#go buy breakfast outside with ben

[romanarose]

Happy Valentine’s Day! 💖

How are the couples in the Leather and Lace universe celebrating? (or are they celebrating at all???)

Sorry this is so late! I hope you had a great day! Forgive my typing my laptop took a shit on me on v day so Im typing on an unfamiliar one lol

Warms my heart people still care about this universe!!!!

I have Leather and Lace Valentine’s Day special from last year!

As for the whole gang, let’s see….

This will be a brief sneak peek into the future, as canonically the universe is at abouuuttt June/julyish? There’s some creative liberty there😂

Previous day there was no Lore, and I think everyone wants lore ♥️ and by the time next v day comes, there will be no Alice and Ben will be happy with Cam so, welcome to the LaL universe Cameron!!

Mentions of addiction bulimia abuse smut

Santi and Laci

All the cutesy. Santi knows Lacina is a lover of cheesy romance so last year it was dinner. However now they have a baby. Doesn’t mean romance is dead however! After their strain over the summer Santi refuses to let Laci feel less than, esp after giving birth to Leto.

Leto is a few months old, I think approaching 6 months, and Laci has just started back at work. When she comes home, Santi has the whole dinner set up with candles and lights. Laci feels bad when she has to pause dinner to feed Leto but Santi thinks there’s nothing more beautiful than his wife breastfeeding his son. His heart is so full and happy, he couldn’t imagine a better day, even as he burps the tiny baby.

Of course, Laci isn't going to forget him either. Laci buys him the first bouquet of flowers he's gotten outside of his mom and Fatima's deaths. And, ofc, bc it's them, they make love that night. Laci is tired but they do their fav none intercourse activity and do hand stuff while making out. It always feels intimate and close.

Frankie and Jana

Just because they've been together more or less 15 years, doesn't mean Jana isn't slacking on making sure Frankie, and year and a half clear despite the stress of two children, feels loved. He's so good to her, going above and beyond during her pregnancy, finishing her doctorate, and handling both a newborn and a 3 year old. Jana was not the type of woman to congratulate a man on doing basic parenting, but christ he was amazing. Both were still on maternity leave, little Max being maybe 2 months old? Ish? Frankie would be going back to work part time soon just to keep a schedule, but would largely be a stay at home dad. She knew it wasn't easy and wanted to make sure he was so, so loved. So, under the guise of feeding Max, Jana sneaks out of the room and gets working on breakfast.

"Hi mommy, are you making me pancakes?" A sleepy Rosie toddled out in her doc McStuffins PJ's"

"Lo siento mija, did I wake you?"

"No." Rosie shook her head. Quería saludar a Max pero estaba durmiendo."

"Ah, I see. Would you like to help me cook for daddy?"

Rosie excitedly said yes, and after little bit they brought Frankie breakfast in bed. His eyes woke with a start, still protective of Jana even though she was past the 6 weeks of a c-section recovery.

"Baby, what are you-" he started to stand but as instructed Rosie ran up and pinned him down. Rosie explained the food they made while Jana got a crying Max. When all four were settled into bed, they eat together, Frankie feeding Jana as she breastfed Max. And don't you worry, once Max and Rose were down for a nap, Frankie gave Jana her Valentines Day gift. about 6 or 7 of them.

Will and Lorelei

Lore and Will had no issues giving Chloe away for a few hours.

Make no mistake, they adored their daughter, Lore loving to watch Chloe learn knew things about the world around her and Will was so wonderful when he played with her. Chloe would never have to wonder her worth the way Lorelei and Will did, they'd protect her the best they could from what they and their friends had endured.

No they loved Chloe Sen. However, they were comfortable taking time off. Lorelei had given birth in late July, and had a speedy recovery, making a mile run two weeks postpartum. This was not because of her eating issues (okay maybe baby weight was a small factor but she was working on it, okay?) more importantly, she needed to be ready to help run the farm for harvest season. Mrs. Miller would be watching Chloe Sen tonight for a few hours while Will took Lore out to dinner just as she had over harvest.

Lorelei had never been somewhere so fancy. She was dressed up in a dress Will said was "fit to attend the Oscar's with James Dean" never mind Dean's Oscar win was posthumous, but the compliment felt nice. Lorelei loved the traditional schtick, even if she told him she didn't need anything, that having a family was enough. Will, of course, would never let that slide. He also bought her jewelry, and he was the first man who didn't fumble that bag, getting her a classy tennis bracelet that matched her silvery dress. Lorelei's red dress was not fitting right with her breastfeeding boobs, and once thing about Lorelei Yen Giang, she did not where pink.

Lorelei's gift surprised Will. Not that Lorelei couldn't be sweet or tender; Lorelei always showed Will her love in her own love language, but gift giving was not one. She gives him a framed picture, something Laci had snapped at the beach day last summer. Lorelei wasn't showing in her swimsuit yet, Will had his shirt on. Despite the tension of those early months, Lorelei had forgotten how much she and Will still had fun. They were sitting on beach towels, Lorelei's head thrown back laughing, black hair cascading down. Will was grinning ear to ear.

"I love it, Lore..." Will says, smiling brightly.

If Lorelei didn't have make up on, she'd be blushing.

"I love you, William. I know there were so many reservations from my side early on but all these months later, you prove me wrong every single day. You are exactly the kind of man I saw you as, no tricks, no games."

Will kissed her tenderly. "And you, princess, blow me away every single day."

There was no sex that night, Chloe not having fallen asleep for her grandma nor a few hours after, keeping them both up. But Lorelei feel asleep with her loving boyfriends arms around her, and that was enough.

Benny and Cameron.

It was all so new. Being the off season, Ben and Cam were somewhere in Arizona, fucking the entire day away in Cam's van. Ben was still worried about the other ball dropping, for something in Cam to switch. For him to leave again or for him to hurt him like Alice. Things weren't easy peasy; Ben was still relapsing on bulimia and drinking, but the recovery periods were getting longer and Cam was always quick to assure him relapse is a normal part of recovery. Frankie quit coke cold turkey, but that's because he had a scare. it'd take Ben some time, but Cam would be there every step.

As soon as Cam woke after a long nap to Ben in the kitchenette, listening to him clanging around trying to cook he knew Ben was having a bad day. When he opened the curtain to find the living space/kitchen a massive mess, with food everywhere in Ben's attempt at cooking and a table set up of half-made crafts, he knew it was Ben's ADHD. He was trying to get Ben to warm up to the idea of trying meds again, but once step at a time.

"Baby?" Cam called, and Ben wiped around, eyes wide as he began sputtering.

"I'm sorry! Im sorry I was trying to make breakfast and also this craft I saw on printers and also this other one then the bacon was burning and-"

"Baby, can I hold you?"

Ben blinked at him, looking nervous. He wasn't used to people asking if they could touch him. "Oh. Um... no I don't think so."

Cam smiled, happy Ben felt comfortable enough, trusted him enough to communicate. "Thank you for telling me. Benny, does this have something to do with Valentine's Day?"

He hesitated but admitted yes. "I love you so goddamn much Cam and we've been on the road so I haven't hardly been aware the month let alone the year... Then all of a sudden I wake up and its the 14th and you've been just... just the fucking best. I don't want you to feel like I don't appreciate you..."

Cameron listened until he was sure Ben was done. "Would it help if we just... pretended today was another day? I swear, just you being here..."

"No! Cam let me do something nice for you."

"Something nice for me," He started slowly. "Is you being nice to yourself. Listen, my birthday is coming up, if you really want to, not saying you have to, but if you really want to you can go all out that day. But what I really, really want..." He reached out his hands, which Ben took. "Is to eat this burnt bacon, tape this half-made craft to my wall, and then get back into bed with the love of me life that I thought I'd never get to hold again. What do you think."

Ben paused, allowing himself to absorb Cam's words. Cam din't want anything from him outside of his love, fidelity, and company. He didn't want ben's money, didn't want him to change or hide self, and although they certainly had fantastic sex, if Ben wasn't feeling it he could say no, but Cam usually picked up on it before hand.

"Okay, yeah, that sounds good..."

"Good." Cam smiled and reached behind Ben. "I like my bacon extra crispy."

*******

Happy v day!!!!

tagging a few peeps who still interact with the all universe

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @missdictatorme @ivystoryweaver @pimosworld @miraclesabound @poeedameronn@itspdameronthings @whatthefishh

#leather and lace #lal universe #leather and laci univere #lacuna dumas #Santiago garcia #triple frontier #Frankie morales #jana fernandez #will miller #Lorelei giang #ben miller #Cameron macdonald #triple frontier franfiction

[elpida]

"Hi sweetie, sorry took a bit longer locking up downstairs than i thought. how was your day? everything going okay?" she'd grown so comfortable with Xander over the weeks, taken to that little pet name, sweetie, just rolled off the tongue. She'd even say he could wait for her upstairs in her apartment when she was still finishing up because she trusted him in her home. Eden turned to him with a soft smile, sliding the stained apron she'd left on up over her head and then catching sight of the photo album she'd left open on her coffee table. "Oh." she mused, a soft little smile. "Sorry, left that out last night.. don't get that out a lot really it's umm.." upsetting wasn't the right word, upset wasn't how she felt when she looked through it, it was something far deeper than that. "That one isn't baby photo's or anything it's more.. me and my Brother, the most recent ones we had together or, sort of the ones from college upwards."

For a little while Eden tinkered around her kitchen but when she went over to the sofa she held out a hot mug that'd.. sort of become his mug in her home, one that she'd actually gone out and bought because there was a big dog and a little cat on there and it'd reminded her of Auggie and Romeo. She settled on the sofa beside, one leg folded and tucked underneath the other. That was when she reached forward and brought the photo album up between them.

"That right there is me when I went to college, my gran she always wanted me to have a back up, just incase so.. I did go to college, I hated it though. That's my first day and Ben showed up to take my to my first class, make sure I didn't get lost. We went to the same but, he already knew his way around. I was really nervous for it so I think he just.. showed up to calm my nerves." her fingers rested over it, traced the photo. "He was really kind like that, I mean people say that I'm kind but.. no, nothing like him. If someone needed a cheerleader in their corner, Ben would be that cheerleader." she flicked a few pages, they were so alike in so many ways and then again, not. They both had the same pitch black hair and whilst Eden's hair formed such soft waves, Ben's formed the tightly curly ringlets, she had the softest spring green hues and he had the same shape to his eyes, just his were more grey than green. His brows, thick and dark, not as sculpted as hers.. one thing was noticeably different, he was significantly taller than Eden.

The photo she stopped at made her laugh, it was the two of them outside the bakery, except Ben was holding a cake. "This was the first day that I sort of.. properly took over the bakery as mine, it wasn't long after our grandmother died and.. it sounds silly but the bakery was the thing that made me get up and get out of bed and.. give it some effort, rather than being miserable you know? he said it was absolutely absurd that working and owning a bakery, i did not make myself a cake to congratulate my first day.. so there he is, turning up with this terrible and god.. I mean it really was terrible cake that he'd spent far too long making but it was.." enough to warm her cheeks with how wide her smile had been, like it had now. "Don't even ask what it says on that cake because I don't even think he knew." Enough to make her laugh at the memory.. enough to make her heart ache.

A lot of the photo's where silly poses, selfies they'd taken at the cinema but there was this really sweet one where Eden had fallen asleep on his shoulder and he took photographic evidence of it. "We did movie night, every Thursday.. took it in turns buying snacks and we'd bicker every time because I like sweet popcorn and he liked salty. We'd always end up getting sweet either way." Eden knew she was talking Xander's ear off but.. she never really talked about Ben. She'd never really been comfortable enough with anyone, to let them know all these little memories she cherished. "We even made sure that we did breakfast together every Sunday. Granny made this whole tradition when we came to live with her.. every Sunday was proper breakfast. That meant it was either a big cooked breakfast, or pancakes. No scrimping either, if it was pancakes it was with all the terrible toppings that kids like but.. we kept the tradition. I think people thought it was actually weird because he wasn't like that cringey big Brother, he was my best friend, I could rely on him, you know?"

That little reminiscent smile was that, a smile but it was so.. sad. It was filled with so much heartache, so much longing. "He wasn't a bad man, you know? I get he probably seems it I mean, the whole money thing.. he uh, I think he did that for me. I think he did it selflessly so that I had the bakery, I remember being so scared we'd lose this place when my Granny spent her whole life building it up and loving it, and that it'd just be gone so I think he did all of that for me. I never did figure out how he did it at the time and then he.." then he was gone. He was gone and she'd spent so long being alone. Her fingers had stopped flicking through the pages because she'd got to the last one. No more photo's after this one, and the photo album still had pages left to fill. The last photo was of the almost twin like siblings just at a park, being silly, normal siblings together. He'd pulled an idiotic duck face whilst Eden was in the background, feeding the local ducks at the pond. That was the day before he died. "I still feed those ducks." she forced herself to huff a little laughter, if not she'd start sobbing but her fingers drummed over that photo, other hand lifting her mug to sip her tea.

"He uhh.. he wasn't meant to go when he did.." she started to explain. "That night—" she tapped more prominently on the photograph. "I'd gone out, seen some old college friends that were visiting. I never really let my hair down and he told me to have a little fun and that he'd come and get me when I was ready to come home, never liked me walking home alone after I'd have a drink so.. I got a little drunk and Ben came and got me, walked me home.. It was late and he tucked me up in bed, made sure I had water and something for my head." she was staring down at it, not crying not.. fretting or upset just, remembering it. Her hand absent mindedly reached across to rest on Xander's leg. "If I'd been more.. with it, I'd have told him to stay. I'd have said sleep on the couch it's late, I'd have have made him stay.." and this was the one and only reason behind why Eden didn't drink anymore. "He left, when he thought I was okay.. and it was about, three minutes. All of three minutes, I'm lying in bed.. I hear this gunshot and.. I mean nothing had ever sobered me up quite as fast as that because I think I knew. I think some part of me knew.. who else right? It'd been so close to this apartment.. he was shot at the end of the road. I tried calling and calling, and then when he didn't answer I got my coat on, went out there and.. he was already dead. He was just lying there and I always thought if I just.. if I'd just told him to stay." that's when she turned and properly looked at Xander but her eye squinted slightly. "It's fine, it's been a while now I'm okay, honest but... are you? You kind of look like you've seen a ghost— bad joke."

Eden had loved her Brother more than anything, like she said.. he'd been her rock, her best friend. He'd been her protector, he'd kept her safe and he'd have done anything to make her happy but.. now she'd be forever stuck with a memory of cradling her Brothers body and begging with gods she'd never believed in, pleading with the heavens that she'd will to exist if it meant they'd listen and answer her prayers, to bring her Brothers back, to give him just five more minutes. @secretscost

#eden&xander #remember when i said i wrote an essay #do not match this at alll dont feel any pressure i went OFFF on one #THIS IS GONNA HURT

[azvolrien]

Jordan - Day 2

           We didn’t want to make too early a start today after our late night, but the hotel stopped serving breakfast at 10 so we got up at about 9. Breakfast was a pretty casual buffet affair, with a good range of pastries as well as fruit, cereal, eggs and other typical breakfast foods, with the obvious exceptions of anything with pork.

           Our first stop for the day was the Jordan Museum, but it wasn’t really in easy walking distance of the hotel so the receptionist arranged a taxi for us. He got us right to the main door in good time and we bought our tickets (5 Jordanian dinars each, pretty cheap for the size of the museum, I thought) and began to explore.

           The main entrance hall is currently given over to a sort of highlights exhibition, temporarily relocating artefacts from elsewhere in the museum to give a basic overview of human habitation in Jordan from the Palaeolithic all the way to the modern day. This included a lot of clay jars and flint handaxes, stuff you can really see in a lot of museums, but also an intriguing little box with design elements from many different cultures, including an Egyptian-style winged sun-disc and two lions on the lid that resembled the Lion Gate of Mycenae. It made for an interesting illustration of how many trade routes and influences have converged on Jordan over the centuries. Another highlight of the museum was the eerie plaster statues of Ain Ghazal, which sort of echo elements of Cycladic figures but are much, much older.

           The museum’s ground floor is mostly chronological, looking first at Stone Age finds then moving forwards in time through Egyptian influences, Romans, Nabataeans and so on. One thing I found interesting was how many names I’d recognised from the Bible cropped up, but not in their usual biblical context. Groups like Moab and Ammon tend to feature in the biblical narrative as – to put none too fine a point on it – the Bad Guys, and it was interesting to see them and their culture from a more neutral archaeological outlook rather than the more biased account of the Old Testament.

           The upper floor of the museum currently houses another temporary exhibit called ‘1001 Inventions’, dedicated to showcasing various great scientists and inventors from the Islamic Golden Age, featuring Ben Kingsley as the engineer Ismail al-Jazari. There weren’t as many actual artefacts on show, however, so we didn’t take as long to go around there.

           Finished at the museum, we set off on foot towards the Citadel. This led us along Hashemi Street, a busy shopping thoroughfare lined with little shops selling just about everything you could conceivably need or want from small bottles of decorative sand up to high-end horse tack and rifles, with small songbirds in cages outside a few of the shops. We didn’t stop to buy anything, however, and kept going until we reached the Roman Theatre. This is pretty stunning, not so much built as carved from the hillside and definitely worth a look, but we didn’t spend much time there and, after getting our bearings, began the climb up to the Citadel. Halfway up Yaqout al-Hamawi Street we ran into an elderly local who, on determining that we were from Scotland and not America, was keen to tell us about his numerous relatives who had gone to study in Britain.

           We got up to the Citadel eventually, and it is 100% worth the climb. The views out over the city are spectacular, including a gigantic Jordanian flag on a ridge to the north, and what remains of the Citadel itself is impressive. The site has been inhabited by a few different peoples, and while the highlights were probably the Umayyad palace complex and the colossal surviving columns of the Roman temple, smaller details like Bronze Age cave dwellings and old water cisterns and lime kilns were also interesting. The site is also home to a beautiful array of wildflowers, lots of small birds, bees, and a few stray cats, one of which lay down to use me as a sun shade for a few minutes as I sat on a step.

           After a quick snack in the Citadel café, we took an overpriced taxi back to the hotel – the driver really wanted us to visit the King Abdullah Mosque, but we managed to refuse – to wind down for a bit before meeting up with our tour group in the evening. They’re quite a multinational bunch, and our tour guide Reem is very friendly and helpful.

           Some of the group went back out into the city for a meal in the downtown area, but Mum and I were pretty tired by then so we just went for a burger in a sports bar next to the hotel, where we chatted a bit more with some others from the tour group. The burger was significantly bigger than expected, but was delicious and way cheaper than one of comparable size would have been at home.

           We have quite an early start tomorrow to reach Jerash before the crowds descend, but I’m interested to see the site.

#holiday diary #jordan

[thegrazingblacksheep]

Road Trip to Isle of Skye – Day 6 of 6

And sadly this day arrived: we leave Scotland today. It is still a long trip to Cardiff, so our plan was to stop somewhere half way again for a night, and then go home.

Leaving Skye

We mostly packed our stuff last night to be able to sleep a little bit more, but we still had to finish the cleaning. I loved the touch of a really squeaky-whistly hoover, even the Mr. heard it from outside when he popped out. I hate leaving nice accomodations, especially when we are on a holiday like this. But still: home is home, and you know, that little buzzing noise coming from cities... I needed that for normal operation.

At Coop we tried to find a bit of booze for one of our friends, but turned out that there is no chance to buy alcohol in those early hours (around 9:30). Well, we were sure he will be happy with some fudge too.

We went through Glencoe this time. We loved that part on the first trip, as Ben Nevis and Glencoe are absolutely stunning. We also visited the famous James Bond: Skyfall view! If you plan to go there, just google James Bond Skyfall on the Maps, and it will give you the exact spot. Amazing stuff for movie junkies.

Hadrian's Wall

Since I have seen King Arthur (the 2004 version), I always wanted to visit The Wall. I read about it a lot, and was planning to see it before, but this time we both found something interesting around, so chose our accomodation close to it.

There is a little, friendly car park called Steel Rigg, and from there a simple and easy path leads to the Wall. Which is sturdier than I thought actually. Right, I get that an 1200 years' old construction can't be a silly little fence which could be destroyed by a light breeze, but still... Completely see how it could keep barbarians out.

The Tree

We were both hungry and tired, and we didn't have much time to have dinner and come back here to take the walk again. Not in my pace anyway, which is not ridiculously slow, but the Mr. is running almost! Anyway, I asked him to just drop me off at the accomodation, go and do the shot, and we will have some dinner later, I will investigate about our options.

I was in the BnB for 30 minutes when he messaged that he just realised: it's full moon that night, and basically nothing else can be seen on the sky at all... So he returned, and we went out to look for something to eat :)

Or not to eat...

We didn't really have much options. The pub we targeted was advertised as open, we went there before the serving time ends, so everything clicked. Until we went there, and  found a scruffy A4 sheet on the door with some scribble that it is "fully booked". We checked it on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Google, its own website - nothing indicated this flip off, really. This is the thing I will never understand.

So we ended up going to a really dodgy and filthy looking Chinese take away, which had shedloads of health and safety issues around. Daisy chained power extender plugs, scruffy and broken fans, and opaque-of-dirt shopfront windows. I didn't want to imagine the kitchen area, but in that time we were so hungry that I didn't mind eating the Demogorgon itself. 

We were not surprised when we opened the boxes at the BnB and turned out that it is completely not what we ordered. Maybe it was really the Demogorgon, and if it was, I can state that it is quite an oily boy. Stinks as well. Whoop whoop. 

At least we had a good night sleep that night. Next day we started at a petrol station to have some breakfast, and man, I never expected Starbucks' porridge to be that good. The Mr. had some vegan pastry from Greggs, and with these fill-ups, we headed back to Cardiff.

I have some 4K footages of driving past the Prince of Wales bridge, Welcome to England, Welcome to Scotland, and all of these on the way back. Videos about lovely little drives among towns and villages, sheep who never care about cars, majestic mountains and stunning rows of Victorian houses. 

Once I have time, I will combine them and share the video here :) Thank you for following this nice little adventure, I can only recommend Scotland to anyone who never been. We will miss it!

#hadrians wall #king arthur #tree #photography #skye #eilean donan #greggs #cardiff #prince of wales #victorian #demogorgon #coop #glencoe #skyfall #james bond

[snzunii]

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+ summary. in which you and sanzu are in a very chaotic marriage.

+ tags. romance, fluff, heavy (?) angst, modern au, smau, arrange marriage au, college setting, use of profanities, eventual smut, 18+

+ note. hi hehe so uhm, listen to lifetime by ben&ben just bcs hihi reblogs are appreciated <3

+ status. on-going

+ series masterlist.

“Good morning!”

A smile was visible on Haruchiyo’s face as soon as he heard your voice, and the next he felt your arm clinging on his waist while you were bombarding his face with kisses. His eyes were still closed but he can imagine you looking at him with that smile that he has always adored. “C’mon, wake up.”

“Mhm.” he hummed, turning to face you as he slowly opened his eyes, “What time is it?”

“3 to 7.” you giggled. “So, get your ass up and let’s make breakfast.”

It is your second day at the vacation house and even though you know you’d get to see each other for the next few days—the rest of your lives, rather, you want to make the most out of this mini vacation.

Well, it is to make up for that ruined trip. And, tomorrow you’ll go back to your normal lives. Today, you’ll just have to forget that you have responsibilities outside of this little world you have for yourselves.

That reminds you, you both thought of four things last night of what you wanted to do for this day and the first number on that list was to…

1) Make breakfast together.

It was one of the things that you both missed when you two weren’t talking to each other. It still breaks your heart when you remember that one morning when you bumped into each other in the kitchen—it was absolute silence. It was like you were a cold wind just passing him by. But no need to bother yourself about that now, right? After all, you two are doing fine.

You are fine, now that you can see your husband struggling to tie his apron—he’s so cute, you snickered as you shook your head, motioning your hand for him to come close to you. “C’mere.”

He chuckled, scratching the back of his head as he moved towards you, turning his back for you to be able to tie his apron. “I missed this.”

You just smiled, wrapping your arms around his waist as soon as you finished tying his apron. “Me too. Why don’t we start now ‘cause I’m starving?”

…

“You suck at this!”

“No! You suck!” you retaliated, completely focused on clicking any buttons on the controller just to win against your husband who keeps on teasing you—as expected of him. Laughter fills the whole room as the game finishes—laughter from your husband who you just looked at with a blank stare. “You cheated.”

2) Play video games (it was pretty obvious who put this on the list, right?)

“I didn’t! I was beside you the whole time, how could I’ve cheated?!” he said with his eyebrows raised and a bit of a smug look—okay, a lot of a smug look dancing on his facial features. “Just admit you aren’t good at this.”

“Blah, blah.” you dropped the controller on the sofa, “I don’t want to play anymore.”

“Loser.”

…

3) Buy groceries together

“We don't need that-”

“But I need this.” Haruchiyo snickered as he put the bag of candies back in the cart. You didn't have any choice but to roll your eyes, what can you do when he’s so insistent on buying the candy.

“Fine.” you surrendered, pushing the cart out of the aisle with your husband following you.

Later on, you feel his presence beside you—chuckling. “This is so fun. We should make this a weekly thing.”

“Then what? You’ll keep on buying things that we don't even need? There won't be a next time. I won’t bring you here again.”

…

And last but not the least, 4) Sleep under the stars just like you both used to

“That’s not how our dads made it.” you said, hands on the side of your hips as you look at the blanket fort you both made at the backyard.

“Then do you wanna call them?” Haruchiyo asked, with obvious sarcasm, of course.

You ignored him and entered the fort filled with pillows, a familiar comfort fills your heart as you look around inside. Who says you’re too old for stuff like this?

Haruchiyo followed you inside, throwing himself beside you. “Do you remember when you and Senju locked me inside the blanket fort?”

“Dumb ass, how would we lock you it’s just a blanket. We just clipped it outside and you thought you’re locked in. You could've just pulled the blankets apart. Not so smart now, are we?” you laughed, pinching his cheeks when he threw you a blank stare.

Even though your husband is throwing you a death stare, you couldn't help but laugh as you remember that moment. Though, when you heard him start crying at the time, you easily surrendered and opened the fort. You will always have a soft spot for Haruchiyo, especially when he’s crying.

You hated to see him or even hear him cry.

“Whatever.” he grumbled, snuggling close to you, making your arm his pillow while he wrapped his arm around your waist. “You were so mean to me, until now.”

“Excuse me?!”

But the two of you knew that that wasn't true. For him, you were the only one he had. For Haruchiyo, you were one of the kindest people he had ever met.

You always protected him, he knows that you hate it when you see him getting hurt and maybe that’s why you had to hide the one big thing that you know would hurt him.

But still, you shouldn't have. Because even though he understands you, it is still hurting him. Even being with you right now, because he knows you have a kind heart and he is aware that you couldn't bear the weight of what has happened—even though everything seems fine—Haruchiyo knows you. You have always protected him and he knows you will never forgive yourself for hurting him.

“‘m just kidding.” he whispered, “You’re always so kind to me and to the people around you. That’s one of the things I love about you.”

You closed your eyes, leaning your cheek on his head. “Tell me more.”

“Hm. I love that you always tried to fight Takeomi when we were kids.” he chuckled—trying to think of the things that he loved most about you, “I don't know.” his grip on your waist tightens, “I just… I love everything you do and everything that you are.”

“Haru.”

“Hm?”

“Are you really happy right now?”

He can say all these things, he can laugh or smile even, but you know his eyes tell different things—his eyes depict a different version of the story. You're not too dumb to realize that this—his whole time with you here, is just him pretending to be alright.

He wants to tell you that he is because he’s with you.

“I want to be.”

And how he hated that he had to tell you the truth. Do you even know why he chose this place to spend this weekend with you? He was so desperate to look at you the way he did before.

He was so determined to bring it all back, to cover it all up but no matter what he does—this version of you is all that he sees. The version of you that he doesn't even know, the you that he couldn't even trust.

“Hm.” you hummed, feeling the subtle tears dropping on the side of your eyes. “Do you still love me?”

“I do.”

“But?”

“I love you so much and everything that you were but I don't know if I… I just don't like this person that I’m with right now.”

He wasn't expecting this—you both didn't. You two were together ever since you were kids, you grew together. You expect that you would be with him forever and he did too. He just didn't see it coming, he didn't see that he wouldn't like the person that you grew into.

And maybe, you understand. It wasn't a small thing you did, it was enough for the two of you to fall apart. You couldn't force him to be fine with it.

“I’m sorry…” you heard him hiccup, you pulled him close to you—fingers running through the strands of his hair as you soothe him. “Everything’s just different. I don't know If I could do this anymore.”

“It’s okay, Haru. I’ll be fine and you… will be fine.” you whispered, fighting all the might to stop yourself from sobbing. You didn't want to make it harder than it is.

All you could ever think of was, if you had a chance to go back…

…you would definitely do things differently.

Everything feels surreal. You keep on hoping that this is just a nightmare and soon you’ll wake up but why can you feel the pain inside your chest? He too, wishes that this was just a cruel dream—but it wasn't.

He knows it’s unfair to stay when he isn't sure and you know it’s unfair to make him stay when all of this hurts him.

“I love you, Haru. You know that, right?”

He pulled you close, making the most of the borrowed time you both have. “I know you do.”

So now, all you could do was to wait for the stars to disappear—wait for all the shining lights that burn brightly to lose their light. Until then, you get to hold each other like tomorrow doesn't exist.

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You do none shipping fics right?

Because I would love to see 32 of the new list with Peter and Ned if you get the chance

I do!! I write a lot of non-ship fics, that's why i add the option of putting friends and family dynamics in my inbox. wouldn't be opposed to writing them as a ship, but I do love them as friends, so your wish is my command

prompt: “Permission to hug?” “Granted.” “Oh fuck my ribs.” (from this list)

Read Swinging on Memory Lane here on ao3

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Peter really needs to stop staying out so late. It’s not like it was his fault or anything, more criminals operate under the cover of darkness after all, but he feels like such an asshole rolling back into his apartment at 3am, especially when his roommate has class in just a few hours.

Still, Spider-Man is his responsibility. He has to be out there protecting the city, no matter the cost.

He’ll just be extra quiet sneaking in tonight.

It was 5 in the morning.

In all honesty, he should have gone home hours ago. If only to keep his promise to May, he should have gone home.

But it’s the anniversary of Ben’s death, and, well, you know the rest.

The night he died had been average for the season. A little chilly sure, but nothing a jacket wouldn’t fix. Today, the wind ripped the tears from his eyes, and even the heat protection he’d built into the suit couldn’t keep him warm.

Maybe he shouldn’t have sat at the top of the Chrysler building.

That’s definitely the problem. That’s why he couldn’t stop crying. The cold.

Not the already healed knife scrape. Not the ankle he almost broke a couple days ago he could still feel aching. Not the wound from a stray bullet last week that left a lasting scar.

Not the fact that he couldn’t even swing above the street where his uncle was murdered.

He thought about not going back to his apartment. Ned would be pissed if he woke him up right now. He has class in three hours.

Peter knew Ned’s schedule better than he knew his own anymore. His alarm went off at 6:30am, he caught the 7:10 train to campus and made it to his first class by 8am. That was every morning but Fridays.

Today wasn’t Friday. Today was Wednesday.

Peter didn’t have classes on Wednesday. Stroke of pure luck that meant he could work an extra few hours or actually finish his homework early for once.

Lucky that he wouldn’t have to go to class with no sleep and a tragic past.

He took the day off work. He’d asked for it off two weeks ago, already preparing for the trainwreck he knew he was going to be that day.

His plan for the day is as follows: sleep for a couple hours just so he could say he did, choke down some breakfast, stop at a bodega to buy flowers that weren’t completely wilted, visit the cemetery and leave aforementioned flowers on Ben Parker’s grave, and then go to dinner at Aunt May’s.

Ned would be pissed if he didn’t get home before he woke up. As it was, he certainly wasn’t going to be happy, but if Ned knew he stayed out all night just because he couldn’t bear to come home, he was going to get a long lecture when Ned found out.

May invited Ned over for dinner.

MJ also had an invitation, but she worked nights and wouldn’t be able to make it.

Again, Ned was going to be pissed if he wasn’t home when his alarm went off. He would check Peter’s room to make sure he was in bed, especially tonight.

So, he began his swing back to their apartment.

He had to take the long way around. If he passed by the street where Ben- where it happened, he would imagine the blood on the pavement, and then he’d never make it home.

His watch read 5:48am as he clung to the wall outside their living room window. Ned’s alarm wouldn’t go off for another 42 minutes.

Peter breathed a sigh of relief. He made it.

He always climbed through their living room window. It was as much of a force of habit as it was a necessity. His bedroom window didn’t offer nearly enough privacy, and their bathroom window was rusted shut.

The window swooshed open silently, miracle of miracles. The only light in the whole room came from the sun, barely peeking over the horizon, meaning Ned couldn’t possibly be awake. He always turns on at least a lamp when he first wakes up so he doesn’t trip over anything and wake Peter up.

Not that he had to worry when Peter barely slept.

It was a sweet gesture.

Peter pulled off his mask and headed to the bathroom to shower away at least the surface layer of blood and grime off.

That being done, he slipped on the spare t-shirt and boxers he kept in his drawer in the bathroom for these occasions and headed to his room to pass out for a few hours.

There was a light emanating from under his door. Peter frowned. He didn’t remember leaving his desk lamp on, but his whole day leading up to patrol had been a little hazy, so he dismissed it and twisted his door knob, praying to any deity that would listen that it didn’t creak.

It didn’t, but his bed did.

Ned was sitting on the edge of his bed, leafing through an old photo album under the light of Peter’s shitty desk lamp.

They both froze, staring at each other.

“You’re home,” Ned finally said.

“Yeah.” Peter responded.

“You’re late.”

“Yeah,” he said again.

They lapsed into silence again, and the air was tense.

“You weren’t supposed to stay out late tonight.”

“You’re not supposed to be awake.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” Ned admitted.

“Neither could I, but I also don’t have much to do today. You have class.”

“Sorry, I forgot to tell you. I emailed my professors yesterday to tell them I had a family emergency and wouldn’t be in today.”

“Family emergency? Holy shit dude, is everything okay?”

“Peter…” Ned said meaningfully.

“What? Did I forget something?”

“Peter,” he said again.

Then Peter understood. “You took a day off classes because-”

“Because of you,” Ned confirmed. “I had a feeling today was going to be bad. Was I right?”

Peter thought about lying, but he knew it was pointless. Instead, he nodded wearily.

“Hey,” he said softly, standing up and starting to come towards Peter. “Permission to hug?”

“Granted.”

Ned wrapped his arms around his waist and held on tight.

“Oh fuck my ribs,” Peter wheezed.

He loosened his arms, but didn’t let Peter go. “Sorry. I have been worried sick about you all night. Where were you?”

“Doesn’t matter. I just didn’t want to come home yet I guess. Too many people that I might be able to save.”

“Figures. I came in to check on you a couple hours ago.”

“And then you stayed.”

“I wanted to be here when you came back in case you weren’t okay. Then you’d left the photo album open on your desk- I was curious, sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I’m sure there’s pictures of you in there.” He picked up the book and started flipping through pages. “See, look. How old do you think we were there? Five? Six?”

The photo was taken on a playground, somewhere where the city probably ripped it out to build a new parking lot. Ben was pushing both of them, smiling into May’s camera all the while.

“That’d be my best guess, yeah. I think that was the day you fell and got playground mulch splinters in your knee.”

“And May had to bribe me with ice cream so I’d stop crying and they could wipe the dirt off? I remember.”

They both sat down on the bed, and Peter placed the album between them. Each photo they came across had a memory behind it, and Peter laughed until he was too tired to lift his head up.

He leaned his head on Ned’s shoulder. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“Of course, dude, what are friends for?”

“I just miss him so much sometimes.”

“I know. But you still have May.”

“Mhmm.”

“And worst case scenario you still have me.”

“Oh god,” Peter groaned sarcastically, pushing him up.

“But you also need to take care of yourself,” Ned reminded, picking up the photo album and setting it on his desk before pulling his blackout curtains to obscure the sunrise. “Get some sleep, okay?”

“Okay. A few hours, then we have to get ready to leave for May’s.”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget.” He clicked off his desk lamp. “Need anything before I go?”

“Last hug?”

“Sure, last hug.”

Peter probably held him a little too tight, but Ned didn’t complain. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight, Peter.”

“Goodnight.”

As much as he missed Ben, he had to admit that the family he had left wasn’t too bad.

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[aficwhore]

Truth Is (Chapter 3)

Chapter 3: Paper Weighted Problems

Frankie “Catfish” Morales x F!reader

Summary: After the night before, tensions between Fish and Chip arise. While tearing through the jungle and Lorea’s place, Frankie and the reader fight, leading to an amazing discovery.

Word count: 3K

Warnings: explicit language, blood, violence, guns/weapons, lots of angst and emotions, infidelity?, smut, sexual innuendos, drinking, mentions of drugs, talk of death/death itself, and talk of mental health(PTSD and depression).

A/N: Sorry for the late update, Life has its ups and downs! Today we had a bad storm so I sat in my basement and wrote this. I hope you like it<3

Regret. Frankie couldn't hide the emotion from me. It was as clear as day, I wondered if the boys had noticed it. 

“Well what’s for breakfast?” I broke the awkward silence, causing everyone but Frankie to break their gazes away from me, but exchanges looks between each other. I finally looked anywhere but in Frankie’s direction.

Tom cleared his throat, “Uh nothing special, we saw that you had some frozen waffles and just made those.” He tried to lighten the mood, it was obvious, everyone knew about last night. 

“Haha, yea, what grown woman buys Eggos?” Benny attempted to joke, causing Santi and Will to stifle a laugh. 

I rolled my eyes, fighting a smile, thoughts of Frankie still clouding my mind. “For occasions just like this one! When five grown men have a slumber party in my living room.” I added, walking over to the counter and grabbing a plate full of waffles and dowsing them in syrup.

“Right, because that’s definitely what it was.” Tom chuckled, handing me a napkin.

“Exactly, I’m pretty sure I saw Pope braiding Benny Boy’s hair.” I joked biting into a chunk of food.

Ben scoffed, “It gets in my eyes!” And everyone froze, staring at him in shock. After a second of complete silence, Frankie burst into laughter, sending the rest of us into a laughing fit, except Ben. He stood there blushing, trying to act like he didn’t reveal that he braids his hair.

Will began to cough, struggling to not choke on the mouthful of food while he snickered. Pope roughly patted him on the back as our giggles died down. 

“So, does that mean you sit in the mirror and braid your own hair?” Tom questioned with a smirk on his face, wanting to bother Benny more.

“You shut up.” He jokingly spits. Tom raises his hands as a sign of defeat and continues to finish the last bites of food on his plate.

“Anyways...Other than our ‘slumber party’ I know two people that had some fun last night.” Pope spoke up, causing mine and Fish’s eyes to open wide.

“Oh yea, how could we forget? ‘Oh FrAnKiE, Oh YeS! HaRdEr!’” Benny mimicked me while thrusting his hips for dramatic affect. I could feel heat rising to my face as the boys roared with giggles again. 

“Would you cut it out?” Frankie replied, wanting to avoid this talk entirely. 

Then Pope joined in, making fun of Frankie, “’FuCk, bAbY, I wOn’T LaSt LoNg!’” I sat there, embarrassed and not knowing what to say. Normally this would be a joke, but with everything, this wasn’t a joking matter.

“I said enough!” Frankie shouted, “It shouldn’t have happened, okay?!” He expressed, shoving his chair back, getting up, and storming outside.

All the commotion died immediately. Pope and Benny opened their mouths to apologize when they turned to me, but were met with a blank stare.

Did he really mean that? After pursuing me? After trying so hard to make up, he goes and says ‘It shouldn’t have happened.’

Everyone remained quiet, continuing to stare at me in concern. After what felt like hours, Tom pushed his seat back and got up, hopefully headed to catch Frankie.

Once Tom had made it out the front door, I cleared my throat, "So, what time are we leaving?" I asked, trying to hide all the hurt and pain from my eyes.

The three remaining men all exchanged looks, "Here in 15." Santi spoke quietly, unsure of what exactly just happened.

"Sounds good!" I faked enthusiasm, stuffing my mouth with the last bite on my plate and getting up. I swiftly put my dishes in the sink and headed back to my room. I could hear the boys whispering to each other, trying to understand what the hell was going on with Frankie and I.

I closed my door behind me. I leaned against it, letting my head fall back with defeat and hit the door. Feeling my emotions topple over the brim, tears rushed to my eyes as I slid down the door and sank to the floor.

What the fuck was going on? Why was Frankie so upset with our actions. I thought finally we had made up, that he was once again MY Fish. Had he just used me last night? What changed his mind? Why was this happening all over again?

Lost in my thoughts, I hadn't realized that my sobs were now audible. I couldn't hold back the garbled gasps I let out. Tears stained my cheeks and began to soak my shirt.

Through the door I could hear the boys trying to get each other to come get me, because it was close for us to leave. Not wanting to deal with the water works anymore, I slapped my cheeks a few times, trying to smack the emotions out of my head. I wiped my tears off and quick got up to change my shirt.

After rummaging through my clothes, I found a similar shirt, threw it on and swung open the door, wanting to just head to the airport, and to get this over with.

Holding my head up high, I confidently walked back to the kitchen/living room to meet the boys. Only Benny and Will stood there waiting for me, finishing the dishes and putting them away.

"All set? I'm ready to get this over with and be rich." I attempted to joke, causing the brothers in front of me to awkwardly chuckle, their eyes full of worry.

Benny shook his head, acknowledging that I wanted to ignore the fiasco and to get on the road. He led the way out of the apartment after hanging up a dish towel and grabbing his wallet and keys off the counter.

I followed quickly behind him with Will right on my heels. When we made it to the cars, Frankie sat in the front passenger side of Santi's truck, Santi in the driver seat, and Tom between them.

"I'll drive," Will offered, making his way to his truck and getting in. Benny walked ahead of me, opened the door and waited for me to hop in, before getting in after.

No one spoke as we tailgated Santi's truck all the way to the airport. Will placed his hand on my thigh the whole time, as a way to console me. Benny had his arm around me, slightly pulling me into his side. With them, I felt much better, they were my best friends and knew exactly how to comfort me.

When we found a good parking space, we all hopped out, and grabbed our things from the bed of the trucks. It was still awkwardly silent between everyone.

As we checked into our flights and went through TSA, Benny tried to lighten the mood by saying he needed a snack, even though we had just ate. We all giggled when Will called him a 'garbage disposal.'

Sitting at our flight gate was almost unbearable, realizing this mission would be very difficult, now with the added tension.

When we boarded the plane, Will and Santi sat with me, of course I was in the middle. Tom, Benny, and Frankie sat in the seats next to us. During the first hour I attempted to read a book, but quickly got bored as I felt Pope fall asleep and rest his head against my shoulder. Will sat with his eyes closed and headphones in.

I glanced over Pope's sleeping frame to find the others. Benny was leaned forward, head down and snoring on the tray he had propped up. Tom was slouched in his chair, his head lulling back and forth with sleep consuming him. And Frankie, who was also reading, looked up and met my eyes.

I ignored the gaze he gave me and turned my attention back to my book. Moments later I felt my phone buzz with a text. I sat my book down and pulled out my phone, reading the message;

Fishie: "I'm sorry..."

I rolled my eyes, was he really apologizing for his blowout, over a text?

Locking my phone, I put it face down into my lap, leaving the message unanswered. I continued my page in my book, only getting past a few sentences before my phone vibrated again. I acted as if I didn't feel it and remained reading. Only for it to ping again.

Frustratedly, I opened my phone again, seeing two additional texts;

Fishie: "Really?"

Fishie: "I meant what I said. I am sorry, but last night... was a mistake."

Heat began to rise to my cheeks, I forcefully typed back;

Me: "Wow, you are unbelievable."

I heard him shuffle and type back quickly;

Fishie: "Because I apologized? It's true, I'm only helping us both here. Yea it was my fault, but I shouldn't have gone to your room."

Me: "You took advantage of my feelings. You acted like we can just ignore this, I can't help but feel you led me on."

Fishie: "Led you on?! How? WE both decided to sleep together, thats it. I didn't LEAD you to do anything."

Me: "You're a real fucking piece of work."

Fishie: "Oh really?"

Me: "Yea, fuck you."

Fishie: "God you are the most stubborn and hard headed person I've ever met. Can't you see that this was a damn mistake?"

Me: "Screw you, oh wait, I did, but look where that got me. I don't even know why you're trying to apologize, because somehow you keep shifting the blame to me."

As I hit send and shoved my phone between my legs and put my book away, I heard Frankie huff with anger. Awaiting a reply I closed my eyes and leaned against Will, using his arm as a pillow.

But for a while, nothing came, and I slowly began to drift into unconsciousness.

My sleep had been interrupted by the plane shaking and a loud thump. I opened my eyes abruptly, and slightly frightened. I faced Will, to glance out the window and found that we had finally landed in Colombia.

We all silently gathered our things and slowly made our departure from the plane and airport. Once we trudged through the doors, we made it into the humid climate, the wet air immediately dampening our skin and clothes.

"Damn, this is gonna be fun." Benny chirped as we all huddled into the jeep Santi had prepared for us. Santi hopped upfront, and so did Tom, leaving four of us to try and fit in the backseat.

"Pope, there six of us, there's no way we'll fit AND have room for the bags." I spoke up, watching as Will, Benny, and Frankie smushed into the seats together.

"I know, I promise I'm more prepared than that," he laughed. "We only have to ride like this for a few miles, then we're on foot, and they'll have cargo vans there." He explained, turning on the engine and motioning for me to somehow get in.

"You can sit on my lap, I'll hold you down during Pope's insane driving." Benny laughed from between Will and Fish. I climbed over Will, careful not to hurt him, and landed in Ben's lap when he yanked the arm I used to brace my weight.

I twisted in his lap to sit comfortably, hoping I'd fit and we could just hurry up and get this over with. Benny wrapped his arms around my waist as Santi sped off and made way to a long and bumpy road.

We hit quite a few bumps and potholes, causing me to shift and bounce in Benny's lap. I tried to lean forward and hang in-between the two front seats, to help alleviate the rough contact between us.

"Damn it Chip, quit wiggling." Benny grunted from behind me.

"I can't control that, Pope is hitting every possible bump on the road." I squeaked as we hit a particularly hard one. I landed back into his lap and felt something. "Ouch, what the hell is in your pocket."

Will snorted and faced the window to hide his face as Benny gulped loudly. "I-I can't help it, you keep moving!" I froze, wanting to still believe it was something in his pocket.

"C'mon man, can't you control yourself?" Frankie angrily spoke up.

I pulled my back from Benny and sat as far forward on his legs as I could, turning to look at Frankie. "What? How is it-" I countered, my voice dying in my throat.

"Fish, you know how it works, it's not like I'm doing this on purpose." Benny awkwardly explained.

Frankie huffed and shook his head. "Whatever." he muttered.

"Looks like someone is jealous." Santi quietly joked.

"I am not jealous! We-we are on a damn mission! That should be the last thing from anyones mind, we need to focus on not dying and getting the fucking money." Frankie snapped, filling the jeep with his booming voice.

All noise ceased, the only sound was the creaking of the car as we rolled off the main road into a trail. The tension was at an all time high, it was engulfing and in a way, suffocating.

After some time, we stopped, Santi throwing the car in park and quickly turning to us. "My informant said that the mansion should be vacant, but we only have about 15 minutes, so we get in and get out, with as much as we can carry, but we can't take too much time." We all nodded. "When I get the signal, we're coming in hot and getting right to it. Get out and suit up." He turned back around and hopped out.

We followed behind, pulling out our bags and pulling on our gear. Not much else was said, due to the shit that was about to go down, even though it would be empty, you never know what could happen.

"Alright, obviously with everything, we no longer fit, I'll ride the side." I spoke, waiting for Will to get in and shut the door.

"Me too, easier that way." Frankie offered, shutting his door after Benny jumped in.

Will shut his door and I placed my foot on the step bar, hauling myself up to grab the rack on top for support, hanging on tight as Frankie did the same. "All good?" Pope asked through the window.

"Game time bitches." I quirked, slapping my free hand on the top of the Jeep. As we waited for the signal, I took in my surroundings, lush, thick forest all the way around, If Pope doesn't know where to go, we'd definitely get lost.

As I admired the greenery, I turned to look over the roof of the car, meeting Frankie's eyes for what seemed like the millionth time since we've reunited.

He sheepishly looked away and down at the ground, his knuckles which wrapped around the frame of the rack, tightened and turned white.

A garbled and staticky noise came from the cab of the vehicle, causing Pope to slam the gear shift into drive and yell "Hold on tight!" He lurked the jeep forward, stepping up the speed.

I held on tighter, pulling my body as flush as I could to the side of the Jeep, to avoid hitting the branches and brush that littered the sides of the overgrown trial.

After a long blur of green, the forest broke into a path, leading to a small mansion. Just as fast as we drove, we stopped. I jumped off and quickly swung the door open for Will, stepping back and pulling my gun from my side.

Without any words, we all strategically filed into the house, making sure to take cover and search the premise, eliminating any threats. The first floor had been barren, as for people, though it was filled with expensive artwork and furniture.

Once we all searched and met at the staircase, Pope nodded at me, signaling for me to take the lead upstairs and sweep the area. I quickly glided up the stairs and took cover near the first door, getting ready to burst in the room and check. To my luck, when I leaped into the room, it was empty. I glanced behind the door, and walked further into the office, keeping my gun at attention.

I could hear the boys doing the same, in the last four rooms. I observed the room, a big desk sat in the middle, a fancy chair accompanied it, the walls were decorated with paintings and portraits. The was a door in the corner, which I strode over to, swinging it open, full force. An alarmed Fish sat on the other side, the door led to the next room. I quickly pointed my gun at the ground and rolled my eyes, turning to examine the room again.

"Clear!" I yelled, letting the team know our section was safe.

Frankie walked through the door and up to me, as I sifted through the desk. "Hey I just wanted to talk real quick."

"Really? Now is not the time, look for the money." I spat back at him. "Any luck?!" I yelled hoping someone found something.

A faint voice answered, "No! I swear, she said there was money here!" Pope echoed.

Getting antsy, I shoved the desk, causing it to fall over, Frankie stepped back, "Listen, I didn't mean to make things worse, okay? Trust me I wanted nothing more than to be with you again."

I paused my movements, holding a paperweight in my hand, "No Frankie, you've done enough, either you want me or don't." I spoke harshly.

"Damn it Chip, just listen!" He raised his voice.

"No! I'm not doing this again, get your shit together and fucking look for something!" I yelled, bending down to put the weight down. He leaned forward and grabbed my arm. "Fuck you!" I yanked away, causing the paper weight to leave my hand and barrel into the wall.

The wall cracked, a hole forming as the weight bounced off and fell to the ground. "Look at what you did!" Frankie gasped with frustration.

I whipped around, walking to the wall, grabbing the paperweight. As I stood, I stopped halfway up when I was met with the hole. But it wasn't just an empty wall or beam behind it. There were plastic packages sticking out, which is very unusual for houses. Frankie began to murmur again.

"Shh! Shut Up!" I shushed him, reaching into the hole and tugging at the bag.

"You never let me talk-" Frankie continued.

"Frankie shut the fuck up! Look!" I screamed when the bag came out of the wall and into my hands. I Twisted on my heel and showed him the bag, which contained a huge stack of One-hundred dollar bills.

"Holy Fuck." Frankie gulped, making eye contact with me.

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Could you do an imagine of having a fling with Carisi and getting pregnant?

Fling

A/N: Hey Anon! Heck yes I can do that! Remember peeps, if you’re gonna  have a ONS, be safe about it! Hope you enjoy

Tags: alcohol and bad decisions, mentions of smut, mentions of vomiting

Words: 1726

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It had been…a long day. You were the owner of a coffee shop that doubled as a bookstore, and three employees had up and quit on you. You had scrambled to find replacements, and while the new kids were working out well, they were still new, and needed a lot of handholding. So, on Saturday night, with the shop closed on Sundays, you went to the bar, hoping to just drink until you could forget about your worries for a little bit. What you weren’t expecting was for the ridiculously cute man, his suit jacket over the back of his chair and his sleeves rolled up, to buy you a drink. You were already pretty drunk, your inhibitions low, so you chatted with the stranger, who also seemed pretty far gone.

“Why don’t we take this party back to my place?” you eventually asked, and he agreed, a lopsided smirk on his face, his bright blue eyes clouded with alcohol.

In the back of the cab, you had drunkenly kissed him, and he kissed you back, both of you exploring each other’s bodies with your hands. Pulling up at your place, you dragged him inside. Once the door was closed, he had pushed you up against the wall, his mouth biting and sucking at your neck. You grabbed at his gelled hair, pulling soft groans from him as he marked you. You both eventually made it to the bedroom, naked, and you pulled him on top of you as you collapsed onto the bed.

“Fuck me—give me all you got,” you purred at him, and he growled, shoving himself into you roughly. You moaned as he thrusted into you hard and deep. When you came, clenching around him, he was right behind you, spilling his release deep within you. You passed out soon after that, his arms draped over you.

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When you awoke, the man was already gone, leaving no trace of himself behind, except the marks on your neck and a small, handwritten note on your bedside table.

Last night was incredible. Sorry I left so quickly—I had work. Maybe we can do dinner sometime? – Sonny

He had written his number after his name, and while the sex—from what you remembered—was great, you really didn’t want a relationship right now. It was just a fling, a one-night stand. So, you crumpled up his note and threw it away before getting in the shower.

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The new employees were finally settling in, and life was getting back to normal. Though, you were still stressed with everything going on—it was the summer months, which meant tourists, which meant business. And while you were grateful for the profits you were bringing in, you really needed to hire on some extra help. You vaguely noticed that your period was late, but that was probably from the stress—it had happened before. Besides, you didn’t remember when you had it last month, so you weren’t positive how late you were, really.

You decided to sleep early that night—you had so many interviews the next day. So, setting an alarm for 6am, you went to bed, hoping for a full night’s sleep. But you tossed and turned all night, your stomach killing you. At 3am, you got up, sprinting to your bathroom, barely making it before you puked your guts out. Oh God, you could not afford to be sick at a time like this. You couldn’t sleep after that, still feeling nauseous, and vomiting once more after eating a light breakfast. Groaning in pain, you sent a mass message to all your potential employees, asking for them to please reschedule, and then you called your doctor.

“When was the last time you had your period?” she had asked, running an ultrasound.

You shook your head. “I don’t know, last month? I’ve been…too busy. I honestly don’t remember….”

She put the machine down, letting the nurse start disinfecting it. She gave you a small smile. “Well, you’re pregnant.”

“I-what? But…but I haven’t had…” you trailed off, remembering the drunken night in the bar, the man you had taken home. You didn’t even remember his name, let alone the phone number he had scrawled underneath his message. And that was weeks ago! That paper was long gone.

The doctor nodded knowingly. “You’re about six weeks along. Come back to the examination room; I’ll give you pamphlets, answer any questions you have.” You nodded, hopping of the ultrasound table, being extra careful now—you had life inside you!

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The doctor had talked for you for upwards of an hour; you wanted to keep the baby, that was definite. But how would you make time for it? Pay for it? You were so conflicted, so incredibly happy yet so incredibly stressed, lost. You had family you could talk to, and you were sure they’d help you, too. But you were going to be a single mother. You struggled to remember the man’s name; it was something light and fun. Benny? Sammy? That wasn’t right. You didn’t even know what he did for a living; hell, you vaguely remembered what he looked like. Gelled hair, tall, blue eyes.

And besides, what was the point of finding him? Did you think he’d want to be apart of this? Or would he laugh in your face and run, determined to not have to pay child support? Giving up on the idea, you decided to just do this on your own—outside help from family and nurses, of course.

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Six months later, you were well into your pregnancy, your belly swelling in front of you. Jury summons clutched in your hand, you waddled your way into the courthouse. You couldn’t be a juror at this time, but when you had tried to call the number on the paper, it kept saying disconnected. So now, here you were, pissed and exhausted, making your way to whoever could postpone your summons until after you gave birth.

“Here, lemme get that door for you,” a man’s voice said. He rushed in front of you, holding the door open and you froze, staring at him. He furrowed his brow at you, scanning your face in confusion—not because you had stopped moving, but because there was the faintest hint of recognition. “Have we, uh, have we met before?” he asked.

Gelled hair, tall, blue eyes. He was obviously a lawyer, coming to work. But how were you going to bring this up to him? “Ah, no, sorry sir. Thank you for the door,” you muttered, shuffling past him.

He watched you walk by him, then fell into step next to you, easily keeping pace with his long legs. “Are you sure? You look so familiar….”

“Positive. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to find where I can postpone my jury summons,” you replied, your voice flat.

He stopped in his tracks, letting you walk away, and you let out a sigh. But you didn’t make it far before he shouted, “wait!” He jogged after you, catching up quickly. He grabbed your elbow, leading you away from the crowded hall. He dropped his voice. “Did we…meet at a bar? This would’ve been months ago—I understand if you’ve forgotten me.”

He really didn’t get it, did he? “Yes, we did.”

The man nodded, his forehead crinkled as he thought. “I’m not gonna lie; I was a little sad when you didn’t call,” he joked. “But I’m glad to see you’re doing well, and that you found someone.”

His smile was so genuine, so sincere…he really didn’t get it! He figured you didn’t like him, that you had found someone else, settled down. “Uh, thanks. I’m still painfully single though,” you replied, forcing a smile.

You turned to walk away, leaving him stunned. Following the signs, you quickly found your way to the window you needed, negotiating a new date in another six months for your jury duty. Having that taken care of, you made your way out of the bowels of the courthouse. You had almost made it to the front doors when the man from the bar had tracked you down once more.

“Hey, sorry to bother you, but I-I have to know….” His voice dropped to a whisper, “is it…mine?” His bright blue eyes flickered to your belly, then back to your face.

You could’ve said no, denied it and spared him. But something must have shown on your face, because his eyes filled with such sadness, such regret.  So, you had no choice but to say, “yes, it’s yours.”

He took a shuttering breath, looking like he was on the verge of tears. “I…I’m so sorry. I-I should’ve used a condom.” He ran a hand through his hair, tears really springing up in his eyes now. “Fuck, I’m such an asshole.”

“Look,” you said, trying to stop his self-hating streak. “It takes two to make a baby, okay? I’m…just as irresponsible as you.” That made him let out a soft sob, and you switched to trying to make him feel better. “I’m not due for another two-ish months; why don’t we…I don’t know, get dinner one night? I mean…if you want—”

“Yes, please,” he replied. “I…I want to be in my baby’s life, no matter what happens between you and I. Please.”

He was desperate, and it was hard to say no. But you also needed to know him first. “Okay. Let’s start slow, get to know each other. We can figure out everything else later.”

He nodded. “Why—why didn’t you tell me earlier?” he asked. He didn’t sound mad, just confused, wondering why you would choose to keep this from him, to do this on your own.

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment. “I, uh, threw out your note and I’ve…forgotten your name. I had no way to find you. And besides, I was…afraid you’d be upset about it, afraid you’d ask me to t-terminate—”

His eyes went wide, “no, I would never!” He took a deep, shuttering breath. “Let’s…let’s start over.” He held his hand out to you. “My name is Dominick Carisi, but you can call me Sonny.”

Smiling, you took his hand, shaking it. “Nice to meet you, Sonny. Now, if you don’t mind, my feet are killing me, and I need to sit before my legs collapse.”

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i’m sorry - b.h

hi another imagine that was requested that took me forever to write and finish

not sure what this is but hopefully y’all like it because there were nights where i just stayed up staring at it hoping that i can think of something to write so yeah

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Dating someone who was almost 10 years older than you and famous felt like a weird experience. Y/N wasn’t really used to it after dating for two years already since the biggest age gap she had with someone was someone who was only a year older than her. She was quiet and reserved and was sometimes sensitive, especially when someone raised their voice at her, which was why her last relationship didn’t work out.

 There were times where she felt like there was something wrong in their relationship because of how sometimes he would avoid her and sometimes would cancel dates and blow her off. She understood that he wanted to hang out with his friends at some points since he doesn’t get to see them that often especially when he has to leave for another country for filming. They did go on dates every now and then and would make sure to let the other know beforehand if they were to cancel it so they could reschedule. 

Recently Ben has been home for a few months and this was the longest he has been home that didn’t involve filming, even if it was in London since most of the time he had to stay on set in his trailer. He missed pretty much everyone in his life currently but the one thing he missed a little bit more was hanging out with his friends. He knew that wasn’t the best thing to think about or ever miss when he has a girlfriend but he hasn’t gotten or had a proper guys night out in a while with them and he wanted to do something with them again and act like teenagers. 

It was still early in the morning which meant that he had enough time to fit in a workout and lounge around before he went off at night. When he woke up, he felt the bed empty next to him which  meant that Y/N had gone to work and wouldn’t see him until he left for the night. He really did love her and wouldn’t know what he would without her. Ben loved her kind nature, how she always put others first before herself which he hated sometimes because he felt that there were times where she needed to focus on herself but she didn’t know how to sometimes. He didn’t do much that afternoon since there wasn’t that much to do. He went for a run, made breakfast, talked to Y/N, cleaned up around a bit. Ben knew he shouldn’t have been working while on a break from filming but he couldn’t help but start writing a screenplay he just started thinking of.

Hours have passed and it was now the evening which meant he was finishing getting ready for the night as his girlfriend walked into their apartment carrying a few take out bags as she kicked off her heels by the door and walking to the kitchen to set everything down before going to their room and finding him sitting on their bed putting shoes on all dressed up.

“Hey babe” she told him giving him a kiss on the lips as he got up almost towering over her

“Hey baby, how was work?’’ ben asked her as he got up and looked at himself in the mirror one more time before he left

“How long do you think I would go to jail for murdering someone for constantly annoying me?”

“Work was that bad?”

“Yeah, I was hoping that a certain someone will help make my night better as we eat the takeout I brought and watch someone movies while drinking some nice wine. Why are you all dressed up?” she asked looking up at him when she wrapped her arms around him

“I was going to go out with some mates since I haven’t gotten a proper chance to hang out with them in a while”

“Oh-” Y/N said feeling a bit disappointed

“You alright?” he asked her when he hear the disappointment in her voice

“Yeah, yeah i was just hoping to spend some time with my boyfriend after a shitty day at work, but you want to go out. It’s fine” she said pulling away and starting to change out of her work clothes

“Are you mad that i want to spend some time out with mates after not seeing them for a long time?” ben questioned her as he pulled away from her

“No, you can hang out with them. I was just hoping that I got to spend the rest of the night with my boyfriend after a shitty day at work and do nothing.” she defensively told him 

“I haven’t seen my friends in who knows how long because I’m either always away and working or they have their own lives and work, and if I do it’s never for a long time too. I always spend all my fucking free time with you. I don’t even remember the last time I just got to relax and hang out with them and just be one of the fucking guys!” he told her raising his voice a bit

“You had three fucking weeks to hang out with them and you chose today! I know none of them were that busy and neither were you in those weeks!” she called out back at him

“GOD! ARE YOU REALLY DOING THIS NOW? ACTING LIKE I CAN’T HAVE A FUCKING LIFE OUTSIDE OF ACTING? OUTSIDE OF DOING MY FUCKING JOB? I’VE KNOWN THEM SINCE I WAS A KID! I’VE KNOWN YOU FOR ONLY 2 FUCKING YEARS” he yelled at her raising his voice causing her to take a step back and flinch as he raised his voice, turning red as the veins in his neck began to stand out and his jaw clenched while tears began to escape her eyes

“No. you’re right. I’m sorry, go and have fun.” she sneered at him

“You know what I will.” he pointed a finger at her, then grabbing his keys and storming out of the room leaving her alone. The slam of the front door caused her to flinch as she soon broke down, falling down to the floor, with her back against their bed crying.

Ben on the other hand couldn’t focus at all when he left. The entire time he was driving to the pub, his jaw was clenched as one hand gripped the steering wheel tightly thinking about the scene that happened before he left and the thought and pulled into the lot of the pub. When he entered, he quickly spotted his friends and walked over to them before greeting them. Once they got their drinks, they began to catch up with each other and chat about everything that’s recently happened in their lives. Ben was distracted and couldn’t focus on what they were talking about and would just mindlessly drink his beer, zoned out and not paying attention as to the conversation that was happening between him and his friends. They all noticed that he was quieter than usual and wasn’t partaking in their conversation

“Jonesy? You a’right mate?” josh asked him which made ben snap out of his thoughts 

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry. ‘M just thinking.” 

“Everything alright between you and Y/N?” sam asked him taking a swing of his beer

“Everything’s fine between us. Now what were you talking ‘bout?” Ben asked them wanting to avoid the question not wanting to bother them with his relationship problems. All his friends could do was just look at each other and know he was lying from the way he was avoiding the question. Just because he was a trained actor doesn’t mean he’s a good liar at all. 

“Bullshit. Tell us what’s really wrong. Is it Y/N?” they kept asking him before he snapped

“Fine! Yes it is about her.” he told them as they listened closely

“She came home from work late and told me she had one of the worst days because of something her boss and coworker did. Then she mentioned how she wanted to just spend the rest of the night with me just eating take out and watching movies but I had already made plans with you lot and then it got worse. She explained to me everything and how we had three weeks to hang out but we never did and how you weren’t all busy to do so. But um, um, I may or may not have ended up yelling, “I’ve known them since I was a kid” and “i’ve known you for 2 years” at that is what brings us here.” ben told them all as they just stared at him and all he could do was nod 

“Yeah so that’s how my night has been.” he finished off with drowning the pint of beer in front of him

“You’re so screwed mate.”

“Yeah she probably hates you by now.”

“You think I don't know that?!” ben said irritated and slightly raising his voice before taking a deep breath

“Look, what you need to do right now is you need to go to tesco, buy some flowers, some chocolates, her favorite bottle of wine, and go back to your flat and apologize. That’s pretty much all you can do because yelling, especially with what you said, is just a big yikes mate.” sam told him

“Yeah, yeah i know. I guess I should be going then, if it’s going to close soon.” ben told them laying down some money and getting out of his seat

“Alright, i’ll talk to you all later” he finished as he put his coat back on

“Right, see you” his friends told him as he walked out to the uber he called earlier 

The drive to Tesco was quiet, seeing that his thoughts consumed him as he thought about the past 2 years he and Y/N were together. Within those two years, he has never raised his voice at her and the only time they yelled at each other was if they were messing around and playing. Yeah they had fights but never this serious. He was soon knocked out of his thoughts when the driver called out his name. Ben thanked him and got out, and entered the store.

He already knew what he was going to be getting since he was used to getting them for Y/N whenever she was on her period and didn’t go to the store. The only problem he was having was that he was debating on whether what kind of bouquet of flowers he should get her. A simple bouquet or a huge one seeing about how bad he fucked up. Deciding to go with the big one, he quickly made his way over the wine aisle and grabbed the most expensive but good one he could find before going to get some candy.

When he got all he needed, he went to the register, the older woman can tell that he did something bad by looking at everything he bought for Y/N and wished him luck once she finished ringing everything up. He wished her a goodnight and left the store and headed back to their flat hoping that she would forgive him. 

“Alright ben. This is it. You can just go in there, find her, and apologize while giving her everything. You didn’t mean to yell at her and you regret it. If you can get naked in front of people for a play, you can confront your girlfriend and admit your mistakes.” he said to himself as he stood outside their front door trying to calm himself down. 

He took one more deep breath before opening the door to find it completely silent and dark. Frankie didn’t even come to greet him which meant she was probably with Y/N. He set his keys down, remembering that he needed to pick up his car the next day when he was sober, and walked to their shared room. When he got there, he softly knocked on the door and got no answer. Ben waited a few seconds before knocking again and tried to turn the handle to find it was locked. Letting out a sigh and sat down, his back against the door and began to talk. 

“Y/N? Love? I don’t know if you’re asleep by now or if you’re still awake but i wanted to say I’m sorry. I was being a terrible boyfriend and decided to go out rather than be with you. I didn’t mean to yell at you and if i’m being honest i don’t know why i did it. I completely regret it because I know how someone raising their voice makes you and it made me feel terrible afterwards.” ben started  

“What I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry, is that you have every right to be mad at me and can shut me off for as long as you want. Um, I got you some things I’d thought you’d enjoy and another way of saying “I’m Sorry” so, I’ll just leave them here. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight” he finished getting up and heading to the living room to lay down

Y/N was awake listening to everything he had said and she felt bad but not as bad as he did from when he yelled at her. She heard him set everything down and get up and listen as his footsteps grew quieter. Frankie laying beside her, Y/N scratched her ears and began to talk

“He feels really bad about it, huh franks?” she asked knowing that she wasn’t going to get an answer from a dog

“Same here. I should’ve just let him go without saying anything. Shouldn’t have said anything in general.”

“Don’t look at me like that, let’s just go see what he bought.”

Y/N got out of their bed and walked over to the door and opened it to find her favorite sweets, a bottle of really expensive wine, and some of her favorite flowers. She noticed the note inside the flowers that she noticed had his handwriting listing some of his favorite things about her. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought of him a little tipsy writing everything down, but she knew that whenever he’s even the tiniest drunk he becomes a little clingy with the people around him before he lets loose. Walking down the hallway, she walked past all of the photos of her and Ben throughout the years and couldn’t help but smile. Some people thought it was weird that the two of you had pictures hung up since you weren’t married and some of them were just the two of them being themselves and messing around. 

Y/N got to the living and saw his sleeping figure on the couch. She couldn’t tell if he was actually sleeping or if he just had his eyes closed. Walking into the kitchen, Y/N put the flowers in a vase with water and put the wine and chocolates onto the kitchen table before walking over to where Ben was. She admired him and everything he did for her. Ben felt someone staring at him and opened his eyes to find Y/N smiling at him.

“Hey.” she whispered

“Hey” he answered back. It was quiet between the two of them for a moment as he sat up 

“Listen, before you say anything I want to tell you that yelling at you, especially like that, was one of the worst things I could possibly do. Especially when I knew how you would react. You were right. I had weeks to hang out with them and you came home feeling the worst. I should’ve canceled or rescheduled and stayed home with you, especially when you had a bad day.” he said all in one breath

“Ben, no it’s my fault. You’ve known them since you were teens and it makes sense that because you weren’t filming that you would want to go out and just be a normal person and feel like a teenager again. I spent all those weeks with you and it made sense that you would want to go out.” Y/N told him as ben shook his head trying to justify his argument and blame himself 

“No. it’s entirely my fault. I yelled and it got out of hand. I don’t want to argue with you about it now or ever about these kinds of things ever. Please. Now i just want to spend the rest of this night with my girlfriend and let her talk about her shitty day at work and how much she hates her boss and coworkers. It’s what she deserves and I need to make up for what I did to her.”  he told her, pulling her into his arms as he buried his face into her neck as she went into his chest.

“Well then, there’s a really expensive bottle of wine this guy bought for me and some take out and I think we should open it and eat.” he said, staring into her eyes “I think the guy must be crazy in love for him to buy an expensive wine only for it to be paired with take out and chocolates” Y/N told him giving him a peck

“Yeah, he really is crazy in love and he doesn’t regret it one bit”

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Home (Is Where the Heart Is) (XVI)

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Their first anniversary together wasn’t glamorous.

With the mess of the lawsuit taking most of their time and Rey working behind Jannah’s back on Rose’s proposal, the months just went by, and she hadn’t really thought about their anniversary day. When she woke up that morning, Ben wasn’t in her bed, and she dozed off back into sleep, getting surprised when she woke up again with him placing a tray of food over the desk on the corner of the room, smiling in surprise when he blushed, realising she was watching him.

"I thought you were still asleep," he told her, setting the food down at the end of the bed.

It wasn't a lot. Waffles and some harsh browns, and a jar of orange juice.

“I was,” yawned. “I woke up, and you weren’t here, but I fell asleep again.”

Ben smiled, reaching for her and kissing her forehead.

“Good morning,” he caressed her hair. “Happy anniversary.”

Rey snuggled to him, laying her hand on his shoulder for a moment, kissing her temple.

“Got us the same food from our first day,” he smiled. “We can have breakfast before we go pick Kaydel up, but we don’t have a lot of time.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, grimacing as she realised their agreement with Kaydel was today and not tomorrow. After years of losing her glasses and falling asleep with her contact lenses in, and defining herself as blind as a bat, Kaydel had decided to get laser eye surgery, and her father was all over her for that.

“It’s us or Luke,” Ben pointed out.

They would never let it be Luke. Of course, he absolutely loved and adored his daughter, but he was also a big helicopter parent, and too overbearing. Kay’s mother had died when she was still too young, and he was always trying to overcompensate for that, and even Rey - who always wished she could have parents fussing over her - thought some of his actions were a little too much.

“We can go to lunch,” she sat up straight. “Or dinner. I don’t know how long those surgeries are supposed to last.”

Ben just hummed positively, and pulled the plate closer, picking up a waffle and taking a bite.

They ate cuddled together, silently enjoying each other’s company until it was inevitable that they should get up.

The two left to pick Kaydel up at her place, and her friend looked very nervous and jittery as they drove away and into the clinic where she would have her surgery.

“How are you doing there, Kay?” Ben asked, parking the car.

“If you give me a chance, I’ll give up,” she declared.

Rey snorted, stepping outside and opening the door for her friend to get out.

“Then we won’t give you any chances,” she reached out, hooking her arm in hers. “Come on, Kay-Kay. Time to get your eyes fixed.”

Kaydel groaned, dragging herself along, but didn’t say anything. They had talked about it before: Kaydel wanted to have the surgery, but was deadly afraid of it, which meant she was going to be sedated during it and needed someone to be waiting for her.

“Do you want me to hold your hand?” Rey offered.

Her friend looked at her with a serious face, and then softened up, looking away, as if she didn’t quite want to show how scared she really was.

“Please,” she mumbled.

She just smiled and took Kaydel’s hand, walking into the place, with Ben walking behind them and her boyfriend just sat on one of the chairs as he waited for her and Kaydel filled up some papers.

“I’m sorry for bothering you two,” she spoke gently. “But don’t worry, Phasma said they’ll spend the night at my place, you two can just enjoy your day after that.”

Rey smirked.

“Your own personal doctor, uh?” she teased.

Kaydel blushed. Her relationship with Phasma was going on the same rhythm as Rey and Ben’s, and her partner was slowly becoming part of their friend group.

They sat down to wait, and the couple exchanged looks as their friend just resigned to sit down and sulk.

“Kaydel C. Skywalker?” a nurse called, walking out from a corner door.

She stood up, still clenching Rey’s hand tightly in hers.

“Come with me, please.”

They watched her leave silently, and Ben moved quickly to the seat by her side.

“According to the internet, this is supposed to last about 15 minutes,” he told her. “I texted Phasma, and they are coming back from their shift with Kay’s favourite food and the list of instructions from their friend who is an eye doctor. We just need to drop her there.”

She nodded, humming positively, and watched as he pushed his phone into his pocket before resting against the seat behind him, long legs stretched far in the low spot.

“I was thinking,” he crossed his arms. “Maybe we can repeat the experience of house hunting for your place again.”

She turned to him, a little confused. Ben wanted to look for a new place?

“I’m selling my place,” he told her. “And officially moving out of Finn and Poe’s.”

Rey hesitated, watching his face. To be honest, Ben basically lived in her home now, sleeping there nearly every day of the week, and half of his wardrobe was mixed with hers and his car was the only one to ever occupy her parking spot.

“So you are looking for a new place to buy?”

Ben nodded, shrugging.

“Or to rent. I don’t know. I just need to move out quickly.”

She bit her lower lip, and tilted her head a bit.

“When do you have to go?” she asked.

“Before the end of the month, I think,” he told her, reaching for his pocket. “It’s time enough.”

Rey played with the hem of the top, and glanced at him, finding Ben typing something on his phone.

“We can start looking today,” she told him, fidgety and a little nervous. “Or maybe you could move in with me?”

Ben’s wide eyes and the long silence as he stared at her made Rey’s anxiety simply spike, and she could hear her heart beating fast in her ears.

Maybe it was too early? After all, they were together for just one year. Maybe Ben wasn’t ready to move in with her yet, he could need more time.

“Really?” he asked, eyes wide and cheeks pink as he stared at her.

“If you want to,” Rey mumbled. “I mean, if you are not ready to do it, then…”

“I do,” Ben said quickly. “I want to move in with you.”

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Interlude - Rewrite POYW - Harry Hook x reader - Part 8 - apartment hunting and application delivery

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-five months later (June 2019)-

Harry looked up from the paper that showed the address of the apartment and whistled, it was bigger than he thought it was going to be.

The apartment he had selected to view was near the ocean but still close enough to Auradon city and the forest Evie was looking at for her starter castle so they, the vks, could still hang out at a moment's notice/ break in to bother their friends.

The apartment was also less of an apartment complex and just a house that was listed as an apartment, Ben had suggested it to him after Harry had mentioned looking for places to live after graduating with (y/n).

“Harry Hook I presume?” Harry looked over his shoulder to see a well-dressed middle-aged man, taking off his sunglasses and holding out his hand towards Harry, a smile on his lips “I’m Dabier Warren, a pleasure to meet you” Harry turned and gripped his hand firmly, holding down the nervous feeling in his gut.

“Aye, that would be meh” Harry nodded, pulling back his hand as Dabier nodded and pulled back, pulling out a file and opening it, looking over the house quickly.

“So you’re interested in renting? Buying?” Harry shrugged and looked back down at the paper which detailed the apartment/house. “I’m lookin’ fer a place for my girlfriend an’ I ta live after we graduate, and renting or buying depends on the cost I guess…I thought it was just fer rent though?” Dabier nodded and walked over to the plant bed at the front of the house, kneeling down and unlocking a small green box.

“It was going to be originally, but the owners decided that if someone was willing to buy it, they would go for it. Let's get started then, I assume you have looked over the prices?” Harry nodded, following Dabier as he took the house key out of the green box and walked up to the front door, unlocking it and letting Harry step inside. “All right then, so the house has 1,500 square feet, and has a kitchen, breakfast nook, living room, two bedrooms, a master bedroom, and a normal bedroom, one and a half bathrooms” Harry raised his brow at that but kept quiet “You’ve seen the front yard and it has a balcony out back to see the ocean view and an open backyard.”

Dabier led Harry into the living room just to the left of the main hallway, Harry let out a low whistle, the living room was just as big as his old apartment back on the isle. He walked down the steps into the living room and walked over to the double doors that faced the ocean.

Dabier walked over to him and unlocked the doors, stepping outside and showing Harry the backyard, the grass was green and soft just off a small porch that was shaded with the master bedroom balcony.

Dabier and Harry walked back inside and Dabier then showed him the kitchen, it wasn’t a large kitchen, but it was still decent, in the corner to the left of the doorway was a little breakfast nook and to the right was the rest of the kitchen, against the wall was a black marble counter with white painted cabinets handing over it, a silver metal sink, a dishwasher, a white fridge, and stovetop oven.

Harry nodded as Dabier explained the room and its appliances, then followed the retailer out of the room as Dabier led him to the first bathroom, which held just a sink, toilet, and shower. It was nice, but clearly just a guest bathroom.

So far, Harry liked the house, an ocean view, a good-sized kitchen for just two people-the kitchen was bigger than his isle kitchen so he had no complaints there-and as Dabier led Harry to the master bedroom, Harry almost tossed his paycheck at him.

The master bedroom was about half the size of the living room, with double doors leading to the balcony with the prime ocean view, the bed at the moment was in the middle of the room just under the window, and the master bathroom was to the left of the doorway.

Harry nodded at the bathroom, it had white tiles with an overhead showerhead and a good-sized bathtub, the sink had wood-painted cabinets with a porcelain sink and black facet.

Harry and Dabier made one more walk around the house and soon they were both back outside, Harry staring at the house with his arms crossed, tapping his foot erratically as he thought about his options.

He had been to two other apartments, though they were more actual apartments compared to the house he had just seen. The first two were not suggested by Ben, they were much closer to the city and honestly a bit too small for even just Harry.

“So what do you think?” Dabier locked the house key back up and stepped in front of Harry, nodding back towards the house “You gonna go for it?”

“Aye, I think I will” Harry muttered, taking back out the file and looking over the prices of both the rent and the newly written price of the mortgage if Harry bought the house.

Dabier smiled and nodded, handing Harry the rental application along with telling him how to make an offer on the house to buy it if Harry wanted to.

Harry looked over the price the owners had stated and smirked, thanks to Evie hiring him as a model almost two years ago, he had plenty of money to buy it.

He made his offer.

-

You sat in Ben's office, going through the last few drafts of the application form with Evie and Ben, it was all so close, it was only just more than a month away from now.

Soon there would be more vks in Auradon and then many more to come. “Okay,” Ben sighed, crossing out a few lines on the applications and leaning back in his chair “I don’t want the application to be more than one page, so here's my final draft offer” he showed you and Evie his final draft selection.

The page had the boxes for the vk to fill out their information, with a large block of lines for the essay to be written, something you all thought was unnecessary, since “safety away from parents/the isle” was good enough on its own, but once again the council was a bitch so Ben had to deal with it. Ben flipped over the paper and showed the top of the back, where the parent/guardian would sign their permission for the vk to leave the isle if they were underage. (originally it was going to be parental permission but Mal made a point to say that some kids didn’t have parents to claim them, so it was switched to guardian)

“Well I think that’s good” you sighed, tossing your pile of drafts to the side and gesturing to Ben's “short sweet, easy to understand. Let's go with that one” Evie nodded in agreement, dropping her pen and rubbing her face, yawning a bit.

“Agreed, I’m so done with all this for now” Ben laughed a bit at Evie and set down the draft, grabbing a stamp and hitting it on the top of the page, now marked with bold red letters that read ‘approved’

“Well, that’s it….we’re done” Ben sighed, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his face “the application has been selected, the shelter is finished, the cps has been established. All that’s left to do is print, send, pick up, and choose.”

You and Evie cheered, slumping in your seats as sleep clawed at your mind and eyes. Ben let out a tired ‘woo’ before hitting his head against the headrest of his chair, taking a deep breath and blowing a raspberry as he exhaled.

You perked up slightly as someone knocked on Ben's door, Ben telling them to come in. You smiled as Harry stepped through the now open door and walked towards you, leaning on the armrest and smiling down at you “Hello darlin’ yeh done yet?” you hummed and nodded, giving a tired ‘yeee’ as Harry lifted you into his arms, one arm under your knees and the other cradling your back and cupping your shoulder. “Long day eh? Night yeh two” Ben and Evie waved Harry off and bid the two of you goodnight as Harry walked out of Ben’s office, closing the door with his foot as he did. “Come on darlin, let's get yeh ta bed” Harry mumbled, smiling as you lifted your head and buried it into his neck, arms wrapping around it a moment later.

Harry carefully opened your dorm room door and pushed it open with his foot, stepping inside and kicking it closed. He walked over to your bed and set you down, walking over to your dresser as you sat up and took off your boots and socks.

He pulled open the third drawer and pulled out one of his shirts you had stolen a good year back, then kneeling and pulling open the bottom drawer, taking out the black sweatpants that were also his that you had stolen a while ago. He smiled, half of your wardrobe was his, and it filled his head and heart with a fuzzy feeling knowing you liked wearing his clothes.

He stood and turned, tossing the shirt and pants at you, covering his eyes with his hand as he saw you start to take off your shirt and bra. “Harry” you chuckled, tossing the shirt into the hamper as you chucked your bra onto the ‘not dirty but worn’ chair in the corner of your room “It's not like you haven’t seen them before”

Harry bit his lip, still keeping his hands over his eyes. The two of you had...experimented with sex around your 18th birthday after you told him about your interest in at least trying it out, now Harry hadn’t been a virgin for years (something which still pissed you off to this day, I mean he lost it when he was fucking 9. It wasn’t fair to him) but it was the first time he had reciprocated those type of feelings back towards the person showing interest.

And even almost a year after your first time together, Harry still got flustered around the idea and image of you being undressed. “I-I dinne know if yeh were okay with meh lookin’” Harry mumbled, his tense arm relaxing a bit as you laughed softly and chucked your pants at him gently, the clothing landing at his feet.

“Harry, you can look, I don’t mind” you shook your head with a smile as Harry peeked through his fingers, his cheeks and ears red as he looked at you. You smiled again and shoved on his shirt, pulling on the sweatpants a moment later and standing, walking over to Harry and wrapping your arms around his waist “This is why I said yes”

Harry dropped his hand and rose his brow in confusion, wondering what you meant “Said yes ta wha’?” Harry asked, curling his arms around you and tilting his head. You tilted your head up and kissed Harry’s Adam’s apple, giggling as he swallowed harshly in reaction.

“This is why I said yes to you asking if I would be open to the idea of marrying you” you held in your laughter as Harry’s face lit up, curling in on himself in slight embarrassment. “you respect me, and my boundaries, even if I never stated them, you listen to me, and you take care of me. You are genuinely the only person I could ever see myself marrying and I love you so much” you let out a short laugh as Harry moved his face into your neck to hide, his arms wrapping tighter around you “whenever you ask me, don’t doubt I will say yes because I will”

Harry mumbled something into your neck, pulling away slightly as you hummed in confusion “I love yeh too” Harry muttered, closing his eyes as you pulled away from him and pressed your lips to his, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into you.

You pulled away a moment later and pressed another kiss to his jaw, patting his chest and nodding towards the door “it’s late, go get some sleep” Harry glanced towards the door, then to you, then towards your bed, and nodded, kissing the top of your head and walking out of your room, leaving you alone.

You yawned and turned off your desk light, turning on the fairy lights hanging around your room, illuminating it in a soft yellow glow. You slipped into bed, hugging the shark plush Harry had bought you for your birthday two years ago.

A few minutes later, as you began to drift to sleep, your door opened again, then closed and was locked, quiet footsteps walking toward you. Harry pulled the sheets back and slipped in behind you, curling his arms around you and pulling you into his chest, molding you into the curve of his body.

“g’night Harry” you mumbled, Harry’s warmth lulling you to sleep as Harry buried his face in your hair.

“g’night meh love” he mumbled back, the two of you drifting off to sleep after the long day you both had.

-one week later-

You slowed your bike to a stop, Harry and Carlos doing the same as Jay pulled up with the car filled with application boxes into the old garage near the wharf, the tunnel leading to Uma’s ship echoing with the sound of the crew and isle residents going about their day.

“Welp” Carlos took off his helmet, ruffing his curly hair as he looked around the not as musty-smelling garage as he dismounted his bike “We’re here… let's get those applications to their spots.” You and Harry nodded, taking off your helmets and dismounting your bikes, throwing the keys and helmets into the limo and helping Jay and Gil get the six large boxes filled with papers out of the trunk, carrying them out of the old garage and first heading to the main square (which was now called Mal’s court) where the first drop off location was.

As you passed through the alleyways that lead to the main square, many kids and teens, along with some adults, stared at you, almost disbelieving as they read the side of the box.

-VK DAY APPLICATIONS-

You held down a smile as two children whispered to each other and pointed at the box, a whole group trailing after the five of you as you finally made it to the drop-off point. Kimmy, one of Harriet's crew members, stood exactly where the point was, nodding as Gil stepped up to her and handed her one of the boxes he held. She took it and spun on her heel, heading off to the spot the crew had chosen to make the pick-up location for the isle residents to get their applications and turn them back in when they finished. The group of kids dodged through your legs and bodies as they raced after Kimmy to grab an application.

You let out a soft sigh of relief, glad that the kids on the isle did seem to be interested in going to Auradon, for some reason you had feared they wouldn’t go for it, but it seemed it was all for naught, some teens and young adults following the kids to also grab an application.

You and Harry split off from Gil, Jay, and Carlos, the boys going to drop off the boxes at the schools while you and Harry went to the wharf, one box would be dropped off at Harriet's old ship, the scarlet maiden, and the other at the main area of the docks just off the market.

You and Xiaohui shared a nod as you walked up the gangplank to the ship, handing off the box “A set of guards will be back on the first of July to collect the applications, and then they’ll come back every Monday to collect any that didn’t get turned in the first round.” Xiaohui nodded at your explanation, turning and handing the box to Devin who took it and disappeared below deck.

“Sounds good” Xiaohui hummed, crossing her arms and tilting her head at you and Harry “how long do you think it'll be before the first round gets picked?”

“We’re looking at early August, probably the 2nd at best” Harry answered for you, shifting the box in his arms again. “We’re announcing VK day after graduation, jus’ lotta stuff righ’ now” Xiaohui nodded, taking a step back and nodding towards the rest of the wharf.

“Well, get going, there's a lot of kids who’ve been waiting for today on Its own, don’t wanna make ‘em wait longer” you and Harry nodded, walking off the ship and walking to the main area of the docks to drop off Harry’s box.

“Hard to believe we graduate this month” you muttered, smiling as Harry laughed and shook his head.

“Aye, and three years ago I thought I would never even leave the isle, now look at meh, i’m graduating from Auradon prep, i’m a model, I’ve got an amazing girlfriend, and meh dad will never bother meh again” he smiled at you, his eyes bright “I never thought this would happen but I’m glad It did, I’m glad I met yeh” Harry chuckled as you bit your lip and turned your chin into your chest, feeling your face heat up at Harry's ‘flirting’

Before Harry would say anything more, you arrived at the main area of the docks, pirate teens and kids alike staring wide-eyed as Harry set the box on the table where another one of Harriet's crew stood, his arms crossed as he watched Harry move back to your side.

“Pick up for Applications start July 1st, and continue every Monday after that” the male nodded, brushing back his dark red hair and opening the box, beginning to take out the papers and set them in stacks on the table, vks already going up to take the papers.

You waved at the small, who seemed probably no older than 5 years old, girl who stared starry-eyed at you and Harry, her purple and brown hat slipping over her face as she watched you and Harry walk away back towards the limo to wait for the boys to be finished.

About an hour later, as you and Harry sat against your bikes waiting for the boys, they finally returned,  Carlos having a wide grin on his face “what did you do?” you asked, rising your brow as Carlos laughed loudly.

“I flipped off my mom~” Carlos sang, grabbing his helmet from the limo and putting it on, grabbing his keys and climbing onto his bike as you and Harry burst into laughter “I've never seen her that mad! And I tripped her when she tried to hit me”

“Good boy!” Harry cackled, patting Carlos’ helmet as he passed by him to grab both of your helmets and keys. “Proud of yeh”

“Same!” Jay called, climbing into the driver's seat as Gil hopped into the passenger's side. “She ran off screaming after she landed in mud!”

Harry snorted beneath his helmet and revved his bike, waiting for Jay to pull out of the garage before he, Carlos, and you followed after them, speeding through the barrier back towards Auradon.

‘Mission success, only a month and a half till vk day’ you thought, speeding off the bridge and taking the road back towards the dorms to meet up with Harry's sisters for some ‘family bonding’ as CJ called it.  You all knew she just meant attempting to ‘murder’ you all with paintballs when you went paintballing with the Hook and Smee siblings.

-

Ben stared down at his class ring, twisting it between his fingers as he remembered when Mal gave it back to him after they agreed to break up until they were both ready again. He sighed, leaning on his hand and staring off at nothing, even three years after they had broken up, his chest still filled with a fuzzy feeling and butterflies when he looked at her, the intense want to just grab her face and kiss her senseless when she scrunched her nose or stuck her tongue out at him.

But he didn’t want to do anything until he knew they were both ready, last time she had love spelled him for the wand, and after he had unknowingly broken it at the lake, then he had falsely thought Mal had spelled him because she liked him, and from then their relationship was built on lies and spells, Mal not telling him about her original intentions until after their break up.

He knew he loved her, but he also knew that unless they truly started over their relationship wouldn’t be good for either of them. This time they would have to take it slow, with no lies, no expectations of intense change, proper communication, no secrets (though Ben did realize that there were things that he nor Mal were obligated to tell each other if they didn’t want to) and just…being better to each other than they were before.

Ben perked up as someone knocked on his dorm office door and stood, walking over and opening it, surprised to see Mal standing there, rubbing her arm and staring at the floor, her cheeks and ears bright red “Mal?” Ben rasped, glancing at the clock, it was almost curfew “What is it? Is something wrong?” she shook her head, peering up at him.

“No, um…can I come in? I-I want to ask you something” Ben tilted his head and nodded, letting her into the room and closing the door, watching as Mal started to pace around the room, messing with her fingers and muttering to herself.

“Mal, is something wrong?” Ben asked again, a more stern tone to his voice as Mal looked at him with wide eyes.

“No!” she shook her head widely, her plum hair fanning around her, reliving Ben a bit as she took a deep breath and shook her head again “No, nothing’s wrong... it's just…I-you-me” Mal huffed and ruffled her hair, biting her lip and looking to her feet “I've never-shit-fuck” Mal buried her face in her hands and took a deep breath. She took them away and looked ben right in the eye “can we start over?”

Ben blinked in surprise; out of everything he hadn’t expected that. “St-start over how?” Ben asked, wanting to make sure he knew exactly what Mal was referring to, he didn’t want to assume she wanted to date again.

“Can we start over with” she gestured between the two of them “Us? Like…us together? I-I want to try again, for real this time, no magic, no fake feelings, no lies. Just…us”

Ben couldn’t help the smile growing on his face as he felt his cheeks heat up, he took a step towards Mal and grabbed her hands, pressing a kiss to her knuckles as she squeaked “I would like to try again, with us, and this time, we’ll take it slow” Mal interrupted, her eyes sparkling.

“and communicate properly!” Ben laughed and nodded, bringing her hands down between them and holding them tightly.

“no lies”

“no magic”

“no false feelings” Ben finished, squeezing Mal's hands and grinning “we’ll do it right this time, okay? No moving forward unless we both know we're comfortable, no overstepping boundaries, no changing ourselves or trying to force change in the other.”

“Unless it's toxic!” Mal interrupted again, giving a shy grin to Ben as he laughed “yeah, there are definitely some things about me that I still have to fix, but I promise, I’ll actually work on them, and not just ignore it. Please call me out when I hurt your feelings, please call me out when I fuck up, I want us to work, I love you Ben, and I really want to be with you” Ben bit his lip as the butterflies in his gut flew everywhere, his head fuzzy with love.

“I love you too Mal, and I want to be with you too” Mal beamed and wrapped her arms around Ben's waist, pulling him into a hug. Ben wrapped his arms around her shoulder and squeezed her tightly, resting his head on hers.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Ben whispered, laughing a bit as Mal stubbornly nodded against his chest.

“yes, I even got confirmation from Lia that I was ready to start being in a relationship again, with you, and as long as I continue to better myself, I’ll be good…pun intended” Ben snorted and shook his head. He pulled back and kissed Mal’s forehead, smiling as he pulled back further and saw her eyes closed, a smile on her face.

“Alright, then let's do this. Mal-“ Mal reached up and covered his mouth, laughing as he gave her a look of confusion.

“Let me do it this time” Ben rolled his eyes and smiled against Mal's palm. “Ben?” he hummed against her palm, laughing as she pulled it off and smacked his chest “Will you be my boyfriend?”

“hmmmm” Ben took a step back tapping his chin and looking up at the ceiling “let me think~”

“Ben!!” Mal whined, crossing her arms, an amused smile on her lips. Ben laughed and cupped her face, pecking her lips quickly and enjoying the red spreading across her cheeks and ears.

“Yes”

-

Evie squealed and slammed into Mal as she returned to their shared dorm room that night, picking Mal up with surprising strength and spinning her around “E-Evie!!” Mal yelped, her arms trapped at her side and her head spinning as Evie danced about their room “I’m gonna be sick!”

Evie snorted at Mal's dramatics and dropped her on Mal's bed, flopping next to her and leaning on her hands, waiting for Mal to get ahold of herself again before bombarding her with questions.

“Sooo~ how’d you do it? Did he say yes? Did you kiss?!”

Mal pouted at her friend and hit her with a pillow, to which Evie grabbed and chucked it across the room, the pillow hitting against the glass of lizard Maleficent’s terrarium, the purple, and black lizard hissing and hiding away in its new castle that was modeled after her old one.

“Spill!”

“Okay okay! So yesterday I realized I still really really liked Ben and I wanted to be with him…”

-the camera pans away from the girls, zooming out of the dorm room and panning to the isle, where the barrier shimmers under the moonlight-

-end of part 8-

Part 8~ Harry found an apartment/house for yall to be in, the applications got sent and are ready to be filled out, and Bal is officially back together~ (and hopefully I can write them in a way that’s actually healthy than * gestures to D2/3* whatever that was) hope yall liked this part! two more to go and then the little oneshot showing (y/n) and Harrys relationship development and then its only Finale!!!!!!!!!!! Part 9 next week!!! also if any of you caught that reference i made to a fellow descendants creator you get a cookie. 

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[the-writers-bookshelf]

In 10 minutes it's not going to be friday anymore where I'm at, but shush ;) Happy Fab Friday!

Yet another excerpt! I wanted to play with Justin's personality a little. Like in that dinner scene from last time, he's very nervous in a group, especially around people older or stronger than him.

At the same time, when he's talking to someone younger, he kind of immediately turns into a very caring mentor-figure because he's so protective.

Gally isn't one to talk about his feelings, but he does have a lot going on, so I wanted someone with a link to him to notice and kind of talk to him about it. ( The link being Gally shot Chuck, who--in my fic--is Justin's younger brother but that's mostly worked out. )

Little context on the setting, they're preparing a camper for a months long journey, that's where they're talking.

Anyways, here it goes (it's a little long... sorry)

“Not all your memories are gone,” Justin said. “Just the conscious ones, I think.”

Gally sat down at the edge of the bed. Might as well humor him. “How do you mean?”

“Have you ever noticed he wraps his arm around himself when he sleeps?”

Come to think of it. He always slept on his side. Face to the wall, one hand holding on to his other arm. He wouldn’t know about in the Maze, he never paid much attention to him there, but he did outside. “Maybe.”

Justin fumbled with the blanket, running his finger over one of the many little ducks knitted into it. “He’s done that since he was a baby. You know, it takes about twelve hours to walk from the infection checkpoint at the other end of the town to here. Add three more when you have to find this place without ever having been here.” He smiled. “Chuck had no idea what happened at that checkpoint, to him it was probably all just a bunch of really loud sounds. The sun already sat, and it was the middle of winter. I kept him wrapped in this the whole time.” He held up the blanket.

“He slept the entire way, like he knew someone could find us if he made a sound. And the entire time—”

“He had his arm wrapped around his chest,” Gally filled in.

“Exactly. I think that’s why I didn’t notice he didn’t remember anything. It made sense, I looked different, and he was young when WCKD took him, but he still acted the same. All the little things. He picked the same chair, the same spot on the couch, he walks the same way. He’s different in a lot of ways, but there’s a lot more that’s still the same.”

He folded the blanket back up and leaned on his knees looking at it. “You were all raised by the same people, yet other than the Maze you don’t have a lot in common. You and Frypan are different, you and Minho are too. You and Chuck definitely are. Just because you don’t remember your past doesn’t mean it’s not there. It’s just hidden in little actions.”

“I feel sorry for my parents then,” Gally joked. “I’m not exactly known for my good mood.” He couldn’t think of much else that set him apart from the others.

Frypan listened a lot, not just when you talked to him. He held everything like it was made of glass, he never dropped anything, he was careful, even with the occasional but rare bag of spoiled food he threw away.

Minho stretched his wrists even though he didn’t need them for running. He had a really annoying habit to crack at least one of his fingers too.

Newt would stare at the sky for a few minutes before he got out of his hammock. He would fold his hands and twist his thumbs, until the call for breakfast came.

Ben always tapped anything he passed close by. A tree, the walls, someone’s shoulder, anything near him would not escape a pat from him.

Alby was just quiet when he wasn’t doing much leading. He would help out wherever he was needed and keep to himself the rest of the day.

Chuck had the annoying habit of telling people Newt or Alby really needed to see them just as they were about to take a dump. Gally once promised himself not to fall for it, until, as it turned out, Alby had actually sent him to go get him. He was still a Builder back then, and part of the kitchen had collapsed an hour before dinner.

“I wouldn’t know what that is with me,” he said.

“You don’t have to. It’s for someone else to notice.”

“I don’t have someone from my past to notice. None of us do.”

“Neither did I for most of my life. It doesn’t have to connect. Next time someone tells you something about you, that’s a piece of memory. How it got there doesn’t matter. All that matters is WCKD didn’t put it there, and then you’ll know it’s yours.”

“That’s not going to bring us back to wherever we came from. It’s not going to miraculously makes us all have brothers like Chuck has now.” He got over that. He had questions when he first got to the Maze, when he was a lot younger. He was probably Chuck’s age back then. Alby and Newt were the only older kids around.

The first few nights there were unusually many Grievers close to the Glade’s walls. He used to wonder who went to when he got scared before the Maze. He wasn’t ever going to figure it out, so he might as well put it aside and find a way out.

“No, but it proves you’re yourself even after everything WCKD’s done. You might never see your family from before WCKD again, but all you need to find a new one is what your old one raised into you.”

The front door opened. Frypan carried a crate to the porch, then went inside to grab another one.

“Chuck doesn’t have his family back either. Not the way we were, a lot’s happened, I’m different. I’m not his brother because we have the same mom, I’m his brother because he knows the little things about me I wouldn’t think of to notice and it makes him feel safe.”

Minho and Frypan joked around on the porch. Brenda laughed at one of them so hard she had to lean onto Chuck’s shoulder not to fall over.

Justin stood up. “What your old family put into you isn’t going to leave, even if you don’t remember how it got there. It’s going to stay, because that’s how you make a new one.” He patted Gally’s shoulder. “You don’t have stay stuck in everything you were in the Maze, it’s just going to hurt. You have to leave that place behind, because all the little things are proof you’re someone outside of everything you’ve done in there.”

He stepped out of the camper, but turned around. “That includes Chuck.”

THIS IS SO GOODDDDDDDD

It's like one of those fics that you read that make you second-guess your entire existence because you wish all books could read THIS GOOD 😍

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The Parent Trap | Chapter Two; you bring me home

pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

AU: The Parent Trap,  dad!harry

series summary:  Identical twins Benjamin and Edward, separated at birth and each raised by one of their biological parents, later discover each other for the first time at summer camp and make a plan to bring their wayward parents back together.

chapter summary: Y\N and Harry remember home.

author note: I have no idea how many times I’ve listened to Sweet Creature while I was writing this. And 187 notes for the first chapter?!?!? HOW? Thank you all so much for the support.

I’m sorry in advance if I have any fault. English is not my first language. Please leave a comment about what you think, love you.

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Moon was shining, and the sky was clear. The light summer breeze was gently caressing everything it touched. Either the white-painted house or the big garden didn't have any lighting, but the moon shining on the pool was enough to brighten the place. Roses surrounding the garden was nearly visible by the pool. That night was still. Y\N was lying on one of the lounge chairs with a glass of wine. Nate was next to her, lying on another chair. A song they didn't know was playing at the back, but neither of them attempted to change it.

Watching the moon, Y\N couldn't help but think about Harry. She remembered her days on the road with him. She remembered watching the moon silently as everyone slept, dancing under the rain, having secret dinners after concerts. She remembered how happy she had been before the world found out. Despite all the hate and heartbreak, Y\N never regretted being with him. She was young. Too young to be stupid enough give him everything she had. Too young to commit such love. Yet she didn't regret a bit. How could she? Harry was her first love, and she never thought she could love someone as much. She had been ready to spend her whole life with him. Now, the only thing she had was a photo of him, nothing more.

Y\N was used to heartbreak. But sometimes, at nights as quiet as these, thinking about it made it worse. It made her breath hitch at her throat, and her eyes fill with tears. She wondered what he was doing. Was Harry thinking about her, too? She was never going to learn. After everything happened, she would never have the courage to look him in the face and tell him she still loved him despite everything.

The tightness on her chest eased up when she heard the sweet and raspy voice of her son.

"Mom?" Y\N and Nate turned around and saw Edward rubbing his eyes. He had been sleeping for a few hours, but it was clear that something troubled him. She put her glass down and made room for him. "Come and lay with me."

Edward didn't lose any time and paced to her mother. He put his head on Y\N's chest and listened to her steady heartbeat. Y\N gently stroked his hair. "Bad dream?"

Edward nodded, not trusting his voice.

"Would you like to talk about it?" He shook his head slowly. He just wanted to forget about it. "Can you tell me a story?"

The song at the back slowly changed, and she thought she could have a heart attack at any time. It had been a long time since she heard his voice. She felt tears in her eyes, her breath hitching, and tightness on her chest quickly came back. Nate looked at her with concerned eyes. And he whispered. "I can turn it off."

Y\N shook her head. "It's fine." Y\N tried to remember a good story to tell, but all she could think was Harry. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a second. Edward was waiting patiently. "I used to get a lot of nightmares when I was pregnant with you," she said. Edward looked up. He had never heard her mother talking about her pregnancy before.

"Your father," Y\N's voice trembled. Harry's voice was filling the garden. Edward hugged her around the waist. "You don't have to, mom." Even though he was dying to know, Edward knew his mother never liked talking about his father. So, he wasn't going to push her. Y\N sweetly smiled at her son. "It's fine, baby." She whispered. It was more like she was trying to convince herself more than Edward. "I was so used to having someone beside me at nights, so, whenever we fight, I would get nightmares. I wouldn't be able to sleep for the rest of the night. I would toss and turn around, drink tea, but nothing would work.

"But he would come to me, eventually. He would hug his arms around me as you do. I never had to tell him what was wrong. He would always understand. It was hard when we argue. It wasn't often, but when it happened, it would be harsh. We would apologize and forget about it. I guess it was our first fault, ignoring and not talking about our fights.  We would try to cover it up with sweet things. We would hug, and I would rest my head on his chest. And he would sing for me. I would fall asleep to his voice. I always thought he had the voice of an angel. It always felt like home. He always felt like home, like I was so protected nothing could hurt me.  It's funny how far it's now."

"Do you miss him?"

Y\N took a deep breath and smiled. "I do. But I'm not sure if it's him that I miss or the good times."  She closed her eyes and listened to him. She never dared to play and listen to one of his songs. His voice was thicker than she remembered, but it still gave her goosebumps. His words still had the same effect on her. Under the moon, she felt like he was there. Like she could hear the tremble in his voice.

There was a hole inside her, growing more and more every day. Sure she had her family, her friends, a house, and most importantly, her son. But she couldn't ignore the emptiness inside her. She was missing her home. The air she breathed felt so heavy that it was almost crushing her lungs. She was missing the times that Harry was her home.

Nate sat up and saw Edward's thoughtful look. He knew how hard it was for both of them. "Let's take you to bed, Eddy. You need to sleep, or you'll be late to camp tomorrow." Edward nodded his head and kissed Y\N. She smiled as they said good night to each other and watched him walk across the garden.

The moment they left the garden, she broke out a sob. Y\N closed a hand over her mouth so nobody would hear her cries. She was crushing under her feelings. She hadn't thought or talked about Harry for such a long time, yet the thought of him still made her vulnerable. Song slowly changed, but words still lingered at the back of her mind.

Sweet creature, sweet creature.

Wherever I go, you bring me home.

Harry woke up with a pain in his chest. He couldn't remember the dream he saw a minute ago. But the pain made him sure that it was no good. He sat up, holding the corner of the bed and trying to steady his breaths. Harry realized it was still early when he calmed down. The sun was slowly rising, but he figured he wouldn't be able to sleep again.

His girlfriend, Camille, was still sound asleep, not feeling a thing while he got up and made his way to his closet. Harry didn't have bad dreams often, and when he did, he didn't remember them. But the feeling it felt behind stayed with him for days. Whenever Benjamin had nightmares, Harry would have them too. He would knock on his door to wake his father, but Harry would be fully awake by the time he came to his door. The boy reminded him of Y\N. But, when Harry got dressed and peeked through his son's door, he found him peacefully asleep.  So, he couldn't help but wonder if it was Edward this time.

Harry wondered if he slept with Y\Nwhen he had bad dreams, as Benjamin did; if he ever asked his mother to keep the lights up. He wondered if Y\N ever had nightmares; if she was lonely. He knew how much she hated sleeping alone. Did she have someone beside her like him? If she did, did she ever think about Harry, or was she happy with the person beside her?

Was Harry happy with the person beside him?

Harry decided to take a walk when questions filled his mind. And being not able to answer those questions made him bothered. He wanted to grab his phone and reach out to everyone he could just to find out whether she was happy or not. He wanted to buy a plane ticket and fly to her house even though he didn't know where she lived.

When Harry came from his long walk around the neighborhood, everybody was awake, and from the smells that were coming from the kitchen, he figured that Katty was home. He made his way to the kitchen and found Benjamin glaring at Camille with his big green eyes.

"Good morning," Harry said, and Katty smiled at him.

"Good morning, boss."

Both Benjamin and Camille stayed silent as Harry raised an eyebrow and looked at them expectantly. "What happened?"

"I didn't know-"

"Camille is saying that-"

When they started to talk at the same time, Harry raised his one hand to stop them. Harry was a morning person. He liked going on a walk, having full breakfasts, and he generally had a good mood. But not that morning. His day had already started bad, and it was about to get worse.  He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. "Not at the same time, please."

Harry understood Benjamin's behavior. He was a child and wasn't a fan of Camille. But he couldn't figure out why Camille was acting like a child too. Before Camille could say anything, Benjamin started to talk.

"Camille said that you're not taking me to the camp." Harry frowned upon his son's word. "I am taking you to the camp."

"Then why I don't know about this?" Camille asked.

"I told you a week ago that I'm taking Ben to the camp. And while I'm there, I'll take care of a few businesses and come back."

Camille folded her arms on her chest and gave him a look. "How do you know he's going to behave, anyway?"

"Since when you're my mother?" Benjamin was giving her a pointy look, his elbows resting on the table. The whole room went silent for a moment.  She was looking like she could burst at any moment.

"Camille, can I talk to you outside?"

The moment Harry closed the kitchen door, which was opening to the garden, Camille puffed with rage.

"Are you going to let him talk to me like that?"

"You know he doesn't like it when you meddle with these kinds of things."

"Oh, so you think he's right?" Harry took a deep breath. "I'm not saying the way he talks to you is okay, Camille. But you know he's not used to having a female around."

"Katty is always around."

"Katty is her nanny. It's not the same thing."

"We've been dating for months, Harry. He should've got used to it by now."

"You can't wait for him to be understanding towards everything, he's just a child."

"He's ten, Harry. Don't you think he could understand if he wanted to?"

"What are you trying to say, Camille?"

"I'm saying it's not my fault that his mother abandoned him. He doesn't have to be bitter about it."

Harry could feel his blood boiling inside his veins. Camille didn't know everything about Y\N’s and his relationship. But it didn't give her the right to talk about Harry's past relationship that way and make him angry.

"I think you should go." He was angry and didn’t want to break her heart. It had been so late by the time Camille realized what she said. Harry was frustrated. "Haz, I'm sorry-"

"I told you I don't like it when you call me like that."

I don't like it when you call like that because that's what Y\N used to call me.

"Honey, I was just not thinking. Please, let's talk."

"I'll call you when I'm back." Harry wasn't the type to get mad quickly. But when he got angry, the best choice was leaving him alone. Camille understood that, so she left.

Harry's morning really became worse. Now, the only thing he could think was Y\N and Camille's words. Was Benjamin thinking like that too? Was he assuming that his mother abandoned him?

If only, he could tell everything. He wanted to tell him everything about his mother. Tell him that she would never abandon him. Tell him how great she was, how brave she was. Tell him that everything was his fault.

If only he had the courage.

Harry had been trying to run away from the thought of Y\N for a long time. For a moment there, he really thought he managed to forget her. But looking back now, he had never forgotten her. Harry had been hiding from everything for so long it made his heart crush. He gulped and closed his eyes in an attempt not to cry. Every day was becoming harder than before. He couldn't figure out what he felt anymore. The only thing he knew was that he needed a break. He needed a break from thinking.

"Did you guys break up?" Benjamin asked with hope. "You're almost going to make me believe that you care," Harry answered sarcastically.

"She seemed guilty," Katty said, not trying to cover her happiness. They truly despised Camille.

"It's fine." Is it Harry? "I'm going to talk to her when I'm back."

Benjamin wanted his father to be happy. He really did. But there was something about Camille he didn't like and couldn't explain. Although Harry seemed thoughtful at breakfast, Benjamin somehow knew it wasn't about Camille. So, he didn't ask. But when his father kept sulking through the flight and car ride, he couldn't help it. While Harry handed Benjamin his bags, Benjamin gave his father a skeptical look.

"Are you still thinking about Camille?" He asked. "Not that I'm a fan, but I'm sure you guys will be alright."

Harry didn't even think about Camille until Benjamin mentioned her. He smiled. "I'm okay, buddy." He looked up and eyed the big gate. "Don't forget-"

", to behave. I know, dad." Benjamin rolled his eyes. "You told that like million times already."

As Harry hugged his son, he felt warm. "Just being a dad, don't mind me." Benjamin laughed at him while he hugged back. They had never stayed apart for more than a week. So, Harry was concerned. Not being at his side and not being able to protect him was scary.

"Take care, okay? I'll see you in a month." Benjamin waved while he raced to the camp. "Don't miss me so much!"

As Y\N dropped Edward off, she wasn't concerned. She trusted Zayn with her life, and Zayn knew how important Edward was to her. So, he would never talk about the camp without checking if it was safe or not.

"Make some friends, will you?" Edward rolled his eyes as his mother smiled. "Buy me a computer, will you?" Y\N laughed with joy and ruffled her son's hair. She hugged him as long as she could.

"Promise me that you will be careful."

"Mom, can you stop worrying?" Y\N looked at him for a moment and brushed his hair from his face. "Have fun."

Benjamin finally took his bag and walked through the door with a smile. Y\N felt her heart flutter, a warm feeling hugging her and filling her emptiness. It had been a long time she felt that so she never questioned. She only watched his son walking to a new phase.

Neither Harry nor Y\N remembered last time they felt like this. It felt like home. It was strange to feel so safe and sound at such a place, but they didn't look around or observe the people around them. As they stood at the opposite doors of the camp, watching their sons, the only thing they could think was home.

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So since you did the cutest job with my mini golf ask…wondering what the TF boys would be like while tie dying with Frankie and his daughter?! I’m attempting to do that tomorrow with my son lol. Please and thank you if you’d like to explore the idea. 🥰😘

First of all, I am SO SORRY this took so long, I've been so busy with uni and forcing myself to actually do the work this semester (who would've thought I could actually apply myself) but I really enjoyed this, and it's actually made me want to go out and do some tie-dying of my own.

Anyways, here's Tie-Dye Tueaday

W/C: 1.6k

T-Minus 5 Hours Until Disaster

“Daddy?” a soft voice rose Frankie out of his fitful sleep. He distantly felt a tiny, warm hand rest on his cheek.

“Yes, cricket?” he mumbled voice heavy with sleep, struggling to open his heavy eyes. He had stayed up until the small hours of the morning frantically researching for the day, watching YouTube videos, making notes, doing whatever he could to prepare.

“Mommy’s going and said I should wake you up,” Everly pulled herself up onto the bed and sat down directly on Frankie’s bladder. He winced and pushed her off gently, wondering just how she always managed to find the worst spot to sit.

“Have you had breakfast?” Frankie asked, and Everly nodded. He said a silent thanks to his ever-amazing wife, who would be spending the day getting massages and facials and whatever else her heart desired before pushing out twins in less than two months’ time. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around that – there would be two more tiny humans in his life soon. The thought left him exhilarated and riddled with anxiety all at once.

Frankie carried Everly downstairs on his back, grabbing his cap from the dresser on his way. The boys would be here soon – they had agreed that tie dying alone with a hyper four year old was a terrible idea, so they were coming to dye something of their own and help Frankie keep a handle on things. Benny was especially excited to dye his shorts to wear to his next fight.

They were halfway through Coco, Everly’s favourite movie, when the front door opened and in came his three best friends, men he had no relation to but considered brothers. Everly went straight to Benny, who was undoubtedly her favourite of them. Frankie had his suspicion that is was because Benny loaded her up on sugar whenever he could. Sure enough, Frankie could see a packet of candy in the plastic bag Benny carried.

“You ready for this?” Will asked, placing a six pack in the fridge. Frankie sighed and nodded.

“Ready as I can be. It can’t go too badly, right?”

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T-Minus 3 Hours Until Disaster

The sun was bright and hot on their backs as they set up. Everly sat in the shade of the oak tree, a cup of lemonade in one hand, and her favourite doll in the other. Frankie had forbidden her from coming out in the sun until the sunscreen was fully absorbed, which according to his watch wouldn’t be for another few minutes. It occurred to him that since becoming a father, his mind was filled with worries that he never even considered beforehand.

Frankie had brought dyes in every colour he could, several plastic tubs had been fished out of storage and so many ties that he was sure he would be finding them all around the yard for weeks to come.

“Whatta ya dying, Ev?” Santi called to Everly.

“Purple!” She responded, holding up a pristine white pair of cotton shorts and a shirt.

“Just purple?” Will asked.

“And pink and blue and green!” Everly jumped up, setting her cup down carefully and ran over. “I want it swirly. You should be rainbow wiggles.” She told her father seriously. Will grinned.

“She’s a natural born leader,” he said with more than a touch of pride.

“Just like her mother,” Frankie replied. He took the clothes that Everly held out and began to scrunch and fold them according to the instructions he had written down while watching YouTube last night. The whole thing seemed a lot easier when he was watching through a screen.

Everly chose her dyes as Frankie folded, occasionally handing a certain colour to one of the boys, telling them that they hadto use it. None of them wanted to defy the four year old, so each accepted his colours without protest. Benny seemed quite thrilled when he was given a colour labelled Hot Barbie Pink.

“So many guys will be so fuckin’ embarrassed to get their ass beat by a guy in pink shorts,” Benny grinned.

“Language, Ben!” Frankie darted a frantic look towards Everly, who stood with a cunning smile on her face. Frankie knew that she knew exactly what she wasn’t supposed to say.

“Fuck! Ass!” she declared. Will snorted and Santi had to turn away, face turning bright red from holding in laughter.

Frankie gaped, lost for words for a moment. “Everly, don’t ever say that, but especially the first one, and especially not in front of mommy, okay?”

“Why not?”

Frankie shot a look to Benny, who at least looked a tiny bit sorry. “They’re big people words. Each time you say one your . . . hair gets less curly.”

Everly, who loved her curly hair, looked stricken. Frankie felt bad about lying to his kid, but not as bad as he would’ve felt if his wife came home to a child cussing like she had just strolled out of the military.

The words seemed forgotten as the dye was applied. Everly was surprisingly artful in the way she applied the dye, carefully creating patterns that didn’t make much sense to Frankie but must have made sense to her.

T-Minus 30 Minutes Until Disaster

The group of them sat around the dining room table, beers for the boys and juice for Everly. Most of them had small flecks of multi-coloured dye on their hands, but Frankie was sure they would come off easity. Everly had scoffed down her lunch, and now sat staring outside, looking antsy.

“Go play if you want to,” Frankie said, “you don’t have to sit here.” Frankie was confident there wasn’t anything in the backyard that could pose a danger to her, and besides, he had a view of almost the whole yard from the table.

Everly tore off like a hurricane, juice forgotten as she ran outside, doll in hand.

“If the twins are anything like her . . .” Santi began, taking a sip of his drink. “Fish, you’re gonna have your hands full.”

“If they’re anything like Ev, they’ll be great kids,” Benny said. Will rose his beer bottle. ‘But yeah, you’re definitely gonna have your hands full.”

“Amen, I’ll drink to that,” he said. Frankie nodded and had a sip himself. They talked for a while about football, Benny’s next fight, Santi’s new flame.

Then a thought occurred to Frankie.

“Is it quiet out there?” he craned his neck to investigate the yard and saw . . . nothing. Frankie shot up from his seat, panic rising in his chest. “Everly?” He almost tripped over himself in his haste to get to the backyard. Every worst case scenario was forming in his head.

“Ev?” Benny was beside him in an instant.

“Daddy?” Everly wandered out from behind the tree, and Frankie took a deep breath, calming himself. She was unscathed . . . except for the dye that now stained her arms, legs, face, hair. She was grinning widely, and held up her doll, who was also covered in a rainbow of dye.

“Cricket, what did you do?” Frankie gaped, wondering just how she managed to get almost every inch of exposed skin in such a short amount of time.

“Miss Mildew wanted her hair to be pretty,” Everly explained.

“Your dolls name is Miss Mildew?” Santi asked, red in the face with held back laughter. Everly nodded proudly. She had heard the word on television one night and latched onto it.

“What do you think is worse,” Will murmured to Benny, “Ev swearing, or Ev covered in dye?”

“Swearing,” Benny said snickering, “you can wash out the dye, you can’t unlearn a word.”

“What word?” Everly asked. Ears of a hawk, Frankie thought.

“The word you’re not allowed to say,” Will said.

“And what word would that be?” A smooth voice behind them almost made Frankie jump out of his skin. His wife, beautiful and terrifying all at once, stood on the patio, one hand on her stomach, the other on her hip.

“Fuck!” Everly declared loudly and proudly.

“Teaching my child new words, I see, Benjamin.”

Benny to his credit, at least looked more apologetic than he did with Frankie.

Frankie’s wife waddled down into the yard and set her gaze on her husband. “That dye won’t make her sick will it?”

“No, no, not at all,” he said. He had specifically brought kid friendly, skin safe, non-toxic dye.

“Good. Then I’m gonna go lie down and try and forget my four-year-old just said the eff-word and is every colour under the sun.” His wife shook her head and rolled her eyes at Benny. Once she was inside, Frankie turned to Everly.

“C’mon, we gotta clean you up,” he reached to pick Everly up who shook her head.

“We gotta see what they look like first!” she said. Frankie considered her point and nodded.

“Alright, cricket,” he said. They unravelled the clothes to a chorus of oohs and aahs, Everly clapped her green hands together as her multi-coloured shorts and top were revealed.

Benny sheepishly wandered over to Frankie as he put everything in the washing machine. “Hey man, I really am sorry about that.”

Frankie shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. Just buy the missus as much caffeine as she wants when she’s done breastfeeding and she’ll forget all about it.”

“I hope so. Her bad side is not a place I wanna be.”

Frankie laughed and scooped up Everly in his arms. Her curls were streaked with blue and her cheeks were magenta. “Trust me, she won’t stay mad for long. I don’t think she’s that mad to be honest.”

“You don’t?” Benny sounded unsure.

“Well she didn’t yell, and it looked like she was trying not to laugh. All things considered, I think today was a success story.”

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Wasteland, baby!-- Ben Hargreeves (part 1).

author’s note: hello hello. after weeks of writing here it is: my masterpiece. to be complete honest, this might actually be one of the best pieces of writings I have ever produced. ever. 

words: 2759

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summary: that girl on the bus stop seemed so lonely and Ben couldn’t help himself really. So, he snuck out and became her friend.

He was having a hard time sleeping. It usually happened after a mission. Ben was haunted by the monsters he unleashed, and the faces of those he attacked. He hardly could sleep after using his powers. He silently thanked that Father had stopped monitoring their sleep after Five disappeared.

           He sat on his bed, his back resting against the wall, his feet dangling. He looked out the window, the sun was barely up and the streets were quiet. Usually, he was always the first one to wake up out of his siblings—the morning light peaked right on his face. He would wait until the dreaded knock on his door, a sign that they were to face the horror they called Father.

           Usually, Ben would sit watching the streets, quietly wondering and admiring the normalcy of it. There wasn’t anything to watch, a couple of cars passing, the tiny garden one of the residents of the building in front tended to, a bus stop that half disappeared on the corner of the sidewalk.

           However, today, something got hold of his attention. A girl, standing quietly near the bus stop, just enough so Ben could see her clearly. She had a clear umbrella dangling off her backpack. She wore jeans and a white t-shirt with a print he couldn’t quite discern. She looked about his age, but it wasn’t that what intrigued him,

           She looked so lonely. She had a lost look in her eyes. She kept glancing up and down the streets, her face morphing into something sadder each time she saw no one was coming.

           His heart beat faster and faster. How come? She looked so kind and sweet. How could someone leave her alone?

           He shuffled on his bed, his face this close to the glass window, clinging to her image. Ben watched her with curiosity. She was a new figure in his life, his so controlled and planned life.

           He didn’t know how long he stayed there looking at her, but he heard the dreadful knock on the door. It must have been long.

           “I’m coming,” he answered to it.

           When he looked back to where the girl was standing, she was gone.

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Ben woke up earlier the next days. Earlier than he usually did. He spent the entire week looking at her. She stayed at the same place for a while before she walked off to the end of the street, he guessed to the school at the end of it. She always looked lonely, she always was looking for something or someone to accompany her.

          He changed out of his pajamas quickly. He was tying his tie when he turned to the window, one knee on the bed, seeing if she was outside. He finished his tie and pulled the sweater on top of it, opting against using his blazer.

          Ben glanced one last time out the window. The sky rumbled. He sighed, as he looked up to the sky, little droplets of water fell. He put his shoes on and quietly left his room. He avoided all the spots in the corridor where the wood would creak under his feet. He hoped Pogo was nowhere near the entrance.

          He descended the stairs quietly, his heart beating rapidly and strongly. Ben had never done something so sneakily and so exciting in his life. Sure, he had once messed with Allison’s teddy bear and a string of other practical harmless pranks, but this felt different and more criminal than those childish plays.

          As he stood in front of the door, his hand gripping an umbrella tightly. His other hand hovered over the handle hesitating. He closed his eyes and, in a rush, he opened the door and stepped outside. He opened his eyes as he felt drops of water hit his shoulders and hair. He smiled and closed the door.

          With the umbrella opened, he crossed the streets in long strides, laughing at the thrill of defying orders. He could see her, standing under her clear umbrella looking down at her phone—a luxury he wished he could have. Just as always, she looked a tiny bit sad.

          He slowed down his pace, still smiling. He quietly approached her. She sensed him coming her way and looked up right at him. Ben wasn’t counting on how beautiful she looked up close, he had seen her only from afar. He faltered for a split second shocked, but quickly recomposed. He stood next to her, his smile still very much present.

          “Hi,” she said quietly.

          “Hey,” he breathed out. “I’m sorry,” he laughed nervously, “it must be weird. I mean, you’ve never seen me. I—” he cleared his throat, “I noticed you looked quite lonely and I thought I’d stay with you.”

          She smiled. “Okay,” she said quietly. “It’s not weird. I saw you looking last week.”

          “Oh,” Ben hadn’t seen her looking. “I didn’t know.”

          “It’s okay,” she responded. “Someone might have thought it was creepy, but,” she laughed and shook her head, “I somehow knew you didn’t mean any harm.”

          “That’s—” he swallowed nervously, “good.”

          “I’m Y/N,” she said and his heart stopped for a second at how beautiful and fitting it was.

          He smiled at her. “I’m Ben.”

          Lightning stroke and she yelped slightly. Both giggled at her scare. Both knew it was the start of something magical.

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It became a routine. A routine he maintained for the better part of 2 months.

           Ben would wake up earlier—they started to meet earlier and earlier, craving for more time together as they became closer—jump out of bed, and fly out the door (he started climbing out the window when he had a near encounter with Pogo one morning). He would stay with her until she had to leave for school. With that he would climb to his room and put on his blazer. Sure, he would come to breakfast a few minutes later, but it was all worth it. She was worth every second of the few minutes they spent together.

           He discovered a lot of things about her. She lived a couple of blocks away and she went to school just down the street. She was a year younger than him and she wanted to be a scientist after school. She read a lot, mostly contemporary books, but there were some classics that she absolutely loved like Peter Pan and To Kill a Mockingbird.

           Some would argue she was absolutely, positively ordinary. To Ben, that was what made her extraordinary. He was surrounded by things he couldn’t really explain, that most couldn’t even begin to wrap their heads around it. His whole existence was one of mystery and, quite frankly, horror.

           Y/N was the opposite. She was normal. No powers, no buying kids to experiment on them. She had both parents, normal balanced adults who loved her very much. She was an only child, no crazy siblings for her. She went to school and learned normal things, she didn’t learn a thousand different languages and advanced calculus or whatever. She said she didn’t have many friends, but he was her friend. He believed he was her friend because she was his only friend.

           It was a sunny day, hot, nearing the end of the school year to her. Ben was sweating in his button up, and she adorned a sundress. Some would say it was behaved, playing it safe, she didn’t want to draw attention to herself. To Ben, it was perfect. She glowed. Her hair was down and she clutched her backpack tightly, the clear umbrella always hanging off of it.

           They chatted lightly. As they talked, Ben lost track of time. She was supposed to be heading to school and he was supposed to be on his way down the stairs as the breakfast hour neared. His eyes drifted to the academy, his brother Klaus looking out his window with a smirk framing his face.

           “Shit!” Ben said, frantically looking down a watch he kept in his pocket.

           “What?” Y/N responded confused. “Is everything okay?”

           “We lost track of time,” Ben said looking up the window one more time, Klaus signaling to his wrist as if Ben was running out of time. Y/N’s eyes trailed to where Ben was looking. She raised her eyebrows at the sight of a boy at Ben’s window, absolutely amused at the situation. “We need to go.”

           “Yeah,” she breathed out, her eyes peeling off the window and settling on Ben. She smiled. “See you tomorrow?”

           “Yeah, yeah,” Ben shook his head, already halfway across the street in a rush. “See you!”

           Shit, shit, shit, shit, he muttered all the way up to his window in the second floor. As he got up there, Klaus helped him up the ledge, helping bring his brother into the room. He didn’t wipe the smirk off his face, as Ben frantically composed himself in the mirror, straightening his tie and fixing his hair. He picked up the blazer on top of his bed and put it on.  

           “You’re lucky it was me who caught you,” Klaus said amused.

           “Shut up, Klaus,” Ben muttered.

           “Wow, Benny boy, you wound me,” he said dramatically. “I guess you won’t mind then if I tell dear old dad that Number Six is sneaking out of the academy to flirt with girls,” he completed with annoying kissing noises.

           “Don’t tell Dad,” he gritted angrily. His eyes softened and he quietly begged, “Please, Klaus. She—,” he swallowed, “she has nothing to do with this. Don’t involve her.”

           Klaus wasn’t one to show softness: he hid it under a much dramatic persona, alcohol and drugs—not necessarily in that order. Ben was lucky his brother was sober that morning. “I won’t,” Klaus said. “But you have to more careful.”

           With that, Klaus was out the door. Ben exhaled deeply and muttered a small yeah before he was off to slay that morning’s demon.

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Ben laid awake that night.

           He had spent the entire day on edge, hoping Klaus wouldn’t spill his biggest secret to everyone, especially their Father. Thankfully, he wasn’t that much of an asshole, and even when Klaus was higher than high that afternoon, he managed to keep his mouth shut—which was greatly appreciated by Ben.

           He started to reflect on every single conversation he and Y/N shared, his heart racing at the memories. It started with a simple glint in her eyes, and it escalated to Ben feeling like he couldn’t breathe right if he didn’t see her regularly.

           He hadn’t felt that way before, but he wasn’t exactly daft to the symptoms he was feeling. He had read enough novels to conclude he was either having panic attacks—which weren’t all too weird for him or his siblings to have—or he was in love. He quickly dismissed the first option. It wasn’t prompted, not like it usually is, and he couldn’t even imagine Y/N being a source of panic for him. Not when she felt like the only good thing in his life.

           The logical conclusion was love. But a part of Ben was reluctant to admit that. It wasn’t planned: he hadn’t planned on loving her, he just wanted a friend. It was too soon for it. They’d had only two months of friendship, something he held so close to his heart he didn’t tell anyone he had a friend outside the Academy. It was an accident��a slip, really—that Klaus had found out.

           That also prompted the elephant in the room: she didn’t really know who Ben was. She knew who he was, of course, he was Ben. He hadn’t lied and maintained his personality a secret in a weird catfishing way, no. She just didn’t know who he was. She didn’t know his surname, she didn’t know why he only wore white button ups, shorts and ties, she didn’t know why he had an umbrella tattoo at only 16 years old, she didn’t know he housed monsters inside of him.

           The worst part is: Ben chose to omit that part of him. He didn’t want her to befriend him for his powers or for who his siblings were, he wanted her to like him for him, just plain old Ben. He wanted to prove to himself he was more than a number—sadly, quite literally—that his whole world was a mere detail in the grand scheme of things, that he mattered outside of being a tool for world salvation.

           And she had helped him prove that. He knew that, now. He knew by the way her face would light up when she saw him cross the street, coming at her encounter. He saw by the way she would laugh at his sarcastic remarks on some random anecdote she was telling him about school. He saw at the way she would smile and listen attentively to what he was saying, even if it was the silliest thing to ever leave his lips. He knew he mattered to her. More than he could imagine, maybe. And, somehow, that was the world to him.

           Smiling, he shifted in his bed, laying on his side. He looked at his night stand, the book she lent him staring back at him. She said that when she read, it had reminded her of him. He could hear her saying that—the memory too fresh from the previous day—it sent butterflies to his stomach and his thought became all fuzzy.

           He hadn’t opened it yet. She said he was to open it. He felt bad for a second, he hadn’t had the time to do what she asked him to, but that thought quickly subsided with the memory of the exhaustion he felt after the training he had endured. If she knew, she would understand, right?

           Ben picked the book up sitting upright in his bed. The clock flashed a 9:37 pm in a sickly green. If he could read at least the first chapter of it, he would finish it in minutes, and it wouldn’t leave him too exhausted for tomorrow’s training and he could comment his thoughts with her.

           His fingers trailed lightly over the creases of the title. My Sweet Orange Tree, it read. He opened it and an envelope fell. He put the book aside and opened the envelope. He first took out a paper, folded in itself a couple of times. He then noticed there was another item inside of the envelope but opted to read the letter first. Ben turned the lamp beside his bed on and read.

           Dear Ben,

           I know you often choose to read intellectual books, your brain too smart to waste time on fickle fantasies. But I ask for you to waste time on this one. You’ll find that there’s more than meets the eye. Just like you, I suppose.

           There’s a moral to this story you’re about to read, one I hope we get to discuss more than the few spare minutes we have before I go to school and you have to do whatever mysterious things you refuse to tell me. I hope you find it fitting, just like I found it fitting for you and me.

           I know it seems early and even cowardly to say this through letter and not to your face, but Ben, my god, you mean so much to me, more than my brain can process. My heart surely can. I hope you know this.

           It sounds silly and old fashioned, but I put a photo of me in the envelope. So, you’d remember me if something were to happen, or just remember me in general. I didn’t mean to sound so pessimistic. Behind the photo there’s my telephone number: home and cellphone. If you ever manage to, perhaps we can call each other?

           After that sequence of random topics, I bid you farewell, my Ben. I hope to see you tomorrow.

             Love,

                       Y/N.

           He threw the letter aside, reaching for the envelope he had abandoned a few moments ago. He took the small picture out of it. Y/N was smiling at the camera, wearing that amazing sundress he loved, looking carefree. He smiled at the picture, his heart threatening to jump out of his chest. He flipped the picture, the numbers in black ink and her penmanship.

           He put the letter and the picture on his night stand, making a mental note to get a frame for her photo. Ben sighed happily and opened the book. Chapter one.

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