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“A solo mission?” Peter echoes, hardly containing his excitement. “Where am I going? Who am I stopping?”

“Uh, it’s domestic,” Tony says, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Very domestic. No suit required.” 

Pepperony Week 2017, Day 3: Family/kids

(also read on ao3 or ffn) // (read prev. pepperony week 2017 works here)

“Mr. Stark, I’m ready for the mission!”

Peter stands before Tony, suited up and beaming. He holds his mask in his hands, placed proudly on his hips. The sound of a quinjet taking off outside the facility fills the brief silence between them, which Tony breaks with a laugh.

“Oh, right, mission,” he says, snapping his fingers. “Your solo mission.”

“A solo mission?” Peter echoes, hardly containing his excitement. “Where am I going? Who am I stopping?”

“Uh, it’s domestic,” Tony says, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Very domestic. No suit required.”

“No suit?” Peter raises an eyebrow. “What kind of mission—“

“Oh, Peter’s here!”

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Imagine planning your wedding with Sonny

(A/N: So I sort of decided that the Carisi clan hails from Palermo, Italy. I don’t know if you agree but I feel like it fits because it has such a great and rich history and culture. Also fun fact one of Palermo Patron Saints is Saint Olivia. I just thought it would be cute little nod. Hope you enjoy.)

Imagine planning your wedding with Sonny

“Alright.” Sonny announced jumping on the bedside you, causing you to dip slightly towards him, “Which blue do you prefer?”

You looked up at him after opening one eye, your face still half buried into the mattress. He was holding up two small rectangles, both different shades of blue. You shifted yourself up, putting your head up, looking straight up. Sonny was lying beside you, his body facing the end of the bed but he was twisting forward towards you, holding up the colours above you.

“Is their even a difference?” you questioned with a yawn.

“Uh huh.” he prompted

“Okay,” you sighed scanning over them both before pointing out the one of the far left, “That one.”

“Good. Great.” he smiled, quickly jotting it down on the notepad he had balancing on his knee.

“Is that all?” you questioned beginning to lower yourself down so you could go back to sleep.

“Nope.” you said pulling you back up and repositioning himself, so he was lying across the bed while you were lying on the far side, your side.

“Sonny, can we do this later, tomorrow. I just came off a 48 hour tour. We’re both off tomorrow and we’re doing all the wedding stuff.” you whined with pout.

“But we have to decide all these wedding details before tomorrow.” he informed.

“Okay, how long is this going to take?” you questioning knowing you can’t get out of this.

“About an hour.” he informing shooting you a sympathetic look, knowing you were really tried.

“I don’t know if I can stay up that long.” you sighed easing yourself up so you were resting against the headboard of your bed.

“Ahh. I thought about that. If you stay up for one more hour. I’ll make you whatever you want for breakfast tomorrow before we go out.” he reasoned.

“Anything?” you questioned.

“Anything.” he repeated, confirming.

“So…” you prompted.

“Yes, I’ll make you cheesy garlic bread for breakfast.” he sighed shaking his head in disapproval.

“Ahh. For that I’ll stay up as long as you want.” you flirted, leaning back.

“I thought you might. Maybe after we finishes all this we can do something more fun, with our time.” he winked suggestively.

“Are you going to make me dinner too?” you questioned not understanding.

He shot you a look.

“Oh,” you grinned finally understanding what he was he was hinting at, “Let’s get this over with.”

You and Sonny had been engaged for just over six months at this point. Your wedding is in five months. It was going to be held on the first anniversary of your engagement. You had suggested it as it would minimise the amount of anniversaries you’d have to remember.

You’d been working together for four years and dating for three and a half when he asked you to marry him. He’d asked you on one of your usual fortnightly date. You really should have expected something was up by how extravagant it was. Usually, you just went to dinner, which was a luxury in it’s self. Considering, the amount of family dinners and late work nights you both had.

It was definitely your dream date. He’d taken you to a carnival in Jersey for the night. You had a friendly competition as to who could win the other the most prizes. Which he won which you argued was because of his long limbs. You ate crappy carnival food and went on the ferris wheel dragging your herd of cheap stuffed animals along with you. On your way home he suddenly pulled into the northern end of Jersey’s Liberty State Park, so you could see the the sparkling New York City Skyline in the darkness of the evening.

You sat for a hour, looking over it, eating the leftover food. Just talking until he suddenly stopped and looked at you.

And there, looking over the city, alone, in your car, he asked you to marry him.

Obviously, you said yes. You practically jumped him afterwards. You could hardly contain yourself as you both drove back to Manhattan. You wanted to call everyone but Sonny had stopped you, saying they’d all be sleeping as it was 11:00 at this point but when you got home, they were already there as well as his family to congratulate you both.

You found out later that your family had found out what he was planning about a week earlier when he asked them all for permission for your hand in marriage. Sonny was quite traditional, he was Roman Catholic and your family was Irish Catholic, and you were much less traditional. Though, you took comfort in the fact that he didn’t just ask your Father, Police Commissioner Frank Reagan, he’d asked your Grandfather, brothers and sister as well, though the technical one was to your Father.

Both of your families gave you a week to enjoy being engaged before the began bugging you for wedding details.  Honestly, you were never really interested in this whole wedding thing, you would have preferred of just gone to the Registry Office but Sonny, your family and his family adamantly refused. Sonny, knowing that you wouldn’t like spending the next twelve months planning a wedding, so he offered to do it. When you told Erin and Linda this they offered to help too, along with Sonny’s own sisters. You had a team of six organising it all for you.

Sonny, came from a large family, much larger than you own. He spent his whole childhood attending weddings, it was his dream and his families. His Mother had been waiting to send her boy down the isle since the day he was born. The only person who ever dreamed about your wedding was your Mother and she could never attend.

Growing up, you had never imagined marrying anyone, that was up until you met Sonny. Before him you dated frivolously not wanting a relationship that would lead to plans, all you wanted was an adventure. And then suddenly when you met Sonny, you could imagine a whole life with him. Life, marriage, kids.

You wanted that. You were up for the lifelong adventure with Sonny but god was it taking long time to start.  This wedding was the start of it all however to get their, you needed to plan all these thing, all these crazy small details that you wouldn’t even remember when it was over.

Despite, repeatedly telling him that you would enjoy whatever him and your soon to be five sisters planned but he insisted on keeping you involved. Passing, every small detail to ensure it was, okay. It was always, alright.

“Alright,” he smiled excitedly, moving so he was sitting legs crossed beside you on the bed.

“Why are you so excited?” you questioned.

“Because I’ve been trying to sit you down and discuss these things for a week and you keep avoiding it.” he reminded, raising an eyebrow.

“I wasn’t avoiding it. I was working.” you attempted to correct.

“You know I see your schedule, right?” he chuckled reminding you once again.

“Touché.” you admitted, knowing he’d caught you out.

“Okay, so I call your family on Monday to ask if they had special requests.” he began.

“I told you, you didn’t need to do that.” you interjected.

“It was the least I could do, especially after you paid for the upgraded venue so all of my family from Italy could come.” he insisted.

“Well, they’ll be my family soon so, regardless of that now since you’ve already done it. What did my darling family ask for?” you inquired curious.

“Well your Dad and Grandpa asked if they could invite old friends and colleges. Erin,already warned me about that, so I already worked them in so that was fine.” he explained, “Both Danny and Jamie insisted on an open bar.”

“Typical.” you giggled.

“Erin and Linda said they didn’t want anything.” he continued.

“That’s because they already worked it in.” you informed.

“I thought as much and the boys said they wanted pizza.” he finished with a smile.

“That’s my boys.” you chuckled, “Best $20 bucks I’ve ever spent.”

“I know you’d sneak the pizza thing in.” he sighed.

“I asked for two things pizza and chocolate cake. As long as it’s their I’ll be at the wedding with a big happy smile on my face.” you explained whimsically.

“And not because of me?” he questioned jokingly.

“Oh that too but the cake…” you continued to joke.

“Alright, alright. Moving on. Do you want the waiters to wear gloves?” he asked looking up from his notepad which was now in his hand.

“Seriously?” you asked in disbelief.

“Yes seriously. The venue provides the waitstaff and they wear whatever we want. So gloves or not gloves?” he explained before asking again.

“I guess no gloves.” you offered.

“I said the same thing. I hate that weird feeling they give you.” Sonny agreed jotting it down.

“So these are the pressing issues regarding our wedding. I’m glad I’m not involved.” you shuddered mockingly, “If I had to hear about gloves or no gloves, what shade of blue all day. I’d call the wedding off.”

“Well it’s good thing I’m hearing it all day long. I actually do want to get married to you, you know.” he smiled.

“Really, why would you want to do that? I’m awful.” you stated sarcastically.

“I’m willing to look past it.” he said shaking his head, “Okay, so I’ve worked it out. This will probably be what the venue will charges us.”

He flashed you his notepad where’d he’d worked out how much it would cost.

“And this doesn’t include catering, the cake or the florist?” you sighed looking down the seemingly endless list of charges.

“Yeah, it doesn’t and it obviously doesn’t include your dress, bridesmaids dresses, suits or the photographer.” he added.

“Damn.” you commented, leaning back, nursing your temple.

“Are you sure about wanting to pay for the whole wedding?” Sonny asked concerned.

“Yeah, we agreed I’m paying for the wedding and you’re paying for the honeymoon.” you reassured.

“But it’s so costs so much more.” he countered.

“Don’t you worry about that. Even, if I couldn’t cover it. My Dad would help. You don’t have to worry. It’s your day, get whatever you want.” you smiled taking his hand and giving it a squeeze.

“Remind me again how can you can afford all this.” Sonny requested for the umpteenth time.

“Again?” you sighed.

“Yes, because I just don’t get how a New York City Detective can afford this wedding and I’m not even going to mention this apartment.” he prompted, still not believing you.

“My mom ran a successful bakery when I was kid. When she died she left it to me. I sold it to one of her employees that had been working their since day one. I’ve always loved you know interior design and doing things up ever since Danny took me to all those construction sites when I was a kid. I took the money and bought I couple of run down apartments in the East Village for a steal. Did them up and sold them for double. I’ve doing it since I turned eighteen.” you explained once again.

“Yeah, but how can you make that much money?” he questioned.

“It’s New York real estate. It’s a very expensive game. The trick is to keep half the profit you make and use the other half for the next project.” you continued.

“And all that enables you to afford this place and pay for the entire wedding?” he finished in disbelief.

You nodded.

“You’re amazing. You know that?” he stated sincerely and in awe

“I’m well aware of how spectacular I am.” you joked.

“Moving on from that.” he announced, looking down his list of to dos as you leaned your head on his shoulder.“The honeymoon.”

“Yes.” you smiled shooting up in excitement.
“If only you were that excited about the actual wedding.” he commented slyly.

You stuck your tongue at him.

“Anyway the honeymoon. Two weeks in Italy.” he began, watching you all giddy with a smile.

“Uh huh.” you beamed.

“First week in Palermo to spend time with my family.” he started.

“Even though they’re all coming to the wedding.” you interrupted.

“It’s not about that. Palermo is where my family are from. I’m excited to show you were my Grandparents and ancestors lived and worked.” he reasoned.

“I know. I’m only teasing.” you comforted, stoking his head as you rested on his shoulder again, “I’m excited see the infamous homeland of the Carisi clan.”

“But you’re more excited for the second week.” Sonny insisted already knowing.

You smiled up at him.

“A non stop tour of Italy.” he continued to revise.

“Rome to see the colosseum, to Pompeii, Herculanum and Mont Vesuvius for the history and ending it all in Sorrento for two whole days of relaxation.” you recited off by heart, practically jumping with excitement.

As you calmed down you noticed Sonny was staring at you, a smile on his face.

“What?” you questioned feeling self weary as to what he was staring at.

“Nothing, I’m just glad I’m marrying someone who loves Italian culture and they’re not even Italian. “ he commented chuckling.

“Well it’s more ancient roman culture.” you admitted honestly, “And is it you whose glad I like Italy or is it Great Aunt Nora?”

“Great Aunt Nora loves you, Y/N.” Sonny defended.

“But…” you prompted all knowingly.

“But…she would have preferred if you were Italian.” he admitted

“So…” you prompted once again.

“So..it was a good thing you can speak fluent Italian.” he admitted once again gurglingly, “Don’t act so smug Reagan. Just wait until one of your family family members ask why I’m not Irish.”

“Not going to happen.” you sing-songed smugly

“How was dress shopping on Wednesday?” Sonny suddenly asked out of the blue as of he had just remembered.

“Well we got the bridesmaids dresses.” you admitted honestly.

“What about the wedding dress?” he probed.

“Not so successful.” you stated.

“What happened?” he asked.

“Nothing happened. It was just I didn’t want to do. I didn’t want everyone shouting their opinion at me. I love you sisters and god knows I love mine and Nicky. But I just couldn’t do it with them all.” you explained vaguely not wanting to get into it.

“Okay,” he nodded, “Who do you want to go with then?”

“I want to go with…” you started before trailing off, looking towards the corner as tears brimmed.

“I know you do.” he said holding you tightly understanding.

“It’s just she got to do it with everyone else. She took Erin and Linda. She even took Sydney and Angela. It just hurts that she’ll never get to do it with me. She would have been so excited. it’s just whenever I go to go do it. i get reminded and it hurts. It’s just another thing she’ll miss.” you sighed, wiping a stray tear that had slipped down.

“Oh, Y/N.” he whispered pulling you as you buried yourself in his side.

“I’m sorry. I should be happy.” you sniffed pulling away slightly but you had wrapped around his waist and he had his arm around your shoulders.

“It’s okay. I couldn’t imagine not have my Ma with me. I have an idea but you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” he reassured.

“Go on.” you prompted wiping your nose absent-mindedly.

“If you want I could ask Ma to go with you. I know it’s not the same and she isn’t your mother and could never replace her. But she’s my mother and whatever I have. Is yours too.” he offered.

You game him a sad, short appreciative smile, “I’d like that.”

“Really?” he attempted to confirm.

You nodded slowly.

“I’ll call her in the morning. See when she’s free.” he smiled down at you.

You gave him a squeeze before looking up at him.

“I love you.” you whispered, looking at him in awe.

“I love you too.” he said before leaning down to kiss you.

“Is their anything else?” you asked as he pulled away.

“Just one more thing.” he replied as he picked up his notebook and began flipping through it.

“Alright.” you said letting go of him and leaning against the headboard again.

You watched as he flipped through, before stopping and reading it slowly.

“Have you thought about whether or not you’re going to change your name?” he questioned cautiously.

“Not really.” you lied.

“Well, you’re going have to make a decision soon.” he informed.

“Why?” you whined.
“Because it takes time to change your name. You have to change everything. So you can put it on the marriage licence, change your passport and don’t forget all your bills.” he explained.

“I don’t know.” you confided.

“I don’t see what the problem is.” he admitted.

“Th problem is that it’s a big decision. I’ve been Y/N Y/M/N Reagan. My whole life. It’s who I am. Everything I’ve earned was under this name. It’s the name I was born with, the name my parents gave me. It’s a part of me you know. I am a Reagan. It feels like it would be a betrayal to myself if I lost Reagan. But…” you began before trailing off.

“But?” he repeated as a prompt.

“But I also want to have the same last name as our kids someday. So you know we’ll all be matching like my parents had with me and my brothers and sister. Also it would be nice to be Mr and Mrs Carisi and not Mr Carisi and Mrs Reagan.” you continued.

“You can always hyphenate.” Sonny offered leaning forward and looking back at you.

“Yeah but Reagan-Carisi sounds weird. Carisi-Reagan sounds better but I’d never do that. Reagan either is number one or stays or is gone completely.” you explained.

“That’s a tough one.” he commented.

“Exactly.” you stated bitterly.

“Alright, you can decide later but later has to be soon.” he sighed giving in.

“Thank you.” you sighed leaning against him as he relaxed back again, “That’s it right?”

“Yep.” he nodded tossing the notebook on the nightstand.

“So I can sleep?” you questioned.

“You could or we could do something more fun.” he suggested grabbing you and rolling you over so he was on top of you.

“I think I’d prefer this.” you winked agreeing  from under him.

“You sure? Maybe we should wait until we’re married.” Sonny teased, faking hesitation.

You grabbed him and and rolled him over so now you were on top of him.

“I don’t mind living in sin.” you smirked before you began kissing trail down his neck while simultaneously his hands found his way to your back and began sliding your shirt off.

“Alright.” Sonny announced jumping on the bedside you, causing you to dip slightly towards him, “Which blue do you prefer?”

You looked up at him after opening one eye, your face still half buried into the mattress. He was holding up two small rectangles, both different shades of blue. You shifted yourself up, putting your head up, looking straight up. Sonny was lying beside you, his body facing the end of the bed but he was twisting forward towards you, holding up the colours above you.

“Is their even a difference?” you questioned with a yawn.

“Uh huh.” he prompted

“Okay,” you sighed scanning over them both before pointing out the one of the far left, “That one.”

“Good. Great.” he smiled, quickly jotting it down on the notepad he had balancing on his knee.

“Is that all?” you questioned beginning to lower yourself down so you could go back to sleep.

“Nope.” you said pulling you back up and repositioning himself, so he was lying across the bed while you were lying on the far side, your side.

“Sonny, can we do this later, tomorrow. I just came off a 48 hour tour. We’re both off tomorrow and we’re doing all the wedding stuff.” you whined with pout.

“But we have to decide all these wedding details before tomorrow.” he informed.

“Okay, how long is this going to take?” you questioning knowing you can’t get out of this.

“About an hour.” he informing shooting you a sympathetic look, knowing you were really tried.

“I don’t know if I can stay up that long.” you sighed easing yourself up so you were resting against the headboard of your bed.

“Ahh. I thought about that. If you stay up for one more hour. I’ll make you whatever you want for breakfast tomorrow before we go out.” he reasoned.

“Anything?” you questioned.

“Anything.” he repeated, confirming.

“So…” you prompted.

“Yes, I’ll make you cheesy garlic bread for breakfast.” he sighed shaking his head in disapproval.

“Ahh. For that I’ll stay up as long as you want.” you flirted, leaning back.

“I thought you might. Maybe after we finishes all this we can do something more fun, with our time.” he winked suggestively.

“Are you going to make me dinner too?” you questioned not understanding.

He shot you a look.

“Oh,” you grinned finally understanding what he was he was hinting at, “Let’s get this over with.”

You and Sonny had been engaged for just over six months at this point. Your wedding is in five months. It was going to be held on the first anniversary of your engagement. You had suggested it as it would minimise the amount of anniversaries you’d have to remember.

You’d been working together for four years and dating for three and a half when he asked you to marry him. He’d asked you on one of your usual fortnightly date. You really should have expected something was up by how extravagant it was. Usually, you just went to dinner, which was a luxury in it’s self. Considering, the amount of family dinners and late work nights you both had.

It was definitely your dream date. He’d taken you to a carnival in Jersey for the night. You had a friendly competition as to who could win the other the most prizes. Which he won which you argued was because of his long limbs. You ate crappy carnival food and went on the ferris wheel dragging your herd of cheap stuffed animals along with you. On your way home he suddenly pulled into the northern end of Jersey’s Liberty State Park, so you could see the the sparkling New York City Skyline in the darkness of the evening.

You sat for a hour, looking over it, eating the leftover food. Just talking until he suddenly stopped and looked at you.

And there, looking over the city, alone, in your car, he asked you to marry him.

Obviously, you said yes. You practically jumped him afterwards. You could hardly contain yourself as you both drove back to Manhattan. You wanted to call everyone but Sonny had stopped you, saying they’d all be sleeping as it was 11:00 at this point but when you got home, they were already there as well as his family to congratulate you both.

You found out later that your family had found out what he was planning about a week earlier when he asked them all for permission for your hand in marriage. Sonny was quite traditional, he was Roman Catholic and your family was Irish Catholic, and you were much less traditional. Though, you took comfort in the fact that he didn’t just ask your Father, Police Commissioner Frank Reagan, he’d asked your Grandfather, brothers and sister as well, though the technical one was to your Father.

Both of your families gave you a week to enjoy being engaged before the began bugging you for wedding details.  Honestly, you were never really interested in this whole wedding thing, you would have preferred of just gone to the Registry Office but Sonny, your family and his family adamantly refused. Sonny, knowing that you wouldn’t like spending the next twelve months planning a wedding, so he offered to do it. When you told Erin and Linda this they offered to help too, along with Sonny’s own sisters. You had a team of six organising it all for you.

Sonny, came from a large family, much larger than you own. He spent his whole childhood attending weddings, it was his dream and his families. His Mother had been waiting to send her boy down the isle since the day he was born. The only person who ever dreamed about your wedding was your Mother and she could never attend.

Growing up, you had never imagined marrying anyone, that was up until you met Sonny. Before him you dated frivolously not wanting a relationship that would lead to plans, all you wanted was an adventure. And then suddenly when you met Sonny, you could imagine a whole life with him. Life, marriage, kids.

You wanted that. You were up for the lifelong adventure with Sonny but god was it taking long time to start.  This wedding was the start of it all however to get their, you needed to plan all these thing, all these crazy small details that you wouldn’t even remember when it was over.

Despite, repeatedly telling him that you would enjoy whatever him and your soon to be five sisters planned but he insisted on keeping you involved. Passing, every small detail to ensure it was, okay. It was always, alright.

“Alright,” he smiled excitedly, moving so he was sitting legs crossed beside you on the bed.

“Why are you so excited?” you questioned.

“Because I’ve been trying to sit you down and discuss these things for a week and you keep avoiding it.” he reminded, raising an eyebrow.

“I wasn’t avoiding it. I was working.” you attempted to correct.

“You know I see your schedule, right?” he chuckled reminding you once again.

“Touché.” you admitted, knowing he’d caught you out.

“Okay, so I call your family on Monday to ask if they had special requests.” he began.

“I told you, you didn’t need to do that.” you interjected.

“It was the least I could do, especially after you paid for the upgraded venue so all of my family from Italy could come.” he insisted.

“Well, they’ll be my family soon so, regardless of that now since you’ve already done it. What did my darling family ask for?” you inquired curious.

“Well your Dad and Grandpa asked if they could invite old friends and colleges. Erin,already warned me about that, so I already worked them in so that was fine.” he explained, “Both Danny and Jamie insisted on an open bar.”

“Typical.” you giggled.

“Erin and Linda said they didn’t want anything.” he continued.

“That’s because they already worked it in.” you informed.

“I thought as much and the boys said they wanted pizza.” he finished with a smile.

“That’s my boys.” you chuckled, “Best $20 bucks I’ve ever spent.”

“I know you’d sneak the pizza thing in.” he sighed.

“I asked for two things pizza and chocolate cake. As long as it’s their I’ll be at the wedding with a big happy smile on my face.” you explained whimsically.

“And not because of me?” he questioned jokingly.

“Oh that too but the cake…” you continued to joke.

“Alright, alright. Moving on. Do you want the waiters to wear gloves?” he asked looking up from his notepad which was now in his hand.

“Seriously?” you asked in disbelief.

“Yes seriously. The venue provides the waitstaff and they wear whatever we want. So gloves or not gloves?” he explained before asking again.

“I guess no gloves.” you offered.

“I said the same thing. I hate that weird feeling they give you.” Sonny agreed jotting it down.

“So these are the pressing issues regarding our wedding. I’m glad I’m not involved.” you shuddered mockingly, “If I had to hear about gloves or no gloves, what shade of blue all day. I’d call the wedding off.”

“Well it’s good thing I’m hearing it all day long. I actually do want to get married to you, you know.” he smiled.

“Really, why would you want to do that? I’m awful.” you stated sarcastically.

“I’m willing to look past it.” he said shaking his head, “Okay, so I’ve worked it out. This will probably be what the venue will charges us.”

He flashed you his notepad where’d he’d worked out how much it would cost.

“And this doesn’t include catering, the cake or the florist?” you sighed looking down the seemingly endless list of charges.

“Yeah, it doesn’t and it obviously doesn’t include your dress, bridesmaids dresses, suits or the photographer.” he added.

“Damn.” you commented, leaning back, nursing your temple.

“Are you sure about wanting to pay for the whole wedding?” Sonny asked concerned.

“Yeah, we agreed I’m paying for the wedding and you’re paying for the honeymoon.” you reassured.

“But it’s so costs so much more.” he countered.

“Don’t you worry about that. Even, if I couldn’t cover it. My Dad would help. You don’t have to worry. It’s your day, get whatever you want.” you smiled taking his hand and giving it a squeeze.

“Remind me again how can you can afford all this.” Sonny requested for the umpteenth time.

“Again?” you sighed.

“Yes, because I just don’t get how a New York City Detective can afford this wedding and I’m not even going to mention this apartment.” he prompted, still not believing you.

“My mom ran a successful bakery when I was kid. When she died she left it to me. I sold it to one of her employees that had been working their since day one. I’ve always loved you know interior design and doing things up ever since Danny took me to all those construction sites when I was a kid. I took the money and bought I couple of run down apartments in the East Village for a steal. Did them up and sold them for double. I’ve doing it since I turned eighteen.” you explained once again.

“Yeah, but how can you make that much money?” he questioned.

“It’s New York real estate. It’s a very expensive game. The trick is to keep half the profit you make and use the other half for the next project.” you continued.

“And all that enables you to afford this place and pay for the entire wedding?” he finished in disbelief.

You nodded.

“You’re amazing. You know that?” he stated sincerely and in awe

“I’m well aware of how spectacular I am.” you joked.

“Moving on from that.” he announced, looking down his list of to dos as you leaned your head on his shoulder.“The honeymoon.”

“Yes.” you smiled shooting up in excitement.
“If only you were that excited about the actual wedding.” he commented slyly.

You stuck your tongue at him.

“Anyway the honeymoon. Two weeks in Italy.” he began, watching you all giddy with a smile.

“Uh huh.” you beamed.

“First week in Palermo to spend time with my family.” he started.

“Even though they’re all coming to the wedding.” you interrupted.

“It’s not about that. Palermo is where my family are from. I’m excited to show you were my Grandparents and ancestors lived and worked.” he reasoned.

“I know. I’m only teasing.” you comforted, stoking his head as you rested on his shoulder again, “I’m excited see the infamous homeland of the Carisi clan.”

“But you’re more excited for the second week.” Sonny insisted already knowing.

You smiled up at him.

“A non stop tour of Italy.” he continued to revise.

“Rome to see the colosseum, to Pompeii, Herculanum and Mont Vesuvius for the history and ending it all in Sorrento for two whole days of relaxation.” you recited off by heart, practically jumping with excitement.

As you calmed down you noticed Sonny was staring at you, a smile on his face.

“What?” you questioned feeling self weary as to what he was staring at.

“Nothing, I’m just glad I’m marrying someone who loves Italian culture and they’re not even Italian. “ he commented chuckling.

“Well it’s more ancient roman culture.” you admitted honestly, “And is it you whose glad I like Italy or is it Great Aunt Nora?”

“Great Aunt Nora loves you, Y/N.” Sonny defended.

“But…” you prompted all knowingly.

“But…she would have preferred if you, the woman I’m marrying, was Italian.” he admitted

“So…” you prompted once again.

“So..it was a good thing you can speak fluent Italian.” he admitted once again gurglingly, “Don’t act so smug Reagan. Just wait until one of your family members ask why I’m not Irish.”

“Not going to happen.” you sing-songed smugly

“How was dress shopping on Wednesday?” Sonny suddenly asked out of the blue as of he had just remembered.

“Well we got the bridesmaids dresses.” you admitted honestly.

“What about the wedding dress?” he probed.

“Not so successful.” you stated.

“What happened?” he asked.

“Nothing happened. It was just I didn’t want to do. I didn’t want everyone shouting their opinion at me. I love you sisters and god knows I love mine and Nicky. But I just couldn’t do it with them all.” you explained vaguely not wanting to get into it.

“Okay,” he nodded, “Who do you want to go with then?”

“I want to go with…” you started before trailing off, looking towards the corner as tears brimmed.

“I know you do.” he said holding you tightly understanding.

“It’s just she got to do it with everyone else. She took Erin and Linda. She even took Sydney and Angela. It just hurts that she’ll never get to do it with me. She would have been so excited. it’s just whenever I go to go do it. i get reminded and it hurts. It’s just another thing she’ll miss.” you sighed, wiping a stray tear that had slipped down.

“Oh, Y/N.” he whispered pulling you as you buried yourself in his side.

“I’m sorry. I should be happy.” you sniffed pulling away slightly but you had wrapped around his waist and he had his arm around your shoulders.

“It’s okay. I couldn’t imagine not have my Ma with me. I have an idea but you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” he reassured.

“Go on.” you prompted wiping your nose absent-mindedly.

“If you want I could ask Ma to go with you. I know it’s not the same and she isn’t your mother and could never replace her. But she’s my mother and whatever I have. Is yours too.” he offered.

You game him a sad, short appreciative smile, “I’d like that.”

“Really?” he attempted to confirm.

You nodded slowly.

“I’ll call her in the morning. See when she’s free.” he smiled down at you.

You gave him a squeeze before looking up at him.

“I love you.” you whispered, looking at him in awe.

“I love you too.” he said before leaning down to kiss you.

“Is their anything else?” you asked as he pulled away.

“Just one more thing.” he replied as he picked up his notebook and began flipping through it.

“Alright.” you said letting go of him and leaning against the headboard again.

You watched as he flipped through, before stopping and reading it slowly.

“Have you thought about whether or not you’re going to change your name?” he questioned cautiously.

“Not really.” you lied.

“Well, you’re going have to make a decision soon.” he informed.

“Why?” you whined.
“Because it takes time to change your name. You have to change everything. So you can put it on the marriage licence, change your passport and don’t forget all your bills.” he explained.

“I don’t know.” you confided.

“I don’t see what the problem is.” he admitted.

“Th problem is that it’s a big decision. I’ve been Y/N Y/M/N Reagan. My whole life. It’s who I am. Everything I’ve earned was under this name. It’s the name I was born with, the name my parents gave me. It’s a part of me you know. I am a Reagan. It feels like it would be a betrayal to myself if I lost Reagan. But…” you began before trailing off.

“But?” he repeated as a prompt.

“But I also want to have the same last name as our kids someday. So you know we’ll all be matching like my parents had with me and my brothers and sister. Also it would be nice to be Mr and Mrs Carisi and not Mr Carisi and Mrs Reagan.” you continued.

“You can always hyphenate.” Sonny offered leaning forward and looking back at you.

“Yeah but Reagan-Carisi sounds weird. Carisi-Reagan sounds better but I’d never do that. Reagan either is number one or stays or is gone completely.” you explained.

“That’s a tough one.” he commented.

“Exactly.” you stated bitterly.

“Alright, you can decide later but later has to be soon.” he sighed giving in.

“Thank you.” you sighed leaning against him as he relaxed back again, “That’s it right?”

“Yep.” he nodded tossing the notebook on the nightstand.

“So I can sleep?” you questioned.

“You could or we could do something more fun.” he suggested grabbing you and rolling you over so he was on top of you.

“I think I’d prefer this.” you winked agreeing  from under him.

“You sure? Maybe we should wait until we’re married.” Sonny teased, faking hesitation.

You grabbed him and and rolled him over so now you were on top of him.

“I don’t mind living in sin.” you smirked before you began kissing trail down his neck while simultaneously his hands found his way to your back and began sliding your shirt off.

“Birthday surprise” Rami Malek x Reader feat. Sami Malek

AN: Hello there cuties. This is a story that was requested by a sweet anonnie five days ago. To whom I would like to apologies for being a bit late. And I sincerely ope you will enjoy this. And also tomorrow I will post another smut for Smut Mondays.

Title: Birthday Surprise
Fandom: Rami Malek fandom
Rating: Suitable for all ages
Type of fanfic: fluff, romance
Word count: 1022

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Stroke after stroke, caress after caress, your boyfriend Rami was playing with your hair. With a soft cheeky grin spread across your face you hummed a soft tune whilst keeping your eyes closed. Gosh you enjoyed sweet moments like these. Eventually Rami lowered his head down almost on the same level as yours; whispering sweet and caring words to make you feel even more relaxed, if possible.

Today was your birthday. And like any other celebrated by you, you wanted just a small gathering of the closest friends with pizza and music in the background. But knowing your boyfriend; he had planned something bigger. The Maleks and your family have been friends for a really long time, so he thought; why not invite them as well? He didn’t wanted to you step way too much out of your comfort zone so he prepared a small birthday party right inside your house’s basement. Now don’t get me wrong, the basement of your parent’s home is huge, I mean humongous. Not a lot snacks includes, just several drinks and your ultimate favourites, pizza margarita and French fries.

It was indeed a bit difficult for him to make the gathering a surprise since well, you two you were constantly together. Especially by the end of August since his schedule would have been completely empty after wrapping up another season of Mr. Robot. But he had to come up with a plan; he had to hire someone to distract you. Then again, who else to choose for this assignment than his own brother Sami.

Day 2 before the birthday surprise.

Pretty much really early in the morning you were woken up by several pillows getting thrown over your face. With a loud grown you sat up, rubbed your eyes and glanced at your boyfriend’s brother grinning face. “What the hell are you doing this early, why are you waking me up …”

“It’s ten am, it’s not that early” he mumbled in a bit awkward response. “Anyways, in the honour of your birthday my parents had send us shit loads of money, and they gave me an assignment to buy you a gift. And knowing that no matter what I buy you, you will either exchange it or sell it …” You gulped a little bit looking at him. “Um yeah, you know me well …”

“I figured it would be better if we go shopping together, that way you will pick something you will enjoy and genuely like – so what do you say”

“I say, that is an excellent idea and I am all up for it, but why today thought, my birthday is not today”

“Well it’s never too early, right? You have ten minutes to get ready.” He responded and left the room so you could get ready. Damn this is surprising.

Day 1 before the birthday surprise.

It was around seven thirty o’ clock in the afternoon and you were not spending the weekend with our boyfriend. He kept claiming he was busy with work but you highly doubted. You secretly knew he was up to something interesting. Speaking of interesting, you had this sort of night ahead of you. In around an hour you were to meet your parents and Rami for dinner, sort of a double date kind of thing. Of course it was just one of your night your parents would do to make you feel extremely awkward but you had to face your fears.

You have decided to wear your birthday gift; a shorter, black and sleeveless dress. Despite the fact you hardly show your legs, you really enjoyed wearing this piece of clothing, it made you feel comfortable, and maybe tonight it makes you feel mentally comfortable as well.

Day 0 before the birthday surprise.

The of your birthday you had woken up a bit late, around twelve pm. You had a big mug of coffee to kick you off and a healthy smothie made of plenty of frozen berries and bananas. With a lovely sight over the back yard you noticed something going on. Why was your father moving all those chairs to the basement, and why was a humongous black car parked in front of the house?

Maybe someone was planning something. Something special for your birthday, who could be driving a car this big in your family – ah Sami, it must be him. The signs were all over. The other day when he took you out of the house that early just to buy you a gift. Even though it really is fun to expose people you’ve decided to keep your little discovery to yourself. They’ve been working pretty hard, let them finish it – I am positive I will enjoy it.

You were in the most comfortable clothes that evening when Rami came up to your, held your hands gently before the back and placed a kiss on your cheek. “There is something I want to show you sweetheart.”

“Hm what would that be Rami?”

“Well there is something waiting for you in the basement and I would like to show it to you now.” You smiled brightly before turning around, sort of glomping your boyfriend and giving his soft lips a little kiss. “For real? I am excited right now … Take me there I can’t wait any longer.”

An exited shriek was let out of your mouth before you held onto your boyfriend’s arm and allowed him to take you down stairs. He placed his big hands over your eyes as you two entered the spacious room. The first thing you herd was around twenty people yelling out the famous surprise. You were completely blown away. You recognized faces you hadn’t seen in over five years. Excitingly you began hugging your family and friends, it was particularly exciting to hug your future in laws; Rami’s parents.  You had a lovely night ahead of you.

Rami placed his arms again around your waist and kissed your cheek. “I could not have imagined a better way to spend my birthday, thank you so much …” You mumbled and gave his nose a little peck.

There’s No Love (Like My Love)

When I see people ranting about how representation doesn’t matter and queer people are just being annoying and want everything to be about them, I always think about my friend Flora.

(Her name isn’t actually Flora; she works with flowers, that’s all.)

Flora and I grew up in the same city, but on two very different planets. My parents had a house full of books, and we travelled a lot, and we went to weird film festivals and we had frank discussions about most stuff. Her parents were Catholic and no-nonsense people - working class, family first, palm branches on the wall on the right season, two weeks of holiday to the same seaside resort every year. They had no interest in movies and only watched mainstream TV programs (her father: ski, cars, and football; her mother: daytime dramas about women cheating on their husbands with their own brothers and the occasional cooking show). All they read was the local newspaper, and mostly that one section about who died and what’s going on in town and when the market’s going to be.

In a different country, Flora and I would never have met at all - which is a scary thought in itself. Instead, we went to the same school and became friends and regularly played at each other’s houses. She laughed at my parents’ weird Buddha statues, and I stuffed my face with whatever her mum was cooking, because it was always this traditional stuff with way too much butter and sugar and boy, was it good.

When we turned eighteen, I moved away, went to university, started a study about a remote past and naked dudes and how they tied the tip of their penises before running a race so that sand and dirt wouldn’t get in. I met Colombians and Russians and tried my hand at new languages and became best friends with Communist musicians and gay artists. Flora remained home, started an apprenticeship in a flower shop (and loved it), and slowly sank into her parents’ lifestyle, complete with nice boy and Sunday roast and a vague expectation of babies and maybe, one day, a house.

I didn’t come back all that often, and she was plenty busy, but we’d been good friends growing up, and when another classmate organized a reunion, I was delighted to see Flora again. It was ten of us, all girls, and we were in this restaurant chatting about random stuff (boys we used to fancy, who else just had a baby, an old professor who’d got himself the most ridiculous little doggie ever) when someone asked, completely out of the blue, “So, Flora, how’s your sister? God, she must be all grown up by now. Does she have a boyfriend?”

Flora’s sister had been a little sister to most of us. She was five years younger, so she was essentially useless to us - we were fourteen and we wanted to be twenty-four and use make-up and pretend we knew what cigarettes tasted like and she’d come into the room whining about something or other, insisting to be included. And it always ended the same way - with us slamming the door in her face, with her running to her mum, with her mum scolding us, her face all red and her strong hands waving dangerously into the air (she had a dry-cleaning business, and was as muscled as a bull); with us dragging our feet all the way into the garden to play with the bloody child. But, yeah, back then kids were kids, even at fourteen, and after the initial bout of annoyance and resntment we always managed to have fun all together - we would play hide-and-seek, or sneak off to the park and make wobbly human pyramids on the swings.

Does she have a boyfriend?

Flora tensed, and I tensed. Ours is a small town, and I’d seen Flora’s sister several times over the last few years - very often in the company of the same girl. I’d glanced at them as they browsed stuff at the market, as they had coffee together in the main square, and something about their body language - if these had been a boy and a girl, I’d have assumed they were dating. But since it was two girls - you know how it is. It doesn’t matter if it’s a movie or real life: until a same-sex couple actually snogs in front of you, they’re just friends.

(I hate that this is always my first reaction, but there you go.)

“My sister is, uh,” Flora said, and she blushed; and then something changed on her face, and the embarrassment - the shame - gave way to a dogged determination. “Actually, there’s something you should know about my sister. She’s one of those - she’s a homosexual.”

The thing is, my town is small and sort of sleepy, and these issues aren’t exactly out in the open. But we’re still pretty progressive (normal) - we have sex ed in school and we learn what being gay means and civil partnerships are a thing, so people are generally decent. After Flora’s momentous pronouncement, I glanced around the table, and saw that everyone was having the same reaction I was - we were surprised, not at Flora’s words, but at the fact she clearly expected us to be hostile.

“Okay,” the same girl said. “Does she have a girlfriend, then?”

Flora unclenched her hands, breathed out.

“Uh, no. Not at the moment. She used to date someone, though - they were together for quite some time.”

She paused, looked down at her half-finished pizza, then up at us.

“When the other girl ended things, my sister was really - she was very broken up about it, actually. Wouldn’t come out of her room. My mum and me were really surprised, you know,” she added, speaking in a way that implied she was about to let us in in some big secret, “because we didn’t know gay people did things like us. But it was like she’d broken up with a guy - no difference at all.”

Flora stopped talking, then nodded in wonder. She clearly thought this was news to everybody.

I looked up, caught Luna’s eye (I’m going to call her Luna so you know exactly who she is: a bit hippy, dressed in bright things, studied anthropology, fell in love with some Korean boy, mostly talks in terms of prana and chakra), saw that she too didn’t know what to say. That she too was shocked, aghast, even, to see that someone who’d grown up in the same world we had - someone we went to school with, someone we obsessed over Beverly Hills 90210 with - could actually think until the age of 31 that gay people don’t have feelings.

“Are your parents okay with it?” someone asked, and thank God.

“My mum cried a lot,” Flora said, looking away. “She was so ashamed. She was afraid people would make fun of us, shut us out. That no one would wanna marry me because of my sister being - well. She kept saying it was all over, and stuff. But then after a week or so, she just went into my sister’s room and was like, Are you okay? Are you happy? and my sister said yes. So my mum told her that was the most important thing, and if she was different she was different, and if other people didn’t like it -” Flora hesitated, then grinned, “they could go fuck themselves.”

We all cheered.

“So then they hugged and cried together and now it’s all fine. I mean, my dad’s not super happy with it, but my mum’s threatened to hit him over the head if he says anything, so.”

Yeah, we all remembered her dad: a head shorter than his wife, and as jumpy as the electric cables he worked with. As the conversation slowly moved to other topics, I glanced at Flora and felt a great deal of affection for her and her mum. They’d found themselves in a situation they knew nothing about, and they’d faced it alone, without social workers of helpful leaflets or whatever, and they’d gone about things exactly right.

Are you okay? Are you happy?

And, of course, I was also annoyed at myself. Because, yeah, I could wonder all I wanted how the hell Flora and I could have such different ideas about things, but, after all, I’d seen her sister with her girlfriend several times and my progressive, left-wing, university educated (so-called) brain had willfully edited out all relevant information to make the real situation fit in some bullshit mould of boy meets girl normal.

Because the thing is, I’ve always known it’s okay to be gay and gay people are like everyone else and left it at that. It’s taken me a long while to even notice we never see gay people in books and movies. I still remember the fascinated shock of it all - I was reading yet another fantasy novel and was knee-deep in a world of swords and magic coins and whatever, and all of a sudden the wizard had fallen in love with the young hero and I was like, what the hell? Not because there was something wrong with it, but because these things just don’t happen. People are not gay in fantasy novels. People are gay in gritty coming-of-age stories and get bullied and try to kill themselves, and that’s how things are.

When I fell into the whole Destiel trap and started to read Johnlock metas and opened my eyes a bit wider, I rememebred that evening with my friends and started to wonder how different Flora’s reaction would have been if she’d grown up watching television shows featuring one or two gay characters. And not gay characters who die or have AIDS or feel terribly conflicted about their sexuality - gay characters who have crushes and date and are jealous and make fools of themselves in front of the person they love; gay couples who fight because no one wants to do the dishes and the baby needs to be changed and For fuck sake’s, we’re not inviting your bitchy aunt May over for Christmas. Gay people who aren’t just gay and sit around all day thinking about how gay they are - gay people who have jobs and a family and you only notice they’re gay because at the end of the day, they go home to a woman (or a man).

So, yeah, representation isn’t everything (everything would be equal rights, for starters - the right to marry and adopt and not to be fired because you think dicks are kind of nice, for instance, and everything would also be people not needing to come out, because no one would assume you’re straight as a matter of fact and everything else is ‘just a phase’), but if Flora had watched David Fisher fight with Keith about his niece’s bedtime and Lafayette wearing eyeliner and Sookie telling him how fab he looked and Diana Berrigan being the smartest person in the entire office instead of being flooded with annoying white girls crying their eyes out over boring white boys, well, maybe she wouldn’t have been shocked and saddened by her sister’s coming out. Maybe she would have known, right from the start, that her sister was still normal. That her sister was still gonna have it all - the falling in love part, and the first date part, and the huge surge of feeling and the let’s get used to each other and the shy smiles and the familiarity and the easy affection (and, maybe, the boredom, the wondering if this other person even gets us, and where are we going; the pain of leaving someone, the pain of being left). Instead, because of the lack of representation, Flora assumed her sister would live a life of shallow sex in seedy alleys and disease and being only half a person, and this is why people are angry at how LGBT characters are treated in fiction. Because it’s not just about fiction - it never was.

(Otherwise they wouldn’t fight us so hard on this, would they?)

So, here it is. Flora’s story. And hers is the only one I can bear to tell - I can’t imagine how things must have been like for her sister, and I’m angry, every day, that we can’t make a better world where people can just be themselves and give their hearts and love to anyone they want.

Baby Winchesters (Dean Imagine)

Hello:) as a request maybe dean and the reader? They come home from a hunt and dean says jokingly “this’ll be a good story to tell the kids.” The reader freaks out a little and they have a talk about possible children? Just fluffy and cute? Kinda stupid but oh well. Thanks! love ur writing!

This was a really cute request. was fun to write! Hope you like it X

“What is going on!” You yelled as you suppressed a smile that wanted to shine through your lips. Your boyfriend Dean and his brother Sam were hunting a trickster, you weren’t planning on joining but when Dean called you for help you had to come and save them. When you arrived at the location of Manhattan, New York you opened the door to the apartment, and found a five year old which looked exactly like Dean when he was a kid (judging from pictures) and toddler who you were guessing was Sam. “Y/n, it was a trickster” little Dean said strangely excitedly in a childish voice, you couldn’t hold in your laughter. The boys were wearing their older selves large over sized clothes, and they looked adorable.

“You are so cute” you smiled as you walked over to Sam, picking him up and the clothes falling off him. You balanced Sam on your hip and held a tight grip on him with your hand secured on his back. You turned around to look at Dean, he had blonde hair and wide green eyes, and he was just as cute as Sam.

“Aw, Dean you are precious” you giggled at his expression when you complimented him.

“So what’s the deal are you mentally five, or can you like talk like big people?”

“I don’t know” he replied

“What way did the man go” you asked Dean in a voice that would only be suitable to use around small children.

“Next door”

“What why? Why the hell would he go next door”

“Daddy says we shouldn’t say hell” Dean’s face suddenly turned serious “That’s rich coming from him” you murmured.

“Ok so you are five, and he is what, one?” Dean nodded happily. You should have been freaking out but having to look after two children and hunt a monster was going to be hard, you were feeling too much stress to panic.

“Ok I can’t leave you here, but i can’t bring you. Tricksters are people right? well not really but they have morals. They wouldn’t hurt children…I think” you thought out loud

“Can we get pizza?”

“No Dean come on” you held your hand out for him to take it. His tiny palm was wrapped around your own and you walked next door and pushed the already half open door. A man was sitting there in front of a platter of desserts. You set baby Sam on the floor and told Dean to watch him.

“I see you got my gift” the man smirked confirming it was in fact the trickster

“What have you done to them!?”

“They acted like babies so I turned them into babies”

“Alright, this isn’t funny” you stormed up to the trickster and put your weapon to its throat that you had pulled out of your inside coat pocket. “You turn them back. Now, or I will kill you, and they’ll turn back anyway” you demanded sternly as you kept a solid eye contact with the creature in an attempt to intimidate him.

“Alright, alright…but you can’t kill me after”

“Deal” you spat then moved away from the trickster using his body to push yourself back. He clicked his fingers and disappeared. You turned your head to look at the guys when were laying on the floor in full adult size. Sam was only wearing boxers as his clothes fell off when he as a baby, and Dean’s previously baggy clothes that were dragging on the ground fit normally again. You put both your hands out in front of yourself as you stood before the men. They took them and jumped up quickly, Sam then went next door to get his clothes, Darting out of the room clearly embarrassed. Dean kept your hand in his, and locked your fingers, then raised it up to his lips where he placed a small kiss on it

“You handled that pretty well” Dean said with an approving nod

“Yeah, well i needed to deal with the trickster, no time to panic. You by the way were such a cute child, i never realised” Dean smiled goofily, just like he did a couple of minutes ago when he was a kid

“You still have the same little smile” You said returning the same facial expression that Dean was wearing. He leaned down to you and pressed his lips against yours with his grin still spread across them.

“This is definitely a story to tell the kids” Dean chuckled casually, then gulped nervously when he realised what he’d said. The smile faded from your lips and you were suddenly extremely curious. Dean had never mentioned babies and now he had you wondering if they were in your future with him

“Kids?” You asked

“I don’t…well…i mean” Dean searched for words with a blank face.

“You want kids?”

“Some day maybe. If we stop hunting it’d be great to have a couple of rugrats running around”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’d clearly be a great mom”

“You wouldn’t be such a bad father either” You beamed at Dean, he took his hand out of yours and put both of his own around your waist as he faced you front on. His eyes lingered at yours for a moment as you put both of your arms around his neck

“I’d love to have a family with you y/n” He said softly

“You are the only person in the world i’d consider having one with” You replied. Dean leaned his head towards yours and grazed his lips across yours, you stood up on your toes and pulled his head closer to lock your lips. His tongue pared open your lips, as his hands ran up your back and he leaned forward nearly sweeping you off your feet making you giggle, the sound of your laughter muffled by Deans mouth. He loosened his grip on you, you followed his lead. His hands went back your hips as stopped kissing you. He pulled you in for a hug, kissing he top of your head once his arms were wrapped around you.

“Ready?” You heard Sam say to you both from the doorway.

You looked up at Dean, your eye meeting his own which had a twinkle in them.

“love you” You whispered

“me too” he pressed at sloppy kiss to the side of your cheek then with his hand on the small of your back he guided you out the door to head back to his car.

Even though you hadn’t decided to start trying for children, your whole relationship with Dean suddenly felt more exciting now that there was a possibility for a future with Dean rather than just a lot more fighting and death which was what you assumed your future was going to hold. You were buzzing at the thought of it, and Dean Winchester is the only man you could ever imagine being the father of your kids.

Masato-Sama no Urei Aru Nichijou 〜to, Kare wo Aisuru Monotachi〜

Roughly translated as “the worrisome life of Masato-sama 〜and people who love him〜”  What a long name - -”

As I told you before, it’s about the butler following his young master for a day. Sakuraga-sensei said on her blog that this chapter focused on Masato but the real main characters might be people around him. By the way, there’re some fun facts you need to know before reading the summary

1. This black-haired guy is a butler of Masato’s family. His name is Yuihara Ukyou (由比原右京). He was serving Masato’s family for a long time, since Masato was young (he called him “Yui”). His father was also a butler of this house (retired?). I really like the way he talked so politely to his master. 
2. The name of Masato’s father is Shirahane Takehito. He’s the younger brother of Kimiko-Nanao-Mikado’s father. We’ll see him twice in the story (we can’t see his face though T_T).
3. Shirahane Masato is 20 years old. Yukimura Hajime is 25. I wonder how old Yuihara is???

That’s all I can think of now. Since I’m not sure if there’ll be any scanlation soon, I’ll try to make the summary to be in detail as much as possible. So let’s move on.

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What I Call Life (Part 10)

Part Ten of the blangstpromptoftheday mpreg fic.

Parts 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9

Sorry for the delay. I hope this part makes up for it (it’s 7000+ words long!) Songs heard in this chapter are here, here, and here. I own nothing.

This fic is on FF.net too.

“This is my emergency phone number. The number for the club is also on here, but if you really need me, call this one first. If no one answers, then call the club. If you can’t get ahold of anyone that way, then you should-”

“Blaine, it’ll be alright. I doubt anything will happen. You’ve given me eight different phone numbers in the last ten minutes and I know exactly who I’ll call if something goes wrong… which it won’t because I will do everything in my power to make sure Landon is safe and sound in my hands. I promise.”

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