aren’t you having any wine? I thought it was your favorite?”
“I don’t think fetal alcohol syndrome is my favorite.” BRO HE SPAT
But he looks up with tears in his eyes, and runs over to you to grasp you in a hug.
“Oh my god! You’re pregnant! Oh my - We’re gonna be parents!! Oh my god we’re gonna be parents oh-“ Que you petting his hair till he’s calm again.
Lets be honest, this man probably swapped the herbology books for the parenting guides.
“Well I mean I’m just wondering if we should go with this color or this one”
“Nev, it doesn’t matter. Our baby will not care.”
“I read in my book that Infants actually can recognize mood in-“
He won’t let you do anything during your pregnancy.
Gotta love a man who cries because he loves you so much and you’re having his kid.
“I never had a father, what if I do it wrong? What if the baby hates me and runs away at seven?”
“We’ve got quite a lot of time before then.”
He was there during delivery, letting you crush his hand like a champ.
You can’t help but cry when you see him sleeping on the floor next to the crib, its so sweet.
Fred
You two most likely already had two kids, so you decided to wait a bit so your hands weren’t quite full.
Well...your body decided not to wait.
A test provides the two lines, another wild child.
The two toddlers already run around like thing one and thing two, only with red hair.
I think Fred would gladly make the family dinner, and wear an apron. He’d own it, as he should.
But mf gotta not drop the salad bowl when you tell him of the fetus inside you.
“Fred we are going to have a bee-ay-bee-why.”
Your five year old has just begun to spell 😐
He’s happy tho.
Like over the fuckin moon.
He buys the two kids big brother/sister shirts too 🥺🥺
He knows the drill pretty well, so he isn’t too worried about the future.
But its funny that he still freaks out about the crib and feeding chair since he gave it away, you know because you guys werent having another kid.
He packed a hospital bag and kept it in the trunk, counting down the days.
Hours of delivery (He just sat back and held your hand) only to end up with a room full of 7 Weasley family members.
Fred always said that 3 was his lucky number :)
George
You guys were taking it slow, no marriage until you both felt it was time. And certainly no children before that.
Well you know...things changed when the test was positive.
You slid it over on the table, tears pooling in your eyes. He was stunned and quiet, which made you burst out sobbing because you knew that neither of you planned on having a baby.
But to your surprise he starts to smile.
“I want whatever you want, I’m staying by your side no matter what.”
“I mean...would it really be so bad? A house, a kid, a dog?” He holds your hand as you think aloud.
You both give it a week to think it over and the virdict is to keep it.
Thats when he decides he has to marry you, asap because he loves you and will never let you go especially now.
He loves to gush about the carrier of his child, to him you are a godess.
He’s the Dad with a predestination complex.
“Y/N, I just see him being a star quiditch player”
“George, we don’t know if it’s a him.”
He rolls his eyes “Okay then I can see her being a star-“
He made Hermione take you out for a movie date so he could rearrange your bedroom, since you only had a single bedroom flat.
You come back to a new set up including a cot.
Damn pregnancy hormones make brain go 🥺😭😭
He freaks when your water breaks lol
ceo of driving like a maniac to the hospital.
He can’t hold your hand, he’s pacing back and forth, sweating and maybe crying though he’ll never admit to it.
You get the joy of watching him cuddle the baby while refusing to give your child to you.
“George I’d like to hold-“
“No, you need your sleep honey, don’t worry”
Hogging the child.
Cedric
Its no secret that Cedric wants a baby someday.
And he makes it clear your wedding will be spectacular too.
However, finding out you’re pregnant the week of your dream wedding was a shock.
A shock that made you bang your head into the wall because how could you be so stupid?? We had a plan??
So you decide to wait until after the wedding, that way it wont add onto the stress (happy stress) of the wedding.
Cedric keeps trying to fill your glass at the reception, to which you kindly refuse saying you want to remember the night entirely.
Yeah he’s like 🤨 mhm okay.
You can only pick at the dinner because ew salmon doesn’t sound like an option if you want to keep the contents of your stomach.
As everyone waves goodbye to the car, and you both set off into married life, he leans over.
“I may be out of my mind, but are you...?”
“Pregnant.” His face lights up, pulling you into a hug.
Finally, your car pulls up to a small cottage with lush garden scapes all around, putting a hand out, he walks you both from the car to the door.
“Ced, where are we?”
“Home.”
Somehow it was perfect with Cedric, even when it was rushed.
He loved talking to your womb, even if it was weird that he was talking about the babies future brothers and sisters.
“Cedric, slow down. We haven’t even had this one yet”
Basically he is father of the year before he’s a full father.
He’s there while you deliver, holding your hand and telling you how great you’re doing.
He doesn’t even complain when you insult him <3.
He updates you on everything.
If his eyes aren’t on that child, he’s either asleep or dead.
I think Cedric was meant to be a family man, because he loves everything about being one.
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The Librarian’s Trick
Day one Ectoberhaunt: Trick or Treat
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34213519
1:
Wes was certain this Cassius guy was a ghost. He had to be. Humans didn’t live on the outskirts of town in large decrepit clock towers that Wes was pretty sure didn’t exist last week .
Humans didn’t have red eyes and white hair (unless they had a condition called Albinoism, Wes had looked it up. But Albinoism also meant they had no melanin anywhere and Cassius Dark was decidedly tan in an admittedly attractive but decidedly not Albino kind of way)
Humans didn’t have fangs when they smiled but normal teeth whenever Wes tried to point out that He had FANGS. They were right there!!!
Humans didn���t spend all their time either with Danny Fenton (who was Also very much a ghost!! Which should be in the list of proof but no one believes it so it’s seperate but still!) or mysteriously absent.
And humans didn’t seem to know everything all the time but talk like a bad astrology website.
So Wes was going to find a way to prove it.
His first try had him sneaking a “ghost translator” he didn’t remember the stupid name Fenton’s dad called it when he bought it with his allowance, into the library where Cassius Dark supposedly worked.
Supposedly, because while he could be found there, Wes had never actually seen him doing anything other than reading. And it was never a book Wes recognized, like, he wasn’t reading the Twilight series or anything. The last book Wes saw had been a large ancient looking tome written in a language Wes didn’t recognize. But Everytime he tried (subtly! He was super nonchalant about it!) to take a picture it ended up blurry!! And No Kyle, it wasn’t because he was bad at taking photos .
But that didn’t matter because Wes had a different plan now. He was going to use the Fentons’ new version of their “ghost translator” thing, and see what happened. It was supposed to be both a translator and a truth decoder at the same time. So no matter what a ghost said, the device should say what they actually mean. Or something.
With Danny, a bunch of innocuous stuff went off around him, but people always hand waved it as faulty tech. Wes wasn’t sure that was the case, in fact he was positive it wasn’t. But if he could get something useful to build up from, that would be a good start. And every good reporter needed a start.
He stepped up to the Library’s front desk, where Cassius was sitting reading what was clearly a spell tome if the different summoning pentagrams in the open page Wes could see were anything to go by.
“Welcome Young Weston,” Cassius said, the hint of a smile hidden behind his red eyes as he closed his book. Wes could swear they were glowing slightly. Geez did this guy get his ‘how to pretend to be human’ classes from Fenton ?
… that would certainly explain why no one ever believed Wes, since that was a long beaten dead horse in his closet.
He, very discreetly, had the device hooked up to one of his earphones, which he kept in one of his ears like any normal less than perfectly mannered teenager as he asked Cassius Dark his questions.
“Excuse me sir? Do you work here?” he started with, it was a more or less innocuous question and one he actually wanted the answer to.
Cassius Dark smiled. “I do.”
My Job is all that was, is, and shall be. That which I set as my goal is beyond mortal comprehension and those I call master shall fall to my machinations. But yes, I get paid for sitting at this desk and answering questions sometimes. I am a ghost, fear me.
Wes tried not to sweat too obviously. What the fuck?
“Can you tell me where the journalism section is?” Wes decided to make a tactical retreat, at least his voice didn’t crack.
“Straight back for eight shelves and then turn right. It’s next to the Non-fiction books.”
I know what you’re looking for, I know why you are here. I know the exact time of your death and what will happen next. Your efforts amuse me though. I am a ghost, fear me.
What Wes did next was not exactly fleeing. But it wasn’t not fleeing either.
He’d have to try something else.
2:
The next thing he wanted to try was a bit riskier. If you thought about it a certain way. But it also wasn’t if you thought about it the way Wes did.
He was going to use a phase-proof net.
Genius, because unlike the translator machine thing, it would actually stop the ghost from attacking Wes if it got angered. Which it would, probably, since Wes was throwing a net at it.
The plan was really simple though, he’d gotten a very large net, paid extra for the little aim thing, practiced half a billion times of his brothers before they went to the parents and got him grounded for a week, and then memorized the path Cassius Dark took in the mornings to go to his “job” at the library.
Right now he was hiding in one of the leafier trees, right above the path that Cassius always used, waiting.
And waiting.
And… waiting.
Honestly he was about to go home and was fairly certain this guy was going to be like, super late to work, when he finally appeared.
Wes wasted no time aiming, making sure the trajectory was absolutely perfect, and firing the net off. He was just about to jump in celebration, watching the net as it curled slightly around its target, but before it could hit and wrap around him, Cassius was suddenly not there.
Or he was, but just a little bit to the left, so that the net sailed harmlessly past.
Wes cursed.
3:
The third one was fool proof. It had to be.
Which was why Wes was staring at a large conspiracy board, covered in paparazzi-esque shots of the librarian and random notes he’d taken, all connected with a dizzying amount of red string.
“Kyle, seriously. I need to figure out what kind of ghost he is or he’s always going to have the upper hand!!”
Kyle just rolled his eyes and continued playing his video game, as if he didn’t care that Wes had set up his very important planning and plotting in the middle of the living room so long as it didn’t interfere with his own plans.
“It has to be pretty powerful, he was able to dodge my net before it even touched him. And the translator thing clearly said ‘my goal is beyond comprehension’ or something,” Wes mused, “and he also said his job was like, everything?”
Wes checked his notes, “yeah, ‘all that is was and shall be’. What could he mean by that?”
His very annoying and clearly not taking this as seriously as he should brother just chuckled. “I don’t know Wes, maybe he can see the future?”
That… no. That’s way too OP. Just the thought of it sent a shiver down Wes’ spine. There was no way a ghost could see the future right?
Right?
He had to test this theory.
But how do you even test something like that?
“Kyle, how would you test if someone could see the future?”
“Throw something at the back of their head and see if they dodge?” He answered way too quickly.
Wes thought about it for a moment. “No, what if they just have really good reflexes?”
“Oh huh, I guess that could be true. No idea then.” He shrugged and Wes had to fight the urge to throw something at the back of his head.
Whatever. He had to make plans.
He’d tried just throwing things. It was risky, and kind of terrifying, but Kyle was right it was the first that came to mind.
But Cassius never dodged. He was always just, not where Wes thought he was. Or Wes had really bad aim, which he didn’t!!! He was a basketball ace!! He had great aim! And great situational awareness!!
So why couldn’t he hit Cassius Dark?
Obviously it was because he could see the future. And the smug smile he always had when he knew Wes was looking reminded him an awful lot of a certain other Phantom.
4:
Ask him about his family.
Easy enough. Especially without the Fenton’s weird translator because that might have been a bit terrifying. And also this time he had back up.
He dragged Kyle by his sleeve into the library.
“Mr. Cassius!”
Cassius looked up from his book, removing the delicate reading glasses balanced on his nose. “Can I help you Mr. Weston?”
“Yes!” He smiled broadly, taking out a small notebook that he had used to take notes on the suspicious and ghoulish things going on around town until it was mostly shreds of paper. “I’m writing an OP ED on the town library, and would like to know more about the librarian. Can you answer a few personal questions?”
Kyle snorted and Wes had to elbow him in the side to get him to shut up. He was here as back up, not to ruin his plan.
“So,” he began, “is Cassius a family name?”
“No.”
Wes nodded. And then frowned. Did ghosts have families? Supposedly they were alive once right? At least that was the general idea, Wes thought.
“So what can you tell us about your parents? Like, what’s your father’s name?”
Cassius raised an eyebrow, and had a soft smile filled with good humor. Wes felt it hit him like a threat. What was this ghost hiding?
Well, other than the fact that he’s a ghost.
“I can’t tell you much I’m afraid. My mother is long gone and I never had a father.”
Kyle grimaced and elbowed Wes himself before saying, “I’m sorry for your loss.”
“It’s no matter,” Cassius replied, still smiling, “I may yet see her again.”
Ah, so either she wasn’t dead or he’s convinced she became a ghost too. That made sense. It could be his unfinished business as they say among the paranormal hunters. At least, the not fight-y and crazy ones.
“So Dark was your mother’s name?” Wes asked, wondering if he could maybe find any records on her where he had failed to find them on Cassius himself.
The smile slid right off his face. Wes and Kyle both felt the subtle chill in the air as Cassius leaned back and looked off to the side, as if to glare at something that wasn’t there. “No, I’m afraid Dark is my ex-husband’s name.”
“Why keep it?” Kyle asked, completely ignoring the danger of the situation.
The smile came back, except this time instead of soft and barely there as if he were indulging a child, it was sharp and twisted. He chuckled at an inside joke no one else in the room would ever understand and then he said, “Well, it’s not like he has any use for it now.”
Wes paled. Had he killed his husband?!
5:
After a hasty retreat from the library Wes treated Kyle to a milkshake and fries at the nasty burger just as he had promised. Payment for going along with his ‘weird ghost theories’.
But Wes couldn’t eat, he was too busy thinking. This one actually helped! He found information about the ghost’s previous life! He had a mother, but not a father, and had a husband.
With the current politics it was one of two options. Either he was from a previous culture that allowed men to marry each other, or he was a more recent ghost than Wes had been expecting. He had already taken out his laptop and was scrolling through obituaries with the surname Dark, trying to think if he knew any off the top of his head that might have been in town when they died.
Nothing particular came to mind.
Wes’ thinking was interrupted by a loud, obnoxious slurping noise from his brother. He shot him a glare, but Kyle didn’t react. Wasn’t even looking at him. Instead he was looking out the window and watching one of the daily ghost attacks with Phantom playing hero as always.
“You know, it’s kinda cool that they’re hiring actors to build the town’s lore like that,” he said, clearly ignoring the obvious evidence of ghosts right outside his window.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Wes groaned, rubbing at his eyes. He needed coffee or something, it was a shame the Nasty Burger only served sludge no sane person would drink.
Kyle finally looked away from the window, his eyes wide as if he was the one confused. “You know, how they got the librarian to say he was married to Pariah Dark? And then imply he’s the reason he’s a ghost?”
Wes felt like the seat underneath him had suddenly disappeared. “Where did you get That from?!”
“He said his ex-husband was named Dark! Pariah Dark’s Ghost Zone show is the first thing that comes to mind!” Kyle argued back. “Isn’t it?”
Holy shit this guy was married to the ghost king.
He thought back to the ominous answers he’d gotten that first day from the Fentons’ translator. Maybe he should leave this one alone.
+1
Wes was at the library, studying quietly and absolutely avoiding the librarian. Not that he’d seen him today, but it didn’t hurt to keep his head down. With any luck the guy had a short memory and would forget Wes had been trying to find a way to out him to the town.
A portal ripped from the air in front of him, sending a static energy throughout the library and causing Wes’ hair to stand on end. It was a swirling purple, deeper and more… well more than most of the natural portals that Wes had seen appear around town.
He wanted to scream, but years of living in Amity Park had fully trained that out of him. Screaming was the number one way to get a ghost locked on you as their first target. Especially if you were there when the portal opened.
Before Wes could even think to duck under the table he was using a figure stepped out of the portal, poised and composed. He had a deep purple hood that seemed to swirl with the fabric of galaxies and a large ornate clock embedded into his chest. His skin was a rich blue and he had glowing red eyes.
Wes recognized him immediately.
“Oh, hello Mr. Weston, is there something I can help you with?” Cassius Dark asked.
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"Each of my thoughts about you is improper."
Bloom sighed as she let the warm water of her bath wash away the five days worth of stress. She moaned as she submerged her body in almost boiling hot water, wet ends of her hair hanging over the edge of the bathtub. She closed her eyes and with a flick of her finger, the light in the bathroom turned off and strategically placed candles lit on fire giving the whole room romantic and relaxing atmosphere.
Her whole week has been spent running between planets in order to accommodate both pairs of her parents without having the other feeling left out. Not to mention the special training girls had to take in order to test their abilities to the maximum, training which was lead by Griselda. Even after so many years, that woman somehow always managed to make them nervous and she surely knew how to make their muscles quake in exhaustion after the practice. Between all those obligations, Bloom barely had energy to take a quick shower at the end of the day before she collapsed into her bed in Alfea. Sleep wouldn't catch up with her though, no matter how tired her body was.
Valtor was off doing some errands most of the days so the fact that she barely saw her boyfriend this week seemed to contribute to her bad mood and her insomnia.
Bloom couldn't remember the last time she felt so exhausted. Even the continuous fights against enemies of magic dimension never left her feeling so drained. If she was confident enough in herself not to drown, she wouldn't even leave this bath tonight. But as it is, she decided to enjoy the bath for as long as she could milk it, which in her case was, until the water got cold. She was fortunate enough that she managed to snag a night on Domino where she had a big enough bathtub to enjoy solitude.
Bloom was so engrossed in her thoughts, which could be the reason she didn't hear door of her room open, nor did she hear the shuffling of feet across the hardwood floor despite the fact bathroom door has been left open. A low wolf whistle made her jump, however, as she met the mischievous gray eyes of her boyfriend that stood leaning on a doorframe, seemingly enjoying the show.
"Now that's a sight for sore eyes."
Bloom sighed. "Though I appreciate the flattery, I'm pretty sure I look like I could work in a circus as a clown double right now."
Valtor raised one sharp eyebrow. "Do I need to have a chat with Faragonda about Griselda laying off a bit?"
Bloom shook her head. "No." Valtor came closer, his bare feet stepping into puddles that collected on the floor due to a steam. His eyes narrowed as he caught the sight of the bags underneath her eyes. "I've been having trouble sleeping this week. Maybe that's why I'm looking... awful."
Valtor came to sit at the edge of her bathtub. His fingers gently removed a wet lock from Bloom's unusually pale face. The bags underneath her eyes were indeed present, and it made her eyes look sunken and dull compared to its normal bright hue. "You're stunning, as always."
Bloom snorted. "Don't be getting any improper thoughts there mister."
Valtor stood up and took off his shirt in a single moment making Bloom's breath catch in her throat as low lights of candles perfectly accentuated his lean muscles. He was left standing in his signature purple pants but he showed no desire to remove them even as he gathered his hair in a messy bun at the top of his head and stepped into the bath behind Bloom.
Bloom squealed as the water spilled over the edge thanks to the added weight. Valtor pushed her forward a bit, making her bend her legs slightly as he settled himself comfortably behind her, still dressed in his pants. The water continued spilling over as he pulled Bloom to rest her back against his front, but all that Bloom could think about was the heart attack maids will get when one of them inevitably stumbles upon the mess. He leaned towards her, his abdominal muscles practically glued to her back as his hand removed the wet strands of her hair from her shoulders and neck.
He trailed a path of gentle, barely there, kisses across her collarbone. "Don't you know?" He spoke in a low voice that made butterflies scatter all across Bloom's lower abdomen.
"Know what?" She didn't sound breathless, that's what she kept telling herself as Valtor's hands started massaging her shoulders gently.
"Each of my thoughts about you is improper."
Bloom gasped as Valtor's hands started roaming across her chest, his skillful fingers dancing across her skin and lighting her on fire. The butterflies in her abdomen seemed to have evaporated into a pool of steaming hot want, and she gripped the edge of the bath as she felt the heat rushing south. His name was a prayer on her lips as he continued placing feather light kisses where he could reach. His hands slipped underneath the water, one of them around her waist, supporting her as the other one continued its path towards the place she needed him the most.
Valtor avoided the place she wanted him to touch and instead he gripped the soft flesh of her inner thigh as Bloom moaned and threw her head back, giving Valtor more access to her neck. With her head resting on his shoulder, he took the opportunity to explore the thin column of her neck, sucking a bruise to the place he knew clothes wouldn't be able to cover. The thumb of his hand that supported her waist grazed the excited flesh with every movement and Bloom's toes clenched in anticipation.
She heard Valtor chuckle next to her ear, his teeth gently nibbling on the shell, the sound sending bolts of lightning all across her body. She gripped the flesh of his arm as his fingers came dangerously close to her core, but not close enough to alleviate her of the frenzy she found herself in. How he managed to make her so worked up in such short period of time was a complete mystery to her. The flame in her chest burned brighter every time his fingers danced across an erogenous zone but failed to stick around long enough to be anything but a teasing graze.
"Please." It wasn't necessarily the plea as much as the needy, desperate tone of her voice that made Valtor give in and finally place his hand where she desperately needed him to touch her. At the first touch of hot fingers against the wet flesh, Bloom's hips snapped upwards, her spine curved as she let a small, breathless "Fuck yes." slip between her lips. The temperature in the bathroom rose for several degrees as Valtor spoke encouraging things against the skin of Bloom's cheek, the friction his fingers caused forcing her to curve in a way that allowed her maximum contact. At the end, it was the combined effort his touches provided together with his voice telling her to let go, that made her snap like a string of coiled rubber band. The tension broke as waves of ecstasy rushed across her body, her toes clenching as she sobbed softly while Valtor's fingers continued gliding across her skin. She collapsed, utterly boneless, against his chest when the final bolt of pleasure ran through her, making her twitch.
She closed her eyes under the thick mist of blissful silence and endorphin rush, Valtor's voice in her ear seemingly miles away. She felt the water disappearing around her as the feeling of being lifted into the air reached her. She instinctively wrapped her legs around Valtor as he carried her outside, the air turning dry and slightly cold against her heated skin. Her eyes stayed closed even as he muttered a quick spell to dry them both off and lower her onto the bed. She listened as he finally got rid of his pants and shuffled quietly to the bed before slipping in as carefully as possible.
Valtor wrapped his arms around her protectively as Bloom snuggled deeper into his chest. The last thought that ran through her head before she finally slipped into the unconsciousness was that perhaps, it was him, or lack of him in this case, that caused her to loose sleep.
#sparxshipping#bloom x valtor#baltor x bloom#bloom x baltor#valtor x bloom#winx club#bloom#valtor#winx#winx bloom#sparxshipping requests#sparxshipping questions#sparxshipping prompts#sparxshipping smut#sparxshipping fluff
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Alright. I’m watching 1x11 and trying a new way of liveblogging. Which is just me writing random paragraphs. Enjoy.
A creature of magic mourning the loss of a creature of magic 😭
“Arthur is a hunter. It's in his blood. Whereas you are something entirely different.“ reminds me of “He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.“ “You are wrong.” Especially with the way that Arthur then proves what is in his heart by the end of the episode, and how his ‘heart’ is shown to constantly guide him towards the ‘correct’ choice in s5 (e.g. “My heart says do anything I can to save Mordred.“)
“You've got a face like a wounded bear ever since we got back from that hunting trip." Arthur means bear. I have no idea what to do with this information.
The unicorn as a metaphor for those sorcerers who “do no harm” and thus Camelot serves no purpose in killing them. Especially since people like the Disir and Alator describe the purge as a “hunt”.
The drought serving as a parallel to the events that happened before the purge to Uther, in that Arthur sees all the harm that “magic” is doing to the land and his people, just like Uther witnesses Ygraine’s death. Arthur initially refuses to accept that what happens is caused by him, just like Uther does. But unlike Uther, Arthur is able to acknowledge his mistakes given time (it’s interesting how in the book adaptation of 1x02 merlin makes this comparison too)
“If it is magic, it's more powerful magic than I possess.“ So unicorn magic is more powerful than Merlin’s magic. Would dragon magic be more powerful too? Is that why Merlin couldn’t heal Arthur from the poison of Mordred’s sword tha was forged in a dragon’s breath?
Merlin not understanding hand signals is my life 😂💖
Ok I can literally draw so many parallels between Anhora and Arthur’s first conversation, and Nimueh and Uther’s conversation in 1x09. Especially from how both Arthur and Uther seem completely unable to understand how the ‘curse’ that happened to Ygraine and Camelot was technically their fault.
“And could you bear for your children to see you be executed?“ The way in which Arthur says this breaks my heart because he does understand the feeling of blaming himself for the loss of a parent, just like those hypothetical children would. This is highlighted more by the fact that Evan later plays on Arthur’s insecurities about being his father’s son.
“If you're tested again, you have a chance to end your people's suffering. I know you want that more than anything." Reminds me of what Bradley says about Arthur putting Camelot above everything, even his personal relationships. Compare this to Lancelot and Merlin, who’s “something that is more important than anything” is a person (or people, in the case of Lancelot).
I LOVE S1 MORGANA. S1 AND 2 MORGWEN WOULD HAVE MADE A PERFECT QUEEN DUO FIGHT ME.
Merlin’s face when Arthur says he’s going to the forest to seek Anhorra out 🥺 Also the way he looks back like he wants to see the exact moment Arthur figures out that he’s eating rat meat 🤣 Merlin’s sarcastic little nod. Arthur’s shit-eating grin. This is what I mean by sibling dynamics.
AND THEN THEY TURN ON MORGANA ASDJSAJASLDKKLDJSA. MERLIN. ARTHUR. NO 🤣🤣🤣
“The King must wonder if you are even his son.“ I absolutely do not like how Anhora chose to do the test with Evan here. I hate it. But it does prepare Arthur for a lot of things. It prepares him to do things his father normally would not do. It prepares him to ignore when people compare him to his father (not that it worked with Agravaine, but Arthur does eventually come around most of the time with Merlin’s help). I find it like a mini 5x03 in a way. Also the fact that Arthur doesn’t even try to defend himself by saying that the looter would have been executed by the law of the land anyway; because deep down he knows that reasoning is wrong. What needs to be changed currently is Arthur’s arrogance in regards to his honour, not his internal morals. He has already proven his internal morals with saving Mordred, laying down his life in 1x09, as well as rescuing Ealdor and his reaction to finding out Will was a sorcerer in 1x10. Right now, Arthur needs to be able to accept that he is wrong.
“Besides I would rather starve than beg my enemies for help! What of our kingdom's reputation? Have you no pride?” “I cannot think of my pride when our people go hungry. They're all I can think of.” I’m screaming over the fact that what ends up beating sense into Arthur is his love for his people. I want to cry. He loves his people so much that his battle cry is “for the love of Camelot” 😭❤️
“Very well. But if you'd caught the sorcerer, I would not have to. That's your responsibility! One day you will understand what it takes to be King!” One day, Uther, you’ll learn to blame yourself for other people’s suffering.
“My people are starving. Camelot is on the verge of collapse. And it is all my doing.“ IT DIDN’T EVEN TAKE ARTHUR A DAY TO LEARN THIS I WANT TO CRY 😭 FUCK YOU UTHER YOU DON’T DESERVE ARTHUR AT ALL. (also the fact that Arthur fiddles with Ygraine’s ring as he says this 😭❤️)
“I trust Arthur with my life” the fact that arthur proves that trust right both in this episode by drinking the goblet and in the previous episode by admitting that he “of course” would not kill Will despite thinking he was a sorcerer.
Why the hell does Anhora use a sword to cast the vine spell.
“I thought I told you to stay at home.” Every time Arthur calls Camelot ‘home’ for Merlin I 🥺
Are those carvings... horseshoes...? Making the shape of a heart....? I--
(Sorry guys. By this point it’s 200% certain that my shipper brain is going to take over. Please expect a lot of screaming)
“What kind of ridiculous test is that? What does that prove?” “What it proves is for you to decide.” Which means that by the end, Arthur realizes what this test proves. And he proves what is truly in his heart by sacrificing his life for merlin. Remember “To sacrifice his life to save Gwen’s... I can’t imagine any man loving me so much.” “I certainly can’t imagine that either” “That’s because you’re not like Merlin. He’s a lover” “Yeah? Maybe that’s because I haven’t found the right person to love”. Remember how in the book adaptation this episode, it says that Arthur proves that there is love in his heart by giving his life for Merlin? Remember “there was magic at the heart of Camelot”? Remember how in the book version Arthur doesn’t deny having love in his heart when Anhora says so when the Unicorn lives again, and instead turns his head to smile at Merlin--
“I’m glad you’re here, Merlin.” @thebookluvrr1816 More 1x11-finale parallels to scream about 😭 The book version describes Merlin’s surprise at this statement, and how he thought it was “ironic and unfair” that they understood each other "at the very moment that death was about to tear them apart.”
“No, I will drink it!” “As if I’d let you.” Someone stop these dollopheads from having a domestic about who will die for the other i beg
“You know me, Merlin. I never listen to you.” reminds me of “I’m the king Merlin, you can’t tell me what to do.” “I always have. I’m not going to change now.” Also, in the books Arthur actually says “farewell, Merlin” after this. Book Arthur is way more suave just saying.
HOW ARTHUR LOOKS INTO MERLIN’S EYES IN HIS FINAL MOMENTS UNTIL HE ISN’T PHYSICALLY ABLE TO ANYMORE. SOMEONE HELP ME 😭
“This was Arthur's test, not yours.“ idk but this reminds me of the fisher king saying “For this is not Arthur's quest, it is yours.“
“You've killed him! I was meant to protect him!” This is going to sound harsh but by this point I think Merlin was still putting Arthur’s destiny above Arthur himself. In the books, there’s a distinct difference in how he feels about Arthur’s death in this scene compared to 1x13 (I’m amazed at how fast his feelings changes, actually). Here, I feel like he focuses more on his own failure to protect Arthur as part of his destiny, but in 1x13, he says that the idea of destiny not being fulfilled was nothing compared to the idea of not being by Arthur’s side. I wonder what happens between this and 1x13 for Merlin’s feelings to change so much.
THIS HAS PROBABLY BEEN STATED MULTIPLE TIMES BEFORE BUT “HE HAS PROVEN WHAT IS TRULY IN HIS HEART“ AS THE CAMERA FOCUSES ON MERLIN. PRODUCERS YOU AIN’T SNEAKY.
Merlin’s smile as he looks down at Arthur sleeping 🥺
Arthur looking at Uther’s hand on his shoulder as if he’s trying to identify a foreign object 🙂 I can never say this enough but fuck you Uther.
“When he who kills a unicorn proves himself to be pure of heart, the unicorn will live again.” this is a stretch but it reminds me of “when Albion’s need is greatest, Arthur will rise again.”
And that’s done! I have a small meta that ties the theme of Arthur and magic in this episode to the same themes in 1x10, but I might do it on a separate post since this one is already so long 😂
#bbc merlin#merlin meta#long post#1x11#merthur? merthur#someone stop me from having 4 spirals every episode#this is why my chronological watches take me so long
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Over-Emotional: Danny Phantom Oneshot.
Original idea by @amabsis on their post right here!!
[Originally written on a reblog of the prompt but it went all screwy and left an incomplete version so I made it it's own post and I've made a few grammar and spelling edits. Sorry for any confusion!!]
(This is the first thing I've ever written for the DP Phandom so I apologize if it's a little OOC)
⚠️(TW: DESCRIPTIONS OF A PANIC ATTACK AND GORE!!!!!)⚠️
Danny drifted through the skies of Amity Park, following the streets which were slick with recent rain. The stars twinkled merrily above and the beams from the street lights seemed to buzz through the comforting, crisp air. Not a sound disrupted the mellow atmosphere and ghosts had appeared to leave tonight alone and retired to their lairs. A soothing night such as this would have been Danny's favorite; it would have been a much needed break from his overly stressful life.
Yet Danny couldn't shake off the creeping apprehension even as he twisted in and out of alleyways back into the lit roads.
His parents had been working tirelessly on a project that they wouldn't tell him and Jazz about. Jack, their father, would always jump at the chance to describe what he was doing and couldn't keep his antics quiet for long. Maddie's, their mother, eyes would have brightened as she recounted the innovate idea she had conjured and the necessary calculations she could toy around with. These facts coupled with Jazz and Danny casually inquiring about their latest project would make them incredibly ecstatic.
But whenever the two had asked about it, put off by the unusual quiet of the parents, had only been given an amused smile and an occasional wink.
Tonight, before Danny's patrol and during dinner, Jazz had managed to weasel some information out of them. Though, it left more questions than answers.
"So, you guys have been in the lab a lot recently," Jazz said conversationally. "Working on some new ghost stuff? It seems important if you're spending most of the day down there."
Maddie had given her a deliberate look like someone who'd finally decided to take a second cookie.
"It's our greatest invention yet," she said lowly and excitedly. "I think your dad and I have found the solution to our little ghost problem."
The siblings gulped and tried to suppress their shudders.
"It's not going to hurt them is it? Phantom and the other ghosts." Jazz's voice was even and didn't show a hint of a tone shift.
"Surprisingly, no. No harm will be dealt to them. It's not like they can feel anyway. That's exactly the problem," Jack chimed excitedly before going back to his ectoplasm contaminated lasagna.
"Besides, we wouldn't want to hurt the object of our daughter's affection. We all know about your crush on Phantom," Maddie teased but then added with a small frown. "Though it's not healthy to have a crush on ghosts at all."
Jazz gave an aggressive gagging noise and Danny was torn between hysterical laughter and a gag of his own. Dinner resumed as normal —well, as normal as you could get being a Fenton— and Danny took note of the fact his parents had refused to say anymore.
Danny was busy going over and dissecting the conversation and lax in his attention to his surroundings by the inactivity that he didn't notice the two shadow-cloaked figures tailing him. The taller one with a broader build was holding an intimidating gun, that looked like it was straight out of an eighties sci-fi movie, on his back.
Maybe I should head back, Danny thought to himself. I have so much homework due and a test tomorrow. A pop quiz in calculus and a lab in science. I have to meet Nathan at my study hall period and at lunch. Liz needs my help…
On and on the list went as Danny subtlety started flying home. Just thinking of things that needed done was making him more anxious and tired.
"Phantom, we'll have you now," Jack cried, his voice echoing in the hollow streets.
Danny turned around, slightly aggravated when he was struck by a violet beam and plummeted, crashing to the sidewalk.
"Jack! I told you to wait," Maddie chastised as they walked over to Danny who had barely sat up.
His head swam and Maddie and Jack looked like the reflections of a carnival fun house mirror. Though his vision corrected itself quickly.
"I think you might have given him a concussion. But that doesn't make sense, ghosts don't have brains," Maddie said, slightly confused. She reached out to gingerly place her fingertips on Danny's temple and he flinched.
"Don't touch me!!" Danny had yelled louder then he meant to and his voice came out with an extra echo; like he had been about to use his ghostly wail. The three stilled before Danny began crawling backwards, keeping his eyes on Jack and Maddie at all times.
"I don't wanna hurt you," Danny whimpered and tears sprang to eyes like a line of men ready to battle. Why the hell was he crying!? He didn't cry easy, at least not of late, and he'd been in these situations and worse without crying so why was he breaking down now??
Maddie looked at him with wide eyes and her hand, which had still been suspended in shock, dropped to her belt and Danny panicked.
"Don't hurt me!" Danny tried to pick himself up to fly, to get the hell out of dodge but when he went to stand his vision and black an —god why were his veins burning with adrenaline???
Danny's chest was caving, that was the only explanation as his ribs seized and threatened to crush his lungs. His heart had left its place and sprinted from the back of his throat down to right beneath his collarbone before starting all over again. Has his hands always been this sweaty??? Tremors wracked through his limbs —he couldn't deal with this now!! He needed to finish his Hamlet essay, and review his history notes, and hadn't Liz asked him to buy popsicle sticks for their art project??? That's what he had forgotten!! He can't think of this now!! Maddie and Jack could easily catch him now —but oh, God was he screwed when —if— when he went to school the next day.
"Phantom, you're having a panic attack," Maddie said calmly.
"No, shit there, Sherlock." Danny bit his bottom lip to prevent another scathing comment from escaping. Usually he had better control of his mouth believe it or not. He put his head between his knees, closing his eyes and trying to focus on, well, nothing. He felt tears slip from his eyes and barely stopped himself from screaming.
"You know what a panic attack is?" Jack titled his head as he scanned over his shaking form.
"Jack did you put the settings up too high while we were following him?"
"Of course not! I was very careful not to bounce anything out of place. You've Done the math, four times, it should be perfectly calibrated." Jack twisted the purple and silver metallic gun in his hands, giving it a thorough look over.
"What the fuck are you two talking about!!" The scientists' head whipped back to see Danny's eyes glowing a tad brighter than before and his mouth transfixed into a snarl. Maddie slid a careful hand to her holster.
"Our newest invention. Ghosts, well most of them, are just whispers of feelings that people once had. They can't actually feel and so they do bad things or... or they mimic human behaviors really well to make it seem like they do, like they're human." Maddie's voice trailed off at the end as if seeing if he would explode.
Danny felt that normally he would have but he started to hyperventilate. How was he going to reverse it??? Was there even a way to do so or did they not include a reverse button by mistake (on purpose?) like they had mistakenly put the 'on' button inside the portal??
"We're going to take you to the lab. Check your... concussion and to stabilize your mood. Run a few tests..."
Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodoh—
They would strap him down and cut and lay his chest open like a butterfly steak and their hungry eyes would roam over him and their hands would devour him by pulling at his nerve endings and removing his organs and Danny would scream until his voice was hoarse and then some like a helpless lamb. Would he bleed blood or ectoplasm when they drained him? Would they take turns as he bleed out?? Or would they flow out together like some sort of demented, holiday dinner?? Or—
"Phantom! You need to calm down." Maddie was at his side (when had she gotten there?) and was squeezing his hand. Danny briefly noted her eyes were filled with worry as her goggles hung at her neck. "Just breathe with me okay, please."
"Breathe with her, buddy" Jack, who sat on the other side of Danny, whispered as he gently rubbed circles on the boy's lower back. "It's gonna be okay. We aren't going to hurt you."
Danny wanted to say a smart aleck remark about them not having the same sentiment five minutes ago but instead focused on his breathing. He faced his head skyward and tried to count the stars. Nothing but him and the stars, no home— just the stars.
Danny was reminded of the time he went stargazing with the rest of his family. A rare occasion as Maddie and Jack seemed to always be working. They had smiled so big at him as he pointed out constellations, awestruck. Jazz had nodded along as she listened attentively with a smile of her own. The night hadn't been more clear in months and more stars then usually were out. The picnic blanket they laid on was soft and him and Jazz had rested in between their parents and God they had been so happy then—
Danny let out an involuntary sob. The melancholy seemed to come from the depths of his chest but at least it seemed to push out the panic.
"Phantom," Maddie asked as she huddled closer to him. Phantom, not Danny. It hadn't really bothered him before; they didn't know it was him so why would they call him by his name?
But it still made him cry harder. He wanted to tell them. He wanted to so, so bad.
Jazz had urged him to tell them. But Danny had always been afraid. Scared that they wouldn't want him anymore.
Now the sadness had overwhelmed the fear and the panic. He felt so isolated even when his parents were next to him, right there, trying to coax him into being calm. He had to tell them. He had to do it now because he wouldn't be this impulsive again.
He felt the white rings gloss over him and heard Jack yell out "Phantom". When it was over he heard them gasp.
"D-Danny," Maddie choked out.
"I'm so sorry," Danny said through his tears. He chanted it over and over again as his parents reassured him that he had nothing to be sorry for and that they should apologize.
The three sat there for quite some time, huddled close and crying together.
Soon they would head home and take care of Danny's quickly healing concussion and reverse the effects of the gun. They would ask questions tomorrow after school but, for now, they tucked him into bed, something they hadn't done since he was eleven, and gave him their good night kisses on his temple before creeping to their room unaware of Jazz watching them from her bedroom door. She would text Sam and Tucker an explanation and ask them to give Danny the answers to the homework in the morning. She slipped into bed and fell asleep.
The streets were barely slick with rain anymore. The stars twinkled merrily and the street lights buzzed. The crisp, cool air was calm and mellow. The night soothing and the Fentons were a family once again.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#maddie fenton#jack fenton#jazz fenton#danny phantom prompt#danny phantom prompt fill#danny phantom oneshot#danny phantom fic#prompt fic#prompt fill#prompt oneshot
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If you’re reading this, I’m coming back to Chicago, beetch
The non-existent rumors are true. After a brief 10-month exit from the city to soak up the fresh air and social distance-friendly suburbs, I am now returning to Chicago as a single, slightly more anxious version of myself. While I’m still trying to kick some of the anxiety and OCD that COVID-19 pushed from “lifelong tagalongs” to “all-controlling demons”, I feel 97% ready to be back where I feel most myself, and cannot wait to welcome that change. While that 3% still makes me a little uncomfy and hesitant, I’m a believer in pushing your boundaries to allow yourself to grow, and also, I am really sick of suburbs food.
Ha! I joke. I wouldn’t move downtown simply for access to more diverse & higher quality food... or would I? All I know is while there are plenty of gems in the North Shore, I’ve eaten take out from all of them ten times over, and I did not foster my dislike of cooking out of nowhere. My parents do not enjoy cooking, my sister pretends to enjoy cooking, and I will cook if it is 5 ingredients or less. My latest speciality is a toasted bagel with butter, hummus, and EBTB seasoning. Voila. So when it comes to dinner, we are living off of a carousel of suburban favorites, and are losing steam as we are still not comfortable with dining inside (or dining inside in the city, where the fun food is).
All of this to say, it’s exciting to imagine what life is going to be like in a few short weeks. While I’m still extra precautionary, I can’t wait to have my own space downtown, where I can enjoy coffee on my little balcony (!!!) and dream of the days friends can come squeeze into my studio safely while I lay out an entire table of sharable spreads and snacks from Ema (Charred Eggplant Spread is the best one, don’t fight me).
So you may ask, how did you come to this decision to move to the heart of downtown out of seemingly nowhere, you hermit?
It starts with my mom and I having a brief, simultaneous breakdown and coming to the conclusion that we would both feel comfortable doing a staycation downtown, as long as we wore masks, sanitized always, and braved the cold to eat outside. This was big for me! As a person with real OCD, not cute TV show “I have to keep my pens straight” OCD, this would be the most exposure I’d had to a lot of uncontrollable variables since the pandemic started. If you’re thinking, “you get to spend a weekend downtown in a hotel with your mom, shut up”, know that I hear you. I am unbelievably grateful that I’ve gotten this time with my parents, and that we can do a staycation. However, having anxiety comes at a cost, and that cost is blowing everything way the fuck out of proportion instead of being able to rationalize it sometimes. Let’s! Normalize! Having! This! Discussion!
So, we went downtown in early March for a two-night stay, and oh my goodness. The realization that we got to be in a different space, and do different things, and eat different food for a weekend made it feel like a legit vacation, and not like we drove 30 minutes to get there. The view from our room was of Michigan Ave, and hearing the traffic and seeing the people out and about instantly made me feel a sense of peace I wasn’t expecting. I’ve lived downtown for 6 years, but it always shocks me how much the city feels like an extension of me once I’m in it after being away. My mom and I went out for a walk (gentle yet forceful reminder to please wear a mask), then decided to grab dinner while we were out. The plan was to bring it back to the room, but there was a warm spell, and there just happened to be a table for two at Topolobampo on Clark, and suddenly we were sitting on the patio under the lights eating masa quesadillas dipped in a spicy salsa verde. It just happened!!!
Before getting downtown, I was tentatively looking at apartments for the spring. I was looking at Lincoln Park, Old Town, maybe Lakeview, and came across a listing in the Gold Cost that caught my eye. That one was swiped out from under me within days, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the area. Then I discovered another unit that was available, and couldn’t shake it from my mind. Over mushroom tacos I discussed it with my mom, and we decided to go see it. Totally not what I had been planning for in terms of location, but why not?
Once we polished off breakfast the next morning (Eggs Benedict with fried eggs, extra hollandaise) we headed out to see the place. Let me say I have never seen my mom fall in love with a single apartment I’ve lived in, and she was ALL. FOR. IT. Unreal reaction on her part. Once I saw the west-facing views and the incredible natural lighting, I was 100% in as well.
We spent the rest of the weekend wandering the downtown area, enjoying another dinner outside at The Gwen and my mom’s first visit to the Starbucks Reserve Roastery, which was 95% more empty than I’ve ever seen it given we went in a pandemic at 8:30PM. Shit on Starbucks all you want, but that Roastery is an incredible use of space (in non-pandemic times) and the coffee & Princi pastries are really, really good.
When we got back home feeling refreshed and like we had actually gone on a vacation, I jumped into apartment shark mode real fast and signed as many documents as the very kind realtor could send over. One week later, whabaam, I was a Gold Coast girl. Ahem, *lady*. What better way to celebrate than going to Somerset and having the Rapini & Roasted Garlic Flatbread and Wild Mushroom Risotto? No clue. As I sat outside, yet again with my mom, I felt a wave of excitement come over me and realized, this is it. This is the sign and feeling I’ve been waiting for, telling me it’s time to move back to the city and start over. The creamy, herbacious risotto also helped solidify that.
SO. After all of that, the news is I’m moving, and you’re probably wondering why I shared all of this on a blog about food. I meant for this post to be about everywhere I ate during my staycation, but realized quickly we ate at some very basic places - DELICIOUS, but still basic. Oops. Below are all the dishes I had and a rundown of the flavors, textures, etc., however don’t expect to find any new, revolutionary restaurants. Sorry!
1. Topolobampo
This Rick Bayless restaurant has been around forever, and unfortunately, you can tell by the interior. We’ve eaten here as a family a couple of times before, but never had a noteworthy experience. I can confirm that in a pinch, the patio covered in fun lights & mini piñatas, and the sharable, filling bites will do just fine. This was my first time going to a Mexican restaurant as a non-alcohol drinker, and instead of my typical mezcal margarita, I opted for a Fresh Limeaide which was refreshing and flavorful. We split the Guacamole and Chips, which if you’ve ever stopped at the Frontera in O’Hare, you know is good as fuck. It’s smooth, creamy, tangy, and topped with chopped onions and cilantro for a little crunch. It’s not the most life-changing, but it is consistently satisfying. Next, we got the Mushroom Tacos and Masa Quesadillas. The Masa Quesadillas were a fun surprise, as instead of a tortilla, the masa is what makes up the outside. They are almost like empanadas and stuffed with gooey, melty cheese, and come with a spicy salsa verde on the side. I would come back for these alone - they’re rich yet light, warm, and comforting, all the things you would want when dining outside when it’s still a little chilly. The Mushroom Tacos were quite frankly unreal, because whatever they seasoned the mushroom slices with and grilled them on made them taste unlike any mushroom I’ve had before. There was definitely some meat crossover on the grill, so don’t order those if you’re vegan, or ask them to prepare the mushroom separately. I however was LOSING MY MIND. Over mushrooms. The joys of being vegetarian!
2. The Gwen
On a happening Saturday night in Chicago, Upstairs at The Gwen is sure to be a packed scene. Located in River North, this hotel bar/restaurant offers a somehow cozy rooftop filled with loungey couches, fire pits, and ambient lighting, even though you’re surrounded by apartments and skyscrapers and there is nothing “cozy” about River North. Every table was filled, yet since you’re outside and it’s fairy spread apart, it still felt safe. I got my new classic, a Lemonade, and we got the Burrata to start. With sourdough, roasted beets, squash, pomegranate, pistachio, & arugula, this plate was nothing short of mouth-watering. It has textures! It has flavors! It has pomegranate seeds, the TikTok must have of the moment! The bread was 10/10, the burrata was 8/10, and all of the toppings made for a very find bite of salad on their own. For my main I got the Lobster Fettucine, a beautiful bowl of “charcoal fettuccine with saffron-tomato sauce, lobster, calabrian chili butter, and basil-brioche crumbs” as listed on their website. Take any of those ingredients and it’s going to be delicious, but all of them TOGETHER? INCREDIBLE. The chunks of lobster were huge, absolutely making the dish worth its price tag, and the sauce was flavorful, unique, and unlike any sauce I’ve tasted in the last few years. It’s typical to do a squid ink pasta with seafood and tomato sauce, but the saffron added a new element I very much appreciated.
3. The Starbucks Roastery
I KNOW. THIS IS A TOURIST DESTINATION. All I am saying is if there’s no line, go get an iced latte with two packets of sugar in the raw. That’s all. It’s really good after something like, I don’t know, Lobster Fettucine.
4. The Penninsula
You cannot go wrong with hitting up The Penninsula for breakfast or brunch, especially if you are staying there and have the option to do room service. Typically we would go to Pierrot Gourmet, the cafe in the ground floor of The Penninsula, however it has been closed temporarily. If there’s one thing to order with your breakfast, it’s the smashed fingerling potatoes. Delish.
5. Somerset
Somerset is becoming a quick go-to of mine for an impromptu dinner downtown, given it’s in the heart of Gold Coast and is cute if you’re sitting indoors or outdoors. The food is nothing too innovative, but it is done well, which is the most important part with “cuter” restaurants that may focus on the Instagram appeal over the food sometimes. Each time I’ve gone I’ve gotten the seasonal flatbread and a pasta or risotto, usually something with mushrooms, and it’s always been plate-licking good. To drink, I got -you guessed it- a Lemonade! For dinner I went with the Wild Mushroom Risotto which was everything you could hope for in a risotto, topped with olive oil, herbs, and local parmesan. We split the Rapini & Roasted Garlic Flatbread which was as it sounds, flatbread covered in rapini, garlic, and ricotta, which added a nice crunch and had enough rapini to feel like it was replacing a boring vegetable side dish or salad. The patio vibes were wonderful, the judgemental girls in the greenhouses looked like they were having a good time, and our waiter couldn’t have been sweeter. I will be going back to try the Fontina Arancini, which I just noticed on the menu. FRICK.
So there you have it, a very long-winded explanation of the last few weeks of my life and where you can find me on a staycation in Chicago. Hopefully once I move back to the city I’ll have endless new spots to try and won’t be basic anymore!
Until next time, Happy Eating!
-Natalie
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Untamed Fic Rec List
Look, most of these are reasonably popular fics already, so if you’ve been in this fandom for a couple months you’ve likely read them. Which is not how I normally do rec lists, but I’m new enough to Untamed that I’m still reading through all the fics by authors I know from other fandoms plus ones that have been personally recced to me, so I haven’t made it into the deep dive of underappreciated fics that I normally like to rec.
It doesn’t help that one of these recs is 445K, so for like two weeks straight it was basically all I was reading.
BUT if, like me, you are rather new to this fandom and its fics, here are some good ones:
The Same Moon Shines Series by sami
This is the 445K behemoth, made up of 23 works, and is technically made up of three interrelated series. The first fic, which establishes the whole universe/multiverse, is 139K on its own. Basically, decades into the canon future, WWX invents time travel.
He goes back to being born, but is reborn with all his memories intact. And he fixes, like, fucking everything and it’s so, so fucking satisfying. Everything’s not perfect though - for example, he like lowkey (highkey?) traumatizes LXC by showing him his previous life via empathy and that has some consequences eventually. Featuring ace poly JC/LXC/WQ triad.
Then in a cracky subseries, appropriately called “ridiculous future bullshit”, we assume that the main six from this universe (WWX, LWJ, JC, WQ, LXC, JYL, & Lan Sizhui) all achieve immortality and find out what they’re up to in the modern day, where they’re revered in the Five Nations (this does a great job of staying in the canon world instead of ours) but of course white Western assholes do things like try and make a disney movie called Hanguang-Jun and the Yiling Patriarch where they marry LWJ off to a girl.
And then in a third subseries, which so far has only one WIP fic, we go back to the canon universe, find out that JC and LWJ were stuck there watching WWX disappear in his time machine array (so WWX actually split off into another universe, he didn’t rewind his own), and so they get into the array having no idea what it will do but wanting to chase down the asshole they love. And so a third universe is born, where they are both born with their memories but WWX is not. I absolutely love seeing how different their priorities are from WWX’s in terms of what they want to change in their new life.
(Also: This is technically a MDZS fic that usually goes with novel canon over show canon if there’s a discrepancy, so if like me you haven’t read the whole novel you might need to look up some plot points now and then.)
The Vermillion Ribbon by @unforth
AU where Wei WuXian was taken in by Wen Qing and Wen Ning’s parents instead of the Jiangs. LWJ (who is the POV character) is a super DUPER dick to him at first, like even moreso than in canon, but the speed with which he regrets his choices is breathtaking and extremely satisfying.
LWJ is a VERY unreliable narrator. He has absolutely no idea what is going on with himself or anyone else at any point in time. Eventually he at least becomes self-aware of this fact, and can at least go wait am I missing something? I think I’m missing several somethings but fuck if I know what. Wei WuXian not understanding this about him leads to some miscommunication, because WWX doesn’t get that LWJ needs absolutely everything spelled out to him in single-syllable words with crayon drawings and y’know, WWX isn’t going to be straightforward anytime he can pretend he’s TOTALLY FINE :D :D :D instead.
LWJ’s friendship with NHS is magical, and NHS in general gets 810% more opportunity to scheme and plot pre-time-of-NMJ’s-canonical-death than in canon and is honestly living his best life. It’s also valuable for LWJ to have a scheming friend because, aside from realizing he misjudged WWX, this is how he starts to figure out that he’s a dumbass who has no idea what is going on ever. But he can count on NHS to always be ten steps ahead, so it’s okay.
(ETA: I’m sorry, I made unforth feel like maybe LWJ was too dense, and no, he’s very much not stupid in general. Like, honestly the fact that he becomes so self-aware of the things he’s bad at, and does things like trust NHS to always understand the stuff he’s missing, makes him come off as very intelligent. It’s just in the specific realm of understanding anything that people say or do that isn’t 100% honest and straightforward that he is just entirely hopeless in a rather relatable way, and like I said, WWX’s go-to is hiding any and all pain so that is a bad combo.)
The Fire Lapping Up the Creek by notevenyou
This diverges from canon when WWX is on his way to Jin Ling’s one month celebration, but doesn’t bring Wen Ning along. So when Jin Zixun attacks it goes very poorly for him, poorly enough that Jin Zixuan thinks he’s dead and it’s reported back at Carp Tower as such. Sending LWJ into a dissociative state. He manages to break through to reality just long enough to find out that Jin Zixuan took WWX’s body back to the burial mounds and left it with Wen Qing, and to get on his sword and go directly there. Thankfully, it turns out that WWX is not dead, but only just barely so.
So LWJ stays there, because now that he spent some amount of time (he isn’t really sure if it was like five minutes or two hours, because dissociation) thinking WWX was dead he now knows that he should never, ever be anywhere but with WWX.
Honestly, it almost feels like a spoiler to say WWX doesn’t die, but there’s no major character death warning while there IS one for graphic violence so it’s not a chose not to warn either, so that’s technically not a spoiler. But things are touch-and-go for him for a very, very long time. And the romance is a slow burn with pining galore. And you get to see LWJ teaching A-Yuan to play the guqin, so like imagine being WWX and you wake up from almost dying to see that going on in your cave.
Velle: to will, to wish by @aerlalaith
This one is actually canon-compliant, and as it’s both quite a bit shorter and more straightforward, plot-wise, than the others, my writeup will be short but that doesn’t mean I loved it any less. Basically, it’s the process of LWJ deciding to adopt A-Yuan in the aftermath of WWX’s death. It starts just after he’s been beaten for turning against the other cultivators, and at first it’s mostly his grief and both physical and emotional pain. A-Yuan starts slipping in to visit him. and LWJ isn’t sure if he’s really okay with that at first.
Of course he becomes very okay with it, but the Lan elders and Lan Qiren and all aren’t just going to be like “ok sure you can barely walk you should def adopt a four-year-old of unclear origins who may or may not have something to do with your demonic dead boyfriend and the evil people he helped, that’s cool,” so it’s not that simple.
There’s a followup fic where, years later, LWJ chooses the courtesy name Sizhui and Xichen gives him shit for it.
save a sword, ride a socialist by sysrae / @fozmeadows
Continuing on my grand tour of Untamed fics by my fave writers from other fandoms, I get to enjoy having overlapped with foz on a third straight fandom which is just fabulous. I totally thought I wasn’t gonna read AUs and then this asshole comes along and writes AUs, which is not playing fair.
I especially love this because it’s modern day but much like ridiculous future bullshit it’s modern day in (more or less) a canonish world, not our world. So like, they fly on swords, but not long distances because it’s easier to take a train or drive rather than use up all that spiritual energy.
Lan Qiren and Jin Guangshan miss the old ways, though, and they think the best ancient tradition to bring back is arranged marriage! Because that will go over well with today’s youth. They try to make LWJ marry Mianmian but he’s like “um I’m gay” and LQ throws a hissy fit about that so Jin Zixuan (who is LWJ’s bestie and is fucking hilarious) hatches a plot for LWJ to cause LQ to stroke out by bringing WWX to Lan Xichen’s birthday party as his fake date.
But when LWJ and WWX meet up to talk this over, LWJ is instantly fucked because WWX has a small child with him and it turns out that this small child is the orphan he adopted. He doesn’t notice he’s fucked until a few days later, though, when WWX comes over for “kissing practice” and they fuck and he calls Jin Zixuan all “I think I caught a feel, what do?” and JZX is like idk, you’re a moron, don’t ask me to clean up your moron messes. And the next day LWJ buys a car seat.
Lan Wangji heard about Jack 110% Zimmermann and said “challenge accepted,” is what I’m saying here. And now I’ve written as much about this 33k fic as I did about the 445k, so I’ll shut up before I just recount the entire plot.
#the untamed#fic recs#wangxian#if I haven't recced your fic I probably haven't read it yet#literally this is most of the fics I've managed to read so far#when I say the same moon shines took up all of my reading time for 2-3 weeks I am being entirely serious#and then vermillion ribbon is 220+k so it took a week or two too#so like i've got ao3 emails waiting in my inbox for fics by tippy and moosefeels and through_shadows_falling and a few others#I promise I will get to them!
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Asshole // Hitoshi Shinsou
Introduction
Warnings: Launguage, Mentions of sex, sexual themes, Fuckboy!Shinsou, UA college!AU, mentions of underage drinking, all characters are 18+ hence the college AU
Summary: You end up in a sticky situation after a horrible mistake leaves you pregnant, and not with your boyfriend’s baby
A/n: Ok so I got this idea after I stumbled upon my wattpad account from a while ago when all of the stories on there were about the reader getting pregnant and then I rewatched glee which just made the need I felt to write this so strong. So here we are, a classic cliché that I’m not even ashamed about writing lmao. Except for the fact that this chapter is a MESS but pls bear with me bc its just the intro so it’s like a mashed together little thing of need to know information. The sentence I just wrote hurt my brain, anyway, on with the story.
Oh also, I am making this series completely on a whim! Like I just got the idea and wrote it down, so if y’all like it then please tell me and I’ll make sure to keep it going!
You stared down at the white stuck in your hand in disbelief. It couldn’t have been right, except for the fact that three others said the exact same thing. Pregnant. You never realized one world could be so earth shattering. How the hell were you supposed to continue hero studies with a baby in your stomach? You were just starting out your final year of college, it couldn’t end like this, not now.
What were you supposed to tell your parents? What were you supposed to say to your teachers? How were you supposed to tell Denki?
A panicked look struck your features at the thought of the adorable blonde. You’d been dating since the beginning of second year, and you couldn’t be more in love with him. You figured he’d probably take it fine, if it weren’t for the fact that it wasn’t his.
Four months ago you had a really bad pregnancy scare. You didn’t get your period for almost two months and you got really, really sick. It scared Denki and you from having sex since and you still haven’t fully gotten back to it.
In those four months of your chastity however, someone else’s opportunity struck. Denki’s best friend Shinsou had always wanted you, as you were the one girl he couldn’t have. You were his best friend’s, off limits, and he couldn’t stand it. He always got what he wanted, and he wanted you. So at a party you got super wasted, though Denki ended up in much worse shape than you. Kirishima ended up taking him home but you were dancing with Mina at the time so he didn’t bother to tell you. In your faded haze you didn’t think twice about Shinsou sauntering over to dance with you.
The next morning you woke up in his dorm with nothing but his tee shirt on. You sobbed for hours at what you’d done, especially because you had no clue it even happened. You made Shinsou swear that Denki wouldn’t know, and he agreed.
Ever since then it’s never been talked about, he didn’t act any different around you, and Denki had no clue. You still beat yourself up about it because Denki is the best thing that’s ever happened to you, and if there was anything you could take back in life it’d be that night. If only you hadn’t been drinking, if only you’d stayed with Denki instead of dancing with Mina, if only you could’ve gotten Denki to just stay home with you that night instead.
Tears streamed wildly down your face as you sunk to the ground, test clutched in your hand as you sobbed. You didn’t know how long you were there for, but you knew it was a long time. Your butt growing sore from sitting on the tile floor and the area under your eyes becoming raw from your tears.
You sucked in a deep, shaky breath. You stood back up and looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked like a mess, but you told yourself you deserved it. It was your mistake, and now you were gonna pay.
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You woke up a little earlier than normal, the sick feeling you’d had for the last couple weeks bubbling in your stomach. You shot up and ran toward the bathroom, thankfully making it to the toilet. After you started to feel a little better after puking your guts out, you got up and brushed your teeth extra good.
Class was starting soon so you just decided to get ready for the day. You’d only woken up about fifteen minutes early so you were only slightly ahead of schedule. In the middle of adjusting your tie, you felt a wave of nausea wash over you again. You leaned forward, gripping the edge of the bathroom counter. You let your head fall forward as you shut your eyes. It felt like you could keep it down for second, but you knew you couldn’t. You rushed to the toilet and did what you needed to.
A knock sounded through the room as you were standing back up. You turned toward you room door, covering your mouth as you looked at it silently for a moment.
“Who’s there?” You called, turning back to start brushing your teeth again.
“Your sexy boyfriend” Denki replied, entering your room. He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You sleep in late? You’re normally ready by now” he commented, watching as you brushed your teeth. You finished up what you were doing before replying.
“Yeah” you mumbled, placing your hands on his arms that were wrapped around you lovingly. You stared down at them and couldn’t help feeling guilty, though your face held a blank expression.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, turning you around. He placed his hand on your hips, tilting his head at you.
“Nothing, I’m just tired” you lied, a small smile on your face. He nodded and lifted you up so he was carrying you. You giggled lightly, wrapping your legs around his waist to support yourself.
“Well would you like a lift to class?” He asked cheekily. You nodded, making him smile as he leaned in to peck your lips.
“Thank you Denki” you smiled, laying your head on his shoulder.
“You’re welcome” he replied, slinging his backpack ove one of his shoulders. He placed your backpack on you before making his way over to the school.
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“So, (Y/n), have you told Denki yet?” Shinsou’s voice rang out as he started walking next to you down the hallway. You furrowed your eyebrows, hoping he wasn’t gonna say what you thought he was.
“What are you talking about?” You asked, shaking your head as you kept your eyes forward. He smirked, glancing at your cheeks that were starting to redden. He couldn’t tell if it was out of frustration or embarrassment, but he knew he caused it. And he liked that.
“You know, that you’ve got one in the oven” he answered casually. You stopped dead in your tracks, staring at him mouth agape. He walked a few steps forward and turned to face you.
“No I don’t” you stated, avoiding eye contact as you started walking again. He scoffed and kept pace with you at your side once again.
“You forget who takes out the trash” he retorted. “Hard to miss seeing four positive pregnancy tests” he added. You snapped toward him, grabbing his bicep tightly.
“Keep your voice down” you whisper scolded. He raised his eyebrows at you as his lips slightly parted.
“So it’s true?” He asked, disbelief eveident in his voice. You glanced around at the bustling hallways before grunting annoyedly and pulling him into an empty classroom.
“What do you want Shinsou? Do you just get off on ruining my life or something?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest while glaring at him. He walked around the front of the room silently for a moment before sitting down on a desk. He stayed silent so you took that as your cue to keep going. “First you fuck up my relationship by getting me wasted and taking advantage of me, which makes me feel guilty because I know that if Denki ever found out he’d be heartbroken, then not only did you sleep with me when I was hammered, you got me pregnant. It just makes it worse that you’re his best friend” you ranted, sitting yourself down on a desk as you let everything sink in.
“It is mine then?” He asked, eyes locked on your stomach. You shifted uncomfortably, hugging your stomach and hunching forward so it was no longer visible. “I mean I figured, since Denki’s been in a dry spell and the only time you would’ve done anything otherwise was with me”
“How would you know what Denki’s sex life is like?” You asked defensively, making him scoff.
“Please, Denki’s my best friend. You think he doesn’t tell me every time you fuck?” He asked rhetorically. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you turned a dark red color. “Don’t worry he doesn’t spare any of the gorey details either. I know just how you like it, or well, how he says you do. There’s some things he doesn’t know” he added.
“Do you know how punchable of a face you have?” You asked, standing back up and placing your hands on your hips. He raised an eyebrow and crossed his own arms.
“How long do you plan on keeping this from him?” He asked you, playing with the rings on his fingers while he waited for you to speak again.
“Shinsou I just took those stupid tests two days ago. I haven’t even been to a doctor yet, there’s still a possibility that I’m not” you commented, mostly as false hope for yourself.
“You throw up this morning?” He asked, staring up at you. You were staring down at your feet ashamedly, something you found yourself doing a lot of lately. “I’m pretty sure four tests wouldn’t all be positive if you weren’t” he pointed out, making you sigh.
“What do you want from me Shinsou?” You asked defeatedly. You could already feel pressure building up behind your eyes as they teared up. “As you could probably tell I’m already going trough some shit and I’d appreciate if you didn’t add to that” he was about to speak, but someone else’s voice rang through the room.
“What the hell’s happening here?” Denki’s voice sounded through the room. You looked up at him with tear filled eyes and his expression immediately turned concerned. “Woah, are you ok babe?” He asked, walking briskly over to you. You leaned forward, pressing your face into his chest as the reality of your situation hit you again. “Dude what’d you say to her?” He asked Shinsou angrily, holding you protectively against him. Shinsou glanced at you, who was giving him a pleading look and he sighed.
“I didn’t say anything” he replied, before slinging his bag over his shoulder and walking out of the room.
Denki stood in the middle of the classroom with you sobbing into his chest, slightly confused. Nonetheless, he held you close and whispered sweet nothings in your ear until you calmed down.
“What happened babe?” He asked, sitting you down on the desk you were on previously. You wiped your face, sniffling as you tried to think of something to tell him.
“One of my grandma’s friends died. I was close with her and I just needed to talk to someone. Shinsou was the first one I saw” you lied. He frowned and pulled you back to his chest.
“I’m so sorry (Y/n)” he whispered, holding you tightly against him. “I’m glad you can go to my best friend with stuff like that though, makes me glad that you two are close” he commented, running his fingers through your hair.
“Yeah” you whispered, shutting your eyes tightly. “Close”
#bnha x reader#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#mha x reader#hitoshi shinsou x reader#mha shinsou#bnha hitoshi shinsou#bnha shinsou hitoshi#hitoshi shinsou#shinsou x reader#bnha shinsou#shinsou hitoshi#mha#bnha#shinsou hitoshi x reader#shinsou x you
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Happy Birthday @Penpanoply!
Happy Birthday to my dear, incredibly brave, resilient, disturbingly positive, breathtakingly talented friend and purveyor of phenomenal hugs @penpanoply
Here’s a lil ficlet I wrote, inspired by your love of peanut sauce. I hope you don’t hate it <3 <3
Life is a Bowl of Peanut Sauce
Word Count: 1025
Read on AO3
Baz
“Hey babe.” Simon calls from the kitchen as I walk in the door.
The counter is a war zone of ingredients, as it tends to be when Snow cooks. I pause a moment to survey the damage. Hm. Not the usual dusting of flour and scone ingredients. This time it’s an exotic blend of lime husks, ginger knobs, garlic peels, bottle of tamari and—I do a double take—a jar of peanut butter. “What the hell are you doing, Snow?” That came out a little sharper than intended, but I’m knackered. Work was a beating and the Thai place was running even more laboriously behind than usual. “I told you I was getting takeaway.” I drop the bag on the island with an insulted thud.
“I know,” He sing-songs, pressing the button on the blender with a flourish. “I love that place,” he shouts over the whine of the machine. Merlin, I hate that infernal device. Its repulsively loud presence is an insult to the quiet sanctity of my home. The closest I ever came to breaking up with Simon was during his smoothie phase. (I would never actually break up with Simon.) (I did consider throwing the vile machine out the window though.) Thank Circe he decided he’d rather eat his meals than drink them.
If I was an emotionally mature adult, I would share with Simon how much I hate the fucking blender. I’m not, so instead I school my features and seethe in a pit of roiling fury until it cuts off. Simon, selfishly oblivious to my turmoil, has his back to me, bopping his head to whatever insipid nineties pop song is rattling around in there. What spell can I use to blow up the blender that won’t harm him?
Snow shuts the monstrosity off, restoring peace and order to the universe. I can breathe again. Everything is right with the world. I notice Simon must have gotten his hair cut today. I resist the urge to run my hands through the freshly shorn back and sides. It’s like velvet in this state, I usually start at his neck then work my way up into the curls. Simon’s bronze locks are always deliciously silky after my stylist has her way with them.
Simon takes the lid off of the blender and smiles down at his concoction. I sidle next to him to have a look, taking the opportunity to gratuitously rub his head. “What the fuck is that, Snow?” I recoil in horror. “It looks like baby shit.”
“Now, now Baz, that’s no way to talk about my culinary masterpiece,” Snow knocks my shoulder with his. “Anyway, what do you know about baby shit?”
“I have four significantly younger siblings. I have experienced more than my share of baby shit.”
“Oh, come off it, you posh git. You had nannies and staff.” Simon counters.
“They worked part-time. Daphne believed in hands-on parenting,” I shudder, “Which apparently translates to – make Baz deal with the kids while I work or engage in self-care.” I have nightmares of those summers. If I ever have to see another episode of Caillou or Thomas the Tank Engine, I may actually commit infanticide. “
Simon turns and slides his arms around me. “The horrors you’ve had to endure, my love,” He pulls me into an all-enveloping and vaguely condescending hug. “You are truly an inspiration to us all.”
“Fuck off,” I say halfheartedly, running my fingers through his curls for emphasis. “What is that vile sludge? It smells of peanuts and despair.”
“You’re half right,” Simon says, disentangling himself from me and dipping his finger into the carafe. The finger emerges covered in what looks like a terribly embarrassing bodily secretion and he proceeds to lasciviously lick it off.
“If you are trying to seduce me by licking that slop off of your finger, you are sorely misguided,” I say, leaning away. And that’s saying something, because normally, even Simon putting on deodorant is seductive.
“Come on, Baz, where’s your sense of adventure?” Simon grins at me and takes another swipe at the vile goop, sucking on his finger again.
“It stops at food that looks like gastrointestinal distress, Snow.”
Snow rolls his eyes and bumps my hip with his. “It’s peanut sauce, you coward. That place never gives us enough, so I thought I’d make my own.”
“Disgusting,” I reply, taking the bag of food to the table. “I never touch that stuff.”
I pop the staples on the package and start parceling out containers. “Anyway, I’m allergic to peanuts.”
“What?” Simon has poured the sauce into a soup bowl and dropped it at his spot. Sliding his chair back, “Do vampires have allergies?” His face is twisted adorably.
“Yeah, that garlic thing is a myth. It’s peanuts that can kill us.” I say absently, tossing him a box of spring rolls.
“Well, fuck this then,” Simon gets up with his bowl of muck and heads for the sink.
Shit. I scramble to grab Snow before he divests himself of his beloved sauce, “I’m just kidding, you knob. I’m not allergic to peanuts.”
“Ah-ha!” Snow smiles, managing to wrap an arm around me while holding his bowl, “I got you, you dramatic twat. Now you have to try this.”
“Absolutely not.”
Simon kisses my cheek before releasing me. “You don’t know what you’re missing, Baz. This is what heaven tastes like.”
“It’s a good thing my road goes straight to hell then.”
Simon hums, “I’ll just have to bring my peanut sauce when I follow you there.” He takes a spring roll and submerges it in sauce, swirling it around to ensure full, horrid coverage.
“Good thing I love you despite your culinary atrocities, Snow.”
Simon swallows the dripping mess in two disturbingly erotic bites. “Good thing I love you despite your shockingly mundane taste in foreign cuisine.”
He eyes me up and down, like I’m a particularly delicious snack. “Now hurry up and eat. I’ve thought up some other uses for this peanut sauce.” He narrows his eyes and gives me his best filthy grin.
“Crowley, Snow.” I nearly choke on my pad see ew.
#simon snow#baz pitch#snowbaz#domestic fluff#birthday ficlet#penpanoply#ode to peanut sauce#ficlet#my ficlet#happy birthday jess#love you
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Insecure butterfly
A/N: this was requested by anon, I’m sorry it took so long and it’s written so bad, but I hope you enjoy none the less! Let me know what you think! I based this on my own experience. If anyone has any requests, please send them to me!
Summary; Richie and Eddie’s daughter feel fat, and Richie and Eddie do their best to convince her otherwise.
warnings: bad self image, and curse words
The front door closes with a loud bang, as Richie tumbles trough it, a flower bouquet gripped tightly in his left hand. Among the flower bouquet is a combination of Zinnia’s, hibiscus and red saliva's, who granted don’t match, but they are Richie’s favorite flowers, and it’s only really meant to prove to Eddie and Calia that he thinks about them anyway, so they don’t have to.
He’s overcome with happiness, the sun warming every inch of his skin and making the world seem that much better and more welcoming, the smiles that have returned on everyone’s face at the first sighting of the heat resulting in one on his face too.
Summer has always been his favorite season, as a kid it was because it meant he was duty free, no school to worry about and no homework that he half-assed just to get it done. Summer was the equivalent to freedom, the losers and him always escaping to a place, mostly to the barrens, where parents couldn’t judge them, and there were no expectations, no rolls that they were forced into.
After the summer where Pennywise nearly killed them all, the season stopped representing joy, and instead depicted the dark, mind-numbing fear Richie had experienced for the very first time at IT’s hands. Then he forgot about IT, but his life dulled down so fully without his friend being there, that life was one long endless year he survived, barely taking notice of what the weather was like.
Re-meeting Eddie again after Mike called, caused summer to claim his rightful place as the number one time of the year once more.
So sue him for being excited that it’s summer break, but spending time with his family in the summer, to go camping or swimming, lit Richie up like a crystal ball, the inner child in him bubbling up to the surface. A list of things they can do holds Richie hostage, and he barely contains the excitement until he enters his home, trying to convey to the outside world that yes, he is a grown man and not a kid on Christmas eve.
He’s walking towards the kitchen, whistling a tune of a song Eddie hates, and Calia claims makes him appear even older then he is, searching around for his husband who by all means should have been home after dropping their daughter off with a friend.
Said husband ambushes him from behind, a hand gripping Richie’s bicep harder than strictly necessary, spooking Richie even when he tries to pretend it didn’t.
He turns around, his mouth halfway to making a joke already, but stopping once he spots the look of absolute dread coming from Eddie. At first he thinks it has something to do with Sonia, because even now that Eddie isn’t in contact with her anymore, devastation would still take a hold of him if something bad were to have occurred with her, but it’s not.
‘Our daughter’, Eddie says with a pinch of hysterics, ‘thinks she’s fat.’ His breathing comes in short gasps, which indicates that he’s about to have another panic attack, and Richie needs to hurry to distract him so he can steer it away.
‘I brought you flowers Eds. They smell all sweet and cute, like you.’ He decides on, shoving the bundle under his nose, attempting to make his smile as unsuspiciously as possible. Eddie takes to flowers and spares them a quick glance, before shoving them up the small table that’s mostly used for decoration, abandoning them for later.
‘I’m serious Rich, where did she even get that idea?’ He starts to pace up and down the room, sauntering in their living room where he resumes his hovering, deep in thought.
With a sigh, Richie follows him and takes a seat in their sofa. Of course what Eddie claims is concerning, but it wouldn’t be the first time that Calia entrusted him with something, and he was oblivious to the context in which it was said. Besides, at least one of them needs to be calm to resolve the situation, and it seemed like that task fell upon his today. ‘Did she say anything to you?’ Richie inquires, fishing for as much details as he can get. His earlier mood is completely obliterated, uneasy sitting in the pit of his stomach, despite his best attempts to stay focused.
‘No’, Eddie replies, sheepishly, as he comes to a stop and looks up at Richie guiltily.
‘Eddie, you can not spy on her.’
‘I did no such thing asshole’, Eddie defends. ‘I overheard her on the phone while she was in the car. There was no way that I didn’t hear anything, and it was not done on purpose.’ His hand chops in the air to accentuated his point, appalled at the accusation Richie made. ‘I’m not my mother.’
Immediately consumed with guilt, Richie scrambles off their couch, seizing Eddie’s hand in his to try and capture his eyes. The hurt that burns through him when Eddie snatches his hand away makes his feel even worse. ‘That’s not what I was trying to say Eds.’
With an eyebrow lifted, Eddie stares at him, as if daring him to spell out what he did mean then. His hands are fidgeting by his side, and Richie notices it right away, his own hands itching to comfort his husband.
‘I’m sorry okay? You could never be like your mom. A lot of parents check their kids phone Eds, that does not mean they’re your mother. I’m just against reading her texts, it’s her privacy. I should have realized that you respect her privacy as well and I’m sorry, but I will never, ever compare you to your mother okay?’
Eddie grunts, still a bit annoyed at Richie, but he accepts the kiss from him eagerly all the same, the anger draining out of him the second their lips touch. Privileged to be the one to have that effect on Eddie, but also understanding the severity of the situation, Richie struggles to detain a smile.
‘I’m sorry too, I was trying to pick a fight because I have no idea what to do with all this anxiety in me, but that was wrong.’ Eddie accounts for.
Richie shrugs it off, they have more important things to get too anyway, and he should have worded it better in the first place. ‘Well then we’re both sorry Eddie Spaghetti, now sit your cute ass down and tell me what happened.’
Relenting, Eddie trails after Richie, sinking down next to him, while he begins to tell the story from the start. ‘When I dropped her off this morning at Nina’s house, we were running a little late, so she called her to say that we were bound to arrive soon, and the two of them got talking. I don’t know what Nina said, I heard nothing of her side of the conversation, but Calia responded to her saying ‘I know that, but I’m too fat to wear such a thing anyway’, what the hell do we do Rich?’
Something bubbling up under the surface tries to make its way up, insistent and demanding Richie to accept it, to process it regardless of his tries not to.
Helplessness settles in in every pore of his being, prolonging his suffering and making his stomach turn violently. This somehow feels worse than Calia being sick, simply because there’s nothing really to be done.
Richie has spend more than enough of his childhood and adolescence hating the way he looked, and attempting to change all the things he didn’t like, revolted by the reflection that stared back at him, and followed him anywhere he went.
And it’s not something that anyone else can fix for you either. Eddie hadn’t been able to make Richie more confident, not for lack of trying, and everyone telling him that he was beautiful as a child only had an aversion effect. He was being unheard, his insecurities swept from under the rug like they were too much to deal with.
Claiming he was beautiful felt like an escape, an easy way out of conversation that everyone was too awkward to have. He wonders if perhaps it’s something genetic, something he passed on to his daughter.
The mom’s in the Facebook group I’m in said that we should take away all mirrors, is that something we should do?’ Startled by Eddie’s admission, Richie starts guffawing.
‘You’re in a Facebook group with all moms?’ He teases, words light with an blasé tone about them. His mind flashes back to years of not being able to view himself in the mirror, feeling nothing but shame whenever he did catch his own eye.
‘Don’t you fucking start Richie’, Eddie warns, but Richie succeeds in his intent, which was distracting Eddie from the serious issue at hand, and a tiny bit off lightheartedness reared its head, soothing him by the fact that he knew what it was like, and he might be able to help her.
‘Alright, Alright,’ Richie relents, for now, his arm up in a surrendering gesture. ‘Let’s just talk to her, and then we’ll see what she says. But Eds, we’re gonna need to handle this naturally okay? Don’t ambush her.’
‘Obviously not dickwad, if anything, it’s you that has to act normal.’
Without question, it’s Eddie that brings up the topic, not even a second after Calia arrives home. She finishes taking off her shoes, adjusting her grey sweater that she was wearing, as she follows the sound of Richie and Eddie’s bickering, the way she is used to them doing.
With a greeting wave, she crouches down to grab a water bottle in the fridge, uncapping the plastic and taking a big gulp.
‘We need to talk’, is the first thing Eddie declaims since she laid eyes on them. She stops mid swallow, her eyes turning wide and her face paling, full of worry.
‘You’re in trouble young lady’, Richie jokes in his best principal impression, before motioning her over. ‘Your dad is kidding, it’s just a talk, you’re not in trouble.’
‘Jees dad, I have anxiety, don’t do that.’ Calia says, her eyes rolling with vigor. She listens to Richie, her posture relaxing and her shoulders dropping, the worry’s melting away.
‘Great job Eds,’ he murmurs quiet enough that she doesn’t hear them, while still jabbing Eddie ins the side. Already, it appear as thought the conversation is not going to go the way they planned it.
‘So, what’s up?’ She asks, flitting her eyes between her parents, attempting to gauge them. Attempting to come across as nonchalant, Richie stretches out to the back of the sofa, his entire body splayed out sinking down.
It gives away more than he wants, the alarm bells going off in Calia’s head, an eyebrow furrowed in confusion, and the nervousness coming back. The eyebrow is something she has clearly mirrored from Eddie, and at times Richie speculates what she may have gotten from him and comes to the sick and twisted realization that mental issues, might be the answer.
He shakes himself out of his stupor, resigning it to a later time maybe tonight, as he would no doubt overthink everything right before sleep carried him off to sleep.
‘Your pops and I wanted to ask you about something I overheard in the car this morning.’
Becoming evident right away that Calia is appalled at the prospect of her father budding in a private conversation, Richie hurries to alleviate the situation.
‘He didn’t mean to listen in kiddo. It was an accident, but we still need to discuss it, it’s important. ’
Calia huffs, but stay silent none the less, and Richie takes it as his cue to continue.;
‘Your dad said that you said that you were fat’, Richie’s voice cracks at the end of his word, his stupid emotion getting the better of him as his heart breaks. In all his life, Calia was the most magnificent person, Eddie not taking into account, that he had ever encountered, and it was agony to know that she felt so less of herself.
Her face turns red, a blush coating both her cheeks, while she tensely glances around the room, avoiding eye contact. ‘So’, she mumbles, embarrassment creeping up her spine.
‘Why do you feel like that?’ Eddie prods, recalling some off the things he and Richie google searched before Calia get home.
She shrugs her shoulders, and Richie relates to her desire to get out of the situation fast. It’s not easy, to talk about the things that plague us so deeply, especially not with our parents of all people, but he knows that if they don’t talk about this now, they never will.
‘You can tell us, there’s no judgment in this house. Well except judgment on your dad’s cutnes, he’s 1000 percent guilty of that.’ He reaches over to pinch one of Eddie’s cheeks, hissing when his hand gets smacked away.
‘Hey, if you two are going to do, I’ll just go up to my room.’ Set out to escape the living room without her parents taking notice, Calia stands up inconspicuously, shuffling towards the door.
When both of her parents turn to watch her, and Eddie asks her to sit down again, she groans, but still does what is requested of her.
‘Can you tell us? I promise that if you confide in us this one time and we can’t help you or you feel to uncomfortable, then we won’t ever bring it up.
‘I just am okay? Like I’m a lot bigger than most of my friends, my stomach is protruding and I have a double chin. Compared to how you guys looked, and my friends it’s a simple fact that I am fat.’
Eddie has to swallow down his tears at her words, even when he squeezes his eyes closed to stop them that way. Granting him a minute to collect himself, Richie takes the lead. He himself discovers that it’s as hard being a parent as it is being the person who has low self-esteem. He finds himself rendered so useless.
Before he has a chance to even respond, he catches the words that Calia breathes out, like another kick to an already wounded puppy. ‘It’s not like any guy will ever want me either.’
‘Okay, don’t you ever fucking say that. Who the fuck cares if no guy, or girl wants you. They do, I know in the same way that I know you’re beautiful, but I also that right now that means nothing, and you think that I’m your father so I have to say that, so let me make clear to you what is true. You don’t exits to be a wife, that is not why you are born. You’re alive to brave through the world, and to leave the world a little brighter when you leave. If that includes having a boyfriend than okay, if it doesn’t than that’s that. A body isn’t functioning because you need to please someone, it’s such a complicated and crazy thing, but it works.’
While taking a deep breath, he uses his pause to stare at Calia’s eyes, conveying how much he means what he says.
‘Who created that extraordinary painting that won her top of her class, and resulted into it being displayed at in the art museum?’
‘I guess I did’, she concurs, her full and undivided attention on her dads.
‘Yeah, you fucking well did. And who wrote all those enthralling and peculiar poems that put uncle Ben to shame?’
Giggling, Calia point at herself with both her thumbs. ‘This girl.’
‘Yeah that’s right,’ Eddie buds in, finally able to get himself together enough to participate. ‘your body did that all in it’s own, and that had nothing to do with the way you look at all.’
‘I know this sounds like such a lie, but’s not. One day you will find someone that not likes you with your flaws, but because of your them. You’re not perfect, no one is, but you have such a wonderful soul, that everything else is added bonus. The guy that’ll date you in the future will have hit the jack pot, whether you’re skinny, or chubby or fat.’
‘That’s pretty fucking deep Pops.’ Calia messes with him, giving him a gentle push to throw him off balance, and break the serious tension that floats around the room.
‘Wow, you try and be nice to your children once and this is what I get as a think you?’ Richie complains sarcastically, pretending to cry and gain sympathy.
‘And don’t curse in front of our daughter Richie. How dare you?’ Eddie adds, the smirk turning the words from serious, to playful.
‘Thanks dads,’ Calia entrusts, enveloping both of them in her arms. Her insecurities won’t be gone overnight, but at least she knows she has her dads to remind her of the important things in life, and to emphasize how beautiful she is. When the family settles in or a movie night, outside, a butterfly makes it’s way up to the sky.
#reddie#reddie x daughter#reddie as parents#richie tozier imagine#eddie kaspbrack#eddie kaspbrak imagine#eddie kaspbrak as a dad#richie tozier as a dad#reddie fluff#My writing
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Oh, Angel! (harry styles)
chapter one - m a s t e r l i s t -
warnings: sex, language and drinking
a/n: my first series, yay! I swear the chapters get better after this one lol, and I realize that I am not the best at smut so bear with me, also the gif below is what I imagined him looking like for this chapter :)
series intro: After a rough week, Anna decides to let loose with her friends, go out drinking and dancing, maybe even let a stranger take her home. She was starting to lose all hope when suddenly she runs into an angel -or so she thought- who actually turns out to be a tall, curly headed man with a thick accent, making her stomach twist in knots. When he asks to buy her a drink, she doesn’t hesitate to agree, how could she resist?
It was hot, and dense, like every other club I suppose, not quite suffocating, but close. Especially with the dozens of people packed in the small space, heated kisses being shared in corners and sweaty dancing happening practically everywhere you looked.
Normal for a Friday night, especially with the music fest happening only a few blocks away. After the concerts were over, the after parties seemed to always be carried here. Which, I wasn’t opposed to I guess, it happens every year, but the number of bodies increased ten fold, and this was my favorite club.
My friends were always thrilled by it, it provided more options if one of them were feeling risky and wanted to find themselves under the sheets with a stranger, which they usually were. Matter of fact, I think I see Evelyn slipping through the front door, her arm wrapped around a burly man with dreadlocks draping down his back. I smile, she always found her a man within the hour.
I wasn’t much of the ‘take a guy home every weekend’ kind of girl, I did it every once and a while, but frankly, I preferred to be alone.
However, tonight was not the night.
Between being fired earlier this week, and finding out that my sister was moving across the world at the end of the month and there was nothing I could do about it, I needed a distraction, and I decided that taking a stranger to bed was the drug I needed.
So, when I was getting ready for tonight, I went straight to the back of my closet and grabbed the tight black dress I wore only for occasions like these.
Was it a little too revealing? Probably, but I didn’t really give a shit to be honest, I knew the kind of attention I wanted, and I also knew how to dress to get it. My friends squealed when I hopped into the cab, like they always did when I wore this dress, they know what it means. By now we had all broken off, I went to grab more drinks, and since I saw Evelyn leave, I’m guessing that Harper is probably rubbing up on some helpless soul.
Harper is something else, always hooking up with whomever she pleases, whether its the bartender from downstairs or the girl with the shaved head and face tattoos, she can have almost anybody under her spell within minutes.
But then there is Paige, she grew up on a farm out in Georgia, her christian mother was brought to tears when she told her she was leaving her southern life. She tends to get wild for the first hour or so, choking down a few drinks, but then she sits in the corner the rest of the night, and sips at a glass of water. Sometimes I don’t understand why she doesn’t let herself go more, but her modest dresses always stay puke free, so I guess that’s a plus, and she can take care of us in the morning when our heads our threatening to pound us out of existence.
Bless her soul.
I’m pretty sure her parents would die on the spot if ever they found out she shared an apartment with Harper, or that we go out to drink almost every week. She enjoys the freedom, and the adrenaline of knowing her parents would drop dead if they ever found out, but even if she denies it, she actually doesn't like drinking that much.
I should probably check on her actually.
I step out of my place in line, the massive amount of bodies made getting drinks take ten years instead of ten seconds, and it wasn’t worth it anyways, it was getting late and I needed to pick out my target. I steady myself against the somewhat sticky railing, as my head spins a bit. I was always one the be able to hold my alcohol, but I certainly had a few more than I usually would tonight. My eyes landed on Paige, right where she always was this late at night, tucked into a corner, eyes scanning her phone, a half empty glass of water in her hands. I make my way over to her, but my phone buzzes in my purse and as I reach down to get it my body clashes into something hard, and before I know it I feel my body slam against the floor, and a weight crash on top of me.
I blink, focusing on a pair of pale green eyes.
My eyes grace over defined cheek bones, brown furrowed brows, a halo of dense curls bouncing around a defined face, and a pair of rosy lips, that made me subconsciously wet my own.
Then, my eyes focus back on the striking green in front of me.
I must have died, and this is an angel carrying me to my mansion of clouds, because there is no way this is real.
But then my senses come back, the pounding of the music fills my ears, the smell of alcohol and sweat consumes my nose, and the feeling of the sticky floor under me makes me shift.
I feel like my soul left my body.
I look around noticing how the man caught himself just before he completely crushed me, his hands on either side of my head.
Damn his reflexes are fast, and I can’t help but heat up at the feeling of his body weighing down on me, his hips flush with my own.
“Uh...I’m so sorry” he faintly chuckles, the smell of alcohol on his breath slightly stinking my nose, his breath hot against my face from hot close we are.
“Are you okay?” he asks, getting back on his feet in a wobbly manor, and offering a hand out to me, which I take and he pulls me to my feet.
“Yeah...” I breath, still trying to pull myself together, “...are you?”
“Yeah...” he runs a hand through his thick curls, and looks down at his chest, “...damn” he whispers, and I notice the wet fabric of his dress shirt stained with whatever drink he was carrying, which leads me to notice the glass that is now on the ground, and the sticky substance that drenched the left side of my chest.
“Oh damn, me too” I look down at the darker fabric of my dress where the drink had spilled, “I’m so sorry”
He gives a light hearted chuckle and looks up at where I’m helplessly trying to clean off the thick alcohol.
“Here” he smiles, and motions his head to follow me. I take in his tall figure as I follow close behind him, and how his thick curls swayed when he would turn to look back at me, I gave him a small smile, and he would return it with a breath hitching one.
I’m still not convinced this is actually real.
And if it is real, there is no way I’m letting him out of my grasp, he was drop dead gorgeous, even covered in sticky alcohol. He leads me back down the stairs and into the women's bathroom, to which he got several confused glances and a small laugh from me.
He rips paper towels from off the dispenser, and puts them under the running water of the sink. He wrings them out, and I watch as the muscles in his ring clad hands flex, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man wear so many rings... it’s actually really attractive.
“Here” he hands me a damp paper towel, “Sorry again”
With the loud music of the club muffled behind the bathroom door, I notice his heavy accent, and butterflies can’t help but stir in my stomach.
“You from the UK?” I ask in shock of the accent that was hidden under the music. He flashes a smile, starting to wipe off his shirt, “Yeah, I’m from Cheshire” he shrugs, and I start to wipe of my shoulder where the stench of alcohol was radiating profusely.
“Huh” I reply, amused and baffled at the same time.
“What? You never met someone from the UK before?” he questions me with a smirk, and my heart skips just a tad at the dimple that pokes into his face.
“No, actually, and I definitely have never knocked over someone from the UK before” I say playfully, watching as he lets out a head spinning chuckle.
“Its a first” I shrug.
I feel him look up, a small laugh leaving his lips, and I smile when I slip down the strap of my dress, to wipe away the alcohol from my collar bone, and his whole body freezes.
“What?” I smirk, looking up to find him jolt back into action, trying to hide his pause in motion, his eyes settling back onto his dress shirt.
“Nothing” he shrugs, but he smirks again, and my eyes settle to where the white fabric of his shirt, due to the spill, clung to his torso, and my breath hitches at the taut muscles underneath.
Fuck, he really is flawless.
My eyes go wide when he starts to unbutton his shirt, and my brows drop in confusion.
“Oh, you don’t mind if I take this off...do you?” He looks me straight in the eyes, and the devilish smirk that pulls up on his lips makes those butterflies in my stomach begin to take of.
Is he teasing me?
I take a deep breath in, “Of course not”
I try not to watch as his fingers gracefully slip each button out of there holes, but I find myself struggling to keep my eyes away.Then, the door hits the tiled wall, and a husky voice echoes through the room.
“No sex in the bathrooms, you both need to leave immediately” a built security guard looks between us, his face stern and gaze serious.
“Oh no, we aren’t...” I laugh at his hilarious assumption, but I look at how my dress strap is slipped down below my shoulder, and how his shirt is unbuttoned all the way down, exposing his toned chest and his...tattoos?
Are those tattoos?
My eyes settle on a inked butterfly just below his chest, and flip shamelessly down to where dark leaves poke out from under his trousers, a slick black belt and the fabric of his trousers block the rest of the ink from my view.
Oh damn.
“Sorry, we will take our business elsewhere” his accented voice interrupts, and I blush when I realize I am staring at his torso, and that he has noticed, giving me a smug grin. My teeth bite down on my lower lip as my cheeks heat up.
I pull the strap back over my shoulder, and he buttons up his shirt again, leaving several open like before, and we squeeze past the security, tossing our paper towels in the bin on the way out.
“Who do you think snitched on us?” his voice rings in my ear, and I now notice the presence of his hand grazing my lower back.
I giggle, “My bet is on the brown bob” I refer to a women with a short bobbed cut I noticed on our way in, “She was definitely glaring at us when we walked in” I play along, not telling him that she was the only face I even remembered from when we walked in, and he smiles.
“I agree” he replies, and he takes in a breath, his eyes momentarily glancing down to my lips, and those butterflies reappear in my tummy.
“I’m sorry about your dress” he starts, pointing to where the strong smell of alcohol still soaked my chest, “If you’d like I’ll buy you a new one”
My eyebrows shoot up at his offer, “Oh, don’t worry about it, it was worth nothing”
Which was a lie, it wasn’t worth a lot, but it was still the most expensive thing in my closet.
“Well then at least let me buy you a drink” he insists, clapping his hands together, eyes scanning my face.
I try to make it look as if I’m really struggling to give him an answer, like I want to but I’m not sure if I should, even though I already knew my answer.
“Sure” I agree, but a sudden scream catches our attention, and my eyes snap to our right where two girls are being held back by what looks like security guards, only they wore slick black suits instead of T-shirts.
A sudden ghostly touch from his fingers on my shoulder turns my attention back towards him, “Wanna go somewhere a little quieter?” he asks scratching the back of his neck like he is suddenly uncomfortable, leaning forward just a tad.
“Only if you tell me your name” I tease, raising my eyebrows at him in a playful manner.
“Of course...” he covers his face with his hands like he is embarrassed, “I’m Harry” he holds out his right hand, “Excuse my manners”
“Hi Harry, I’m Anna” I shake his hand, and notice how much larger his was compared to mine.
This man has no flaws, whatsoever.
“Pleasure to run into you, Anna...” he pauses for a moment and leans in , “...literally”
I giggle and nudge his shoulder playfully, “Pleasure is all mine” I say back, putting a hand over my heart dramatically, to which he chuckles, and we start to walk towards the front door, his hand placed on my lower back as we weave through the crowd.
The night air feels cold and brisk in my lungs, but it’s such a relief and I take in a deep breath, smelling the scent of rain, and cherishing the fresh oxygen.
“Shall we?” he calls, holding out his arm for me to take, and I stumble a bit walking over to him, most likely due to the alcohol and the heels I’m in.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask playfully, but genuinely curious, and he keeps his eyes glued in front of us, but leans over, a smile on his face.
“That’s for me to know, and you to find out”
I scrunch my nose, pouting at him, “Fine”
I look ahead of us and notice both sides of the street are lined with cars, and as we continue to walk, I find that the line keeps going for several more blocks.
Damn, I guess my favorite club just turned into a block buster.
“Here we are” he breaks the silence, reaching in his pockets to grab a set of keys, unlocking an old 1966 Mustang, my eyebrows raise.
“Nice ride” I comment, as he opens the passenger door for me, and gently shuts it, walking over to hop in the drivers side.
“Thank you” he gives me a smile, starting up the engine, his eyes linger on mine for a moment, flashing back down to my lips before focusing on putting the car in drive, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.
I lean towards the window, watching giddily as we pass building after building, traveling through several traffic lights before pulling off the road into a parking garage.
As we climb the levels, his old car somewhat struggling with each steep turn, my eyes land on him again, taking in his side profile.
Perfect forehead, nose, chin, neck, not to mention that sharp ass jawline he has got.
He really is perfect, isn’t he?
He must have noticed my gaze because he grins, that perfect dimple flashing as he glances at me from the side.
I blush and look back out towards the window, how the hell did I get this lucky?
We hardly speak as we step out of the car, and walk through a glass overpass that lead to the apartment building across a dark alleyway, we only exchange small smiles, his hand hardly leaving the small of my back the whole time.
Walking through the doors of the apartment building, my jaw drops.
Between the red velvet sofas, and the gold detailing on the roof, the room looked like the inside of a palace, with painted ceilings and a small fountain in the center.
This wasn’t even the main floor.
I manage to close my lips, as he leads me towards the elevators, waving to several hotel staff workers, and giving the button number of his floor a gentle push as we step in. I was still in awe at the beauty of the place to even tear my eyes away, and even as the doors slowly shut, my eyes still wandered around the room.
Who is this guy?
When the doors did shut, I managed to let out a breathless “Whoa” from my lips, smiling up at him.
“Impressed?” he questions, and I couldn't help but pick up on the subtle gravel that laced his voice, and how it made those butterflies in my tummy reappear ten fold.
“Definitely” I breath, crossing my hands in front of my hips, still gripping my handbag. His lips turn up in a small smile, “I’m glad”
I catch his dense green eyes again, but this time there is something flashing behind them, a shade of sparking desire perhaps?
I hoped so.
His eyes don’t leave, and neither do mine as the moment drags on, making my tummy catch on fire as his gaze burns further into me.
Holy shit, it was almost intimidating.
I became suddenly restless, biting the inside of my cheek, and fidgeting with my fingers, I felt like I suddenly stepped out into the desert, my body temperature rising alarmingly.
I felt like I had a fever.
His eyes tear away when the silver doors of the elevator glide open, and we shuffle out into the hall.
“This way” he guides, pointing to the right where a gorgeous hallway with only a few doors extended in front of us, and his hand settles back down on my back. As we walk I notice how far apart the rooms are spread out, and realize how big the apartments must be.
We stop at the second door, and he grabs the keys from his pocket and unlocks it, swinging open the door so that I can walk in first.
When the lights come on, I’m blown away.
Crisp walls enclose the space, a marble countered kitchen to my right opening up to a living room larger than my own apartment, with a huge TV mounted on the far wall, and dark grey sofas that surrounded a sleek glass coffee table. My heels click gently on the wooden floor as I mindlessly walk towards the floor to ceiling windows, the city stretching out like a sea of stars.
I was entranced, the glowing white and yellow hues twinkling in the dark night.
New York never looked so alive, but at the same time, it was the most peaceful I’ve ever see the city be. You couldn’t hear the honking cars, bumping music, or loud profanities you usually couldn't get away from, just the shuffling of my heels as they hit carpet.
The city below looked endless, with miles of soft blinking lights.
It looked heavenly.
For once it didn't seem like the dirty city it was, crime and poverty seeming to wash away under the gentle glow of apartment buildings and offices, which made a streak of hope tug at my heart, and I absentmindedly put my hand against the cool surface of the glass.
I could feel the tears that rimmed my lashes, not falling, just letting me know they’re there, as my eyes continued to scan the scene.
It was surreal to see the city like this, peaceful and elegant, like it was a place for angels.
Even the red neon of the strip club down the street or the subtle blue of a raging bar seemed innocent, just another glowing light for my eyes to soak in. Just another stroke of the painting that was being etched behind my eyes.
And for a moment I forgot I was some girl who was jobless, standing in a strangers apartment in my not so innocent black dress, looking for a distraction from life. So, I tear my eyes away from the glass, blinking back the tears that rimmed my lashes, I found his eyes looking at me with an amused smile, pouring alcohol into two glasses.
“Tequila?” he asks, lifting his brows.
I clear my throat, suddenly feeling embarrassed at how emotional I got at the scene, “Please”
He puts a lime wedge on the rims of the glasses and walks over to me at the windows, a small smile on his lips, but it drops and his brows furrow as he gets closer.He sets the glasses carefully on the coffee table rushing to me with concern.
“Are you okay?” he places his hands on my shoulders sliding his hands slowing down my arms in a comforting manner, his eyes flicking between my own.
I can’t help but inhale sharply at the touch of his skin, or the warmth of his chest that was now only a few inches away.
“Yeah...” I breath, heat flushing my cheeks at the realization of him seeing my teary eyes, “...the view” I explain vaguely, gesturing towards the windows beside us, letting out a nervous laugh.
“Oh...” he takes a moment to look out, a smile forming on his lips, “...heavenly, isn’t it?”
I nod, following his gaze back out to the open city, “Breathtaking”
“Don’t worry, I cried the first night I stayed here” his warmth leaves as he grabs the drinks from the table and hands one to me.
“You did?” I ask, shocked that he is telling me this, most guys would keep something like that like it was their darkest secret.
“Like a baby” he adds taking a sip from his glass, and I raise my eyebrows, letting out a shocked breath.
“What? Guys can’t cry too?” he sounds offended, but the playful look on his face tells me that he is just messing around.
“No, no, I just...most guys don’t feel like that, they feel like it makes them less of a man” I explain, taking a sip of my drink, feeling the thick liquid sting as it glides down my throat.
“Crying is manly” he shrugs, taking another sip, and I can’t help but let out a laugh.
“Exactly!” I agree, still half laughing.
A smile lights up his face, “So, Anna...” he lowers his voice, and a shiver falls down my spins at the sound of my name accented on his lips, and I tried to hide the feeling as it shimmers through me.
“...tell me something about yourself” his eyes glaze over with that same look from the elevator, dark and swirling, that makes me want to catch on fire as the back of his fingers ghost down my left arm, sending more chills spiking through me.
He brings his hand up to brush my hair off of my shoulder and behind my back, leaning in so that his breath is fanning over my ear, “Something no one else knows” he adds in a low whisper, before brushing a piece of hair behind my ear and leaning away, a devilish smirk of his face.
I take a deep breath in, realizing I wasn’t breathing, and shamelessly look from his eyes down to his lips and back up again.
“Well...” I begin, watching as he takes another sip of his drink, never breaking eye contact, “...I do this thing, when I can’t sleep, where I sneak up to the roof of my apartment building, and I try to see the stars”
His lips tug up into a smile, and his eyes dance over me, I can tell he is intrigued by my answer, and I can see the curiosity flourish inside of him.
“What about you, Harry from Cheshire, what do you do when you can’t sleep?” I drag out my words, my voice a notch above a whisper, and I take another sip from my drink, watching as he thinks.
“Meditate” he smiles, and I quirk a brow at him, “I’m just kidding” he chuckles.
“I typically take a bath...” he answers confidently, “...simple but effective” he shrugs.
I laugh quietly at his answer, taking another sip, “Maybe I’ll try that sometime”
His eyes glance down over my body shamelessly, making my spine tingle as they travel back up to my eyes, and my heart jumps at the contact.
Inside the dense green, I can see it, all the lust and desire that is stirring up inside of him, and it makes me want to be lit on fire, heat spreads through every limb as we hold the contact, and when his fingers graze my arm, the heat of his skin mixed with the cool metal of his rings send fireworks exploding within me.
“I like your dress by the way...” he whispers, his voice low and thick, “...fits you flawlessly”
My breath hitches in my throat as my heart starts hammering, oh boy he is good.
I set down my drink, game on.
“Thank you...I’m still so sorry about your shirt...looks expensive” I whisper, reaching out to grab just above where the fabric folds down into the first done button, pulling gently until his body is almost touching mine.
“I know I may never be able to make it up to you...” I look up at him, watching as he darts his tongue out to wet his bottom lip. I flatten my hands against his stomach, feeling his muscles tense under my touch, as I glide them down lower and lower until I rest them on the edge of his trousers, my fingertips slipping under the fabric just a tad, “...but I can try”
I smile when his breath hitches, and his hand grazing my elbow slides down to my hip, I slowly lean forward, and a plant a kiss in the center of his chest, where his the fabric of his shirt is not yet buttoned.
I slowly kiss up his torso, and along his collarbone, all the way up to his jaw, which is set tight as he inhales sharply.
I pause over the side of his face, my eyes tracing the shape of his lips as I bite my tongue, I can feel him watching, and painfully waiting for me to connect our lips, but I don’t budge, I just sit there tempting him with my breath.
In a flash he sets his drink down, the loud clink startling me as he grabs my face and pulls it to his, the hand his drink was in wet against my skin due to setting the glass down so abruptly. His lips glide along my own, the feeling knocking the air from my lungs, and his taste explodes in my mouth as he deepens the kiss, tequila overpowering my senses.
I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling against the silky soft strands as he lets out a low grunt, causing a tornado of butterflies deep in my stomach.
My fingers blindly find the buttons on his dress shirt and start to fumble with them, tearing them from their places one by one. He helps my hands slide the shirt off his body, our mouths never breaking, and I glide my hands over his torso, my stomach doing flips as I feel the taut muscles flex with every movement.
I slip my hands under his arms to slide up and down his back, the smooth skin feeling like silk under my fingertips.
His lips rip away from my mouth as they begin to nip and kiss along my jaw and down my neck, my lips part from the feeling of his tongue laying slick marks against the skin, as his hand smooth down my body.
He breaks away, his breath hot against me as he begins to tug at the end of my dress, “Is this okay?” he whispers, slowly starting to pull it off.
I nod frantically, and in an instant the dress is on the floor and his lips are back on my neck. His hands travel down to grasp my butt, and slide down the back of my thighs, signaling for me to jump, to which I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist.
His lips refocus on mine as he starts walking, and I carelessly kiss him back as we walk down a hallway and into a room. He sets me down just before what I assume is his bed, and before he can push me back onto it, I flip around so that he falls with a surprised expression onto the soft covers, and I smirk.
I lean down and begin to slip off my heels, and I notice his gaze never leaving me even as he sits up ans slides off his own shoes.
He pulls me to him by the waist his large palms pressing into my hips slightly, as our lips reconnect. He slides his hands up my back, and slip his fingers under the latch of my bra.
“Still okay?” he asks, and my heart melts at how innocent he sounds.
I bite my lip and nod, “Yes”
Then, his lips press in the valley of my breasts as he undoes the latch, and I gasp silently when he bites against the center of my bra and pulls it off with his teeth.
Holy shit.
He smirks, and kisses me with a fury only pure lust could produce. As his hands grasp and palm over my body, a furious heat grows in my core, and with every heated kiss, I am more and more desperate to feel him closer.
I lean back and with my lips tugging into a smirk, I push against his chest and he falls flat against the bed as I climb to straddle his hips.
I place open mouth kisses on his chest, over the butterfly tattoo, and glide my hands down his torso until I feel the cool leather of his belt and I start to unbuckle it when his hand stops me.
“Wait...” he pants, “...are you sure?” he looks at me with concerned eyes, and I almost laugh at how absurd he sounds, of course I’m fucking sure.
“One hundred percent” I reply, my chest heaving as I struggle to catch my breath. He nods slightly and lets me continue. He helps me shimmy of his trousers, lifting his hips so that I could pool the fabric down to his ankles, his belt clanking when it hits the floor.
His jaw goes slack and his lips part when I palm the bulge that’s under the thin fabric of his briefs, and he starts to pant, his chest heaving. He grips my hips, his fingers slipping under the fabric on my hips as our lips collide again, a low moan rippling up from the back of his throat as my hands smooth over his hips, close to his core.
I break away, catching my breath, and taking a moment to look over his body.
Disheveled curls, perfectly parted lips, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat...down to his taut chest, sparrows rising and falling on his pecs, and the image of the ferns tattooed on his hips making my core heat up seeing them completely.
I trace my fingers over the vines and leaves, my eyes settling on his v-line as it goes down into his briefs.
He had to be an angel right? No one is build like that if they’re human.
I’ve got to be dreaming.
He sucks in a breath as my fingers graze the ink, and I look up to see his eyes traveling on my body as well.
“You’re so fucking beautiful” he says breathless, pulling his bottom lip in his mouth, and the rasp in his voice has heat pooling at my center.
I pull him back in for a desperate kiss, like his lips were oxygen and I was drowning, and he kisses back with just as must force.
In a flash he flips me around so that he is hovering over me, and I giggle into his lips.
“That’s better” his voice rumbles up from his throat, his hands hot on my hips, fingers pressing firmly into my skin as he connects his lips with my neck, leaving wet kisses down to my collar bone before pulling away to hook his fingers under the lace of my underwear, smirking up at me while he begins to pull them down my legs.
Once they are completely off he throws them over his shoulders, a devilish grin placed on his face, as his hands smooth up my shins.
He places a kiss on both my knees before starting to suck on the soft skin on the inside of my thighs, and I have to muffle a moan at the feeling.
“It’s okay love...” he whispers, his voice incredibly low, “...let me hear you”
My jaw goes slack as he starts sucking again, slightly higher up, and as the moan leaves my lips, a low groan leaves his own.
His palms push on my inner thighs, and I open them as he makes his way further and further up, and if I wasn’t totally washed away in pleasure I would have thought about the hickeys he was leaving on my skin, but I didn’t.
I couldn’t give a fuck to be honest.
I arch my back when I feel his tongue leave a slick trail just a hair’s width away from my folds, a soft whimper leaving my mouth.
“Tell me what you want” he says, voice low and lustful as he smirks at me, eyes blown out.
The throbbing in between my legs is almost painful, and I shift my hips to try and ease it, wincing when he continues to do nothing.
“You gotta tell me what you want, baby” He says and I glare at him, the heat in my core rising by the second.
“You” I breath, and he smirks even wider, “I don’t care how...God, I-I just want you”
I feel the presence of his fingers on my heat, and a moan leaves my lips. He sinks his middle digit deep into me, his cool rings making me gasp as he curls his fingers up.
“Fuck” I whisper, my eyes closed as he goes a steady pace, my head spinning, “N-need more” I gasp, and he slips in a second digit.
“N-no” I shake my head, writhing and rolling against his bed.
“No?” he questions, a smug tone to his voice and I force my eyes open to look at his.
“Not what I meant” I glare, and his smirk tells me he knows what I meant, but I can see the devil dancing in his eyes.
“Not your fingers, I need you” He bits his lip as he groans, pulling his fingers out of me to slide off his briefs, his member springing to his stomach.
“You want to feel me love, is that it?” he says low and raspy, reaching over to his bedside table to pull a shiny foil package out of the drawer.
My core is throbbing and I feel like screaming as more heat shoots through me, “Yes...need you now”
A dark chuckle rolls up from his chest as he rolls the rubber material over his hard center, sucking in a breath at the feeling.
“It’s okay, need to feel y’too” he whispers as he positions himself above me, my hips bucking and rolling, trying to ease the heat between my legs.
“Gonna have to hold still fo’ me” he says, one large palm pressing between my hips to try and limit my constant movement.
“Sorry-“ I pant, “It’s killing me” I whine, not even able to find embarrassment at how needy I am, all I could think about was the heavy throbbing at my core.
“All this for me?” he gasps as his head glides through the wetness at my center, and I moan at the feeling of finally feeling him, wrapping my legs around his hips, my heels pressing into his skin.
He sinks further and further into me, and I hadn’t realized just how big he was until now, he filled me up completely and I couldn’t help but whimper. He starts slow, pulling out and pushing back in at a painful pace, and I grab at the sheets under me.
“Faster, p-please go faster” I plead, and he sucks in a breath as he picks up speed, hitting all the right spots inside of me.
“God you’re so tight” he grunts, his eyebrows furrowed together in a mix of concentration and pleasure. He pace quickens and quickens until I’m seeing stars, the bed thudding from his thrusting.
“Feel good?” he pants, and I wonder how I’ll even get words out of my mouth with the pleasure rushing through me.
“Fucking amazing” I manage with a moan, my hands moving to grip at his shoulders, feeling myself almost to the edge.
“I-I’m-“ I gasp, but I can’t seem to speak as my head spins.
“You’re close?” he questions, stepping in for me and I nod furiously.
“Me too, fuck” he gasps, biting his lower lip, one hand landing on my hip to pull me against him harder, to the point where I ached where his fingers where, his nails digging in to my skin.
And that’s enough to send me over the edge, dirty noises leaving my lips as the coil in my belly snaps, my body shuttering around him as my vision blurs. I cuss and wrap my legs tighter around his hips, pulling him impossibly closer as he moans.
His thrusts become sloppy and broken as he cries out, his own release quickly following my own, and his head drops to the crook of my neck as he comes down from his high, body exhausted but still rolling into me. He rides out both of our orgasms, lazily sliding his hips into my own until he is almost too tired to move, but manages to slide out -causing me to gasp at the feeling- and plop down beside me.
We lay there, our bodies recovering, chests heaving and skin sticky with sweat.
When I finally regain some muscle movement I look over to him next to me, his back flat against the mattress one hand on his torso, one up by next to his head. A low fire begins to brew in my belly again at the sight of him, curls soaked with sweat, body glistening, muscles twitching and stretching as he struggles to catch his breath, lips parted and eyes shut.
I drag myself on top of him, tracing patterns on his balmy skin, “You okay?” my voice rasps, my vocal chords a bit overdone.
He swallows and smiles, “Yeah...you?”
I brush a hand through his damp hair, and he gives a satisfied hum.
“Yeah” I bite my lip, “...never felt like that before” he chuckles, and heat is already returning to my core as he opens his eyes, a lazy grin on his face.
“Me either” he admits, his hand beginning to run gently up and down my back, and I realize his rings are still on.
A shiver travels down my spine, and I bite my lip, “Think you could do it again?”
He raises his eyebrows at me, bringing his other hand to run down his face as he laughs.
“Christ! Already?” he exclaims and I blush a bit, still tracing invisible patterns on his chest.
“I made y’feel that good?” he asks, voice a bit lower, a sly grin on his face, and I give him a nod.
“Here...” I begin, “...you don’t even have to do anything, let me do the work” I say as I pick myself up from his body, ignoring my wobbly legs, and scoot down so that I am straddling him just above his hips.
“Okay...” he swallows, watching as I kiss his torso, right on top of the butterfly tattoo, laying a slick line with my tongue. His skin erupts with goosebumps and I smirk, sliding my hands down his body, placing my palms on his fern tattoos. I lay another kiss and another, until I’ve reached his belly button, and I scrape my teeth along his skin. A low groan leaves his mouth as his eyes close.
“Y’like that?” I ask, and his hands flex the sheets underneath him before he nods. I can feel his cock already hardening from behind my bum, and I lean up to suck on his neck, my teeth nipping his skin as I finish and his breath hitches. I scoot down and rub my wettening core on his length, which earns a soft whimper from both of our mouths, both of us still sensitive from our last round.
I reach between us as I glide my hands down his member, realizing he never took his condom off from previously, and giving him a slow pump as I watch his jaw slack as his length fully hardens in my hand.
“Feelin’ good yet?” I ask, and I graze my thumb over his head, a moan leaving his lips.
“Yes...keep going” he says, his chest already starting to heave again. I lift myself up, thighs shaking, and slide onto him just a tad, closing my eyes at the feeling, and I pause, my hands firm on his chest.
“K-keep going” he pleads through gritted teeth, and I don’t have it in me to tease him, my core throbbing for him. I lower myself down and I hear him suck in a breath as I completely engulf him. Then, finding it impossible to hold still, I lift myself up and back down, my lips parting at the feeling.
He was so big...and I loved it.
His hands settle on my thighs, gripping as I speed up, slowly bouncing faster and faster on top of him.
“Holy shit” he mumbles, grunting and I let out a small whimper, I was already so close.
“I’m close” I gasp, biting my lip and he nods.
Only a few more bounces and I’m shaking, throwing my head back as pleasure shoots through me, his hands now on my hips, pulling me down as he lifts his own up until he was moaning too, both of us trembling and gasping for air.
I lift off of him, and collapse beside him, opening my eyes when I hear him roll the condom off his body, and he goes to toss it away, returning to pull me under the covers and against his chest.
“You’re a minx, y’know that?” he laughs breathlessly, and I chuckle back, I was exhausted, and he was too.
“Made me feel amazing though, haven’t felt that good in a while” he whispers, a genuine tone to his voice, pressing a kiss to my forehead, “Thank you”
I furrow my eyebrows, did he just thank me?
No one has ever thanked me after having sex before, and I found it oddly heart warming.
“Let me know when you’re ready for round three” he smugly whispers and I raise my eyebrows pulling away from his chest to see the devilish smirk on his lips, he was either an angel or satan himself, and I’d be lying if I said the idea didn’t burn me up from the inside out with excitement and curiosity.
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Yandere Monsta x HC’s: How he met you
admin(s): ❦ & ☕️
request: can you please do headcanons of how monsta x hyung line became obsessed with their s/o or crush? what drew them to the insanity, or were they already insane?
note: we decided to do all members, hopefully, that isn’t an issue.
Hyunwoo:
It all started with shownu just trying to give you something
it was just some textbook you left behind in class
he didn’t want you to lose something so expensive
it seriously was just him trying to hand it back
at least at first
you were just so quick
and somehow he had followed you all the way back to your house
and instead of actually ever giving it back to you he found himself just standing outside
holding onto your book as he watched you intently
mesmerized by the simplest actions
he hadn’t had a crush on you or anything before then
but now he definitely did
now people may think of him as a freak or even a pervert!
he is no such thing
it is simply called “security”
he was your own bodyguard at night
one you didn’t hire
but who cared?
he stood there all night until early morning
your book still clutched to his torso
it wasn’t until you thanked him that he felt a flutter in his chest
were you flirting with him?
i mean he did return your book, after all, you must love him
so every night shownu stood outside your house
looking through your window
sometimes to even see you change
he had to!
just in case
you never know what weirdos are out there
watching...
he was just protecting you.
“You’re just begging for some creep to come and watch you, aren’t you baby? Stripping right in front of a window? Good thing I’m here. I’ll make sure no one besides me ever sees you like this.”
Hoseok:
Wonho is either completely insane or just unbelievably naive
he has always thought of life as if it was a fairy tale
that fate played a big part in everything
and that included you, his soulmate
ever since he was a child his parents would tell him that when he found the right one he would know
in his mind, everything was just a never-ending fairy tale
love, at first sight, is the phrase often used
and that had to of been what happened
with just one look at you, he knew you were born to be his
you were the one
you had him under a spell
one you didn’t mean to cast
he didn’t even have an idea of who you were
what your name was
what you did for a living
if you were already in a relationship
nothing
but now he needed to
a husband should know everything about his soon to be spouse
never in his life had he felt such an immediate attraction to anyone
you were truly one of a kind
he admired you as you just continued to walk down the street
not giving him a single glance
and yet he just smiled
even laughed a bit
so adorable...that's all you were
just in denial
"How cute? Pretending not to notice their true love...they must be testing to see if I’d give up easily on them. Well, lucky you sweetheart, I'd never let you go now. We’re fated to be."
Minhyuk:
Minhyuk was doing just fine living of the same daily routine
all he had to do was take some pill from some old hag then he had the whole day to himself!
stuck in a white room all isolated from human activity, he actually loved it more than anything
however, sometimes the outside voices drove him mad, mad enough for him wanting to just...kill them all
he would be lying if he said he hasn’t fantasized about it before
all they did was talk and laugh with each other, they were talking about him, weren’t they?
for some reason that bothered him
but all his worries stopped one day
you
you arrived and everything got a little bit better
it wasn’t until you introduced yourself to him as HIS new personal nurse
he got a feeling he couldn’t explain
but he felt the need to protect you
like, you were his and he was yours
everyday he enjoyed a little more all because you were his own nurse!
how cool was that, minhyuk has never had someone of his own yet but now he did
all the time you would stay in his room with him even though it was not allowed, minhyuk would throw a fit if you didn’t
the smile he had on his face was worth it in the end
it was a real shame when he found out you were just a volunteer meaning you would not stay for long
he couldn’t have that, the thought of you going was horrifying
he was scared
why does it always happen to him?
everything he enjoys leaves him!
not this time no, you were not leaving him
so he did the reasonable thing and kept you, hostage
well I say, hostage, he kept you locked in his cold grasp
his arms wrapped around your body but in minhyuk’s eyes you didn’t mind
your complaining was you being silly nothing more, he was yours after all you couldn’t be mad
he was just a little naive puppy who needed loving
and you were that missing piece that would love him for him
it wasn’t until he got the bright idea
you are the perfect bribe
in your pocket, he found a scalpel, perfect
in a breath, it was held up to your throat and you were both in the hallway as he stumbled his way looking for the exit
threatening anyone who tried stopping his love, “come closer and I'll slit her throat.”
everyone loved him and this was a clear sign, everyone listened to him plainly to the fact your throat was inches from being sliced open
he forced you in your car and to d r i v e and not look back
to minhyuk’s delight, you were behaving so obediently
making everything much easier for him
the cops couldn’t get there in enough time to know which direction the two of you headed
so he could tell you where to go without worrying too much
after a while you ended up at this abandoned looking house
minhyuk ordered you to get out of the car and enter the place
he wrapped his arm around you as he looked at the old home
he smiled and gently kissed you cheek
minhyuk was happy once again
he left the ward with great success and he had his prize next to him, you
“Ah! And this is my home darling isn’t it perfect for us and our future family! Why are you looking at me like that? Just because I was stuck in such a horrible place for so long doesn’t mean I don’t know how to function as a human! But you will help me anyway won’t you baby? Will you help me function like a normal human?”
Kihyun:
He takes pictures of all things beautiful
and he so happened to be admiring something on the beach
it's not HIS fault that beautiful thing was YOU
so of course, he only took a quick picture but a picture turned into multiple
you were breathtaking, honestly
he has never been proud of something in his life
the pictures he took of you were hanged right away in his room where every night he could look at you and sleep with a smile on his face
for once he was at peace with the world
for the next few weeks, he saw you on the shore of the beach and of course, he took a few pictures of you
he didn’t realize it but he had a stack of photos just of you in a bathing suit
after hours of intense internet searching, he found you
not only you but everything about you
from facts by friends and family until small rumors about you
each rumor was something sinful!
who could think this of his precious kitten
they would be out of the picture soon, no one can hurt you then
all was going well for kihyun, his shrine of you was thriving
he wasn’t fully happy though since he didn’t have the main prize, yet
but he would wait for you to notice him!
that was until he saw you again, hand in hand with another man
something snapped inside him
who was he?
why was someone so disgusting touching you?
a true gentleman knows well for what a woman wants and that's what kihyun was
a gentlemen
that man was gone in just a single night
where was he?
kihyun didn’t know nor care
but you, why were you crying?
this was finally his time to get you for once and all
no one was stopping him, besides you of course
listen, he tried being nice towards you
but you decided to be a bitch to him, so kihyun had to do what was best for him
“You know you are going to catch a cold out here in this rain right? Go away? Don’t get rude to me love or I can promise you, you won’t see the daylight ever again,”
Hyungwon:
You two met at a club
its cliche isn’t it?
a couple of drinks and a kiss on the cheek and suddenly he had you in his bed
everything felt so right at the moment
your main focus was him
nothing else could steal your attention like he did
he has so charming...and different
it wasn’t until the early hours of the next morning when you realized how big of a mistake you’d just made
he didn’t know it, but you already had a boyfriend
you cheated
hyungwon caught you throwing your clothes back onto your naked body
it takes a lot to wake him up
but the feeling of your body leaving his was a big enough signal
he couldn’t bare it
why? why were you leaving him?
he watched you from his bed as you ran out of the room and the house
anger wasn’t a good enough word to describe what he was feeling
he was absolutely fuming
talking with a friend is how he eventually found you again
well, more like forcing a friend to spill your whereabouts
when he did find you though, boy was he in for a treat
you were locking lips with another man
supposedly your boyfriend
he just couldn’t have that
he didn’t get angry often
but someone else touching what’s his?
he could only see red
ripping the two of you away from each other
and beating the man until he fell unconscious
“Who gave you the right to touch someone else’s property? Can’t you tell that I have already claimed what's mine? Useless trash like you shouldn’t even dream of having someone as precious of Y/n,”
Jooheon:
Jooheon always had endless amounts of girls waiting and begging for him to sleep with them
a fuck and go
it was all he really knew
until the day that you became the newest “contestant”
such a willing, silly doll you were
asking him to fuck you just like everyone else had
maybe you were under the classic spell he had with the ladies
his endless charms
but it wasn’t until you presented yourself to him that it became more than just “another fling”
he felt something he hadn’t felt in a while
excitement
it was almost unfamiliar to him
it had been such a long time since this happened, but boy was it a good feeling
usually, he’d just try and get it over with, only really trying to fulfil his needs
but that night he took everything slow, making sure that both of you had the time of your lives
It wasn’t until morning where he could see you in daylight he felt something inside him other than joy
he felt this overwhelming need to protect you
you were just so small and vulnerable to him
it’s like even the smallest of things could possibly break you
and if you were going to be broken, he’d be the one to do it
that's when he decided
the best option was for you to never leave his side
with him, you could be treated like the prince/ss you are
he saw no downsides to his plan
so he couldn’t understand how when he enacted it you were completely against it
he tried to convince you to just listen to him
but his words seemed to fall upon deaf ears
and then you tried to leave him
a sudden wave of aggression took over him
he tried to calm himself down but it wasn’t working
and you kept on trying to escape
he didn’t know how it happened exactly, but suddenly you had a bright red hand mark on your cheek
and you stared at him with a shocked look as tears fell from your face
yes, you were fragile
but if anyone was going to break you, it was him
“Don’t look at me like that. You know I didn’t mean to. I was just trying to protect you. If only you would’ve listened to me, this wouldn’t have happened. You’re to always be by my side, got that? I’ll do much worse than this if you try and disobey me again.”
Changkyun:
Nobody had ever loved him
as harsh as it would sound it was true
would you love a psychopath?
the sense of reality was a kick in the teeth
no remorse for any of his actions
his emotions were always on thin ice
anger was just a ticking time bomb waiting to explode
everybody else meant nothing, they were the lowest of the low
only he was important
but you, you were so different from the rest
you didn’t seem threatened by him
that is what attracted you to him
but oh, you were so popular
you friended everyone
even him
he didn’t like seeing you with less important people
so they had to go
if there is one thing changkyun actually enjoys in life
besides you
it would be hearing the screams of mercy from his victims as he hurt them in the most painful ways possible
no one deserves your attention other than him
it was his dirty little secret
you wondered why everyone around you was gone
or giving you disgusting looks
even making up rumours that you killed someone
who could frame such a thing?
but do not fear, changkyun is here
he would protect you forever
“They said what to you? Do not listen to them sweetheart they mean nothing anyway, they are disgusting grains of dust who are a pathetic excuse of humans- you look very pale my dear, aw don’t worry prince/ss I will look after you,”
#yandere kpop#yandere monsta x#yandere shownu#yandere wonho#yandere minhyuk#yandere kihyun#yandere hyungwon#yandere jooheon#yandere changkyun#yandere au#yandere#admin cory
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💘 + Zeo
headcanon meme - dating edition ! zeo / what is you is me verse ~
where they first met and how - they’ve known each other their entire lives ; their parents were friends, their grandparents were friends, there was never a chance for them not to meet.
as for when they became actual friends, it was probably in grade school when zelda & avery would bully him into hanging out with them ( and zelda would dare avery to kiss him before going “no I’M going to kiss him he’s MY prince!!!” )
how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved - zelda has known she’s been in love with leo since the third grade, when they were ice skating in central park and he helped her up when she fell down. as for when leo discovered it, it probably wasn’t until zelda kissed him for the first time and he went ‘oh damn. yeah, okay.’ because he’s an idiot.
who fell for who first ( if applicable ) - definitely zelda. she’s a hopeless romantic and she spent their early years both mocking him endlessly and flirting with him shamelessly. she just couldn’t figure out how he didn’t know they were totally MFEO.
where their first date was and what it was like - their first Real Date was something leo probably panicked over a lot. they’ve hung out their entire life but when does it count as a date now ???? we go to the zoo is that a date ?? we went to tiffany’s is that a date ??? but they both count their first real date as a movie at the angelika and eating at a shitty diner in midtown they’d normally never get caught dead in where they talked for hours and a demure kiss at the door of her apartment building, it was the cliche date zelda always wanted and never knew how to ask for.
who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? ) - zelda and avery attempted to tank his date to cotillion by being naked in a hot tub and making out in an attempt to seduce him. except then avery chickened out and went to kiss someone else to act like it was nbd she just made out with her best friend and zelda was like my time has come. after that he was her Boyfriend and no one else was allowed to touch him again.
who proposes first - oh boy that would have to come waaaaay down the road. like, after college when all three of them are in the city again. avery and zelda have been trying to figure out what the Fuck they’re doing, and leo would have to be like “why can’t i just have both of you” and it would be super confusing. zelda definitely talks about it the most - in the end, they’d probably decide on “ this is my wife zelda, and her girlfriend avery who sometimes we have a threesome with so i don’t feel left out “
if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away - if it wasn’t tacky, zelda would have put a billboard up in times square.
where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? ) - zelda has planned her proposal since she was thirteen. the ring was picked out at harry winston and she knew exactly what she wanted. leo and avery take no part of this because the thing they both know she likes most about both of them is their spontaneity. so on a vacation to visit her dad in france, leo proposes at the vineyard during a small, intimate party - enough attention for her to feel like all eyes are on her, but small enough that she feels its exclusive and not broadcast to everyone until she’s ready to announce it.
if they adopt any pets together - zelda has a cat, but when they’re in their 20s living together, they definitely have her cat and leo just walks home with a dog one day. “it was following me.”
who’s more dominant - zelda 100% because she is Bossy and likes things a certain way. but leo can surprise her and she loves when he makes a decision or stands up for her or tries to boss her around. she thinks its cute.
where their first kiss was and what it was like - instead of their first kiss ( because, duh, already talked abt ) lets talk about their first kiss when they get back together after the avery drama comes out - they spend most of senior year broken up and they’ve both missed each other the entire time despite neither of them acknowledging it but she’s a big sister again ( her mother has a fucking baby i swear this is a real plot in the books ) and she looks so happy and light and he hasn’t seen her like that in forever and so he just goes for it and it’s the first time he’s really initiated things between them and it Feels Perfect but it’s familiar and warm and it’s when zelda finally loses her virginity
if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? ) - pLEASE matching yale sweatshirts !!!!! even when he ends up going somewhere else ( brown ? HARVARD imagine a harvard!leo and yale!zelda the tension ) she still makes him wear the yale hoodie all the time at the house because the navy looks Very Good On Him
how into pda they are - Image Is Everything so quick kisses and hand holding and hugging is acceptable but she is Not about to let him grope her in public. that being said she’s also an attention whore and an exhibitionist so there are times in college / etc where she lets him get handsy in clubs or bars because she loves it.
who holds the umbrella when it rains - lmao leo obviously. as if zelda isn’t busy with her bag and her phone. leo ! my hair ! hold the umbrella straighter !!!
where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable ) - they go to various restaurants and bars, but they spend most of their time in central park. it’s right there, and zelda loves how romantic it can be ( if you ignore the tourists, pigeons, and hot dog vendors ).
who’s more protective - zelda would think she is, but leo does a lot to protect her. he knows how to distract her and make her relax and when people talk shit about her or gossip about her he’s usually the first to defend her.
how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ ) - they’ve been sharing a bed since they were like eight on random sleepovers, and it never really meant anything until they were dating. but she’s a ball of insecurity, even if she doesn’t show it, and doesn’t sleep with him until right before their high school graduations.
if they argue about anything - they argue about everything. or, zelda argues and leo just thinks about when he can get stoned again. the crux of most of their problems is really avery - she thinks he’s in love with her ( he is, a little ) but he also thinks zelda puts avery first ( she does, usually ) but instead they fight about things like where to get dinner or why he’s not listening to her
who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. ) - lmao zelda of course. leo is Hers and she will let the world know. this makes him leaving his mark on her ( hickeys and scratches sometimes, usually not until college ) even sexier.
who steals whose clothes and how often - zelda has an entire drawer of his clothes at her house. she has for years. she wears them to bed because they’re comfy and smell like him. when he stays over he loves to see it. he has definitely accidentally put on her sweatshirts sometimes in a rush, though. she thinks its cute.
how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? ) - if they’re sleeping, they usually start spooning ( zelda is the little spoon, obviously ) but they’ll spread out throughout the night and sometimes they wake up with him as the little spoon. if they’re just on the couch or the bed watching tv or something she usually rests her head on his chest or shoulder so he plays with her hair, or vice versa. they’re very physical and touchy.
what their favourite nonsexual activity is - leo loves sailing, so they go out and do that whenever they can during the summer. but despite zelda’s constant demand to be Seen, they really just love quiet nights in with take out and an old movie playing.
how long they stay mad at each other - zelda will hold a grudge forever. leo has never understood this concept. it confuses him and he buys her a present so she’s not mad anymore. it almost always works. unless he sleeps with her best friend and keeps it from her for a year, y’know.
what their usual coffee / tea orders are - caffeine makes leo jittery, and while her friends have all these complex ‘girly’ orders, she just likes coffee, one sugar, splash of milk. sometimes at night she’ll drink some herbal tea to help her sleep.
if they ever have any children together - zelda has had the Dream of children since they were kids, and in the end the three of them end up with twins - it’s a strange parenting system they have with all three of them, but they make it work. besides, leo is never more grateful for avery’s partnership in their throuple than a pregnant zelda. can you even imagine.
if they have any special pet names for each other - typical cliche things - babe, sweetie, baby. zelda and avery call each other ‘z’ and ‘a’ and leo likes to think of himself as the bookmark in the middle of the bookcase ( get it. a - l - z ? its cute. ) but they don’t usually have anything too unique.
if they ever split up and / or get back together - once a week ? jk. they’re pretty stable until avery comes back from boarding school, and then they break up for most of the year. they get back together before graduation just to break up a few weeks alter, and college is a mess of ‘i love you / i hate you’ and trying to figure out avery’s place within the three of them before they all collectively figure out their shit in their 20s.
what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? ) - very clean, but not like, super organized crazy. zelda likes things picked up and clean ( and they have maids, obviously ) but she doesn’t like, color code her wardrobe. they’d hire an interior designer when they got their own place, but it would be a little chaotic like they all are - a crazy colorful bedroom but a muted living room, a bright vibrant kitchen and a dark bathroom. a mixture of all three of them all over the place.
what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like - they always went to see the nutcracker as kids, and once they’re dating, they start going Together as a date. they split cigarettes during intermission and walk home through the snow together. they pick out a gift to exchange on christmas eve if they’re in the city, or before they’re forced to separate if they have to go with their family. in college, she spends a winter break with him in maine, and once they’re old enough to do their own holidays, they throw huge parties a couple days before to celebrate with everyone they care about before the three of them have their own, quiet holiday.
what their names are in each other’s phones - if leo has it as anything other than ‘zelda’ he’d never find her, but she does force a heart emoji on there. she likes her phone organized correctly, so he’s also labeled ‘leo’ but it does have a matching heart emoji. their groupchat name, however, changes based on zeldas mood and if she’s angry or enamored with them. sometimes she deletes it entirely and that’s when it’s time to go to tiffanys.
if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? ) - after he discovers the heart in his sweater, there’s small exchanges of little trinkets like that. they’re definitely into present giving - it’s the way they were both raised to show love - and they have annual traditions ( the nutcracker, sailing, etc. ) but most of their habits are just engrained in them from their own environments.
who falls asleep first and who wakes up first - leo falls asleep if you let him sit still too long and zelda has never heard of sleeping.
who’s the big spoon / little spoon - both of them at any point in time - it’s really just a matter of who’s more emotionally unstable at the moment.
who hogs the bathroom - zelda has a thousand beauty and hair supplies and leo’s just like ‘guess ill go use the guest bathroom then’
who kills the spiders / takes them outside - the maid, obviously.
#this is the longest meme holy shit#but it gave me too many feelings hdu#[ meme - ooc ]#zelda monroe ( hc )#this ended up being a lot of zaveo tbh#v. what is you is me#mctionsick#question
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Hanukkah Binch
This is from the rp that me and @alkimara did a while back, I actually looked at the date, and this segment in particular is from like a year ago, I went back and formatted it from discord and made a couple spelling error edits I noticed but there’s probably more. They requested I post it after seeing a post about there not being a lot of Hanukkah celebration fics and stuff
Disclaimer: neither of us are Jewish, all the information I wrote in here was honestly taken from hours of googling, but I might have still gotten some stuff wrong, but I hope it’s at least okay :)
word count: 15433
ship: finch/buttons
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Well, another year, another lonely Hanukkah. Finch had tried to remake his mom's challah, but it wasn't the same, and he'd let it sit too long in the oven. Might as well toss it. He wondered what his mom was doing... He wondered if she missed him as much as he sometimes missed her. But he couldn't go back, not with that monster of a stepdad living there. He'd probably end up dead if he ever stepped foot in there while having a boyfriend.
He spun the little dreidel on the coffee table idly, watching as it landed on gimel. Whole pot. Had he been playing with someone.
He sighed, looking at his phone again. Buttons' still hadn't responded to his text. He was probably having fun with his family, Finch couldn't blame him. Maybe he should just work on that animation, at least it would give him something to do…
Buttons saw Finch turned away, and was quiet, so so quiet... "Hey babe~," He giggled, wrapping his arms around Finch's waist. "How are you~?" He looked around, noticing immediately that Finch was alone here, and his heart broke slightly.
Finch nearly screamed, whipping around. "My god, you almost gave me a fucking heart attack!" He looked at Buttons with a disbelieving smile on his face. "What the fuck are you doing here, I thought you were with your family?"
"I heard you were here being alone and mopey," Buttons hummed, "Came to either give you company or invite you over. Or both." He looked over, "Can't play dreidel with a party of one. Well... You'd gotta teach me how to play.'
Finch was quiet for a moment. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't- fuck. He covered his face so Buttons wouldn't see him crying.
"Wh-? Hey... Babe?" Buttons gently curled Finch closer, nuzzling close. "I got you..."
"S-sorry, just..." he couldn't finish the sentence, worming himself around to hug Buttons' neck tightly, burying his face into the crook of it.
"I got ya... You wanna come over? Bring some stuff? You'd probably be teaching us a lot," He chuckled. He moved to rub Finch's back, "Literally I've been trying to get them to let you come over since the break... Finally got 'em."
Finch nodded softly. It had been a long time since he'd been in a... family environment, unless you counted this as a family. Which he kinda did. "I-I'd like that," he said quietly.
"Alrighty, pack your things, and uh... We'll try not to break anything," Buttons hummed. "I may or may not have family in the car downstairs."
Finch laughed in disbelief. "I can't believe you..." But he got up, starting to pack his things, just kinda emptying out his bookbag and stuffing some clothes, his laptop, and some chargers into it. When he came back out with it on his shoulder, he glanced over at the stupid little plastic menorah. He didn't even consider himself a practicing Jew anymore, but... the dumb little fake flames made him feel connected to his mom, in a way. He looked away, clearing his throat. "Guess I'm ready."
"Clearly, you're not," Buttons hummed, going to pick up the menorah. He also picked up the dreidel, though that was more in secret. He handed the menorah to Finch with a small smile, because supportive boyfriends are supportive. "Now, is that everything?"
Finch gave him a small smile as he held onto the menorah's base. "Yeah..." He pressed a kiss to Buttons' cheek.
Buttons smiled, kissing Finch's forehead in return as he brought the other downstairs and to the car.
"So, you're Benny's boyfriend~?" An older girl asked with a smirk, an eyebrow raised.
"Oh, here we go," Buttons mumbled.
Finch grinned, glancing at Buttons. "Yep," he said a little shyly. "I'm Finch."
"Good to meet you, Fin- aAH!!"
A younger boy shot up from the passenger seat, "42 WALLABY WAY SYDNEY- Oh that was fast." He laughed as he got hit by the girl who was driving.
Buttons sighed, opening the rear door, "My older brother and sister, Ed and Jan. Ed has narcolepsy."
Finch snickered, "Hi, nice Finding Nemo reference." He kinda fiddled with one of the unlit bulbs on the menorah, not really sure what to say. As an only child, he'd had no idea what to do with siblings in general.
"Welllll hop in!" Jan laughed.
Ed beamed, "Why thank you."
Buttons stepped to the side, helping Finch into the car before climbing in himself, being careful with Finch's stuff and especially the menorah. Ed looked over at it, eyes wide in curiosity, but he didn't comment, instead deciding to vibrate in place.
Finch very subtly took Buttons' hand when he got in, partially out of nerves. "So, uh, how old are you guys?" he asked to the two up front.
"25," Jan answered, starting to drive.
"23," Ed said, blinking slowly, "Trying to get settled in my own place, but I'm not allowed to be alone, in case I fall and hurt myself."
"Versus I'm just working from home to help our parents pay for all of your colleges," Jan said again, glaring in the rear-view at Buttons, who shrugged. He gently intertwined his fingers with Finch's, trying to relax Finch by rubbing his thumb over his hand.
"Ah," Finch nodded. Um... "What about the others?" He knows Buttons had mentioned bits about them before but he couldn't for the life of him remember.
"Benny's 21, Amy's gonna graduate now at 18, Max is 17, and Junior is 12," Jan answered, squinting at the road. "Road work ahead," She muttered.
"I sure hope it does," Ed smirked.
"If I wasn't driving, I'd knock you into another coma," Jan growled.
"I can do that myself, thank you very much," Ed winked.
"At least he's cultured," Finch snickered, maybe not so subtly leaning against Buttons. Boy was like a damn cat sometimes.
Buttons moved an arm around Finch, switching the hand he was holding Finch's hand with. He hummed, shifting to be comfortable, even with their seat belts on.
"Cuddlebugs," Jan giggled. "But also- Ben? Mom was asking if you two wanted to share a room."
"Ohoho??" Ed wiggled his eyebrows, grinning.
"I mean, we already share a room, so even if we weren't dating I wouldn't have a problem with it," Finch pointed out. "Plus, I'd hate ta steal someone else's room."
"Ed, knock it off," Buttons groaned.
"I second that," Jan said, flicking Ed's forehead.
"I mean, he's got a point," Finch murmured with a grin to Buttons.
Buttons blushed a bit, murmuring back, "Yeah but they don't gotta know that."
Ed had a giant smirk on his face.
"Alright, boys~ we're home~!" Jan announced as she pulled up to the house. "Please leave your limbs inside the vehicle until we've come to a full and complete st- eDWARD!" Ed had opened the door and hopped out of the car, racing to the front door. Jan groaned as she put the car in park and turned it off, getting out, "I have the keys you idiot!!"
Buttons hummed, getting out of the car and helping Finch out with his stuff.
"I'm guessing it's always this chaotic?" Finch smiled, trying to pretend he wasn't nervous about meeting Finch's whole family. He'd already known that Buttons' family had inherited a nice house but like... this was
nice.
"Oh, it's worse inside," Buttons snickered. "Be careful with the twelve-year-old. We're trying to keep him from swearing," He hummed, moving to help the other inside.
At the door was an older woman, standing inside the house with a kind smile. She was hugging each of her children and kissing their cheeks, and Buttons looked a little nervous. "Hey, mom," He smiled, going to hug her. "This is my boyfriend-"
The woman turned to Finch, pulling him into a hug, "Hello! Welcome! What's your name??"
"Finch, nice ta meet you, ma'am," Finch said politely, a little surprised by the hug. Did he hug back??
A younger looking boy ran down the stairs. "OOOOO, BENNY'S BROUGHT HIS BOYFRIEND~!" he shouted for the whole house to hear.
"June,
," a mousy looking girl said, pushing his face as she passed him.
"Hey! Mom! Amy pushed me!" Junior shouted as if she weren't right there.
"Did not!" Amy argued.
Finch just kinda glanced at Buttons as if to ask if this was normal for siblings.
Buttons just sighed in distress. His mom soon released Finch from the hug, "Finch. Ah- it's okay, I suppose you can share your real name when the family isn't all about. I've heard about your little code names." She smiled at Buttons, who glared and slowly narrowed his eyes. "Right, Button~?" God damn it.
Buttons sighed, "I'll go set up my room. Where's Max?"
"Practicing, I think," His mom answered.
Buttons nodded, looking at Finch, "Well, c'mon. Let's get you settled."
Finch nodded, carrying his stuff and letting Buttons lead him.
Junior was
following them, curious about the new boy and the weird candle thing he was holding.
"Junior, whatcha doin'?" Buttons hummed casually, opening the door to his room. He moved to help Finch set his stuff down, going to flop on his giant bed, making it pretty clear that they'd be sharing. He looked over at his little brother, an eyebrow raised.
"What's that thing?" Junior asked, pointing at the menorah.
"It's a menorah, but like really shi- uh, not very well made. An actual one would have real candles," Finch explained, barely catching himself.
"What's it for?" Junior asked.
"It's, uh, well, it's a Jewish tradition to light them, one a night, to represent the eight nights oil stayed burning when it was only supposed to last two," Finch explained, a little happily.
"Oh, its that Hanukkah thing! I've heard about those, I've never seen a real one."
Finch snorted, "I'm not even sure this really counts, but it's all I could afford so..."
"I think it counts," Buttons said softly, putting an arm over Finch's shoulders.
"Looks like you made it all by yourself~. You're more talented than just drawing, y'know," Buttons smiled. He looked at Junior, "Finch makes animations and drawings! Don'tcha, Finch?"
"Yeah," Finch said sheepishly.
"Like Disney?!" Junior asked excitedly.
"Like... well, I guess, but I'm certainly not good enough to make a whole animated film, maybe a short at most," Finch shrugged, scratching the back of his neck.
"Woah..."
Buttons was beaming, "Yeah, I've got a pretty talented boyfriend, huh~?"
... And now there was a loud electric guitar coming from the next room. Buttons sighed. Max.
"No fair you have a cool boyfriend," Junior pouted, ignoring the guitar.
Finch flushed a little at that. What, no, he wasn't cool! He looked up at the guitar, looking at Buttons as he sighed.
Buttons smirked, "'Course I do~." He looked over at Finch, "That's Max. They're. Uh. I don't know the term. Rock band. Very... metal."
"Sounds like
cool," Finch chuckled softly as Junior ran off. "I am certainly not the cool boyfriend. I'm just some animating nerd who showed up with a dumb handmade menorah." He flopped next to the bags, sighing softly as he set the thing down. The lights flickered for a second, and he tensed up for a moment before they went to normal. "Probably won't even last much longer if I don't change out the wires. Why bother though?" he murmured under his breath.
Buttons pouted, going over and flopping on top of Finch. "Because it looks like it means a lot to you," He said softly. "I don't know why, but it does. If you need help, we can fix it," He murmured, kissing Finch lightly.
Finch looked up at Buttons softly. "You know why I stay at the dorm instead of going home every year?" he asked quietly, knowing full well he hadn't told anyone about his family situation, not even Buttons.
"No," Buttons said softly, moving off of the other and sitting next to him, carefully holding Finch's hand.
"Cause I ran away from home when I was sixteen," Finch said, letting out a small, humorless laugh. "My stepdad nearly killed me when he found out I was gay, my mom never knew how he treated me when she wasn't looking... So I left."
Button's eyes widened, and he moved closer to Finch, looking at the other with an expression that could only be described as holding a lot of emotions.
Finch had to look away from him, running a hand through his hair. "My dad died when I was thirteen, and Aaron came in and 'saved' my grieving mother not long after." He sighed, holding onto the menorah and looking at it. "Guess this is me just trying to feel like I did in the past. Obviously, it's not the same. Can't even actually light this stupid thing." He sounded a little bitter about it. "But I couldn't use real candles in this or I'd just burn something down."
Buttons was biting his lip, thinking. He gently looked over, taking the menorah and turning it off. He set it to the side, standing and tugging Finch out of the room, heading out to the garage with the other, still quiet and thinking. He let go of the other, grabbing a stool and climbing on it, reaching for a large blue bin. He grabbed it, carefully pulling it down and setting it on the ground with a grunt. After digging around for a few seconds, he pulled out a
bag of clay, putting it on the metal table. He looked at Finch, "Bake-able clay. Will not melt from a candle. Well- not if we put in the little metal cups at the bottom." He dug around, pulling out the metal cups that were usually seen in tiny candles. Except there was no wax or wick. "Jan used to play around with candles," Buttons hummed, setting the metal pieces on the table as well. He looked at Finch, heading around the box and going to take the other's hands again. "It might not be the same, you might not be able to get to the past, but... There's nothing wrong with remembering how happy you were."
Finch watched with confusion until Buttons started explaining. He bit his lip, and god damn it, he was starting to tear up again. "Hah, we could make real dreidels with that too," he said, trying to blink away the wetness to not much avail.
Buttons saw the tearing up, "Oh. I did it again." He chuckled, gently offering his arms for a hug, "Also,
make the dreidels. Or you'd have to teach me how to help."
"I can help," Ed said, peeking in. Buttons glanced away, and Ed continued,
"Please?" Buttons said softly.
"I didn't say no," Ed laughed, moving into the room.
"Sorry I'm coming in and Jewing everything up," Finch joked, wiping his eyes. "I really appreciate it, though..."
"Jesus was Jewish," Ed snorted softly, going to pat Finch's head before moving to pull the clay out of the bag. He blinked, going for his set of sculpting tools and setting them out before starting to play with different pieces of clay. "Plus we mostly celebrate Christmas for each other and presents," He chuckled.
"Very true. To be fair, most Jews believe that a guy named Jesus existed and was probably a cool dude... that's about the extent of it though," Finch grinned, feeling much better.
Buttons had moved to grab another piece of clay, playing around with it to warm it up.
"Lit," Ed said with a grin.
Finch grabbed a piece, kneading it. "I've only made a dreidel once before, wonder if I could do it again. I'm still convinced my dad had switched it out with a better one so I wouldn't feel bad when it didn't spin right," Finch said, smiling softly... damn, it had been a long time since he'd thought of that.
"What's so hard about making a spin?" Ed grinned, grabbing the entire thing of clay- which was as big as a laptop -and just dumping it out, starting to knead it like a large piece of dough. "Shit, this is hard," He mumbled.
"I mean, I was also like six at the time," Finch grinned. "And my dad was a sculptor for a living." He snickered at Ed, "I don't think we're making bread, that's a whole other tradition. I do remember he said it should be about the size of the hole of your fingers," he said, holding his pointer and thumb together in a circle.
"Yeah, but I'm tryin to smooth this out for the uh... the candle stick... What's it called?" Ed tilted his head, curious.
Buttons took a smaller piece of his big piece, holding it out, "Like this?"
"Menorah," Finch said, nodding in approval to Buttons. He was rolling the clay into a ball, starting to roll a point with his palm. For a moment, he could swear he felt his dad beside him, reminding him how to do it. There was a small smile on his face, perhaps bittersweet.
Buttons leaned over from his spot, watching, trying to follow as he did it.
"Right," Ed hummed, still rolling out the clay. And then he hummed again. "Well. Maybe you'll need to do this alone."
"Ed???" Buttons looked over.
Ed gave a thumbs up, moving over to the hammock in the room, and barely managing to get on it before collapsing, snoring lightly.
Buttons sighed.
Finch laughed softly. "I don't mind." He scooted closer to Buttons, letting him see exactly how he was doing it.
he heard in his head. Finch repeated it to Buttons, not realizing he'd copied his dad's Spanish accent, too focused on the actions of his fingers.
Buttons blushed a bit at the accent, but didn't dare break the spell that Finch was under, following along as best as he could.
"Could ya hand me the little... that thing with the string on it?" Finch asked in his normal accent, pointing in the direction of the tools.
"Yup," Buttons hummed, grabbing it and moving it over to Finch.
Finch took the string and used it to cut clean sides onto it, and suddenly it looked like a somewhat long dreidel. He set it on the ground, slicing it down to size before taking the extra and beginning to form it into a little rolled snaky piece for the top of the spinner to be cut out of.
"Ohh what the..." Buttons took the string piece, trying to copy what Finch had done. A little crooked, but it still looked like a dreidel. Mostly.
"Looks good!" Finch grinned proudly at him, kissing his cheek. He molded the snaky part to the top of his dreidel, smoothing it out so it looked nearly seamless, before pinching the extra off and molding it to be a neat top. "Do you have paint? It would be easier than trying to cut the symbols in."
Buttons was sticking his tongue out as he followed, "Yeah, more paint in the bin. There's also some teeeeeny tiny brushes." He was squinting, trying to focus, so happy that Finch said it looked good.
"Sweet, then this is done to bake," Finch smiled. He looked over at the menorah, thinking. If they were gonna make it candle-safe, then there would be no need for the wires.... He could just use the base and sculpt over it with clay, then- wait, no the plastic would probably melt in the oven. "I think we just start completely over," Finch murmured, setting the menorah down, using it as a visual example as he started rolling out a base from Ed's big ball.
"Alright," Buttons said after a moment, seeing no other way. "We can use the little metal bits as molds for where the candle will go?" He offered, using some wire to start planning out the structure. He ran into the house and back out again, having a roll of aluminum foil. He started rolling off large sheets, trying to build up the menorah’s main bulk.
Finch smiled, just looking at Buttons for a long moment as he worked. It was fitting, maybe. Finch had made his menorah years ago out of homesickness and sorrow, never quite content with it. Now Buttons was here, helping him build a new good memory to associate with Hanukkah. Not just the sad longing of the past.
Buttons caught the look, giggling softly. He moved over, gently kissing Finch, 'cause the other was just too damn cute. "Alright," He hummed, pushing the menorah forwards, "I did my very best~!"
"I love you so much," Finch said softly as he took the menorah base. He looked back up at Buttons with a small smile. "Thank you for doing this with me, and for not letting me be alone this year."
Buttons smiled softly, "'Course... I love you too, Finch. A lot. I'm glad you're here with me. Even if my family is uh... Crazy." He chuckled a bit, happy.
Finch laughed softly. "I certainly see why you seemed so used to the Newsies when we moved in." He had a long rope of clay at this point, and he put the end on the bottom of the base, starting to wind it around the foil, making sure there were no breaks in it.
"Yeah," Buttons giggled, watching the other.
Finch managed to get it halfway up before he needed to roll more. He quickly rolled it out, his tongue sticking out a little bit in focus as he did. He carefully molded it to the end of the previous one so you couldn't tell the end or start of either. He winded it up the rest of the way, nodding a little bit in satisfaction.
Buttons just watched, his elbows on the table. He was fascinated with how the other worked, and snorted softly, "Y'know I'm like. The only one in my family that doesn't have artistic talent? Ed can sculpt like a badass, Amy can paint, Max loves their guitar like it's their kid. Jan with watercolors is something extraterrestrial. We don't really know if Junior has anything, though." Buttons sunk, moving his face against the table, "Then there's me, who I guess can sew. And my artistic and talented as fuck boyfriend~."
"But you're cute as a button~" Finch teased, glancing up at him. "And at least you have a life skill," he said, nodding at him.
Buttons rolled his eyes, "My mom says that too much. Jack said my name in front of her and it was the death of me. I'm just a ghost." He giggled, and blinked. He gasped, offended, "Art is a life skill!! Look at this sculpting talent from a beautifully sculpted man! You could sell things online!!" He grinned at Finch, his voice loud and dramatic.
"Shh, you'll wake your brother up," Finch said, definitely not turning red at all.
Buttons giggled, "I could- and have -screamed into his ear. Doesn't do a thing."
Finch laughed softly, starting to wrap the clay in the same fashion around one of the prongs of the candleholders.
Buttons moved over, wrapping his arms around Finch's waist, nuzzling into his back, but not hindering the other from working. "I~ Love~ You~," Buttons hummed with a smile.
"I love you too~" Finch hummed, glancing at him for a moment, leaning his head against him.
Buttons moved to kiss the other happily.
"Gay."
Buttons sighed, pressing his head against Finch's shoulder, "Gotta love my family."
Jan giggled, "Mom wanted me to let you know Dinner will be ready in around an hour."
"Alright, thanks, Jan," Buttons said, still hiding his blush and cuddling with Finch.
"Sure, Jan," Finch said in an imitation of the meme with a small giggle as he worked. "Hopefully I'll at least be done with this part... yeah, no there's no way I will."
Jan rolled her eyes, heading off again.
Buttons sighed, looking up, "I can help. Maybe. Yes?" He looked hopeful.
"You can go ahead a roll out more? That way when I run out, I have more ready," Finch suggested.
"Alrighty~!" Buttons beamed, moving away to go roll out more clay happily.
Finch smiled as he kept working, planning ahead in his mind, realizing that he was very much modeling it after the one his mother had. The twists were more like his dad, though. By the end of the hour, he'd finished one side of the menorah.
At some point during the hour, Ed had bolted awake. And then slapped himself to keep himself awake. "Fuckin'..." He sighed, waving to the two as he moved out of the room.
At the end of the hour, Buttons was beaming, "It looks great!" He looked excited, practically vibrating in place. "Alright, c'mon~," He giggled, gently moving the Menorah to the middle of the table where it would be safe. He smiled at Finch, leading the other to the kitchen happily.
Finch grinned back to him, following him.
Buttons' dad was in the kitchen, totally not flirting teasingly with his wife. "Hey, Ben, how goes it?" he grinned, pulling away from her to ruffle Buttons' hair. "You must be Finch," he said in a friendly manner, shaking Finch's hand. "You can just call me Peter."
"Nice to meet you, sir," Finch said a little sheepishly.
Buttons sighed, smiling a bit from his father's head-rub. "Hey, Dad," He chuckled, moving to help set the table. He smiled a but at Finch and his dad, confident that they'd get along okay.
Junior came bounding down the stairs, making web-slinging noises as he pretended to be swinging in like Spiderman. "I hear there is... dinner~" he said dramatically. He dropped it after a second, pouting, "Amy says she's not coming cause she has to write a paper."
Peter sighed, glancing at his wife. "You want me to get her or just bring her a plate?"
Finch sorta scooted a little closer to Buttons.
Buttons blinked, gently tugging Finch closer, "It's okay, no one's gonna eat you." He giggled a bit, kissing Finch's cheek.
Max came downstairs with a sigh. They appeared completely androgynous, black hair and black and pale makeup over their face. They definitely stood out from the crowd with the black metal t-shirt and spiked bracelets, but they just hummed as they moved to help set everything up, nodding their head casually at Finch.
"You sure?" Finch asked quietly at Max's appearance, and he'd certainly be lying if he said he wasn't a little intimidated by them.
"Well, I might, but not now," Buttons snickered quietly. "Also, don't worry about Max. They're doing their thing, and we love them anyway," Buttons giggled, a little louder.
Max gave a rock on symbol with their hand, smiling a bit.
.
Button's mother, Jess, sighed. "Go bring her down, she has the entire week and can take a 20 minute break for family." She pecked husband's lips, moving to bring things to the table.
Peter nodded, heading upstairs as Junior hung onto his mom's arm. "Gross, you gave Dad cooties~"
Finch laughed softly, "Fair enough." He waited for Buttons to tell him where to go/what to do.
Jess hummed, "He already had cooties long before you were born." And she looked at Jan, the eldest.
Ed hummed, moving to sit, and Buttons gently motioned for Finch to sit next to himself. Ed sat across from Finch, Max going to sit on the other side of Finch instead. Jan sat next to Ed, leaving the last spot for Amy, and the heads of the table for their parents.
"Ewww," Junior cried, running off to the table. He leaned close to Buttons, "Mom made a dirty joke," he said scandalously.
Finch snorted, covering his mouth to try to disguise his laugh as a cough.
Jess rolled her eyes, smiling a bit as she moved to sit. She sighed, waiting for Peter and Amy.
Amy came down and sat down, sighing a little bit. Peter came and sat at the other end of the table. "Looks great, hun," he said, looking at the spread.
Jess smiled at that, "Had to work my best magic for our guest."
The people at the table moved to hold hands, Max gently taking Finch's other to connect the circle. Hm. Black fingerless gloves. After quickly saying grace, Buttons, Jan, and Jess moved to serve the food. When that was done, they sat again, and started to eat.
Finch felt a sort of pang in his heart that he elected to ignore as he started to eat. "It's really good, ma'am," he said politely.
"Thank you," She hummed with a smile. "So, why don't you tell us a bit about yourself?" Ah. The family interrogation. Buttons sighed, as if he was expecting this.
"Oh, um, well, I'm in my third year like Benny, and I'm going for an Animation major," Finch said.
"Oh, good luck," Jess said politely. "Sounds like a fun field, certainly a lot of work!"
"Takes me forever for one sketch," Jan said with a bit of a laugh.
"Yeah, it can take me weeks to do a ten minute short, " Finch grinned. "I had to simplify my style a little to make even that."
"Wow," Jan laughed.
"Big yikes," Ed nodded in agreement.
"Yeah... Ben's had to drag me away from my tablet at 3 am cause I was still working on a project," Finch chuckled, glancing at Buttons.
"At 3am you weren't even focusing," Buttons grinned.
Jan chuckled, "Deadlines suck."
Finch nodded in agreement.
"Could you draw Spiderman?" Junior asked, his eyes sparkling.
"Yeah, sure!" Finch said.
"I wanna be Spiderman, he's so cool, and he lives in New York, so I could be Spiderman," Junior said idly as he ate.
Hm. Alright. Finch could do that, probably by the end of the week.
Ed giggled, "Just gotta find a radioactive spider."
Jan flicked his arm.
Junior nodded, "Mhm."
"Don't go around trying to get bit by spiders," Peter warned, glancing at Ed.
Junior pouted a little, but simply kept eating.
"I'm done, can I go work on my paper now?" Amy asked.
"Sure, tell your little internet girlfriend we say hi," Peter teased.
Amy blushed a little bit, but didn't respond to that as she took her plate to the kitchen.
Ed shrugged.
"Good luck, Amy~!" Jan said cheerfully.
Max kept eating, remembering something. Ah, they'd just bring it up when they needed to.
Once everyone was done eating, Junior ran to go play video games until his mom told him to get off of it, and Peter carried plates to the sink to wash them.
Finch looked down at the table, murmuring a short and quick prayer, hoping no one noticed. He stood up. "Do we need to help..?" he asked Buttons.
Max had done the same without even asking, just staying by Finch. Seems someone was educated. Buttons was a bit confused but respectful, leaving his hands in his lap and waiting until Finch was done. "Nah, my dish day was yesterday," Buttons said with a smile, "We can probably just go up to the room."
Max got up, moving to the kitchen, because today was their dish day.
"Would it be okay if I went and tried to finish the menorah first?" Finch asked softly.
"Shit, almost forgot," Buttons huffed. "Yeah, let's go." He smiled at the other, moving back to the garage.
And then Jan grabbed him. He squeaked, Jan holding him a chokehold as she said kindly, "You go on ahead, I'd like to talk to Ben for a second."
"O-okay," Finch said. "Please don't break my boyfriend." He waved to Buttons as he went back to the garage and got back to work.
"I'll do my best," Jan beamed.
Ed moved back into the garage a few minutes later, getting some clay from the larger wad. He looked over at Finch's sculpture, "Looks nice." He started messing with the clay, working on his own thing.
-
Buttons squeaked.
"Why else would you bring him home?" Jan smirked.
"Because?? He was at college all alone???" He answered, face bright red. "Okay- I- Jan- I know I love him- but like- we
"Never too early or late to hop on the wedding train," Jan grinned.
"Says you! Where's your marriage?" Buttons glared.
Jan put a hand over her chest dramatically, "Across the seven seas in aromantic land, remember?" Buttons groaned, looking at her, and she giggled. "I just wanted to see what was up. Everyone seems to like him. Just putting a little~ thought~ into your head."
"Thanks," Finch said shyly, smiling softly at it. Maybe another hour at this pace and he could finish the wrappings. Then from there, the rest wouldn't be too hard.
Ed nodded. And then he felt something familiar. "Hm. I really hope I don't collapse," He muttered, pacing more to keep himself awake.
Finch looked up, setting the thing down. "Do-do I need to get anyone? Or catch you?"
"Uhhhh...." Ed shook his head, "No, lemme jus- siNKING SHIP-!!"
As soon as he'd started yelling it, Max was under him, catching him as he fell over. Max sighed, helping the other over to the hammock, "Got him..."
Jan appeared at the doorway, calm when she saw Max had their brother, and continuing to hold Buttons in a chokehold out of view. She moved away, casually continuing their conversation.
Max sighed, "You worked another late night." Ed huffed something, trying to keep awake, but nope- he passed out. Max looked over, "Sorry about that."
"Ah, it's fine," Finch said a bit slowly. "That happen often?"
"Yeah. He's got narcolepsy with cataplexy- it's better on days where he actually gets sleep," Max said, moving over. "That's pretty," They hummed, looking at the menorah.
"Oh, thanks. My last one isn't so much, so Bu-Ben was helping me make a new one," Finch said, gesturing to the flickering fake candles on the plastic one. "I'm gonna make a little Star of David piece to put on top for the shamash to sit on once I'm done with this part."
"Nice," Max hummed. They looked around, pulling out a ninth metal cup, "Probably gonna need that one." They rolled their shoulders, tilting their head, "Also be careful that it's strong enough that you can drop it from an inch off the table and it won't break- that's usually a tell if it'll crack in the oven."
"Yeah, I figured I'd roll the wire into two triangles, put the clay on, then put them together and make sure they are really secure," Finch said, motioning with his hands.
Max gave a thumbs up, looking over at Ed. They sighed, playing with one of their rings, looking worried for their brother. He moved back to the hammock, bringing up a chair, carefully watching the other. "What was he doing before he passed out?"
"He was starting to do something with the clay, but he'd just started, so I'm not sure what," Finch said as he started working again.
"Alright, gonna need that to trigger his memory again so he doesn't pass out again," Max sighed.
"How's that work?" Finch asked curiously.
"So, from what the doctors say," Max hummed, trying to think, "Basically the cataplexy means he gets paralyzed. The narcolepsy actually makes him pass out, which becomes a lot easier when his muscle tension is basically zero. It's also 'cause he doesn't release wake-up chemicals, as the Doc called them. So when he's slept like shit, you can imagine how much easier that is. Usually it doesn't last very long- but it's disorienting, so it takes a while for him to remember what he was doing. The faster he remembers, the faster he can wake up." Max smiled a bit, happy they'd remembered all of that, and looked up. "I may or may not be interested in the medical field," They admitted.
"Oh... Huh. That's pretty cool," Finch said. "The medical field interest, not the... yeah." Stop talking now.
Max laughed a little, "No, it is all cool. It's just kinda shitty, too."
Max pat Ed's forehead, and he shot up, blinking rapidly, "FUCK!"
Max chuckled, "What were you sculpting, bro?"
"A-a-auh...." He looked over, squinting at the clay, trying not to collapse again, "Uhm... Uh..."
"Easy, focus. Kinda looks like a flower?" Max said, glancing over.
"Oh. A rose. I was-" His face heated up, "-doING A THING FOR A FRIEND." He took a breath, because fuck he didn't want to pass out again.
Finch kinda watched as he worked, not wanting to disrupt or somehow make it worse.
Max gently pat Ed's head, "Let's bring it up to your room, yeah?"
Ed sighed, waving Max off. He got up, moving over to the table (only slightly woozy). He waved to Finch awkwardly, then moved with Max out of the room.
It was another half-hour before Buttons moved into the garage, "I'm freeeee~!"
Finch waved to them, going back to work. By the time Buttons came in, he was finishing the last one. "Jeez, she stole you for a while," he teased. "What were ya talkin' about?"
"Sibling stuff," Buttons murmured, blushing a little. "Wow, that looks nice~."
"As an only child, I have no idea what that means," Finch giggled, twirling the menorah in his hand. "Yeah, it's not bad, huh?" He beamed, setting it down carefully as he grabbed the wire again, cutting pieces out and forming them into the shape he wanted above the top to make sure the sizing was okay. Content, he took them back, forming them into two triangles before grabbing a piece of clay and rolling it.
Buttons watched with interest, recognizing the shape. "We could probably pop it in the oven and head up, Max doesn't know the definition of sleep. Ironically," He chuckled.
"Yeah, all I gotta do is make the Star and form it, and the cups, onto it and make sure they are all secure, make the bottom, unless you wanna do that. Just take a cup or a ball of some sort and form it around it, then cut it to be even," Finch said, focused as he stuck one of the wire pieces through it. "We could probably finish the whole thing within another hour, at most."
Buttons nodded, moving to help how Finch directed him.
Once they had put the final touches together and Finch had made sure everything was secure and wouldn't easily break off, he looked up at Buttons proudly. "I think it's done!" His eyes were shining in a way they usually didn't.
Buttons smiled happily at the shine, going, "Alright, let's put 'er in~!" Soon enough, they had the manorah in the oven, and Buttons was leading Finch upstairs again after Max swore to bring the item out of the oven when the timer went off.
Finch flopped onto the bed, sprawled across it, his eyes closed but a small smile on his face.
"Incoming," Buttons laughed, flopping next to Finch and nuzzling close. "Day 1. Status: Alive. Mostly."
"Day 1, didn't massively embarrass myself in front of your family. I hope," Finch giggled, wrapping around him like a koala.
"Nope," Buttons giggled, snuggling closer happily. "Are we showering or just sleeping?"
"I'm guessing we can't shower together without raising some eyebrows," Finch grinned, opening his eyes to look at him softly.
"I mean, we can, we just can't make noise," Buttons snorted softly. He curled into the bed and Finch more.
"Hm, tempting~" Finch grinned, not having much intention of leaving Buttons' arms at the moment. After a moment, he said quietly. "I want to make a quick animation for your brother, he seems to really like Spiderman, so I wanna do like... a shot of Spidey swinging into the frame and pulling off his mask and it's Junior. You think he'd like that?"
"I think he'd scream out of pure joy," Buttons chuckled.
He thought to himself, his ears going red again.
"Would you absolutely hate me if I started storyboarding it now?" Finch grinned. "I'll stay here and let you cuddle me if it helps~"
"As long as I get to cuddle you, I don't care," Buttons hummed happily.
Finch kissed him quickly before hopping down to grab his laptop and tablet, setting it up as he got back and settled against the pillows. He closed the latke recipe that was open when he opened his laptop; he'd considered trying to make them, but after the failed challah, decided not to. He woke up the tablet by wiggling the pen across it, opening Flash.
Buttons didn't notice (mostly cuz he didn't understand). "Hey, if you're interested in making any other stuff, we got plenty," Buttons giggled, cuddling up to Finch's back. He kept his arms around the other's waist, letting him work.
Finch shrugged, "I wouldn't want to make another mess. I tried to recreate my mom's challah- its a type a bread- and it turned out pretty horribly. I burned the hell outta it but somehow the inside was still raw. Guess I'm not a baker," he joked as he started sketching.
"Hmm~... If you want, we can try to make it tomorrow. We really don't celebrate a lot," Buttons admitted with a bit of a chuckled. "Our celebrating is chilling without school."
Finch was quiet for a moment, it seemed that maybe he didn't hear him? "I'd like that," he said after a moment, glancing at Buttons. "We could make latkes and doughnuts," he smiled softly. "And maybe retry the challah, possibly with some help."
"What's a latke?" Buttons asked curiously, nuzzling into Finch's neck and watching the other.
"Basically like a fried potato pancake," Finch explained. "Latkes and doughnuts are traditional, cause the whole oil thing, and you fry them in oil, ya know. They were my favorite part, but I haven't had them in years."
"Well... We got a frier..." Buttons looked extremely interested. "We can try it~!"
Finch butted his head lightly against Buttons'. He was so in love with this boy, and so so grateful for him and his family taking him in and letting him celebrate his own holiday.
Buttons laughed a little, placing kisses on Finch's cheek and neck happily. "I love you so much~," He hummed.
"I love
so much," Finch countered. "And... thanks. Seriously. I would be moping in my bed all alone right now had you not brought me in."
Buttons hummed again, "I couldn't let my boyfriend just be mopin'...." He smiled a little, "Plus, I get to cuddle you in my bed~." His voice dropped a little, "Get to be with you~ In my bed~." He was just teasing now, kissing Finch's neck again and letting the kiss linger.
"Oh, naughty naughty brat boy," Finch teased, trying to stay on focus with the sketching, as tempting as Buttons was.
"Hehe~," Buttons giggled, lightly nomming on Finch's neck. He settled down, though, wanting the other to focus, and hummed softly, just keeping close.
Finch rolled his eyes with a smile, leaning a little more against him. "By the time I finish the storyboarding, most of your family will probably be asleep," Finch said, just kinda throwing that out there.
"Not me~," Buttons smirked, "And my room is next to Ed's and Max's... Ed is a deep sleeper, and Max sleeps with music..." Just to say that. Y'know.
"Hm. Interesting." Finch said oh so casually, just sketching. No naughtiness happening here, so innocent~
Buttons hummed in response, teasingly nomming on Finch's neck again, and just resting there.
Finch laughed softly, resting his head against Buttons'. "Does your mama know you are trying to be naughty with your boyfriend under her roof~?" he teased.
"Considering I have five siblings, I don't think she can scold me," Buttons smirked.
"You know what... fair enough," Finch snickered. His hand moved fast, and the general motion of a figure swinging into the shot was clear.
Buttons got a little distracted, watching Finch draw quietly, just looking amazed. He relaxed against the other, almost hypnotized by Finch's movements.
By the time he was done, an hour and a half had passed. "How's that?" Finch asked, playing the simple animation back on a loop for him.
"Looks badass," Buttons hummed, eyes wide. "June's really gonna love it."
Finch grinned, saving it before closing his laptop and setting it on the ground beside him. He hummed, coming back up to kiss Buttons softly. "What now?" he asked teasingly.
Buttons felt a shiver move through him, glancing to make sure the laptop wasn't in the way. He shrugged, a bit mischievously, "I may or may not have supplies for some fun, if you're interested...~"
"Oh? What kind of fun?" Finch grinned teasingly.
Buttons hummed, curious, and he moved to kiss Finch gently, hugging the other a little closer, "Pretty sure you're aware of the kind of fun." He smirked a little, kissing the other again.
"I'm a good little Jewish boy, a man of God, I have no idea what you're talking about," Finch teased.
"Pfft," Buttons snickered, his voice dropping lower. "When we got together it's 'cause you were getting off on me in the shower~." He moved to kiss Finch's neck, lightly nipping on the skin.
"W-well, I'm also half Spanish, must be where my lack of shame comes from," he joked. Certainly untrue, told by the blush on his face.
Buttons snickered, "You wanna test that?" He shifted, nuzzling a little lower, scraping his teeth against what he knew was sensitive skin.
Finch made a small whine, leaning his head away a little to give him more room.
Buttons hummed, and... Gosh, he was in a playful mood. He blew a raspberry against the skin, giggling as he picked up Finch and turned, laying the other against the bed with quiet laughter.
"You dork," Finch giggled, holding onto Buttons' waist.
Buttons was beaming, snuggling closer, "Yep." He moved up to kiss Finch happily, "One happy dork that's happily in love." He moved his hands to either side of Finch's head, palms on the bed, "Also one happy dork that has his boyfriend pinned to a bed~."
"What's that make me, huh? Just a boyfriend pinned to a bed?" Finch winked, a grin on his face, looking just as taken with him.
"How about a cute, adorable, artistic and amazingly talented boyfriend that's pinned to a bed?" Buttons hummed.
"Unrealistic," Finch deadpanned, snorting softly.
"Very realistic," Buttons said with a smile, kissing Finch again. "I love you~."
"I love
," Finch grinned happily, kissing him back sweetly.
"I love
Buttons giggled, kissing his nose. "I love you so so so so much~," Buttons hummed, shifting a bit to straddle the other.
"Stop takin' the words outta my mouth," Finch teased, pulling Buttons down to kiss him again. "It's rude~"
"It's not rude, it's mind-reading," Buttons giggled, leaning into the kiss, feeling so happy, his heart so full of love he was gonna explode.
"Well, ain't it lucky I love you so much~" Finch could say it all night, and it still wouldn't seem like enough.
Buttons gently pressed himself down against the other, his kisses lowering again to Finch's neck, nipping and nuzzling close, "And I love you tons~."
"I could say it a million times and it wouldn't be enough times to tell you how much I love you," Finch said, holding onto him, nuzzling his face against his hair.
"I could scream it to the world but I wouldn't be happy until every star heard me say I love you~," Buttons giggled.
"That's gay, Benny," Finch teased.
"We're gay, Patty," Buttons teased back, moving up to kiss Finch's lips. "Like, real gay."
"Thank god," Finch sighed. "I don't know what I'd do if we were straight. Die, probably."
"Probably," Buttons giggled, nuzzling closer. He was really teetering on the edge of being horny and just flopping on the other in cuddles. So he did just lay on the other in cuddles. For now~!
Finch squeezed his arms around him, kissing his forehead. "God, imagine telling that scared little boy running away from home that this is where he'd end up..." he said softly. "Holding the cutest boy in the world, so happy and full of love~"
Buttons squeaked like a squeak toy, giggling as he nuzzled closer. "Sometimes the bravest people get the nicest things~," He praised.
Finch wondered how he'd react if he knew exactly what he'd been through, and was almost tempted to tell him. He didn't want to ruin the moment though, and decided against it. "Yeah... I guess I'm just a lucky guy," he murmured, leaning forward to kiss Buttons softly.
Buttons noticed the look. "Hey, you wanna hear a secret?" He said softly.
"Sure, what is it?" Finch asked curiously.
"I lived in Cali, for like, a really long time~," Buttons giggled, mimicking a Cali girl's accent. He shifted, going to normal, "A fire ate our house. It was just me and Ed and Jan. We were homeless for a bit, then we inherited this place... Still poor, but not homeless." He smiled softly, "I barely remember it, but my family calls it the Dark Ages of our history."
"Damn, must've been scary... At least I didn't have to worry 'bout anyone but myself," Finch said, implying that he too had been homeless.
Buttons hugged Finch closer, "I'm just... Trying to say I know some of it. I clearly don't know everything and you don't gotta tell me everything. I love you, okay?"
"Yeah..." Finch pressed his forehead softly to Buttons. He sighed softly, working his hand into Buttons' hair. "And it's not that I don't wanna tell you, I just... it's not the funnest story, ya know? Don't wanna bring the mood down."
"Up to you. I think the mood right now is cuddles and love," Buttons hummed, relaxed on top of the other. He relaxed with the pets, keeping close.
"I will one day, alright?" Finch promised, kissing him softly.
"Alright," Buttons hummed, leaning into the kiss. He nuzzled close, wanting to comfort the other.
Finch closed his eyes with a soft sigh, happy to just be here with him. "You're warm," he mumbled.
"You're cozy," Buttons murmured, relaxing. "Get to cuddle a cute pretty boy in my bed," He hummed happily, eyes closing.
"You're the cute pretty boy," Finch murmured, snuggling him closer.
"No you are," Buttons hummed, kissing Finch's cheek.
"You are, no take backs," Finch giggled softly. He was already starting to doze off.
"Okay, but you are too," Buttons said, his words barely above a whisper. "G'night, babe..."
"G'nigh," Finch mumbled back, falling asleep in the warm coziness of his boyfriend.
-
Buttons woke up around 9:30, trying to ignore the sun in his eyes. He shifted very slightly, resting in the crook of Finch's neck, relaxed.
"Mornin'," Finch mumbled, having been stirring from sleep for the last few minutes.
Buttons just hummed in response, slowly curling his arms around Finch more. He realized why he'd felt so sluggish for the past few mornings- Finch wasn't there. He cuddled more into the other, happy that he was with Finch now.
Finch pressed a soft, sleepy kiss to his forehead. He had an idea of a cute animation bit of this- ohhh he had ideas for a few cute animations and he'd put so many hearts people would choke on it.
Buttons smiled, blushing a little. He moved to kiss Finch's lips sleepily, imagining waking up like this every morning and just melting from that.
"What a lovely wake up call~" Finch teased, his voice a little rough from sleep, his hair sticking up in every direction messily.
Buttons hummed softly, "Mhm." He kissed Finch's cheek, moving off of/away from the other and sitting up, stretching and cracking his joints.
Finch tried to pat his bedhead down as he sat up, yawning. Uh oh, how'd he get here? He was now wrapped against Buttons' waist, his chin resting on his shoulder. Mmm, he didn't mind.
"Hum~?" Buttons moved an arm around Finch's shoulders, cuddling the other closer, "Why, hello." He gently kissed Finch's forehead, relaxed.
"Hi~" Finch smiled sleepily, blushing a little because he was just... very happy, very warm, very gay.
Buttons saw the blush, shifting to kiss Finch's lips happily. Very warm. Very gay. Much cuddle.
"Ugh, you're gonna kill me, I'm not emotionally ready for you to be kissing me so sweetly," Finch whined.
"Sh, let me revel in my morning breath not killing you," Buttons teased, going to kiss Finch again, tongue swiping against the other's lips.
"See, that's how much I love you, I don't even care that your breath stinks," Finch giggled.
Buttons laughed. "Well." He kissed Finch's nose, "Then let me go take care of that." He got up, getting a change of clothes, "Most of the rooms up here are bedrooms, first floor is anything you want it to be. Don't be afraid to come join me in the shower~." He winked, tiredly moving out of the room.
Finch sat there for about maybe half a second before getting his own change of clothes and followed him. I mean, what better way to wake up than a shower, and it would only be saving water!
Max was already downstairs, a bagel in the toaster. They looked over at Finch, rolling their eyes and shaking their head softly as they waited. Hm.
Hm. Finch just quietly leaned against the wall as he waited for Buttons, having a feeling Max knew what they'd been doing upstairs.
Yes. Max definitely knew. As they got their bagel, they looked at Finch with a raised eyebrow, "I'd appreciate it if you two left your orgasms away from where I shower." They snickered a bit, then paused- "Oh, the manorah. It's in the garage. Didn't crack at all, so it should be good for painting."
Finch flushed, giving him a small shamed salute, "Cool," he said in a small voice.
Max gave a thumbs up, taking a bite of the bagel- were those raisins? -and headed to the living room.
Buttons hummed as he came downstairs, blinking when Max stopped him. He nodded, blushing a little, then moved over to Finch. "Well, we weren't quiet," He mumbled, a little embarrassed.
"I know, I thought we'd done at least a fairly good job," Finch blushed, putting his face in Buttons' neck. "Hopefully he's the only one who heard."
Buttons chuckled, keeping close, "Hopefully." He hummed, looking over, "What do you wanna eat~?" He was thinking about the different things they had, humming.
"Whatcha got?" Finch mumbled into his neck.
Buttons shifted, an arm around Finch's waist while the other opened the fridge, "Egg, bread, bacon... more bread in the form of bagel." He chuckled a bit.
"Bacon... Egg.. cheese...
," Finch said slowly, rising from Buttons' chest dramatically slow.
Buttons snickered, kissing Finch's forehead again before going for the bagels, "Plain or cinnamon raisin?"
"Plain, please~" Finch said, leaning against the counter as he watched. It was cold... "Would you,
, have hot chocolate we can make?"
Buttons let out a
hum, taking out two bagels. He took a breath to continue the hum as he put them into the toaster, going back and taking out the jug of milk. He finally broke the hum, "You want the weird powder stuff or actual chocolate syrup?"
"Hmmmmmm, weird powder stuff
chocolate syrup," Finch grinned, rubbing his gay little hands together.
Buttons gasped dramatically, "Oh, that's
He moved to get two mugs, pouring the milk into both. "Marshmallows or nah?" He put the milk back, going for the syrup and a packet of powder.
"What kind of man do you take me for, Benjamin. Of course marshmallows," Finch said dramatically
"I take you for a man who likes marshmallows, Patrick," Buttons answered, eyebrows raised as he moved to pour the cold milk from both mugs into a bigger cup, and put that in the microwave.
"Good," Finch grinned, draping himself over Button's shoulders, maybe needing to stand a little bit on his toes to do so.
Buttons crouched a little, giggling.
Finch stayed on him totally not dozing off again until the microwave went off. "Benny, the microwave went off," he said as if it weren't obvious, not moving a muscle.
"You koala," Buttons hummed happily, going to take out the milk. He poured it back into the mugs, putting the respective chocolates in the mugs and stirring. He went for the mallows, humming, "Careful~ It's hot~." He relaxed, happy with Finch.
Finch hummed happily, basking in the warmth of the mug, taking a small sip. "Ow." He blew on it a little and took another sip. Still hot.
"I said careful," Buttons giggled, kissing Finch's head.
Buttons didn't notice how his mother was by the doorway, smiling softly and watching her son just being happy in love.
"But it's so good," Finch pouted, taking another sip and ignoring his burning taste buds, not noticing her either. He jumped a little bit as the toaster went off, but managed not to spill the hot chocolate. He pressed a kiss to Buttons' shoulder as he set the mug down to get them. Again, not caring about the hot.
"Babe!" Buttons squeaked, moving to grab Finch gently and pull him back. "Heat, love.
"Hungry, babe.
," Finch grinned. "Fire cannot kill a dragon~"
"You're a bird," Buttons snickered, carefully popping out the bagels onto a plate. "You want any butter or cream cheese?"
"Crem chez," Finch giggled, snuggling into his back. "And of course I'm a bird, thaz why dey calls me Finch~"
"I thouz dey callz ya Finch cuz you sing like a preddy birdie~," Buttons hummed, going to get the cream cheese and putting it carefully on the bagel. He perked up when his mom laughed softly, blushing. His mom hummed, going to make a mug of coffee.
Finch snorted at that, flushing a little when he realized she was there. "Good morning, ma'am," he said quietly, still a little shy around her.
The woman laughed a little, "Jess is fine, dear."
Buttons handed Finch the bagel, kissing his forehead anyway. She seemed to soften at that, happy that her son was happy.
Finch nodded softly, taking the bagel happily, taking a bite.
She hummed, "I'm going out today with your father. Don't burn the house down."
Jess moved to kiss Button's cheek, and he smiled a little, "Have fun."
"Thanks," She hummed, getting the cup and moving off.
Finch waved, leaning back against Buttons as he ate his bagel. "We gonna have a cook day?" he asked.
"Yup," Buttons beamed. He put some cream cheese on his bagel, taking a bite and sipping happily from his mug. Hot chocolate and bagels.
Finch finished one half of the bagel when he remembered. "Oh, yeah!" He ran out to the garage with no further explanation.
He picked up the menorah carefully, happily checking over it.
"Hum?" Buttons just let the other run off, continuing to eat his breakfast. He shifted to see what ingredients they had, a bit worried they might not have everything.
Finch was quite happy with it, and the dreidels had turned out pretty good as well. He left them there, already thinking of the colors he'd paint them. "They turned out great!" he said happily as he came back into the kitchen.
Buttons smiled, "That's good! So then maybe while things are cooking we can paint? Is there any baking involved?" He looked over, eyebrow raised.
"Latkes will be quick to make, I think it's literally just prep and mix the ingredients and then fry them. Donuts are a little longer to make the dough, but cook quickly once thats done. Overall, prolly would only take... two hours roughly? Well, actually less if we're workin' together and doing them at the same time." Finch explained, pulling up recipes on his phone. "Then we'd be done, and we can paint," he smiled happily.
"Alright... Frier." He reached down, pulling out the long rectangular frier. He set it on the counter, taking the basket out, and making sure it was clean before pouring in the oil. He hummed, plugging it in and covering it up so it would be ready to use later. "Alright, explain away~."
Finch nodded, reading over the instructions of both. "Yeah, we have to leave the dough out to rise for an hour, so it would be best to do that first."In a small bowl, combine the yeast, 1 tablespoon flour, 1 tablespoon sugar, and water. Mix well, cover, and allow to rest until the mixture becomes foamy," he read aloud. "In another large bowl, mix the remaining 3 cups of flour with the melted margarine, salt, remaining sugar, and the egg yolks."
Buttons was grabbing ingredients, putting them up, "Alright, uh... Do we need the same stuff for other things?"
"For the latkes, its shredded potatos, grated onion, eggs, flour, salt, and peanut oil," Finch read. "Oh, and jelly and powdered sugar for the donut filling and topping."
"Oh boy," Buttons laughed, looking around. "I'll do my best."
Finch grinned at him, "Do we need ta go to the store for anything?"
"Uhhhhh I don't
so...?" Buttons pulled out the potatoes and onions.
"Okay, cool," Finch beamed, rolling up his sleeves. He set the phone in between them on the counter, looking around. "Measuring cups..."
"Cabinet right of the oven," Buttons answered, bringing things over.
Finch went and grabbed the cups, getting a couple bowls down too. "Gotta melt the butter down," he said to Buttons. "A fourth of a cup." He started reading the directions again, following them as he measured out a small amount of flour and sugar, double checking this was right. Yeah, the rest went in the other bowl.
Buttons went to cut the butter, putting it in a bowl and popping it in the microwave in intervals, not wanting it to explodé.
Finch stuck his tongue out a little in focus, making sure it was all measured and mixed right before he covered it to rest a little while he measured out the mixture for the larger bowl.
Buttons moved to bring the butter, helping measure and mix where he could. He was enjoying helping, following with a hum.
Finch smiled at him. This was nice, and quite peaceful. The house itself was quiet, although he could hear some commotion that sounded like playing outside. He'd already managed to get flour on his shirt and a little on his face, but that was okay.
As they continued, Buttons noticed the flour on his love's face. He got a rag and licked it, and when Finch wasn't paying attention he moved to scrub the flour off before setting the rag down and continuing in what he was doing, humming softly.
"Gross, cooties," Finch teased jokingly, glancing at him as he whisked the mixture.
Buttons rolled his eyes, "Oh, yeah, 'course. You're infected now."
Finch giggled, huffing as he kept whisking. "You know, I just realized that this has to turn from a liquid to a solid."
"So how much mixing do we gotta go?" Buttons said with wide eyes.
Finch looked down at the bowl. "I realize now that usually a mixer would be used for this. Do you have one by any chance?"
"Uhhhhhhhhhh....." Buttons moved around, trying to find it, and he eventually did... Oh jeez. He started climbing the counter, standing on top as he got it, putting it on to the sink. He moved down carefully, but of course he slipped. He yelped, crashing to the floor, thankfully only falling on his side. "Ow..." He mumbled.
Finch yelped, quickly setting the bowl on the counter and kneeling beside him. "Are you okay??" he asked worriedly, carefully helping him sit up.
"Yeah, all good," He managed, laughing a little in disbelief. "Usually I don't fall over," He managed, rubbing his arm. "Oof..." He looked at Finch, "I'm good."
"Are you sure?" Finch asked, clearly disbelieving that he was really all okay.
"Yeah, yeah... Hold on." He gently nudged Finch away, stretching out his arm and rolling it around, then bending his joints, making sure his shoulder and elbow were okay. He nodded, "Yeah, all good, just sore." He chuckled, "Body fat really out here saving my bones." He gently moved closer to Finch again, "I'm good."
"Should I kiss it better?" Finch said a little cheekily after making sure he really was okay.
Buttons blinked. He held out his arm, "My bownes weally wurt, dey's needin' twu wuv's kiss."
Finch snorted, taking his wrist tenderly and pressing small kisses up his forearm before looking at him, still holding his wrist loosely. "Anywhere else?" he said with a cheeky grin that had his mother seen, would think he looked just like his father.
"How about here?" Buttons said softly, pointing at his lips.
"Oh, of course, it's dangerous to let those go unkissed~" Finch teased as he pulled Buttons forward a little while leaning in himself, kissing him tenderly.
Buttons hummed happily in the kiss, moving his arms around Finch's shoulders and pulling the other in for a bit of a longer kiss.
Finch hummed, leaning in a little more into him, deepening it a little.
Junior just wanted a snack. Just a snack, not a scar for life. He ran into the kitchen, not expecting, of course, to see his older brother making out on the floor with his boyfriend. "Eeeewww, gross!" he shouted, covering his eyes maybe peeking.
Amy snorted behind him, "Do I ever want to know how you two ended up there?"
Finch had pulled away from him, flushing a little as he stood up quickly and helped Buttons up, "He, uh, he fell, I was helping him up."
"I've never helped anyone up like that before," Amy chuckled, going to the fridge with raised eyebrows.
"Do you guys always kiss?" Junior asked, wrinkling his nose.
Buttons
blushing bright red and still leaning into Finch. He managed to stand with the other, letting go carefully, and glaring a bit at Amy. He looked back at Junior, "Yeah. People kiss people that they love." He was calming down, trying to ignore his burning blush.
"Someone at my school got in trouble cause he was kissing a girl," Junior said, taking the applesauce Amy handed to him.
You could almost see the struggle on Finch's face not to say "cause being straight is illegal" as a joke. Amy looked like she might be holding back a retort of her own.
"Well, that's not fair," Buttons answered, "Unless the guy or the girl were already with someone. Or they were supposed to be in class." He smiled a bit.
"He was playing a joke on her I think..." June looked confused for a second as he thought of something. "Wait, but I love Mom and Dad but I don't kiss them?"
"Well, you kiss their cheeks- but you save lip kisses for people you're thinking about marrying-" oh. "-I MEAN. AS IN. SPENDING YOUR LIFE WITH THEM- I MEAN... Yeah I'm not making this any better," He muttered, head down in defeat.
"Oooohhh, okay!" Junior seemed content with that. "I'm gonna play Sims now." He took his snack and walked out.
"Well, you two seem busy enough in here," Amy said, a knowing look on her face as she too walked out.
Finch looked back at Buttons with raised eyebrows. "What was that you were saying?" he teased, leaning into him. "What, you havin' some ideas in that brain a your's?"
Buttons nodded, huffing at Amy, and then turning bright red. "I been having ideas, Finch. Don't get too excited about them, they ain't for a long while," He huffed, gently nudging the other, seriously trying to calm down his blush. He whined, putting his face in his hands. Stupid Jan.
Finch giggled, nudging one of Buttons' hands away with his nose to kiss his cheek. Weirdly enough, he wasn't bothered by the idea. The idea of spending the rest of his life like this... it was tempting, really.
Buttons blinked, shifting to kiss Finch gently. "One day," He murmured.
"I wouldn't mind that," Finch murmured softly back, staying where he was for a moment before kissing his cheek once more before going back to start the mixer up.
Buttons' eyes lit up at that, and smiled a bit as Finch moved off. He was just standing there stunned, watching the other happily. "Have I told you how much I love you?" He hummed, head tilting to the side.
"I believe you might have mentioned it once or twice," Finch giggled, glancing back at him. "I might need help figuring out how to use this, by the way."
"Oh fuck-" Buttons laughed, going over to set it up.
Finch helped the best he could, and after a... couple minutes, it was running smoothly and mixing the batter. And soon it was turning into a dough. "Had I done that by hand, I would have been absolutely jacked by the end," he giggled.
"Yeah, you could be using your hand for something else," He smirked.
"Gross, gutter-brain," Finch snickered, pushing him lightly. When the mixture was looking doughy, he got the dough off the whisk and covered it with a towel, setting it to the side to prove. "Well, that's there for about two hours, so wanna make the latkes?"
"Sure~," Buttons hummed, going to set up the next stuff.
"Potatos, eggs, flour, salt, mix em together and thats it, ya just just fry em after that."
"Alright," Buttons said, starting to pour things in.
Finch leaned against him, helping where he could but maybe just kinda cuddling him.
Buttons enjoyed the cuddles, blinking as he uncovered the frier. He put things in the basket, moving it into the frier and covering it again. "How long do we wait?"
"Doesn't say... Prolly gotta watch 'em, just said turn 'em when they're golden brown," Finch said.
"Alright... I guess," Buttons murmured. He took the basket out and turned things over before putting it back.
Finch nuzzled into him. watching and directing him to the shaping of them, happy and warm.
Buttons followed, humming along. By the end, they had a nice plate of them. "What should I do with these?" He hummed.
"Let 'em cool, nom nom yam-aka," Finch giggled.
He rolled his eyes, setting them in the microwave. "Y'think the dough's done? How long did that take?"
"Like... 30 minutes. So we got a while longer," Finch murmured, still nuzzling him.
Buttons turned, wrapping his arms around Finch and nuzzling him closer, humming softly.
"Wanna paints the dreidels?" Finch suggested.
"Alrighty," He murmured, kissing Finch's forehead, moving with the other but still keeping an arm around his waist.
Finch led him along to the garage. He took the slightly wonky one, hiding it in his hand and pushing the other (slightly better) one to Buttons. "See, they turned out great!" (Not pointing out that he'd given Buttons the one that he'd made, of course.)
"Finch," Buttons said, deadpan, "I'm not dumb. The one I made had an indent right there."
Finch clicked his tongue, putting Buttons' back on the table. "Yours is still good too," he said with a smile.
Buttons looked at his, beaming, "Fuck, it came out better than I thought it would." He went to try to spin it, and it was a little sloppy, but it worked!!
Finch beamed, going to find the paints. He did after a few moments, bringing the bin over and setting it down on the table between them.
"Alright, you gotta teach me what to paint," Buttons giggled.
"I can shows ya, but I'm gonna paint mine first~" Finch grabbed the blue, getting one of the brushes and starting to paint one side of it. "Once it dries, we can paint the symbols and the top on."
"Alright." Buttons copied, painting his as well.
Once he'd painted the sides, he watched Buttons, blowing on it to dry faster.
Buttons waved his gently in the air to dry it off, humming softly. He then went and painted a stripe of blue on Finch's cheek.
Finch squinted, slowly leaned in, took Buttons face... and he kissed him sweetly. Then while he was distracted, did a quick two dots and a curve to paint a smiley face on his cheek.
Buttons blinked, and then melted into the kiss a bit. He giggled, looking over in a mirror at the smiley. "Y'know what, that's fair," He laughed.
Finch laughed softly, grabbing his chin to turn his head a little, painting a little heart on his other cheek.
Buttons hummed, letting Finch do as he pleased. He looked in the mirror again, gasping. "Oh no. My reputation!!"
"Oh, and what reputation is that, hah?" Finch asked, kissing his lips softly since his cheeks now had paint on them.
"Me being a big tough button," Buttons pouted.
"Aw, poor babe," Finch giggled. "Everyone already knows you're a big softie~" He poked his cheek where it wasn't painted.
Buttons puffed out his cheeks, then giggled and went to normal, kissing Finch, "Whoopsies~."
Finch giggled, then turned his head back to the dreidel in his hand. He tested it, and the paint was dried. So he set it down to pull up the symbols on his phone, figuring he would go ahead and explain the game while they was painting, but he grabbed the silver paint first.
Buttons listened to the explanation, following along and asking questions where he was confused. He looked excited to be playing the new game, almost buzzing in place.
"Ya got the coins, or sometimes, like my family did it, we'd use some sorta candy like M&Ms or somethin', and ya give everyone an equal amount, we usually agreed on seven each," Finch explained as he found smaller brushes for them, handing one to Buttons. "This one," he gestured to the symbol on the phone as he started carefully painting it on one of the sides, "Is Nun. Easy 'nough to remember, nun does nothin', if ya roll it, you just pass to the next player."
Buttons quickly realized they were going to have to expose Finch to the Candy Shelf. He tried to hide the slight panic as he focused.
"Gimmel," Finch explained, too focused to notice, "means ya 'get'. Land on this and you take the whole middle pot, and everyone else has ta put two coins in to make a new pot."
Buttons nodded again, humming.
"Hey is half, so ya take half the pot." Finch paused to finish the symbol before continuing. "And Shin is share, so you'd put two coins in the pot."
"Alright, that all makes sense," Buttons hummed, trying to think. "Are you allergic to anything?"
"Nope," Finch said as he finished painting the top of the dreidel silver before blowing it.
"Phew," Buttons murmured, following all the symbols as he painted them on. "I may or may not have a sacred thing to show you in the kitchen."
Finch looked up at that, "And what's that?"
"It may or may not include something to play this game with," Buttons said casually, blowing on his dreidel to dry it off.
Finch was intrigued. He touched the paint, dry. He spun it, and it twirled for a good moment before it landed. "Gimmel, I take the pot~"
"If you eat all the candy, I think my family will throw me out of the house," Buttons giggled, kissing Finch's nose before motioning for the other to follow him back to the kitchen. He'd completely forgotten about the paint on his face.
Finch snickered, following him. "That's alright, I already took my prize this mornin'," he teased.
Buttons gasped, looking offended, "But don't you want it every morning??"
"Every mornin' sounds nice~" Finch grinned.
Buttons smiled, moving to kiss Finch gently before going to the cabinet. With a dramatic, shakey hand, he opened it and pointed to the top shelf. ... That's a lot of candy. Who needs that many different types of M&Ms???
“Oh my god,” Finch snickered. “It’s a whole treasure trove! Ya got that marked on a map somewhere?”
"Come over for Easter," Buttons answered ominously.
"What's Easter?" Finch joked, putting an arm around him. "I bet it's insane with all a that chocolate."
"Oh gosh it's fun," Buttons giggled.
"I just know that when the egg bunnies come out, means chocolate's on sale soon," Finch snickered.
"No, it means you get to run around collecting eggs and get
chocolate," Buttons clarified.
"I'm a Jew, this holiday isn't for me, therefore I gotta pay ta get in on it," Finch said, nudging him with a grin.
"Sh, I'll sneak you in," Buttons giggled, "Like sneaking people in the movie theater for a free movie."
Finch giggled, leaning into him. "Are there like... rules?" Cause like legitimately other than the commercialized stuff he wasn't sure how it was celebrated.
"Nah, just don't steal the little kid’s candy," Buttons hummed.
"Huh. There's like.. no rituals or nothin'?" Finch asked a little confused. "Ya don't go ta church?"
"Finch, we're not 'go to church every Sunday' Christians, in case you hadn't noticed," Buttons smirked.
"Well yeah, but like most Jewish holidays you'd go ta temple at least once ta pray," Finch said.
Buttons shrugged a bit, "Well, we don't usually go."
"Huh... alright," Finch shrugged. He looked at the time, at the bowl. "We still got a while before that's done so... We could start paintin' the menorah," he suggested.
"Alrighty~," Buttons hummed, following Finch back to the garage.
Finch started working on painting, not realizing he'd started humming softly as he made sure to get in the indents of the swirls.
Buttons watched, cuddled into Finch's back, watching and listening in a soft amazement.
"
" His voice was soft and sweet, his lips barely moving, still looking unaware of what he was doing as his hands moved. "
"
Buttons was melting. Buttons was so in love
He snuggled closer, quietly listening, not wanting to break the spell.
"
" Finch had starting riffing Zendaya's lines, realizing what he was doing. He blinked, looking at Buttons shyly. "S-sorry," he said sheepishly, a bit of a blush on his face.
"Don't gotta apologize," Buttons murmured, "Like I said; your voice is beautiful." He was loving listening to the other, snuggled close.
Finch's blush only grew at that, and he was too shy to continue, squirming a little bit in a little bit of embarrassment as if this didn't happen all the time.
Buttons laughed softly, nuzzling into Finch's neck. "C'mon, little bird... You can keep singing~."
Finch squeaked at the nickname, totally red now. "Noooo, it's embarrassing...."
"No it's not~," Buttons cooed, kissing Finch's neck. "It's adorable is what it is, birdie~."
"Stooooopp," Finch whined, getting even more flustered.
"Ooooh," Buttons smirked, kissing again, "I don't wanna stop, little birdie~."
"Anyone who says you're innocent obviously has never been in my position," Finch muttered, trying to paint even with the rising heat.
Buttons snickered, "I'm just a guy who sews." He shifted to actually lick Finch's neck slightly before moving away teasingly, going over to another box on the shelf. He brought it out, setting it on the table, "Speaking of..." He opened it, starting to shuffle through the stuff, curious.
Finch shivered at that, squirming in his seat, glancing at him with a pout before he started painted again.
Buttons froze when he found something. He slowly pulled out a tiny dress, looking at it a bit fondly. "Hey, Finch... When we get our own place, can we get a dog? Maybe a cat, too..." He smiled softly. It was definitely a dog dress.
"I never had a dog before, you'd hafta help me figure out how ta take care of it. But I don't mind," Finch said, looking up.
Buttons looked excited for that, buzzing a bit. "Either we get a dog, or kids." He snickered a bit at that, eyebrow raised towards Finch.
"Why not both?" Finch grinned. "Prolly would hafta wait a while for that one though...." he said a little more seriously. "I wouldn't wanna fuck up a kid..." He looked away, going back to his painting.
"We wouldn't fuck up a kid," Buttons said seriously, pausing in his little search. He looked at Finch, slight concern in his eyes. "'Course we'd wait, there's some stuff I gotta do first." He hid a smirk as he looked down again, "Oh- found it." He pulled out a bracelet from when he dabbled in jewelry. It was a silver band that had beads that looked like they were made from string. He set it on the table, humming as he slid it over to Finch.
Finch glanced up at it, a smile playing at his lips, "What's this?"
"A bracelet," Buttons said matter-of-factly.
"Well, duh, but why're ya givin' it to me?" Finch asked curiously.
"'Cause I want you to wear it," Buttons said softly.
Finch rolled his eyes a little, but slid it onto his wrist. "Happy, you dork?"
"Extremely," Buttons whispered, looking at Finch with a new smile, then covered up the box again and setting it away. He moved over, wrapping his arms around Finch's waist and and cuddling into his back, looking like a Soft Button™.
Finch sighed softly, looking back at him as he leaned back into him. He pressed a soft kiss to his lips, content and happy.
Buttons leaned into the kiss with a soft smile, nuzzling close. He looked over to the Menorah, "It's beautiful."
"Yeah?" Finch asked, looking over at it. "I'll paint the bottom and the Star gold, think it'll go pretty good with the blue and silver. I mean, ya know, Hanukkah colors," he smiled.
"It'll be amazing." He gently kissed Finch's cheek, "I'm gonna go try to bring down the candy and not fall over." He walked back into the house, looking relaxed.
Jan walked in through the back door a few minutes later, "Oh, hey! Wow, that looks nice." She looked over, whistling. Her eyes went to the bracelet as she watched him paint, and breathed out a soft, "Oh wow... He gave you it..."
Finch looked up, following her gaze to the bracelet. "Yeah, he just slid it over, wouldn't tell me why."
Jan hummed at that, leaning over the table again, "When he was first getting into crafts, he made his own string wefts. He'd buy the little folded things, and wind them into a tight ball. He got the idea to make them into beads, even if it was a big waste of string. He was so proud of the bracelet 'cause it'd taken so long to make each bead." Her gaze fell, "He was in either elementary or middle school, on the edge there. He brought it to school, and someone stole it. Basically, that was his first fist fight. He was so ashamed when Mom came to get him out of detention, but he also realized that he needed to hide precious things. He started keeping a lot of secrets after that. We didn't realize he had a box of sewing things until he went to college." She added the last part with a chuckle, rubbing her legs together. "He hid it, and he swore that he'd never let it go and only let someone he truly loved even see it again. He of course showed us before he hid it away... I've seen him eye the box when he was in other relationships, but he never took the bracelet out for them."
Finch listened in interest, his mouth falling open a little at the last part. He blinked, looking down at the bracelet he wore, fiddling with the beads that baby Buttons had so painstakingly crafted.
Jan chuckled softly, watching. "Yeah... I never expected him to touch the thing, honestly... I thought he forgot about it." She chuckled softly, shifting and standing up again. "Anyways, I'll leave you to painting," She hummed softly, going inside.
Finch smiled softly, reaching his hand up and kissing the bracelet softly before he went back to painting. Within a few more minutes, he'd finished, setting it down and looking over it with a happy grin.
Buttons came back in, humming, the smiley face washed off but the heart still there. He moved over, gasping softly and putting an arm around Finch's waist. "When it dries, we'll light it. Where do you think we should put it?" He looked excited, kissing Finch's cheek before going to find some candles.
"Wherever your mom says is okay. Usually by a window, though," Finch beamed.
"Alright, I know just the spot then," Buttons giggled. He moved to put the metal cups into the slots, and then put the candles into those, not lighting them but letting them sit there. He moved to pick it up like it was glass, being extremely careful with it (and not touching the paint too much) as he brought it into the house. There was a nice high table next to a window with two shelves under it that had books, and there was a white tablecloth over it already. He carefully set it down, smiling a bit and showing Finch.
Finch smiled, his eyes soft as he looked at it. It was almost bittersweet to see something that reminded him so strongly of home. "We'll hafta light six of 'em now, then the seventh when it gets dark."
"Alright... Let's wait until the paint fully dries, I don't wanna mess it up." Buttons moved to Finch's side again, an arm around his love's waist as he kissed Finch's temple happily.
Finch turned, nuzzling into his neck. "I love you," he murmured.
"I love you, too," Buttons murmured just as softly, cuddling Finch close, happy with the other.
"Jan told me what this bracelet is, by the way," he said softly, kissing his neck just as lightly.
Buttons shifted, blushing a little, going, "Ah, well that takes away the mystery..." His voice was soft, and he shifted to nuzzle closer gently.
"Wish I had somethin' like that I could give you," Finch sighed, his grip squishing a little tighter on his boyfriend, his best friend, his lover. He wanted something he could give to him.
"You being here is more than enough, Patrick," Buttons said softly, shifting to look at the other, "You just letting me love you, loving me, that's more than I could ever ask for."
Finch couldn't bring himself to pretend he wasn't tearing up at that. He brought one of his hands to Buttons' cheek, holding him softly. "I used ta think I wouldn't find no one," he admitted softly. "That maybe I wasn't meant to have someone like that loving me... You sure proved me wrong."
Buttons smiled a little at that, moving to kiss Finch gently, "Glad I did." He kissed Finch again, holding the other closer, pressing their foreheads together lovingly.
Finch sat happily in his embrace, content to stay there like that forever.
"So, should we check on the dough, or just cuddle on the couch?" Buttons hummed, content in Finch's arms.
"Hmmmm, my heart says cuddle but my mind says check on the dough, otherwise we'll forget about it entirely," Finch murmured.
"Hmmmm what a dilemma," Buttons hummed, gently shifting to kiss Finch lightly. "Well, I feel like there'll be plenty of time for us to cuddle," He said softly, nuzzling against the other. He still couldn't bring himself to move, though.
"Mhm..." Finch hummed back, not moving a muscle and not really intending to.
"Oh jeez, we're gonna stay like this forever, huh?" Buttons mumbled tiredly, feeling warm and cozy even though they were standing. He took a few shuffled steps towards the couch, sitting and pulling Finch to sit on top of him, laying down and pulling Finch close.
"Oh no," Finch murmured, nuzzling into his neck happily.
"A tragedy," Buttons breathed softly, kissing Finch's forehead, "Stuck forever cuddling the love of my life."
"Mmm, doesn't sound too bad, when ya put it like that," Finch said softly, ignoring the way his heart skipped a beat when he called him the love of his life.
"No, it doesn't," Buttons murmured, nuzzling closer and his eyes closing.
Finch hummed happily, burrowing into the crook of love's neck and dozing off quickly.
-
Amy came downstairs a little bit later to see them curled up. She shook her head softly, chuckling to herself as she took pictures for blackmail (or really cause she knew her mom would think they were cute) went into the kitchen, finding the mess they'd left and a proved dough ready to bake. Jesus, they'd even left the fryer on. She went over, inspecting the scene, and when she found the latkes in the microwave, she figured pretty easily they'd been making donuts. She rolled up her sleeves, going to work, I mean, she wasn't doing anything else anyways.
Junior came in a little bit later, curious, and started helping, both being quiet as to not wake the sleeping two. When they were done, Amy covered the donuts in a cling film, presented nicely on a plate, before they cleaned up and went back to their rooms.
Buttons had woken up first, but was starting lovingly at Finch. He moved his hand to rub the other's back gently, just lost in thought about how much he loved the other. Having Finch come over had really slammed things into perspective, and he decided right there that he could genuinely spend the rest of his life with this man.
Finch hummed sorta how a cat does when you suddenly touch it while it's dozing, stirring at the movement. He sighed, cuddling deeper into him.
Buttons bit back a laugh, continuing to rub Finch's back softly. He was just laying there, soaking in the affection, loving having the other there with him.
"I wuv you~" Finch murmured happily into his neck, pressing a soft kiss there.
Buttons giggled softly, "I wuv you too~." He was just relaxed and happy, curling Finch a little closer. "I think we passed out," He said quietly, looking around tiredly.
"What time is it?" he asked. "Ah, the dough mighta been sittin' too long..."
"Y'wanna go check on it?" He hummed, gently nudging Finch to sit up.
Finch grumbled at the nudge, but got off of him. He went to the kitche- What. He blinked. Their mess was gone, and there was. The donuts??? All nicely arranged on a plate????? "Wh- did I go crazy or somethin', we didn't finish them, did we?" he said, bewildered and not considering there were other people in the house.
Buttons got up, going over. "The Fae must'a come," He breathed, "Or my siblings." He snickered a bit, going over, kind of wanting one, but looking at Finch.
"Well....." Finch scooted over to the plate, sneaking one of the donut balls and biting into it. He squeaked as jelly almost dropped down his chin.
Buttons tried very hard. He was really trying. But he moved forwards, licking up Finch's chin. "Oh, that's good," He hummed, going to get a donut ball for himself and popping it into his mouth.
Finch giggled. "I think we did good~ Well, us and whoever finished 'em."
Buttons nodded happily, still chewing since he had literally shoved the whole thing in his mouth.
Finch popped the rest of his in his mouth, humming. He opened the microwave, getting one of the latkes to taste test it too. He nodded in approval with a grin, offering to Buttons.
Buttons made an 'ooo' sound, taking one of the latkes and eating it. "Wow, that's good," He said, doing a happy wiggle.
"Hey, and I bet the paint's dry, so we can light some of the candles now to get ready for when it's night," Finch said, nudging him.
Buttons perked up at that, looking around and grabbing a lighter. He handed it to Finch, nudging the other back, "C'mon, then~!"
Finch was excited, he hadn't been able to actually light a menorah in years. "Light the top candle, that's what we use to light the others."
Buttons blinked, and walked over with the other. He looked at the top candle, lighting it for Finch, looking excited.
Finch took the candle, carefully lighting six of them. "Usually, we'd light them one a night, but it's the seventh night, so when it gets dark we'll light the next one," he explained as he did, setting the candle back on the top. He stepped back and looked at it. Oh. There was a look in his eyes for a moment, of a deep sadness and longing, before he blinked and looked back at Buttons. "Pretty, ain't it?"
Buttons had seen it, and he carefully moved an arm around Finch, "Yeah, it is."
"Well, what trouble are we getting up to now in the meantime, hah?" Finch asked, poking his side.
Buttons looked over at a clock, shrugging, "Looks like it's only 3..." He looked at Finch, poking the other back.
"Hmmmmmmm....." Finch nuzzled back into him. "Then we got a while. Whatchu wanna do~?"
"I dunno, what do you wanna do~?" Buttons hummed, nuzzling back as he curled Finch closer, kissing the other's forehead happily.
Finch hummed. "Cuddle while I work on the animation?"
"Upstairs we go~," Buttons giggled, taking Finch's hand and moving back up to his room. He waited for Finch to settle down with the laptop and drawing tablet before going to settle behind the other again, cuddling into his back happily while scrolling through his phone.
Finch pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before settling down and starting to draw the base sketches.
Buttons was relaxed, just cuddling the other and looking through tumblr. He did make a post- "cuddling bf while he draws. never been more gay in my life."
Finch hummed softly, not thinking about it as he focused on the anatomy of the drawings.
Buttons snorted softly, going to reblog it and adding:
Buttons smiled softly, kissing Finch's neck before going back to scrolling.
#Newsies#finch cortez#buttons davenport#finch newsies#buttons newsies#wow also looking back over it on my blog tumblr really just like murdered the formatting huh#oh well i dont really wanna look through all of it to fix it
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God's Children (Fem!reader x The Seed Family, Part 5.)
Description: In the year 2018, a huge nuclear attack took place, having its epicenter on Hope County, Montana. All the people were supposed to be gone, but the reality turned around to be much different from that.
A/N: I enjoyed this chapter so fucking much. Also, I got a bit off the rails with this one - 4.6 K. I made an oopsie. And read the hashtags, I think I'm hilarious sometimes.
Warnings: Usage of the Bliss, the ceremony of being accepted into the cult - or at least when you're prominent. I think it would go just like that with any of their followers - just because they are mister puppeteers.
Tagging: @justanothergirlwithdemons
Read the rest here, babe: PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR
Masterlist: H E R E
Hope County, Montana, 2015:
In the year of living alongside John Seed, a lot of things have changed - whether changed inside of you or they were changing in front of your own eyes.
When you had the crazy idea of accepting John's proposal, you didn't believe that you will make it work. But it worked just naturally. You basically just moved to the big ranch which John has bought you, packing your life and things out of Georgia completely.
You went to visit your parents for the last time in a long time. Your father almost slapped you in affection when you told him straight to his face that you refuse to live under his rules anymore. You sat there as a proud, confident woman during his snap, watching him. Your mom was happy for you - she thought that you have found somebody to live along in this world.
Nothing inside of you told her, that the marriage wasn't for love. Yeah, John provided you with enough affection, with enough grand gestures, a huge and beautiful engagement ring, he was fully comfortable with you being a woman who just wanted their own life. He accepted it and even supported it. But that marriage was far from being a marriage of love.
For John, it was free accessible sex. Joseph refused to know that John is continuing in his sexual life and other activities which could actually kill him one day - so he gave him an ultimatum. He would not have sex or he would find someone to share this beautiful act with. So it was such good news for John when you accepted his proposal.
It also had a religious purpose, but John told you not to stress about any of that.
He was engaged, which was corresponding with what Joseph wanted for and from John, and it was suiting John as well. He was a lot calmer after that when he had someone who actually understanding and processing information his way. When he proposed you an idea, you didn't try to reason with him. You just said 'Don't you want to think this through again?' and 'Do we need to do all of this the hard way? Look at it from my point of view'. But you didn't tell him that he should not do the thing he wanted to do.
You did a number on the ranch too. Joseph sent you the first group of his followers and they helped you with making that ranch a home. It actually felt like home after two months, repainted the walls, moving in the new furniture.
John gave you a full upper hand upon that ranch - it was your work of making a home and you decided to focus on the 'redneck potential' as John called it. You chose an ideal kitchen for you, a huge dining room for John and your family if they would like to visit and a beautiful relaxation space serving also as a living room.
But you loved the gardens and your bedroom the most.
Outside of the house, you were working through the contracts upon owning the most of the Holland Valley. You loved that place and soon, with the help of Joseph's men, you repaired and opened up the places which brought another money to your bank account for buying and renovating other property. It just was a neverending cycle which made you happy.
You knew about the existence of camps for the men and women Joseph has recruited, you heard many calls between John and Joseph - but he never took you on a visit. You just knew that you and John had your place in a high place of the religion's hierarchy. And to say at least, you were pretty glad that nobody was taking you as a part of all of it.
Joseph Seed was a long-time mystery for you. You haven't seen that man for the first six months of your engagement to John. Then you invited him to have dinner with you and John on the ranch. You had some really nasty, weird vibes from that man.
Sure, Joseph was really charismatic, neat and even better with words than John, which you found almost unreal. When you wanted to greet him, instead of shaking hands, he gently grabbed your face and kissed your forehead. You were scared of him at first, but as the evening passed, you turned to like that man, leaning to your palm and drinking wine as he spoke to you like no one else existed at that moment. John was not pleased with you liking his older brother as much as you did. You laughed it off and told John that he's only being jealous - which lead to a whole night of fucking that jealousy away.
But something about Joseph made you think about him when you didn't control your mind for a moment.
The longer you stayed in their slowly growing religion, you noticed some funky business going on. Slowly, you started to have patrols around your ranch - the people of Fall's End started to notice you more and more as you continued with buying more and more property. Sure, Hope Country was as prosperous as not in a long time, but something about you felt itchy. They started to notice you, to watch you, they were cutting you off. But Joseph's patrols were just weird. Like if someone put a spell on them. They were tuned off of the word around, like if the reality didn't even fucking exist around them.
Also, you started to see Joseph regularly. You noticed a strange habit of him having always a girl by his side whom he called 'Faith', but every time you came to see him again, there was a new one.
One night, it was when the cold fall finally came to Hope County, you found a girl knocking at your ranch's door. She was freezing and clearly drugged. You noticed that she's a junkie - veins on her left hand were swollen and slightly violet. But as soon as you opened up the door, she just flat out fell inside. To her bad luck, Joseph was staying at your ranch that night and he was mesmerized by the girl.
Rachel. Some Rachel Jessop, as she introduced her when she had finally woken up. Joseph was mesmerized by her, he called her a siren as soon as she opened up her eyes. Both of the Seeds were just taken away by her - which made you jealous as fuck, honestly. She was the center of their attention and affection for a few weeks and you felt like a fifth wheel, whether John told you not to be too passionate about the new Faith.
Occasionally, everything went back to normal as Joseph decided that Faith will show her full potential in the region of Henbane River. She looked healthier and better than when she knocked on your door. You never found your way to approach that girl not you even tried to.
When talking about the Seed siblings, just as you continue your negotiations, they continue to search for the last member of the family. Jacob. His name was Jacob. And that was when John fully used his silver tongue and the surname 'Duncan'. They found him eventually - and from what you learned from files you were able to read behind the other brother's back. He was a soldier and ended up in a Veteran's center and jail, you learned. That was fucking wild.
Because there was no other place for Jacob, he was staying over at your place. You could basically feel your energy on your skin - his looks were empty and his body was hollow from the inside. Jacob was spaced out sometimes for a whole day and when the night came, he just got up and went to sleep. After those long nights, you usually found him sitting on the sofa again, spacing off to the garden.
One brother, your fiancé John, was a bomb which could just blow up at any minute - his eyes were constantly full of anger and by the time, he started to have bad days. The second one, soldier Jacob, was a hollow shell of his former persona. The last one, Joseph, was sometimes acting like a weirdo and a psycho in one person, sometimes he didn't talk all week, sometimes he only talked about God, sometimes it felt like he was... Trying to flirt with you subtly. And the last one, Faith, was constantly in a state of bliss. They were fucking odd at times.
The Seeds. That was who you were as well. Some other Seed.
As time passed, Joseph made you and John coming to his sermons every time some of them were occurring. You were practically forced to be there even if you weren't interested in it at all. Joseph was almost strangely attached to you coming to his sermons - he made you sit in the first row and his look was following you as he spoke.
You knew that a lot of things he was saying were flat out bullshit. They didn't make any sense. But the way Joseph spoke, that was the shit. He was passionate, charismatic. He made you feel like you belonged right on the seat where you sit. He knew how to make a person feel special, how to make them feel relaxed to be actually open to the possibility that any of his bullshit is real.
One day, John came home. Everything looked right, you've cooked dinner and talked Jacob to eat at least three forks before he spaced out and ghosted through the ranch's fields. But that was pretty normal when you were speaking about Jake.
But John made you freak out. You grew to like him, he was your closest person in Hope County. You started to worry about him, you were used to him and you were looking after him, when he was working too much, you just blew him under the desk, which made him usually go to bed. You knew how to approach John Seed.
So when he entered the ranch with a fucking blood bath happening on his chest, your face went from smiling to pale in a matter of seconds. You loved John's tattoos. He had a load of them and it made him hot. You bit them every time he tried to fuck you through the mattress. But that wasn't a tattoo. He knew how to tattoo himself - you felt that something happened.
He had a problem even with walking to the sofa.
"Baby?" - You asked him and your voice trembled. - "Johnny, baby, what's wrong?" - You went after him, just as he laid down on his back. He wasn't talking to you at all, so you slowly peeled the shirt out of his chest. And you almost thew up on the spot.
Somebody craved the name of the deadly sins into the chest of your fiancé. He had a deep, bleeding cut right in the middle of his fucking chest. Your fingers started to shake as you traced around the wound. In shock you finally saw that he has not only one sin on his body - another was craved on his right hip. You were shocked to say at least.
Without any hesitation, you got up on your legs, got some alcohol and gazes to clean John up at least a bit. He was silent and just watched the ceiling as you cried and cleaned his wound. You were fucking scared out of your own mind. And he was just... Lying there. His body was out of order and his mind was miles away from you.
Then, when you basically have torn the shirt out of his body and cleaned both of his new masterpieces. You put your sobbing face on his thighs, closed your eyes and you just waited for your John to come of that state.
You sat there for hours, sometimes you sat into the big, plushy armchair next to the sofa John was on. He fell asleep at about two a.m. at night, that's when you took a small nap as well. Then, you woke up at five a.m. and made yourself just coffee. Jacob was up as well, he was going for a small walk again. You smiled at him and almost had a heart attack when he smiled back at you. That day was wild.
John came back to consciousness back at seven a.m. when he tried to turn on his side. That's when the pain hit him, almost opening his wound even if you patched him up.
"Baby, baby, Johnny. I'm here." - You immediately fell flat on your knees next to his head and you tugged some fallen our hair back to its place. He looked at you with visible confusion before he remembered who you actually are. He caught your cheek with his palm just so be could focus on your face.
"Y/N, I have great news for you." - He smiled and leaned to kiss you. You gently kissed him back Your eyes teared up again as you traced your fingers on his neck, his collarbones, chest, and belly, letting your hand rest next to the lust, another deadly sin craved into his skin. - "Last night, I finally came to peace with my sins. I have atoned to Got and he forgave me all that I have done."
"You had an atonement? I'm glad that you feel free, baby, but who did something as fucked up like this to you?" - You leaned your forehead on his shoulder and began to cry. He hugged the back of your head with his forearm and you accepted it with grace.
"I started it. It brought me such peace I've never felt in my life before. Joseph helped me to finish it because I demanded it. I wanted it." - He sighed dreamily and looked back on the ceiling. You froze up. He has done that shit to himself. He fucking craved words into his own skin. - "This way will cleanse the world. I need them to see. Through pain, through seeing your own sins on your body, you can actually feel God's grace." - He chuckled and you slowly sat and crawled back into your armchair. That was a lot to take in. Almost too fucking much.
You exhaled loudly, covering your mouth and closed your eyes. You cried again.
"I want you to be clean as well, dove." - He took your hand to his to made you look at him.
"Do you want to hurt me?" - You made his palm falling from yours. - "Do you want to hurt me like that?" - You asked and John opened up his eyes widely. He exhaled as well and chuckled.
"I won't do this to you if you confess to you sins voluntarily and without resistance." - John smiled at you. You had such a pretty face when your eyes were tearing up and your cheeks reddened. You were beautiful. He had no idea how lucky be was when he has such a woman who worried about his bratty angry ass.
"Is it necessary?" - You caught his hand again, playing with his fingers.
"If you want to stay here with me and become my wife, it's rather necessary. If you would like to stay here with us, Joseph wants you to do it." - John kissed your hand. - "We need to give our followers a proper example. What start would be better with Joseph's heralds? It's important. We will do you a small ceremony, nothing too brutal. I wouldn't hurt you. Don't you trust me?"
So you were just told that you will need to proceed with your commitment to Joseph and to John, to the religion. And you were expected to listen. So you listened.
The sermon and ceremony were planned on the same night. John surprised you when he bought you a tight, white dress and ordered one of the followers to braid your hair and to braid in some daisies. When John drove to the church, you looked like a doll. Your legs were prolonged with white high heels and the dress made you appear so innocent. You wouldn't say that looking like a saint makes John smile and happy, rendering joy.
The church members embraced you with great love and respect - they were using your full name with such a heavenly grace, they say kissed your knuckles and pressed your fingers to their forehead. They, either men or women, complimented on your appearance in great words and especially talked about their shared happiness with your engagement.
You and John formed the Royal couple of Joseph's church. Everybody was just over their heels with the surprisingly fast approach of your wedding. So to be exact, you were glad that you finally sat on the bench. Listening to Joseph's sermon was harder than ever because you knew what is happening after that. And you knew that they even talked Jacob and Faith into that bullshit. But Faith was strangely enthusiastic about the atonement.
So you were brain-dead and scared for your life when the sermon ended and everyone got up and went in the direction of the river. You were actually the last one sitting at the bench with tears falling out of your eyes. Those were tears of fear.
"God won't let you get hurt, my child." - You heard Joseph's kind, quiet words and you snapped back to the present moment.
"How can you be so sure? What if I'm a sinner and this whole thing will not go well? I'm scared, Joseph." - His hand dropped on your shoulder, so you hugged with yours it gently, leaning your cheek to that touch.
"I am so sure because I got the chance to know your soul. John talks about you a lot as well. There were two major sins present in your life, but you'll get better once you will confess to them, I swear. Trust me, come with me, and I will lead you to Eden's Gate." - Joseph leaned down to kiss your forehead.
That's how the man spoke to you all the time. He just knew what tone he should use, how fast he should speak to you - Joseph just knew you like the back of his hand. And you just went along with buying his games.
So you leaned into that touch, closed your eyes and gently hugged his palms with your fingers. You could feel as he stood up, but you didn't want him just to end that touch. So you were standing up as well, until you stood in front of each other, looking into the other's eyes, while you still held his hands on your face.
"Are you ready to go now?" - Joseph asked gently and you, after a long while of thinking, just nodded. He offered you his elbow, like a father leading his daughter through the aisle and you simply accepted, your nails practically craving into his forearm. You noticed that he has some new scars - just like your beloved John had.
But you were now the most privileged at the moment - the father himself lead you to your atonement. You were the first to go - of course. The Baptist's fiancée needed to go first. To serve as an example.
Everybody was saying your name, they were cheering for you, the looked so happy at that moment that you ran out of words. Maybe that was a thing that needed to happen. Maybe it will make you feel better in the end. You know, closer to God, closer to the cleanness Joseph wanted you to feel.
John was standing in water, thighs deep. He was smiling at you and Joseph - so you smiled back and nodded at him. You knew that you can somehow count on that man. After all, he truly was everything you had at that moment.
You felt everyone looking at your very own back with their piercing gazes, their eyes full of expectations. You could hear Joseph speaking, but you only concentrate on your fiancé in the water, slowly walking to him, your hands finding his in the ice-cold water.
“Are you ready to confess, accept and cleanse your sins, my dear?” - He asked you in a smooth, loving voice. You were sure that none of their followers can hear you, that was only your moment.
“I am ready in the Lord's and Joseph's name. I am fully willing to accept the weight of my sins, darling.” - You answered quietly. He proudly nodded, one of his followers brought him some sort of a scarf over his shoulders and a book. The Word of Joseph it was.
“Let your atonement begin then, my love.” - He smiled at you. As John practically shouted the 'holy' words, a thought flashed your mind. Were you doing the right thing or not? Those words were sounding very like an egomaniac and like the words of madness. You tried to shake it out of your head, but it was still there as John's men poured some sparkly fluid into the water around you and his thumb delicately baptized your forehead.
“Our sister is ready to confess all of her sins!” - He turned you to the crowd and they were cheering up for you.
“Are you admitting that you're guilty of two deadly sins?” - John asked you loudly, and you nodded. The fluid in on your face was making you insanely numb to everything around you. You had a problem with standing up straight, but the world around you was so beautiful all of a sudden. You saw every contour of Joseph's smiling face, Faith looked like a fairy and John was illuminated by low light. That was the Lord?
Maybe you've done everything right. There was nothing you could've done wrong. No. Now you were perfectly sure, everything felt so obvious suddenly. This was God's plan, definitely. You would swear on your very own life. It was clearer than a blue sky. This was the place you were destined to be. By John's side, you were made to be a part of the family.
You couldn't hear almost anything John was telling you. At least until his voice became louder and more melodic as he started to shout.
"Do you atone to carrying the sins of lust and pride in your heart? Do you?" - He yelled at you, holding your face in his palms firmly. You nodded, but that wasn't enough for him. - "Say it, my love. Say it out loud, so everyone can hear you."
"Yes. Yes I atone to be rotten inside, I atone to carry those sins deep in my very own heart, but I want to be clean. I atone to those sins and I want to be cleansed." - You shouted for your dear life because you felt as he lowered you down to the water. They drugged you, obviously. You were scared so much you wanted to cry your eyes out. You thought that he wanted to drown you alive. And you never felt more intense fear in your whole life.
"May the Lord have mercy with your soul. Let the cleansing begin." - He whispered and pushed you under the water surface. You still saw him illuminated by the light, but blurry by the water in your eyes.
This was your cleansing - he craved the sins into his own skin and this was the atonement you deserved to be cleansed in God's eyes. The first half of a minute was good, your lungs still had air in them. But he held you underwater longer and longer. He held you there so long that your consciousness started to face away and your body started to tremble. John was basically drowning you in the river in front of almost fifty of witnesses and nobody said shit to him.
They saw every second as a holy act. They saw the tensing of your body as something so sacred and beautiful that nobody dared to even say something to stop John and save you. He pulled you out of the water just seconds before you would pass out.
The world seemed even more perfect than ever before. You were on a thing that others just called the bliss. Local drug. The world and the people around you were I'm front of you just as God made them, perfect and flawless. Everything was in glitter, calm purple and shining.
"Sisters and brothers, may I introduce you to the newest addition to my four horsemen who will protect all of you, who will look after my flock and take care of you when the Collapse comes. The last piece to our puzzle, the last Herald who will look after the Holland Valley. Welcome, sister Y/N to our family." - Joseph said to everyone when a few men hide you behind their back so you could puke out the water inside of your lungs and in your stomach.
You felt like there's more and more to puke, your stomach felt like it was floating. The Bliss was harming you; it may have calmed you down a bit and changed your perception of the world around you, but it made you feel sick and John felt as you trembled in his arms. He knew he has to take you home before you puke in front of everybody.
"From this day, my beautiful sister will take care of perfecting our choir." - Joseph kissed your forehead and smiled at you. - "Will you accept this privilege, my dear sister?"
"Yes. Yes, I will gladly." - You mumbled with nodding. You were too out of reality to even know what was going on. You just felt as John lead you to the car and when nobody saw you, you finally puked behind the trunk of his black SUV. Your make-up was smudged all over your face, your dress was soggy and you were freezing, but you stood there and puked everything out, including the dinner you got before you and John took off the ranch.
"I'm not feeling well, baby, I'm not feeling well." - You pulled all your bodyweight into the trunk so you won't fall on the ground.
"That's all right. I felt the same when I craved the sins into my body and I accepted the fact that my soul was cleansed." - John grabbed your shoulders and lead you to the passenger's seat. - "Your body was just freed from the sin and it's feeling so light that you feel you have to get all of it out of your body. You're a herald now and I will take care of you."
You couldn't see that their tactics are the cruelest under the sun. They drugged you, they lied to you and they made you believe those lies. But you couldn't tell that you're puking, because the formula of bliss still wasn't perfect and they basically were only testing the last brew on you. But it made sense in your head - you were cleansed. And accepted.
Even if it was just one big lie.
#the god’s children series#god’s children#Far Cry 5#far cry new dawn#the fucking bliss man#john seed#as the baptist who like to harm his wife#joseph seed#as the father who has a sweet spot for his new sister-in-law to be#jacob seed#as the legend who doesn’t eat more than three forks of fucking food#rachel jessop#as faith seed#as the fucking family weirdo and junkie#welcome to the family#welcome to eden’s gate#we have drugs and weird rituals#in hope county since 2014 bitch#reader x john seed#reader x the seed family
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consider: aziraphale putting a flower crown on crowley and like- arranging his hair so it falls perfectly that night he spent hours reading flower books so that he could choose the prettiest flowers to put on his demon boyfriend's head
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my god. oh my god. i love this. fuck yes. flower crown crowley. upgrade to this: its the night of their wedding. so instead of a veil crowley gets a FLOWER CROWN.yes he is the bride. anathema helped him pick out the dress and its just lovely. its got long sleeves and it’s white like a traditional wedding dress. aziraphales in black. they wanted to wear eachothers colours for this and their wings are out the whole ceremony. crowleys in heels. this is off the rails quite a lot but FUCK IT THAT DOESNT MATTER. its wedding time bitches. oh yeah no one really “officiates” the wedding, the papers are done before hand. they just wanted a party but are they going to bring in a priest? no. fuck that. anathema is where the priest normally is because they dont actually know more than four humans! like who the fuck else was going to do it, shadwell???? no! oh yeah and the them (excluding pepper) are the flower boys and pepper gets to be the ring bearer, because who trusts an 11 year old boy with two blessed/cursed rings? oh yeah ring time bitch. aziraphales ring is a black snake with yellow eyes thats cursed to tighten every time crowleys scared/hurt/in trouble, and crowleys is a set of wings, blessed to tighten whenever aziraphale is scared/hurt/in trouble. and the fact that theyre blessed/cursed just makes it better because theyre immune to blessings/curses/holy water/hell fire respectively, while those who are actually a threat to them arent. its like a tiny reminder of “hey. come closer and you’re probably going to die. fuck off gabriel.” when they kiss at the whatever the fuck its called (altar?? podium??? stand???????? help.) they put their wings in the way. aziraphale ends up with a feather in his hair but thats ok. the reception is fucking incredible, they end up just all going to crowleys flat bc its sure as hell big enough and what would they even rent out?? theres nothing *in* tadfield. and its not like they want to miracle everyone somewhere, they dont want to attract the attention of heaven OR hell. especially not during their wedding, while crowleys in a long fuck off dress that he probably wont be able to run in very well. ANYWAYS. when they get to crowleys flat theres just. so much liquor. and punch for the kiddos. the thems parents dont exactly approve of the fact that theres literally a barrels worth of vodka while theres children but ok i guess. its not like the kids are going to drink any or the adults are going to do more than a shot or two before the kids leave. the kids do end up leaving at like 7, and most of the party time was just old stories that humans dont have anymore, odd stories of shenanigans they got up to in rome (not anything dirty, hell most of the stories theyre not even together in. theres about 30 minutes of aziraphale just talking about what he did while crowley was hibernating for a century.) after the them are gone everyone just goes fuckin BONKERS. everyone who was at armageddon was invited because they all definitely kept in touch, but thats it. again, these two are the top hermits in all of history. they just fucked around most of history not bothering much with befriending humans. crowley did pay more attention in the human relations part of things but does he ever talk to them again after a temptation? no. no he does not. so theres only like 6 adults. and god are they all hammered. all but madame tracy are light weights. the humans anyways, these two have been heavy drinkers for millennia. aziraphale and crowley drank at least 10x what a human could possibly drink before getting alcohol poisoning and dying. that does not mean they have a tolerance at all. they just get really funny between the 3rd drink and whenever they decide to stop. and cuddly. crowley doesnt stop touching aziraphale the whole time. not even in a sexual way at all hes just like. sitting in his lap. or being carried. or playing with ziras wing bc GOD ARE HIS FEATHERS SOFT. zira doesnt take care of them well though so crowley ends up just silently sitting behind zira and putting all the feathers where they should be an all that while zira goes off about cake or something. anathema finds this adorable. probably because she cant stop laughing her ass off at everything. [newt brought weed brownies. anathema ate like 4. the new husbands arent gonna let her die or end up in the hospital though. shell bee fine.] I FORGOT TO TALK ABOUT THE CAKE. its really cheesy. it does have white icing like a traditional wedding cake, but the inside is pink. like its just pink from food colouring. its just a vanilla cake dyed pink. now you may be thinking, whos idea was it to make the cake PINK? crowleys. crowley wanted a pink cake. no one but aziraphale knows this. aziraphale finds it really really cute. everyone else thinks it was aziraphales doing but NOPE. its also got lil angel and demon cake toppers but its not of them, no. theyre store bought. crowley thought it would be funny and aziraphale went with it. (he secretly also found it funny, but also found it inappropriate to laugh at it.) theres no professional photographer, aziraphale didnt really want to involve more humans in this than their friends, and its not like most of their memories together have been documented at all. photos have only been around like 200ish years, thats nothing in the face of 6 millennia. this does not however, stop anathema and newt from taking a million pictures on their phones. at least they have the sense to not take pictures when crowley starts crying. though its not like thye could get a good picture of that anyways, wings are really easy to hide behind when theyre that big. oh shit i really went off the rails on this one but thats ok. ive a feeling no one really minds. oh yeah the actual fuckin wedding is in crowleys greenhouse. its impossibly big. and logically should not fit in the flat at all. that one was somewhat hard to explain to beelzebub, but its not like they really care that much. they were just curious as to what the FUCK one demon could do with a greenhouse of all things. they did not get an answer. just a flower pot to the face and a run away demon. beelz wasnt even all that mad just suprised like the audacity of that mother fucker. anyways. the (altar?? podium?? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING CALLED I STILL HAVENT FIGURED IT OUT AND ITS BEEN 5 MINUTES) was literally grown. its like a flower bush (more like two) that were grown in an arc. crowley did not clear much space for this at all, just the isle and enough chairs for everyone. not that he moved plants for those. just put chairs on top of short plants. the thems parents were really really fuckin confused as to “what the hell?? how did they do this. what.” but stayed because no one else seemed to be bothered much by it, the kids were like ‘same shit as always’ and the grooms seemed happy about this. it was a hassle to actually get to the chairs without stepping on the plants though. and didrie (is that how its spelled??? adams mom.) swears she saw some of the plants trembling when the petals were thrown. she also swears that the bride has snake eyes?? crowley doesnt wear his sunglasses the whole time so all the lights are a bit dimmed, not quite to the point that the humans cant see but if they were any lower it might have been a bit of a problem. especially with all of the mother fucking VINES. why are there vines all over the place crowley?? he does not have an answer. he may have gone over board a few years ago and just. leaves them there. theyre not hurting anybody. SPEAKING OF CROWLEYS SNAKE FEATURES! crowley ends up stammering and hissing through his vows. aziraphale finds this adorable. look at my hissy idiot. i love him. thats all that goes through ziras head. eventually he just lifts his wing so no one can see and kisses him because they both know crowley isnt goign to be able to say it in the next ten minutes. oh yeah their vows are done in latin. because what else would they do it in? also they bless/curse one another in their vows. because it cant hurt them, and its like the rings from earlier. no one with intent to harm them can touch them now without being burned by the blessing/curse. anyone. it can bee beelzebub or gabriel or some human, theyre getting burned. zira lets crowley finish the curse before kissing him obviously. all humans but anathema are confused by this, anathema learned latin as a teenager to better be able to understand occult books. she regrets the fact that she can understand them because theyre being very very lovey dovey and she thinks they did it in latin so no one would be able to understand them. so she just stands there and ends up with her face red as a tomato by the time they’re done. newt is kinda concerned and very confused because “what just happened??? i know that was vows. i think.”
#i really went ham on this one.#im not sorry.#ineffable husbands#asks#this is just what happens now when im asked about good omens.#i know you were talking about a flower crown and then i went off the rails but you know what? this is fine.#oh yeah aziraphale blesses the crown to never wilt so crowley can have it on as long as he likes.#which is like.#a month.#but a flower crown doesnt quite look right in his normal suit.
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