Papa V Perpetua x Reader gen fluff. There are a few NSFW references but mainly just silliness. Papa walks into your work to buy Funyuns for the ghouls.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/66125302
“Well that’s embarrassing,” he says. “That’s me. The ghouls need Funyuns.”
You know exactly who this is in front of you, as you fumble to remember where the goddamned chips are, the skull mask glinting in the old fluorescents, and you can see both of his strange, mismatched yes, at this angle one is almost black, a pit in the socket, the other a blind staring white that you know could see inside your soul.
“Funyuns are in Aisle seven,” you say, finally, Papa has been so patient with you even though he’s probably exhausted from performing.
“Grazie,” he says, wandering off through the store as Papa on the radio starts singing about putting his love in you, and you are very glad that he is not present for your blushing.
A oneshot!
I am actually writing bigger things, they're just slower to get out. Please enjoy this silly story with some ghoul shenanigans and Funyuns in the meantime.
ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: Fluff, Gender Neutral Reader, Nothing much, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ Minors please interact with me only by liking or reblogs.
➳ Characters: Gen Asagiri
⤠ Jealousy HCs (GN Reader, Ryusui) ⤟ Dr. Stone Masterlist (soon!) ⤠ None ⤟
@/innoam requested: Hi! Could I order some Asagiri Gen headcanons reacting to your sleeping s / o with your clothes? (With his clothes in the case) Welcome to the community! (As much as I'm not in the "writers group")
This was my first ever request for dr stone💞 I still struggle a lot with writing fluff somehow... - This is a rewriting of my old work, originally posted on @/severnrsstuff (now severnr0ses).
Walks in. Sees you. Walks out. You totally caught him off guard, and for a few seconds Gen doesn’t know what to do, he can hear his heart skipping a beat whatever he looks back at your sleeping form
If this was the modern world, he’ll just take a few pictures on his phone to totally not tease you later or keep as his wallpaper. But in the stone world he can’t do it, although he wishes to have it printed inside his head
Gen would let you sleep for a while, trying his hardest to not disturb you even if he really wants to, knowing that you work hard and deserve to rest. He will wake you up at a certain point, using this excuse to tease you
Whispering softly into your hear "my love, my darling! It's time to wake upp~~" while he gently shakes you, smiling happily when you open your eyes. “Did you miss me that much?~~ if you are that needy you can always call me you know that!" pls punch him
If you do dare to say that you missed him so much that you couldn’t sleep without something his close Gen is probably going to explode on the post. How dare you, you are so cute and adorable now he feels bad for teasing you when you had such a sweet reason
The clothing stays on you until you take it off and give it to him. Gen won’t ask it back either, instead acting like that piece of clothing is now yours and poor, poor him that has to buy new clothes...
He’ll continue like this for a long, long time. Gen will tease you everywhere. Alone? Yes. In front of everyone? Yes. He doesn't care. And he will not stop since, in all truth, it’s the cutest thing you could ever do for him. Plus seeing you so cute and embarrassed is a beautiful sight for him, so it’s a winwin situation
In fact you will notice that every time you are cold or you fall asleep somewhere, he’ll happily give you his clothes (even if he’s a little bit dramatic about it). He is very happy that you feel comfortable enough around him to wear his clothes
Gen would do it especially if someone else is ready to give you his clothes, like how dare!!
I can also see him leaving clothes on purpose so you can pick them and wear them or put over your body to sleep. If you asked Gen about it he’ll probably play it cool and say that he forgot about those, but if you so wish he can stop.
That’s because Gen was really happy the first time you fall asleep in his clothes, his heart was going to melt and that image wasn’t going to leave his mind soon. In fact if you keep doing it he’s more than thrilled in enabling you in this, but you have to worry about Gen stealing your clothes now...
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There's a Time and a Place to Act Like John Bender; And It's Not in My Bedroom
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Steve Harrington has never celebrated halloween.
And sure, he threw parties and got wasted, but proper dressing up and trick or treating. Not even once. Fathersaid it wasn’t becoming of the Harrington name, and it wasn’t something “real men” did. Now Steve wasn’t exactly sure why his father was so concerned with him being a man at a ripe 8 years old, but he digresses.
Now of course he was a little sad that he never got in on the experience, but it was never a huge deal. In fact when he still hung out with Tommy H. it was thought of as something pretty cool. Steve, then, didn’t understand how having no one to take him was cool but… Well. We’re not talking about that right now.
So when he met Robin Buckley for th first time, and hearing her complain over and over again about how she elt like a kid on halloween in her stupid uniformmade these things come to a head. “Wow.” She scoffed. “Of course you’d be too cool even as a kid.” Marked with an eye roll. At the time he’d shrugged it off. They weren’t friends, so why would she be interested in hearing some boring sob story about poor little Steve Harrington?
It didn’t come up for a while again after this, and Steve thought he was home free. That is until Eddie Munson joined their ragtag group of end of the world survivors And when he found out.
Oh boy.
It was October 25th, and they were having their weekly sleep over at Steve’s when it was brought up. It started off as a simple question, a measly “What are you guys going as for Halloween this year?” Followed up with a timid “Are we going trick or treating?” From Will. Eddie’s eyes lit up, “We should all go together!” And Steve made a face at this, “Aren’t we,” He gestured to the young adults, “A little too old to go trick or treating?” And Eddie scoffed at that, waving a dismissive hand at him. Well it was settled, they were all going. Including Steve.
And as pathetic as it is, he was a bit nervous. Steve was wallowing in his nerves when he sensed eyes on him, “What?” Dustin rolled his eyes, “Geezzus, Steve. Please pay attention, this is important!” He ragged lightly, pushing on Steve’s shoulder. “We were asking about the first times we all can remember going trick or treating!” And the blush rose to his face. He opened his mouth and closed it a few times, trying to figure out how to break the news.
And suddenly Robin lit up in remembrance. “Oh my god. OH MY GOD. That’s right! He’s never been trick or treating.” She’d screeched, heads whipping around from all directions, effectively making Steve shrink in his seat. There was an overlapping of words, and commotion, all sounding something vaguely blasphemous and cursing in Steve's direction.
He shushed them with a simple hand wave.
“It’s not that I didn’t want to go! No one would take me.” He started off light, voice wavering as he finished his sentence. And boy that was almost worse than the group finding out he hadn’t gone in the first place.
Eddie clapped his hands. “Alright! We have…” He counted on his fingers “approximately seven days to figure out what we’re going as!” He cheered, everyone joining in save for Robin and Steve who side-eyed each other, sharing a small giggle at the use of approximate.
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It was five days later that Steve found himself in a Walmart looking through clothes and odds and ends with Robin to find something for their costumes. The older kids were going as the “Breakfast Club” gang and appropriately Steve was Claire, because of course, of course, Eddie was Bender. Because who else would he be? Steve fought hard for Nancy to be Claire, but to no avail. She was going as the little nerd boy, Steve couldn’t be bothered to remember his name no matter how many times Nancy yelled it at him, exhaustedly. Jonathan was going as the jock, to which Steve laughed at the irony for longer than appropriate, earning him smacks to the back of the head. (To which earned Jon a chasting to “Be careful! He’s got enough brain damage!”)
So Yeah. Here they were in the middle of the Women’s underwear section of a Walmart, getting enough side eyes as it is, save for the loud grumbling coming from Robin. “Just chill, Rob! You pretty much dress like her already, anyway!” Which was the wrong thing to say because he got a bra lobbed at his face in response. Chucking it away from him at lightning speed as a disgruntled mother made a disgusted face in his direction. He flashed her the “Steve Smile,” before turning to Robin and whispering harshly, “Can we please go?!” She rolled her eyes, grabbing a pair of fishnet stockings and tossing them into the basket, along with the pale pink shirt from Steve’s costume.
As much as they both hate to admit it, they only really needed the finishing touches to their costumes, having had most of the garments in their own closets. And it’d really take forever to get Steve to admit he took clothes out of Robin’s closet. Mainly socks, but still.
And on the other side, Eddie didn’t have to shop to look like Bender, he’ll all he had to do was tweak his daily dress. Jonathan had most of the stuff, just having to do his hair up and having to begrudgingly ask Steve to borrow his letterman jacket. Nancy didn’t have to shop at all, much like Eddie, though she did have to go into Mike's closet and mess with her hair for a bit to get the right look. She thought to herself at least 4 times during the whole ordeal that she was going to go 60’s and just cut her hair off.
The younger kids were going as the GhostBusters Crew. With Will as Winston, because of the “W” he claimed, when really it’s because he didn’t want a repeat of what happened the last time. Max was the receptionist, Janine, plotting Lucas as Egon, for…. Obvious reasons. Mike and Dustin fought over who was going to be Venkman, which eventually landed on Dustin for his argument that Mike has already been Venkman once. Mike fought for El to be Dana, but she was too dead set on being the ghost.
When they shared that with the older kids, Steve let out a giggle, fist bumping El and saying “That’s what I would’ve picked too.” That same night, it had been determined that Mike’s neighborhood was the best for trick or treating, due to the large population of young, middle class families. The game plan was to start out there, and see where the night takes them, Eddie in charge of bringing Max, and Steve in charge of bringing everyone else. El was going to be spending the night, so she would already be there, along with Will.
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It had hit the 31st, and the morning air was cool, and crisp.
And to be completely honest, Steve was almost shaking in anticipation. Like that guy- girl, from that weirdly erotic movie Robin made him watch. He’d liked it, but it was still weird. In fact, he had pushed for that to be their group costume but the idea was outvoted by the breakfast club idea. He thought about guilt tripping them into it, putting on a whole show and whining about how it was his first halloween, but he refrained. If there was one thing Steve wasn’t, it was a brat. Most of the time.
The day went by slowly, too slowly in Steve’s opinion, he was probably more excited than he should be, but he couldn’t help it. He paced practically the whole day. So when it finally hit Five O’clock, he practically jumped out of his skin, packing his bag with his costume and racing out the door. He couldn’t keep the child like smile off his face, no matter how hard he tried.
By the time they all reached the Wheeler house, it was 6 pm, and the excited vibration had turned into a contagious buzz. Everyone was getting gradually excited with Steve, especially El, who was also celebrating her first proper Halloween.
They ate dinner, and shimmied into their respective costumes, Mrs. Wheeler took as many pictures as she could manage, with Jonathan assisting. “You guys are just SO cute!” Mrs. Wheeler bubbled, laughing brightly. “Say cheese everyone!” she cheered, gathering the teens and young adults all into frame, “This is going to be a keeper!” She said, and the flash went off with a bright crack.
“Okay, okay. Now everyone stay together, a-and don’t wander off! Oh! And if you feel unsafe, come home right away, okay!” She rambled as she ushered everyone out the door, pressing a kiss to both Mike and Nancy’s foreheads.
The group trotted down the road, waving at the other costumed groups, and eventually wandered up to their first house. Steve was pushed to the front, and he couldn’t help but feel the anxiety well up in his throat.
He moved to turn back and let one of the kids do it but he was blocked and spun back around by his very own Bender. “Nope! You gotta do it! It’s the rite of passage princess,” The metal head teased, pushing the pink clad man towards the door.
He knocked with a shaky hand, and was met with a calm hand on his shoulder from Robin, who winked at him. The door swung open, “Trick or treat!” The group chimed, almost in unison. And the lady answering the door did a double take, which looking back was actually quite funny.
“Well I’ll be! Steve Harrington! Now I have been waiting to see you out here for years!” She gushed, and a bright smile etched its way onto his face. “Yup! It’s his first time!” Dustin said, with a cheeky grin. And the old woman, who was soft and what Steve expected a Grandma to look like, reached out and pinched his cheek. “Well, well. Let's see what we have here.” She squinted at the group, pointing at each one of them and naming their costumes, only faltering once she reached El. “Ghost.” Was all she said. And the lady smiled yet another cheery smile and said, “Well. I guess those ghostbusters are doing a pretty good job then!” Finishing the interaction by dropping candy into each of their bags and buckets. El and Steve had been graced with classic pumpkin pails, while the rest carried pillowcases. At first El had tried to argue saying that a pillow case would fit way more candy, but was appeased by her brothers assuring her that they could share.
Overall, the night was a huge success.
The first house really set the tone and interactions only went up from there! There were a few side eyes towards the odd group, from parents who were walking with their young kids, but Eddie convinced them all to just wave them off. It was sweet, and Steve means that both literally and figuratively.
They make it back to the Wheelers all in one piece with no complications, and began the mandatory candy sort and trade session that took much longer than Steve anticipated. With candy sorted and put back into respective owners possessions, they switched on a movie, and snacked on their collections. It was a puppy pile of siblings and friends, and it was the safest any of them had ever felt at night.
It wasn’t supposed to be a sleepover, but with bellies full of candy, they couldn’t help but start to doze, and when a snore rumbled from the throat of their beloved babysitter, they knew they weren’t going anywhere. A quick call to home to avoid panicking mothers, and everyone was settled in for the night.
It was nice for them all to see a day full of spookiness and not terror, or a fear of losing their lives. A successful Samhain indeed.
Dear friend, for your birthday challenge, I have the honour to submit this little idiocy :D
All my best wishes, @guardianofrivendell, I hope you'll be having a marvellous day ❤️
Words: 1.9k
Warnings: None
Pairing : Fíli x Tulls (implied), Ori & Fíli
What if Ori helped Fíli organise a date...
“Dude,” Fíli leaned heavily against the bookshelf behind him, “is there no book on cute dates that aren’t technically dates but are still very sweet?”
It was a mere joke but – as he should have expected – Ori looked up with a serious expression on his face as if he was truly mulling over this idiotic question before shaking his head in earnest regret.
“Why?” he asked softly, cocking his head to the side in an expression of benevolent patience that was so representative of his kind soul that Fí had to smile despite being so annoyed.
“Well, there’s a lady I’d like to invite to a very casual meeting,” Fíli started, “but I’ve run out of ideas on what to do. Kí suggested illegally abducting and riding some wild animals, but I’d rather not end up in the infirmary…if you get my meaning.”
Ori nodded slowly; he was a good friend and a reliable companion, but he would have been one of the last people Fíli would honestly go to for advice as it was common knowledge that the quiet scribe was ridiculously oblivious when it came to dams, their guiles, and their secret wishes. Or so he had thought.
“I cannot recall ever having come across pertinent literature,” Ori declared after another few seconds of contemplation, “but if you’d let me, I can organise something for you?”
His eyes lit up and a broad smile broke like a sunrise on that usually so solemn face, and Fíli couldn’t help but mirror the sunny expression of unadulterated joy; Ori was a good dwarf – honest, diligent, and fiercely loyal – and they did him wrong by dismissing him so easily.
“Alright,” Fíli clapped a heavy hand on the slender shoulder of his old friend, “I put my fate into your ink-stained hands.”
He spoke those words lightly, but – upon seeing the genuine enthusiasm animate every muscle in Ori’s face – he decided that his beloved and he would make the best out of the situation.
“Ah, you trust Ori but not me?” Kíli pouted in mock indignation, but when his brother’s face twitched nervously, he gave him an encouraging grin.
“I hope he doesn’t plan something like a visit of the library? Or book restoration? Or…” Fíli groaned; as much as he wanted to make his friend happy, he felt as if he was on thin ice all the time with the dam of his heart and he couldn’t risk inviting her to a terribly boring date. Especially because he would sit through it – come what may – and he would do his best to enjoy it.
He would not break his friend’s heart out of selfish reasons; no matter how much he yearned for her, he’d never sacrifice another loved one on the altar of his needs.
Kíli cocked one eyebrow at him. “Don’t underestimate the old boy,” Kíli warned him, “do you know how people always say that they failed but not ‘for a lack of trying’? Well, in Ori’s case, it’s definitely a lack of trying though.”
“What are you saying?” Fíli asked, confused by the confidence Kíli was displaying.
“Trust the process; also, if you are going to invite who I hope you’re going to invite, she’ll be fine with whatever you plan to do. She knows both of you and she’ll think that it’s very sweet either way…you know she will!”
That was a comforting thought Fíli had been holding on to as well; he knew that – even if it turned out to be the worst semi-but-not-really-date anyone had ever had – she would laugh it off and do her best to find something enjoyable in it.
“Break a leg, brother dear,” Kíli laughed, “I’m sure it will be fine. And if not, you can always fall back on my idea and break your leg for real?”
Ever helpful, Fíli thought, a sour taste of apprehension and nervousness rising at the back of his throat; it was not as if he had come up with anything better, but it made him nervous that he would have an informal-slightly-romantic-but-not-too-much get-together without knowing what was planned exactly.
“Ori…” Dori stood – thunderstruck – on the threshold to the kitchen, “What are you doing?”
Covered in flour and bits of dough, Ori whirled around with a bright smile on his face.
“I was granted the great honour to organise an outing for the prince,” Ori declared which made his brother chuckle under his breath; Ori was a scribe and not a courtier and the prince was his friend more than his liege, so the pompous description was a testament to his mastery of language more than an accurate depiction of the situation.
“Indeed,” he said nonetheless, staring at the overflowing basket wedged into a corner; not only had his little brother baked, but he had also prepared lemonade, picked out a few tomes of charming poetry, and decorated a pair of fine napkins with floral stitches.
“He asked me,” Ori mumbled – his lower lip tucked nervously between his teeth – as he pulled his cookies out of the oven, looking around on high alert to keep an eye out for Nori who would – without so much as hesitating for a single second – steal some of the delicacies if given half a chance, “I really want to get this right.”
One day, Dori thought, the boy would make some dam really happy; he was eager to please and did not do things half-heartedly. There was a deep yearning and a heart-breaking loneliness shining through the radiant joy on his face now; as his brother, Dori knew how desperately Ori longed to put the same fervour and dedication into the wooing of a dam of his own choosing.
Good at dreaming and planning, and bad at following through, Ori had never found the courage to approach any of the ladies of the court this far, and with every passing day, the probability that he ever would was dwindling.
They all knew and liked him, but he had melted into the background, becoming some kind of moving piece of furniture they leaned on for support without ever giving it a second thought.
“I’m sure the prince will appreciate your effort,” Dori praised him softly, touched by the pride in the younger dwarf’s attitude as he set the baked goods on the windowsill to cool off.
“I sure hope he will,” Ori sighed and busied himself with unpacking and repacking his basket to keep his mind from wandering or dwelling on the gnawing acid of envy that churned in his stomach.
“Wear your new tunic and meet me under the big oak tree.” The note was penned in perfectly executed runes that put his own penmanship to shame.
Fíli shrugged; he had decided that he’d trust Ori and so, he would abide by his cryptic message and wear exactly what he was told to wear.
As he took in his reflection in the polished silver mirror – a gift from his mother – though, he had to admit that the beautiful garment made the rest of him look rather shabby.
Not thinking that Ori would have him climb trees for his date, he decided that this might also be the moment to wear his new trousers for the first time and – while he was at it – he undid his braids, brushed his hair, and redid them carefully.
“Mahal have mercy,” Kíli whistled through his teeth as he strode in and gave his brother a long, curious look, “you sure clean up nicely. Ah, and there is a frown that would give Thorin a run for his money!”
He laughed and ducked at the last moment as the hairbrush was hurled rather forcefully in his direction.
“Do you want to disfigure me, so I won’t be competition?” he jeered; he had ever been light-footed and graceful, and they both knew that there had not been any real danger to that cute face of his.
“Go and annoy someone else,” Fíli grumbled, smoothing his hands down the thick, smooth fabric of a tunic that had never been ripped, mended, burned, or torn before; he felt elated and terrified at the same time, just like he had as a pebble when his mother had given him something new that he was supposed to cherish.
More often than not – thanks to Kí and his hare-brained ideas – the garment or toy was destroyed faster than Lady Dís could imagine and Fíli felt the weight of shame make him crumble in his boots. Not today though, he admonished himself, he would not take any shortcuts or slide down any railings he was not supposed to.
No, he’d walk with a measured, ponderous step as was appropriate and proper for a prince to the blasted tree and wait for the man he already saw as a wise councillor and trusted confidant, long before his own accession to the throne was even in sight.
“Oh Ori,” Fíli cried out when he saw the blanket – dappled by sunlight falling through the branches of the tree – spread out at its base, “you’ve outdone yourself.”
Their friendship as well as the deep love between them was written unabashedly and boldly across the picturesque picnic scene that presented itself to the prince now; the blanket – often mended and lovingly restored – had, for example, been their ship, their horse, and their castle during their childhood adventures, often they had collapsed onto it after playing outside for hours on end, and Fíli knew the story behind most of the carefully stitched lines that crisscrossed it like scars or wrinkles.
“Thank you,” he whispered earnestly; it was too easy to dismiss and forget how attentive Ori was and he felt bad for not always verbalising what seemed so evident to him; he was suddenly ashamed of taking the unconditional support of his friends and family for granted sometimes.
“Ah, it’s nothing,” Ori chuckled, blushing, “it was my pleasure. Truly!”
He had made the lemonade from scratch, just like she loved it, and those were Fíli’s favourite cookies. Ori’s love for the small touches and the meaningful details never ceased to amaze him and when he saw the guest of honour appear at the other end of the meadow, holding a beautiful envelope, Fíli was overwhelmed with a deep sense of pure joy and gratitude.
“I owe you one,” he whispered, “I’ll introduce you to whatever dam you’d like. I swear…she’ll love this. I love this.”
With another awkward chuckle, Ori simply pulled up his shoulders to his jug ears – embarrassed and lost for words – before trotting away silently; he had done well, Fíli was pleased, and he really hoped that they’d have a wonderful afternoon.
“Ah, I’ve seen you had help,” the newcomer – beautiful in the soft sun speckling her upturned face with flickering gold – commented, tapping the toe of her boot carefully against a small book laid out on the old blanket, “this is Ori’s favourite.”
Looking around and taking in the discreet handwriting of their friend’s heart spelling out deep-felt and unpretentious love, she smiled to herself; she knew not what to expect of this, but the fact that two excellent dwarves had gone to such lengths for her filled her with mortified happiness.
“Ah yes,” Fíli admitted, “Kíli’s pitch was wild boar riding, so you’re lucky I gave Ori a shot.”
“This is marvellous,” she grinned, shaking the bottle of lemonade before opening it and taking a whiff, “just how I love it.”
Maybe, Fíli thought, he would have to pay closer attention as well and learn something from this.
She had recognised the true affection translated by home-baked cookies and an old blanket almost instantly; so, there might be a way to let her know how he felt without having to actually speak the words he was so terrified of.
Again, please allow me to wish you the very best for your birthday :)
Pairing: Genevieve x Reader (established), Gen x Reader x Jared
Word Count: 978
Warnings: Mentions of sex, mentions of sexual contact
Rating: Mature
Written for @spnaubingo / @spnpolybingo
Squares Filled: Workplace romance / Florist AU
Catch Up Here
Worry started to set in but you played it cool, you shouldn’t have to get so wound up about something like this.
Sure it could change yours, Gen’s and Jared’s lives but the three of you would decide what would happen when you had continued the conversation in the nearby future, maybe after work.
Jared had finished his coffee and excused himself to leave, allowing you and Gen to get ready for work.
Both of you escorted him to the door, Jared hesitantly pecking each of your cheeks before you watched him saunter next door in what looked like a daze, like he still couldn’t believe what had happened last night, and if you were being completely honest, neither could you.
“So…” She started, gnawing at her bottom lip after she closed the door.
“Gen, can we please talk about this later. I just need to wrap my head around what the heck happened. I need to think, really think about this.”
She nodded, respecting your answer as she pressed a kiss to the top of your head and ambled to the bedroom.
Gulping down the rest of your drink, you left the kitchen and decided the thing you really needed was a shower. Hopefully that would clear your head and point you in the direction that would lead you to a decision.
Turning on the water, you waited for it to heat up, feeling it every so often to test the temperature before you stripped down and stepped into the shower.
A good twenty minutes later, you had calmed down, washed up and began to get dressed to go to the flower shop. You were sure you would get pestered for an answer sooner or later; you just hoped it was later. The least you could ask for is to give an answer when you were ready to give one.
When choosing your outfit, you picked out a black off the shoulder top and a pair of plimpsols to match, you paired that with your floral print pants, your hair in a simple bun and makeup light.
Dabbing a finger I've your lips to smooth out the colour, you grabbed your purse and threw the strap over your shoulder. When you left the room, you stopped dead in your, Genevieve wearing a knee length, floral dress with a jean jacket, sweeping her hair to the side. Her lips bold with a dark pink that magically matched the rose that was painted on her dress.
She looked incredible and you told her so. “You look beautiful.”
“Back at you, gorgeous.”
You didn't know what it was, but something felt different. You felt shy around Gen even though you were together, living together, doing everything together, but something felt off.
Nevertheless, you held out your hand for her to take, to join you on the walk to the car so you could share a ride to work.
The car ride was quiet but that was normal, Gen would browse through her social media - scoffing at some of the ridiculous posts, laughing at the funny posts and cooing at the sweet and adorable ones. They were mostly dogs and ducks, she was desperately trying to encourage you to buy either of the animals.
You hadn't given in to her puppy dog like eyes yet but you had to admit they were cute, she may have got you hooked on a blue staffie dog but you wouldn't tell her that though.
Parking in your reserved space, you switched off the ignition but before you could get out Gen had pressed a hand to your thigh, the slight pressure comforting, silently calming you. “Everything is going to work out the way it needs to.”
“I know.”
Rearranging the tiger lilies, hydrangeas and sunflowers for one of your frequent customers, you cleared your throat, gaining Genevieve’s attention.
It was now or never.
“Maybe we should do it. You know, that thing with Jared. “
Gen thanked her current customer and closed the register, wishing her a good day and some luck to win over the man or woman in his life. “Really? Are you sure this is what you want?”
“I've thought about this. Maybe it could be good for us in the long run.” You played with the hangnail on your thumb, avoiding eye contact with her before continuing. “He could be the child's father, the kid you keep talking about having. He could give you that, I can't and it's what you want.”
“It's what he could give us. It's not just me in this relationship, we're in this together. A cohesive unit. If you want us to be with Jared and Jared to be with us then that's your decision but if you don't then we don't but it's still your decision. No one is pressuring you. I want to share a life with you and if that means Jared too then so be it. But I don't care. I want you no matter what, though.”
Nodding, you were more sure of your final decision. “I want to do this. I want to try this thing with Jared and who knows what would happen. But you were right, as long as I'm with you, sharing a life with you, I'll be alright.”
You just wanted to make Genevieve happy and if that included Jared, you were okay with that. Smiling at her, you grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to you, your lips against hers in a gentle, promising kiss. The roll of her hips suggestive of something more passionate, something more like a secret excitement, like she wanted this polyamorous relationship, and maybe deep down you did too and that was why you were denying it at the beginning, making excuses because you shouldn’t have wanted something so taboo but you really did and it was about to happen.
