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Chapter Two: Wild Ride

Chapter 2 here we go!! We have so many things happening and I know you guys are excited for some of them to come! I'm really sorry it took this long to post, but I hope from the bottom of my heart that the wait was worth! Also I wanna give a huge shoutout and thanks to Andrea from @behindmygreyeyes for helping me proofread, you really don't know how much it means to me 🥹✨ Come talk to me after you read and tell me what you think! All the love 🤍 Mar

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Disclaimer: In no way do I wish to spread hate or negative opinions about any of the characters here depicted, this is just fiction and with the purpose of entertaining you guys

TW: Mentions of Sex, not too graphic but feel free to skip it

January 14, 2022 – February 13, 2022: Month One

January 17, 2022

Harry. New York City, New York. 12:30 PM.

It had been over a week since my family had left and I was proud to say we had been able to get into a routine. Pippa was growing too fast for my liking, but I swear I fell more and more in love with her everyday. She started to look so much more like her mumma. I am also very excited because we have the ‘all clear’ from our pediatrician to travel to London in a few days.

I have some work commitments and we both agreed that it would be nice for my family and some friends we have there to meet Pippa, so after a lot of planning on our end as well as on Jeff’s end, we had managed to fix a schedule. We will be leaving in five days and staying there until after Valentine’s Day.

I know I won’t tell Y/N this, but one of the reasons I am so excited to go to England is that we will be able to have either Gemma, or my mum babysit Pippa so I can take her out on a date, we were supposed to go on a date a few days ago, Ellie and Nate were supposed to babysit for us, but a winter storm had them stuck in Denver until further notice.

Upon hearing this, Richard had agreed to babysit for a few hours and after a lot of planning everything was set to go, until yesterday when he had tested positive for Covid. That left us where we are now, in a car waiting for Y/N to deliver a care package to her dad and ready to head home for the evening.

I was pulled from my thoughts when she opened the door and climbed on the back seat with Pippa, I smiled at her, “Hey, how did it go?” She removed her mask, put on some antibacterial and smiled at me, “Good, I just left in on the door and walked back, he looks good but was so bummed he couldn’t see this little bean before we leave”, she then cooed at the baby in her car seat

“I’m glad he’s okay, love”, I squeezed her knee before turning back and starting the drive back home. Once we got there, Y/N unbuckled Pip before handing her to me. I kissed her forehead before turning to look at my love, “I’ll get her ready for bed and I’ll meet you in the nursery afterwards, okay?” She nodded and kissed Pippa’s head before making her way to the living room.

I turned the lights on in the nursery and started humming to Pippa, “Let’s get you ready bunny”. I removed her knitted outfit and she let out a little whimper. “Oh no, no tears it’s okay yeah?” I changed her diaper and reached for the lotion since my little girl’s skin was pretty dry, and as I lathered her skin I started humming a song I had written for a special project, If I was a bluebird, I would fly to you, you'd be the spoon, dip you in honey so I could be sticking to you

After rubbing her body with lotion, I grabbed her long-sleeved onesie and tiny socks and once they were on, I grabbed the sleeper and dressed her up. “Look at you baby! You are the prettiest tiny baby, my heart!”. As I was brushing her hair, Y/N came in.

When she saw us, she smiled. I walked to meet her halfway and handed her Pippa. She started cooing before whispering to her, “Are you pretty hungry, tiny miss?” She kissed her head before turning to look at me, a mischievous look on her face. Before I could talk, she said to me, “Why don’t you go take a shower and I’ll come get you once you’re done”. I smirked at her “Why?” She laughed, “Just do it please?” I nodded and kissed her forehead and then Pippa’s and left the room.

I knew she would normally take up to forty minutes to feed and put her to sleep, so before jumping into the shower I checked some emails ranging from the special project I would announce soon, our trip to London and our trip to California for Coachella. About twenty minutes later, I went into the bathroom and got through my shower routine.

I was just finishing putting my laundry away when there was a knock on my door. I walked to open it and found her there. She had changed into some pajamas, face cleaned and a top bun on her head. She reached for my hand and gave it a squeeze before pulling me towards the living room. When we entered, I could feel a warmth fill me up.

She had hung up some fairy lights all around and dimmed the lights, there were pillows and blankets all over the floor. Two bowls of steamy alfredo pasta were set on the coffee table along with a basket of our favorite goodies and some hot chocolate. The perfect ending to this though was the snow that had started falling a few hours ago.

I turned and pulled her into a hug, I squeezed her and kissed her neck multiple times before pulling back. She smiled and said, “I know we were supposed to have another date, but we had to work with what we had”. I shook my head, “Baby this is way better than I could’ve hoped for, thank you”. She kissed my cheek and we sat down to eat.

While we ate, we pressed play on the movie she had chosen, which was Encanto because she was a Disney girl at heart. After the movie ended, I went and made some more hot chocolate and sat down next to her. One of my favorite things to do was talk to her about anything and everything.

“I wanna do something different.” I nodded while she continued to speak. “I want us to talk about what we did after we broke up and before you freak out, I think it is important in this new journey for us”. I sighed and gave her a smile. I said, “Are you sure?” She nodded and I cleared my throat before speaking up, “So, do you wanna go first?” She nodded her head.

“After Glenne picked me up from the house, we went into Whole Foods and bought some wine and dinner, then drove to Abalone Cove Shoreline Park. We sat on the beach and I cried for hours. I threw rocks as well as sand and cursed whatever I saw. After I finished, she dropped me at my hotel. I ordered some more champagne and some chocolate covered strawberries, and cried some more while watching the Mamma Mia movies before falling asleep”,

I kissed her cheek, she pulled back and shrugged her shoulders saying “I also paid with your card, Jeff sent it”. That had me laughing out loud before taking a deep breath, “How on Earth did I not find out, huh?” She gave me a childish smile, “That’s a secret we’ll never tell; how about you?” I cleared my throat before speaking up.

“After you left, I think I cried for a few hours, then… then I wrote you a song”. She sat up straighter, surprise written all over her face, “What?” I smiled, “Wanna listen to it?” She nodded and I stood up and grabbed my guitar before starting to play the song I had written to her. When I did, I could see the tears in her eyes which made my heart break. As soon as I was done, she pulled me into a hug before kissing the shell of my ear and whispering, “I love you, thank you”

“I love you more, and I know we still have to address the elephant in the room, but I’m still working with Patricia on it”. She shushed me, “Whenever you are ready, we will baby, there’s no rush”. I nodded and reached to pull her into my arms.

January 24, 2022

New York City, New York. 11:00 AM.

It was crazy to think that the last time I came to Betty’s office, I was still pregnant. Harry opened the door and we walked in. Randy smiled at us and said, “Hello you guys! Welcome! Oh, please let me see the baby!”. Harry and I smiled before stopping the stroller in front of her and pulling up the cover we had. She cooed before turning to look at us, “Good Lord she gets prettier and prettier each day!”

We laughed a little and turned to look at the door where Betty was coming out from. “There they are! Oh, it’s so good to see you three!” She hugged Harry and then turned to pull me into a hug before turning to see Pippa.“Well look at those cheeks! How are you, Miss Pippa?” She pulled back before turning to look at us, “Shall we?”

We nodded and followed her to her office. “So how have we been since the last time we spoke a few weeks ago?” Harry helped me remove my coat and sit down on the table, “It’s been good, we have been taking it pretty slow” She smiled while making her way to where I was. “That is pretty good”, she started taking my vitals and then helped me lay down so she could examine me.

“Has your bleeding stopped?” I nodded, “Last week” she nodded, “That’s okay, on average, new moms bleed from four to six weeks, so it doesn’t worry me. Everything is returning to it’s place and your uterus and cervix looks great”, I nodded, “How has breastfeeding gone?” I sighed, “It has been an up and down ride, there are days where feeds go great and others that leave us both crying”.

Betty frowned a little, “Are you pumping?” I nodded, “In between feeds” We moved to sit at her desk. I noticed Harry looking at me intently, I knew he would have something to say later on. Betty then cleared her throat and turned to look at me, “And… emotionally? How are you?”

I smiled and cleared my throat, “It has been a wild ride for sure, it has been a big adjustment, but honestly? I have not felt like I’m drowning”. I sniffled before reaching out to squeeze Harry’s hand, “He has been my anchor, and our families too; I mean I do feel some anxiety sometimes, especially when I think of her growing up”.

Betty smiled, “That’s normal darling, we all do, I remember with my babies I didn’t even leave my house for two months except for essential things”. I laughed, “Don’t get me started, that has me a little anxious?”, Betty gave us a questioning look, “We’re leaving for England in a few days, Harry has some work commitments and we’re visiting family”.

“Oh, how fun! It is normal for you to feel anxious, just please don’t keep it to yourself, like you said you have a tribe who will listen to you”. I nodded and felt Harry kiss my temple. She turned to my chart and started reviewing again. “Have you thought about birth control?” I nodded, “I wanted to know if I could go into the ‘minipill’? From my research I saw that it was the safest option while breastfeeding”. She nodded, “Oh absolutely, I will write a prescription for you”.

Harry and I nodded. “So the last thing to address, exercise and sex”. We both tensed at that and my heart leapt out of my chest. “I see no issue for you guys to engage in such activities, but please take it slow, I truly cannot express enough how important this is okay?” We both nodded before Harry squeezed my hand and spoke up, “I will take care of her, whatever her decision may be”. I turned to look at him and gave him an appreciative smile.

After Betty finished making notes she handed me the folder back and we said our goodbyes. When we left her office, we got into the car. I sat in the back with Pippa and once Harry sat down in the driver’s side, I reached to kiss his cheek. He turned and gave me a smile, “What was that for, huh?”. I shrugged, “Just because”. He nodded and turned back to start the car so we could leave to run our errands.

January 28, 2022

London, England. 12:30 PM.

The trip to London had been hectic to say the least. I never realized just how many things we actually needed to bring, that we could not buy in London. Once everything was packed, we made our way to Teterboro where we met Jeff, Tommy, and Harry L. because they were all traveling with us.

The flight itself had been pretty good, Pippa behaved like a champion and her father was the worst traveler of the group. After we landed in London, we made our way to Harry’s house. Both Anne and Gemma had already visited and helped us by getting us groceries and some meals since Pippa was having a bit of a hard time adjusting to the time change.

We had agreed that Harry’s family would meet Pippa once we traveled North for Harry’s birthday, but there was a visit that had me so excited, and that day had finally come. Florence Pugh, Gemma Chan, and I had bonded while H was filing ‘Don’t Worry Darling’ and stayed in touch since then. As of right now, they both were here in England getting ready to start some new projects, so we had agreed to have them come and meet Pippa.

As soon as I opened the door, I was pulled into a bone crushing hug by two of my closest friends, the three of us let out squeals of happiness and we swayed a little before pulling back. I moved and let both of our visitors come in, the girls having removed their shoes and coats, and we made our way to the living room.

Before we got there, Gemma piped up “Love where is your bathroom? I want to wash my hands before meeting the baby?”. Flo chimed in, “Yeah me too!”. I smiled and took them to the bathroom and let them know I would go to the kitchen to grab some things. Harry had helped me bring in the heavy stuff before going upstairs and getting Pippa up from her nap, so I just had to carry the teapot.

Gemma and Flo were standing in the living room looking at the photos Harry had displayed. They turned when I walked in and gave me a smile. “Come on sit down, do you want some tea?” The two of them nodded and took the seat on the loveseat closest to the window before Flo spoke up, “Can you please explain to me how the hell you look so hot after giving birth just one month ago?”

I laughed while Gemma nodded. I could feel my cheeks turn red before answering, “Breastfeeding, truly it is keeping me very occupied, and my pilates, little by little I have been able to get back to it”. Gemma nodded in awe, “Well darling you look amazing”. Before I could answer, Harry cleared his throat and the three of us turned to look at him and the little swaddled bundle in his arms.

Both Flo and Gemma gasped and squealed when they saw the baby before Flo screamed-whispered, “Look at that tiny baby!”. Gemma laughed before speaking up, “Look at that smile, there’s the proud dad!”. Harry handed me the baby before walking to where they were sitting and pulling them into a hug.

When he pulled back, he came to stand next to where I was and squeezed my hip. I cleared my throat before speaking up, “Ladies, there’s someone who is very excited, who wants to meet her aunts”. Before I could take a step to where they were sitting, Gemma put her hands up in a stop motion, “Wait! Let us put our mask on and some antibacterial gel”. Harry spoke up, “Hey, it’s fine if you don’t wear them”.

Flo scoffed before speaking up, “Of course we will, she’s a tiny baby and we have been with a lot of people, and sadly we’re not sure if everyone is vaccinated, I mean we are but I don’t wanna risk anything”. We both nodded and once they were ready they nodded. I walked to where they were standing and whispered, “Look Pip, these are your aunts; auntie Gemma and auntie Flo”.

Gemma reached to run a hand down her hair while Flo sniffled and placed her hands on her chest, “Look at her, she’s so beautiful, thank God she looks like her mumma”. That had Gemma and I laughing while Harry whined and pouted, “Come on Flo, I thought we were friends”. She shrugged her shoulders, “We are, but I need to speak the truth”. He scoffed, “Okay I’ll give you that”.

Gemma cleared her throat before whispering, “Can I hold her?” I nodded and transferred the baby into her arms. Gemma started swaying a little and cooed, “Hi Pippa, hi lovie, God look at you!” Flo was running her hand down her hair while also cooing, “I cannot wait until you’re old enough and I can take you to get a piercing”. Harry groaned again and Gemma and I laughed at her.

Gemma then motioned to Flo so she could let her hold the baby, Gemma carefully handed her Pippa and then came to give me a side hug before going to stand next to Harry. She turned and smiled, “I’m sorry to tell you pal, but she is all her mum’s beauty”. He shrugged his shoulders, “I cannot deny that”. She then gave him a small smile before telling him, “I’m proud of you Harry, of how much you have grown and who you are today”.

He sniffled before pulling her into a side hug and kissing her head, “Thank you Gemma, for being such a good friend even after everything that happened, I’m so happy my kids have you as an aunt”. Florence pipped in, “Kids?! Mate, you’re getting way ahead of yourself”. We all laughed at that before he turned to look at me, a sincere smile, “Just wait and see”.

Florence then spoke up, “Oh! Before we forget, we got the little miss a present”. She pulled out a box from her bag before handing it to me. I unwrapped it and found a box. I opened it and saw there was a little pendant with her initial engraved and on the back was her birthday. Gemma spoke up, “We know she is still small, so we thought of a gift she could grow with”.

I nodded and gave them both a teary smile, “Thank you girls, this is a gift I want for her to treasure forever”. Gemma handed Harry the baby and she made her way along with Flo to pull me into a group hug, and after a few seconds I heard them both whisper to me, “Congratulations mama”, “We are so proud of you”.

February 1, 2022

Harry. Holmes Chapel, England. 8:30 AM.

I was awakened by someone clearing their throat. When I groggily opened my eyes I smiled, my girls were standing there in front of me, Pippa in her arms, she was wide awake which led me to believe she had just fed her. “Well good morning, ladies”. Y/N handed Pippa to me and started walking back, “Wait I’ll be back in a moment”.

I nodded and sat up a little turning to kiss her little forehead, “Hi little Pip, what a great way to start my birthday huh?”. Y/N cleared her throat from outside the room and said “Can you close your eyes for a second?”. I laughed while closing them, a few seconds later she spoke again, “Are your eyes closed?”

“Yes, my heart, they are closed!”, A few seconds later I heard her come in and sing ‘Happy Birthday’. I opened my eyes and my heart started beating a thousand miles an hour when I saw her with a cake and a candle. She sat in front of me and as soon as she finished singing, she said “Wait wait! Before you blow let me take some pictures”.

I nodded, and after she was done, she said, “Okay then, close your eyes, make a wish, and blow your candle!”. I did as she asked me and blew out the candle and she gave a little cheer. I pulled her in and pulled her for a kiss. We pulled back and I brought her again before she whispered “Happy birthday baby”. I said “Thank you my love”.

She ran a hand down my cheek and said, “Your mom just finished preparing breakfast, shall we go down?” I groaned and pouted “I wanted to cuddle my girls”. She laughed and kissed my pout before saying, “We’ll cuddle after breakfast, yes? I’m so glad you convinced your mom to cater today’s food”. I laughed too before we both stood up and made our way downstairs to where my mum was finishing breakfast.

When she heard us come in, she gave me a big smile before speaking up, “There he is! Happy birthday baby boy!” I handed Pip to Y/N and pulled my mum into a hug, “Thanks mumma! I love you!”. We pulled back and my mum went to say hello to Y/N and Pip.

We all sat down to eat breakfast and talked about the plans for today. Y/N then cleaned the table while mum disappeared for a second and returned with a gift in her hands which she placed in front of me. “Mum you didn’t have to!”. She shrugged, “It’s nothing, just open it”. I pulled the lid off the box and reached in for the item which turns out was a polaroid camera. My mum spoke up

“I know this lovely lady has your old one, so I wanted to gift you one so you could have it with you always”, I smiled at her and pulled her for a hug, “Thank you mumma”. She kissed my cheek, “You’re welcome darling”.

February 1, 2022

Holmes Chapel, England. 12:30 PM.

I was pulled from my slumber by a tiny whimper coming from the travel cot at my bedside. Harry was cuddling me, so I carefully pulled out to grab Pippa. When I did, she started crying, “Oh hey, no need for that missy, I know you’re hungry, my boobs are making sure I know”, Anne had been so nice to bring one of her loveseats here so I could breastfeed, so I sat there to feed Pippa.

About twenty minutes into the feeding, I heard a pull of air and turned to see Harry waking up, he started looking around the room and smiled, “There they are! Hi, my loves”. “Hello birthday boy, how was your nap?”. He stretched and laid down again, “It was good, but I missed you guys”. I smiled at him then I remembered something.

“Hey, there are two packages inside my suitcase, could you please grab them?” He nodded and went into the closet. When he came back, he was trying so hard to keep a straight face but was failing miserably.He placed the gifts on the bed before making his way to where I was finishing feeding Pippa and setting her up for a burp. “I thought we had agreed on no gifts missy”.

I shrugged my shoulders and told him “It’s your birthday, you deserve to be pampered, and the truth is one is mine and the other is from your little girl”. He kissed the back of her head and my forehead before going to sit on the bed. “Which should I open first?” I pointed to the square box and he nodded and started unwrapping it.

“That one is from Pip”. He smiled and removed the paper as he he pulled out a personalized book from Pippa. I could see him tear up and looked up at me, “Baby…” I smiled, “That way, you two can have your special bedtime story book”. “I cannot wait to read it to her, thank you”. He walked to where we were sitting and kissed me.

“I’m glad you loved it baby”. He then made his way back to the bed and grabbed the other gift. When he opened it, he pulled out a box full of vouchers I had made for dates, massages, dinners, kisses, and more. He laughed and turned to look at me, “When can I start redeeming them?”, “Hm, when we return to London”. He groaned, but nodded.

I stood up and started swaying with Pippa. He came and hugged us telling me“Thank you for my gifts baby, I love them so much”. I kissed his lips, “I’m glad you do”. I turned to see the time and sighed, “We better start getting ready, everyone will be here in about an hour”. He groaned but nodded, “Are you ready for them to meet her?” I nodded excitedly, “Especially Thea and Ella”. He smiled, “Me too love”.

February 1, 2022

Harry. Holmes Chapel, England. 4:30 PM.

I was pretty thankful that this birthday I had all of my family here with me to celebrate. The food mum had ordered was delicious and everyone was so happy to meet Pippa. I was currently seated on the floor playing with Thea while Ella was holding Pippa. She turned to look at me and gave me a smile.

“I cannot believe that just a few years ago we were joking about coming to your mum’s house for Christmas with our babies and we are here now”. I laughed, “I know, still feels like a dream huh?” She nodded, I turned to look at Thea who gave me a gummy smile, “Oh look at that smile! You are gorgeous darling!”, Ella smiled, “And this lovie! I’m so impressed by how much she looks like her mumma.”

We sat there for a few minutes in silence just cuddling the babies before Ella spoke up again, “I’m proud of you H; you chose a great woman to be your partner.”, I gave her a smile, “Just like you and Ryan”, I reached to squeeze her knee, we both turned to the door where Gemma entered carrying a cake while my family started singing ‘Happy Birthday’.

After they were done, I blew out the candles and my mum started cutting the cake, sharing a piece with everyone. I sat down next to where Y/N was sitting talking with my auntie Dee who was holding Pippa. She smiled at us, “She really is a beauty Harry, oh I cannot wait until you two get married!” We both laughed before I squeezed her hip before answering my aunt, “Soon Aunt Dee”. Y/N kissed my cheek in reassurance before answering, “All in due time”.

February 1, 2022

Holmes Chapel, England. 8:45 PM.

After we said goodbye to the last guests, I went into the kitchen where Anne was waiting for me. She made sure Harry was not near before she pulled out a wrapped gift from the cabinet and handed it to me, “Here darling, everything is ready for you guys”. I smiled and grabbed the gift, “I really cannot thank you enough”.

She shrugged her shoulders, “You guys deserve a night off, and I am really excited about having one-on-one with my babe”. I reached in and pulled her into a hug, “We’ll see you tomorrow, yes? Please if you need anything call us, but milk is pumped and measured for you, and I left everything you might need out”. She squeezed my arms, “We’ll be okay, and you guys will be a fifteen-minute drive away”. I nodded and jumped a little when I heard someone clear their throat.

I turned and smiled when I found Harry standing there, “What are you ladies up to huh?”. I smiled and while Anne excused herself Harry made his way to me. He pulled me into his arms, settling his hands on my lower back and kissed my lips before speaking up, “Hi lovie”. I laughed and then whispered to him, “Hi birthday boy”.

He pouted his lips and squeezed my love handles, “Heeey”., I laughed and kissed his chest, “Hi love”. He gave me a boyish grin before reaching down to pull me into a kiss. Before we could get carried away, I pulled back, which he was not happy about and he started blowing raspberries on my neck.

I was laughing so hard but managed to tell him in between laughs, “Wait! Wait! I have one last birthday present for you!”. He pulled back, a soft smile decorating his face, “You didn’t have to, you have given me so much already”. I shrugged my shoulders, “It’s your birthday, and I wanna make up for the birthday I missed”. I grabbed the box which was on the counter next to me and handed it to him. “Open it”.

He smiled and unwrapped the little gift and came across a box. When he pulled off the lid, he found a key and grabbed it, “Did you buy me a house?”. I shook my head, “Not really, but I did get us a place for the night, just you and me”. There was a twinkle in his eyes I hadn’t seen in a while. He leaned and whispered, “Will I need my birthday suit?” My heart started beating so fast at his comment before whispering to him, “Maybe…”

I kissed the shell of his ear and walked away to the living room so I could cuddle Pippa, who was lounging on her bouncer. Before we left, I picked her up and started swaying while kissing her head. A few seconds later, Harry came into the room and pouted when he saw Pippa. He came to where we were standing and ran a hand down her head.

“Are you okay leaving her?” I nodded, “We need some time for us H, she has been the center of our Universe for the last two months”. He nodded and smiled at his mom, who had just walked into the living room. He pulled her into a hug, “Thank you mum”. Anne hugged him back and kissed his cheek before pulling back, “You guys deserve this, Pippa will definitely be okay yes?”, I nodded and turned to look at Harry and gave him a reassuring smile.

Harry asked “Can I hold her?”, I nodded and handed the baby to him, who immediately cuddled into his chest, her favorite place. He smiled and swayed a little before kissing her head and telling her, “Please be on your best behavior for Nana yes? Mumma and Daddy will be back before you notice it, but if you miss us too much just tell your Nana and she’ll give us a call.” Anne and I let out a laugh, God this man was very much in love with his baby.

He then handed her to me and turned to hug is mom bye, while I squeezed Pippa a little before whispering to her, “I’ll miss you sweet girl, I’ll see you tomorrow, yes?”. When Harry and Anne pulled back she made her way to me. I handed her the baby and she pulled me into a side hug, “Enjoy yourselves darling, we’ll be fine”. I nodded and kissed her cheek before making my way to where Harry was standing, I pulled the overnight bag from the closet and we left the house before we both cried.

February 1, 2022

Harry. Holmes Chapel, England. 9:10 PM.

When we closed the door, my heart started racing with excitement. I was so thankful for all the surprises I had gotten today, but this topped pretty much everything. As I was about to get into the driver side Y/N pulled me to the passenger side. I obliged and smiled at her, “You’re driving huh?”

She smiled and nodded her head, “You just have to relax and let me do my thing okay?”, I smiled at her, she then grabbed a blindfold from her pocket and turned to look at me, “May I?”. I nodded and she carefully came over to where I was seated., I put my seatbelt on and once I was settled she placed the blindfold on me. Before she pulled back she placed a kiss on the corner of my lips.

I whined a little and she laughed before I interrupted her, “Stop teasing!” She squeezed my arm, leaned into me and whispered to my ear, “Don’t worry, there’s so much more from where that came from.” I shuddered and sat up a little straighter while I heard her make her way to the driver’s side.

She turned on the car and when the radio came to life I smiled, “Is this our playlist?”She hummed in agreement, “It is baby, thought we could make our fifteen-minute drive a little bit more entertaining, what do you think?”,“I love it, I love you.” She reached for my hand and gave it a squeeze, “I love you more.”

The ride itself went really fast. Once she parked the car and turned off the radio, I heard her get out the door, and a few seconds later I heard her come to my side. She opened the door and removed my seatbelt before helping me get out of the car. Once I was out, she closed the door and made her way to the boot to grab the overnight bag.

I heard a thud which meant she probably had dropped the bag before squeezing my arms, “Okay, you ready?” I nodded eagerly and she laughed as she removed my blindfold, I waited for a second before I opened my eyes and was in awe at the little cottage in front of us. I turned to see my girl and gave her a smile, “Where did you find this?”

She shrugged before answering, “I have my secrets.” I laughed and pulled her into a hug before whispering, “Thank you my love.” She squeezed me before pulling back, “Come on, there is more inside.” I grabbed her hand and scoffed when she did not let me help her with the overnight bag. We stopped at the front door and she nudged me to open and go inside.

My heart was beating so fast, I truly did not know what to expect. I opened the door and immediately smiled at the sight, the cottage was lined up with fake candles and sunflower bouquets. I continued to walk inside and stopped at the kitchen where I found a little banoffee pie with a candle.

It was then that I noticed that the living room was filled with balloons that had pictures of me with all my favorite people, including her and Pippa, and in the middle of the room I found a book addressed to me. I kneeled down and started tearing up when I realized there were letters from people in my life, friends from high school, people from my One Direction times, my filming crew and some cast mates, a drawing from Otis and Daisy, and at the end my closest friends which included letters from all four boys.

As I was looking, I furrowed my brows when I noticed that Y/N had not written me anything, but just before I could ask her why, I saw that the last page had gotten stuck and when I turned I let out a sob when I found three of my favorite pictures of all time, I had taken it when we were at the hospital when Pippa was born, one of my girls snuggling in the very early hours of the morning, the last one was of the first belly pictures she had ever sent me, which had also been my lock and home screen until Pippa was born.

And the third one, a picture of us cuddling on the couch, with our hands resting on her belly. I remember I took it just a few days before Pippa had made her arrival, and back then I swore I could never ever love the woman laying with me more than I did, turns out I was wrong. I smiled when I found her handwriting, I knew she wasn’t a big writer, but her message conveyed everything I knew she wanted to say: Thank you for finding your way back to me <3

When I turned and stood up I started tearing up again when I saw her standing there with the cake and candle turned on, she started singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to me once more and once she was done, I laughed and leaned down to blow the candle, I pulled her in for a kiss before I felt her smear some of the whipped cream on my cheek.

I nuzzled myself into her neck making sure that my cheek full of whipped cream was rubbing her, and God I swear her laugh could make even the angriest man laugh. “Stop! H, please stop!” I kissed her neck and pulled back a little before smiling at her and reaching to peck her lips. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, before gaining her momentum again and saying, “Shall we eat this pie?”

I nodded in agreement, and although I did want to eat the pie I knew that was not what she wanted to tell me, but I would respect her and wait until she was ready to say what she wanted to say. I sat down on the chair and pulled her into my lap, “Thank you baby, I loved the book”. She smiled while eating her pie and feeding me some. She swallowed and then answered, “You deserve it H”.

She suddenly stood up and went into the little fridge and pulled out a bottle of non-alcoholic wine before coming back to me. I asked “We’re doing it out of the bottle?” She nodded and smiled, she then offered me the bottle before giving me an apprehensive look, “I’m sorry it’s not alcoholic, I know- “

I shushed her by placing a finger on her mouth to silence her, “Baby don’t apologize, I know how much breastfeeding means to you, and I wouldn’t ask you to pump and dump just because of my birthday.” She nodded, a small appreciative smile on her face before encouraging me to take a sip, which I did. We passed it back and forth, and as we drank our wine and ate our pie I could feel something in the atmosphere shift.

While I was dishing the last of her pie, she cleared her throat and I turned to give her a smile. When I ran a hand along her thigh, she had that look again, and I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it meant, but this time her look did not falter. “Do you remember when we went and saw Betty?” I nodded, “Yeah, about a week ago, why?” She was playing with her fingers before she answered me, “Do you remember what she said about…us?” Ahh, so this is where she was going huh? Maybe I’ll tease her a bit.

I nodded, “I do baby, she said you were doing so well with your recovery and that she was happy to see you.” She nodded, “Yeah, and what else did she say?” I pretended to ponder for a moment before turning to look at her, a serious expression in my face, “That was all wasn’t it?”, I could see her start to blush while she whined and hid herself in my neck.

I laughed and kissed her cheek before whispering to her, “I know what else she said, I just wanted to make you sweat baby.” She pulled back while imitating me and then wrapped her arms around my neck before kissing my nose and speaking up, “You think you’re so funny huh?” She kissed my nose again before sitting straighter and clearing her throat, I could tell she was nervous, and for some reason I started to feel nervous too.

“In all seriousness, and addressing the elephant in the room”, I nodded and squeezed her hip letting her know I was listening to her, “Six weeks are up”, I nodded, “And... well we have gotten in between second and third base so far yeah?” I chuckled and nodded. She sighed before continuing, “What if… what if I told you I was ready for a home run?” My heart started beating so fast and I took a deep breath before speaking up.

“Baby…” She placed her finger on my lips, “I know where you are heading so let me reassure you; no, it is not just because it is your birthday, I genuinely want you to make love to me, I trust you enough to know you will take care of me.”

I squeezed her hips. “Baby this is like your first time all over again.” She nodded, “And I want it to be with you.” I was still apprehensive, I knew how important this was for her and truly, I did not feel like I deserved to be the one it happened with. She kissed my temple before whispering into my ear, “I know what you are thinking, you do deserve it baby, I would always choose you, my best friend, baby daddy, love of my life.”

She pulled back and gave me a smile, there was something in her look that made me feel like butterflies were roaming my belly, something that screamed I love you, I trust you. After a few moments I nodded, “Are you completely sure?” She laughed, “Man, if I knew how hard it would be for me to undress you I wouldn’t have asked.” We both laughed before I grabbed her face and squeezed her cheeks to get her attention.

“I’m sorry, I just really want for you to be sure, I feel honored you want this with me baby, and yes, I promise I will take care of you.” She nodded before reaching to kiss me and after a few seconds she pulled back before whispering to my lips, “Take me upstairs?”, I hoisted her up by her thighs and as we continued to kiss, we started making our way upstairs, but not before making sure the door was locked.

I put her on her feet when we got upstairs, I was in awe, the room was full of candles, the air had a smell of citrus which reminded me of our trip to Sorrento when it suddenly dawned on me and I pulled back, “Wait… is this the scent the hotel in Sorrento we stayed in used?” She gave me a cheeky smile and nodded her head, “You know what happened in Sorrento, I thought we could relive old happy memories.”

I smiled while shaking my head, “You are something else baby, God, I love you” I walked to where she was standing and kissed her, then I pulled her into a hug and while she nuzzled into my neck. I told her again “Thank you for trusting me with this baby, I promise it will be special.” She pulled back and gave me a small smile, her eyes were full of fear and her hands were trembling, if she could hear and feel how fast my heart was going, she would be so surprised.

February 1, 2022

Holmes Chapel, England. 10:05 PM.

My hands were shaking, and my heart was beating about a thousand beats per minute. He reached to grab my hands and brought them to his lips, “Baby, you’re shaking so much, we really don’t have to do anything if you don’t feel comfortable or ready.”, I smiled and shook my head, “I want to, it’s just my nerves talking.”

He gave me an apprehensive nod and a smile, “We can stop whenever you feel like it, okay? I’ll go slow.” I smirked, “I should be the one undressing you, it’s your birthday after all.” He laughed, grabbed my face and kissed it, “Well, the birthday boy wants to be the one who undresses you.” I smiled and nodded.

I let out a shuddering breath., hHe pressed his forehead to mine and nudged his nose with mine before whispering, “Hey, it’s just me my love.”, I nodded and reached for his lips, and while we kissed, he pulled my sweater off my torso and I thenI reached to remove his coat, not caring where it fell.

While he ran his hands down my body, I started unbuttoning his shirt. Once I finished, I pulled it off his shoulders while and he removed the tank top I had been wearing today. I got so nervous I pulled my hands over my body, but he kissed my forehead and removed my arms, and told me “You’re gorgeous and I’m obsessed with your body baby, don’t hide it.” He patted my thighs which I took as a sign to jump into his arms while he walked us back to the bed.

He laid us down and started placing feather soft kisses on my neck while I played with his little curls. The familiar feeling of trust was finally starting to settle in, I felt him reach to pull down my leggings. I pulled one of my hands from his hair to try and unbuckle his pants, and before we knew it all of our clothing had been discarded.

Both of us sat up and were panting, looking into each other with eyes full of lust and love, and an appreciation for being able to find us again. Harry placed his hand on my cheek, and I did on his chest, which God I had forgotten was my weakness. His eyes were so ever reassuring, wanting to have my permission before doing anything else. I nodded and reached to pull him into a kiss, and when he squeezed my side I opened my mouth and moaned when I felt his tongue slip in.

His hands started caressing all the dips and valleys of my body, while his lips never left my face and neck. A squeeze to my thighs had me turning to look him in the eyes, lust written all over them and a question of whether he should continue or not, when I nodded, he started kissing his way down my body to where I craved him the most.

With rolling eyes and a panting chest I welcomed the haze and euphoria he had managed to vest upon me. Soft sultry whispers of his name fell off my lips, a squeeze to the hand he had pressed in my direction wanting to remind him how good it felt and how much I trusted him. I really did not know how much time had passed, the burning was growing bigger and bigger by the second until it had me arching my back and screaming his name as I let myself go.

And as the haze disappeared along with the newfound lightness, I felt him kiss my belly before I looked down and gave him a lazy smile. Oh how I had missed this feeling, the feeling only he knew how to give me. I leaned on my elbows and gave him a smile, still panting and trying to hold on to this feeling before he spoke up, “Still got it huh?” I laughed and nodded, “I swear it was even better than before.”

I pulled him up by his hand and we laid down next to each other, words would never be enough to describe the love I felt for this man. He nudged his nose with mine as a way of making sure I was still okay. I nodded and kissed his lips before pulling back and resting his forehead with mine. hHe caressed my hair while I played with the little curls that fell at the back of his head, hoping that I was able to convey everything I was feeling right in that moment.

I love you, I missed this, I missed us

He started placing pecks all over my face, and that was enough for me to understand what he was trying to say

I love you too, I missed us, I missed you more than life itself, I’ll always take care of you

If there was something I loved, it was seeing Harry blissful and happy, just like we are now. I started kissing his neck and shoulders before kissing his chest. I swung a leg over his torso and settled there, his hands reached to squeeze my thighs, a lazy, sexy smile adorning his face. I kissed his temple, then turned to his lips, chin and below his ear.

As his breath quickened, I continued to place some kisses on his chest, pecks, over the butterfly that adorned his belly while also slithering down to settle in between his legs; once I saw the ferns, I took my time loving them before moving to the tiger which I had honestly missed so much. His moans were increasing in volume and his hands were searching for something to hold on to before finally settling on the comforter.

And as his abdomen contracted, I could see his face start turning red, sweat dripping down his temples and more soft moans falling from his mouth, moans that increased in volume and were accompanied by my name and his favorite nicknames, until suddenly it all stopped and his sigh of relief was the only thing I could hear. A triumphant smile decorated my face while I straddled him again and kissed his nose before asking him, “Hey, you still with me?” A lazy smile all over his face before nodding and answering in a hoarse voice, “You are trying to kill me”

The stamina was still going strong, and the desire had only grown, and as I caressed his curls, I felt his hand roam all over my torso, heart rate slowly rising and sweat starting to fall in the dip of my back. As he laid kisses on the crevice between my neck and chest he blew a raspberry. I laughed, and a second later his laugh met mine.

He settled his hand on my hip giving it a squeeze hoping to get my attention, I turned to see his face adorned with a smile, silently asking for my permission to allow his hand continue south down my body. I placed a kiss on his chin before nodding, his fingers swiftly moving along, silent moans exiting my lips.

I closed my eyes and colors exploded behind my eyelids, the mix of his fingers moving, the spark that we both shared combined with the anticipation had me squeezing his bicep and leaving fingernail imprints on his skin. My loud moans and terms of endearment filled the vast room until all of a sudden, I could only see white.

We laid there in silence for a few before I cleared my throat and whispered, “Harry?” He hummed, “Yes, my love?” He turned to look at me, I nudged his nose with mine before whispering to his lips, “Make love to me” He gave me the sweetest smile and nodded, “You don’t even have to ask”, and before I could react he had pulled me to a straddle in his lap and was now lovingly kissing my chest and collarbone, a tingling overtaking my feelings before he stopped and turned to look me in the eye.

“We’ll stop whenever you feel like it okay?” I nodded and he started kissing my neck, ear and cheeks, before stopping on my lips and whispering, “I love you” All of a sudden, the connection, feeling and warmth that I had missed and was also terrified of experiencing again was there, but God I had been so wrong, this felt so right for both of us. Both of our pants and moans intertwined with the warm light decorating the room.

As we tried to find a rhythm there was laughter, there was a clumsiness that came from the nerves we both had and the desire to please each other to the best of our capabilities; and all of a sudden there was bliss, stolen kisses and whispers, there was thrill and excitement, there was surprise with the laughter, there were memories and above all there was love, there was a recognition of the love we shared and the reminder that this love had given us her, the one who held our heart.

As my heartbeat raised and the burning and eagerness grew, and as we both started panting even harder, there was a need, a climb to reach the highest point possible. Harry turned to me and desperately whispered, “Whenever you’re ready my love.” I nodded and started kissing his neck, and just like the last time, there was a release, a relief full of happiness and bliss. I am not sure how long we laid there cuddling, my head over his heart listening to the beating slow down, his hand running down my arm.

A recognition shared between us through love in our eyes and relaxed smiles. This was so worth the wait, I would wait for you forever.

After we were both calm, he turned to look at me and whispered, “Forever and always?” I smiled and pulled him for a kiss before pulling back a little and whispering to his lips, “Always and forever.”

February 2, 2022

Harry. Holmes Chapel, England. 7:35 AM.

A tickle in my nose pulled me from my slumber. I opened my eyes to find my love sleeping with her head resting where my heart was and her hand tangled with mine, and for a few moments the only thing I could do was stare at her.

She was beautiful, she was light, she was magic, she was more than I ever could hope for in a partner, and everything I would ever need and more. As we laid there, I took the opportunity to study her, she was the same girl I fell in love with four years ago, but now she had some eye bags that came along with the territory of being a new mum.

Her freckle I loved to kiss was still there, she had some wrinkles but against popular thought she got them from laughing rather than aging, her hair was changing like crazy from postpartum loss and new growth. I wanted to let her rest so I quietly got out of bed and made my way downstairs, where I started brewing some coffee and sat down to sip it while watching the morning roll in the field behind the cottage.

It was crazy to think how different this birthday had been from last year. Yes, I did celebrate with friends and Olivia, but my family missing it was a huge downer; and truthfully, I was still grieving my breakup with Y/N. It was around that time Patricia and I started working on how those feelings affected me.

If you would have told 27-year-old me that this birthday he would have spent it cuddling the love of his life and their teeny tiny baby girl he would’ve laughed, because how on Earth would the woman who broke his heart in an effort to mend her already broken heart forgive him? And especially agree to raise a baby with him? Nah that was surreal to even think about, but then again, here we are.

I was pulled from my thought when I felt a pair of arms hug me from behind. I smiled and placed my cup on the table before pulling her arms so she could sit with me. Ipecked her lips multiple times before muttering against them, “Good morning my love.” She smiled before replying, “Good morning, slept well?”

I nodded and continued to peck her lips, while getting ourselves comfortable so that we could cuddle for a bit. She had brought a blanket with her for us to be warm.After a few seconds of silence she started laughing. I turned and gave her a questioning look, but she started getting bashful before replying, “I just remembered I had another surprise for you for yesterday, but I was so nervous I forgot.”

I laughed and kissed her neck before muttering, “Maybe you can show it to me now??” She laughed and shook her head, “Nah, I think I’ll let the anticipation grow”, I rolled my eyes but nodded. We settled again for a little but there was something in her eyes, a thought that was troubling her.

“Baby? You okay?” She nodded her head and sighed, “Can I ask you something?”, I nodded, “What does home mean for you?”, I pondered a little before answering, “You and Pippa, the thought of coming home to you too every single day”. She nodded and then asked, “Is there any place that makes you think of home?”, I answered “You two, I truthfully could be in London, New York, LA or China for all I know, but if you two are with me everything will be okay, why?”

She sighed and turned to look at me, “It’s just that I’ve been thinking about it a lot, about what home means to me and where do I see my home, and much like you, home is Pippa and it’s you, it’s knowing that at the end of the day you two are with me, but a home also means community, means having a support system.”

She gave me sad smile before continuing, “We don’t have that in New York H, yes my family lives there but they all have their life, and the times you need to be away for work will start the need for the support system will be greater.” I squeezed her hip, “What are you saying baby?” She shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know, maybe… maybe we could think about moving… back here?”

I sat up a little, “To Holmes Chapel?” She shook her head, “Maybe London? I know you have work to do in the city and Gemma lives there and we have friends, and your mom is also close”. I cleared my throat, “What about LA?” She shook her head, “I don’t wanna raise Pippa there, where paparazzis lurk in every corner.” She had a point, London was the place I was papped the least, if anything it was fans who would ask for pictures and it would be easier to ask them for privacy.

“I though you loved New York baby?” She gave me a melancholy smile, “I do, I love it with all my heart, but my heart has another person whose safety and wellbeing comes first, she deserves stability, having family close by, being able to go to a park without the fear of getting papped”, I nodded.

Before I could answer she spoke up, “It’s just something to think about, yes? We don’t have to make a permanent decision over it”. I nodded, “Yeah, we have all the time in the world.” She gave me a passionate kiss before pulling back a little and muttering, “We do.”

February 13, 2022

London, England. 22:30 AM.

Pippa was turning two months old today and I was in denial. How can my baby be so big already? Time needed to slow down a little please. To celebrate, Harry and I had decided to go out for Sunday brunch at The Mandrake, and afterwards we would go to the British Museum.

Brunch was amazing and now we were making our way to the museum when we stopped at Whittard so I could buy some tea. Harry following behind me with Pip asleep in the carrier, smelling all the teas. After making our way to the cashier, he paid for my tea, his excuse? A gift for being a mom for two whole months.

I laughed and kissed his cheek, “Thank you baby.” He kissed my forehead, “You’re welcome my heart.” We left the cashier and started making our way to the exit. As soon as we did, I crashed into someone and almost went tumbling when a hand stopped me.

When I got my footing back and let Harry know I was okay, I turned to see the person with whom I had crashed. Oh boy was I in for a surprise, “I’m so sorry I was not looking where I was- Mathew?” He stood up straighter, still as tall and handsome as I had remembered, but having aged a little and looking pretty surprised, just as I was before he muttered, “Birdie?”

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Human Touch ~ Chapter Three

Summary: Frerin Durin had the perfect life, until he found out his wife was cheating on him. Now, he’s navigating uncharted territory as an about-to-be divorced single dad. Dating is a mess, he’s dealing with the fallout where his kids are concerned, and really, he would just love a vacation away from all of it.

Elena Madison is new to Sidleburg, new to the history department at the high school, and also navigating life as a newly single parent. The last thing she needed was for her daughter to come down sick, when she hasn’t even had time to unpack the moving boxes, never mind find a pediatrician. And the last thing she ever expected was to meet a man like Dr. Frerin Durin…

Neither Elena nor Frerin were looking for anything, but fate has a way of messing up even the best laid plans. However, both have been hurt and both aren't at all sure they trust themselves, never mind trusting someone else...

Pairings: Modern!Frerin x ofc Elena Madison

Characters:Frerin, Elena, Alyssa

Warnings: None

Rating: T

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“Mom?”

“I’m up, peanut,” Elena mumbled sleepily, lifting her head to squint at the clock. Nine-fifteen. Tuesday? Wednesday? She had no idea.

Tuesday. Definitely Tuesday. They’d come home from the ER only a few hours earlier and Alyssa had fallen right back to sleep while Elena had to call into work to leave word a substitute needed to be brought in for her. Hopefully Sidleburg High would be understanding about her calling out despite her having only been there a few weeks.

Now, she squinted up at her daughter. “Alyssa? What’re you doing out of bed, honey?”

“I made you some coffee.”

Elena rolled over to see Alyssa on the far side of her bed, setting a steaming cup on the bedside table. “Feeling better?”

Alyssa nodded. “My fever broke around seven. Now I’m just stuffed up and coughing.”

“Well, that’s good.”

“I’m sorry you had to take me to the ER.”

“Don’t be sorry. Like Dr. Durin said, better safe than sorry.” She sat up and smiled. Alyssa still looked pale, with dark circles beneath her equally dark eyes. But while her eyes looked almost like black opals, her hair was blonde, like her dad’s. “You should lie down.”

“I will. I’m going to set up on the couch, so I can watch a movie.” Alyssa smiled. “You know, I’ve been thinking.”

“Oh, no…”

“Mom!”

“Tell me what you were thinking, peanut.”

“Well,” Alyssa sank gingerly onto the edge of the bed. “Dr. Durin was really cute. And he seemed really nice. And we really should think of a reason to go back there and you can talk some more with him.”

“Stop trying to play matchmaker, Alyssa.”

“Why? Dad’s not wasting any time, so—”

“Alyssa.”

“It’s true, Mom, and you know it. Like I said, a doctor would be a great rebound fling.”

“Rebound fling?” She reached for the coffee. Cinnabon. With just the right amount of half and half and sugar.

“Yeah. Rebound fling. The guy who makes you happy you married an asshole.”

“Alyssa.”

“Sorry, Mom. That just slipped out.”

“Let’s not let it slip out again, okay? Although, you’re not wrong.”

Alyssa smiled, then stretched to pluck a tissue from the box on the dresser to blow her nose. “Anyway, it would kill Dad if you landed a doctor.”

“I’m not looking to land anyone or anything, Alyssa. So, stop trying to fix me up with a man we won’t ever see again.”

“Unless I need to see a doctor again.”

She didn't miss Alyssa’s sly smile, and shook her head. “We will find you a different doctor, then.”

“Why? He was cute. Didn’t you think so?”

“Alyssa.”

“What? Come on, Mom. I know you have eyes and for the most part, good taste, and I know you know when a guy is hot and he was hot.”

Elena bit back a sigh. Yes, Dr. Durin definitely was hot. But..

“You heard him, didn't you? He has three kids of his own. He’s probably married.”

Alyssa shrugged. “Doesn’t mean he’s married. You’ve got one kid and you’re not married. And besides,” she offered up a knowing look, “I didn't see a wedding ring on his hand.”

“Why were you looking at his— never mind. That’s enough with trying to fix me up with anyone, okay? Let me finish waking up and I’ll get you breakfast.”

Alyssa wrinkled her nose. “I’m not hungry and nothing tastes right anyway. You should go to the gym for a little while. I’ll be fine here. I’m almost fourteen. I can be trusted on my own.”

Elena sighed. She knew Alyssa was far more mature than most fourteen year olds, but part of her just worried about leaving her home alone. Never mind that she’d called out of work and going to the gym in that case seemed almost like playing hooky. Still, the gym was only a few miles down the road and she could be home in no time if necessary. “Are you sure?”

Alyssa nodded, grabbing another tissue to blow her nose. “Yes, Mom. I’m positive. Go. Maybe you’ll meet a hot personal trainer.”

“Would you stop trying to fix me up with men?”

“You want I should fix you up with women instead?”

Elena rolled her eyes. “Alyssa.”

“Okay. I’ll stop. I’m going to go watch television.” She sniffled, then reached for a tissue from the box on Elena’s nightstand to blow her nose. “Be careful and make sure you stretch before you lift anything. You don't want to get hurt.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go.”

Alyssa ducked out of the room and a few minutes later, Elena heard the television in the living room click on. She sipped her coffee as she tried to come fully awake and tried to psych herself up to go to the gym. Normally, her workouts were her sanity-saver, but she didn't like leaving a sick thirteen year old home in the process.

But, it had been a few weeks, and if she wasn't careful, her clothes would start getting tight, so she forced herself up and to the closet, which was one-third the size of the closet she’d had back in the house on West Point Island in Lavallette. Her ex-husband, Dan, was a pharmaceutical representative and made six-figures and she would gladly take the two bedroom apartment she and Alyssa now shared if it meant she didn't have to worry about being lied to and cheated on every time she turned around.

She dressed in a pair of red Gym Shark leggings and a black tank top, tugged on her white Chucks, threw on a hoodie, grabbed her gym bag, and went out to find Alyssa curled up with her favorite blanket knitted for her by her grandmother, her favorite stuffed dog, a box of tissues, and a bottle of lemon-lime Gatorade along with the remote control. “What are you watching?”

“Olympus Has Fallen.”

She shook her head as bullets flew onscreen and everything seemed to blow up at the same time. “This is going to give you nightmares, peanut.”

“Nah. Gerard Butler is hot in this. Just look at him and tell me I’m wrong.”

Elena smiled. Mike Banning was hot. “He kind of looks like Dr. Durin, don’t you think?”

“I knew you thought he was cute.”

“I’m going now.”

“Bye, Mom.”

“Get some rest, peanut. I’ll be home soon and I have my cell.”

“I know.” Alyssa sneezed and grabbed another tissue. “And before you tell me, I know not to answer the door as well. I’ll be fine, Mom. Really.”

“Okay, okay. I’m going.” Elena slid the gym bag’s strap over her shoulder and left the apartment to make her way down to the first floor and out to the parking lot.

It was, in a word, freezing. She hurried to her car, got the engine going, and then climbed back out with the ice scraper to clear the windshield. It took nearly ten minutes of scraping before she’d cleared the windows and was back in her car and on her way to the gym.

It was fairly crowded, and the closest spot she could find was at the far end of the lot, sandwiched between a silver Infiniti and a black Jeep Grand Cherokee, and when she went inside, it was to see all of the Stair Masters had been claimed. She’d planned on starting her workout off with cardio, but that was not happening now.

So, she checked in, went into the locker room, pulled her hair up into a ponytail, and then came out and saw one of the bright yellow squat racks had opened. Legs it was.

She sank onto the rubberized floor, tugged off her shoes and then dug into her bag for her knee sleeves. It took some doing getting them on as always, but then she managed to tug them up, pulled her belt from her bag to fasten about her waist, put on her headphones and then stepped up to the bar. A few warmup exercises and she was ready to squat.

At first, she did only the bar. Then, she added plates, beginning with one-hundred and twenty five pounds. She was just adding the last of the plates, ready to start her third set, with one-hundred and forty-five pounds, when a somewhat familiar voice crept in around her headphones.

“How many more sets do you have?”

She turned and found herself looking up at Dr. Durin, who was, in short, a bit of a sweaty mess. He wore dark gray compression leggings under shorts, a long sleeved shirt with the sleeves shoved to his elbows, and they showed off a physique that his lab coat and trousers hid perfectly. He was broad-shouldered and barrel-chested and he smiled as he said, “Mrs. Madison?”

“Frer, what’re you doing?” Another man, who bore a bit of a resemblance to Dr. Durin, only with longish, silver-streaked black hair instead of dark brown wavy hair, set his gym bag down on one of the flat benches across from her squat rack.

“I was just asking how many sets Mrs. Madison has.”

“Please,” she smiled, tugging her headphones off to let them hang about her neck, “it’s Elena. I was never crazy about being Mrs. Anything. How are you, Dr. Durin?”

“You two know each other?”

Dr. Durin nodded. “Yeah, sort of. I treated her daughter last night in the ER.” He turned back to Elena. “How is she doing?”

“Her fever broke earlier this morning and when I left, she was curled up watching the guyest-guy movie ever. I guess we didn't need to drag ourselves to the ER after all.”

“Ah, better to be safe than sorry. I’m glad she’s feeling better.” His blue eyes almost sparkled as he added, “And it’s Frerin. This is my brother, Thorin. Thorin, Mrs.—er—Elena Madison.”

“Nice to meet you.” Thorin smiled, then turned to his brother. “I’m going to hit the bench press, Frer.”

“Yeah. Let me know if you need a spot.”

Thorin nodded as he moved back to the bench with his bag on it and Elena said, “You’re pretty awake for a guy who worked an overnight shift.”

“Yeah. I got home in time to get my two oldest off to school, I dropped off my youngest, and since I’m usually not decompressed enough to sleep just yet, I come here.” He glanced at the bar, and then down toward the incline benches, where two dudebro-types were doing curls. “It won’t be long before I’m ready to crash on the sofa, though. Sleep for a few hours, see my kids when they get home from school, and then head back to the hospital .”

“I know that feeling. Although my sofa is occupied at the moment by a fifty-year old woman trapped in the body of an almost-fourteen year old who’s currently drooling over Gerard Butler in Olympus Has Fallen.”

“Ah, yeah, sounds like my fourteen year old. Of course, she thinks he’s not bad for an old guy.”

Elena smiled. “I remember when I thought anyone over thirty had to be ancient. And now, I laugh at what an idiot I was.”

“Thirty couldn’t have been that long ago for you, though.”

“It was long enough ago that forty is no longer just a blip on the horizon.”

“Why don't I believe that?”

Those words sent a pleasant heat through her, one that had her offering up a soft laugh. “You are my new best friend, Dr. Durin.”

“Why? You don't look anywhere near forty, Elena. And it’s Frerin.” He glanced at the bar again. “And I shouldn’t keep you from your workout. I’m sorry I interrupted your set.”

“Don't be. I don't mind the rest. And to answer your question, I’ve got this set and one more and then the rack’s all yours.”

“I think I’m doing chest instead of legs now.” He gestured to Thorin, who was putting forty-five pound plates on the bar.

“Well, I won’t keep you. It was nice seeing you.” She looked over at the weight plates she’d loaded onto the bar, then back at him. “Unless… no, forget it.”

“No, what?”

She smiled. “Would you mind spotting me? I usually max out at one-fifty-five, but I want to try one-sixty-five and honestly? There’s no one else here I’d be even remotely comfortable asking. I figure a doctor is pretty trustworthy, if you wouldn’t mind.”

He grinned. “Trust me, half the guys in here would happily spot you. And I’m one of them. Sure.”

Heat swept through her as she replied, “I have one more set, but then, can I borrow you?”

“Of course. I’ll be right over there. Just come grab me when you’re ready.”

“Great. Thank you so much.” She pulled her headphones back on and moved to add ten more pounds to the bar, then screwed the clamps into place, and it might have been her imagination, but she’d swear she felt Frerin’s eyes on her.

Frerin. And his brother Thorin. Unusual names and she wondered if maybe they were from somewhere else, although neither one of them spoke with any kind of accent that would suggest they weren’t local.

She tried to push it from her mind, concentrating on the Slipknot song coming through the ear cups instead. The Devil in I was always her go-to song when she needed to get back into the zone. And as always, it did just that.

Her thigh muscles burned with fatigue by her last rep and she wondered if maybe she shouldn’t push the weight. But she hadn’t increased weights since switching to this gym, which was almost three weeks ago, so she had to at least try.

She eased her headphones off and turned toward the flat bench. Frerin lay on his back, a bar bearing two-hundred and thirty pounds on the rests and Thorin hovered over him. She didn't want to interrupt his set, and actually, it was fascinating to watch him as he lifted the bar to bring to his chest. Thorin held his hands just below the bar, but didn't touch it, not even when Frerin’s arms wobbled a bit.

“You’ve got it,” Thorin told him. “Up. Up. Up. Up…up…up…up!”

Frerin shoved and angled the bar back onto the rests and sat up. “Not bad. I thought I was going to drop it on my face.”

“Nah,” Thorin told him, “I wouldn’t let you.”

Elena smiled. “Impressive.”

Frerin looked over with a slightly sheepish smile. “I’ll feel it tomorrow. You need me to spot now?”

“If you wouldn’t mind.”

“I told you I didn't mind, didn't I?” He grabbed towel from his gym bag, dabbed at his face and his hands, then tossed it back and stood up. To his brother, he said, “Just give me a minute, okay?”

“Go.” Thorin looked down at his phone. “Leda wants me to call her. I probably have to stop and grab something for her on the way home.”

Frerin crossed over to her. “You ready?”

“No. But it’s been a few weeks, so it’s time to increase.” She eyed the plates on the bar. “I just hope I don’t regret it. I’ve been so busy getting settled, my gym time has been eaten away.”

“I promise, I won’t tell if you have trouble with it.”

“That’s a load off my mind.”

“Go.”

She stepped up to the bar and rested her hands on it, trying to clear her mind and ready herself lift it. She drew in a deep breath, maneuvered under the bar and lifted it with a grimace at the pressure on her shoulders.

Carefully, she backed away from the rests and Frerin stepped up behind her. He towered over her, his expression neutral as he said, “Whenever you’re ready.”

She nodded, and sank, drawing in a deep breath as she did. Her legs trembled. The muscles in her thighs burned. She felt a tiny twinge of pain in her lower back and as she came up, she wobbled. He stepped up behind her, arms on either side of her, hands palm up just below the bar. “Just a little more,” he said, his voice low and reassuring. “You’ve got this, Elena. You’ve got it.”

She straightened, pressing her lips together for a moment before saying, “One more.”

He nodded. “Okay. Again, when you’re ready.”

Another nod. Another deep breath as she sank into a squat again. “Help.”

He crouched, catching the bar to lift some of the weight off her shoulders and she slowly, shakily, straightened and got the bar back on the rests, then stepped back, breathing hard and sweating even worse.

“You okay?”

She nodded, dragging the back of her hand across her forehead as she winced against the sight sting in her lower back. “It was heavier the second time.”

“You did fine. You’ll have it in no time.” He smiled at her in the mirror. “And the first rep was a good one and that’s what matters.”

“Too bad the second one sucked.”

“This time it did. Next time it won’t.”

“Ah, but there might not be a next time. I told you,” she turned toward him, “I don't trust any of these dudebros. Like, I’m going to trust Grunty McWeightslammer over there to catch me?”

He chuckled. “Grunty McWeightslammer?”

“Just listen.” She nodded in the direction of a bald guy with chicken legs and a huge gut, who walked as if he was so muscled, he couldn't put his arms down despite the fact that it wasn’t even remotely true, as he sat on one of the plate chest presses. A moment later, he yelled with each rep he did. Yelled. Arched his back away from the seat. Let the plates slam back into place.

“See?”

Frerin shook his head. “That’s guy’s weird as anything. Last time I was here, he came up to me and asked if he could work in with me. I said sure and left my weights on and he couldn't budge either of the handles.”

“Frerin?” Thorin was lowering the phone from his ear as he came over to where they stood.

Frerin turned toward him. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“I’ve got to get home. Andrea and James are both throwing up and Leda sounds ready to castrate me if I’m gone much longer and since I’d rather she not do that…”

“You want me to stop by and take a look at them?”

“If they’re still sick tomorrow, yes.” Thorin slung his bag over his shoulder. “Or if they get worse. I know to make sure they eat and pee.”

“Call me if there’s any problem and I don't care what time it is. I’m off until tomorrow night.”

“Will do.” Thorin smiled at her. “It was nice meeting you, Elena.”

“You, too.” She returned his smile and as he headed toward the exit, she turned to Frerin. “A doctor’s work is never done, huh?”

“He’s my brother. The only one I’ll make house calls for. He and his wife have six month old twins and neither one of them has a clue what they’re doing.”

“Well, we can’t all be doctors.”

He grinned. “That’s a good thing. I’d be unemployed otherwise.” He gestured to the bar. “You done or do you want to try one-seventy-five?”

“Bite your tongue. If I’m lucky, I’ll be able to walk upright tomorrow.” She moved to pull the weights off the one side of the bar. “But, I do appreciate the spot.”

“No problem.” He moved to the other side of the bar and reached for one of the plates. “If you need a workout buddy, let me know.”

“And how do I do that? Call the hospital and ask for Dr. Durin?”

“I’ll give you my number or you can give me yours.” He smiled as he took off the forty-five pound plate. “Actually, I think you should give me your number anyway so I can ask you out when I’m not sweaty and smell like ass.”

Heat shot through her once more. “You want to go out?”

“Yeah,” he set the plate on its rest and came around to her side, “I thought it would be tacky to ask you out in the middle of examining your daughter, but here? Not so much. So, what do you say? Would you like to go out sometime?”

“I think I would like it very much, Dr. Durin,” she replied with a smile.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, well, when are you free?”

She smiled up at him. “I’m not the one with the crazy work schedule. I’m a teacher. Monday through Friday, seven to three. Weekends off.”

“I work twelve hour shifts and I’m on nights now. I’m off tonight, but I’ll be on again until Sunday. I know you’re not supposed to ask a woman out on short notice, but what are you doing tonight?”

“I’ll be home with my sick kid.”

A hint of a blush crept into his cheeks. “I knew that, Elena. I’m sorry. I’m… I’m still new at this dating thing.”

“Yeah, me, too, actually.” She smiled. “But, if you want, you’re welcome to come for dinner if you don't mind a sick kid who’s not really all that sick any more.”

“What can I bring?”

“A bottle of wine. And maybe we can go out another night.”

“You’ve got a date. What time and where do you live?”

She hesitated for one moment. She didn't really know him, aside from knowing he was a good doctor, or at least gave the impression of being a good one. And she and Dan had only been divorced a little over six months, so dating really was a new experience for her. Was it really a good idea to invite this guy to her home?

“I’m in the Jefferson House Apartments, Building Three, Apartment One-A. There’s a lot behind the buildings with plenty of parking.”

“What kind of wine do you like?”

“Anything white. Do you like chicken?”

“I’m a guy,” he said, “I like pretty much anything. What time.”

“How does six work for you?”

“It works fine. I’ll see you then I promise I won’t smell like sweaty ass.”

“Neither will I.”

“I wouldn’t worry if I were you,” he said with a wink, “you smell pretty good for a sweaty gym rat. I should get back to my workout but I’ll see you around six.”

Those words, uttered so softly, sent an unfamiliar, but not at all uncomfortable, heat surging through her but somehow she managed to keep her cool as she smiled and said, “Sounds good. I’ll see you at six.”

When Elena returned home, it was to find Alyssa still on the sofa, all snuggled in her favorite fleece blanket, with another Gerard Butler movie on. “Which one is this?”

“London Has Fallen.”

Elena rolled her eyes. “Another guy movie?”

“Totally a guy movie. How was your workout?” Alyssa picked up the remote to mute the television.

“It was fine. How do you feel about company for dinner tonight?”

Alyssa’s eyes narrowed. “Who?”

“Dr. Durin?”

Those narrow eyes went immediately wide. “Wait, what? Who?”

“I bumped into him and his brother at the gym and he asked me out.”

“I told you he’d make a perfect rebound fling. Dad will totally stew.”

“Alyssa, I’m not interested in making your father stew over anything.”

Alyssa shrugged as she reached for the small bottle of Gatorade on the coffee table. “Well, I think he’s really cute and he’s a doctor, Mom. You could do a lot worse, you know.”

“Alyssa.”

“What?” She sat up a little straighter. “I think it’s good you’re getting out there again. It isn’t fair that Dad gets to have all the fun and you’re stuck with me.”

“Okay, I am not stuck with you, Lyssa. And it’s just dinner.”

“Dinner with a hot pediatrician.”

“Lyssa.”

“That’s all I’m saying.”

Elena sighed, shaking her head. She didn't quite know what to make of Alyssa’s being so eager to see her begin dating again. She would have thought Alyssa would be resentful, or sullen about her going out with another man, and yet, she wasn’t. A nice surprise, but a surprise nonetheless.

“So,” Alyssa recapped her bottle of Gatorade to set back on the table, “what time is Dr. Hottie going to be here?”

“Dr. Hottie?”

“Yeah. I mean, I won’t call him that when he gets here, but he is, right?”

“I’m going to shower. Have you eaten something?”

“I had some mac and cheese a little while ago.” Alyssa snuggled back into her pillows and picked up the remote once more. “What are you making for dinner?”

“Chicken. I thought I’d roast one and then make soup from the leftovers.”

Alyssa smiled. “That would be perfect.”

“Good. Are you going to join us then?”

“Well, yeah. Someone has to make sure he doesn’t try to take any liberties, as Jane Austen would say.”

“I don't think Jane Austen ever said that.”

“I’m pretty sure she did, Mom.”

“I’m going to go shower now. Feel free to return my daughter at any time, you alien, you.”

Alyssa smiled. “I love you, too, Mom.”

#Gerard Butler #Frerin Durin #Frerin x OC #AU #Frerin Fic #Is it hot in here?#Romance #Modern AU #ER AU #Hospital AU #Richard Armitage #The Hobbit #Thorin Oakenshield #Hobbit Fin #Hobbit Fanfic #Fan fiction #The Hobbit fan fiction

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mischief-lies-and-stories · 6 months

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Loki Episode 5 Incoherent Thoughts

Spoilers for Loki episode 5. And also my fic, Scattered to the Wind, because holy shit.

My stomach hurts, guys

I've been texting my best friend about this upcoming episode all day. I'd say I was getting progressively more unhinged, but I definitely started out unhinged and fluctuated from there.

Oh my GOD the title is making me feel better already

Oh god never mind I'm scared again after the recap and the haunting intro music

FUCK THAT ONE TEAR ON LOKI'S FACE

SHIT WAIT DID HE TIME SLIP I BET HE TIME SLIPPED

NO HE WENT TO THE PIE ROOM ;.;

FUCK YES HE DID TIME SLIP

OH MONKEY FUCK

THE TIME SLIPS ARE SHORTER

OH MY GOD I'VE FOR SURE HAD A NIGHTMARE LIKE THIS WHERE EVERYTHING TURNS TO SPAGHETTI THAT'S HORRIFYING

NO NOT THE CLOCK TICKING

EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE IN CAPS THIS EP ISN'T IT

I'LL TELL YOU, THE SAME THING HAPPENED IN EP 5 OF LAST SEASON. I TOOK NOTES ALL IN CAPS TOO

YES CASEY'S IN JAIL I WAS FUCKING RIGHT PLEASE BE ALCATRAZ sorry spoilers for Scattered to the Wind

OH MY GOD WHO WAS RIGHT ABOUT FUCKING ALL OF THIS

WAS THAT A BOAT

I WAS FUCKING RIGHT I WAS FUCKING RIGHT I WAS FUCKING RIGHT

FUCK NOW PEOPLE ARE GONNA READ IT AND BE ALL "UM ACTUALLY IT WAS 1962 NOT 1935" AND IM GONNA BE ALL "UM ACTUALLY I FUCKING CALLED THIS ENTIRE THING SO STOW IT"

GUT US LIKE FISH

LOKI

OKAY I GOT THE NAME WRONG BUT LITERALLY EVERYTHING ELSE

YES MOBIUS GIMME

NO LAME FUCK OFF MARVEL

SIX YEARS OFF FOR B-15 I SWEAR TO GOD IF HER NAME IS ANN I'LL LOSE IT

WRONG PLACE BUT I UNDERSTAND. ACCENT, AND I PUT HER IN LONDON BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE WAS IN AMERICA

UGH SHE'S SO GOOD AND SHE'S A PEDIATRICIAN I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THAT TOO

BUT SHE'S IN NEW YORK IN 2012 WHAT MONTH IS IT BECAUSE SHE MIGHT KNOW LOKI

MOBIUS YES HOLY SHIT

DON FUCKING DON DO NOT GIVE ME YOUR LAST NAME PLEASE I MEAN I SHIP THORKI SO FANONICALLY I'LL BE FINE WITH IT BUT LIKE EVEN MARVEL WOULDN'T DO THAT RIGHT

NO NOT THE CHILDREN PLEASE LET THAT BE THE FICTIONAL PART

YES MIDWEST BUT WRONG STATE AND WAY WRONG YEAR [I! HAVE! THEORIES! THOUGH!]

MOBIUS HONEY SELL THE MAN A DIRT BIKE MORE JET SKIS FOR YOU

I'M CRYING ABOUT THE COMPARISON BETWEEN LOKI AND THE INFLATABLE GUY OH MY GOD THAT WAS PERFECT

That face was not good enough

Okay the slow walk and stare was perfect though

Wait I just remembered I screenshotted a bingo card for this episode specifically wait I'm gonna be a ball of anxiety and procrastinate and see if I got any squares yet I'll play it in a sec.

God Don is doing to Loki what Mobius did to OB in episode 1. Mo it's okay to tell someone you don't recognize them when they recognize you. It makes the interaction afterward way less awkward and a lot easier.

Fuck what's wrong with your son why doesn't he talk to his mom/dad/parent FUCK I HOPE HIS MOM DIDN'T JUST DIE THAT WOULD BE SO SHITTY

THAT LYING BITCH

THAT ASSHOLE IN THE LOKIUS TAG AFTER EPISODE ONE WHAT A LYING BITCH [No I have a thought though, and I'm sure someone else has had it by now.]

MOBIUS TALK TO YOUR KIDS HOLY FUCK OH MY GOD

WAIT

IF IT'S BILLY AND TOMMY I'LL FUCKING SCREAM

NO LOKI

OH MY GOD WAS I RIGHT ABOUT EVERYONE

RIGHT STATE WRONG TIME IF HE'S A PROFESSOR I'LL SHIT MYSELF

OH BABY MY DARLING

I LIKE THIS BETTER

AWW

SOMEHOW I LOVE HIM MORE

THE POSIT ITS. OB!!!!

IS THAT THE LOOM

THE LINES FROM THE TRAILER

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

IF SYLVIE'S IN BROXTON AND HAS FORGOTTEN SHE CAN DO MAGIC I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M GOING TO DO

I SWEAR TO GOD YOU GUYS I DIDN'T WATCH THIS EPISODE UNTIL NOW WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

THIS IS SO WEIRD I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO

OH MY GOD IT'S NOT THE LOOM IT'S HIS WORKSHOP

HE'S STAYING SO LONG

OH MY GOD IS HIS REAL WHY GONNA BE BECAUSE HE LOVES MOBIUS? I'LL DIE

YES OB I WROTE THIS WE JUST TAKE BRAD OUT OF THE EQUATION AND I'M OKAY WITH THAT

SO I WAS GONNA SAY IRISH BOYS, KEVIN AND SEAN, BUT

BUT SEAN JUST ASKED FOR A DOG AND A SNAKE

THIS MAN IS AN ODIN VARIANT THE KIDS ARE LOKI AND THOR I DON'T LIKE THIS I DON'T LIKE IT HERE I WANT TO LEAVE

Baby Loki would have absolutely played with matches he stole

Baby Thor loves snakes

Take me back to before I was afraid of who Mobius was gonna be when I thought he was Theo and that was the end of it. Take me back even to when I thought he might be Loki but he was married so we might've actually gotten a Sigyn variant. Take me back to when I thought he might be Sigyn and his wife the Loki variant. Hell, take me back to an hour ago when I thought I was just gonna ship another version of thorki. This is a terrible theory.

Loki my god you are terrible at talking to your amnesiac love interest

MOBIUS I THOUGHT YOU SAID ON THE MARKET FOR A SECOND AND I FREAKED

MOBIUS OH MY GOD STOP TRYING TO SELL PEOPLE JET SKIS AND THOSE ARE YOURS

HE REMEMBERS WORD FOR WORD WHAT MOBIUS SAID

YOU GUYS I HAD TO LOOK THAT UP FOR THE FIC TO GET IT RIGHT AND HE RECITES IT WORD FOR FUCKING WORD OFF THE CUFF

AND THAT'S WHEN I STARTED CRYING

LOKI GIVE HIM HIS MEMORIES BEFORE HE CALLS THE COPS I HATE THIS

IT'S OKAY OB YOU'RE GONNA MEET CASEY SOON HOLY SHIT THOUGH I'D CALL 18 MONTHS FAST AND HOW DID YOU FIND HIM

THAT'S WHAT HE SAID TO SYLVIE

LOKI GIVE HIM HIS MEMORIES HE HAS CHILDREN WHO DON'T HAVE A MOM

You can MOVE the time doors??

LOKI GIVE HIM HIS MEMORIES

ALSO WHERE THE FUCK IS SYLVIE

SPACE NAME

OH MY GOD THERE SHE IS, IN BROXTON JUST LIKE I SAID

OKAY THANK GOD

OH MY GOD THERE'S BRAD

YES HE SAID IT HE WANTS HIS FRIENDS BACK HE HAS FRIENDS HE'S NEVER HAD FRIENDS AND NOW HE DOES I'M NOT CRYING I WASN'T CRYING TWO HOURS AGO WHEN I WAS SHOUTING HE HAS FRIENDS NOW IN MY CAR I'M NOT CRYING YOU ARE

I'M FUCKING BAWLING WHO AM I KIDDING

SYLVIE IT'S OKAY FOR HIM TO WANT FRIENDS IT'S OKAY FOR HIM TO HAVE FRIENDS THAT'S NOT SELFISH THAT'S BEING A PERSON

CASEY SHUT UP AND JUST FLIRT WITH HIM

LOKI NO DARLING

DUDE YOU SAID THAT LIKE YOU'RE SELLING HER DRUGS

SYLVIE

YEAH WHAT DID YOU THINK WAS GONNA HAPPEN GIRL

CASEY

OB NO

MOBIUS, B-15

SYLVIE

I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY DID THE FUCKING BLIP AGAIN

TIME LOOP FUCK THIS

FUCK NO FUCK THIS

NO NO

OH HE MEANT HIM OH THANK GOD I THOUGHT HE WAS ABOUT TO GO ALL SYLKI ON ME

LOKIIIIIIIIIIIII YESSSSSSSSSS <3

#loki #loki tv show #loki season 2 #sylvie laufeydottir #mobius m mobius #loki season 2 spoilers #loki 2x05 #holy shit what an episode #did not expect to get it THAT right in the fic though wow

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cherryblossomshadow · 2 years

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How to Fix Hughie’s Car Monologue

Idk Hughie’s whole rambling about his father in the car is so out of left field to me. I mean, it really feels like he went through a year’s worth of character development via Butcher’s fist!

He and Annie figure out that 1) Butcher knew V24 was fatal, 2) didn’t tell Hughie about it, and 3) knocked him out about it. And Hughie instantly jumps to, “Butcher saved my life” … which is a reasonable conclusion after some time. But how did Hughie get that two seconds after hearing about the fatality of Temp V?

Suddenly, Hughie starts blathering on about pizza rolls and Remington Steele and how he always thought his dad was a loser after his mom left. Which was 1) not relevant to current events, except tangentially, 2) definitely not relevant to the current conversation, 3) not even a complete explanation of why he’s decided not to be an asshole anymore, and 4) not very in-character imo? Like the way that Hughie acted around his father in S1 did not exactly scream “I think my dad is a sad and weak loser” to me. If anything, his dad seemed to treat him like the loser, saying “you’ve never had the fight” and calling him “a sensitive boy” and trying to take him to a pediatrician.

So Hughie closes out his ramble by saying, “I didn’t know what strength was,” and then apologizing for being an asshole. Again, they’re giving us a Point A and a Point B and not showing the journey in between them. It’s like Vought’s whole “Connect the Dots, Cameron,” rhetoric.

Hughie didn't feel strong

Hughie used to think his dad was weak but now he doesn't.

???

PROFIT! Ta-daaaaa *character growth* /s

If they were going to mine Hughie’s backstory for character growth, they could have at least kept the dynamic they had already set up since episode one. Talk about how Hughie never felt like he was enough. Maybe he blames himself for his mother leaving, like if he had been better/stronger, she would have stayed. Maybe he both loves and hates how his dad coddles him. Like, it’s nice that his dad stuck around and cares, but he doesn’t let Hughie do anything for himself, and that’s really affected his self-esteem. Maybe Hughie always feels like he’s being compared to other people, and that he never measures up.

THEN he can talk about actually bridging that gap. Okay, he thought his father was a loser/he felt like he was a loser, but now he doesn’t because … [insert any answer that extends past “Butcher punched his lights out” ]. Like give Hughie an actual reason to see the light, not just some pizza rolls!

Of course, even all this would still not fix the fact that 1) Hughie would still be telling Annie about his character growth after the fact instead of showing it onscreen and 2) it was barely tangential to their earlier conversation … but at least it could be in character?

#the boys #the boys meta #the boys spoilers #the boys 3x08 #hughie campbell #hugh campbell #power hungry era #daddy issues #sort of #toxic masculinity #character arc #i post #i speak #i ramble in the tags #also it really felt like an ex boyfriend #trying to dump deep seated issues onto an ex girlfriend they ran into #because they missed them doing the #emotional labor #for them

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nicetomeetyouimqueer · 1 year

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So a couple of days I was talking to my sister. And long story my mom decided to get a new job two states over. And basically gave my siblings and I 3 months to figure shit out. It was a rough time this also kicked off her insurance and we were going through it. So my second oldest sister and I live together. And I don’t know how the convo started. But basically as we talk about the multiple ways our parents fucked us up. Partially because of covid I haven’t got a hair cut in years. And so my sister was trying to find somewhere for me (which I appreciate). But at some point I “came clean” about impulsively cutting some of my hair a few months ago. She and no one who saw me noticed. But I felt such guilt and turmoil.

Why did I feel so guilty?

And when I told her that, she was so surprised that had been bothering me for so long. And I confessed I have been wanting to cut my own hair for years. But our mom would also invalidate me. For context I self diagnose as Autistic for multiple reasons. As a kid, my pediatrician noticed very early I was struggling with somethings. And throughout my childhood I has seen multiple specialist and have diagnosed developmental and learning disabilities. Because of that, my mom would often treat me younger than I am. Like up until my dad’s death (I was 21) she assumed I would live her for my most of my adult life. (To be clear there’s nothing wrong with needing that type of support, it’s just not what I need). And like because of years of that, I felt like I couldn’t do that for myself. And it’s going to take time for me to come to terms with what I can and can’t do.

#vent post #personal but yall can reblog #infantilaztion #abliesm

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archive-of-note · 2 years

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First Writer Wednesday!

@writer-wednesday week 24

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Reader insert, poly relationship (Frankie x GN!Reader x Female!OC) reader is never gendered, referred to as “titi” by a child character in place of mom/dad/aunt/uncle etc. some very loose allusions to sexual activity, like hella loose, could not even be recognized unless your mind was already skirting the gutter. My terrible attempts at Spanish, do not hesitate to tell me if smth is wrong.

Female OC: Aliya. Imagine Bayonetta but toned down. She’s still confidant, she’s still flirty, but it’s more restrained. Actually used to be a stripper, worked through getting her MD, eventually became a pediatrician, still dances for fun because she genuinely enjoyed the physicality of it, and it’s a great way to keep active and in touch with her old coworkers. (we respect sex workers in this house!)

none of this is really pertinent to the story, but I wanted to give her some background

she does have some issues with Santi, she keeps her mouth shut about it though, but know if he ever tries to pull his shit again she will not hesitate to go for the throat.

I don’t know if it came across but I need you to understand that the insert has it down BAD for these two, we’re talking hearts and stars and fireworks in their eyes.

if i missed any warnings or tags do not hesitate to tell me

Simply Poolside Paradise

It’s hot as hell and there is barely a breeze.

Smack dab in the middle of August you wonder why you’re not inside, naked, and spread eagle in front of a fan.

A splash and whoop make you look up, and you’re reminded what you’re suffering for.

Frankie shakes his head, flicking water out of his hair and making you long for a camera to capture the Vanity Fair quality moment.

“How he was so oblivious to your interest I will never know.”

You shake your own head, and look to the woman who has just insulted you and Frankie.

“Well, Aliya, how’d you do it?”

She huffs, obviously rolling her eyes behind her large sunglasses as she smacks your arm with her paperback.

“That’s different.”

You raise your eyebrows, looking at her over the rims of your own sunglasses.

Instead of giving you a better argument, she just flicks your ear.

Snatching her wrist, you tug, pulling her into your lap as she squawks and flails gracelessly.

Frankie shouts from the other side of the pool, “You alright?”

You shout over her shoulder, “I’m being bullied!”

“You’re being bullied!? I’m being manhandled!”

You wrap your arms around her and laugh, kissing whatever bits of her you can reach as she playfully swats at you.

Suddenly you pull away, “Blegh,” cringing at the sour chemical taste of sunscreen.

She halts her wiggling, “What’s wrong?”

You click your tongue, trying to wipe the taste from your tongue without using your hands, “Tastes bad.”

“Slander!” Frankie’s voice booms from the edge of the pool, and he glares at you with a comical amount of contempt.

It takes you a moment, but once you understand what he means you gasp in horror, “I would never,” you squeeze Aliya’s waist, “imply such a thing.”

She tugs at your hair in retribution, “But you just did,” she starts trying to get out of your lap again, “you more than implied in fact.”

Whining, you hook your fingers into the strappier parts of her baiting suit, “Aliya,” you pout, gently tugging.

She humphs, crossing her arms and tilting her head away from you.

“Francisco,” she looks over her shoulder, “could you put lotion on my back?”

“Hey! I’m right here!”

She turns back to you, and even as you try to keep your eyes on her, you can’t help but flick your gaze to Frankie as he pushes himself out of the pool and all of that water pours down the thick expanse of his body.

You thoughtlessly lick your lips as he gets to his feet.

“Do you ever think with the head on your shoulders?”

Looking back to Aliya, you hum, wordlessly asking that she repeat herself.

She just laughs.

“What’s so funny?” Frankie grabs a towel from the bag beside your lounge chair, rubbing the side of his head, nose scrunching in a way that tells you he has some water in his ear.

Aliya cups your face, tilting your head up to look at her, “Not funny,” she leans in for a quick kiss, “just happy.”

The smile that breaks across your face makes you feel a little stupid, but Aliya’s eyes soften, and you don’t care.

“What about me?”

You turn to look at Frankie. His pout is so overdone that you can’t help but snort.

“C’mere, Flyboy.”

Smiling, he leans down and cups your cheek with one large hand, kissing you with a bit more fervor then is probably appropriate for his friend’s backyard pool.

“Blegh,” You make a face as you pull away.

“What?” Frankie looks worried.

You smack your lips to try and get rid of the taste, “You taste like chlorine.”

He huffs, but he doesn’t try too hard to keep his face deadpan.

“You better be decent! Ankle biters incoming!”

The three of you turn in time to see a little girl running and screaming toward the poolside.

“Tío Fishy!”

The little girl has her father’s hair, black, wavy, and with a decent puff from the humidity.

“Hey baby girl!”

He picks her up and she squeals in delight, suddenly several feet off the ground and loving every second of it.

“Santiago.” Aliya slips back into your lap, looking over your shoulder to the man who’s trailing behind Frankie’s daughter. It's not that she hates him, she actually thinks Santi is fun to be around. But sometimes the memory of the broken man who came back after going dark, lead on by promises of fortune, only to come back guilt ridden and empty handed, well, she might need some time to consider spitting on him if he were on fire.

He whistles, looking appreciatively at the woman in your lap, not feeling the subtle glare hidden by her frames.

You glare from behind the polarized lenses of your own shades, but more so to play up seeming jealous, just to lighten the mood.

“Titi,” tilting your head down, you soften your features to look to the little girl standing at your side.

“Hey starlight, how was shopping with Santi?”

Her mouth opens with a yawn, rubbing one of her eyes to really drive her want for nap time home.

“‘M sleepy.”

“Really?”

“Mmhmm.”

You turn to Aliya, “While it hurts me to say this, you might need to move.”

She holds a hand to her chest, shoulders relaxing once Pope is out of sight, “Devastating.”

“I know, I need to mentally prepare.”

Turning back to the little girl you ask in a soft voice, “You want to go inside to take a nap?”

She shakes her head.

“No? Why not?”

She doesn’t say, she just gives you the grabby hands.

You glance up to the sky, bright, blue, and not a cloud in sight.

“Gotta put sunscreen on, you still want to be out here?”

She nods, eyes closed and spreading her arms, already preparing for the process of being misted.

“It’s lotion, Stellita.”

She gives a little grunt, arms dropping and waiting.

You look to Aliya, and she already has the bottle in her hands.

“I’ll do it, grab a towel or two, so she has a pillow and something to hold.”

She slips out of your lap, and you do just that, taking a quick look at Frankie and Santi’s daughter splashing around in the shallow end of the pool, “Mari! Are you wearing sun screen?”

“What’s that?”

And that answers that question.

You give Frankie a look and he’s already walking back out of the water, holding the little girl aloft so she can’t wiggle around in a bid to stay in the pool.

Santiago shouts from near the shed, hefting a bag of coal over his shoulder, “Anyone hungry yet? Or can I hold off on the grill for a bit longer?”

You wave a hand his way, “I’m not hungry yet, but I think I’m getting there, still, no rush.”

You find some pool towels and start setting up a spot for Estella, in the shade and close to both you and Pope, but she whines, again giving you the grabby hands.

“I’m gonna need words here bebita, my mind reading doesn’t always work.”

She whines “‘na cuddle.”

“Es Calor, ¿estás seguro?” You flick your eyes to Santi, and he gives you a thumbs up on your Spanish.

“Sí, quiero mi titi.”

If you could die from cuteness you’d be six feet under right now.

“Alright,” you pick her up with one of the towels, sitting back in the pool lounger and getting comfortable and trapping yourself beneath the little girl.

“¿Bueno, estrella de mi vida?”

She nods, already mostly asleep against you.

A shadow suddenly covers you, so you look up, and standing over you is Frankie, with a patio umbrella that needs to be set up.

“Hey,”

Frankie stares, but the sun blurs his face from view.

“Is something wrong?”

He stares a bit longer before shaking his head.

“No,” he plants the umbrella and opens it up, blocking the sun from where you and Estella lie.

“Just,” he locks the whole thing in place, “have I said I love you today?”

Blinking a few times you think it over, even though you don’t think he’s actually looking for an answer, “Yeah, when I made your coffee this morning.”

His smile grows, “Well saying it again won’t kill me.”

You shake your head, “No it won’t.”

Frankie leans in and kisses you, soft and full, before pulling away just enough to speak, “I love you.”

You close the gap between the two of you again, following him when he pulls back just a bit.

“Love you too, hermoso.”

He smiles in that way that makes his entire face scrunch up, eyes closing and crinkling at the sides.

You can't help but kiss him again.

“Tío Fishy!”

He tilts his head toward the pool, “Duty calls.” He doesn't move though.

“Mmhmm.” And you don't really make much of an effort to get him moving yourself.

“Tío Fishy!”

“Un momento, Mari.”

He kisses you one more time, then one last peck, before he takes two large steps and promptly jumps into the pool, splashing your legs and soaking Mari who is absolutely delighted by the chaos.

“Have I said I love you today?”

You look up to Aliya, taking in her cocked hip and the sharp points of her profile. Giving her an answer is easy after having already thought about getting ready this morning, “Yes, when I told you which sunglasses went with the hat and bathing suit, then when I packed a second book because I noticed you were very close to finishing your current one, and when I stopped you from drinking Frankie’s coffee.”

She makes a face, she may be okay with bitter flavors, but solid black coffee is too much for her.

“Well, I’m going to say it again. I love you.”

You grab her hand, “And I love you,” kissing the back of it you cringe again, “even when you taste like sunscreen.”

She laughs, before setting up the other lounge chair so she can share the shade with you.

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Title: I’d love to see me from your pov

Description:

Beautiful is in all things. Rather it is a simple bee or a picture, everything is beautiful. Not to Rayne Mikazuki. She is shy and introverted, and would much rather be surrounded by books than people but that's not the way life works, unfortunately; at least in the college, she's starting.

Not fitting the standards of looks in society, she has faced many insecurities and decided to ignore the world until the school's top delinquent, Kakucho Hitto, a second year, notices this strange, shy, yet perfect being. She noticed him too, hence, noticed. Her heart oddly skipped a beat when he looked at her.

When push comes to shove, Rayne realizes she feels something for Kakucho. She slowly learns to open up to him, trusting that he loves her the way she is. To her surprise, she got more than she bargained for but all she wants to do is see herself from his point of view.

Authors note!:

I want to thank everyone who read the first chapter, you guys are truly an inspiration as to why I continue to write ❤️

Chapter Two:

I managed to get caught up on what needed to be done, I had to charge my laptop at home so I could bring it with me, I preferred typing rather than writing. The bell rang, I stood up from my seat and gathered my things. I left the chair pushed out as I walked down the alley, I could hear the comments as I passed by. Somewhere good, some were negative, and some were neutral.

"How can you be short and fat at the same time?" I could not understand that stupid question, I knew a comment like that was coming, "Mochi, stop being rude. You are not the sharpest tool in the shed but have the nerve to talk about someone's weight? Get a life" I gave the girl props for defending me but was I going to talk to her? Most likely not.

I made my way up the stairs of the classroom "she got a nice ass though" I rolled my eyes but to my surprise, a deep voice that really sent shivers down my spine spoke, "dude, shut the fuck up." I slightly looked back; it was the male from outside. I let out a soft sigh, luckily, the students who had this class next were coming in which gave me the chance to get away from them. I looked out my schedule to find my pediatrician class, I was lucky to only have the English class, my psychology class, and my pediatrician class. I was looking forward to going home.

I was a bit puzzled by the fact that there were fourth years in the honors English class. It was good that people wanted to study English arts and get better at it but as for me? This was just an extra class since I needed to take at least 3 classes, but I had my two down packed, this was just a BS class to pass time in. I did not realize I had stopped in the middle of the steps while looking at the schedule.

"Uh, are you lost?" I whipped my head around to see the male who defended me against Mochi standing behind me "uh..." I did not know what to say. I could smell the coconut and men's axe spray coming from his jacket, I cleared my throat "n-no I'm fine" I whispered a bit before walking down the steps, he smirked a bit "okay" was all he said walking by me. Okay, I was lost but I didn't want to ask him for help. I sighed "wait" I called out a bit, the male stopped on the first step going towards D hall "I...I'm...lost" A grin formed on his lips; his tongue grazed the bottom of it.

The male turned around walking up the steps "are you coming or not?" His voice was a bit serious; it was kind of hot. I slowly walked down the steps from A-B hall and then met him at the step he was on, I held my book to my chest as we walked at the same pace. The attention that seemed to be circling around me was overwhelming. Everyone was whispering to one another about us, it was obvious "what the fuck are you doing with her?" Mochi strolled beside us from the left of the hallway with the 7 guys from the classroom.

I cleared my throat "thanks" I said before leaving from the toxicity, I heard Mochi smirk behind me "fat bitch" I licked the top of my teeth before tilting my head back "that's not what your daddy said last night, looks like you better start calling me mommy" I pouted playfully, the mouths of his friends dropped. I flipped my hair off my shoulder before eying down at the schedule to see the exact room number, I gazed up to find myself in front of it. One thing I knew how to do was defend myself, but I also knew how to ignore it.

Entering the classroom, there were not many students. I was guessing that not too many people wanted to deal with children, or they just weren't kid people. "Oh my! You must be Rayne!" I looked down at the teacher with blonde hair, she gave me a tender yet welcoming smile "I-I am" The teacher let out a soft giggle as I took a seat, I believed all classes looked like lecture halls since this one looked the same as the class that I just came out of.

I crossed my legs and took out the notebook I was using to take down notes so I could transfer them to my computer when I got home, I was fortunate that I didn't have work today. I sighed a bit as I listened to miss Hagakure speak. She went over what we were doing in this class and what was expected of us for the next four years and to my guess, our class was going to be in the lab and the little clinic we have which was nice, I loved hands-on stuff.

Looking at the time, it was lunch. Half the class was spent by me trying to figure out what I wanted to eat but in the part of me that I didn't like, I was probably going to just read my book the whole time. The bell rang to be dismissed, "alright everyone, tomorrow we will be in the clinic!" as she was saying more, I made my way out of the classroom. I stretched my arms up before rubbing my lower back a little, having big breasts was a con in that aspect.

Taking out my book that I was almost done with, the chatter in the hallway got louder and louder by the second. I heard yelling from down the hall I was heading, it was only 12 pm and there was already shit happening. I didn't want to bother myself about it, but it was inevitable since my name was called.

"Rayne!" I eyed up at the sweet yet loud voice, it was the girl from this morning. Everyone around us was staring at what was going on, the girl happily ran to me which made me take a small step back "my name is Chiyo Hagakure! I noticed you came out of my mother's classroom, I know this seems weird, but do you want to get some lunch with me?!" She was very cheerful; I'd be lying if I said she didn't remind me of Yuki which kind of set me back a bit.

It was like everyone was waiting for my response, she had to be a second year. I heaved a small sigh "s-sure" I whispered, Chiyo squealed happily as I walked towards her "oh, and don't mind mochi, he's just mad that someone as pretty as you are not giving him the time of day" My heart jumped in my chest at the compliment, I haven't heard someone be so genuine before. It was...scary but nice. Chiyo looked like a very bright person, she wore a sundress that was pink with Hawaiian flowers on it.

I was silent for a few seconds before Chiyo spoke again "so, what kind of classes are you taking- oh I'm a second year, I'm also 19, you're 18 right?" She sure did talk a lot, but I was happy with her bubbly personality "Y-Yes, I-I am...I'm...studying Pediatrics and Psychology" Chiyo smiled widely before twirling around "you're so cute! That's amazing Ray" Ray...I haven't heard that nickname in a very long time.

"I'm in chorus and dance, I enjoy music with a passion" So do I...Chiyo looked at me with a huge smile "you do?!" Opp. I puffed my cheeks with a small smile "I-I...I do" Chiyo twirled around happily "oh my goodness! I found my match! Oh- I have chorus class tomorrow so why don't we test those vocals?!" I blinked before jumping at someone putting their arm over my shoulder.

"I know what can test her vocals" I looked up to see a male who was above average height. He has long light hair swept to the right with the left side of his head shaved, revealing his temple tattoo extending down to his neck. He has a small scar on the leftmost side of his mouth and two piercings on both ears. I didn't realize we were in the café already; tables were filled with students who were enjoying this time "if you weren't so big id let you sit on my face but I kind of like my life" I scoffed shaking my head, I was disgusted by that.

I twisted his under arm making him hiss in pain and pull away "if how I look bothers you so much then stop coming near me, you're making yourself look like a total dumbass" I said with Chiyo smiling widely, the scarred-faced male had a pleased grin on his face. Rolling my eyes, I took a seat at the open table that wasn't too far from them. I pushed my glasses up with my index finger and began to read my book "Ray Sama, are you not going to eat?" I shook my head; she could tell what he said bothered me. I've heard worse but for some reason, it seemed to bother me more than anything right now.

"Go on, I'll be here" Chiyo gave me a happy nod before skipping to the line, I didn't know why she would try to talk to someone like me when it's only going to bring her trouble as well. "You've made quite the impression" I eyed the scarred-faced male who was sitting to my right, "if you're going to say something about my body then do it with your stupid entourage,"

He seemed to be taken back by my boldness, I shifted my gaze back to my book. "Do you think everyone that approaches you is going to be like Mochi or Shion?" Pursing my lips together, a wave of annoyance washed over me "well, seeing that mochi or Shion have much to say about my body; I wouldn't put it past you to do the same. You know what they always say, you are who you hang out with. If you don't want to be bullied or talked about, stay far away from me as possible"

I stood up and walked to the exit of the café. My heart was aching for some odd reason, it wasn't fair that innocent people had to be dragged down just for hanging out with me. It sucked. "Kakucho! What the hell happened!?" Chiyo shouted at him as I walked through the threshold, Kakucho...what an odd yet unique name. I found myself outside in front of the main building, the fountain was very pretty and seemed like a good place to just relax for the next half hour.

I sat there reading and listening to the other students gossiping about everything and anything, Shion's name was brought up the most which didn't surprise me one bit. It was amazing how everyone knew the second years but to them, that group was known as the heartbreaker group. Stupid name if you ask me. I didn't know what kind of guy Kakucho was, but he was persistent in an annoyingly sweet way, I just didn't want whatever reputation it was that he had going down just because he hung out with me.

I sighed a deep sigh as Kakucho took his place beside me "Kakucho Hitto" I closed my book; I knew I wasn't going to be able to finish it "is that your name or another language" Kakucho snorted up a laugh "it's my name" I nodded, Kakucho put his head back as his elbows rested on the back of the bench.

"Do you really care about what people think?" I knew this question was going to pop up sooner or later, sighing, I crossed my arms under my breasts "No, I do not" My answer was a lie, he knew it. I didn't understand why he was talking to me, to begin with, I sort of didn't mind it but at the same time, I didn't have time for the drama that came with this.

"I beg to differ since Mochi got under your skin earlier, I want to apologize for his stupidity" I rolled my eyes "no need, as I said, those are your friends" Kakucho scoffed while sitting up a bit, I looked at him with a perked eyebrow "what?" as much as I wanted to look at his tongue glide across his bottom lip, I kept my eyes up "you're the first female to keep a conversation with me"

Okay now that's sad, I thought. I cleared my throat "well if you can't keep a conversation with a woman then that sounds like a you problem now doesn't it Kakucho?" The deep yet loud laugh that came from him made my heart skip a beat, I never really interacted with anyone until now. Why did it have to be him out of all people? "you're funny Rayne but unfortunately, it's the ladies who can't keep one, they just want me because of the simple fact that I'm hot"

I scoffed while rolling my eyes "I think you're getting ahead of yourself" I said getting up, Kakucho stood up as well "am I? I think I'm hot with a good heart" I kept my eyes forward "seems your ego is bigger than the package you hold" I looked back at Kakucho who slammed into the glass door, I snorted up a small laugh before holding up my hand "point proven"

#bonten #shion madarame #kisaki #kakuchohitto #au story #collegeau #18andup #mikey sano #tenjiku #kantoumanjigang #toman #tokyo rev smut

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