fun fact family is making pizza right now for fathers day

Mistletoe | Steve Harrington X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Request: Steve Harrington x reader where the whole month of December he just carries around mistletoe and he’ll pull it out at the worst times(that sounds wrong omg)

Characters: Steve/fem!reader, Mike, Dustin, Will, Lucas, Holly, Mrs. Wheeler. Mr. Wheeler and Nancy are mentioned.

Word Count: 2601 words.

(Y/N) walked happily through the school hallways, heading toward her locker. She didn’t usually get that happy, especially not at school, but that was a special day. Well, that was the first day of a special month. December.

Even though her family didn’t put much effort into the celebration for this holiday, the girl had grown up being a Christmas enthusiast, already beginning to feel her Christmas spirit in early December.

She knew that the joy she was feeling wouldn’t last the entire month. Her Christmas spirit would be forgotten in the next few days and would only come back on Christmas week, as it did every year. But (Y/N) didn’t care about that, she was happy at that moment - even though she was in school - and that was what mattered.

The girl soon found out that she wasn’t the only one who was a little too cheerful that day. When she finally got close to her locker, she saw that her boyfriend, Steve Harrington, was leaning against it.

“Happy December 1st.” Steve said with a grin on his face as she approached him.

A smile appeared on (Y/N)’s face as she stopped in front of him. “Happy December 1st for you, too.”

Steve started looking for something in his pocket. “I have something for you.”

The girl’s smile widened. Did he really get something for her? Maybe it was an early Christmas present or something? Well, not exactly. A chuckle came out of her mouth when she saw Steve take a mistletoe from his pocket, she should have expected for something like that.

“Really, Steve?”

“What? You didn’t like it?” he asked, smirking at her, holding the mistletoe above them.

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "You’re the worst.” she tried to push him lightly to get to her locker, but the boy didn’t move. “Come on, Steve, I need to get my things.”

“Are you really going to ignore the mistletoe?” he raised an eyebrow at her. “I thought you were all about Christmas traditions and such.”

The girl sighed before leaning toward Steve, giving a quick kiss to his lips. She felt her cheeks heat up as she pulled away from him, looking around to see if anyone was paying attention to them. No, apparently. Don’t get her wrong, (Y/N) loved kissing and showing her affection for Steve, but not in public.

“I hope this isn’t my Christmas present.” she murmured as he stepped out from the front of her locker.

“It’s more like my Christmas present to myself.” he said, causing her to roll her eyes with an embarrassed smile on her face.

“Take this thing away from me.”

“I’m going to keep it in case I need it later.” Steve slipped the mistletoe back into his pocket before leaning over and kissing her forehead. “I’ll see you after class, okay?” he winked at the girl.

(Y/N) had a small smile on her face as she watched her boyfriend walking down the hallway. She shook her head before finally going to her locker, picking up the things she would need.

As the day went by, the girl had forgotten the incident with the mistletoe, not paying so much attention to it, thinking that probably Steve would forget about that too. But she soon found out that wasn’t true.

For almost the whole month, Steve would take that mistletoe out of his pocket sometime when he was with her and ask for a kiss. She didn’t understand why he needed a mistletoe to ask her for it, but she soon realized that he only did it in moments she totally wouldn’t kiss him. Like in the first weekend of December.

Karen and Ted Wheeler needed someone to take care of their two younger children when they left that weekend, since Nancy Wheeler wouldn’t be home either, and (Y/N) was their choice for a nanny. She never had any problems with the Wheeler kids and liked to take care of them.

The girl would always come by to check on Mike every half hour, (Y/N) let him have more freedom while she was there, letting him invite some of his friends to come over if they promised they wouldn’t cause her any problem. Her biggest focus was on baby Holly, since she needed to pay attention to the little girl all the time, but she had no problem with that, (Y/N) loved children.

When Steve rang the doorbell that weekend, they were all talking in the kitchen, the boys picking up a slice of pizza while (Y/N) fed Holly. Dustin offered to answer the door, running to see who it was. The look on (Y/N)’s face as Steve stepped into the kitchen showed all the confusion she felt about seeing him there.

“Steve.” she laughed, her brows furrowed as he approached her. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to check on you.” he kissed her forehead and ruffled baby Holly’s hair, smiling at the little girl who was sitting at the kitchen table. “And the children.”

(Y/N) looked in the direction of the boys, seeing that Dustin seemed very excited by the fact that Steve was there. She turned her gaze to her boyfriend. “You came to take care of them with me?” she smirked. “I won’t share my payment with you.”

Steve laughed. “No, I just came to see if you were okay.”

“The kids haven’t driven me crazy yet.” she joked, flashing a smile to the boys.

“Don’t worry, Steve.” Dustin said taking a bite of the slice of pizza he’d taken. “She’s in good hands.”

(Y/N) narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m the one taking care of you.”

Steve looked from one to the other, smiling, before nodding slightly. “Okay, um, I’m already leaving.” Steve took a few steps, as if he was leaving, before turning to the girl again, a grin on his face. “Oh, one last thing.”

As soon as she saw that smirk on his face, she knew exactly what was coming next, knowing he was going to take that mistletoe out of his pocket before he pulled it out. The girl glanced at the kids and then back at him, trying to show him that it wasn’t a good time. But of course he already knew that, holding that damn thing above their heads.

(Y/N) looked back at the boys, seeing that they all had their eyes on her and Steve. She could feel her cheeks heating up in embarrassment before she rolled her eyes, pressing her lips to Steve’s for a moment before pulling away from him. The girl could hear the boys were whispering something between them, but she tried to ignore it.

The Harrington boy had a smile on his face, leaning down once more to kiss her lips before putting the mistletoe in his pocket. “Okay, now I’m leaving.” he started walking away. “See you later, love.”

“Bye, Steve.” everyone said at the same time.

As she heard the front door closing, she could feel the boys’ gaze back on her, but she just ignored it, going back to feed Holly - who seemed a little confused. She just hoped no one would tell Karen or Ted that she had kissed Steve during her work.

Although that was embarrassing, it wasn’t the worst moment Steve had pulled that mistletoe out. Nothing was more embarrassing – even though she liked a little - than what had happened at (Y/N)’s house a few days after the incident at the Wheeler’s.

Some of (Y/N)’s relatives had gone to dinner at her house that night for no apparent reason, sometimes they simply decided that they would meet at her house and that’s it. The girl never got excited about those nights because none of the relatives she really liked - like some of her cousins - went to these family meetings.

(Y/N) herself wished she didn’t have to stay home during these nights, but her parents wouldn’t let her escape to the neighbor’s house, forcing her to hear them talking about matters that didn’t interest her.

That night was no different than the other meetings. Her relatives talked to each other and just stopped to pay attention to (Y/N) when they asked her something about what she wanted to do after she finished school. And after that, they would start talking to each other again, letting the girl go back to eating her food quietly.

(Y/N) was so interested in her plate that she didn’t notice when the conversation suddenly stopped, only realizing that something had happened when her father cleared his throat, catching her attention. She lifted her gaze, seeing that everyone was looking toward the kitchen window.

The girl also turned to see what they were looking at, being surprised to see Steve waving at her with a funny grin on his face. (Y/N) glanced at her family before standing up, walking quickly to the window and opening it.

“Hey.” Steve grinned at her before nodding to her relatives. “Hey, (Y/L/N) family.”

“What are you doing here?” (Y/N) murmured so the others wouldn’t hear, but she didn’t sound angry, she was actually hoping Steve would make that night more interesting.

“I was nearby with Dustin and decided to stop by.” he looked at her family once more before leaning toward her, also muttering in a low voice. “What kind of party is this? I could feel the boredom from here. ”

“I know, right?” (Y/N) chuckled. “I wish I could go out with you right now.”

Steve smiled sadly at her. “I wished that, too. We haven’t seen each other all day. ”

(Y/N) sighed before looking back at her family, seeing that they tried to pretend they weren’t paying attention to them. “I think I should go back there.” she grimaced.

Steve gave her a small nod before looking lightly into his pocket, making (Y/N) understand exactly what he wanted. He watched her shake her head quickly, her eyes a little wide, but with an amused smile on her lips.

“Let’s make this party more fun.” he suggested, taking the mistletoe out of his pocket but letting the girl decide.

(Y/N) bit her lower lip, glancing back at the family before nodding. Steve didn’t even have to hold the mistletoe above them, the girl leaning toward him before he could do so, pressing their lips together. This time the kiss was more than just a simple peck, lasting a few more seconds as they moved their lips against each other’s. Steve could hear some gasps in the room when (Y/N) let out a low moan while they kissed.

A smirk widened on her face as they pulled away. Steve chuckled before letting a “wow” come out of his mouth. “Well…” he cleared his throat. “I think you better get back to your party.” he chuckled again before nodding to her family. “Good evening, (Y/L/N) family.”

(Y/N) laughed when she saw Steve wink at her before leaving. He had managed to make that night more interesting, but it also made (Y/N) have to listen for the rest of the night about how she knew the only thing boys really wanted. It was still better than just looking at her food for the whole night.

The girl learned to appreciate the mistletoe after that, not bothering so much when Steve took that thing out of his pocket. He also seemed to be learning at what times he could or couldn’t use it. Yes, learning, because there were still times when he would pull that mistletoe out at wrong times. Dangerous times even.

Like the time Steve let her drive his car. (Y/N) was grateful that he trusted her enough to let her do it. She was driving through the streets of Hawkins, focusing as much as she could on the road while talking to Steve.

And, of course, at some point the boy had to take that mistletoe out of his pocket. (Y/N) didn’t notice that at first because her eyes were on the road, but she let out a laugh when she saw that Steve was holding something above their heads, already knowing exactly what it was.

“Really, Steve? Now?” she had a smile on her face as she shook her head in false disapproval.

"Just a quick one.” she could feel Steve’s smirk in his voice.

The girl laughed, leaning her head slightly at him with her gaze still on the road. She turned to him quickly, pressing her lips to his for only a second before pulling away. (Y/N) returned to focus on the road, but she could see Steve fist pumping quietly at her side.

“Happy now?” she laughed, glancing at him for a moment.

“Very much.” he said in a contented tone, laughing with her.

Fortunately, that incident with the mistletoe while she drove didn’t cause any accidents, because a week after that Christmas finally arrived. Since her family didn’t care much for celebrations, (Y/N) had been invited to go to the Wheeler’s for the Christmas party they were throwing - which she happily accepted.

(Y/N) had arrived there earlier to help Mrs. Wheeler before the other guests arrived, she loved being useful. After that, she waited for her boyfriend so she could give him the awesome present she’d bought for him. But Steve didn’t seem to be in a hurry to get there.

While waiting for her boyfriend to arrive, she had time to take care of baby Holly for a while so Karen could go and do things by herself at the party; she also had time to chat with Mike and his friends. Basically, (Y/N) was babysitting, but again, (Y/N) loved those kids, so she didn’t see any problem in that.

But when she saw Steve come in the front door with a wrapping in his hands, (Y/N) quickly excused herself to get his present and ran to hug him. Steve didn’t notice the girl was running toward him and was confused for a moment as he felt her arms wrap around his neck, taking only a few seconds to laugh and wrap his arms around her waist.

“Merry Christmas.” she heard him say in her ear before she pulled away from him.

“Merry Christmas.” a smile widened on her face as she handed the present to him.

He smiled at it before handing the wrapping to her. “And here’s your real present.”

The girl giggled, looking excitedly at it and then at Steve. “Well, that seems to be bigger than a mistletoe.”

Steve smirked. “Well, it could be a lot of mistletoes.” the girl tensed at those words. “It’s not.”

“Thank God.” (Y/N) murmured quietly, making Steve laugh.

“But since we were already talking about it.” the boy put his free hand in his pocket, looking for the mistletoe. His smirk faded from his face, his eyes widening slightly as he continued to look for it. “Fuck.”

“Did you lose it?” (Y/N) chuckled, making him look at her with a small smile on his face.

“I guess so.” he shrugged.

“I thought something like that could happen.” (Y/N) admitted, a grin appearing on her face as she put her hand into her pocket, taking out a mistletoe from there. “So I bought one myself.”

The smirk returned to Steve’s face as the girl stood on her tiptoes to hold the mistletoe above their heads, a warm smile on her lips. Steve laughed softly, wrapping his arms around (Y/N)’s waist and bringing her closer to him. He leaned toward her, murmuring before pressing his lips against hers. “Merry Christmas indeed.”


Masterlist

Friendly Neighborhood Babysitter

“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 date night with Chris.

A/N: Chapter 8, Part 5 of ‘Beginnings’ ❤️ You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series: ‘Perfect’ - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Fated’ - Masterlist; Chapter 8: ‘Beginnings’: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4)

Thanksgiving brought your little family back to Chris’ big family in Boston. The holiday schedule was worked out a while back, after you and Chris had to spend three big holidays apart. Because last Thanksgiving was spent in LA, this year’s would be spent in Boston. Your parents were a little bummed they weren’t going to be there for Jack’s first Thanksgiving, but seeing as they had Jack for his first Christmas- they couldn’t really complain. Lisa did invite them out to Boston too, but her invitation was politely declined as the rest of your family would’ve gotten upset if your parents weren’t around to host their annual Thanksgiving dinner party. You agreed to FaceTime them before dinner so your whole family could see their grandson; not everyone in your family had met Jack yet, so the video call was highly sought after. You had also promised to call the Stan family so you could exchange holiday pleasantries. It’d been a long time since you last saw them, in person that was. You scheduled a FaceTime call at least once a week so your babies could familiarize themselves with their godparents and each other.

The four of you to flew into Boston on a Wednesday afternoon. Scott picked you all up at the airport and took you back to Lisa’s where you settled in Chris’ childhood bedroom as the house he’d bought thirty-four minutes away was still unfurnished. You celebrated Thanksgiving on the Thursday with Chris’ family and friends. Lisa threw a huge dinner party that really started at lunch time, giving you and Chris a chance to introduce Jack to everyone who was yet to meet him. The crowd was slightly overwhelming for your little one, halfway through being passed from Uncle Scott to Uncle Matt- he started bawling, forcing you and Chris to take him and hide out in the bedroom for a while. Dodger padded after the three of you because everywhere Jack went, he followed. Chris had to pace the room for a good ten minutes before Jack calmed down and dozed off. The two of you stayed and made sure Jack was off in dreamland before rejoining the party; Dodger stayed even after Chris asked if he wanted to come with the two of you. Chris pouted as the two of you made your way downstairs, grumbling “looks like he’s found himself a new best bud.” You laughed and gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

Friday was spent at Carly’s. You and Jack hung out inside with Shanna, Carly, and Lisa; Chris and Dodger ran wild outside with the boys and men, tossing a football around. All the while Chris was running around with Miles and Ethan, getting tackled by them- he thought about Jack and how it wouldn’t be long until his son was going to be able to join in on the fun. He was excited, like really excited. It was trivial, but it was also a right of passage for every father and son so who could blame him? He got excited every time football Sunday came around and Jack wore his little Patriots jersey. He’d take a dozen photos while he rambled on about how great it’d be when Jack was old enough to attend the Super Bowl with him. Those photos were added to the scrapbook labeled ‘Jackson Christopher Evans’, along with mementos. Basically anything and everything involving Jack was added to the scrapbook. Your iPhones, iPads, and MacBooks were also chock full of Jack’s photographs. Why wouldn’t they? The two of you were first time parents who had a ridiculously adorable son.

There were many things to get excited about when it came to Jack and his milestones, like his first word: ‘dada.’ He was eight and a half months now, learning to repeat sounds you and Chris made. He didn’t know what he was saying, but it didn’t stop what came out of his mouth from melting your hearts. Chris cried when Jack sounded something close to ‘daddy,’ and you cried because you clearly didn’t spend enough time with him to let his first word be associated with any variation of the word ‘mother.’ Chris felt so bad that he spent the two weeks after Jack said ‘dada,’ trying to teach him ‘mama.’ It was so sweet that you got over not being Jack’s first word. It wasn’t like Jack knew what he was saying anyway, and even if he did- Chris deserved being Jack’s first word as he was the one putting in the time while you were busy at work.

Saturday was your last night in Boston before you flew home Sunday afternoon. Chris asked Lisa to watch Jack and Dodger so he could take you on a date night. Since Jack was born, the two of you had barely had any time alone; date nights did not exist, especially after you started work. The idea of date night became completely nonexistent after you signed the contract making you director. So no, Chris had not had time to celebrate you and your acceptance of an amazing offer. The best he’d done so far was on that same Sunday you signed the contract, after you put Jack down. He made lasagna, you made tiramisu, and shared a bottle of your favorite white wine in front of the fireplace. It was nice; the two of you just sat and talked. But Chris felt like he could do one better, which was what he was doing tonight.

“Ooo,” you sniffed the air, “do I smell pizza?”

“God, you are like a dog with that nose of yours.”

“Shut up,” you giggled. “Can I take the blindfold off now?”

“Just a second.” You heard the door close behind you and felt Chris take your hand again, leading you. The heels of your boots clicked against the hardwood floor as you followed Chris; you stopped when he did. “Okay, now.” He said, helping you take the blindfold off. You smiled when you realized where you were, and that smile widened when you saw the superbly romantic scene Chris had setup in the unfurnished living room of your Boston house. “Fun fact, Scott and I used to camp out in the backyard in that tent.”

Chris had snuck out while you were still asleep to prepare for tonight. He got his old tent, blankets, pillows, candles, roses, and a burner so that s’mores could be made. He got wine, and also ordered pizza from Leone’s that was prepaid and delivered moments before the two of you arrived at the house. Chris would’ve taken you camping properly except he did that before and it didn’t sit well with you. You gave it your best effort, but it was obvious it wasn’t your thing. He knew this, there was proof of it not being your thing even as a child. He’d tease you every time you watched home movies of your childhood, calling you a princess. The one of your family camping out at the beach when you were two was his favorite. Your dad was filming you and you were begging him to pick you up because you claimed the sand was dirty.

“No way,” you gasped dramatically and Chris laughed, pulling you into his arms; he knew what was coming. “I must be dreaming.” You hugged him back as you teased him. “You’re telling me I’m going to get to sleep in the same tent Chris Evans slept in as a child?” You giggled and squirmed when Chris tickled your sides.

“You can never just say something sweet, can you?”

“I wouldn’t be me if I just say something sweet, would I?”

“No you would not,” he released you with a smile. “C’mere,” he beckoned you to follow him as he walked over to the tent. He kicked his shoes off the same time you removed your boots, settling on the ground. He shuffled the cushions and reached for the folded blankets inside the tent, unfolding one to cover his legs. The other remain folded until you curled up on the ground with your head on his lap; he flipped it, covering you. “Jack and Diane, back at it.”

“If you want me to focus on us, you probably shouldn’t mention our son’s name.” You said then giggled, patting his smiling face. “Where’s the pizza?” You asked and he leaned forward, reaching for the box and flipping the lid open. “Gimme!” You grinned, grabbing the slice he was holding out for you and stuffing it into your mouth.

“Maybe you should sit up,” Chris chuckled, pulling a strand of your hair out of your mouth. “I don’t want you to choke.” You took another bite as you sat up. “Still the best pizza ever, right?” He quizzed as he pulled a slice out for himself, taking a bite. “I could easily have Leone’s all day every day when we move back to Boston.”

“All day every day might be a bit much,” you disagreed. “But once a week, maybe.” He nodded in agreement. “Hey,” you lowered your slice onto the lid of the box, sweeping the crumbs off your hands. “If you’re saying that, does that mean we’re open to talking about moving back to Boston again?” The last time being when you were still pregnant; it didn’t go well then, you were hoping it’d go better now.

“You want to talk moving to Boston when you’ve got a movie to direct in LA?”

“I’m not saying we move right away, I’m just- I’d like a timeline,” you told him and he sighed. “I’ll take that as a ‘no’ to my earlier question then.” He chuckled, nodding as he took another bite of his slice. “Just out of curiosity, is it still because you’re worried I can’t handle being a mom in a new place?”

“No, darling,” he shook his head, smiling. “You’re a natural when it comes to parenthood, I don’t think location will affect that. This has nothing to do with that, this is more wanting to be where Hollywood needs us. LA is home base for many studios and production companies. I travel when I need to film, but everything else is held in LA. It’s just smarter if we stay here for now, it’ll save us traveling back and forth and give us more time with Jack. I’d give you a timeline, but I don’t know.”

“Well let me know when you know.”

“Trust me, you’ll be the first person I tell.” He winked and you smiled, picking your pizza up for another bite. “So how’s pre-production coming along?” He asked and you scrunched your nose, making him laugh. “That bad, huh?” He poured you both a glass of wine. “Pre-production’s always like that. Once you start filming, it’ll get better.”

“I’d agree, but I have to wear a beret the whole time so…”

“Right, the beret,” he laughed, slapping his knee. “You look so cute in berets though.”

“I know I look cute in berets, but I don’t like wearing your beret because it reminds me of the bet I lost.” You said and he laughed louder, throwing his head back. You tried not to laugh yourself as you took a sip of your wine. “Thank you though,” you lowered your glass and he raised a brow at you. “For pushing me to direct, for believing in me the way you do.”

“Are you kidding me?” He pressed one hand against your cheek, brushing your supple skin with the pad of his thumb. “Of course. But hey, it’s not just me. I can only do so much, you’re so stubborn that unless you want to do something- you won’t. So don’t just thank me, you got yourself here too.” You smiled, making Chris smile too. “I am so proud of you, Y/N. And not just because you’re finally doing what you said you’d do. I’m proud of you and how much you’ve grown in three years, hell- since Jack was born. Looking at you now, a wife, a mom, a director. It’s hard to believe  three years ago you were just a nineteen year old student writing fan fiction in an airport Starbucks.”

“It’s unbelievable, yes,” you nodded, chuckling. “You gotta blame that Chris Evans, he was the one who started all this.” You joked and he laughed, shaking his head. “Three years, wow. Time really flies, doesn’t it?”

“Only when you’re having fun,” he whispered as he leaned in.

“I must be having a ball with you then.” You whispered back, inches away from his lips.

“I love you so much,” he smiled, flashing his pearly whites.

“I love you too,” you grinned back then met his lips.

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Epilogue

Goodbye

Lutteo ficweek - Day 1

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Prompt: It’s raining and you forgot your umbrella so I offered for us to share but this was a mistake because you’re tall and I’m not and the wind is blowing water in my face and goddamit get down here.


What was I think when I offered for us to share the umbrella?

Matteo is gigantic and I’m just a normal sized person. Okay, it’s the other way around, he is average height and I’m bit below average. Anyway, I’m getting wet holding the umbrella above Matteo’s head: it is too high for protecting me from the water.

The wind is blowing it right on me, not even my face is safe, and Matteo can’t notice because he doesn’t look at me. We are awkward with each other. To say we aren’t on good terms would be to say too little. The start of our ending was when his father stated he wouldn’t support some wanderer dreamer. This changed Matteo’s whole life; he started working at Jam & Roller and moved in with Simón. In the beginning, it was pretty fun, we’d loved spending so much time together. Although, we forgot you can’t change your whole life and still be the same living it.

That came unexpectedly. After a while, everything around Matteo was gray and miserable, nothing was able of making Matteo’s smile appear. He trapped himself within so many barriers, soon, it was impossible to reach him.

Matteo doesn’t show his real feelings for anyone anymore, just how hugely annoyed he is by your presence. He wore a mask, faking every day. I know him well enough to know that the main reason for this huge act is that Matteo misses his family, which is perfectly normal, but he doesn’t admit it is happening to him. His mask didn’t take long to began to crack, all the pretense failing, he began to easily lose his calm with both customers and friends.

It was unbearable, we couldn’t be in the same room for long without yelling and hurting each other. Matteo stopped messaging me and I stopped calling him. We skated one last time, but Matteo seemed to have lost all his rhythm, his swing, his love.

Our last date was sorrowful. We were supposed to chill, Netflix and pizza, we were trying to save our relationship, but the two of us were so full of grief. The love we felt was lost in all the soreness we were feeling.

We collapsed.

“Life is not a dream, Luna. It’s childish of you to believe something will happen just because you want it so bad.” That was the last thing I heard from him that night.

After that, I ran from the apartment. I was suffocating being the same room as him and only distance could make me breathe properly. I was crying, blubbering on the sidewalk.

I couldn’t stand it anymore. He is making his life miserable and pushing everyone out. I couldn’t stand watching him destroying his life.

I’m so useless next to him.

That was our end.

But our breakup wasn’t the last time I saw him, we kept working in Jam & Roller, so we saw each other every day. Painfully, the following days were easier to work with him, our break up made his mood a bit better, his calm improved or at least that was what I thought because, some days after, he proved me wrong.

He provoked his dismissal by throwing a smoothie on Ámbar on purpose.He did that, then walked out of Jam & Roller, without saying a word.

“I only asked how this dumb was doing today!” Ámbar complained, whipping the smoothie away from her hair. I didn’t believe it was just that.

“Yes, he lost control at the question,” Nina confirmed, shocked. I sighed; it was only a greeting and he blew up. After a while, Nina pulled me a side. “Luna, he didn’t seem sober.”

Only hearing this phrase was already enough to make me go crazy with worry about him.

A fact about my feelings for Matteo: they didn’t change too much, I still worry about him, I still like him, I still want him around and  I don’t want to forget what we had, or him. The thing is, I missed him.

Simón assured me Matteo was fine later that day.

“He wanted that, Luna.” Simón comforted me through the phone. “Matteo need some space.”

“Matteo will move out?” I asked, shocked, as he finished his sentence. Matteo couldn’t move out, he had nowhere, no one besides Simón. Yeah, he even got Gastón away from him. Simón is the only one who is able of managing their weird friendship.

“No.” He answered only this. In his silence, Simón was revealing he couldn’t tell me more.

It’s been two weeks.

Today Matteo came to the rink when I was closing it, to get back his things from his locker. It was already late and raining a river, Matteo forgot his umbrella and I offered for us to share. I needed to speak with Simón, so I was going that way… And they say benevolence heals the soul. Plus, it’s just an act of charity toward Matteo, it means nothing.

On the other hand, my body doesn’t agree that this is nothing. My heart is racing and my lungs failing, not enough air rushing my system. My legs are weak and trembling like their bones have completely vanished, my stomach found its own rollercoaster and is riding it on repeat and my eyes are able to capture the world with much more colors than 15 minutes before.

But it all can absolutely be the rain’s fault. I’m totally soaked now. A sneeze comes. Good, I’m catching the flu.

“Bless you,” Matteo whispers and I think he thought I wasn’t going to hear, but I shockingly heard. He eyes me and sees I’m soaked. “ How…”

“You’re tall. I’m not. The Wind isn’t very merciful on our height difference,” I answered already knowing his question. Matteo leans in closer, lowering so the umbrella cover all of me. This short distance gets me struggling. I need a bigger distance or none at all. With the way he is leaning into me, it’s hard to keep logical sense. Luckily, we are walking, so it’s little easier to focus on anything else.

“Now you are safe.” He states and a small smile escapes through his lips when he notices it is too late, I already saw him. It made me breathless, if before I’d thought that not enough air was reaching my lungs, now I feel like no air is getting at all. I missed his smile so much.

Matteo looks away as I watch him like he is a ghost and will disappear once I blink. I don’t what to do. Should I say something? Ask how is he doing? I can’t, he threw a smoothie on Ámbar for asking it.

I can’t be afraid of Matteo, he wouldn’t do it to me. Plus, he doesn’t have a smoothie to throw on me, so no danger, at least physically. Although he still can hurt me seriously in other ways.

I’m not scared. Matteo would never do something on purpose to hurt someone. I haven’t heard his side of the story yet, I can’t unreasonably judge him and be scared. I need to hear him first.

“Matteo-” “-Luna-” We call at the same time, looking into the other’s eyes until he looks away.

“You can go first, Luna.” He says but I’m so surprised he’s talking to me that I give up my question.

“I want to hear you first.” I insist, anxiously waiting for his voice. He takes a deep breath before speaking,“I’m sorry.” I’m shocked. “I condemned you for the chaos in my life. I didn’t know what to do and you were slipping away. Then I lost my parent’s support, I lost a place to call home, I lost control, I lost…” He pauses. I know what’s coming and my eyes are blinded by the tears. “I lost you.” And the first tear streams down, followed by many others.

When Matteo faces me, I can see he also has tears running down his face.  He pulls me into his chest, embracing me tightly, the umbrella already landing on the ground, his hands holding my body, strong but delicate as if I was going to break at the smallest movement.

I missed him so much. His strawberry smell, his familiar warmth, his big hands on my waist, his curls being tangled in my fingers, his height that always makes me tiptoe to get more contact with his body. I could always come to his arms and forget the rest of the world.

“I’m sorry…” Matteo sobs in my hair, I caress his hair slowly.

“Don’t worry,” I answer, moving away from him a little, staring into his brown eyes. “We will be okay,” I nod in reassurance.

“You don’t hate me?” He asks the fear shining in his eyes, making my heart feel heavy. ‘veI never seen Matteo this broken.

“How could I ever?” I reply. He leans in and I turn my face. Another sneeze comes. It wouldn’t be so easy.

“You’re getting sick.” Matteo drops to the ground slowly reaching for the umbrella, he picks, it but it is soaked on the inside since it was laying on the ground upside down. I feel a bit bad for the way he is acting like nothing happened.  “Come on.” He entwines our fingers and pulls me along to run with him.

He’s acting so weird, first he appears on the Jam & Roller, then says he’s sorry, tries to kiss me and now runs with me. Something is definitely wrong.

We reach his building soon. Without saying anything, we head to the apartment. Once he opens the door, many boxes and two bags are in the center of the living room, I frown.

“Are you going to travel?” I ask, praying to all the gods and the stars that his answer is different from my biggest inner fear.

“I’m going back to Italy,” Matteo says, eyeing the floor. My stomach drops and desperation consumes me. “Guess what? My dad was right about me. I can’t live like this.”

“No, Matteo…” I exclaim, already crying again. I’m such a baby next to him.

“This our goodbye, chica delivery.”

“No!” I was hysterical. Breaking with him was hard enough, but at least he was here. Even if I didn’t see him, I knew he was here, he was near. Italy always meant uncertainty for us, I never knew if it was the last time I would look into his brown. I need to know when he’ll come back. I hate this question. “When will you come back?” By the look in his face, I already knew the answer.

“Luna, I’m not coming back.” Hearing that made me see how broke Matteo was, how broke I was. Only a sentence was enough to bring me on my knees, I wasn’t able of keep standing, I was too weak for handling this. There I was crying on the floor of his apartment. Matteo got closer.

“Don’t touch.” I moved away screaming. I couldn’t take his touch now. Maybe distance will be good.

“Don’t do that to us.” Matteo said coming closer again. “It’s hard enough to do this already.”

“To do what? Give up on yourself? Yeah, it must suck so bad.” I exclaimed eyeing the ground. I was getting angry at him, realizing he threw everything he lived for away.

“Give up on us!” He yelled turning back, I looked at him shocked. “I’m not giving up on me going to Italy, I already tried to live my dream and nothing happened. The only thing that got me stuck in here was you.”

The only thing that got me stuck in here was you. I could feel that phrase would follow me for sometime. I never wanted Matteo to feel trapped in Buenos Aires for me. He said he wanted to follow his dream, not just be the Bálsano’s company heir. I supported him. Did I mess that support for pressure? Am I the reason he stayed? I made Matteo’s life so miserable? How could I not notice? I rush of tear streamed down my cheeks.

“Luna, I’m sorry,” He took my arm while apologizing and I couldn’t recognize his touch, it felt so cold, ice cold, so I flinched away in the same second. “Luna…”

“You’re right.” I whispered shaking my head.

“Chica delivery…” I’m always gonna miss it, but I needed to do what is best for Matteo.

“You’re right. I can’t keep you here, you should go.” I said standing up and wiping my tears. “You should go.” Moment to be brave, Luna. “It’s for the best.”

Matteo gasped and looked disappointed. I hoped for all the good things in the world to gave up and just run into Matteo’s arms, but I shouldn’t. That’s right way.

“Yes. For the best.” Matteo repeat. During the following quietness was pretty awkward, it was everything I wanted to say but it was about to be lost in the limbo forever. We kept our eyes locked on each other’s. Although, fortunately the moment didn’t last enough for me to take back my choice.

“No, Ámbar, that doesn’t mean,” Simón giggled coming from the room with Ámbar following him. They stopped when they saw us in the living room, we must be terrible because no of them said a thing for awhile.

“My flight is in a hour, so I have to go.” Matteo said finally looking away, moving for his bags.

“Do you need help?” Simón offered. “We can go with you to the airport with you.” Ámbar took his arm and murmured something to him, he nodded.

“No, I need to be alone.” Matteo answered taking all his bag.

“You’ll have more than enough time for being alone in that flight. You will handle me for some more minutes.” Ámbar stated walking toward him when he was at the door. I thought she was mad him for the smooth but looks like that is in the past. Matteo turned to her. “Just accept it.” He sighed hearing it.

“Bye, Simón.” Matteo came to Simón and they hugged. They hugged! Most unexpected scene in my life.

“Bye, Matteo. Good luck in Italy.” Simón said. Then Matteo walked to me. My breath failed. He didn’t spoke, we hugged. It would be our last hug. Remembering this, I couldn’t hold myself when I got on my tiptoes and crashed my lips on his. I needed a last kiss on my memory. This kiss was exactly like our first one. Everything around us seemed to fade away, the only feel I had was his lips on mine, the warmth of his hold, the main difference was that it tasted salty for the tears that we two had running down our face. We broke the kiss, he caressed my cheek. “Bye, chica delivery.” He pulled me into his chest again. “Take care of yourself, Luna.”

“Goodbye, chico fresa.” I said into his chest. We untangled, he kissed my forehead and walked to the door waving.

“Come back later?” Simón asked when Ámbar was closing the door, she came back.

“Sure. See you later!” She answered blowing a kiss and disappearing, shutting the door. As it shut, my knees failed and I got to the floor crying, soon Simón’s arms were around me.

“Luna!” He called me. “It will be okay.”

“I lost him. I lost him.” The only words I was able to say in my blubbering. Even if no one could hear it, I felt all my sobs coming forming a name: Matteo. I was too tired to fight against myself, so slowly I fell asleep. And went to the place where I still could find Matteo everyday; my dreams.

Second Chances - Jeff x Reader: Chapter 12

Summary: Reader and Jeff work a project and become fast friends. The project ends and they go their separate ways, neither forgetting the other. With Hollywood being a small community, you two bump into one another either at events or projects, but there is always something keeping you apart. Will the obstacles ever end?
Chapter 12 Summary: Reader and Jeff have breakfast and talk about California and Bisou

Warnings: language (probably), Anya’s crazy
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Word count: 2400(ish)
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“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.

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.

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.

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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