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Getting Ready [RED] (Modern AU)

RED = Remy + Emile + Deceit (Emile = Dr. Picani) I saw it on the web and I had to write one!

STORYTIME!

Dee Dee, otherwise known as Deceit to all you Famders, was standing in the front office of his shared home with two other men: his boyfriends. He was legally married to a Psycologist named Emile and a well renowned Fashion Critic named Remy. They all took Emile's last name of Picani. Dee Dee had never been happier than when he was with the two of them. With all their busy schedules and jobs, it's hard to find time for pretty much anything. Even though they're boarderline rich and privileged with all the money they have. Dee Dee working for the government and all. He cannot disclose his job, but it pays well.

Dee Dee grabbed his coat and fixed his hair in the little mirror he had in the front office. He fixed his tie and made sure his hat looked right with his suit. He added a little yellow ribbon around the however hat to mess the dress shisrt he wore underneath the suit. Tonight was date night. Dee Dee and his two husbands had a reservation at a really fancy resteraunt and were going to have a wonderful night. Dee Dee smiled at himself, forgetting all about that ugly scar on the side of his forever burnt face. The orphanage and the fire was behind him. He was living a happy, healthy life now.

Dee Dee left the front office to see Emile in the living room,  holding up three different colored ties. He was obviously trying to pick a color, but Remy wasn't in the room to help him. Dee Dee walked up behind Emile and gave him a loving, tender kiss on the forehead. He earned the cute little giggle that escaped Emile. Emile had three pastel colored toes to match go with his normal formal attire he wears in the office. One tie was pink, one was blue, and one was green. Dee Dee had an obvious bias. He always thought Emile looked adorable in pink. His walls are even painted pastel pink. Dee Dee pointed to the pink one.

"This one, love. It brings out the cheerfulness in your eyes."

That was a lie. Dee Dee didn't know anything about color theory. He just heard Remy use that excuse before and it seemed to work on Emile. Dee Dee just wanted him to wear pink. Emile smiled and took the pink tie. He set the blue and the green one down on the couch neatly and hung it over his shoulders. Before Emile could even try, Dee Dee had already decided he was going to do Emile's tie for him. Emile was thankful, but also enchanted at the same time. Traditional Japanese Housewife much? Emile stared at Dee Dee as he finished the tie and smiled warmly at his husband.

"Now, my dear, where Is our Love? The reservation is for six thirty and it's alresdt five forty five. I wouldn't want to be late due to traffic."

Emile purses his lips into a thin line. He fiddled with the black framed glasses on his face and looked around. Did he think Remy was in another room or something similar to that? Emile shook his head, giving Dee Dee the nonverbal answer. However, Dee Dee needed a verbal confirmation as well. That's something Emile and Remy both knew the second they started dating Dee Dee.

"He's probably still getting ready in the bathroom. You know how he gets about his hair and everything. He's probably fixing his makeup or something. We can go check the bathroom fin you want, Dee."

Dee Dee hummed. Yes, that was a good assumption. Remy could be in the upstairs bathroom. There's a shower and all his little fashion makeup stuff is in there. Dee Dee followed Emile as he took his hand and lead him up the stairs. A wonderful thing about Emile is that his hands are always nice and warm. Just like his smiles and his personality, his hands would match. Dee Dee made it to the top of the stairs and they veered left down a hallway where there were four doors at the end. Three bedrooms and a bathroom connected to the upstairs lounge by a single hallway. That's how the house works. The second door from the left was the bathroom. Emile knocked softly and kindly on the door, calling out to their other husband that they love oh so dearly.

"Hey, Remy? Do you think you can be ready in ten minutes? Dee Dee wants to leave early and get around traffic."

Listening closer, the faint sounds of water could be heard from the backdrop. Was Remy taking a shower? This hypothesis was proved correct as suddenly thrashin of the curtains could be heard from the other side. The door brashly unlocked and threw open, causing Emile to jump back in surprise. Like a cat. Dee Dee managed to catch him and he held the smaller male in place. Remy stood there, not even bothering to wear a towel because they're all married, very stressed out with soap still in his hair.

"Listen. It takes forever to make myself look like I normally do. Tonight is date night in a fancy resteraunt so I am going to fucking slay and look like a fucking kween. Reschedule the reservation tonight or we can arrive late or whatever, but I'm going to need a half hour AT LEAST!!! I'm sorry for snapping, I love y'all, but let me shower."

After the sweet good bye after loads of swearing and boarderline screaming, the door slammed again in their faces. Remy must be stressed about this whole thing, huh? Dee Dee and Emile shared a look. They both had the mutual understanding that they need to get Remy to calm down before they leave. Maybe just leaving him to his beauty products and shower would do. The two of them headed back downstairs to play a few rounds of poker before they left. This didn't change date night. Only... postponed it.

Don't worry, Reader. They got to the resteraunt and had a wonderful meal, just the three of them.

1033 Words

Personally I freaking loved writing this oneshot. I feel like the chemistry of three very unlike characters works in this ship. I had fun.

Take your time. Taking a test? Show strategies. Slow down. Think. Getting ready? No hurry. Make yourself look beautiful. Or if you don't care just take the time to compose yourself and get your mind in the right place. You have time. Use it. Internet hugs and blow kisses!

~Eva