#extreme fluff

Griselle woke up with… not the worst hangover but definitely a hangover. Too much to drink, and she vaguely remembered last night.

There was the bar; an after shift drink with a coworker. A cold walk on a long street, another bar that was louder, easier to get lost in. Her hands on your hips on the dance floor, your lips pressing a kiss against her jaw in the bathroom.

Her head swam, she searched for her glasses. It was too damn bright in this room.

Griselle instinctively reached for where she kept her glasses on the nightstand, only for her fingers to brush against an unfamiliar tabletop. She blinked, slowly piecing together that this wasn’t her bedroom. That the shirt she was wearing wasn’t hers.

She found her phone before finding her glasses, neatly plugged in, with a glass half full of water next to it, a note underneath that her fingers brushed against momentarily. She checked her messages, finding two missed calls from Grisham and a series of texts.

>Will you be home tonight?

>Griselle?

The first two texts were thirty minutes apart, another text hit an hour later.

>Call me when you can.

There was another hour between texts.

>I just got a call from Y/N

>Glad you’re safe, sleep well.

>I’ll see you when you get home.

Oh. This must be your apartment then. She set her phone down before remembering what she’d grabbed it for. Her phone camera helped her locate her glasses quickly, just a bit to the side of where her phone had been. The white frames had blended in with the note.

She sat up, blinking back the swaying feeling in her head when she did and taking in her surroundings when she could.

Your room was cozy. Just the right amount of tidy with a slightly ajar door to an en-suite bathroom.

Your bed was also comfy, insanely comfy. The pillows just plush enough, the weighted comforter just heavy enough. Warm. Right. Like being held by you.

The door to your room creaked open, and standing at the base of it was your Meowstic. She stood, staring at Griselle as if deciding if Griselle was worthy enough of her presence. She seemed to have found her answer as she clambered up the side of the bed and toddled towards Griselle. Stopping just shy of any potential pets and settling on your life sized plush Quagsire pillow, slowly squinting her eyes into a blink.

The sight was cute, and for a moment, Griselle wanted to curl back up in the bed, under the warm pillows and to inhale your scent. She wondered briefly if your scent would cling to her for the rest of the day, she wondered, even more secretly, if her scent would be left on the pillow. The idea of you cradling a pillow so carefully because it smelled like her left a funny, fuzzy feeling in her chest.

But did she want to take advantage of your kindness like that? Her attention turned to the note on the bedside table, your familiar handwriting was scrawled along the page:

Morning babe!

Griselle smiled at your chipper pet name, already imagining you carefully penning the note while she slept.

You had too much to drink last night, didn’t realize it until we got back to my place. Decided to have you stay here rather than send you home. Hope my bed is comfy!

Called Grish, he’s okay with you taking the day to recover. Call him back when you have a chance!

Your clothes are in the bathroom (to your left), there’s water next to you and an excedrin if you need it (you probably will). Kitchen is outside the bedroom, help yourself.

Cassandra might pay you a visit. Feel free to stay as long as you’d like.

P.S. the blanket is heated, cord is to your right in case you feel cold. You were really enamored with that last night.

P.S.S. Keep the shirt. ;)

You’d drawn a crude winky face and Griselle exhaled a sharp breath, a warmer smile on her face. You were so sweet.

And she was thankful for you, and your excedrin because holy hangover.

Hydrated and medicated, Griselle must have fallen back asleep briefly. When she woke up the room was still just as bright, but not painfully so. But more importantly, your Meowstic-Cassandra-was sleeping across her stomach. Light, gentle snores came from the dainty companion.

Absently, Griselle offered a few gentle scritches to Cassandra’s collar, her fingers disappearing into the dark blue fluff and eliciting a purr from the depths of Cassandra’s slumber. Nowhere near the warm depth of her Pyroar, but acceptably cute.

As much as Griselle wanted to stay, her stomach was begging for food. Your note said the kitchen was outside the bedroom, that she was free to help herself. If you were still around she thought about making you a coffee as thanks.

Slowly and carefully, Griselle slipped out of your bed. Huh. She didn’t remember bringing pajamas with her.

The pants were Espurr themed, soft and a gentle lilac color. She vaguely recalled you handing her a set of pajamas to wear before leaving her in the bathroom to change. Griselle’s hand traced along the patterns on the pants, her fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt.

It smelled like you.

She dropped the shirt back down, and finally began to make her way out into the kitchen. Immediately she found you on the couch. Stretched out under a fuzzy blanket with one of the pillows from your bed under head, your face peaceful as you slept soundly.

Briefly, she abandoned her mission for breakfast and approached you, careful to not wake you. Not yet.

Griselle wasn’t sure what her plan was in approaching you. Maybe it was because the blanket wasn’t up on your shoulder enough, maybe she just wanted to make sure it really was you.

Her hand tucked a strand of hair off your face, her heart swelling as you unconsciously nuzzled her hand before settling back to sleep.

His sarcastic comments had ruptured once she came, this, special person—helping him balance out his—patience. Sebastian wasn't used to, children, comedic enough, he didn't entirely like them. But her? His daughter.

He'd drop what he's doing, walkie Painter, so that the computer system could help him understand specifically things her did (and so he wouldn't lose his temper around her, mostly). His previous customer had just left the makeshift hideout, leaving them both. "Kiddo?" He buzzed, monotonous vocals calling out for her. "K—where did you, go?" She. Didn't leave, did she?! No no, no! His racing thoughts breathed in tranquility when he heard a babble. "K-Kiddo, don't spook me like that." He managed to scold, clutching her up, tenderly. "You had me in a small frenzy."

"Small frenzy?" Came the Painter's voice, right, that nut case was still on speaker. "Oh—shut up. Be glad they're here right now, else I'd become a sailor." The Painter snickered mischievously, before leaving the walkie signal.

"Damnit Painter." Sebastian groaned. "Any who, what on earth were you up to, eh?" He glazed back to her, he had almost forgot his arm held her still.

She was, the size of his hand, her head tilted at his question. "Nothingg." That, look, pure mischief. She'd be the death of him. But, she was so darn cute. She would kill him with her adorable face. "Don't worry, dadda."

Sebastian almost couldn't believe the nerve of her. "Nothing?" He repeated slowly, raising an eyebrow at the fact: that she could be this cheeky. "You're sure?" He was skeptical.

A part of him told him to scold her—while his other half was swooning over her use of 'dadda'. "Kid." He huffed out, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

She pecked his cheek, eliciting a tender sound from him. His pupils, dilated, a mirth filled expression morphed onto his face. Sebastian was, almost immediately caught off guard by her innocent peck, and he flushed a gentle hue of red. "A-Augh—" he squeaked, his expression changing from skeptical—to something, tender.

He stared down at her for a moment, before gently pulling her closer to his chest. She giggled again—giving him another kiss, she heard his tail fin patter against the wall. In flustered happiness. Sebastian tried desperately to stop himself from reacting, but he couldn't. Especially not, after her second kiss.

He couldn't help a small squeal from his parted mouth. His tail fin began to tap against the wall, as if he was some sort of animal. His grip on her form was loose, but he had her practically hugged against his chest. She was making him all gushy. "S-stoppit—" he managed, his cheeks flushed.

She was giggling so much, it started to become infectious. "Not until you happy dadda!" Such a sweetheart. Sugary sweetness—she'd make him go nuts.

Sebastian was internally fighting with himself. Was, he to let her continue with the kisses? They were adorable, but you were going to give him a heart attack. He'd end up as a puddle on the floor if she kept this up.

He took a deep breath, puffing out his cheeks, in an attempt to calm himself. "You're gonna- end up overstimulating me, kiddo." He chided, although the smile on his face. Gave him away.

"You is smiling daddy!!" She squealed, as he rumbled a purr like noise. A click of a few buttons, made him pause, "PAINTER!!"

"I'm saving this moment to my gallery!!" The computer chirped, playful. Making Sebastian groan with disdain. Sebastian let *another* pained noise escape, he couldn't believe this. "Painter—what- have i told you about this!" he scolded, turning the walkie on, and giving it an unamused glare. He groaned a second time, while clutching her in one arm, and using the other to pinch the bridge of his nose.

The computer glitched away, though a teasing snicker had ghosted into Sebastian's ears. She giggled, only for him to snarl, a flustered huff in her direction. She pecked his cheek again, making him grace her a wobbly grin.

Sebastian wanted to throw the damn walkie against a wall. "Painter's a dead fish, next time I see them." He growled out, clutching her a little more.

His grouchy mood vanished, once she gave him another peck on the cheek. He grumbled something under his breath, before giving her a fond look. "Damnit, kiddo." He muttered. She repeatedly pecked his cheek, giggling as she did so. It broke him, into a soft, boisterous cackle.

"Daddy giggling!" She chirped. Sebastian chuckled again, he honestly couldn't bring himself to be annoyed—not anymore. Every noise he let out, just caused his chest to tighten with adoration. "St—stop it, brat." he chided half-heartedly, while giving her a gentle smile. His head tilted slightly, as he pinched her cheek again.

She peppered his cheek instantly; earning a giddy string of laughs from him. His form was slumped by the wall, tail fin curling. Such a high pitched noise, only encouraged her.

Sebastian was at a *loss* for words, he couldn't stop laughing. He found her kisses to be completely endearing—each one causing his heart to race, he was so weak for her.

He was practically laying on the floor, clutching her—while he tried to regain his composure. He was unable to get an actual sentence out, his chest rising and falling while he panted from the laughter. "D-Do-oh—n't y-yhou do th-hat again-n!" He wheezed out. Some laughs breezing through his lips.

Sebastian had begun to wheeze. Her kisses had taken him completely off guard, he couldn't believe this. He tried to protest—but only more laughter spewed from his mouth.

With each kiss—the laughs grew more loud. Which soon began to turn into bellows. His chest rising, and falling, while he clutched her even closer, a near bear hug.

He felt light headed, but dammit, hee kisses were so sweet. And he was completely weak to them.

He had been ignoring you all evening in favor of reading his book.

You were sitting opposite of him across the couch, pouting as once again the man choose to pay no mind to your words.

“So overall, I think I have everything for the registry. Venue is rented out and everything…. I just need a little help with the-“

He slams his book closed, glaring at you over his reading glasses.

“And what in the hell do you want me to do with that information?” You startle at his sudden movement, looking at him with those eyes. “Huh?” He scoffs, taking his glasses off.

“Why are you telling me this?” The irritation was obvious in his voice, and the way his brows furrowed in annoyance.

“Just thought you should know.”

He squints, trying to find if you’re purposely messing with him or actually oblivious. In the end he finds it’s both. Can’t a man read in peace?

“I have other things to do right now. I don’t have time to listen to you ramble on and on about shopping list.” You go quiet, fidgeting with your hands. Why is it always a problem when you mention anything having to do with the baby? It’s the least he could do, since he is the father and all. “Sorry..”

He scoffs again, rolling his eyes as he goes back to reading his book.

After a to long silence, you get up and go to your shared room. You had some papers that needed to be graded, but how hard could that be? They were first graders.

You rub your belly as you do so, your eyes feeling heavy and your feet swollen. After finishing your your work you open your lap top and take a look at some houses. You wanted your child to have a home to grow up into, not some run down apartment on the bad side of town.

Just then your fiancé walks in, groaning as he settles in bed beside you. He stares at the laptop, the page your opened to, and then you.

“What are you doing?” You bite your lip nervously.

“Looking for houses.” He’s tempted to roll his eyes. Taking the laptop and settling it on his lap. “I know that. Why are you looking for houses?”

You can’t really believe your having this conversation with your soon to be husband. Again.

“Kento, you know why. I’m not staying in this apartment forever. We’re getting married and having a baby.”

He rolls his eyes again. “This house is just fine for the baby.”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes.

“I am not having my child grow up in this tiny ass apartment. It’s not close to any schools, and the neighborhood we’re living in is just not-”

“The kids not going to school as soon as he’s out of the womb.”

You glare at the man. Hes so stupid sometimes you could scream. Obviously not. But it’s good to prepare.

“I give birth in a few months, we need this house to be ready. We can get situated and things.” Your fiancé did not like that answer, sighing at you dramatically.

“You already got me dealing with you and the damn baby, now you want to move?” If looks could kill both of you would be dead. The fucking audacity?? You turn to him to tell him off, but he olds his hand up. How dare he?

“We don’t need a house right now. We can handle that when the time comes.”

You stay silent, snatching your laptop back. After placing it on the nightstand you roll over and cover yourself with the blanket.

You’ve done none of your usual nighttime routine, but these days you’re so tired, and dealing with your husband and work on top of that just adds to the stress. You two are always butting heads, never agreeing on one thing. Just when you think both of you have finally settled down, he keeps talking.

“You’re always nagging at me. Always have some shit to say.”

“You don’t have to get worked up over little things and yet you do, complaining and complaining and complaining all god damn day.”

You sit up angrily, glaring and prepared to fight.

“I’m carrying your six pound baby in my stomach while getting hell from everything and everyone. You have a problem, your mom has a problem. Every damn person you know has a mother fucking problem!” He rolls his eyes, which only gets you angrier.

“And I’m so sorry my hormones inconvenienced your day. I’m so sorry that I’m such a pain in the ass all the time. But I can’t help it at the time and I’m trying my hardest to not let them influence my decision.”

Kento takes a deep breath, mumbling something to himself.

You get out of bed, intending to stomp away in disbelief. You don’t make it past the bed room door though before your clutching your stomach.

You close your eyes and try to take even breathes.

The action immediately alerts your fiancé, coming to rush at your side to see if you’re ok.

You try to push him off, your stubborn ass convinced you can do this all on your own. Only for you to clutch him close when another wave of pain rolls over you.

“Sit down.” He orders. But his voice is more soft, easing you back onto the bed.

You comply reluctantly.

“Lay back.” Again you listen, glaring daggers at the man.

He takes your legs and gently starts to massage your feet, touch so soft you two wouldn’t have known you were in the middle of an argument. Both of you are quite.

You can’t look him in the eyes, tears starting to well up.

“We just want what’s best for you.” He whisper, kissing your shin. You laugh, tone devoid of humor.

“It doesn’t feel like it. Everything I do I’m doing wrong. I can’t mother right, I can’t wife right. I can’t do anything right-”

“Your doing just-”

“Not according to your family.”

He sighs and lets go of your leg in irritation. “They don’t fucking hate you ok? They’re doing what they think is best, and what they think is best is-”

“Calling me fat? Insulting my family? Telling me your to good to call yourself my husband? What help that is.” He doesn’t say anything about that. He knows you’re right. Instead he continues to massage up and down your leg, your feet, and lower body part to help ease the pain.

“Better?” He ask, looking up at you through his lashes. You scowl.

“A little.”

He nods, still holding your legs. “Good.”

He studies you. Your tired eyes, your sunken in features. You haven’t eaten like you’re supposed to and he hates that. He hates that his family has such a negative affect on you. And he hates that he just stands there.

“Look at me.” He mutters. Your eyes trail to his, what pretty eyes. His pretty girl going through all this stress. His face softens.

“I know you like to prepare ahead of time. And I know you want to get things done as soon as possible. But you need to take things slow. I need you to take things slow.” He watches as the anger leaves your features.

He takes a chance and crawls above you, placing a kiss on your forehead.

You instantly melt, shoulders relaxing and sighing. He lays besides you, cupping your swollen belly and planting a kiss there as well.

“I care and love you my love, and I wants what’s best for you. So right now we need to focus on what matters.”

Your hands run though his hair, and he lays his head gently on top your belly.

“And what matters?” Your voice is so soothing, he could fall asleep just like this. It’s been so long since he’s felt your touch, to busy with work to come home and spend proper time with you. He sighs. “You. Right now it’s you.” He lifts his his head just in time to see you smiling.

And what a smile you have. He’s falling for you all over again.

“And after we make sure you’re ok, we can focus on us. And the wedding, and that baby shower you want. We can focus on all that after.”

“And I’ll make sure to speak with my mother about her behavior…”

You both sit in silence, buts it’s comfortable this time. You bask in each other, and you both are fucking happy. He coos at your stomach, which makes you giggle, he’ll be such a good husband, and an even better father. He dotes on you, and you do the same.

After a while you begin to get sleepy. “My love.” He murmurs, poking your cheek. He wants to talk to you more. You grunt.

“You don’t talk about yourself all that much.” You don’t understand why that’s important or relavent. Or why he felt the need to poke your cheek. “ ‘S never come up…” he hums, rubbing your belly some more.

“You should tell me about yourself.” You open your eyes to take a look at him, who in turn is looking at you so lovingly.

“Wanna hear all about you.”

You lay your head back against the pillows, thinking long and hard. “Ok well…. Um… m-my favorite color is pink and green.”

He smiles at that. It’s not what he meant, but it’s a start. He pulls up next to you. “Yeah? Why pink?” You think again, pulling your lips in thought. “It’s just a pretty color. Nice to look at.” Fucking cutie. He hums, placing a kiss on your neck.

“And green?” You shrug. “Reminds me of the trees and grass, like lookin’ at it to.”

“What’s yours?” He stays quiet for a bit, kissing your color bone. “Red.”

Your brows shoot up. “Red?” He nods. “It’s bold and intense. It’s like it’s supposed to be intimidating but it isn’t.” You nod.

“Makes me think of passion and courage.”

You giggle. “Passion?” His eyes narrow playfully. He brings his face close to your ear. “Passion.” You shiver.

He kisses every ounce of skin he can get to, having you in a giggling blushing mess. “You like that?” He muses, kissing you more. You nod.

“Good girl.” Kiss. “Got so many kisses in store for you.” Kiss. “So many suprises.” Kiss.

You laugh, actually laugh, and it makes his heart swell up. He hopes his baby has the same laugh as his mother.

Enjoy!

"He's not coming is he?"

"I'm sorry honey." Your parents said.

You were suprised enough that they wanted to drive you to the hospital the next morning. They had been awfully nice to you after what happened at the restaurant. Perhaps you had Ruben to thank for that? Too bad neither he or your brother, cared enough to say goodbye to you before you flew back home.

"Well, there is no point in waiting, is there?" You slapped your knees and rose to your feet. Grabbing your bag, you were ready to head for the security check.

"Don't forget to call upon arrival." Your mother said, pampering you with kisses.

"I will." You groaned, still getting used to this much attention from her.

"And we'll be down at the end of the month to help you clear your apartment." Your dad nodded.

Your parents were happy to hear that you were moving back home upon graduating from university. A perfect pit stop before you figure out your next move. And it would be nice to rekindle your relationship with your parents, everyone deserves a second chance.

"I guess I'll see you later then." You waved.

Your parents embrace each other, waving back at you. That's when you saw them, Ruben and your brother, sprinting across the airport, coming your way.

"Sorry we're late!" They announced, breathless from the run.

"YB/N, Ruben? You're both here, together." Your parents looked as confused as you.

"Y/N, I came to say I'm sorry for how I behaved last night."

"Really?"

He nodded. "I was more angry that you decided to keep somthing like that from me. Ruben is my best friend and so I know he's a great guy, still, it would have been nice if you told me that you liked him yourself,  instead of me finding out in the way that I did."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know how to tell you. It all happened so fast and I...." You flinched as your brother leaped forward, catching you by surprise by gathering you in his embrace. "I get it, no need to explain. Ruben said it best last night."

"Ruben?"

You pulled away from your brothers hug to look at him. He looked tired, like he hadn't slept all night.

"Pãi, Mamãe, we should buy Y/N a book that she could read on the plane." Your brother grabbing your luggage and lured your parents away.

"Thank you." You whispered.

Ruben and you were now left alone.

"You know..." He began, running a anxious hand rough his untamed hair. "I won't be called up to play for the national team for at least six months. In the mean time I'm going back to England where I live"

You nodded. "And I don't do long distance relationships."

"I figured." He said, chewing on the inside of his jaw. "I guess I only had you for that one moment. " He chuckled, although he seemed far from happy.

"You have me now." You shrugged.

It's all you had to say, Ruben leaped forwards, collecting you in his arms, the smell of him invading your nostrils.

He kissed the lobe of your ear,  moving on to the side of your face. Eventually cupping your head between his hands, bringing your lips forwards, pressing them against his own.

"Ruben I don't want to..." You said, catching your breath.

"Neither do I..."

"Then what are we...?"

"Doing?" He smiled. "I have no idea."

"But I really don't do long distance."

Ruben's eyes watched you attentively. "Come with me to England then." He said.

"You're crazy." You snorted. "Whatever this is..." You said, pointing a finger between the two of you. "It just happened."

Ruben shook his head, a smile carving his lips. "Y/N, I've thought of you for the past twenty years. I'm more than ready to take this a step further. And now that I've sorted things out with your brother I'm not letting you get away from me again. Not ever."

Your gaze dropped to the floor, hiding your immaculate smile. It was wiped away once you raised your head again. "Leaving school, I'm gonna move back with my parents for a while. I want them in my life, so I think it's worth that we work through some things."

Ruben nodded understandingly. "I get it and you should do it. Just know that if you ever decided to come to England you have a home there waiting for you, a home with me."

This time you were the one to leap forwards, clinging onto Ruben's neck, bringing his face down for a kiss. He returned it with equal amount of passion, letting his hands rest on each side of your hips. Eventually you two were interrupted by your family.

"So we got a book called The Human Centipede. Enjoy your flight sis."

You shook your head and brought them all in for a hug, including Ruben. Once it was time for you to go they stood by, watching you go through security until you went onwards towards the airport gates. Not to worry though, you'd be home soon enough, weather that was in Portugal or in England. Home to you was really where you felt the most loved and for the moment the people you loved the most were all gathered in one place.