#(though ale still find a way too kiss noah after that

[justa-chocolate]

Ayo Butterfly kiss is a thing?????

My buddy just told me that and now i have more rajbow and alenoah idea whoa

what a good night (it's 11 p.m here)

#tbh i don't wanna tag #wayne'll teach raj about butterfly kiss and he'll tell bowie #that their special kissing way now #they kiss like that when there're too many people around #owen found the fact on twitter #izzy take that change too butterfly kiss him and team e-scope #noah use that whenever ale wanna kiss him but he isn't on the mood #(though ale still find a way too kiss noah after that #the butterfly kiss can satisfy him a little #not always work #ale like to kiss his amor with his lips more #) #now good night #i have a math test tomorrow #random choco's post

[beautifulletdownfics]

Terrible to Meet You - A Harry Styles One Shot - Act 4, And love blooms in hearts not fields

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Harry wants to get out of the house. Alex wants to get home.

Alex meets Harry at at crossroads. Harry meets Alex on a one way street.

A coffee shop OU fic feat. lattes, lamingtons & that Great Unfathomable Feeling.

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Story Page Here Terrible to Meet You Playlists My Masterlist Here

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7 Minutes 'It doesn't seem like long, but my whole world has changed'

Harry's insides were shaking.

He could feel it vibrating up and down his spine, circling his ribcage and then settling uncomfortably at the back of his throat. The nerves and anxiety sped around his body the closer to the Heathrow they got.

Tears threatened to pierce his eyes each time he looked over at Alex beside him. She was staring out the window saying silent goodbyes to London as they drove. 

Harry really didn't understand how this moment came so quickly. He knew that Alex's feelings were as mixed as his. Harry wanted her to go home, she'd been trying all year. Heartsick and homesick, she'd pushed through living on the other side of the world to her family as the world suffered through something horrifying.

After getting the email, her last week in London was bittersweet. It was spent packing up her room and saying goodbyes for the second, third times. Harry helped her organise herself, and then put himself in isolation with Alex for her final 48 hours. She needed to present a negative COVID test to Australian officials before she could fly. Getting tested and locking themselves away together for two days was a special kind of magic, really. They didn't have to share each other.

After Harry, Alex was saddest to say goodbye to The Daily Dose. 

She was going to miss Paul. Despite his eccentricities, he somehow managed to always keep the tone light and playful with her, and generally, the days passed quickly. Alex left Sydney for London after a gruelling university course left her feeling unmoored and unsure of herself, her time working for Paul had been an enormous time of discovery and healing for her. 

He'd been a source of comfort and support for her, especially in the last year, and he was the shoulder she'd cried on far too often. Alex loved making coffee despite how most people saw the job. There was a satisfaction in the process, even in the daily grind—the cleaning, the busyness, the dead patches—and Alex liked leaving the cafe in the afternoon with the smell of coffee seeping out of her but a clean shop locked up ready for the next day. 

She was going to miss that. But at the same time, Alex felt ready to go on and do more with her time now. The university degree hanging in her parent's study didn't feel like a straight-jacket anymore, and she was looking forward to finding work in her field. 

 London had been home for four years, though. She had many great memories here, not the least of which it was the city she flew the coup and found herself in. And the magic she thought was lost seemed to have redeemed itself in the final months of her being there.

She found herself, and then, she'd found Harry.

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Saying goodbye to Harry was the hardest thing Alex had ever done. 

They'd both cried the night before, but when it was time to part at the airport Harry was steadfast in his encouragement of her leaving. (Despite himself) He'd never once said he (seriously) didn't want her to leave, or that she shouldn't. He'd never implied it would spell doom for their relationship. Harry was 100% sure that Alex going back home to Australia was just the next line in their story, and certainly not the last one. 

"You get home safely, okay?" Harry told her sternly, holding her face between his hands at the drop-off line. Both their masks were down around their chins, and Harry hated the tears he couldn't stop Alex from shedding, "This is a good thing, Al, you need to be home right now."

"I know," she nodded bravely, frowning as her chin wobbled, "But I don't want to leave—

"Shh, no," Harry shook his head and leaned closer, "You're not leaving me, you're going home.”

"When am I going to see you again though," she cried out, finally giving in to the (slightly) hysterical emotions that were bubbling just below the surface. 

Harry's heart rattled watching the wave of doubt hit her. He pressed his lips into her hairline and held her for another long moment.

"You'll see me in Dubai on your stopover," he'd said, rocking her against his chest, his words hurried against the material of her shirt, “You'll land, use the bathrooms, and then FaceTime me. That's when you'll see me next. And then, you'll see me when you get to Sydney and call me again. Okay?

"Okay," Alex parroted quietly.

"Okay … You really have to go now," Harry looked behind her to where the doors to the terminal were.

She nodded and reached up onto her tippy toes, letting Harry press his warm lips against hers once last time. Alex squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold in tears but also the feel of him. His smell, where his body began and ended, how it measured up next to hers. 

Their hearts reached out, trying to feel the other pressing through their chests from the other side. You're mine, you're mine, they said to each other.

"I love you," Harry told her, not for the first time.

Seeing the red wetness around Harry's eyes, Alex threaded her hands through his hair, "I love you, too."

He pressed a quick kiss to her lips again, "Go."

Harry's belief that they were going to be okay was unwavering. 

If 2020 taught him anything, the whole world could change in a matter of weeks, so why not the entire outlook of his life as well? Why couldn't his meeting Alex change the course of both their lives moving forward? Something about meeting her felt like a one-time event, like something worth risking everything for. And he would, Harry told her numerous times that last week.

And as she walked away from him and into Heathrow, and Alex believed him.

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Alex cried as her flight landed at Sydney International Airport. 

She'd watched the harbour out her window as the plane circled the city, that perfect Sydney turquoise blue gleaming back up at her and it made her chest ache with relief. 

Home.

Sydney airport was a stark change from the Heathrow she left behind. Their flight was met by police, abundance and army officers. It wasn't frightening though, Alex found herself swallowing back tears this time because she was so soothed by the fact she was back in Australia. Everyone was friendly and helpful, getting the flight of returning citizens through the airport and onto buses to the quarantine hotels. Alex's drove straight into the city centre and as soon as they started going by familiar places and landmarks she wasn't the only one teary in their seat. 

"Well, here it is," Alex said to the phone screen not long after, tilting it around to show off the hotel room around her, "Home for the next fourteen days."

"Snazzy," Harry whistled as she pulled back the sheer curtains to reveal a staggering blue sky and then bright green treetops. He was sitting at his kitchen table with a cup of tea and a drizzly London morning just beginning, "And a view! Is that a balcony? Or a window?"

"A balcony but it's locked. I did get to smell the salty, beautiful harbour in the two-second walk from the bus into the hotel though." Alex settled on the bed in the middle of the room, the bedding crisp and clean underneath her, "I am literally inside this room for two weeks. No outside time. But I can see people outside walking around and having picnics in Hyde Park without masks on, so it'll be worth it."

"That seems unreal."

"It's like another world here," Alex agreed, yawning and finally feeling her body start to relax. "Anyway, how was your day yesterday? Wait, no, today?"

Harry laughed, "You've lost two days, I think. But it was good. I went and saw Paul, we had a cry together."

"Don't," she warned him, feeling the combination of over-tiredness and emotion simmering in her throat, "I've just travelled thirty-six hours, and I fucking miss you already, I'm not beyond completely losing it right now."

He smiled gently, "Have a shower and get into bed. I'm so glad you're there. Does it feel good to be home?"

"So good," Alex admitted, almost feeling like it was a dirty thing to be admitting to Harry, "Jess is going to come and wave at me from the park tomorrow with Noah. My mum's already sent a bunch of food to my room."

"You're exactly where you need to be," Harry told her. 

Alex couldn't hold back her tears any longer, the guilt she felt—the pain of leaving Harry—wasn't any match to finally being where she'd wanted to be all year, "Yeah, I am."

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Figure 8 'Lovers hold on to everything'

Four days into her quarantine, Alex started training herself to do headstands.

"It's harder than it looks! But I'm getting there now," She laughed, propping her phone up against the leg of the bed and crawling to the wall opposite. She was now on Day 11, and Harry had been getting an update daily.

"Please don't injure yourself," Harry moaned, getting a great view of her bum as she crouched down facing the wall and then rose up, kicking her legs up with her palms flat on the floor.

"See?" The blood all rushed to her head, and Alex's hair fell down over her face at the same time her t-shirt moved, revelling her belly and bra to Harry. 

"Much better than yesterday," he told her, "Maybe tomorrow we could lose the bra?"

Alex laughed, her arms shaking as she came crashing to the ground. She was still working on the landing. 

Just as she was about to reply, she heard a knock on the door, "Oh!" 

"Dinner?" Harry guessed, watching her leap to her feet and disappear from view. A moment later, her legs walked across the screen, and Harry rolled over in bed to try to rid his phone screen of the glare coming from his windows open to the new London morning. "Oi!"

"Calm your farm," Alex tutted, retrieving her phone and grinning at Harry, "You'll never guess what I've got today."

"Hmm," Harry hummed in mock thought, "Let me guess, chicken and rice. A cookie and a ridiculous allotment of fruit?"

"Two bananas, an apple and four apricots."

"S'practically a fruit basket!"

"Tomorrow I get a glass of wine," Alex was already chewing, "Friday night drinks!"

"Friday date night?" Harry suggested, his fingers twitching with the want to be feeling her body between his sheets again, "You're fun when you're a little tipsy."

"Excuse me, I'm always fun!"

Harry laughed, "I can't believe you're so upbeat still. I'd been expecting a dip at some point. I would think a lot of people don't do so well in isolation for two weeks."

"I've got Australian daytime TV and a boyfriend who sends fun gifts,” she eyed the collection of books and puzzles Harry had organised, “I am looking forward to Sunday though."

Harry couldn't imagine how much Alex was looking forward to getting to see her family and friends when her time in quarantine ended, "Did you get tested today?"

"Yes," Alex screwed up her face, the memory of the swab up her nose still fresh, "Fucking hurt."

"Last one," he encouraged. "What's the first thing you're going to do with your brother when he picks you up?"

She halted before putting the next mouthful of warm, lacklustre dinner in her mouth, "It's supposed to be sunny and warm on Sunday, but I don't get released until the evening. So I think we'll just go to mum and dads for tea. Jess and Matt are going to be there."

"A large gathering in the home!" Harry looked scandalised, but he was smiling. 

"I know, it's all very 2019," Alex joked. 

Harry let out a long sigh from his chest, "I'm so happy you're there, but I miss you."

"You too," she said quietly.

"Hey," Harry called out, not having meant to dampen the mood, "Three sleeps until you get to meet Noah."

The mention of her nephew made Alex smile, "I'm gonna squeeze him so hard."

"Will you FaceTime me there?"

"O'course," her mouth was full, but she nodded emphatically. "My mum asked if we were going to have live music at all family events now."

Harry's laugh exploded out of him, he liked Alex's family very much already, "Happy to oblige."

"Because of you she's also back on Nathan about giving up the trombone in Year 8." Alex told him, "He was previously the musical hope for the family, but he stopped when the girl he liked at fourteen said she would only date a rugby player … Consequently, that girl is also responsible for how Nathan broke his nose."

Harry could sympathise with Alex's older brother, "We do crazy things for love."

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"Could you say that again?"

"Were you not listening?"

"No I was, I just like hearing it in your accent."

"Harry," Alex complained, "I'm already shit at this."

"You're not!" He insisted, trying desperately to keep the grin at bay. 

Alex frowned at him and pulled the hotel duvet up to her chin, crossing her legs and slipping her free arm across her chest. Harry's heart was racing, hearing her talk about how his words were making her feel was incredible. Almost as good as physically having her. Almost.

"Al," Harry stilled at the defeated look on her face. His smile disappeared, "Sorry, I wasn't teasing."

"I'm no good a phone sex, it feels weird."

"I know it does at first," he tentatively reassured her, hoping not to draw attention to the fact that over the years Harry had become sort of good at phone sex. By virtue of necessity, such was his regular travel schedule. "I promise it can be great, and we can only get better at it. You're not no good. On the contrary, I'm enjoying myself very much."

She was finding it difficult. And even more so, trying to learn Harry and what he liked—how his body responded—without actually having his body physically there felt impossible. Phone sex was awkward and difficult, and Alex was more self-conscious then she'd ever been, trying to navigate intimacy with Harry through a phone screen. There was a divide there. He was right though, the undercurrent to what he said was that they'd have to get better, there was no other choice. It was all they had.

"Show me what you were doing," Harry beckoned gently, sensing Alex relaxing back into the moment. "And just imagine I'm there, don't apologise for angles or lighting. I don't care."

It was her last day in the hotel, and Alex had woken up with an ache between her thighs. Harry Facetimed her the instant he got the photo of her lying in the sheets, her torso exposed and wishing for his touch. He'd been sitting at home on his Saturday night, watching the first five minutes of half a dozen things on Netflix yet not finding his mind was able to focus on any. 

Alex he could focus on though. 

Her five seconds of bravery felt far away now, but Alex slowly pushed down the bedding again, "I was thinking about you going down on me."

Harry smiled, "Go on."

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Nineteen 'I felt you in my life before I ever thought to'

Three months passed. 

The dreaded milestone ticked over which meant Harry and Alex had been separated the same amount of time they'd spent together in London.

It hadn't ever felt like this for Harry before.

He'd never known what this kind of missing someone was. Previously, he'd missed people, but not with a yearning or a longing that made his chest ache. Not with the kind of force that had him lying in bed at night unable to switch off the channel tuned to Alex.

What time was it in Sydney? Had he already sent her that link? Did she say she was spending the day with her dad? What could he say to get her back in that bikini from the day before? 

Missing Alex felt like having an itch inside his mind he couldn't scratch.

But in a sense, how much he wanted to be with her only made his consequent decisions easier. 

"You're hopeless!" His manager laughed him from LA, the whole team on the weekly check-in Zoom call. Generally there wasn't a lot to report between them, projects were on hold or cancelled. Harry had decided not to go back to the States to work on a few smaller things—a fashion shoot, a TV guest appearance and a small role in a film—giving his legal team some work in getting him out of contracts, but that was mostly sorted now. 

If he was going anywhere, it sure as hell wasn't across the Atlantic. 

"Not hopeless," Harry replied diplomatically, "It's something else … But it's not hopeless. It almost feels like having the answer and being the little kid jumping up and down on the spot, dying for the teacher to hurry up and ask the question."

A series of blank looks came back at him. Harry sighed. He'd never been bad at explaining his personal life before. It was always so rational, the relationships made sense or happened in a usual way. He just couldn’t shake the notion that all along, people had been right. 

When you know you know. 

He'd found Alex. 

That was as simple as it was to him. But it didn't settle everyone else the way it settled Harry. 

Alex. 

Did the name not tick a checkbox in their heads too? 

"So, you're going to Australia?"

"I just want to know what it could look like," Harry amended the assumption, but yes, he was going to end up wherever Alex did, and if that was Australia then that was that. 

"Who's in Australia?" 

The question wasn't to Harry, it wasn't about who he was going to Australia for., they all knew who Alex was. The question was about the industry—about Harry's career. It was who was in Australia for him to work with? Frankly, he didn’t see why the same people he worked with now couldn’t also be the people he continued working with either remotely, or with short trips abroad when travel allowed. 

"Obviously, it's not like everything can be done there," Harry offered diplomatically, "But at least for the foreseeable future, with the world how it is … Music as the primary focus, I want to write the next album there. Spend some time seeing the country too, I've always wanted to."

He got a collection of nods, and a few spoken agreements, assurances that it could work.

"This isn't a temporary thing," he said of Alex, looking at the faces who helped him run his life, "We're going to be navigating this for the rest of my career. So everyone's going to need to add Sydney time to their Clock app."

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When he met Alex, Harry knew. 

When he landed in Sydney, Harry knew again. 

It was the right choice, it was the right place for him to be. All he wanted was to be moving in her direction; in the same direction as her. 

It was warm despite the late hour, the air was fragrant with it, in stark contrast to the London he left behind. 

He tried to think back to the last time he’d been in Australia, to what it felt like back then. 

If only he’d know then …

Harry opted not to apply for any special considerations or circumstances. He didn't want anything to jeopardise him being able to enter what was likely the world's most difficult country to get into now—especially seeing as Harry wasn't a resident, much less a citizen. Harry didn't want to hit the news. And despite evidence of people he knew in the industry being able to dictate where they quarantined on arrival, Harry requested nothing. He just wanted to fly in, go to whatever hotel they told him to, do his two weeks quarantine and then be with her. 

"Have you landed?" Alex's voice was urgent and tinged with excitement. 

Harry laughed, "Yes, how do you think I'm calling."

She squeaked, "You're here!"

"I'm here," he smiled under his mask, following the flow of fellow travellers walking through the empty airport, "Who ever heard of an International Airport having a curfew though? The pilot made the joke that if we were projected to land even a minute after 11pm, he'd have to turn around and go back to London. Which was like, a joke, but also not funny?"

Alex chortled, "You'll have to get used to the sense of humour here."

"Hang on," Harry saw a checkpoint of sorts ahead of him, "I have to go. I'll call you back."

"Call me from the hotel," she said, "I love you."

"I love you, too."

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"Go to the window."

“Hi. What?" Harry could barely move his head off the pillow as his eyes struggled to open.

"Go to your window," Alex repeated, "Were you asleep?"

He sat up, heart thrumming quickly at the possibility of what he was going to see. A second before his mind had only barely been able to scramble together the cognitive function to swipe to answer the call. 

When he got to the window, Harry pulled back the curtains—he'd ended up at the same hotel Alex had been in too—his room looked out over Sydney's Hyde Park, the fountain and cathedral framing his window. Although his top floor room with a (locked) balcony was a little bigger than hers had been he still felt as if he was living in their FaceTime calls. He was sure he'd become more acquainted with the trees and greenery out his window as the days passed. 

"What am I looking for?" He asked, but Harry knew.

"I'm down here, can you see me? Blue jeans shorts … Yellow top? I've got a sign!"

Harry's eyes scanned the footpath opposite the hotel, there was a main road between him and the park. He'd been in the room less than 12 hours though, so he wasn't familiar with the foot traffic. 

"I can't… Wait, I see you," his mouth opened in a huge smile, "Hi!"

Harry waved and pressed his hand to the window as his heart waved down at Alex's. He felt like his insides were being swapped around inside him as he took his first look at her in the flesh in nearly thirteen weeks. She had sunglasses sitting up on top of her head and a The New Yorker tote bag over her shoulder. He bit his lip at all the exposed skin he was looking at, feeling it a cruel injustice in the fact he would be touching his girlfriend for a fortnight.

Alex was squinting up at the hotel, one hand to her forehead, blocking the sun while the other held her phone to her ear, "How high up at you?"

"Next to the yellow and red flag," he said, looking for a distinguishing feature. He'd fallen asleep to the sound of the rope flapping against the building.

Alex's voice took a teasing tone, "Oh, who's that sexy man with his shirt off in the hotel window?" 

"I can't read your sign."

"I only had a Biro," she lamented, shoving the makeshift sign under her arm, "It just says Hi."

"Hi," Harry leant his forehead into the window, "You look beautiful."

"So do you."

"You going to stand out there for the next two weeks?"

"Would you like me to?"

"Yes, please."

Harry watched her take a step back and lean against the wall to the park behind her, "I'd better get comfy then."

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There was a couple in the room next door to Harry.

"I'm telling you, it's relentless," he implored Alex with his eyes, pausing for a second to listen to the sound of their bed hitting the wall, "They're at it constantly."

"Embrace it, some people are into that," Alex giggled from her parent's kitchen. She was making dinner for the whole family, with her AirPods in and Harry chatting to her as she chopped vegetables. "Let it get you in the mood, Harry. Is that voyeurism, or exhibitionism? I can never—"

"—Okay," He rolled his eyes, "Thank you, Comedian."

"You're just jealous you're not getting any."

"I really am," Harry said seriously, "If I have to wait, so should they."

Alex's laugh filled his ears, "It's alright, less than a week to go now."

"I cannot wait to be holding you," he said, longing in his voice. 

Harry had mixed feelings leaving London. He didn't know when he'd be back, but at the very least he was going to miss his first Christmas with his family. With England in lockdown, it was unlikely that even if he had stayed, he would be able to spend it with them anyway, but Harry would miss them. He already missed them. 

It wasn't like he missed Alex, though. And in all the conversations he'd had with his mum, or his sister, or anyone else, they'd all told him to go for her. They saw it in his eyes and heard it in his voice when he spoke about her. Or maybe their hearts knew as well, as though Harry meeting Alex had been locked away in them all and now the light to that room was switched on. 

So there he was, in Australia. To be with his love.

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Ten Days 'Time has changed nothing at all, you're still the only one that feels like home'

Harry asked the nurse who took his last COVID swab to help him.

He hadn't requested anything up until that point, but he knew, even behind her protective gear, she was a friendly face. And he also knew that there were rumblings online that he was in Sydney. (All those spare and jet lag hours, he'd tried to stay off the internet, he really had) 

The good news was it was just rumblings, because why on earth would Harry Styles be in Sydney.

All it would take was one photo to confirm it though, which in a sense, was fine, he didn't care.

But Harry didn't want that photo to be of any of his first moments back with Alex.

Let someone snap a picture in a couple of weeks, on a random beach or coming out of a cafe somewhere. Just not his first day. Not when he hadn't seen her since the beginning of September almost three months ago.

He asked if the nurse could help him arrange Alex for access to the hotel car park because the discharge information pack he'd received directed him to organise pick up on the street. 

The next two days went slowly, those final 48 hours, waiting for a negative result and trying like anything to bat away fears that it wouldn't be the same. That somehow Harry and Alex would've lost the something that lit the spark in London. 

He hated that feeling—the doubt—and when he confessed it to his sister, she batted it away as nerves. She said life was always full of uncertainty and risks, the idea was to choose the ones you thought were worth taking. 

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Alex stared at her legs as she sat, waiting for Harry in her dad's car.

It hadn't taken long to get the colour back to them, although mostly she was fixated on how she should have dressed a little nicer for the first time seeing Harry in months. She didn't even have proper shoes on, just the thongs that she'd kicked off the night before after coming back from the park with the dogs. 

Harry hadn't seen this side of her. This casual, probably more Australian sounding Alex. The one with bare feet and sunglasses holding her hair back. He'd met her family over video calls, but what would Harry think when he was in a room full of them? They were loud and could have distasteful senses of humour. There were family jokes that Alex had never thought twice about before but now worried Harry wouldn't appreciate. 

She'd slipped back into the comforting hum of life in Sydney so easily. Her friends, her family, her city. When she left Sydney hadn't felt like home, but as soon as she stepped back into it something in Alex let out a sigh of return. It was strange, leaving London just at the end of the summer months and falling straight into the beginning of a new summer here. 

In front of her, Alex sensed movement. The door she'd been instructed to park in front of opened, and a very tall man in an army uniform stepped into the underground car park, propping open the door with his foot. He pointed to Alex in the front seat and said something to Harry, who was the next person to appear, followed by a nurse in full PPE.

Alex felt an explosion in her chest, an electric shock or a bolt of lightning. Two hearts jumping up and down in excitement. 

She cracked the car door open and heard Harry thanking the two people escorting him, his hands moved as though they were itching to add a handshake to the gesture.

As soon as Alex was in his eyesight though Harry didn't think about anyone else. 

She emerged and hovered by the front of the car, waiting for Harry to approach her, as if unsure what she was allowed to do. The sight of her in an oversized hoodie and small athletic shorts warmed him instantly. She looked perfect, with a tan that evaded her in London and a brightness behind her eyes Harry was addicted to already. He liked the thought that he was an errand, that picking up her boyfriend was on a list of things for her to do that day. The word 'normal' flashed in Harry's mind, and any worry he'd had about her or him or them together being different from how he remembered it disappeared.

"Hi," he smiled wide as he tugged down the mask covering his face and stepped right into her personal space, his bag and suitcase abandoned behind him. 

Speechless, Alex breathed Harry in deeply through tears as she was tightly wrapped up in his arms. She couldn't bring any words to the surface, and so they just stood in silence, holding each other. 

After a moment Harry turned his face into her neck and pressed a slow, warm kiss below her ear, "Hello, hello, hello," he said between kisses. 

It only made Alex's crying increase, and she squeezed him tighter while leveraging herself higher up his body, not yet willing or able to step away. 

"Alex," Harry said her name gently, "Let me see you, please."

She leant back but covered her cheeks with her sleeves, peering over at Harry through blurry eyes, "Wait a sec."

He smiled and pulled her hands away by her wrists, "Give me a kiss."

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"You're such a tourist," Alex laughed as she drove, watching Harry lean forward in the passenger seat and try to take a photo through the windscreen of the Sydney Harbour Bridge above them. 

"You know bridges are my passion," he said dryly. 

She smiled as he sat back and slipped his hand back into hers. 

"I quite like you driving," Harry said, eyeing her in the drivers' seat, "Look at you knowing your way around."

Alex grinned under her sunglasses, "We're in my city now, baby."

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Harry's mouth hovered hotly over the skin below Alex's breasts. 

"Harry," she ran her fingers through his hair, hating the anticipation. 

His lips upturned at the impatience behind her saying his name. He pressed a kiss to the skin there, then another half an inch further down her tummy, "M'not in a hurry."

"I am," Alex urged.

"Oh?" Harry stopped and looked up at her, his elbows on either side of her hips as he held himself over her, "You are?"

"Yes."

"Going somewhere after this?"

She whined, whined, "No, Harry."

Alex hadn't taken him home to her family. Not yet. 

She drove an hour out of the city to a beach suburb with what Alex had deemed the nicest Airbnb. It was private, and without Sydney's usual cohort of international tourists, the area was deserted except for locals. They could hear the ocean from the bedroom and see if from the kitchen. She'd booked them two nights; two nights to reconnect and just live in the presence of each other without her family stepping in and inevitably stealing Harry's heart.

(Except, of course, it was Alex's heart who has his, all this time)

"Look at you, fuck," Harry said, tilting back up to take her lips in his, pressing his torso, his thighs, his stomach, his hardened crotch into her. "Fucking gorgeous."

"We can do slow later," she all but begged, her fingers digging into his exposed back, "Please. Just … Just please, Harry."

Alex felt his hand brush over her thigh, deliciously trailing over the sensitive skin just below her hip bone and down between them. His eyes dipped down between them only briefly before Alex was feeling the tip of him pressing into her exactly where she needed it. 

"Yes," her body relaxed into the feeling, remembering the London nights, the mornings and that first time in his living room. 

"Alex," Harry said her name like he could hardly believe it, and at the same time as wanting to savour the moment he was thinking of their first, hurried time as well. His hips snapped forward, remembering that time the rush came from wanting to taste, to experience something new and to have Alex's body for his own the first time. 

The urgency behind Harry's movements this time were for want of something had and sorely missed, something already claimed but given up for a time.

Alex's head was stretched back onto the pillow underneath him while she felt her body shift and squeeze around him. She wrapped her arms around his chest to feel him closer, wanting to hold onto him as he pumped in and out, sighing against her neck, trying to regulate himself.

"God, Al."

"Harry."

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Four nights later, tucked into the spare room at her parent's house, Harry rolled over and took her hand. 

"I think we should get a place here."

"A what?"

"A flat, a house, we should rent something in Sydney." 

"Sydney?" Alex's tone elevated, almost touching the spinning ceiling fan above them.

"Yes, Sydney," Harry repeated, "You mentioned a job you liked the look of a few weeks ago, did you apply for it? "

"But what about London? That's where you live, God, what about your work, Harry."

"I want to be here, I'm not in any hurry to go back to what normal was. Normal didn't have you," Harry said, throwing out the script he'd built in his head the last month. His heart was doing the talking, extempore, "I've watched you this week, Alex, it's like you're a whole different person here. You're so happy and settled and joyful, which, by the way, I already thought you were but here … Do you really want to go again? Could you leave your family again?"

Alex felt her chest going into overdrive like everything was whirring around too quickly. She felt had to be honest, though, despite the way it made the fear climb further up her throat, "No. I don't want to leave."

Harry brought her knuckles up to kiss, "I don't want you to leave, either. So, what if we stayed? For as long as it's where you need to be?"

"But your family—

"—Doing this means one of us is always going to be away from someone," Harry told her, "I can handle missing my family, Al, I can't handle missing you. You're it."

"It just seems like too much to ask you to do, Harry."

"You're not asking," he insisted. "I can figure out how to work from here. London was my home base, I spent a lot of the year away anyway. And it's not that much further to LA for stuff, I … I'm saying I can make it work here, Alex. I want to make it work with you."

Alex's heart did a cartwheel, "You want to stay in Sydney?"

Harry's somersaulted, "I want to stay with you, yes."

The End.  &&&

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[dean-adorer]

Strings | Part 2

Title: Strings

Pairing: Dean/Demon!Dean x OFC!Alayna

Warnings: Swearing?, Season 10 spoilers, First time writer (yes that’s a warning)

Author’s note: No plagiarism, no hate hate and feedback is gold!

PART 1

“Hmm I see. You may wanna go save Princess Samantha before it’s too late”.

To say the encounter disturbed her was an understatement, Ally called Sam about twenty times with no answer trying to figure out what the hell Dean meant when he said his brother needed saving. After the twentieth voicemail, she started loosing her shit, she had no idea where Sam was or what kind of danger he was in until she heard soft knocks on her motel room door. She retrieved her Beretta from its place under the pillow and made her way to the door peeping through the hole.

 Sam was panting and bloody on the other side, she quickly put the safety of her gun back and pulled him inside checking him all over.

“What the fuck happened to you?” She couldn’t help the worry in her tone.

“Some Dean-obsessed sociopath kidnapped me, man! He wanted to use my ass as hostage, only my demon of a brother couldn’t give less of a fuck. He just left me to die, can you imagine? Tried to warn the poor bastard though, this ain’t gonna end well for him. Dean’s so gonna hate himself for that when he’s back to normal.” Despite the blood, Sam seemed to be fine. She still searched her duffle for a first aid kit to clean a few cuts and put ointment on some bruises.

“What do you mean left you to die?” Al’ was frowning, she couldn’t imagine Dean Winchester doing such a thing, even as a demon. He was way further gone than she had dared to think.

“So? How did your stalking plan go?” Asked Sam while wincing as she dabbed a cut. 

“I’d say it didn’t go too good. He saw me and by the sound of it he knows you’re not too far either so change of plans.” 

“Fuck, did he talk to you?”

“Hmm yeah kinda. He’s the one who told me you were in trouble. I made it seem like a coincidence, I highly doubt he bought that though” She put ointment on the last bruise and unconsciously kissed his nose boo boo like she had done so many times in the past and stopped afterwards shocked at her own gesture and how natural it felt.

Sam chuckled and soon got up noticing the uncomfortable expression she sported. He made his way to the bathroom as Ally sat on the stiff mattress deep in her thoughts. Now that Dean knew they were here, they lost the element of surprise. She wasn’t scared of him though, she could handle any version him. Al’ just wondered how far could she go into this adventure and still go back to her life bearing no scars. On a last note, she decided that the best plan was no plan in this case and that she would be going back to the bar after a good night sleep hoping to find him.

-

A ringtone echoed within the walls of the motel disturbing Ally’s dreamless sleep. She answered eyes closed, still too tired to completely let go. 

“Hello?”

“Al’, haven’t heard from you in four days. Where the hell are you?” Noah, she should’ve guessed. He had a tendency to call at the worst times.

“Been busy. Call you in 2 minutes?” She was struggling to get the words out, her voice groggy and her mouth dry.

“Sure. Bye.” He rarely was this cold to her and she usually hated when he was but her half conscious brain couldn’t acknowledge it yet.

The time on her phone read 7:23. Al’ directed some swearwords of choice at her fiancé for waking her up from her much needed sleep. She turned around to see that Sam was still snoozing and took her time to get up and exit the room in order to argue with Noah in all privacy. He answered after the first ring, obviously not ready to let go of their conversation anytime soon.

“Bonjour to you too Noah, I’m doing great how about you? Yes I slept perfect.” He didn’t need to see her to imagine the eye roll she was directing at him.

“Cut the bullshit, where the hell are you?” Oh Oh, he was extra mad.

“How is it any of your fucking business? Told you I’d be back when I’m done which I’m not” The crisp air of  the early morning and her rising anger were definitely helping with the sleepiness she was feeling moments ago. She knew her reply would trigger him and it was, in fact, kind of his business but she could never explain what was really going on and she’d rather him be mad and safe than ever tell him the disturbing truth about her other life.

“You gotta be shitting me? I’LL TELL YOU HOW IT’S MY BUSINESS! MY FUCKING FIANCE UP AND LEFT TWO MONTHS AGO LEAVING NOTHING BUT A FUCKING NOTE BEHIND, DOESN’T EXPLAIN SHIT AND EXPECTS ME TO SIT ON MY ASS WHILE SHE’S FUCKING GOD KNOWS WHO, GOD KNOWS WHERE. Ouf.” Al’ was gob smacked, she could hear his fast breathing on the other line and thought about hanging up for a second. Never had he spoken to her like that or raised his voice. Granted they had had their fair share of fights, as does everybody, but this was new to her.

“Okay let’s start by don’t you ever fucking dare raise your voice at me again if you ever wanna see my face again. If you think I left to fuck around that’s on you and I definitely do not owe you an explanation. Family comes first and I’ll come back when I feel like it’s time to come back. In the meantime, if you ain’t happy about that, you’ll get your ring in the mail and I can send somebody to pack my shit” She has been trying to keep her cool with him since this whole thing started but it was getting harder, she didn’t take shit from anybody and certainly not from him. As much as she loved him, love was replaceable, family-in good terms or not- was not. 

“We’re engaged, if there’s anybody on god’s green earth you’d owe an explanation to that’d be me. I’m not gonna put up with your shit forever Al’.  You can’t or won’t explain anything about anything, not your past, not the reason we have an army base worthy arsenal at home, not the weird obsession with salt, not the creepy symbols under our carpets, not why you suddenly leave to a family I know nothing of. You’ll have to start talking at some point.” She knew he had a point but she also thought he didn’t need to know any of those things in order to love her. She gave up everything to keep her demons - the literal and not so literal ones - away from her new life and she was determined to maintain it that way.

“You never questioned that in three years of relationship so why now?” She really was curious as to why he chose this moment out of all to question her “weird” habits. Ally was met with the sound of a broken line. He hung up on her. Wouldn’t be the first time. Their arguments were getting more and more heated with each call, never had they been so close to breaking up and she certainly wasn’t happy about it but the peek into her old life was bringing back an old version of herself, one she both loved and hated but mostly one that had a strong sense of priorities.

“Trouble in heaven?” She jumped out of her skin and turned around to see sleepy hazel eyes, messy longish hair and a much needed coffee from the vending machine handed to her.

“You could say that. Sorry I woke you up.” Sam and herself were heading back to their room to get ready for the day.

“You didn’t. Feel like talking about it? I can be a good listener. Plus you don’t really talk about your new life, I wanna know all the tea.” Over the course of the last weeks, she and Sam have been slowly but safely rebuilding their friendship and she was finding her bestest of friends again. She could use an ear to chew off, not talking about anything to anyone was soon going to drive her crazy.

“Man, I’m going crazy keeping all the shit to myself. What do you wanna know?”

“Well, maybe start by telling me why you really took off?” She didn’t really expect that one. She thought he would have made Dean spill all about that by now, or at least figured it out by himself.

“What about that? Thought you’d know all the deets by now.” Al’ sat next to her giant of a friend and laid her head on his shoulder needing the comfort.

“You left for a hunt and never came back Al’. My brother isn’t exactly the babbling type, I may have an idea but I want your version of things. If you’re comfortable sharing that is, I know how hard it has been on both of you” His voice a few decibels lower than usual, calm and comforting. 

“Alright. As you may know, I used to hunt alone. Me myself and I on the road from the moment I could drive, nothing to care about or stick around for. My only certitude was death, I knew that someday, sooner than later, I’d go down guns blazing and that I wouldn’t be missed. I made my peace with that. Until I got dragged by your imbecile of a brother on that road trip and never looked back. I never stopped to really think about what I was getting myself into. I never thought about how from that moment, I’d have people I could care about, people I could let down, people who I’d miss. The dependence and the weakness. I had something to loose and it scared me shitless” Sam wrapped his arm around her shoulders, sensing her need for comfort. “In my ocean of loneliness and despair, Dean gave me a family, a reason to care and fight. He made me feel and feel alive and I’ll be forever grateful. But with love comes loss and I was terrified of loosing the only family I ever had. He jumped at every gun, every monster, trying to protect me from getting hurt but nothing would have ever hurt me as much as loosing him so I did the same.” She remained silent for a moment, breathing in and out, before carrying on. “There was a hunt-Cleveland, Ohio-it was supposed to be a romantic getaway hunt, some kind of shit spirit, no cock-blocking Sam.” He softly pinched her arm at the comment. “It ended up being a demon, we went in there half-cocked and it stabbed me bad. I was okay with death, I had experienced everything this shitty life had to offer and I had made my peace with my fate. I was just happy it got to be me instead of Dean. Of course, he couldn’t just let me leave. Of course not, Dean the ever self-sacrificing bastard. Obviously no demon would bargain after his little rescue from hell so he went to a witch. He bargained his soul for my life. When I woke up and realized what happened, I wanted to drag him to hell myself. I stuck around to get him out of the damn deal then packed, left and never looked back. I couldn’t keep doing that Sam.” A few tear had shed as expected. “I couldn’t keep watching him throw himself at death’s doorstep every chance he got to protect me. It’s not that I don’t get it, I would have done the same for him time and time again because I just loved him that much but it just got so destructive, so toxic and I thought that maybe if I left he’d be better off.”

“And then?” Ally could see at his expression that he had indeed never heard the story but his eyes were compassionate and understanding. 

“And then I just left everything behind, changed names and numbers. My heart was broken beyond repair and I had nothing left so I used mom’s fund to open a hunter’s clinic down in Phoenix and worked my ass off. Three years ago I met Noah and he was there when I had no one and thought I’d never love anybody  ever again. He proposed a year ago and here we are. I’m sorry Sam. I realize that Dean wasn’t the only one I left then but I want you to understand that I didn’t leave out of selfishness, I left out of love and it was the hardest thing I ever did. I truly want you to forgive me.”

She felt relief, it was the first time she got to open up since forever. Since she left her full-time giant, part-time confident. But here he was, listening and comforting as if she never let him down. She found herself in his warm embrace, his lips on the top of her head. 

“I know Bebou, I understand now and as much as I wanna kick both your asses for keeping me in the dark, I forgive you. How can I not? You did what was best for you both and if I’m being honest, I think it kept him alive a bit longer.”

“Not long enough apparently. I know I didn’t tell you this nearly enough but I love you Sammy. And I missed you.” Al’ nuzzled closer to his chest and rejoiced in the feeling of home. He felt safe and warm. Home. 

“I love you too. I’m glad I called although I wish the circumstances were different. So? What about that trouble in heaven?” She wished circumstances were different too. Curing her demon ex-lover was certainly something she could live without experiencing. 

“Well I told you about Noah. He’s the furthest thing from a hunter and doesn’t know shit about this life which i couldn’t me more grateful for but since I left he has been asking questions I can’t answer and it has been taking its toll on our relationship.” 

“Shit, I’m sorry about that Al’. Wish we had been done with this sooner.” Ally got up from her place on the bed and looked for her bag. It held something she really needed at the moment. 

“Don’t apologize Sam. This is Dean we’re talking about, we’ll figure it out. Let’s get a few more hours of sleep, I really don’t feel like functioning right now and once back on track we’ll figure out something.”

“Is that a blunt you’re rolling? Not thinking about sharing?” Sam was raising his eyebrows at her thinking that old habits die hard. 

“Well, I sure as hell need something to chase the nightmares. Always with you Sammy.” She finished by licking her masterpiece closed and jumped on the bed ready to relax. 

-

Her head was heavy as they made their way to the bar after their little trip above the clouds. The 2pm heat wasn’t helping and she couldn’t help but wonder how the Winchesters didn’t suffocate with their damn layers. As they got there, she convinced Sam that it was for the best if she went in alone for two reasons. First, he’d get the element of surprise if anything went wrong although Dean would surely figure it out. Second, he didn’t handle the smoking as well as he used to. 

“Okay, remember, if anything goes even remotely sideways I’ll be right there” Sam looked at her intently awaiting her acknowledgment. 

“Got it. Although, demon or not you know I can handle your brother.”

“I certainly do not doubt that. Alright, go kick ass.”

Ally entered the bar noticing that they didn’t have company. Dean was sat alone at the piano, a glass of whiskey and what she assumed was the first blade by its fully mug sitting on the body of the instrument. To her, he was beauty in its purest form and it took her a lot to not get distracted by the power he was emanating. His upper body and broad shoulders stood proud but she felt the slight, almost unnoticeable defeat at the tilt of his head downwards. 

She kept her goal in sight and walked behind the bar to pour herself a drink not saying a word then found a seat on a stool. 

“Thought I’d see again around here. To what do I owe the pleasure again?” He didn’t move to look at her and she was glad. He knew her too well. 

“Thought I’d drop by and say hi. Long time no see.” She finished her glass and indulged in another one. 

“You did. Now you can get Sammy over there and get the hell out of here before shit goes real bad real quick.” He had now raised his eyes to hers to make his point. This Dean was getting on her nerves. 

“Oh yeah? What kind of shit are we talking about here? Because you see, I don’t think it can get any badder than black eyes. Humor me.” Ally was stalling. She didn’t know for what but she was. He got up and took a few steps in her direction

“Don’t play games with me Alayna. If you came to “take me home”, you can look the other way. All you gotta do is leave and i won’t-“ His sentence was cut short by the break of a window and something rolling on the floor. Fast enough, the room was all foggy and the gaz made her pass out. Dean carried her to the back door and set her down to look at the intruder. She opened her eyes in time to see Dean circling a shorter man holding a gun. 

“You’re the guy who was supposed to put a bullet in Sammy’s brain. Did you miss?” Well that makes sense. He’s small for a guy who got a hand over Sam. 

“Nah, I had a better idea. Figured if I let your bro escape, he’d come running to ya and all I had to do was tag along. Although I must admit, I should’ve thought about the girlfriend.” Her brain was still in a fog as she tried to understand what was going on. Apparently Dean had killed the dude’s old man and he was here for pay back. He really couldn’t have chosen a worse moment. She figured this version of Dean wasn’t one with mercy. And she was right, the hunter was a distinguished fighter on his worst day but as a Knight Of Hell? He was a war weapon. Cole or whatever his name is was getting more and more frustrated and Dean was savoring it. Ally silently stood on her feet, walking up to Dean from behind and seizing the opportunity of him being distracted to cuff his wrists. Sam got out of the car and ran to her as soon as she was done and she fell on her ass, inhaling deep breaths as Sasquatch pushed Dean into the backseat of her Charger.  

She let Sam take the lead in Baby, stopping by the motel then driving all the way back to the bunker. She had to knock Dean out a few times to shut him up, his sass and sarcasm were getting old. As they pulled up at the entrance of the garage, she noticed a car that she knew all too well. 

“ Fuck!” Her head hit the wheel, she wanted to disappear right then and there. One crisis was enough, she couldn’t manage two. Ally didn’t even want to know how that came to happen. As if on cue, Sam pulled up behind her and came knocking on her window.

“Who’s that?” Asked Sam with a worried expression. 

“Noah, fuck I can’t do this.” She brought her hand to her face trying to think through the situation. How could she explain anything without blowing up everything? She was too deep in her thoughts to notice that Dean had gotten out of the car and was now banging on the driver window of the Jeep in front of them. 

“Oh no no no, this can’t be happening!” San walked to his brother yanking him towards the front door giving her the chance to climb into the passenger side of her fiancé’s truck. 

“How the fuck did you get here? No, scratch that, WHAT THE FUCK are you doing here Noah?” She was red with anger and anticipation was eating at her. 

“You’ve been gone for two months, what hell do you expect me to do Ally? I had no idea where you were, with who or anything about this so called mission of yours? Do you even realize how fucked that is? I tracked your phone and drove all the way here and to see what? That you’ve just been hanging around with some lumberjacks in middle of nowhere Kansas? Maybe i wasn’t so wrong about this whole thing anyways.” Ally was, and putting it lightly, seconds away from imploding. She didn’t what was worse, the fact that he insinuated she was a whore or that he tracked. 

“It’s taking everything within me to not punch you in the face right now. Talk about them again like that and I just might and it ain’t gonna be pretty. The guys you just saw are Sam and Dean, the family I was talking about. We just back from the thing we had to sort out. Now you can leave. I’ll be home in a few days.”

She put her head against the seat and tried to breathe properly, keeping the anger at bay. 

“The same Dean you keep a picture of inside your wallet? Are you not even gonna invite me in? I deserve at least that.”

“How the f- Who gave you the damn right to go through my stuff? And no, this is not my place and I don’t think you’re welcome. Now let me tell you what’s gonna happen? I’m gonna go in and be there for my family while you’re gonna get your ass back to Arizona and this conversation isn’t over so we’ll pick up where we left off when I’m back.” She didn’t let him answer and got out of the car rubbing her temples. She said the word family so many times she felt like Dom Toretto. She was hoping he didn’t notice how she faltered at the mention of the picture in her wallet. What was sure is that he figured who Dean was to her before he even got here. 

Al’ made her way into the bunker without looking back and was met with the sounds of screams coming from somewhere far into the maze. The screams were getting louder the closer she got to the dungeon. She was there in time to see Sam injecting another dose and Dean screaming until he passes out. 

“Sam, he doesn’t look so fresh. You sure this shit works? Because if it doesn’t we may just be killing him.” Dean started sweating and shivering, grunting in his passed out state and she was worried. 

“It should be working, it did on Crowley. I need to freshen up, can you keep an eye or three on him?” He sure as hell needed it so she just nodded and walked towards a chair in the corner of the room facing Dean. 

His head was hanging low and the smooth strands of hair were hiding his face. It was an ideal and just peaceful enough moment for her to start reflecting. She did that a lot, she needed to keep things in check in her head. It could be anxiety inducing and exhausting at times to think so much but as a grand philosopher once said “I think therefore I am”, Descartes’ words were wise and comforting. She was thinking about Noah and the clinic, about the life she needed to get back to and the one she left behind, she also couldn’t help but worry about Dean as he was sitting right in front of her looking sick and in pain.

Although her thoughts were raging, Ally was starting to get bored and decided to get something to read from the room right outside the dungeon. She was going through the records while keeping an eye on Dean when she heard something drop to the floor and as she turned around to check felt a heavy blow to the temple before everything went black. Her body dropped to the floor not being able to brace its fall.

She came to her senses a few moments later, she didn’t know if she was out for minutes or hours but her head was throbbing and the room was pitch black if not for the occasional red emergency light. Ally tried to get up but the dizziness brought her back down against the shelves, her lids closing on their own. 

-

Her eyelids fluttered as she attempted to open her eyes but the headache was making it difficult. She winced and tried getting up in a seating position to analyze her surroundings, the last thing she remembered was waking up on the floor who knows how long ago and passing out again.

She realized she was in her room in the bunker and a small knock on the door caught her attention. A man with piercing blue eyes wearing a trench coat appeared at the doorstep.

“May I?” His gravely voice is comforting unlike all those years ago

“Cas? Hey man, long time no see.” Seeing him sent her back to all those hopeless nights she spent praying to him, praying to him to protect Dean, praying to him to give her guidance. She didn’t believe in much but even then, apocalypse and all, she believed in him.

“Hello Alayna” He got closer and sat at the edge of her bed, with a touch to her forehead she felt warmth spreading along her body. The throbbing in her head was gone.

“Where’s Dean?” His already constipated face expression got more tense before answering.

“In his room”  Castiel replied casting his eyes to the floor.

“Is he…?” She didn’t finish her question in hopes he would understand without her spelling it out.

“Yes, he’s himself again” At his words, Ally pulled back the blankets covering her lower half and sat up, determined to go speak to him. She wrapped Cas in a hug which to her surprise, he returned warmly and walked out the door towards a certain room 11.

“I wouldn’t…” Cas’ words fell into deaf ears as she was already half way there.

-

Alayna stood before the golden numbers and exhaled once then twice before knocking on the door. No noise was coming from inside the room and she wondered for a second if Cas had been wrong about his whereabouts. Until she heard his voice.

“For the hundredth time Sam, I’m fine, really. Nothing good porn and strong booze can’t fix.” He sounded tired, physically and mentally exhausted. And she knew better than anyone how false was his statement. She always had hundreds of words to describe him but “Fine” never was one of them. 

She thought about going back to her room and letting him get the much needed rest but talked herself out of it, this was not the right moment to be a pussy. He needed someone to pick up and mend his broken pieces, wether he was willing to admit to himself or not, and she was more than willing to. He deserved nothing less.

“Can I come in?” She sounded shy and uncertain, very much unlike herself.

Footsteps resonated before the door was slowly opened revealing the green eyed man who haunted most of her dreams. He looked as tired as he sounded, his hair was disheveled as if he ran his hand through it countless times, and if the blueish under-eye bags and prominent crinkles were not indication enough, the look in his eyes definitely was. If the circumstances were different she would have found his attire endearing, the sponge-bob PJ pants still pulled a slight smirk at the corner of her mouth. Dean opened and closed mouth a couple time, like a fish out of water, before he was shut up by the arms wrapping around his torso.

“I know. It’s fine.” She said, her voice calm and gentle.

After a beat, he finally put his arms around her and laid his head on hers exhaling slowly.

“I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have been there in the first place. What are you doing here, Al’?”

She couldn’t see his face expression to know if she should be offended by his words or not so she pulled back and stared for a second before walking past him and settling on the mattress. There was no trace of anger in his eyes, at least not directed to her.

“God, why is it that you’re the one who gets memory foam?” Al’ couldn’t help but ask as she sank into the said mattress.

“Well, I ain’t getting younger, I’d say it’s a necessity”

He sat next to her and they remained silent for half a minute before Ally spoke up again.

“I heard you went dark side. Couldn’t help but join the rescue mission. What kind of person would I be if I  didn’t?” She wanted to keep the conversation rather light for the time being

“The sane kind. I’m sorry Sammy dragged you here. I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m glad he could get the Hulk under control and it’s good seeing you but I know you wanted out. He shouldn’t ‘ve pulled you back in.” Dean said while setting his elbows on his lap, looking straight ahead.

“Does that make him Black Widow? I mean he already got the hair going on and I’d pay to see him in that suit.” He chuckled, it was not quite a laugh but Ally was glad. She could now clearly see the weight of the world pressing on his shoulders. “Sam didn’t drag anybody here. I wanted to help, was the least I could do after-… you know. And I’m not BACK per se, I’m hitting the road first thing tomorrow. Also, for the love of god stop apologizing” He was looking at her as she kept talking, slightly flinching indicating he, in fact, did know what she was alluding to.

“Nah that’s you, you’re the badass chick in the family but man so would I.” He paused and looked around until his eyes landed on the band around her ring finger. “So… Tomorrow huh? Douche in the car from earlier got anything to do with that?” She sighed at his question, he truly was the last person she wanted to talk relationships with.

“Shut up I’m Stark. Hum, yeah and no? It’s just time to go back home I guess. I put my life on hold to help Sam and you’re back to being Bruce so my work here is done I presume. I have things to fix or end, depending on how that conversation goes.” She said while fiddling with her engagement ring. If she was to be honest with herself, she wasn’t thrilled to go back. The last few months had been lots of fun if not for the demon situation, she hadn’t felt alive like that in a long time. Ally pertinently knew how grim and depression inducing the hunting life was but it’s all she ever knew and letting go of that felt like letting go of who she was.

——

“I hope that conversation goes your way, whichever way that is. I’m happy for you sweetheart, you deserve what you got going on. Might swing by that clinic if something drags us to Arizona.” That was only half a lie on Dean’s behalf. When Sam filled him in earlier, he didn’t mention the ring on her finger but she did deserve to be happy. In fact she deserved the very best but it tore his already shattered heart to know he couldn’t be that for her. Not then and certainly not now, their strings have been going separate ways for a while now.

After what he had been through lately, his head was a shit show and seeing her did nothing to help with that. It only brought new emotions to deal with. He could now add hopelessness and heartbreak to the list of sorrows he was drowning in a bottle tonight. That thought was his cue to get up, dismissing the question held in her eyes, and head to the library looking for one of the 3 J’s, whichever he came across first. Apparently tonight was one for Jack. 

There was a bottle in his drawer, he just needed a breather away from Ally. Last time he saw her, she was walking away from him, leaving him to piece again a heart that wasn’t even his anymore. She was his whole world wrapped in jeans and flannel and her presence was overwhelming. The whole situation was overwhelming and all he could think about was getting hammered and sleeping it off. Once back in his room, he chose to slide to the floor leaning against his bed instead of taking his previous place next to her. He opened the whiskey bottle in his hand, took a large enough gulp to make anyone else choke and handed it to her before he set his forearms on his knees deep in thought. 

“I know you said you were fine. And I know you’re done with everyone asking if you’re okay. I also know you wouldn’t talk even if I held a damn knife to your throat. But Dean I’m leaving tomorrow and we’re probably not running into each other for a while if not ever again so you can let go and talk to me. Just tonight. And it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” The thought of not seeing her again made him reach for the bottle, which she handed wordlessly.

“Even if I wanted to I wouldn’t know where to start. It’s all so fucked up up here.” Dean said as he felt her slide down to join him on the floor, grabbing the bottle from his hand.

“Maybe start by telling me what happened to you. I know it comes with the job description but I don’t remember you being so… broken.”

*Part 3 in the works

@ocfairygodmother​

#deanwinchtser #dean x OC #dean one shot #fanfic #spn #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #part 2 #ocfairygodmother

[lotusthekat]

Daffodils

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (2003)

Rating: G

Relationships: Edward/Noah; MENTIONED - Maes/Gracia

Characters: Edward Elric, Noah, Alphonse Elric; MENTIONED - Alternate Maes Hughes, Alternate Gracia Hughes

Summary: Edward and Noah open up about what led them here. Post-Conqueror of Shamballa.

Word count: 909

AO3 / Fanfiction

A/N: I honestly like this pairing now, so I tried to write a little something... but I’m pretty sleep deprived, so I hope this turned out okay. I especially hope that Noah was written well. Enjoy!

TRIGGER WARNINGS - mentions of racism and death.

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“Good to see you’re liking the job.”

“Ed,” Noah smiles, her enthusiasm subtle, only for him to see.

“Hey.” Ed clears the strange taste in his throat. It’s not a bad taste, though. “Thought I’d pass by and see how you’re doing.”

“I’m doing just fine.”

Ed smiles though he might frown when he notices Officer Hughes flirting with Gracia.

“He’s… not bothering you anymore, right?” He questions.

“Oh no, it's okay.” Noah looks behind her, still smiling. “He and Miss Gracia do make a cute couple.”

Ed hums sadly. At any point he’d find the two love birds endearing. Then again, they’re not the same people Ed knew, and after everything that happened, he isn’t quite welcoming of the official. He’s at least glad he stopped bothering Noah so much.

Noah looks… happy here, for that matter. She’s living with the Elrics as of now, but they live with their own daily lives. But with the war and everything else, Ed can only worry about her feeling welcome at all.

“Ed?”

He shakes his head. “Ah, hey. Hi.”

“You always have so much in your mind… do you want to talk about it?”

Ed rubs the back of his neck, feeling some of his long ponytail.

“It’s really nothing. I’m just being a worrywart like Al tells me,” he jokes.

Noah doesn’t laugh.

Ed sighs. “Sorry.”

“For what?”

“I guess… everything. I didn’t want you getting in all that mess.”

“It wasn’t your fault.” Noah looks down. “I’m not exactly blameless here.”

Ed looks back. “What do you mean?”

“I looked into your thoughts because I wanted too badly to find a dream. I hurt you in the process.” Noah shuts her eyes. “I chose to steal your knowledge for my own selfish needs.”

Despite the harsh experiences, the eighteen-year-old reminds, “I think everyone was to blame.”

Although he doesn’t say more, Noah seems to understand it. Ed gets how she feels, especially as his little brother might deal with the blame time and time again. It’s not an easy reminder, that we all have responsibility in this world.

“I should’ve told you about my world, too,” Ed admits. “The military wanted to eliminate everyone with a different skin color…”

“Is that so?”

He nods. “Maybe the worlds aren’t the same… but they’re still parallels. They’re real.” He thinks of Alfons and his choice.

Ed and Noah remain quiet, probably thinking the same.

“I think… we should also be open to one another,” she concludes, "if we want to look after the world."

“Yeah. Well, on our own pace,” he adds, thinking of her situation.

Noah smiles again. Ed really… likes it when she smiles. It’s always genuine.

“Anywaaay… I think I should get going. And get Al out of the house,” Ed complains, “he gets way too excited about which clothes to wear.”

She gives out a silent laugh, and Ed’s stomach feels like he’s in clouds. “Right.”

“Yeah. Right.” Ed swallows a cough. “I’ll…”

“Oh, wait! I have something to give you.”

“Oh, really?”

She heads to the back of the store. When she returns, she’s holding a vase of yellow flowers.

“Aw, thank you,” Ed grins. When he’s about to grab the money, she stops him.

“It’s on the house,” she says.

“Wait, really? I can—”

“Don’t worry. Miss Gracia will understand.”

“Well, okay,” Ed shrugs and smiles. “Thanks, again.”

He notices, though, that Noah looks away briefly. Is she… nervous?

“If you don’t mind…” the woman whispers, “there’s something else I want to give you, too.”

“Oh, okay. What is it?”

He expects something material, but whatever it is, it surpasses all of his expectations…

Noah approaches the side of his face and she—

She kisses his cheek.

Ed almost, almost squeaks like he’s a teenager getting a kiss from a girl.

Noah hands him the vase, still holding it for him in case he drops it – because his arms simply won’t move.

“I’ll see you later tonight, won’t I?”

“Y… Y-Yeah…” Ed’s face heats up. “Tonight…”

For once, Noah grins and leaves him with the vase of flowers, heading up to other clients that have arrived at the store. Gracia and Officer Hughes eye Edward with knowing looks.

Ed avoids them like the plague and climbs up the stairs to his apartment the fastest he can.

“Oh, hi, brother!” Alphonse exclaims, Ed almost forgetting about him. “I’m ready to- oh?”

The latter stands around like an idiot, realizing the former stares at the flowers given to him, until he finally moves to leave the flowers at the center of the dinner table.

“Those are nice flowers, brother,” Al notes.

“Y-Yeah, right? Noah really understands flowers.”

“Huh…”

Once Edward gazes at his brother, Alphonse is already staring at him with a smirk.

“… What?”

“Oh, nothing, brother.”

Ed glares. “You knew about this, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t say anything,” Al shrugs in an innocent tone.

“Well, you’re not subtle at all.”

“Neither are you, Ed. But you sure are still stupid.”

“That’s it, I’m leaving without you.”

“Hey, come on, I was joking!”

“Dumbass.”

“Look who’s talking.” Ed playfully shoves Al aside, his younger brother giggling.

“Let’s go already or we’re gonna be late!”

“Okay, I’m going!” Al grabs his things while Ed pretends to lock the door.

Before the two leave, Ed takes a look inside, finding the yellow flowers illuminated by the sun in the neutral-colored apartment.

He smiles and blushes.

#fullmetal alchemist #fma 03 #edward elric #fma noah #ednoah #alphonse elric #conqueror of shamballa #fanfiction #writing #racism mention tw #death mention tw

[what-ever-happened-to-chip]

Lanas day continued

We reached Yunas room and Gray was not in there.

“Where the fuck is Gray?” Joni announced

"I don’t know haven’t seen the fucker”

“Thank you Aiden!” I had assumed she would leave with that but she walked over and made herself a refreshment and found herself a place on the couch to sit.

I wondered if her and Gray had sex. I am pretty sure they don’t even though Grays smugness he seems to try to get people to think they do. She's with Noah anyhow I am pretty sure. Do they have sex? I have heard Jonis not the sexual type. Unsure if that's from her childhood or what. It spooks me out knowing so many people's intimate life stories. Yet Harry seems to get some sick pleasure of making sure everyone knows everyone else's past tragedies. I remember when they had to put me in the “worst life” contest I was disturbed them arguing about if getting raped or parents dying is worse. How can you even compare it? Spooky. Anyhow the room was popping from just a glance I noticed Aiden was here seemingly blazed outta his mind. Yuna by his side in a similar boat and camping with the pipe. Didn’t see Marcus but noticed his coat so he probably was here earlier, maybe he’ll come back. Natsu and Adam sat on the couch thumb wrestling loudly and Rikku sat in corner coloring in a colouring book.

Yuna definitely made her room welcoming and cozy for a large amount of people. She had two couches, 3 chairs, along with her bed for places to sit. Her table had on it numerous apparatus for smoking weed, plus a giant jar of weed next to it, a hookah, a cigar box filled with cigarettes and even another box filled with heroin paraphernalia for her other friends. She herself didn’t use, but she liked keeping it around for her friends. Our sin savior really was a saint.

She smiled warmly at me and busied herself asking if I needed anything and pulling out a chair for me.

“No I am good, thanks Yuna.”  I smiled. Yes, these were my people. Needed to reset after what I just went thru with Jenn. Should I mention to Aiden he probably was going to come home to an angry girlfriend? Nah best he finds out for himself and I leave myself out of it.

Aiden began busying himself making up a hit for him and Joni who yelled at him to make her one. I looked away. Even though I had seen people shooting up on multiple occasions it still made me feel a little weird watching it. I heard Joni swearing about missing her vein.

“Aidennn find a vein for meeee” She whined.

“What are you gonna do for me?’

“Please I’lll get Noah to suck your dick”

Aiden scoffed at this but proceeded to hook her up. He was incredible at finding veins I once saw him find one between his toes to use.

“Shit this stuff isn’t as good as Grays, where the fuck is he?” Joni said this while nodding. The junk could be 1% actual dope and 99% chocobo shit and she still would shoot it up.

“Well go find fucking Gray then.” Aiden made himself comfy leaning against Yuna for support. I wonder how Jenn would feel seeing this. Maybe that's why she doesn’t come around. I wanted to bring up the jealousy thing but was waiting for Marcus. Also probably better to do it with Aiden not in the room.

“THUMB WRESTLER CHAMPION OF THE WORLD FUCK YEA BITCHES.” Natsu got up and made a lap around the room. Accidentally kicking Rikkus shoe on his way around

“YOU STUPID FUCK WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING!!” Rikku got up and pushed Natsu who proceeded to fall over the table and knock many things over in the process. Yuna gently moved Aiden to a pillow then rushed to help him up and began cleaning up the mess. I got up to help her out and almost jumped out of my clothes, noticing christian in the corner. Was he here the whole time and I missed him? He’s so strange sometimes when I am in the dark in my room I swear to god he’s breathing in the corner.

Chrisitan smiled his creepy smile and spoke to me “Hm just sensing my presence?”

I thought he had to touch people to read their minds. I hope I am right on that.

“Yea sorry didn't see ya before”

He smiled knowingly at me and lurked back in his corner. I swear to god the corner go darker when he moved back in it.

“Nobody notices your ugly ass mug” Aiden flashed his raised lip smirk at Christian then stared at me. “Wait what the fuck are you doing in here get the fuck out I don’t need your dumb fuck self around right now.”

“When shall I return?’

“3:14 A.M now fuck off”

Christian lurked out of the room giving me strange smile on the way out. The guy gave me goosebumps.

Aiden seemed to notice I walked in now “Where have you been? You look weird”

Fuck is my uneasieness showing? Play it cool Lana. “umm I was-”

“We were hanging with Jenn ! Why don’t you bring her around more Aiden? She’s soooo much fun!” Joni giggled and lurked around looking for fresh booze.

Aiden stared at her not seeming to know if she was joking or not. For being as sarcastic as he is, he seems to have difficulty picking it up himself.

“Why were you with Jenn?” Oh shit his paranoia seemed to be coming out.

I quickly spoke before Joni could fuck it up “I was looking for some mascara and I assumined she had some. We just hung out a bit.”

“She kicked us out, she just freaked out, out of nowhere.” Joni either forgot about the cigarette dropping or didn’t feel that was relevant to Jenn freaking out.

“Oh no is she alright?” Yuna looked at us with real concern. I wonder if she knows Jenn’s feelings towards her. Not that it would change her concern. She still worries over Axel. The flaming fuck of a person who not even sure why they still keep him around.

“Oh yeah she's fine, she just got upset over her pants.”

Aiden seemed to cool off after this, I assume she freaked out over her clothes a lot so he didn’t need to venture into why she freaked out. Their relationship has always been a curiosity to me. How the hell did those two end up? It would be like if I got with Thomas, or worse Harry.

Marcus meandered in with Buddy and retook his chair with his jacket. Before this though he walked up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I grew so giddy inside. Marcus rarely showed physical affection to me in public. Butterflies swam around in my stomach.

I wanted to be with Marcus so bad, pathetically so. We kinda were in ways like we had sex regularly enough. I knew he cared about me too but dating just wasn’t his style. At least to me since I knew he had a girlfriend named Lisa for quite some time. He had various reasons why we weren’t boyfriend/girlfriend. Generally being about his camp and it not being a suitable place to date. But its like we are gonna at this camp literally forever and we didn;t age or die so couldn’t even escape it in that way. We had in past had some people as they put it “actually die” but we always had to go on a mission then to do something weird like get a stone or a potion or something and then they were brought back. So yea previous point confirmed, couldn’t actually die. I also suspected he liked to keep himself available for any other girl he wanted to have sex with. That I would be okay with, I can do an open relationship I like sex as much as the next guy. It just sucks and so confusing. Some days he’s all loving and super into me. Then other days its like he’s meeting me for the first time. For today thought it seems like the former, which perks my day up.

“Bro Marcus guess whose the thumb wrestler champion?”

“Wild guess, you? Perhaps?”

“Yea bro its me, wanna challenge the pro?”

“Mmmm perhaps after I have trained up. Wouldn’t want to give you such an inadequate fight.”

“Aight brah! I gonna remember this and then “ Natsu blew on both thumbs then proceeded to double thumbs up “Its on!!!”

“Take on the thumb it get you numb. Fight with all your might but Natsu’s know shiatsu and them thumbs leave ya a bum” Adam rapped

“BROOOOO that was fuckin tight !! Gimme 5!” Natsu and Adam did a minute long handshake that they musta had to have rehearsed at least 100 times.

“Aww my dear Lana where have you been I was looking for you.”

“I was hanging with Jenn.” oh right I was hanging with Jenn! I have to tell him the findings.

Still gotta wait for Aiden to leave though, damn. I decided to try to speed that up. “Idk maybe you should check on Jenn she did seem pretty upset.”

He scowled at me and I was terrified he was gonna flip out.

“Dude I go check on her, she likes me” Natsu stated this with so much conviction for a second I believed him

“You stay the fuck away from her.” I think if Aiden wasn’t so high he woulda been a lot more scary at this point.

“Nah bro you sit tight me and Adam got this come on bro.” They got up rather quickly and huddled out of the room. Aiden at this sighed grabbed his gear and followed them out.

“Damn white people be actin crazy all day” Buddy began rolling himself a blunt and shakin his head muttering about white folks. We didn’t really notice skin colour in Spira, it was just race of Al Bhed but here they seem to hate black people. I feel bad for Buddy in both worlds he’s looked down on. I guess apartly after Yuna saved the world, Al Bheds gotta get a lot more involved in shit. I missed that though, didn’t get to benefit from the perks of sin being gone.

Joni rolled herself outta the bed and muttered about finding Gray and also departed the room.

Marcus turned himself towards me “So you were with Jenn? No wonder I couldn’t find you I would not have assumed you two would be together.”

“Well I went in there to kinda see what Jenn was all about.”

“Wait Lana shut up I am calling Jesse, I know he’ll wanna hear about this.” Rikku took out her phone and loudly yelled into it “JESSE GET THE FUCK IN YUNAS ROOM WE TALKING SHIT ON JENN.”

“I wouldn’t say we talking shit on Je--”

“Lana shut up you know its gossip and you know theres only shit to talk about with her. She suckssss so bad.”

Jesse entered surprisingly fast. “YO YO bitches whats the 404?”

“Whats 404.” Rikku asked while pulling her skirt up some before pushing Jesse on a chair and planting her ass right on his dick. Smiling mischievously while doing so and winking at him.

“Ya know hot gos, ins and outs, whats the fad”

“hee hee your so funny.” She then proceeded to intensely make out with him

“So Lana relay your information to us” Marcus smiled and patted the chair next to his

I moved into it and he pulled it closer to his to place his hand on my thigh. Fuck I loved it

“Okay well me and Joni were in there, well first Gray but he left and Joni was in there looking for Gray but well anyhow Yuna got brought up and she seems like shes like jealous of Yuna.”

Rikku peeled her face off Jesses at this “OMG no way thats so funny and like she probably totally is cause shes such a cunt and Yunies the bestest!”

Buddy laughed slapping his knee while doing so “Man dat girl don’t got no sense to her.”

“I feel Jenn probably sees some threat in our dear Yuna here, yet if she would really grasp who Yuna is, she would realize that everything is in order.” Marcus proclaimed. His hand was rubbing back and forth up my thigh.

Yuna looked quite flustered at all this and grabbed the blunt from Buddy to take a surprising large hit for her frame. Exhaling with ease and no coughing. Impressive.

Sighing she sat in the bed “I don’t understand why she would be jealous of me, shes so beautiful and wonderful and a fantastic artist I just don’t see it.”

“Yunie shes jealous your gonna fuck Aiden !”

Yuna blushed and looked down “Oh I didn’t realize she felt that way.”

“Damn she should be jealous if that boy had any brains he should get with you, your a steal girlie.” Buddy pinched her shoulders a little and Yuna laid her head on his.

“Oh Buddy your the best friend a girl could have!”

“Seriously though Jenns a-” Jesse looked both ways dramatically for effect then hollered “A BIIITTCHHHH”

Rikku laughed her bimbo laugh she used specifically when flirting with dudes “Shes more like a class A cunt with a pretty face, I hate her.”

Rikkus bitcheness was impressively callous.

“I wouldn’t call her that, I would say she is more ,perhaps, confused. A confused girl in a hard world she hasn’t fully come to grasp.”

Passing outside the door I noticed Gray and Marcus called out to him

“Oh there you are Gray, please come join us. Lana’s observations have led us to discuss, why Jenn has a special hatred for our dear Yuna here.”

Gray looked in on us. He looked like he had seen a ghost. He looked like shit

----then to your story----

[nerdforestgirl]

Note: Some months ago, I went to Disneyland for my birthday because I’m an adult.  Anyway, at the time, someone mentioned that I should think about something with Shamy and the kids at Disneyland.  It wasn’t a real prompt, but I guess it got stuck in my head because I wrote that thing.

“Maybe we should have brought Lee,” Amy suggested as they made their way into Disneyland.

“You and I both agreed that he is too little for this,” Sheldon reminded her.  Then he pulled Ally down from his shoulders so that they could each walk in in line when they got up to the queue to enter the park proper.

“Aunt Amy, can we go on Space Mountain?  Mommy and Daddy took me on it last year and it was my favorite,” Noah asked his aunt.

“I'm sure we can. It's one of your Uncle Sheldon's favorites too as long as he hasn't had a churro,” Amy told him.  She was mostly just teasing Sheldon, but he nodded in agreement.  Now that he was in his 40s he was well aware of his limits.

“Maybe we should go there first.  How about you, Little One?  Do you have any rides that you want to go on?” Sheldon asked his daughter.

Ally shrugged.  She was excited at the idea of a day at Disneyland, but she didn't know anything about it.  At four and a half (in fact, today was her half birthday, so it was deserving of the trip), this was her first trip here.  Noah had told her all about it after his trip when Leonard and Penny finally broke down and brought him, but she had no experience to make any decisions.  In fact, she had no idea that they were even coming here today until her daddy and mama drove up to the parking lot and Noah yelled in excitement.

“Anything you want, Ally,” Amy offered her daughter.

Ally just shrugged again.  When she wanted to do something, she would tell her parents. For now she just wanted to be carried by her daddy again, so once they were through the line and into the park, she asked Sheldon to pick her up again.  He put her back on his shoulders and Ally loved being up so high to see everything.

“Mickey Mouse,” Ally shouted and pointed to a line filled with children waiting to meet the big mouse himself.

“Do you want to meet him?” Amy asked.

“He's a cartoon character.  That's not the real Mickey,” Ally commented.

Sheldon thought about pointing out the logical fallacy in that comment, but instead he just smiled.  She was so bright, but she was also just a child. He loved that she thought cartoons were real.

“Will you still go over there and give him a hug?  I want a photo of the two of you with Mickey, and I know that he will pass anything you say along to the real Mickey,” Amy asked her daughter.

“Really?” Ally asked in awe.  She couldn't believe that this Mickey knew the real Mickey.  She ordered Daddy to get right in line.  Of course he did, and he held Noah's hand while Amy messed with the camera to get a photo.

“Let me down,” Ally asked when they were next.  Sheldon helped her down, and when it was Ally and Noah's turn, he urged them forward.  Ally was suddenly nervous, so she looked to Sheldon.  Even after four and a half years of fatherhood, Sheldon wasn't used to being the strong one.  Still, he took both kids hands and went over with them.  He even hugged Mickey first to show them that it was okay.

“You know the real Mickey, right?” Ally checked, and when the person in the costume nodded, she asked them to lean down so that she could whisper something in the costume's oversized ear.  The character covered his mouth and nodded again to Ally.

“Okay.  Can you all group together for me?” Amy asked them.  “You too, Sheldon,” she said when he was trying to jump out of the photo.  He returned for the photo, but left the kids to get one with just them and Mickey too.

“What did you tell Mickey?” Amy asked.

“It's a secret,” Ally told her mother mysteriously.

Amy thought that was strange, but she didn't ask any follow up questions.  Instead, she and Sheldon and the kids went on to go to Space Mountain.  The line was already getting long, so they chose to get Fastpasses and come back later and ride at an allotted time with a shorter line.

“Okay, Little One.  What looks good to you?” Sheldon leaned down to ask his daughter.

Ally just shrugged again.

“How about you, Mama?” Sheldon asked Amy.

“Pirates of the Caribbean is my favorite,” Amy offered.

“Pirates it is,” Sheldon said.  Since it was a little bit of a walk over there, he put Ally back on his shoulders for the trek.  Amy kept Noah's hand in hers as they walked all the way over to New Orleans Square to ride the ride.

“This line is a million people long.  What if we don't make it back in time for Space Mountain?” Noah complained.

“First, there are probably only a hundred people in this line.  Second, this ride can accommodate two thousand people per hour.  It will go by much faster than you think it will,” Sheldon promised his godson.

Noah still looked a little pouty, but he just kicked at the ground for a little bit. Then he realized that the line was moving too quickly for him to really get too annoyed.  It was still a line, so it wasn't fun, but he managed.

“It's dark in here,” Ally said as she snuggled next to her daddy after the climbed onto the boat.  She didn't like how scary it looked as they watched the fake fireflies glow and the old man in the rocking chair.

“It's okay, Little One,” Sheldon promised as he put his arm around her and pulled her close, but Ally grabbed Noah's hand too.  Then Ally heard a little scream come from somewhere ahead.  She pressed her face into her father's side and let out a little squeak.

“It drops like a slide, Al,” Noah whispered loudly right in Ally's ear.  “It's fun.”

Ally was shaking when they got to the drop, but she let out a delighted giggle after the boat righted itself after the drop.  “Daddy, I want to do this one again,” she told him.

“Sure.  We can come back after we go to Space Mountain,” he promised.  He looked over to Amy and she smiled at him in return before ruffling Noah's hair.

When they got off of the ride, they wandered back to Tomorrowland to ride Space Mountain.  Of course, both Ally and Noah wanted a snack along the way, so they paid way too much for water and popcorn.  Knowing where they were headed next, Sheldon abstained.  Then they got in line for Space Mountain.

“This looks scary, Mama,” Ally said as she gripped her mother's hand.

“It's the most fun thing ever,” Noah informed his friend excitedly.

Ally wasn't sure she believed Noah, and she was crying by the time they got to the front of the line.

“Would sitting with Daddy help?” Amy asked.  She knew that Ally believed her father was the strongest person imaginable.  Amy thought that was hilarious because Sheldon was still a huge nerd, but she never discouraged Ally's view of Sheldon.

“No.  I don't wanna go,” Ally said emphatically.

“Okay.  You don't have to.  I'll wait with you and then when Daddy and Noah get back they'll let me ride while you wait with them,” Amy told her.  She knew that most of these rides had policies that allowed her to wait with her daughter and then take the next turn.

“You're all going to go?” Ally asked.

“Yeah, but you don't have to.  It's okay,” Amy explained.

“No.  I'm gonna go,” Ally decided.  “But I get to sit with Daddy,” she added with a little quiver in her voice.  Amy and Sheldon switched children, and they got on the ride after a cast member checked to make sure that Ally was tall enough.

Sheldon let Ally squeeze his hand as they started up the ride.  Well, she squeezed his hand the whole time, but she made it through.

“Wow.  That was the most funnest ride ever!” Ally shouted when they got off.

“Most fun. Funnest isn't a word,” Sheldon corrected.

When they left, he found the photo taken of them at the end of the roller coaster.  His daughter's eyes were closed tight in fear, and he laughed at the photo.  Then he snapped a picture with his phone to show Leonard and Penny later.  Noah was clearly screaming his head off in the seat in front of his, and Amy had her hands up in the air.

“Can we come back and ride this one again too?” Ally asked.

“Maybe.  We'll see,” Sheldon told her.

They went to a few more rides like the Tea Cups and the carousel.  Then they got some Dole Whip and watched The Enchanted Tiki Room show before finding themselves at The Haunted Mansion.  The line was short, so they decided to ride that one next.

“I'm scared,” Ally told her parents again when they got inside.  Outside, it was clean and pretty, but inside seemed darker and scary.  Plus it was haunted.  She shivered a little in the warm Southern California air.

“Miss Allison,” Amy addressed her daughter formally.

“Yes, Mama,” Ally returned.

“Remember what you said before we went on Pirates of the Caribbean?”

“I was scared.”

“Yep.  But you said it was fun when we got off, right?  And you said the same thing before Space Mountain too, right?  Then you said it was, if I remember correctly 'the most funnest ride ever'?”

“Yeah,” Ally agreed.

“Maybe if you're very brave and ride this one, you'll think it's fun too,” Amy explained.

“But there are ghosts,” Ally pointed out.

Amy smiled and took her daughter up in her arms.  The girl was getting big, but Amy kissed her on her head.  “Ghosts aren't real, and your daddy and I would never take you anywhere where there is real danger.  We love you and we want you to be safe, okay, Little One?”  Amy used Sheldon's old nickname for their daughter even though she hadn't in a long time.  It seemed antiquated for a person who had her own feelings and experiences, but Ally would always be their little one.

“Okay.  Can I ride with you on this one?” Ally asked her mother.  Mama was the more logical one, so it was probably a good idea to stick with her on this ride.

“Of course.  I'd love that,” Amy said before she kissed her daughter one more time and put her back down.

Ally was scared when they went in the room with the stretching portraits, but she giggled at the picture that stretched to reveal a man wearing funny boxer shorts instead of pants.  She liked that every time this ride seemed too scary, it was also a little bit funny.  Plus Mama was good at holding her close the whole time.

“I liked that one too, but it wasn't my favorite.  Too spooky,” Ally reviewed as they left.

“I agree,” Sheldon said.

The four of them went to get some more junk food before riding more rides.  Sometimes Ally got scared by them, but then she remembered what Mama said about her and Daddy not doing anything that would really put them in danger.  She also thought that being a little scared was actually part of the fun.

“Can we come back tomorrow?” Ally asked sleepily from her carseat in the back of Amy's car as they drove away at the end of the day.  Noah was already asleep and had to be carried back to the car by Sheldon.  So much for him being the old hand at this whole Disneyland thing.

“Not tomorrow, Ally, but we'll come back another time.  We'll bring your brother and you can show him that there's nothing to be afraid of,” Amy told her as they drove away.

“Yeah.  Only babies are afraid,” Ally muttered, but she couldn't stay awake long enough to see her mother's eye roll.

#NFG fan fiction #here are 2000 words about my favorite not real people at my favorite real place