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russellsppttemplates · 8 months

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One step at a time (Charles Leclerc)

A scare pushes your family even closer and, fortunately, it all turns well

Note: english is not my first language. I've had these requests in my inbox for a really long time, and I've debated on if and how I should write them, because it is a sensitive topic that I feel huge respect about and I hope I have written it in a respectful way. In a way, this is based in stories I've heard, so I hope it is a good depiction as I'm not a doctor nor someone who has experienced this.

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: depicts a potential pregnancy loss for the reader (mentions pain, cramping, anxiety, blood, hospitals)

"Do you have his bag, Charles?", you asked your husband, looking around Hervé's room for his cardigan, "yes, I have it here!", he said back to you from the kitchen. Charles had a full afternoon with meetings and you happened to be needed presently at your office just the day that Hervé's pre-school had an unexpected problem with the electricity and that they wouldn't be able to keep the kids for today. Luckily, Pascale had the day off from her salon, so it was only a couple of minutes of you and Charles running around like headless chickens before you realised the small issue had a solution.

"Ready to go to grand-mère, my love?", you called for your son, helping him put the soft piece on before he grabbed his backpack, "have a good day, buddy! Give grand-mère a big kiss for me, okay?", Charles noted, kissing the top of his son's head and getting up to face you, "and you too, amour, have a good day", he kisser your lips.

Grabbing your bag and Hervé's hand, you saw Charles bend down to face your bump, "and you, little one, I hope you have a good day too, no messing around, okay?", he gently caressed your small baby bump. To anyone else, you probably looked bloated, but Charles couldn't help himself anytime he was near you. After all, you were once again making one of his dreams come true and he wanted to love on you as much as he could, especially when this time around, morning sickness was more of an all day thing.

"Have a good day too, handsome. I'll see you later!", you headed out of the door first, helping your son into his car seat before safely strapping him in and getting on the driver's seat.

Arriving at Pascale's, you knocked on her door and she quickly answered it, "hello, mon petit! Are we going to have a big adventure today?", she laughed at her grandson's excitement upon seeing her, "again, thank you so much, Pascale, you're our saviour", you thanked, kissing her cheek as you bid them goodbye, "be good for grand-mère, okay my love?", you ruffled Hervé's hair, kissing his forehead and helping him inside, "Can we bake a cake?", he asked his grandmother, "That's a lovely idea! To the kitchen we go! Have a good day, chérie!", she yelled, closing the door quickly with one hand as her other hand was being pulled to the kitchen.

The workload for the day wasn't a lot compared to most days, and the morning meetings had been quite okay, and for what felt like after a really long time, you had been able to keep your food down despite the cramps you felt. After all, food barely got that far on your system, so much so that your body was unsure of what to do.

The afternoon meeting was going at a slower pace because the matters in discussion required it, "but I think this would be better for all the patients that work until five. I won't the the one for all of those appointments, and maybe I can't assure the ones until eight or nine o'clock at night, but I know Emilia prefers the later hours", you turned to her, "yes, for me personally it's easier if I get here later and leave later, my daughter's school is flexible, and my wife can pick her up", she reasoned, "so, like this, we can get to more people", one of your other colleagues smiled, writing down the ideas so you could close another topic.

You adjusted your position on the chair, hoping to find one more comfortable when you felt something on your underwear, "did you just pee yourself, Y/N?", you mumbled to yourself, excusing yourself from the meeting so you could go to the bathroom.

Reaching the stall, you untucked your shirt from your pants and pulled them down, underwear included to see a red stain. That was not good, you thought, seeing that it wasn't some small skin knick from the elasticated fabric.

Trying to stay as calm as you could, you called for Emilia, "what's up? Do you need me to unfasten your bra again? I told you your boobs grew at least two cup size- oh", she stopped as soon as she saw your trembling lip, "what's wrong?", she wondered, "I'm bleeding, it's not a lot, but I don't think this is the spotting they say. Can you take me to the hospital, please?", you murmured, accepting her hand as she helped you out of the bathroom.

"You guys carry on with the meeting, okay? I need to take Y/N to the hospital to get checked out", Emilia announced to the room, receiving a million and one questions, "let us know if you need enything, okay?", Nora, one of your older colleagues said. Unlike the most of the team, Nora was already a grandmother and almost like a mother to everyone who worked with you, and she had been the one to tell you to take a pregnancy test, and now, to catch on what was happening, "Y/N", she called for you, seeing your scared face, "everything is going to be alright, yes? You're one of the strongest women I've ever met. I know its difficult, but try not to think the worst, okay. We love you and we are here for you", she smiled reassuringly, kissing your forehead.

Seeing Emilia leave the meeting room with your phone and wallet, "I have your documentation and your phone here, let's go", she calmly said, not wanting to add to the turmoil of emotions you were already feeling.

"I'll ruin your seats", you thought out loud once you got to her car, "here! Let me put this down", Emilia thought fast, grabbing what looked like her daughter's towell, "Laura said that she doesn't like it anyway", she tried to get your mind off and distract you as you sat down and she started driving, "claims it's not sparkly enough and it doesn't match her personality. Can you believe that? A towell doesn't match the personality of a five year old!", she smiled apologetically, "are you in pain?", she questioned, "just cramps, but very small ones, they're barely there if I don't pay attention honestly", you breathed out, "it's two minutes to the hospital", she checked.

Arriving at the hospital, the emergency room was packed and you looked around in a fret, knowing that it would be a while for someone to get to you. Emilia saw someone in scrubs and that was enough for her, "sorry, excuse us, doctor! My friend here is bleeding", she yelled through the room, hoping to catch his attention, "I feel it down my pants", you gulped as the effort you had been putting on not crying long gone as tears fell on your cheeks, "I'm a nurse, let me", he encouraged you as he bent down to carry you, placing one arm under your knees and one around your back as he walked as quickly as he could into the corridor, "pregnant woman, early thirties, bleeding in what could be a potential miscarriage!", he yelled, grabbing the attention of some of his colleagues as they took a good look at your situation, one of them grabbing a wheel chair and approaching you, "Hi, we are going to take care of you two, okay? I just need your ID", she soflty said as Emilia handed it to her, "now let's go and see what is happening here", the male nurse wheeled you to the room where they kept the emergency ultrasound, "there's a lot of blood", you mentioned, not enjoying the silence despite the rush around you, "Hi, Y/N, let's see, okay? Yu know this could be a-", the doctor who had just arrived began, "A miscarriage, I know, I- I can feel that I'm bleeding a lot", you whispered, "I'm going to examine you now", she informed, working up the machine and looking at the screen, "Oh, here they are", she pointed to the screen, urging one of the nurses to use the cardiac monitor so you could hear the baby's heartbeat, "this is your baby's heartbeat, Y/N. Your baby is here", she showed you. And it triggered you to cry a little bit more, looking at Emilia as she squeezed your hand.

"Still,", the doctor noted, cleaning up the device before she made room so the nurses would help with the rest, "this could mean two things: you could've had a placental abruption, and they tend to solve on their own with bed rest, but it could also be the start of a miscarriage. Medically, we can't tell them apart until it happens, there's no medication we can give you that can help, so I'd like to keep you for observation", she stated, earning your nod as you felt the nurses help you into a clean wheelchair, ready to take you up to a room.

After cleaning and freshening up as you could, you looked at the clock and gathered that it was time to call Charles, "I've texted the team to let them know how you were doing already", Emilia said as she handed you your phone, "thanks", you mumbled, taking a deep breath before hitting the call icon so you could speak to your husband, knowing his meeting was finished by now, "Hello, amour. I was just about to call you and ask if you wanted me to pick up Hervé", your husband said on the other end of the line, "Hi, actually, you might want to put that off. When I was at work, I noticed I was bleeding in my underwear, so Emilia took me to the hospital and they're keeping me for observation. But I heard the baby's heartbeat", you said all in one go, "are you feeling good?", you heard the strained tone of Charles' voice, "yes, but, I want you here", you gulped, "I'm on my way, mon amour. I love you, okay? I'll be there in a bit", Charles said before he dialed off the call.

"I'll be here until Charles gets here", Emilia pointed as she felt you were about to brush off the whole situation and tell her to go home, "besides, Laura would probably tell me that her backpack doesn't match her personality and, quite frankly, the day is not calling for it", she attempted to make you smile, smiling too when the corners of your lips lifted a little.

You must've have fallen asleep because you woke up with Charles' lips kissing your forehead, "hey", he called gently, "I'm already going, Y/N. I hope everything works out well", Emilia smiled as she blew you kiss, closing the door behind her.

Charles pulled the chair as close to your bed as possible, sitting down and holding your hand in his, "hi", you murmured, unsure of how to begin the conversation, "I'm glad you're here".

Your husband was quick however, "of course, my love. I texted my mum and she said she doesn't mind having Hervé spend a few days with her", he began, "and how are you feeling? What happened?", he asked gently.

You were explaining what happened, from the moment you left the meeting until the doctor examined when you heard a knock on the door, the nurse and doctor that had checked you in asking if they could check on you.

"This is Charles, my husband", you introduced, seeing him shake their hands, "thank you so much for what you've done while I wasn't here", he thanked them, waiting for them to continue and explain what had happened to you so he too could hear it.

"So now we just wait?", he questioned, "yes, unfortunately we don't have any other way to deal with this situation other than bed rest", she explained, "from the scans we did earlier, it seems like it's not a big situation, but I understand your worries and doubts. This is a worrisome situation, but we are doing everything we can to make sure your baby stays safe in your uterus", she smiled, looking at the CTG machine, "your baby looks comfortable, and their heartbeat is good, very strong", she allowed you to hear the sound, knowing it usually calms the parents a little bit to hear the noise, "the bleeding seems to have stopped to", the nurse conforted, too.

Your doctor was paged for an emergency, leaving you with the nurse that had initially helped you, "I wanted to thank you for what you did to my wife, I really appreciate it", Charles said, "my wife and I also had a scare like this, so I know how it is to be on the other side. Now we have a three year old boy that resembles a storm everywhere he goes. Just take this one step at a time. By the looks of it, you should be going home tomorrow", he said, "I'm sure it will be a little better to be at home rather than here", he excused himself.

After one last check-up, your doctor didn't see the need to keep you at the hospital since things were looking up, prescribing you bed rest for the foreseeable weeks.

"Here, amour, are you comfortable like this?", he asked, arranging the pillows on the sofa, "I am, thank you", you whispered, kissing his cheek when he sat next to you, "one step at a time, okay?", you reassured, "is your mother still bringing Hervé? Or do you need to go and pick him up?", you wondered.

"Mum texted me saying she would leave in a few minutes, so any minute now", he smiled, "I've sent an email to the team, and now that there's a break, they need me a little less so hopefully I'm home more often than I am not", Charles explained, hearing a knock on the door, "must be them".

Hervé was quick to run to greet you on the sofa, "Grand-mère said you were not feeling good, mama. Can I give you a kiss?", he asked, bring weary of approaching you, "it's okay, mon ange, I'm okay. You can sit here next to me", you smiled, opening your arms so he could cuddle your side, "I told him he needed to be careful now and that he should be even more well behaved now so he could help mama get better and help papa, too", Pascale added, approaching you and kissing your forehead lovingly, "all will be well, chérie", she whispered, leaving you three.

"Mama, I made you a drawing", Hervé announced, grabbing the sheet of paper from his backpack and showing it, "it's a sun, some clouds and a rainbow. Because even when it rains, sometimes you see a rainbow", he announced happily, "That's right, my love", you cheered, feeling Charles sit next to you on the sofa, "I have you boys with me, there is no rain that is going to bring any harm", you expressed your gratitude, feeling Charles embrace you both while Hervé picked out a movie for you to watch.

Hervé walked hand in hand with his gradmother after she picked him up from pre-school, "I'm going to see my mama and my sister," he announced to anyone that they crossed on the hospital corridor, his big brother badge earning many smiles and compliments on the labour ward, "mama and papa are in that room there, but do you remember what I told you, mon petit?", Pascalr asked softly, earning a nod, "mama needs to rest, and I have to be careful with her tummy because that is where Amélie came from", he said, "And your voice?", she smiled, "quiet voice", he nodded before she knocked on the door, Charles coming to open it and greet his eldest and his mother.

Hervé curiously looked around, taking everything in and seeing you on the bed with your daughter sleeping on your chest, "Mama", he whispered, approaching you.

Charles helped him up to sit on the bed next to you without hurting you before greeting his mother, thanking her for looking after the little boy, "Hey mon petit, how are you?", you brushed his soft hair with your fingers, not receiving an answer as he was mesmerised with the little baby on your chest, "can I touch her cheek?", he asked, his little hand stretching, "of course, mon ange", you urged, seeing Charles and Pascale sit on the sofa by the window.

"Her skin is so soft", he noted, earning chuckles from everyone, "it is, very soft", Charles agreed as he watched Hervé completely mesmerised with his sister, "is she going to join us when me and papa go see the karts?", "when she's older, yes. For now we'll stick to laying on us, letting her sleep and some tummy time later".

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imtryingbuck · 1 month

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Epilogue

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.

Word count: 1,042

Warnings: angst, heavy use of pet names. fluff. swearing.

A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.

A/N: The love and support throughout this series has been incredible! Thank you to each and every one of you, you’re amazing💞

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A few years after her parents passing away the family were back in the church saying their goodbyes to their uncles and aunts, one by one.

On Georgia’s eighteenth birthday Y/n gave her the metal tin containing the wooden animal toys Grace had given her when she was a child. Georgia though eighteen loved them. Loved the fact that she had something of Y/n’s when she was child.

Now that Natalia had turned eighteen Georgia handed her the metal tin, telling her the same thing Y/n had told her.

Natalia smiling at the thought of handing it down to her daughter that was still growing in her stomach, knowing one day that she’ll be passing it down to her daughter and she’ll continue the tradition.

In the years that followed Georgia had expanded the number of buildings of Grace and Bunny’s Haven, each building having a memorial plaque dedicated to her grandmother she never met, her mom and dad. And even after all the years that passed without her parents being there, people would put flowers in front of the plaque, Georgia even caught a few people saying thank you to Y/n for giving them their freedom back.

“Georgia, come on we’re going to be late” Sammy says from the doorway, looking at his sister as she gets up from her seat.

“Just give me a second, just need to put this folder away”

“New people?”

“Yeah, Billy said they’d be here next week.”

Sammy nods and takes her bag for her, holding the door open they make their way outside where a sleek black car awaits them. Opening the car door for her he mumbles under his breath about how it wouldn’t kill her to say thank you which she sticks her tongue out at him.

Throughout the car ride Georgia’s knee starts to bounce up and down, going over her speech in her head she flinches slightly when she feels Sammy take her hand in his, squeezing lightly.

“It’s going to be fine”

“I hope so”

As the car pulls up to the gate Sammy shakes Georgia’s hand to gain her attention she looks up and gasps. The turn out was bigger than they expected.

Today was the unveiling of the bronze statue of Y/n and Grace hand in hand, Georgia had found a photo of her mom and grandmother when she was cleaning out her childhood home with her brothers, she spoke with her brothers about getting a sculpture to make a statue. It had taken a few years to do it, the sculpture told them that he wanted to take his time as it was a personal project. Georgia’s eyes widened when he told her his name, told her that Y/n had taken him, his sister and dad in. Robbie.

The statue stood tall and proudly with a large cloth covering it in front of the administration building.

“Thank you to all those that came out today, it truly means the world to me and my family. Today we mark twenty years since my parents passed away, and two days ago we celebrated forty five years of Grace and Bunny’s Haven opening, and today we are here to unveil the statue dedicated to my beautiful mom and grandmother who are the whole reason why there are now twenty seven havens darted around not only America but in other countries. My mom had a dream of creating a safe place, a sanctuary for those who were in need, my brothers and I have continued to expand her dream. Our children and now grandchildren are following in our footsteps.”

Georgia pauses when a round of applause begins. “Robbie here has created the statue we are here to unveil today, he didn’t tell me until afterwards that he was here when he was a child with his sister and father, I remembered him remembered running around playing tag with him and the other children, and I remember him being the master of hide and seek” again she pauses as everyone laughs.

“Before the rain comes and ruins our day, boys come on” Jamie, Stevie and Sammy move forward to stand next to Georgia, Natalia starts to a countdown that everyone joins in with, when they get to one the proud children of Y/n and Bucky pull down the cloth, revealing the perfect bronze statue of their mom as a child and their grandmother who they had never met but heard stories about.

The statue stood tall and proudly. Georgia couldn’t take her eyes off it no matter how hard she tried. Well no one could really.

It was beautiful.

“Thank you Robbie, thank you for everyone who came out today, thank you for your donations and support it means the world to us. There are some refreshments available inside, please enjoy the day. Thank you”

After having photos taken by a local photographer who worked for the newspaper, they all head inside. People sharing stories about being there when they were children, telling them how lucky they were to have been able to come to a place where no judgements were made, lucky that someone took the chance on them and helped them.

“You’re going to catch a cold you know?” Billy says making Georgia jump.

“D-do you think she’s proud of us?”

“Of course she is, so is your dad darling” Wrapping his arms around her he pulls his wife into his side, looking up at the statue of his mother in law he smiles softly.

“They’d be proud of all of us Georgie, I just know it” Jamie speaks as he walks over with his brothers.

All five of them stand in the pouring rain arm in arm staring at the statue. None of them knowing that the figures of Y/n, Bucky, Grace are standing behind them in the same stance as them.

Jamie was right. They were proud of all of their children, proud of their accomplishments, proud to call them their children.

As Georgia, Billy, Jamie, Stevie and Sammy head back inside Y/n and Bucky take one last look of their children and smile at each other before returning back to their family who was waiting on them on the other side, hand in hand.

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bunny-lily · 2 months

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Lift a Pen and Rewrite the Ending

Fluff for our broken fluffed-out hearts Dedicated to @bunny584 because ow. I promised fluff, so I’m delivering fluff

Pairing: Satoru x piano teacher!fem!reader

CW: just some fluff, man. We all need some happy, sappy moments in our lives with our beloved dumbass boy.

You taught piano. Plain, simple, easy. At least, you thought so, before meeting an enigmatic man as your newest student. He played a little too well for a beginner, and seemed a little too familiar.

AN: I chose to post this on my side acc since this one was technically made for the exact purpose of writing JJK fics (same with the Ao3 acc (milk_bunny/chimeric-dreams for that one)). So, cheers to the first fic on this blog!

This was honestly scribbled down in a single sitting between 1-5 am. Please don’t judge any mistakes too harshly, I wanted to post it ASAP and not subject it to my endless course of corrections and re-writing.

This is also very short (lmao 6.7k words) for how my work is normally. Again, I just wanted to get it out as fast as I could ;w;

smol update: this has been (minorly) edited! nothing big, I mostly just went in and fixed up a couple mistakes + summoned my dearly beloved thesaurus. Otherwise, it's basically 98% the same as before!

Music sheets laid scattered around you, annotated in messy scribbles in various colors, fonts, and sizes. A scratched out row of bars here, corrected or adjusted notes there, mindless rambles stuffed into the margins as you tried desperately to figure out which key to put your song into so that it matched the exact tone you were going for.

Not like you were some well renowned artist whose career rode on their sole ability to create magical orchestrations. No, you had barely any presence at all. The videos of your songs you posted on YouTube hardly scratched a couple hundred viewers at most, with the occasional comment from a bot or scammer getting your hopes up, only for them to go crashing back down.

You weren’t some notable figure in the music industry, you were just a white-collar worker that taught piano from your tiny home part-time.

It suited you, you supposed, as bitter as you could feel at times. You were just a normie, a casual passerby who liked having your fingers spring and jump across the keys of your instrument. It was one you inherited from your grandmother. She was the one that taught you how to play when you were little, while your parents were busy working and couldn’t sit and entertain you all day like she could.

She taught you some essentials, too, like how to tune the spinet – ‘It’ll save you big bucks, bunny,’ she insisted – and how to detect even the slightest issue it might have. She was correct about it saving you big bucks.

As shabby as the thing looked, with peeling white paint and floral designs chipping off the sides, the cover scraped to hell and back, and the brassy pedals having long lost their glossy sheen, it was in perfect shape.

In your expert opinion, anyway. You were biased, so what? You had every right to be.

Granny had left the world a while ago, her ashes situated on the short mantel of your tiny fireplace. You lit the candles every day, rested two softly smoking incense sticks on the shallow bowl to catch their cinders, and gave her a swift good-morning before you raced out your door, inevitably arriving at work with only minutes to spare.

In the evenings, you’d teach, then ramble to her about your day, wish her a loving goodnight, and go pass the fuck out. Rinse and repeat, except weekends, where you were teaching all day.

It was tiring, working two jobs like this, especially when some of the kids you taught were insufferable, but music was your passion. At the end of the day, you viewed it as worth every minute spent doing something you loved.

You liked to think she would have been proud of you.

A light tapping sound, a knuckle rapping against the wood of your open front door, caught your attention. It was a warm day, one that was too good to spend with the doors and windows closed. Natural light flooded in, casting the figure standing at the entrance in a brilliant glow that hid their features from you.

You glanced at the clock on the wall to your left, then leapt up from the floor in front of your coffee table, hurriedly and messily stuffing your music sheets into a folder. “Oh, shoot, sorry! I didn’t see the time, I’m so sorry about that. Are you the two o’clock?”

Today was a surprisingly free day for you. You only had one appointment, with a new student, if you remembered correctly. You must have gotten so ingrained in your rapid-fire notations that you lost track of time.

While you weren’t expecting an adult, since the email sounded like it was from a teenager, it wasn’t uncommon. You had students of all varying ages, anyways. It was a nice change, too; you found that adults tended to listen better than children.

A smooth laugh greeted your ears, the sound impossibly pleasant to your ears. “It’s fine,” the man said as he stepped into your home, breaking from the prison of light holding him. His stark-white hair caught you off guard first, followed by his height, and then the round shades resting low on the bridge of his nose. “That’s me.”

Eyes as blue as the most vivid summer sky peered straight through yours and into your soul, his hues almost appearing to shine in the tranquil environment of your living room, without the help of the overhead lamp you had turned off. His lips curled into a sparkling grin, giving him this sort of youthful luminance that had your heart skipping beats.

You swallowed and looked away before his gleaming smile blinded you, striding over to your upright eighty-eight, using it as an excuse to busy yourself and avoid eye contact with him before he made you stop breathing just by fluttering his lashes.

“Come on in,” you responded stiffly, clearing your throat to ease off the tenseness in your muscles. Why were you getting so worked up over him? Sure, he was pretty, but you’d barely spoken two sentences to him. How had he managed to get you in such a tizzy so easily, where your tongue felt tied and your pulse raced in your wrists? “How much do you know about piano?”

“Uhh,” he set down his briefcase against the wall beside your door, slipped off his shoes, and met you next to the instrument. “I know a bit.”

“Alright,” you nodded and patted the bench, then paused to think if it would be too low for him. What intensely long legs. “Do you need me to get a different stool?”

He shook his head, sliding into the seat like it was second nature to him. “Nope, this is just fine.”

“Great,” you smiled at him and tucked your skirt under your hands as you sat down on the other end. “Let’s get started, then! Are you familiar with the different notes?”

His hands took place over the ivories and he slowly pressed each one down as he labeled them. “C, D, E, F, G, A, B, C.”

“Excellent, that’s awesome! You’re already a few steps ahead of other beginners,” you nodded approvingly and retrieved the thin booklet you had laid on top of the upper panel. You opened it and sifted through a few of the jingle options, picking out something a bit more intermediate for him.

It was still simple, but definitely more advanced than nursery rhymes. You found teens and adults had a more enjoyable time learning when they didn’t feel like they were being patronized. Teens especially, fickle little creatures, those ones.

“Let’s start with this one, then,” you said as you set it against the music rack in front of him. “It’s pretty easy, I think you’ll pick it up quickly.”

The piece consisted of quarter-note half steps that ignored the sharp and flat keys for now. You had placed a piece of tape over the tempo indicator, finding that it put your students under too much pressure and made them stumble in their rush to follow the pacing they thought was right when they didn’t know what tempo was to begin with.

The man took a few seconds to study the sheet, then placed his fingers on the corresponding keys and began playing.

He was a bit slow, holding some notes too long and others not long enough, but you were correct in thinking he’d get the hang of it fast. After a few runs, he was playing it decently well, and confidently, too.

“Perfect! I knew you’d get it like that,” you snapped your fingers, then picked up the booklet again, flipping the pages in search of something a little more challenging. You probably wouldn’t find it in a kiddie book like this one, so you placed it down and got up, grabbing a more advanced one from the side table nearby. “What got you wanting to learn how to play?”

“Ah,” he scratched the back of his head. “My dad always wanted me to learn as a kid. I finally caved in, if only to make him stop yapping in my ear during family dinners. I’m just twenty years late to the party.”

You burst into giggles as you returned to your place on the bench, placing the new song you had chosen out for him where the previous one had been. “Not the first time I’ve heard that. You’d be surprised how many later bloomers there are.”

He chuckled along with you. “Well, that’s a relief. Had me fearing I was the only fully grown student you’d see in your life.”

“Far from it,” you shook your head. “I teach a grandfather that wants to play for his grandson at his graduation next year. It’s never too late to learn.”

When you looked up at him, you found him already peering at you with those intensely cerulean irises, his sunglasses folded neatly into the collar of his shirt. You twitched, startled by his stare. He had you locked in his gaze, captivated as he observed you and you observed him.

You noticed with wonder and fascination that his lashes were as milky white as the tresses on his head.

He really was beautiful. Those same lashes were long and soft, brushing his high cheeks whenever he blinked. His lips were plush and pink, seemingly always curled up into a permanent smile regardless of size. Life and boyish playfulness darted in those mesmerizing oases that refused to shake their hold on you, and you wouldn’t wish them to.

They were the breath of fresh air you never knew you were deprived of, the nectar of life that was water to your parched throat, the flickering mirage that came to life before your very being.

You felt drawn to him, inexplicably. There was something so… familiar about him, though you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what. Like you’d seen him before, across the metro platform, or walking into the store you were just leaving, or someone walking the opposite direction as you on the crosswalk.

Where have I seen you before?

You blinked yourself out of the illusion, your lips parting, closing, then parting again before you finally managed to find your voice. “I-I’m sorry. I forgot your name, could…could you remind me?”

“Ah,” he shook his head, forgiving your forgetfulness. “Just call me Satoru.”

Just Satoru? Is that really okay?

It doesn’t sound like a name I’ve heard before.

“Alright,” you agreed regardless. “Satoru it is. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you murmured your own name in return, dipping your head down in a mini bow. You returned your attention to the music sheet, lightly tapping the back of his hand with your pointer finger. “Let’s continue, shall we?”

You noted how much bigger his hands were compared to yours. It was hard not to see it, your index finger would likely barely reach the topmost joint of his if you pressed your palms together.

Your hands tingled at the thought. You quickly shoved it aside, focusing on being a good instructor.

Satoru continued to surprise and impress you as he mastered the tunes you chose for him after trying them out a few times. Each time he made a mistake, he listened attentively as you corrected it, laying your hands over his as you adjusted the positioning of his fingers.

“Your hands are so much bigger than mine,” you snickered. “I’m a bit jealous. It’s hard for me to reach those far keys sometimes.”

“Oh, yeah,” he grinned cockily, flashing you a sultry glance between chords. “They can reach a lot of things very easily.”

Heat rose to your cheeks and you stuttered, whipping your head away and acting as if he hadn’t completely flustered you.

Truthfully, the session was only supposed to last an hour and a half, but when you looked up at the clock, you were shocked to see you were nearing an hour longer than expected. It didn’t feel like much time had passed at all, maybe thirty minutes at maximum. Had it really been that long?

You pushed yourself up, stretching your legs as you felt pins and needles spark up in them. “Seems I got distracted twice today. I’ve kept you for an hour longer than I intended, I’m sorry,” you laughed meekly. “Don’t worry, I won’t charge extra for that, that’s on me.”

“It’s no worry,” Satoru reassured you as he got to his feet as well, delicately closing the fallboard with a careful hand. “Are you sure, though? I don’t mind paying for it, I did take up your time.”

He made something warm form in your chest.

“It’s fine, I love teaching. It’s not my main job, anyway, don’t stress,” you brushed away his concern. “You’re a prodigy, y’know,” you told him as you walked him to the still open door. “It’s no wonder your dad wanted you to learn how to play. I’m sure he’s proud.”

He let out a chuckle that sounded maybe a little forced. “Yeah, hope so,” he responded as he eased his shoes back on and bent down to grab his briefcase. “You’re a great teacher.”

“Thank you,” you brushed your hair behind your ear, blushing. “Ah– when would you want to see me again? I-If you do, I mean.”

The odd firmness he had a moment ago melted away, once more replaced by that handsome smirk of his. “Same time next week? Ah, hang on, why don’t I get your number, just in case? I have a bit of an unpredictable schedule.”

“Oh, sure, no problem,” you assented, taking his phone after he unlocked it and passed it to you. “You don’t like using email?”

He shook his head, watching you punch in your number into a new contact, add your name, then hand it back. “Nah, texting is easier for me. I’ll message you later tonight, yeah?”

“Alright,” you acquiesced.

“Oh, right, how much do I owe you?”

You blinked a few times before recalling that it was technically a paid session, though it didn’t feel like that to you. You murmured out the cost, and he gave you an odd look for a brief second. He pulled out his wallet, counted out a few bills, and folded them in half neatly before passing them off to you.

“Thanks for the lesson,” he grinned and waved goodbye, promising to text you later as he headed down your walkway, turned the corner, and vanished from sight.

You closed the door with a quiet poompf, staring blankly at your piano as you tried to remember how to function again. You glanced down at the bundle of money in your hand when you thought it felt a little too thick, brow furrowing as you unfolded it and counted and holy shit that’s way too fucking much–

You rushed out of your house, down the pathway to the sidewalk, and looked for him, though you knew it was futile. He was already gone.

You tried to think of how you were going to slip the excess money back into his pocket next time you saw him, but as soon as you were inside, you raced to the folder you left on your coffee table, practically ripping it apart as you pulled out all the papers, aggressively uncapped a pen, and got to writing at light speed.

That man, whoever he was, infected you with a painful shot of inspiration that you needed to get off your chest right then and there. Your hand flew across the pages, revising entire sections you had been stuck on for weeks in the blink of an eye. Messy verses were refined, the missing notes floated into place, and by the time the moon had risen high and the timid breeze had turned cold, you had finished your song.

You looked it over one last time, a disbelieving giggle escaping you. You finished it. You finished it. This damned piece had been giving you restless nights, a broken loop in your brain that kept skipping over the unwritten parts, but one session with Satoru had seemingly given you the one push you were missing all along.

Your phone buzzed.

You opened it and tapped on the messages icon to find a text from an unknown number.

Unknown, 9:17 PM Hey! Sorry for texting so late. It’s Satoru. Does next week still work for you, same time?

What divine timing on his end. Right as he entered your thoughts, he slid into your DMs.

Your fingers practically trembled with giddy excitement as you texted back instantly to confirm the time, uncaring of what kind of impression that was making on him. You were elated, feeling like you could exhale in peace at last. You gave a little victory cheer as you went about closing and locking all the windows and doors, pulling the curtains shut with so much energy, you questioned if you’d be able to sleep.

The answer was yes. After you had gotten all ready, having pampered yourself as a small reward for yourself, you fell onto your bed and passed out mere minutes later. For once, everything seemed to be going right.

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“How’d you learn how to play?” He asked one day as he sipped at the tea you prepared for him. He was right about his schedule being hectic at times, but he somehow managed to fit himself into having lessons with you a few times a week, rather than just the standard one.

It surprised you, but pleasantly so. He was eager to learn and improve, and you were more than happy to teach him. He made for fantastic company, too, and you found you enjoyed spending time chatting lazily with him just as much as you did instructing him.

“My grandma taught me,” you told him with a smile. “She passed away a while ago, but I like to think I’m keeping her legacy alive like this, by teaching others, and keeping that old lil’ thing alive.”

Satoru nodded in understanding. “You’re amazing at playing,” he complimented sweetly. “She did a great job.”

“Thank you,” you answered bashfully, hiding your blush behind your own mug of tea.

“What was she like, if you don’t mind me asking?”

His smile felt like the sun kissing the apples of your cheeks on a perfect spring day. Him wanting to know more about you had your heartbeat picking up in speed, chirping a new, happy melody like a canary.

You deliberated before replying. “She was a very shrewd woman, stern in her teaching, but very gentle at the same time. She was the kind of granny that snuck me pieces of candy when my parents weren’t looking. She let me stay up late playing music whenever I was staying at her place. I probably bugged my parents to let me stay there every weekend, just so I could play it and learn from her.”

“So you got into music young?”

You bobbed your head. “I fell in love the first time I heard her playing when I was a toddler. I had woken up from a nap one day, somehow escaped my crib, and crawled to the living room to watch her play for…man, I don’t even know how long. I was just…hypnotized.”

“She sounds like she was a maestro,” he snickered airily, though you knew he meant it.

You grinned widely, resting your chin on the curved cup of your palm. “She really was. I can show you some videos of her playing sometime, if you’d like to see,” you offered.

“I’d love to.”

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Satoru had been your student for a while now.

He zoomed through the intermediate pieces into the advanced-amateur category easily, though seemed to plateau around there. Despite this, he was a wonderful student, always trying to improve himself and his skill. You knew he had it in him, he was only missing a little something he needed to tip him to the next level.

At one point, you had joked that he must have been purposefully holding himself back just so he could keep studying under you.

He laughed, and said nothing more.

By now, he reached a point where he would come in with a pep in his step, claiming he had perfected a lullaby he wanted to play for you before you started the session. You’d find yourself (politely) seated on your couch nearby, and would watch with a fond expression you didn’t know was there as he treated your piano with a touch more tender than even your own.

And you’d listen. He’d choose some of the prettiest, albeit not complicated, arrangements to play for you, and you’d find yourself slipping into a state of blissful peace. All your thoughts would drift away, and you’d absorb yourself in the music he played.

A few sessions had been spent just like that, with him as your personal musician, and you couldn’t figure out why you felt so…happy.

You liked the emotion a lot, though, and found yourself looking forward to his every visit, anticipating the full body chills you’d get whenever he lulled you into that state of delighted serenity. You didn’t remember when you stopped charging him, and when you let him come in without knocking anymore.

You also didn’t remember when having tea after each session became tradition, but you were grateful for the joy he brought you with his presence alone.

In fact, you decided to get him a small gift as thanks. For what exactly? His company? Patience? Entertainment? Whatever it was didn’t matter. It wasn’t anything big, either. It was a record you stumbled across while visiting a thrift shop recently.

You picked it up for two reasons. First, he divulged he had a hobby of collecting old vinyls. Second, he mentioned he had been searching for that specific record for a few years with no luck, saying it was the last one he needed to complete his collection from that particular brand. The moment you spotted it, you grabbed it and practically bolted to the cashier, uncaring of the price.

There was no way you were leaving it there for someone else to nab it before he could. It was the most reasonable option.

Which was why you were extra giddy to see him again.

You opened the door in the middle of him reaching for the handle, stunning him for a second. That bewilderment was quickly wiped away by an excited grin that surely matched your own.

“If I knew you’d be this enthusiastic to see me, I would have worn something better,” he quipped.

You snorted and waved your hand, stepping back so he could come in. “Am I not allowed to be happy to see my favorite student? You look good no matter what you’re wearing, anyway.”

“Favorite, eh?” He teased as he closed the door behind him, leaning down to give you a quick hug. “Now I really feel like I should have worn something fancy.”

“Oh, come on, it’s not that big of a deal,” you giggled, leading him to the usual spot.

“I dunno,” he hummed, a sly expression crossing his face. “Pretty big deal to hear that from my favorite teacher,” You rolled your eyes, smacking his chest weakly, to which he laughed openly. “Ready to get started, teach?”

What a gorgeous sound his laughter was.

“Actually,” you said, “I got something for you. Wait here a moment, lemme go grab it.”

He raised a brow but didn’t raise any objections as he sat down and tugged his tie to loosen it a few inches, saying that he’d be right there.

You had to resist the urge to skip to your room to locate the record and retrieve it from the drawer you had safely stored it in. It was your sock drawer, actually. You wanted to keep it somewhere protected while it tarried for its new owner. You sang the melody of your newest single quietly as you picked it up, inspecting the album cover for any indication that it had been touched since you last put it in there.

Pristine. Obviously aged, but in flawless condition otherwise.

Sounds from your living room brought pause to your actions right as you closed the drawer after dumping all your socks back into it.

…Was that music?

Frowning, you picked up the record and crept towards the source of the noise. You recognized it instantly – it was the most notable piece written by the notorious Gojo Saichi. It was considered the most difficult composition created within the last century or so. You’d listened to it on repeat occasionally, attempted it dozens of times, though you always fell short before the second movement started, which came early on.

Was Satoru watching a video? No, the melody was too clear and full to sound like it was coming out of a phone speaker.

Then…

You froze in the entrance to the hallway, stuck in place as you watched Satoru play the oeuvre flawlessly. From where you were standing, at an angle, you could see his precise actions and motions. Every note came to him as naturally as air, each shift in tempo as easy as blinking, down to the fragile, silk-like contrast that made the instrument sound as if it was a weeping widow, sitting on a window sill as she descanted to the moon, alone.

His digits knew exactly where to go, when, how deeply to press, how to shift between fierce and floaty as if he was born to do exactly this.

As your eyes flickered from his hands to his face, you saw that his eyes were closed. He was doing what some musicians could only ever dream of achieving in their careers; he was uniting with the music, playing as one, letting it fill his heart, then pour out with every throb like the very blood in his veins.

The most complicated, difficult, astronomical concerto known to man in the modern age, and he was playing it like it was nothing.

Satoru must have sensed your burning gaping as his hues flickered open and his hands stilled over the claviature. He looked over towards you, his mien morphing into something resembling embarrassment.

You staggered closer. “That…that’s…that piece was…written by Gojo Saichi…” You mumbled, barely able to get the words out. You set down the record onto the coffee table, already having forgotten about it.

You were flabbergasted, rattled as you came to a stop at the side of the piano. He…how could he have played that so well? Wasn’t he barely in the advanced category? That was…that was professional, grade A, genius level music he played.

“Yeah,” he grinned, and you would have believed his show of being sheepish if the gleam in his eyes didn’t give him away. “He’s my dad.”

You sluggishly dropped onto your spot on the bench, peering at the keys but seeing nothing as you unpacked the bombardment of information you witnessed.

“That’s…the– that’s the hardest piece…even I can’t…”

“I know,” he rubbed his nape. “He basically forced me to stay up day and night playing it until I got it right.”

“But…how?” You tilted your head, peering up at him from the corner of your eye.

Satoru shrugged like he hadn’t just dropped a fucking bombshell on you. “I asked him to teach me when I was a teen,” You heard him say. “I’m sorry for deceiving you,” he apologized, not sounding very sorry at all.

“I…” You labored to find the right words. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Honestly?” He asked. You nodded, and he let out a heavy sigh.

Instead of answering immediately, he stood up and pulled you to your feet as well, pulling you into the kitchen, where he filled your kettle with water and put it to heat up.

You desperately wanted to know what exactly was going on, but couldn’t find it in yourself to rush him. He went about methodically picking out both your mugs from your cupboard, tossing a bag of tea into both, grabbing the bowl of sugar on the counter, and setting it all down on the table while he waited for the kettle to whistle. He seemed lost in thought, while you had many and none at all at the same time.

You could only observe him as he picked his words carefully.

He finally began when the shrill noise of boiling water filled the room. “I don’t know if you remember – probably not, since you didn’t recognize me – but we actually did meet a while ago. I was a lot different back then,” he said as he poured the water into both mugs, afterwards placing it back on the stove and holding his hand sideways at roughly chest level. “Maybe this high, scrawny, kind of a douchebag,” he admitted with a chuckle.

You were still in shock over the whole situation. All you could do was silently urge him to continue by leaning closer, accepting the cup when he passed it to you. Heat spread through your fingertips, easing away the frosty feeling you didn’t notice set in.

“You were playing the piano in the music room at the school we went to together. It was…honestly, beautiful. I grew up with a famous pianist for a dad, but even he can’t make music sound as alluring and gentle as you can,” he continued, awkwardly holding his own mug. “So, when I saw you again a few months ago, I couldn’t believe it was you. I always wanted to ask you to play something for me when we were younger, but could never get the nerve to.”

As he spoke, the memories were beginning to filter in through the thick haze in your brain.

You were so focused on writing music and learning to be a great musician like your grandmother that you never really paid attention to your surroundings or the people around you if they weren’t your granny, parents, direct friends, or music teacher.

From what you did remember, Satoru was always a confident, cocky boy, shameless and loud. To hear he was…shy about asking you to play for him was hard to believe.

“So, I finally let my dad start teaching me,” he rambled on when you didn’t respond. “I’ve tried so many times to replicate the song you played, but I could never get it right. I know it’s probably a long shot, but you don’t happen to remember what song that was, do you?”

You thought back, scraping the dust off your highschool recollections. There was one piece you had hyperfocused on perfecting during the last year there, determined to play it exactly as your grandmother had.

You never did manage to master it.

You set down the tea you had only sipped at twice and walked past him into the living room, heading to your piano in a sort of trance. You slid onto the bench, and set your fingers on the keys. Muscle memory took over, the gentle tune coming to life in…how long had it been since you last played this?

You let the music flow through you, gave it access to your heart, allowed it to peer into the deepest parts of your soul, and simply followed the path it created.

“Was it this one?” You asked quietly.

When you looked up at him, his eyes were wide, lips parted as he stared at you with nothing less than amazement. “That– that’s the one. Which– what’s it called?”

“It’s a piece my grandma wrote for my parent’s wedding,” you answered. “She didn’t tell me what it’s called. I’m not sure if it has a name to begin with. She played it for me once, and I,” you huffed out a short, choked chuckle, “I became obsessed. I spent every day as a senior trying to get it right, to play it like she did, but…”

Your fingers slowed into a stop as you looked at them blankly, recalling your attempts, and the disappointment that followed each failure. You memorized it after playing it just twice, but it didn’t help you reach your goal in the end.

You startled when his hand rested lightly atop of yours, his body partially leaned over your shoulder so he could look you directly in the eye. This close, you felt his light breaths as they brushed your cheek. You could see the exact shade and hue of the teal composing his striking irises, match the exact pace of his heartbeat to a sonata, hear him swallow nervously.

“Keep playing,” he rasped, sounding almost desperate. “Please.”

You obliged. How could you say no to him when he looked at you like that? When he requested it so feebly in a trembling voice that was close to cracking? How could you say no when you saw and felt firsthand how his body relaxed when you filled the room with the lilting melody once again?

The music hopped and glided, playful in some parts, somber and tranquil in others. He stayed right where he was, the heat of his stomach resting against your upper back, thawing the tension in your shoulders as his hands held them gently, thumbs rubbing circles into your tight trapezius.

In every way, the ballad reminded you of your grandma, of your parents, of your childhood spent trying to reach a point where you were truly happy with how you played each note.

But, if that was the case…

How come you saw Satoru’s eyes when you closed yours and listened to your own hands dance across the keys?

Why did his smile, his laugh, his touch, his voice, his everything, come to mind when you picked apart every stanza and bar? If you put together all the notes a specific way and decoded them, you swore they’d spell his name.

Your hands drifted and halted as you reached the end of the lilt.

Or, rather, the end as you knew it.

There was a brief pause, then he mumbled, barely above a hum, “is that it?”

“Grandma never showed me how it ended,” you told him morosely. “She said she’d tell me ‘when the time is right’, but…she died before she could.”

He sat beside you and took your right hand into his. His fingers massaged meaningless shapes into the creases of your palm and the smooth plane of the dorsum. Neither of you dared break the silence, mulling in your own worlds.

Satoru was the one to cautiously cross the line of quiet, doing his best to not disturb it. He wrapped his left arm around your back, pulling you into his side while continuing to toy with your dainty digits.

“We’ll find it together,” he whispered.

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Truth be told, you never imagined you’d find yourself in this kind of place before – especially not in this position.

Your hand hovered over your brow, shading your eyes from the brilliant sun as it shined low in the sky, kissing the horizon. Though it was setting, the approaching night was warm as ever. A pleasant breeze ruffled the fabric of your dress and caught the strands of your hair that managed to slip loose from the style your mother put them in.

Stars were already beginning to dot the expanse above, glittering and so, so crystalline when you were this far outside the city. You never thought you’d get to see them so clearly, enough to point out individual constellations, and even identify Jupiter and Venus.

You never had a reason to leave the bounds of the city before, so all this was a distant dream you might have had once when you were a teenager.

But here you were, outside a lovely villa, surrounded by friends, family, and loved ones, miles away from where light pollution would dare to touch. The buzzing, lively chatter of dozens of guests filled the air; the clinks of glasses, the clacks of forks and knives on plates, all of it was so animated. You felt like you were in a sort of daze, overwhelmed with happiness to the point that it almost didn’t feel real.

A pair of soft lips pressed against your temple, drawing your attention to radiant, minty-ocean hues.

Satoru gazed at you with nothing short of pure, raw, true adoration. Like every fiber in his body, each and every singular cell, was dedicated to loving you.

“I have one more present left for you,” he murmured against your lips, giving you a chaste kiss right after before he stood up and raised his glass. He tapped the back of his knife gently on the side, creating a chiming noise that settled the ongoing conversations with ease.

Once all the attention was on him, he set both objects down and began speaking.

“I know we’ve already said it a lot, but I wanted to thank you all again for coming here to celebrate this day with us,” he said, turning his gaze to you. “This is truly the happiest day of my life – so far,” he added cheekily, earning him a laugh from the crowd. “So, before all the festivities end tonight, I wanted to do one last thing, if you’d all be so kind as to grant me this moment.”

Of course they would. Satoru was just that type of person. Charisma poured off him in waterfalls, charming anyone he spoke to without effort – you included.

He pushed back his chair, moving to leave. Confused, you grasped his arm and called his name.

There was a glint of something in his eyes, something you couldn’t identify, not with the light tingle of wine sitting in the back of your mind and the overstimulation of the grand day.

“Just listen, baby,” he whispered to you, then he was weaving through the guests, snaking his way to the grand piano situated off to the side of where everyone was situated. “This is a little song I heard many, many years ago, and fell in love with from the first few notes. I’d like to dedicate it to my mother-in-law, father-in-law, their late mother, and I would like to especially dedicate it to my lovely wife.”

Your mother gasped, grabbing your arm as soon as Satoru began playing the familiar melody of the diapason you had been taught ages in the past. It was the one your grandmother played for you, just once. It was the one she played for your mother and father for their wedding. It was the one you played for Satoru, once unknowingly, and every time after that intentionally.

The one he was playing for you now.

Your mother teared up faster than you did, reaching for a clean napkin to dab her eyes with while she waved her free hand at her face, trying to stave off the tears so that they didn’t smear her mascara, though she wasn’t succeeding. Your father was gently shushing her, rubbing her shoulder while he looked between you and Satoru with pride, and you…

You recalled the first time you heard him play the composition his father had written, when you still believed he was just an advanced player. Back then, you felt entranced.

Now, you felt completely spellbound.

You lifted yourself, carefully making your way between the enchanted spectators. Some clutched and squeezed your hand as you passed, and a few others breathed out little congratulations to you, not risking breaking the delicate atmosphere.

By the time you made it to him, your vision was blurry, and he was playing the last line of bars.

The arrangement floated into the placid, halcyon evening, each individual note rising like a star to join the thousands that looked on with bated breath, protecting this little moment of clement apotheosis.

His hands swept across the final few steps, barely touching the keys at all. The concluding tone resounded, fragile and silk-like, followed by a second of calm silence before the crowd erupted with cheers, hoots, and deafening applause.

Satoru rose from the bench, encircling your waist with his arms and pulling you in for a deep kiss. It echoed in you, the sweetest lullaby, the happiest composition that could never be written down identically. It was one only the two of you could hear and feel, one only the two of you could dance, live, cry, laugh, breathe, and love to.

Of all the endings you ever tried to give that precious lullaby your grandmother had written so long ago, the one Satoru created was perfect.

Because you created it together.

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A fresh start (3) - Where to Captain?

Summary: The world is safe. Thanos is gone. What now?

Pairing: Pre-Endgame!Steve Rogers x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, plus-sized reader, virgin reader, fluff, falling in love

A/N: Please consider I don’t care about the timeline of Endgame.

Written for my 16.666 followers celebration. Requested by @elle14-blog1

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Three years after you meet, …

You and Steve cleaned up alone as so often after the latest meeting. It was an exhausting one, filled with tears and sad stories. You were emotionally drained and needed to tell yourself not to cry or overthink things.

“What’s on your mind, doll?” Steve seemed to read your mind when he softly spoke to you. “It was the one story about the girl losing her grandmother, right?”

You nodded and choked out a sob. “I didn’t lose granny because of the blip but I felt the girl’s pain, you know. It was like I heard my story being told by someone else.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he tried to comfort you with a hug and soft words. Steve always made you feel better after a bad day, and you tried your best to return the favor.

“It’s not your fault that my granny got sick and died, Stevie,” you wrapped your arms tightly around his waistline and snuggled into his chest. “I wish she had the chance to meet you. Granny would’ve loved you.”

“I would’ve loved your granny too, doll,” he kissed the top of your head, making you sigh. “How about I invite you for dinner? I wanted to talk about something with you and, it’s our third anniversary as friends.”

“Something important?” You lifted your head to meet Steve’s gaze. He looks torn, and a little scared too. You didn’t know back then what he was about to tell you, but you knew something was about to happen.

You only feared you’d lose Steve too. He was the only constant in your life, and you didn’t think you’d survive living without him. Not after you lost your heart to the kind super-soldier.

“Doll, we need to talk about something,” he held your hand a little tighter when you choked out a sob. You feared that he’d tell you that you couldn’t be friends any longer, or that another monster would try to tear the world apart.

You didn’t know what would be worse…

“Okay,” you sniffled and tried to put a brave face on. “Just tell me, Stevie. I can take it. If you don’t want to be friends anymore, I’ll understand.”

“God no, Y/N,” Steve brought you into his lap and wrapped you in a hug. “Doll, it’s the opposite. I can’t imagine not having you in my life.” He kissed your forehead and sighed. “It’s just that…”

“What is it, Stevie? Are you in trouble? Do you need my help?”

“We know how to undo the blip…” You stiffened in his hold. It wasn’t that you didn’t want the people to get their loved ones back. But if Steve undid the blip, will he even remember you?

“Will you forget me if you do?” You choked out a sob. “Will you? Is this like in the movies when you turn back time and don’t love me anymore? Because I love you and I don’t want to imagine I’ll forget about you.”

“No, doll,” he smiled and cupped your face. “Wait. Did you say you love me?” Steve’s eyes filled with tears when you murmured these three words he longed to hear for the longest time. “I love you too.”

He pressed his lips to yours. Steve kissed you before, but only as a friend. You didn’t dare to dream of feeling his lips on yours. “I promise I won’t forget you. This is not how we will do this.”

“Steve, I’m scared,” you gripped his hand on your face tightly. You’ve been friends with him for years, always hoping for more. Grief and self-doubts kept Steve from making a move on you. He feels strongly for you, but all he can think of is bringing all the people he failed to save. “What if Thanos is too strong? What if you lose this fight?”

“We will get the stones, and undo the blip,” he whispered against your lips. “And after, I’ll take you out on a proper date like a gentleman.”

You laughed at his words. Steve could be so old-fashioned sometimes.

“Why are you crying?” He asked when you fought to blink the tears away.

How could you tell him that this was the best and the worst day of your life at the same time?

Steve is the kind of man who feels responsible for the world. Even more so after they failed to stop Thanos. If you told him that day that you didn’t want him to risk it all for the world, you would’ve felt like the worst person ever.

“Promise me that you’ll come back. I don’t want to lose you after I finally find you.”

Steve kissed you again, slowly, and deeply. He took his time, fighting not to ask you for more at this very moment. “I’ll always come back to you, Y/N. I swear…”

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Due South s1 recs, part 4

The Blue Line

Thirty-Seven Percent, by Luzula (Fraser/Mark Smithbauer, one-sided)--In which Mark causes a sexuality crisis in teenage Fraser, which he addresses by secretly reading the research of Alfred Kinsey. Because Fraser.

Astray, by Sproid (Fraser/Mark Smithbauer)--In which teenage Mark is very enthusiastically into Fraser.

Five Times Benton Fraser Hugged Someone and Meant It, by jaywright (Fraser/Victoria, Fraser/Ray K)--The Mark section of this is so sweet.

Special, by DesireeArmfeldt (Fraser/Mark Smithbauer, unrequited)--In which Mark feels guilty and therefore does not sleep with Fraser in Chicago. Angst and woe!

On the other hand, in these stories Mark absolutely does sleep with Fraser in Chicago:

Old Friends, by Ultra_Chrome (Fraser/Mark Smithbauer)

Our Track Record, by Luzula (Fraser/Mark Smithbauer)

Second Chances, by Lomelinde (Fraser/Mark Smithbauer)

What We're Thinking, by Sproid (Fraser/Mark Smithbauer)

In which Ray just wants Fraser to be happy after Mark leaves:

Hockey Night in Chicago, by dmarley

Too hot for this kind of thing, by belmanoir (Fraser/Ray V)

Five Things Benton Fraser Lost in the Apartment Fire, by ifreet--So...all those carefully collected trading cards? Yeah. I'm so sorry.

Interlude, by china_shop (Fraser/Mark Smithbauer, unrequited)--A vacationing Fraser asks Mark to look over a promising local kid; there's a little reminiscing--Fraser’s grandmother has the best line in the story and she’s not even in it--a little hockey, but no actual sex. Sorry, Mark.

Hawks and Hands, by Dira Sudis (Fraser/Mark Smithbauer, Fraser/Ray K)--A lengthy Fraser/Ray K AU in which most of the characters are in hockey (although Ray V is still a cop). Filled with sex, hockey, and a slow-growing mystery about the death of Fraser's father.

Ice, by twistedchick--So this is my recs list, and if I want to rec a Sports Night crossover about a romance between Dan Rydell and Mark Smithbauer, then I will! Fraser does turn up in one section to be very charming, but I am genuinely here for the Dan/Mark.

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The Deal

Father Confessor, by Keerawa (Ray V/Angie, Ray V/Fraser (one-sided), Ray V/Stella)--This is an outside POV fic that runs from Ray's childhood through post-canon; I'm putting it here because it has a fair bit about Zuko, including Ray talking about what happened to Marco Mitrani. (Warnings for Catholic homophobia.)

All the other recs deal with the events at the end of the episode (no Frannie, that's for next ep)

Weight, by sdwolfpup

Most powerful is he, by mercuriosity

Regret, by sdwolfpup

Odd-Numbered Nights, by MSSalieri

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Heaven and Earth

(note: I feel that “Heaven and Earth” should be before “An Invitation to Romance”, and it’s my list so it will be!)

Layaway, by Keerawa--Frannie discovers why she's not what Fraser wants.

During Frannie’s confrontation with Ray, she hears what’s underneath the words:

Conversation, by Aimee (Fraser/Ray V)

Heaven and Earth, by amosanguis (Fraser/Ray V)

Conviction, by china_shop (Fraser/Ray V)--“Ray was forced to admit that not only did he have a type that included guys but, even worse, he had the same taste in guys as his little sister Frannie.”

Long, Slow Drift, by Belmanoir (Fraser/Ray V)—An amazing look at Ray's POV on this episode, placed in the context of his history and family relationships, and of course his feelings for Fraser.

“All he knows is that when he tries to think about dreaming, he gets a sudden urge to duck.”

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An Invitation to Romance

subatomic particles bursting in the air, by facingthenorthwind--A look at some things Fraser might have been thinking in the garbage truck scene.

A Searching and Fearless Inventory, by Nos4a2no9--A consideration of a different reason Fraser might not drink. Not otherwise related to the episode, but it's an interesting idea and I'll take this excuse to include it.

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title: "Pascale Leclerc : Fonce, Charles !" source: monaco-matin series: f1, 2018

There is the big Charles on the track. And little Charles at home.

If the young Formula 1 driver is at the front of the stage, here, at home, in Monaco, his country, in the evening he returns to the family home, to his mother, “to play for an hour on his computer and have a few hours of well-deserved sleep."

The second of three children, Charles Leclerc received a lot of love from his parents, his brothers, but also from his grandparents and his uncle Thierry Manni. Charles Manni, the paternal grandfather, at the head of Mécaplast, the flagship of the Monegasque automobile industry, often spoke of this little boy: not with blind admiration, but with the pride of seeing his grandson giving himself the ways to succeed.

Car enthusiasts know the rising little wonder. The Monegasques and people from here know first and foremost this Fontvieille family: united, loving and also hardworking.

A certainly decisive element in the extraordinary career of this young man for whom everything seems to smile.

Luck ? Not only… According to Pascale Leclerc, his mother, who runs a hairdressing salon on the port of Fontvieille, “we have experienced the trials of life. If we went through them, they made us stronger and allowed us to progress to give our best.”

It is on these values that Charles grew up. That he built himself.

He was only five years old when his dad Hervé put him in a kart. Immediately, there was enthusiasm. “There was a lightness in the way he drove his kart that wasn't there in the others. »

“He received a lot from his dad.”

“Charles on a circuit and Charles at home are not the same man,” explains his mother. With his dad, he only talked about cars. For Hervé, racing was his life. He was a pro. He had it in his blood. Charles was lucky. He received a lot from his dad. With me, none of that. Charles was a little boy his age. It’s true that from middle school onwards, it was more complicated. His grandmother, Hervé's mother, a catechism teacher, was very present to help him follow the correspondence courses. The Charles-III college where he was enrolled was very understanding. It was going very well. »

Pascale Leclerc says she has always been delighted by her son's happiness. “I always knew that Charles, like his two brothers, would go far. He is very calm, thoughtful, determined. I am very proud and happy that Lorenzo, Charles and Arthur, my three children, are realizing their dreams. I would not put any prohibition in their choice. When we see a child who leaves with enthusiasm and a smile on his face, we can only validate his life project. In kart, the first championships scared me a little. I no longer accompanied my son and my husband on shopping trips. I followed things up afterwards. It was my way of preserving the whole family. I'm the type to let my three sons live their lives and pursue their passion. »

And car racing fascinated his three children… “Lorenzo started karts late, at 14 years old. It was the time when Charles was increasingly entering the major championships. And he won all the prizes. A choice had to be made. We couldn't take on the financial burden of going karting for two children. So, for him, in consultation, we favored studies. »

Lorenzo therefore completed a scientific baccalaureate and continued his studies at the University of Monaco. Then he went to Reims for a few years to complete his studies. Today, he is in finance and invests in assets.

For six years, the family's rhythm was dictated by Charles' training and racing. “Free time, vacations, the family budget… everything was for karts when Charles was between 5 and 11 years old. » The young boy progressed and progressed, again and again. For the family, it was an increasingly difficult sacrifice. “When Charles was 11, for us parents, it was no longer financially possible. Nicolas Todt arrived at the right time. He signed a contract and took Charles to where he is today. »

Throughout his adolescence, the little Monegasque continued to progress. Always and always. Today, he is on the starting line for one of the most symbolic races of his career. In addition to training, he had to respond to incessant requests: cocktails, interviews, brand representations... “We ask a lot of them,” emphasizes the mother. He no longer has time for himself. »

In F1 at 20 years old, what's it like to get a big head? “We are simple people. We must give enthusiasts the opportunity to share Charles’ dream. And for that Charles must remain within everyone's reach. He will discover a world that is not as simple as that, I think. I will do everything to keep him himself. »

But this rhythm is part of the profession as he wanted it since his earliest childhood. It may even be an additional engine. “It’s when there are very hard moments that he surprises us the most. He picked up points in the last two races he did. That reassured him. It was important for his mind. He is mentally well today. I am so proud of my son…”

Today, Charles therefore has all the assets to run a very good race. He is a young man in the making. “Everything fell into place for him to be where he is today. He will continue. He will be champion in F1. His goal is the podium. And he's going to get there. For sure. »

Today, Pascale Leclerc will be watching the race, certainly just as focused on the screen or the track of the cars as Charles is on the track at the wheel of his Sauber.

The mother and son both know that Hervé is with them, up there; “like Jules Bianchi”.

Any last maternal advice? “Go for it, Charles!” »

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Star Spangled Seresin

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Political situations. Unrequited love, one night stand, military and political inaccuracies. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Specific Chapter Warnings: Domestic Violence. Violence against women. Allusions to strangulation. Gun violence. Death. Minors DNI. 18+

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Chapter 4: Take A Chance On Me

Jaycee paced the floor of her apartment. How could she have been so stupid, so naïve? How could she have let it go this far?

Sure, Jake was a great guy, but so was Hayden. That's what everybody said. Even you had said it. "Jaycee, he's such a catch! He's successful. He's smart. He's hard working." They were all phrases that you and others had used to describe him.

Too bad you didn't know that it was all an act, a show, a well played front that he put on.

It wasn't until that night, when she had called you with desperation in her voice, that you realized the "great guy," was actually a monster.

Jaycee took a deep breath when she heard Jake knock on her door. She let him in quickly and ushered him to her living room.

Before he could even speak, Jaycee stood and faced him. "Jake, I can't do this. Us. I can't do an us." She told him. Jake's eyes went wide with surprise.

"Is this about the flowers? Because I didn't mean "love" in the romantic way. I meant it in a salutations kind of way. Like sincerely or greetings." He tried to explain. He wanted to get to the bottom of what had brought this sudden change of heart on. He thought everything was fine. Hell, he thought it was more than fine, considering Jaycee had texted him to see if he wanted to eat dinner with her tonight. He wasn't expecting a breakup.

"It's not just about the card, Jake. I don't do relationships." Jaycee told him. The truth is she wanted a relationship with him more than anything. But how was she supposed to explain what happened to him.

"I've never been a relationship guy either, but I want to try with you. We have this connection. I know you feel it. I felt it the moment I saw you walk onto that stage at that last debate. I felt it when I took you home that night. I felt it every day after you ghosted me. I felt it when I saw you again in the White House kitchen, and I feel it now." Jake said.

Jaycee stood across from him and looked at him. She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off.

"I'm not done. I have never met anyone like you, Jay. You're smart and kind and funny. You are a hard worker, and you're determined, and you have this fire that burns inside you that's like nothing I've ever seen before. You aren't afraid to go after what you want except when it comes to your happiness. I don't know why you run, but I don't want you to run from me. Jaycee, I'm serious about you. You have lived in my dreams and haunted my wildest fantasies since the first time I spoke to you. Hell, after our first date, I called my mom to see if she knew where my grandmother's ring was at because I knew—I know that you're the woman I'm going to marry." He tells her with gusto.

Jaycee's voice catches in her throat. "And what if I did mean that "love" in a romantic way. Would that be so bad? There are far worse things in the world than me loving you. Because dammit woman, I do love you. I don't care if it's too soon to say it. I love you. I've never cared about anyone or anything the way I care about you. And you don't have to say it back, hell, you don't have to accept it, but I do love you, and I don't want to lose you again. Don't give up on us. Don't run away from this. Let me love you." Jake pleads with her.

"I can't." Jaycee choked out through the sob that threatened to rack her body. She turned away from Jake and paced into her kitchen. She slamed her palms on the counter and huffed in frustration. Jake followed closely behind.

"Why not?" Jake demanded.

"Because the last person who said they loved me gave me this!" Jaycee screamed at him as she turned around and rucked up her shirt just enough to display the scar on her side that she had tattooed over. "He gave me this, a concussion and thirteen stitches to the back of the head before I—" tears streamed down her face as she clamped her mouth shut. She'd already said too much. "Before you what?" He asked her in a voice barely above a whisper.

His firm stance immediately softened when he saw her hard exterior cracking. Jaycee shook her head as more tears came. She tried to step around Jake, but he stayed rooted in place.

"Jaycee—please. Talk to me." Jake said softly as he took her in his arms. "I—I—I killed him." She breathed out.

"Who?" Jake asked her, unsure if he was actually hearing her correctly. She opened her mouth, but words didn't come out. "C'mon. Let's go sit and we can talk." Jake suggested. She nodded, and he wordlessly led her to the couch. Jake took a seat. Jaycee sat on the far end from him and curled her knees to her chest.

"Whenever you're ready to start, I'm ready to listen." Jake assured her. She inhaled deeply and wiped her eyes before speaking.

"About four years ago, I was engaged to a guy named Hayden Samuels. We had been dating for about a year before he proposed. We went to school together but didn't date until about two years after graduation." Jaycee began. Jake took in what she said and nodded for her to continue.

"Everything was fine at first—but then—he changed. He was angry, jealous, and possessive. I brushed it off. Close to our one year anniversary, he started to get worse. He would grab my arm too tightly. He would make passive-aggressive comments. He was too rough during sex." Jaycee explained as Jake listened.

"The first time he hit me was right around our first anniversary. I should have left then. But he apologized. He—he manipulated me. He said it wouldn't happen again, but it did." New tears formed in her eyes.

"He was methodical in what he did. He slowly separated me from my friends. Even Y/N, only letting her see the two of us the way he wanted us to be seen. He broke me in a million tiny pieces and made me believe I deserved what was happening to me. I cried the day he proposed to me because I thought that it meant he had finally changed. He didn't." Jaycee sighed.

"It finally took Y/N seeing a black eye he had given me after we got caught in a storm, and my makeup smeared. She was beside herself when she found out. She blamed herself for not seeing the signs and for pushing me to date him. To this day, I don't think she's forgiven herself for not doing something sooner (you hadn't). She helped me come up with a plan to leave him." Jaycee continued.

"I'll remember that night for the rest of my life. Hayden was supposed to be home late. He had some kind of work event. I was supposed to be able to get my things and be gone with him none the wiser. But he came home early and caught me trying to leave. He was angry—so angry." Her body shuttered at the memory.

"He told me I belonged to him, and he'd kill me before he'd let me leave him. I still tried to run, but he stopped me and slammed me into the glass coffee table that was in our living room. It cut me clean up this side and split open my head." Jaycee trembled as she continued her story.

"He picked me up from the glass and held me against the wall by my throat. He told me that he owned me. That I could never leave him. He put a gun to my head and said if I ever tried to leave, he would shoot me where I stood. I panicked, and I kneed him in the groin. I caught him off guard, and he let go of me. There was a struggled and he dropped the gun. I grabbed it, and he jumped on top of me and tried to wrestle it out of my hands and it—it—" She paused to try and regain her composure.

"It's fine. Take your time." Jake encouraged her. He had been slowly moving closer to her on the couch. He was finally close enough that he could wrap an arm around her shoulders.

"I didn't mean for it to happen. I really didn't. It was an accident. Everyone agreed it was an accident. But the gun went off. Shot him in the stomach. I don't remember calling 911. I think I blacked out from the shock of it all. I don't remember calling Y/N either. All I remember is that one second, there was a loud bang, and my ears were ringing. Then, the next, Y/N, a police officer, and an EMT were all kneeling in front of me, trying to coax me off the floor while Hayden's body was being carted away. I can't still hear the gunshot. I can still see the shards of glass and splintered wood covering the living room floor. Sometimes, when I'm in the shower, I can still see myself washing his blood off of me." Jaycee finished her story as she rubbed her palms across the top of her jean covered thighs.

"I—I don't even know what to say." Jake shakes he head. He can't believe what he'd just heard.

"Now, do you see why I can't let you love me. I'm a murderer Jake. I'm a monster. How could you ever love me now that you know who I really am?" Jaycee sobs into his chest.

"You're not a monster. And in case you forgot, I had two confirmed kills in the Navy." He tells her after a long beat of silence.

"You were doing your job." She replies quickly. "And you were trying to stay alive." He tells her. "So where you." She breathes out.

There is a long pause between the two of them. A silent understanding that they had both been through things that would have destroyed most people, but they both came out on the other side of it because they were built to survive.

He cupped her face and forced her to look at him. "Jaycee Rose—I—I can't change what happened to you. If I could go back in the past and fix it, I would. I'm sorry that you had to go through that. No one should ever have to be in that situation. I can't promise you that I'll be perfect. But I can promise that if you take a chance on me, that if you let me love you, I can give you a better future."

Jake kissed her forehead and tucker her under his chin. In that moment, the wall that Jaycee had been hiding behind crumbled as she let the emotions pour out of her.

She'd never let herself be this open, this vulnerable.

Not around her family, not around you, and not in therapy. But there was something about Jake that made her feel safe. He felt like— home.

"I'm sorry for telling you that I thought it was cool that you tattooed over your scar. If I had known, I never would have said anything." Jake tells her.

"It's fine. You didn't know. Honestly, it was Y/N's idea. I got it at the same time she got her RBG tattoo. She said it would make me feel empowered. It didn't at first, but now it does." Jaycee admitted as she traced over the feathered quill and beautiful calligraphy that read "The Pen is Mightier."

"Wait. Wise-woman has a tattoo?" Jake asked. Jaycee barked out a laugh. "Glad to know that was your main takeaway from what I said.

"No, that's not all I took away. I think what you did is super cool. But—Y/N, she just doesn't seem like a girl who has a tattoo. I mean, not that she can't have them—it just seems like a lot of people in politics don't." Jake rambles.

"I get what you're saying. But if it's any consolation, her tattoo is a Ruth Bader Ginsberg quote, so it's at least political." Jaycee laughs.

"So where is it?" He asks. "Where is what?" She parrots back to him.

"Where is Wise-woman's tattoo?" He asks like it is the most obvious question in the world.

"I'm not telling you. She'd kill me." Jaycee shakes her head before standing up to head to the kitchen. She grabs a couple of beers from the fridge and hands one to Jake, who has moved to sit at the island.

"Please! I'm the vice president. You basically have to tell me. It's a matter of national security." He tries to convince her before taking a sip.

"Why do you want to know?" Jay presses as she cocks her head to the side.

"Because Rooster—er— Bradley has it so bad for her. Me knowing about it and where she has it would be the perfect tidbit of information for me to use to fuck with him." Jake chuckles.

"Bradley, has it bad for her, huh?" Glad I'm not the only one who thinks so." Jaycee muses as she takes a drink from the long neck in her hand.

"Every time we are in a meeting, I swear I could choke on the sexual tension between the two of them. But it's even worse when they disagree. I wish they'd just fuck and get it out of their system." Jake shakes his head.

"Maybe we could lock them in a closet together and not let them out until they did." Jaycee throws her head back, laughing, and so does Jake.

Jaycee finishes her drink and toss the bottle in the trash before coming to stand in between Jake's legs. She rests her hands on his thighs and presses her forehead to his.

"Okay, Jacob Thomas," She begins. "If we are going to do this, if there is going to be an us. You have to promise me something."

"Anything." He breathes out. "You have to promise me that you won't give up when things get hard or when I get stuck in my head. And you have to promise me that you'll give me space when I need it, but be there for me when I come calling." Jaycee tells him.

"I promise I'll take care of you." Jake reassures her before kissing her sweetly.

"I promise I'll take care of you too. Now, how about we head to my room and you can try to find my other tattoo, Mr. Vice President." She moans out.

Jake grins a mile wide."I think that sounds like a wonderful idea, Ms. Marchetti. Lead the way."

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Ateez's Full Storyline Explained - Part 8

Masterlist

Fever Epilogue Diary Entries:

The Intro consists of a news report detailing the theft of a Mayan relic from an exhibition at the National Museum of Korea

The trio of thieves were arrested mid-heist and when questioned by a reporter, one of them stated:

"I had to steal the relic to save humanity before they face the world's end."

They were also identified as believers of the religion named 'Sciensalvar' which was established by scientist Henry Jo in 1999 who used it to spread his beliefs about (1) humans being made up of energy, (2) his faith that all uncertainties about the future can be resolved with science, and (3) the energy condensed inside the Mayan relic (which is shaped like an hourglass) will be the key to saving humanity

It's at this point that the parallels between 'Sciensalvar' and the Central Government in the Z-World become evident

I'd also like to note that the name "Sciensalvar" is likely just a combination of "Scien" from "science" and "salvar" which is Spanish for "to save, to rescue" - saved by science

The Mayan relic Henry Jo mentioned is an hourglass artifact that imitates the moon's movement.

Experts have long speculated about the artifacts purpose but the common theory is that it was "crafted through an uncommon metallurgy technique" and used for "ceremonial purposes"

Ateez, now back in their own world, find themselves back in time to before Yunho's brother's accident which they presume to be a side-effect from smashing the Cromer

Yunho is, of course, thrilled by this because he's been handed a chance to save his brother but San feels conflicted

From San's entry:

I can understand Yunho, but deep down in my heart, I felt bitter against him. Whether we are in the past or present, one thing was clear. We may be alive, but Yeosang isn't here with us.

With the Cromer broken, San doesn't see a way for them to go back and safe him

Just then, Seonghwa rushed toward them with a shouted "This is the Cromer, right?"

He's holding the article from the Intro about the museum heist

Hongjoong is quick to draw the conclusions that the Cromer Yeosang just broke was from the other world so it's quite possible this world has its own version which would allow them to bring back Yeosang; they could just put it back in the museum after

The other members are immediately against Hongjoong's idea because of how dangerous and illegal it is

From Seonghwa's entry, we hear Hongjoong's reply:

"Whether it is legal or illegal, what about Yeosang? You are telling me that you want us to leave him there?"

Seonghwa admits to himself that he would've protested too in the past but now:

I'm not the person who I used to be. Saving Yeosang is my top priority. "We decided not be stuck in the past. When we left to another dimension, we all made up our minds, didn't we?"

Since they're sure they traveled back in time, they've been given the chance to make things right so, one by one, the other members agree to Hongjoong's plan

As everyone was coming together, Yunho quietly said, "I want to stay here. I can't leave my brother."

Shocked by Yunho's words, Jongho and Mingi distance themselves from the rest

From Jongho's entry:

"I respect Yunho's decision." I looked at Mingi, perplexed. He carefully went on. "When I thought that I may lose my grandmother, everything felt meaningless, even my dreams and our members. I believe it will be even worse for Yunho. He already lost his brother once. He'd never want to let him go." At that moment, I remembered when I punched Mingi. When Mingi told us he wanted to quit, saying that our dreams are meaningless, I felt betrayed and swung my fist. Obviously, my heart was instantly flooded with regret.

Mingi then, for the first time, shared his side of the story: his grandmother was the only family he had left, so when he thought he might lose her, he couldn't bear the thought of having fun with the members while her condition was worsening

It's then that Jongho finally understands where Mingi had been coming from back then and comes to the conclusion that Yunho must have it rough as well - torn between wanting to save Yeosang and his brother

They discussed things with the other members and decided to still go through with the plan; this time as six

Despite being back home with his brother, Yunho is nervous but hopeful that everything's going as planned

He keeps checking his phone every few minutes for which his brother scolds him

From Yunho's entry:

"You are so weird! You've changed so much! Well, I like it a lot better than when you were wandering around on your motorcycle... But I still can't get used to this sudden change in the last two weeks."

Yunho proceeds to switch the topic to the state of his brother's legs - his right has been dysfunctional since birth so his left tended to swell up a lot

Yunho massaged the left for him while he joked it must be what he traded for his musical skills to which his brother laughed

His brother calls it a blessing in disguise and switches on the TV just as the news came on

The report was about Henry Jo who'd just stormed the museum with 100 followers

Some boys who were trying to stop them from stealing the relic, are now being held as hostages. I jumped up. The hostages were my members. I took out my motorcycle key from the cabinet and yelled at my brother, "Stay inside. You should stay inside no matter what!"

From Wooyoung's entry:

Thought Sciensalvar was a religious group. But why... Why is Henry Jo pointing his knife at my throat? How did this happen?

The plan had been to show up at the museum at 4pm and enter the museum in two groups of three - one to distract the security guards which tend to loosen up at this point, and one to steal the Cromer before they got out of there and switched to the Z-World to get Yeosang

However, they didn't even get into the building before things derailed

A group of red-clad people entered the exhibition hall; they were gathered around one lone figure in black techwear holding the Cromer

It was in that moment that some high school girls with red blankets passed Wooyoung who snatched one of the blanket and covered himself, leaving the girls with embarrassed expressions behind

The five other members also proceeded to join the red-covered mass, but just before they reached Henry Jo, the police fired a blank and surrounded the group

At that moment, I reached towards the Cromer... But Henry Jo pointed a blade at my throat even more quickly. He whispered in my ear, holding back his laughter. "I just needed a hostage, so thank you for coming!"

From Hongjoong's entry:

'Think Hongjoong. Think!' My head blacked out. My head stopped because of this fear I've never felt before. Bang! The police shot another blank fire shot. As the final warning, the police yelled that if the hostages were not released, they would fire shots immediately.

Henry Jo orders his followers to not be swayed, no matter what

Just then, a group of six bikers races toward the museum and begins to circle the Sciensalvar followers who are visibly getting nervous

The noise from the bikes drowns out Henry Jo's instructions

Hongjoong's gaze catch sight of a familiar sticker on one of the bikes: "ATEEZ YH" - these are Yunho and his friends

I intuitively knew Yunho's plan. As Henry Jo lost control over his believers, he turned towards the crowd. "Wooyoung!!!" I wasn't sure if Wooyoung heard me, or if he intuitively knew it was Yunho, but Wooyoung snatched the Cromer and started to run.

The moment they split from the crowd, the motorcycles pull up and give them a chance to hop on before ramping up to put some distance between them and the museum

When Hongjoong looks back, he finds Henry Jo also splitting from his followers while the police were distracted by the chaos

From Mingi's entry:

"Ah, I knew you'd come back!" I shouted with excitement behind Yunho. As I was shouting with joy, I heard Hongjoong saying, "There's a car behind you!!"

The six motorcycles swerve hard to dodge the oncoming car, resulting in each of them crashing to the ground while the car rushes past and runs over the pedestrians on the sidewalk

Yunho trembles as he catches sight of who got hit

"Brother!" Yunho screamed as he ran to the pedestrian. It was Yunho's brother on the ground. He seemed like he was heading towards the museum after seeing Yunho's motorcycle on the news. Yunho's brother slowly opened his eyes and asked: "Is it 5:07 right now?" I checked my phone and it was 5:07 PM. "Your diary said that I got hit by a car at 5:07 PM." Yunho looked at his brother, startled. His brother went on, saying: "Sorry. I read your journal on the desk. I knew something was going on, but you never told me what you're going through." He painfully continued breathing. "It didn't make any sense, so I thought it was a lie. I guess it wasn't." "We need to go to the hospital right now." Yunho wiped his tears and tried to pull his brother, but his brother grabbed his arm. Yunho held on to his brother's hand as if he'd never let him go. "There's something I need to tell you... It wasn't your fault that I got injured back then, and even now, it isn't your fault. So leave me in the past and move on with your own life." Yunho was weeping. His brother slowly patted Yunho's head. "I love you, my brother. You know what I always say, right? You're doing your best just by going through the day. I was happy enough for the last two weeks. I appreciate it." Then, Yunho's brother passed out. Yunho put his head down on his brother's chest and wailed.

Henry Jo stumbles out of the flipped over car, blood dripping from a head injury as his gaze zeroes in on the Cromer in Wooyoung's hand

He pulls out a knife and rushes toward him but get interrupted when Yunho's fist sends him flying with an accompanied shout of "Turn the Cromer!"

Henry Jo picks his knife back up and climbs to his feet but just before he can reach them, Wooyoung turns the Cromer

From Yeosang's entry:

How long have I been in this glass room? It felt like an eternity being in this tube without any light.

All Yeosang has to look at are the resistance fighters covered by a black sheet with their biological energy stolen; among them, the Grimes siblings (their deaths are later fully confirmed in The World Ep Fin Diary Entries)

Left Eye and the siblings had been alerted by the bright light the Cromer emitted when it shattered but only Left Eye managed to escape the bunker, though even he lost his right arm in the process

I don't know how much time has passed. The pain was so great that I desired to lose my emotions instead. I wished that the Guardians would just kill me.

Just when his thoughts got that desperate, trumpets can be heard from outside

The Android Guardians rush outside and an audible fight breaks out

Yeosang begins to beat against the glass tube

"Somebody please get me out of here! Please!" The light that I hadn't seen for ages slid in when the door opened. Men in black fedoras were fighting with Android Guardians behind the opened door. "Hey, Yeosang." I heard a warm voice calling my name. A guy came near my glass room and pulled down his black mask. Tears of relief burst out of my eyes. It was Seonghwa.

Back in the Black Pirates' underground hideout, Left Eye, missing one arm and seeming more fragile under the weight of another loss, receives a morse code transmission

Left Eye interpreted the Morse Code he wrote down. The light of hope spread on his face gradually. Left Eye turned to the people and shouted: "They're back! They came back!!" The cheers of 'Black Pirate' echoed in the underground hideout. The messy handwriting of Left Eye on the paper reads: "SAY MY NAME. ATEEZ."

Side-note: this is also a callback to Hongjoong's diary entry from the Fever Part 1 Diary Entries

#ateez #ateez lore #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #fever epilogue

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lolanoelle · 1 year

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One Drunken Night - Part Two

Thank you all so much for all the love on the first part! :) For this part I am going to be switching between Eddie and Y/N’s POVs so I hope it flows alright! Feedback on this would be greatly appreciated! This is going to be a multiple part series. I am not sure how many parts quite yet, but I am really enjoying have a creative outlet!

You sat across from Eddie at your kitchen table staring down at the cup of tea in your hands. He was sitting in silence staring at you and you couldn’t dare bring your eyes to meet his.

“I know I should have told you sooner Eds, I just didn’t want to ruin the plans you had for your life. Things were already awkward enough between us since that night and I felt I would just make it worse if I forced you to be a parent on top of that.,” You said as you stirred the spoon in your glass. He continued to look at you in complete silence. You could feel his gaze on you whether you were looking back at him or not. You know he probably hated you now and you couldn’t stand the thought. It felt like hours had gone by when you finally heard him clear his throat.

“You know, I had a hunch you left because of me, but I never in a million years thought that it would be because you thought I wouldn’t have wanted to be a part of my kids life,” He said obviously hurt. You finally looked back up at him and he was staring down at his hands now fiddling with his rings.

“I’m so sorry Eddie. I truly am. We had been friends for so long and I was afraid you would resent me for not being able to fill out your dreams of touring with the band and making a name for yourself,” You responded, tears starting to well in your eyes. This conversation was making you resent yourself. You never realized how much of a bitch you came across as with this decision until now.

“Yeah big dreams I filled out. I work at a fucking mechanic shop and still only play gigs at the Hideout every other weekend. What a name I’ve made for myself,” He bit back. He put his head in his hands and started rubbing at his temples.

“I want to make things right. You can have whatever part of this situation that you want. You can get to know her and be a part of her life or you can hate me and forget that we exist. I will leave you alone if you would prefer,” you said as tears now rolled down your face. He jumped up from his seat and walked towards the door. As he went he mumbled under his breath ,” I wish I could hate you.”

Eddie.

Eddie walked into his trailer and slammed the door behind him, accidentally waking Wayne.

“Are you okay, son?”, he asked as he sat up on the couch.

“Guess who’s back in town?,” Eddie said sarcastically.

“Yeah, her grandma told me she was coming back soon.”, Wayne said as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

“And you’ll never guess who she has with her,” Eddie looked at his uncle.

“She brought Ellie?,” Wayne said quietly.

“You’re telling me you knew about this this whole time and you decided not to tell me?,” Eddie said with rage.

“It wasn’t my place to tell you. The only reason I know is because of her grandmother. She told me the last time I went to visit in the nursing home. She had just found out Y/N was coming back to town and wanted to let me know so I could give you the support you needed. I’ve only known for a couple of weeks.,” Wayne said holding his hands up defensively. Eddie reached into his pocket and grabbed a cigarette and lit it. He paced back and forth as he took a couple of drags.

“What am I going to do Wayne. She obviously didn’t think I would be a good father. Why else would she just take off and not even give me the option of raising my kid.,” He said with anger. ,” She probably thought I would turn into that dead beat son of a bitch who left me!”

“I don’t think she thought any of that Eddie. Have you asked her why?,” Wayne responded, trying to comfort his nephew.

“Some bullshit about not wanting to ruin my opportunities with the band. We all knew in the back of our heads that the band would never amount to anything, it’s just a hobby at this point. I can’t believe this shit.” He spat out with anger.

“Y/N believed in you more than anyone I have ever met Eddie. She basically idolized you. She thought you could do anything you put your mind to. It didn’t take a genius to see how much she cared for you.” Wayne spit back.

“Why are you defending her?!,” Eddie raised his voice ,”Not only did she take away my kid, she essentially took away your grandchild!”

Wayne stepped closer to Eddie and grabbed him arm. “Son, I saw how tore up you got when she left. I know you had some deeper feelings for her. I am not saying that what she did was right, but did you ever think that you should have expressed those feelings after that night?”

“I didn’t even know the full extent of my feelings Wayne. And how do you know what night that was?”, Eddie asked.

“Well, she walked out of here disheveled with a string of hickeys on her neck and then you guys stopped hanging out one on one so I just kinda had a hunch.”, Wayne said with a chuckle. Eddie felt his cheeks slightly warming at the thought. Eddie plopped down on the couch and put his hand over his eyes.

“I don’t know what to do,” He said.

“Well you really need to think about it. Raising a kid is a lot of responsibility. Not that I don’t think you’re capable, but it takes a lot of work and effort. I think the first step you would have to take is forgiving Y/N. You were both young and weren’t capable of making the smartest decisions. But don’t rush it. Take as long as you need to forgive her. You don’t want to be a part of Ellie’s life just to fight with her mom in front of her. You need to have mutual respect first.” Wayne told his nephew.

“Thanks, Wayne. I’ll put some thought into that but for now I have to go to band practice.”, Eddie said as he stood up and gave his uncle a thoughtful look. He grabbed his guitar and went out to his van. The whole drive to Jeff’s house was filled with thoughts of Y/N and the little girl he saw standing behind that screen door. She resembled him a good bit. He pulled into Jeff’s driveway and was greeting by his band members.

“Hey man! Do you want a beer or anything before we get started?,” Gareth asked Eddie as he walked in, guitar in hand.

“No thanks ,” Eddie replied, setting up his equipment.

“Alright then well lets get this ball rolling.” Jeff said. Eddie was on autopilot through the whole practice, distracted by the thought of little hands gripping his.

“Dude are you alright? You seem off today.,” Jeff asked, walking to stand in front of Eddie.

“I have a kid,” Was all that Eddie could say in response as he stared blankly in front of him.

“What?!”, Jeff responded.

“Did you knock up one of those groupies from the hideout?”, Gareth chuckled.

“As a matter of fact, no I did not. ,” Eddie stated back with a touch of anger underneath.

“Then who’s the unlucky woman carrying your sperm,” Gareth responded.

“Well that sperm is a full blown toddler now for your information and its Y/N. We got drunk and had sex right before she left and we were both so wasted that apparently we didn’t use any protection,” He said back. Jeff stared at him with wide eyes. He always thought there was something more going on between Eddie and Y/N , but he never imagined this. There was silence for a few moments before Gareth broke it.

“Wow, the sex was so bad that she had to leave the state. Major burn dude.”

“This isn’t a joke Gareth. This is serious. I helped create another human being who is now living in the trailer across from me. I don’t know what to do,” Eddie replied.

“Hey man, we’re always here for you and we’ll support you in whatever you decide,” Jeff stated with compassion.

“Yeah we can even make the sperm a Corroded Coffin shirt.,” Gareth said.

“Dude, stop referring to my kid as sperm.,” Eddie said while rolling his eyes.

“Sorry man, that’s just some serious shit and I was trying to make light of the situation”, Gareth said.

“ It’s okay man, we just gotta teach you to act your age, not your IQ,” Eddie said back jokingly.

“Now that was a major burn,” Jeff said laughing. ,”So what are you gonna do man?”

“Well for starters, I have to go talk to Y/N again. I didn’t quite leave things exactly friendly earlier when I talked to her. It is getting late so I’ll probably have to wait until tomorrow.” He said as he starting loading his guitar into his van.

“Well if you need anything man, just let us know.” Jeff said.

“Thanks guys, I’ll catch you later,” Eddie said as he climbed into his van and started the drive home. He looked over at your trailer as he pulled into his parking space and saw that all the lights were off. He went inside to an empty house and ate some cereal before heading to his bedroom. Wayne was at work so he wasn’t here to distract Eddie from his own thoughts. He sat on his bed with thoughts running through his mind as he smoked a joint trying to relax himself enough to go to sleep. He got under the blankets and let his head hit he pillow. He finally started drifting off to sleep thinking about the fact that this all started in this very bed. He couldn’t believe he had a little girl.

Y/N.

The next morning, you walked through the grocery store filling your cart with all the essentials you needed to keep you and Ellie happy. You were going down the cereal aisle when Ellie looked up at you.

“I want fruit snacks please mommy,” she said to you sweetly

“Okay, baby, we can get you some fruit snacks.” You smiled down at her. She completely melted your heart and there was no way you could deny her when she asked so nicely. She really made you think about the whole Nature vs Nurture debate, because she had never met Eddie, but reminded you so much of him. There was not a day that went by that you didn’t think about him when you gave birth to his carbon copy. You finished filling your cart with groceries and household items and made your way to the checkout. You were loading the conveyer belt up with your groceries when you recognized the employee scanning them.

“Y/N?”, Robin Buckley asked.

“Hey Robin, how have you been?”, You ask her, going to the other end of the checkout to start loading your bagged groceries into your cart.

“I’ve been pretty good. I just started working here a month ago with Harrington. Who’s this little stinker?,” She asked looking down at Ellie.

“This is my daughter Ellie. Say hi to Robin, Ellie,” You said to her.

“Hi Wobin,” Ellie said shyly. She couldn’t always pronounce her r’s.

“ That is the cutest thing that has ever been said to me,” Robin replied. ,” When did you get back up here? I heard you were living it up in Tennessee.”

“Yesterday afternoon actually. I’m currently looking for a job,” You replied as you handed her the cash for your total.

“Hey my aunt is totally hiring at her daycare. The pay is decent and seeing as you have this little cutie now, I figured that might be right up your alley. I can give you her number if you want.” Robin stated.

“That would be amazing actually.,” You said. She scribbled the number down on your receipt.

“What are you trying to be a step-mom now Buckley? Stop hitting on single moms,” You heard a voice behind you ask. You turned around to be met with Steve Harrington.

“Hi Harrington,” You said.

“Holy shit Y/N I didn’t realize that was you. Did you know your kid looks exactly like Munson?”, he responded.

“Oh my god you had a kid with Eddie!”, Robin exclaimed.

“Uh yeah it’s actually her nap time, I’ve got to go. Thanks for the number Robin,” you said awkwardly as you took the cart and headed towards the door. You loaded your car up with groceries and headed home. When you got there you put all your groceries away, fed Ellie lunch and put her down for her nap. You took this opportunity to call Robin’s aunt Jackie and set up a time for an interview. It would be tomorrow at 1pm. You wondered if you would be able to take Ellie with you. When you were pondering over what you would do, you heard a knock at your door. You answered it and there stood Eddie.

“Hey, can I come in?,” He asked you.

“Yeah of course,” You responded and stepped aside to let him in. He walks over to the couch and takes a seat.

“Do you want anything to drink or a snack?,” You asked nervously as you still stood close to the front door.

“No thank you, can you come sit down actually, I want to talk to you about something. ,” He said and patted the seat next to him. You sat down and met his eyes with yours.

“Look, I’m sorry for the way I acted yesterday..”, he started and you cut him off.

“No, it’s my fault I should have told you sooner. You had every right to be upset with me.”, You said.

“No, we’re both adults now, and there is a child in the mix. And I want to be a part of that child’s life. We can even go at whatever pace you think is necessary. You can start off with me just being a friend that comes around until she gets used to me and then introduce me as her dad, or whatever you think would be best. Wayne also wants to be a part of her life. He is pretty much my dad so he would like to be eventually seen as her grandpa. I just want to be there..”, You cut him off again by hugging him.

“I would love nothing more than that Eddie.”, You respond. He wraps his arms around you and takes in your vanilla scent. He has missed you so much and you have definitely missed him. You break away from the hug and look at him. ,” She went down for a nap about 45 minutes ago and usually wakes up after an hour if you wanted to wait and meet her afterwards.”

“Yeah that would be great,” he responded with a smile. You put on a tv show and make small talk with Eddie when you hear a small voice calling for you in the other room.

“I’ll be right back,” You said as you left the living room. When you returned you had a toddler on your hip rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. He eyed you both and his heart swelled. You go to the kitchen and get Ellie a cup of juice and a pack of fruit snacks that she had been begging for since returning from the grocery store. You walk back into the living room and sit back down next to Eddie with Ellie sitting calmly in your lap. You switch the tv to a children’s channel and she takes interest in that.

“This is Ellie,” you say to Eddie. ,” Ellie, can you say hi to Eddie?”

“Hi ,” She responds shyly.

“Hi there,” Eddie responded smiling down at her.

“Fwuit snack?,” Ellie offered him some of the fruit snacks in her hand.

“Well how sweet of you to offer, thank you pretty girl,” Eddie said as he took a single fruit snack from her. She smiled and turned her attention back to the tv.

“I’m so happy you stopped by,” You said to Eddie as he popped the single fruit snack into his mouth. ,” Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat or drink? I just went grocery shopping and I have the good stuff.”

“Actually yeah I am pretty thirsty if you wouldn’t mind.,” He said. You set Ellie in the spot in between you and Eddie and got up to get him a coke and some chips. When you returned to the living room you see Ellie slowly climbing onto Eddie’s lap examining his hair.

“This is what yours can look like someday down the line,” He said to her quietly. She still had a little bit of residual tiredness in her and she plopped down onto Eddie’s lap and rested her head on his chest and continued to watch the tv. She mindlessly played with a strand of his hair while she watched her tv show. Your heart felt like it was going to explode. Ellie was usually pretty shy around new people, but she was already warming up to Eddie. I mean how couldn’t she, they both had the same likable personality. You walked into the room further and Eddie’s head moved towards you.

“Is this okay?,” He asked nervously as he pointed down to his daughter in his lap.

“Of course Eddie. She is your daughter.,” You respond to him. You hand him the Coca Cola and put the bag of chips on the coffee table.

“So how are you adjusting being back in Hawkins?,” He asked.

“It’s weird being back here after all this time. I have a job interview tomorrow with Robin’s aunt Jackie at her daycare at 1.”, You said.

“You’d be good at that. I’m not just saying this because you have a kid yourself now, but you’ve always been good with children.”, He responded.

“Thanks Eds. I’m hoping that they don’t mind if I bring Ellie with me since it is a daycare.”, You chuckle.

“Well, not to overstep its completely your decision, but I can always hang out with Ellie tomorrow for a little bit during your interview. I’m off and Wayne will be home too, and he has more experience with children than I do obviously. He does want to meet her, whenever you’re ready for that. Again no pressure.,” He stumbles nervously. You think about it for a moment.

“I say as long as tonight goes well and Ellie is okay with it, then I am okay with it. ,” You reply. You talked with Eddie some more and before you knew it, it was already time for you to start on dinner. ,”Are you okay hanging out with her in here while I make some dinner? You can eat with us.”

“Yeah totally,” Eddie responded without looking at you, getting invested in the children’s show with Ellie. You smiled to yourself and walked into the kitchen and started making one of Ellie’s favorites, spaghetti with meatballs and garlic bread. You also heated up a can of green beans in the hopes that she would eat some of them. As you finished up cooking, you got Ellie’s plate together and attached her booster seat to one of the dining table chairs. You set down a plate for you and Eddie as well. You walked into the living room and announced the dinner was ready. Ellie got down off of Eddie’s lap and ran into the dining room. You helped her up into her booster seat and fastened her in. She starting eating her cut up spaghetti and meatballs quickly and you chuckled to yourself.

“I went ahead and made you a plate, there are green beans in the pot up there if you want any,” you say to Eddie. Simultaneously, as if planned, Eddie and Ellie both make a disgusted face at the mention of green beans. ,” Wow, you two really are the same person.”

“No green beans mommy,” Ellie says making her sad eyes at you.

“Yeah, no green beans mommy ,” Eddie says with a chuckle.

“Ellie, if you eat 3 bites of green beans for mommy, I will let you have cookies after dinner. ,” you bribe your daughter. She gives you a look telling you that she’s contemplating that offer.

“I’ll eat 3 if you eat 3 kid,” Eddie responds.

“Okay, only 3,” she says as she holds up 3 little fingers. Eddie’s gets a little bit of green beans on his plate and they both eat the green beans with dramatic looks on their faces. You laugh to yourself as you eat dinner. After dinner, you get some cookies out for the 3 of you. Ellie’s energy level spikes up and so does Eddie’s as if they’re feeding off of each other.

“Hey babe, how would you feel if you hang out with Eddie a little bit tomorrow afternoon while mommy goes for a job interview?”, you ask Ellie as she and him play with her building blocks.

“Can I bring my blocks?,” She asks, looking between you and Eddie.

“Absolutely kiddo!,” Eddie’s says in response.

“Then I want to hang out with him mommy.,” She says matter-o-factly.

“Okay baby, its a plan then.”, you smile back at her. After everyone starts to settle down, you start to run a bath for Ellie and get her ready for bed. Eddie heads to your kitchen while you do this and starts washing your dishes. You take Ellie to what will be your room and set up her pack & play until you can get her a toddler bed. You lay in her and kiss her goodnight. She’s already falling asleep when you close the door to the dark bedroom. You exit the hallway into the kitchen and see Eddie finishing up the dishes in your sink.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you say quietly.

“It’s okay I wanted to help. ,” He said turning around to face you. You stare at him for a good minute taking in his features before you break the silence.

“Ellie is really excited to hang out with you tomorrow,” You say to him.

“I’m really excited to hang out with her, and Wayne will be excited to meet her.,” He says.

“I’m sure she’ll love him. Even though he probably isn’t very pleased with me now, I have always loved Wayne as a father figure myself.”, You respond.

“Wayne loves you Y/N, he always has. He’s not upset with you at all. He would love to see you again.”, Eddie responds.

“Well I will stop by your place a little early tomorrow to catch up with him if that’s okay.”, You say.

“Of course it is.”, he responds with a smile. You walk closer to him and give him a hug.

“I missed you so much Eds. Thank you for today. I really needed it. I thought I had lost you forever.,” You say to him quietly.

“You could never lose me,” He responds to you. You say your goodbyes for the night and get ready for bed. As you lay down you think about how great Eddie is and realize that you still had those same burning feelings for him that you did all those years ago, even more so now seeing him with your daughter. You had tried to date a couple times in Tennessee but it never amounted to anything. You now know why, you were still completely in love with your best friend.

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jadedanddark · 3 months

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I'm so curious now because I saw you leave a comment that your kid may be a chageling and I can not figure out if it's a joke. if it is I feel very silly. if not it would be really cool if you shared some stories (providing ur comfortable)

Changeling, witch, second sighted, whatever word you want to put on it, Childe is spooky. Some incidents in no particular order:

While a baby, cats would follow us around while we went walking in the stroller. TWICE the cats (different cats) just jumped straight into the stroller and went to sleep.

Childe finds treasure. All the time. We have found multiple gold chains, a diamond ring, a fake diamond ring, drugs, and cash.

This story which they related to me with such confidence and casual vibes that they definitely knew the story very well.

Had someone they referred to as "Ghost Friend" for awhile. I thought it was an imaginary friend but details kept popping up like "we should decorate and get a cake, Tyler said he never had a birthday party." When I asked for more about Tyler, Childe pointed to the apartments across from us and said "he's from there." We had never spoken to anyone from that building.

While on that, Childe once woke up and sat up saying, "Who's that?" While looking out the window. We live on the second floor of our building, there is no access to that window from outside.

Repeated my grandmother's dying words to me, which apparently they had heard in a dream. (To confirm I wasn't just trying to make my memory fit what words, I told to my mom, who got really quiet and alarmed looking).

Kid plays 4D gender chess and I cannot keep up. Not necessarily a fairy thing but might as well be.

I tell stories pretty frequently, and was once requested to hear repeated "the one about the girl in her long white dress who wouldn't leave." The story? Janet and Tam Lin.

So they're you have it. We've long ago just accepted our spooky kid gonna spook, and just take it as it comes. I love Childe so much I could pop, and if the Good Neighbors come asking for their baby back, they're not going to like the answer.

#anon ask #jd speaks #witch baby #changeling

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genericpuff · 1 year

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phew.

okay.

TW: death and funerals, lost loved ones

I'm back from the funeral, currently having breakfast with my mom before she goes back home again. I'm a little beat, this past weekend was definitely hard, but I'm glad I was able to be there.

Honestly, while the wake and funeral were difficult to get through, I think the hardest part is just continuing to exist knowing that she's gone. Amy was my great-aunt's daughter but she always treated me like one of her own growing up, she was like a second mom to my own mother and a grandmother to me. She was genuinely one of the sweetest people I've ever known, she radiated grace and warmth. Her life could be best descibed as "bittersweet" - she had kids incredibly young, at 16, but she still raised them into amazing people; she lost one of her sons to cancer about a decade ago, but still pressed on regardless knowing he was with her in spirit; she was diagnosed with cancer localized in her hip and fought her way into remission; her husband was in a motorbike accident not even a year ago, costing him his right leg, but she nurtured him through his recovery and did everything to ensure he could continue with his life in the best quality possible; every time she struggled in life, every time she was thrown a bad hand, she fought back with compassion, grace, empathy, and warmth.

We had assumed and hoped she still had another 10-20 years left, her mother lived to be 94 and her aunt (my grandmother) lived to be 83. Instead she died at 77, practically on the way out the door to her chemo appointment after her cancer had returned. She was always good about her health, ate well, exercised. Unfortunately she died to what doctors are assuming was heart failure. She didn't deserve to go that soon or in the way that she did - with plans still made, things to do, dreams to fulfill. The last thing she said to her husband before suddenly collapsing was "Just give me a second to put my face on." She had plans to celebrate her birthday with her daughter days later. She was just on her way out the door to go to an appointment. My mom had even tried to call her from work that very same morning just to check in - she was my mother's connection to that side of the family, everything that happened in her life would be highlighted by the thought, "I have to tell Amy."

It was a normal day. She was here, and then she was gone.

But that's life. It goes on. The people in it come and go. Life goes on, but our perceptions of it shift with the definition of "normal".

The hardest part is knowing she's not going to be there next time I visit. The hardest part is knowing her husband of 40 years will be going to bed alone. The hardest part is seeing her Facebook account wishing her a happy birthday two days after her passing, as if she were still here and reading the responses from those who don't even know what happened.

I'll be okay. But like all forms of grief, it will be here, coming and going in waves. I'll think I'm fine, that I'm "over it", and then I'll find myself crying all over again. Even now as I write this, I'm struggling to get through it without having to stop and breathe and let myself feel.

I'm horrified and upset she's gone, and I will be for a long time - but that sadness is proof she was here, proof she was a part of my life, and that I got to be a part of hers. And I couldn't be more grateful.

Rest in peace, Amy. I love you so much.

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mpregandproud · 1 year

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Isaac (Part 1)

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Life can change a lot in a very short time. I had a wife. A very orderly life. But it turns out that in an instant everything changed for me. What I thought would last forever vanished, never to return. I found myself lost, aimless... until Isaac appeared in my life. Let me tell you this story from the beginning.

It's safe to say that I've always loved women. In high school I was a very popular guy, and no girl could resist my charms. During the years I was in high school I dated all the girls. My friends and soccer teammates were envious of me. And it wasn't that I was a flirt. I didn't really have to do anything special.

My father, who is a very modern person for some things and very old-fashioned for others, always told me that I should be with a lot of girls. Whenever I introduced them to a girlfriend he always complimented me. It made them feel uncomfortable, also me deep down. My mother is more reserved. I know she would prefer that I had found a steady girlfriend and wasn't dating a different one every day.

I went to college to study computer science. Getting out of my hometown helped me meet new people, and that's when I met Sandra. A girl my age, tall, brown-haired, light-eyed and very self-confident. She had a very strong character, but I immediately fell in love with her. The crush was instantaneous. With her I could say that I finally found love. And, best of all, the connection was mutual. We loved each other.

That year I quit the college soccer team. I wanted to devote all my time to Sandra, go out with her, go to the movies together, take her out to dinner. Who would have believed it, the high school womanizer was such a romantic. Soon after we got engaged and that same summer we got married. We were very young, I know, but when your heart tells you to do something, you have to follow it.

When I told my mother it was the happiest day of her life. She had always dreamed of seeing me married and making her a grandmother. My father was not so enthusiastic about it, but I know that deep down he saw Sandra as a good woman for his son.

In the summer, when school was out, we got married in a tiny ceremony in Sandra's hometown. We invited a few family members, my parents and her parents, some cousins and a couple of friends. We didn't need anything spectacular, we just wanted to seal our love. It was the most beautiful day in the world. We were married. We were already husband and wife.

With the savings we had we rented a small apartment near the university. In the mornings we went to class and in the afternoons we worked to pay the rent. We never had many luxuries. We didn't need them. For three years that was our life, studying, working and, at night, loving. An idyllic life if you ask me. All day long we were together, we were inseparable.

But as I told you, life gave me a setback. Everything suddenly vanished. We were at the peak of our relationship when Sandra returned one day from her internship at a law firm with some papers in her hand. In tears she told me that our marriage was over, that she wanted a divorce. I was paralyzed, I never imagined that this could happen to me. I asked her for an explanation. "I have fallen in love with Peter, my boss. And, besides, I'm expecting a baby from him," she assured me. She had been unfaithful to me with her boss and was going to be a mom without me. The house of cards that was my life immediately collapsed.

She put the divorce papers on the kitchen table and made me sign them. I was signing it as memories of three years together and the many plans I had for our relationship came flooding into my head. In a matter of a few hours I went from being the man with the best relationship in the world to being divorced. Was I living a lie all this time? Was she really in love with me when she got married?

For the next few weeks it was impossible for me to go outside. I would just go to work and back. I didn't want to talk to anyone, just lay in bed, cry, watch sad movies and eat non-stop. I've always been a glutton, I was chubby as a child, and that's why I started playing soccer. In adolescence I grew a lot and gained muscle, it was part of my success with girls. It's true that since I stopped playing sports when I met Sandra I put on a little weight, but never as much as in those weeks. In just two weeks I gained 50 pounds from eating chips, ice cream and milkshakes all day. My life was miserable, divorced and with a beer belly that looked like I was pregnant.

One day my cousin Alfred called me. He has always cared so much about me. He is the member of my family with whom I have had the best connection. We shared our love of soccer and he was also a flirt. Alfred invited me to go to soccer with him and I said yes. I don't know why I said yes that time and not the 358 previous times he tried to get me out of the apartment. I think deep down I wanted to be in a stadium full of people where my misfortunes were not the main attraction.

I arrived at the stadium before Alfred. Not that he was ever very punctual, but that time he was so late that the game started without him being at the stadium. It was ten minutes after the start of the game when I get an SMS from him saying that he has met a girl and that he won't be able to come to the soccer with me. He must be a bastard. Damn it. I'm alone in a soccer stadium while my flirty cousin is with a girl he just met. And, if that wasn't bad enough, this whole situation reminded me that I was alone. I started to cry.

At that precise moment, the guy next to me turned and gave me a tissue to wipe my tears. I didn't know anything about him, but I accepted. I wiped my tears and saw the blond boy, with a strong gym body, deep voice and the bluest eyes I have ever seen in my life. He smiled at me and told me his name was Isaac.

He stopped paying attention to the game and started making conversation with me. He told me that he came to the games alone because his friends are not big into soccer. He told me that it was rare for a gay man to be a soccer fan. I told him that my plan was to go with Alfred, whom he knew from years of watching soccer side by side.

After the game he invited me for a beer at a bar near the stadium. We drank one, and then another, and then another. Isaac was an excellent talker, and for some unknown reason, this man telling his stories made me feel at peace. He told me he was a university professor and taught literature. He was barely 30 years old, a few years older than me. He had traveled to Europe and Asia, had been to many countries, liked to cook, read, listen to music and go to the movies. I felt as if I could talk to him about anything, he would understand me. At the end of the night he invited me to go with him to the next game and I accepted immediately.

For a few weeks I went with him to soccer. We were soccer friends. I felt more and more comfortable with him, more relaxed than I have ever been in my life. I told him the drama of my life and he gave me advice on how to get out of the pit. He also had some disappointment in love that was hard to overcome. During my bad streak I ate non-stop, in his case he started doing crossfit.

After a few months of dating regularly, he asked me if I wanted to live with him. He had a big apartment and his tenant had moved out. He had a spare room and thought of me to live with him. I had been paying the rent on my own for three months for the apartment I shared with Sandra. This invitation came at the perfect time. It seemed like the best possible idea to leave behind the last memory of my marriage to Sandra. It was what I needed to start a new life.

Living together was phenomenal from day one. We hit it off very well. We still went to soccer together, yes, but now we did almost everything together. We did the grocery shopping, ate dinner and watched TV together. He started helping me lose weight with some easy exercises that we did together as well. And, if that wasn't enough, he introduced me to his group of friends. I met Bruce, Ken, Tom and Justin, he called them “my family”. They were very close and saw each other all the time. From day one I felt very comfortable with them and they with me. They would make jokes and call me "Isaac's boyfriend".

I never took those jokes badly. I knew they were just that, jokes. But little by little something in my heart began to tell me that what I was looking for in Isaac was not friendship, it was something more. I began to see this man who saved me from depression with different eyes. I noticed more and more his body, his lips, his eyes or his ass. I stopped seeing Sandra in my dreams and started dreaming about Isaac. I was falling in love with him.

Is it normal for a person who has always considered himself straight to be attracted to his male best friend? My head was going to explode if I didn't do something. I had to get it out of my head.

One night, while we were watching a movie together I took the initiative. I gently grabbed his hand. He turned his head and looked at me. I knew from the look in his eyes that he was looking forward to it too. I didn't hesitate for a moment, took his face with both hands and gave him the most passionate kiss I have ever given in my life. The moment our lips came into contact, a feeling of peace ran through my body. I felt warm. I felt like I was in the place I was meant to be. Isaac made me feel complete in a way that none of the girls I had ever been with had before.

The kiss led us to the bed. Before I knew it we were undressing and lying on the bed. I, who had never had sex with a man before, experienced that moment quite naturally. My body was guiding me at all times. Everything was flowing.

We fucked non-stop for hours. My hands ran over every inch of his body and his tongue felt the taste of my skin. Since I had put on so much weight I had lost the confidence I always had in myself, but Isaac made me feel deeply desired and sexy. He played with my belly and my man boobs as I gasped endlessly. He finished on my cock, of course, giving me the best blowjob I've ever been given.

Then he turned me around and went to my ass. He asked me if I was sure and I, without hesitating, said yes, I wanted it to work, although I won't deny that I was a little afraid of my first time. He came inside me. I can't describe that feeling in words. A shiver ran through my whole body. My body trembled with pleasure. I had never felt like that before. Something in my head clicked.

Since that day we are no longer friends but boyfriends. We shared an apartment, hobbies and a relationship. We told his friends and they reacted quite naturally. My college friends took it very well too. "Before you were with Sandra I thought you were gay, and while you were with her I was convinced you were bisexual. I'm glad I wasn't wrong," said Ray, a guy who was also gay and who told me about gaydar or something like that.

Everything was going perfect until one day. While we were fucking, Isaac told me that my belly felt firmer than usual. I thought it must be from the exercise we were doing every afternoon. I felt more and more bloated and in the mornings I felt terrible. I would get out of bed every morning and run to the bathroom to throw up. Something was happening to me.

I made an appointment with the doctor and after asking me what was wrong, he made me lie down on the table and did an ultrasound. "Congratulations, there's nothing wrong with you. You're pregnant," he told me with a smile. "What, how could I possibly be pregnant if I'm a man?" I said very upset and scared. "Calm down. Pregnancy in men is a very rare occurrence. In the world there have been about a thousand cases at most, although in recent years the number has grown a lot. Some men, like you, are born with the ability to carry babies inside. When a man has sex with another man and has this ability that you have, it is possible for you to get pregnant," he said as he removed the gel from my belly. "In a few weeks I want you to visit a clinic that specializes in pregnancies, the doctor there will follow up on your pregnancy," the doctor said to end the appointment.

I left not knowing what to say. And the worst part was that I didn't know how Isaac would take it. We've never talked about having children. We've only been dating for a month and we're already going to be parents. And if all this wasn't enough, if I'm already feeling my belly swell, it's possible that more than one baby is growing inside me.

It's funny that my marriage ended because Sandra got pregnant by another man and now I'm pregnant by another man too.

To be continued...

#mpreg #mpreg story #pregnant man #pregnant guy #male pregnancy #pregnant #man pregnant #gay #Isaac

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