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onceuponaloonatic · 3 years

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just a little something i meant to post days ago oops

Sana should be happy Nico was in such a good mood. The girl had been feeling all the bad vibes her parents had for the past few weeks and it had definitely been putting a damper on her mood. And while Sana had been worried about her, there was too much going on otherwise that she was sort of distracted. But now that her parents had been out for a month with no attempt to contact her, she was starting to feel a bit more comfortable. And now she was just feeling bad for missing out on time with her favorite little girl.

Admittedly, her last few weeks hadn’t been great. Every time she went out she was paranoid she would run into her parents. She would obsessively lock all of the doors every time she was at home, and she had even bought better home security for them. She couldn’t help it, she was so paranoid about everything. Mina and Jihyo had been absolute angels in helping her. Jihyo drove her to therapy and always made sure she was eating enough and doing well. Mina would check in on her every night and hold her when she wasn’t feeling great. Even if Mina was still recovering from her depressive episode, she was still looking after Sana the best she could, and Sana had been so thankful for that. Thankful for her. And thankful to Jihyo too. But during all that paranoia and restlessness she hadn’t been able to spend much time with her daughter.

Sana would admit, at first Nico being in a great mood had been amazing. She missed spending time with her daughter like this where both of them are able to enjoy it without their minds on something else, but she did get tired eventually.

“Mommy!” When Sana came to pick Nico up from school, her daughter had jumped on her. Literally. “Oof hi baby.” Sana giggled, instantly moving to hug Nico and pick her up. “How was your day?” “I got jellies mommy!” Nico said excitedly, practically bouncing in Sana’s arms. “Oh yeah? That’s great. Let’s go say bye bye to your teacher, okay?” Sana asked, moving towards Nico’s teacher. “Hello, thanks for all your hard work today.” Sana always said that to Nico’s teacher. Her daughter’s teacher worked hard, and Sana was always sure to thank her for it. “Of course. Nico did great today. During recess we played candyland and then during class Nico won our addition competition. She got every question correct.” Nico’s teacher smiled at how much Nico was squirming around. “Uh-hum! I got jellies!” Nico smiled. “Yeah you did.” The teacher giggled. “Well it seems like today was a great day. Nico we need to get home, auntie Momo is making us dinner.” “Really?!” Nico asked excitedly. “Uh-hum. Mama and Ka-san are both going to be working late and Auntie Nayeon is with your cousins at their grandmother's house.” “Yay!” Nico giggled. “Yup, it’ll be fine. Say thank you and goodbye to Miss Kim, okay Nico?”

“Bye bye Miss Kim!” Nico said excitedly. “Bye Nico-ya. See you tomorrow.” The teacher waved as Sana carried them out of the classroom. Nico cuddled closer to Sana, wrapping her arms around Sana’s neck. “I missed you mommy.” Nico smiled. “Baby you saw me this morning.” Sana giggled, carefully fishing her keys out of her pocket to unlock her car. “I know. Still missed you.” Nico smiled. “Wel I missed you too princess. Let’s hurry home and maybe Auntie Momo will let us watch Totoro with her after dinner.” Sana tapped Nico’s nose. “Yes! Totoro!” xx

Momo made them yakisoba for dinner, and Nico loved eating it. Sana was just thankful Momo was able to come over and cook, she hated relying on take out as much as she did when Jihyo and Mina weren’t home. Plus, Sana liked the company. Even if she was feeling better, there was still that paranoia from her parents. So having company really helped lighten her mood. “I heard you got some jellies today kiddo.” Momo mentioned over dinner. “Uh-hum. I got every question right.” Nico smiled, taking another bite of her noodles. “That’s great Nic! Your mommy has always been bad at math, do you like it?” “I teach physics Momo.” Sana rolled her eyes. “I’m great at math.”

“I love math Auntie. Miss Kim says I’m the best at it.” Nico giggled. “That's amazing kiddo.” Momo smiled. “You’ll probably have your mom beaten soon.” “Really?” “Sorry baby. I went to college and learned a lot of math. But if you ever decide you like physics, mommy can teach you it in the future.” Sana giggled, reaching for a napkin to clean off Nico’s face. Nico smiled at her and resumed eating messily. Since Nico was so picky, Momo had made her special yaki soba with just chicken, noodles, sauce, and mushrooms. Nico had recently discovered she loved mushrooms, after finally relenting to trying them when Kazumi convinced her they were going to make her tall. She fell in love and now asked for them in almost everything they made, even if there were times it seemed a bit odd.

“Mommy said we could watch Totoro.” Nico said after a bit. “Oh yeah? Well I would love to watch Totoro with you.” Momo smiled. “We could get some popcorn, and some jellies.” “Yes!” Nico was practically bouncing in her chair. “Only if you eat all of your food though okay?” Momo prompted. “Okay!” “Momo we don’t have any popcorn or candy, Mina doesn’t like it when we keep that stuff in the house.” Sana pointed out. “It’s okay, we can walk to the convenience store. I’ll pay.” Momo offered. “You really don’t have to-”

“Nonsense. It was my idea.” Momo nodded. “Anyway, Nico be sure to eat all your food so you can have more jellies.” “Okay!”

Nico was practically skipping the whole way to the convenience store. Sana made sure to keep a tighter grip on her than usual, just to be sure she didn’t run off. After buying Nico’s favorite candy and some microwave popcorn. Momo goes to set up the movie while Sana and Nico make the popcorn. “How come Ka-san doesn’t like popcorn?” Nico asked as Sana put the popcorn in the microwave. Nico pulled on her hand, holding her arms out to be picked up so she could see the popcorn in the microwave.

“Ka-san doesn’t dislike popcorn, it’s just not good for us. Popcorn is like candy, it’s a special treat.” Sana explained. “Oh. I like popcorn.” Nico mentioned, looking closer at the popcorn. “Yeah me too.” Sana smiled, kissing Nico’s cheek. She didn’t know why, but seeing Nico excitedly watch the popcorn was just making her melt. It was just so cute, she couldn’t help it.

“Pop!” Nico smiled when the popcorn started going off.

“Pop.” Sana repeated with a smile. Once it was ready Sana put it in a bowl and brought it over to Momo, who immediately held up a candy for Nico. “Jelly!” Nico smiled. “Thank you Auntie Momo.” “Of course Nico.” Momo smiled. “Now come cuddle with Auntie.” Nico excitedly climbed into Momo’s lap, Momo wrapping her arms around her. Sana knew what Momo was doing. She and Nayeon had both been looking into adopting another baby recently. From what she understood, they were looking for a kid slightly older than Nico, but Momo was still using Nico as a bit of practice. Their kids hadn’t been little in a while, and Momo had always been self conscious about spending time around kids. Momo always talked about how perfect Nayeon was with kids, and how much she doubted herself. Sana always tried to reassure her that she was great, but even after raising three kids, she was still unsure of herself sometimes. After the movie, Momo has to leave to facetime Nayeon and her kids.

“Auntie Momo has to go?” Nico asked, hugging Momo tighter. “Sorry kiddo, I need to go talk to Nayeon and your cousins.” Momo explained. “Okay…” Nico nodded. “Here, give the jellies to Neul Unnie, Jae Oppa, and Zumi Unnie.” Nico handed Momo the rest of her bag of candy Momo had bought her. “Oh Nico this is your candy-”

“It’s for Unnies and Oppa.” Nico nodded.

“Okay.” Momo sighed, accepting it. “I’ll see you tomorrow Sana?” Sana nodded, kissing Momo’s cheek. “See you tomorrow Momo.” Sana smiled. “Bye bye Auntie Momo!” Nico waved, giving Momo a tighter hug before letting go and moving back to Sana’s side. “Let’s go take a bath, yeah?” Sana offered. Nico nodded, practically buzzing from all the sugar she had just consumed with the popcorn.

This is where things started to go wrong. Nico was on a sugar high, a bad one. And Sana was just trying to give her a bath.

“And and during class Somi was telling me that she’s going to be Elsa tomorrow! We can wear whatever we want tomorrow!” “Oh yeah?” Sana hummed, trying to get Nico’s strawberry body wash onto her, however she kept squirming, which was making it difficult. “Uh-hum! Can I be Elsa too?” Nico asked. “No no wait, I want to be Totoro!” “You don’t want to be a princess?” Sana asked.

“No totoro!” Nico insisted. “Totoro has big hugs and I want big hugs like Totoro! Or mommy!” “Aw thanks sweetie.” Sana sighed. SHe was running out of energy fast. She wasn’t normally like this around Nico, normally she had an almost endless amount of mom energy. But today, she was just tired. She had been emotionally exhausted for the past few weeks and she had given two three hour lectures today before going to get Nico. And right now, she was just starting to get tired fast. And Nico’s fidgeting was not making it any easier. “And-and I want totoro lunch! With mush-mush, chickin, and rice.” Nico explained. It was adorable how she said mushroom, but Sana was fading too fast to do her normal cooing over her baby. “Okay. We can tell Ka-san when she gets home.” Sana hummed, still trying to get Nico still enough to put her body wash on.

“Hu-um. And I also want strawberries and watermelon. And and can we see Auntie Chaeng and Auntie Tzuyu tomorrow? I drew a picture of Auntie Chaeyoung’s body drawings! And I want to see Emi Unnie. She lets me draw body art on her!” Sana was happy to see Nico this animated. She was just tired. “I can see if we can go see them.” Sana nodded, finally getting Nico still enough to put body wash on her. Nico was still talking and Sana was just half listening. She knew that was awful, and that’s not how she normally was with Nico. She just wasn’t in the right headspace. Not yet.

“Having fun?” Sana nearly started crying when she heard Mina’s voice. She looked up, seeing her wife leaning against the doorframe to Nico’s bathroom. “Ka-san is home!” “Yeah, I can see someone had a little sugar.” Nico giggled.

“I got lots of jellies.” Nico informed.

“Lots huh? Sounds fun.” Mina smiled. “Now let mommy finish off your bath.” Mina giggled at Sana’s struggle. Nico finally was still enough for Snaa to finish, and once she was done Sana wrapped her up in a towel hug. By this point, Nico’s energy was fading, fast. “Sleepy?” Sana asked, dressing Nico up in her favorite pink pajamas. “Nu-uh.” Nico nodded. “Let’s go see Ka-san, okay?” Nico nodded, following Sana out of the bathroom and towards their bedroom. Mina was on the bed, scrolling through her phone. “Ka-san!” Nico hugged Mina. “Hey baby.” Mina smiled, kissing Nico’s head. “I got this. Go take a rest.” Mina mouthed to Sana. Sana smiled at her, watching Nico cuddle closer to Mina. She nodded, moving to Mina’s other side to cuddle her. “Ka-san, story?” “Sure. I’ll go get one.” Mina hummed. “Be right back.” Nico fell asleep in the middle of the story, cuddling as close to two of her moms as possible. Mina and Sana both smiled, kissing Nico before tucking her into their big bed. “Thanks Mitang.” Sana sighed once they were in the living room.

“Of course.” Mina smiled. “Wine?” “Sure.” Sana nodded. “Still, I love her so much but I’m just- a little tired.” “You haven’t been on mom duty for a while now, it’s okay.” Mina smiled, moving to prepare two glasses of wine. “She’s not too bad though.” “No, just when Momo and I give her candy.” Sana smiled.

“That's why she doesn’t get candy.” Mina reached out for Sana’s hand. Sana held Mina’s hand tightly, giving her a small smile. “She has been doing better lately. She even started eating mushrooms.” “I know. I’m so proud of her.” Sana smiled. “When is Hyo going to be home?” “She said less than an hour.” Mina mentioned. “I can’t wait.” Sana moved to cuddle Mina. Mina wrapped her arms around Sana, holding her tight. “I missed mommy Nico time, but you know what I missed just as much?” “What?” “Misana time.” Sana smiled. “And once Hyo gets here it will be perfect.” “I can’t wait.”

#twice #misahyo #misahyo au #minatozaki sana #park jihyo #myoui mina #nico #namo

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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3. Sweets for OT4 because Barclay making sweet things for his polycule is the soft that I need! Sfw, with mer Duck and Joseph?

Here it is! Joseph’s design is based on a Spotted Drum, Duck’s on a Mahi-Mahi.

Most days, Barclay’s house resembles a cookbook library. Today, it looks like a cookbook library that got hit by a catastrophic earthquake.

His goal is to find three perfect recipes to bring to the beach with him tonight, but he keeps changing his mind; whenever he settles on a menu, he turns the page or turns around and finds another contender staring at him from its glossy photo.

Indrid is the simplest; he likes sweet food in all his forms, though he’ll make concessions to the rest of the tastes from time to time. It was one such concession (to sour) that first introduced them. Indrid was shooting a fashion spread in town and came into Amnesty Lodge, where Barclay was working the counter at their little coffee bar.

“I suppose I should get a slice of the key lime pie, since we’re in the keys.”

Barclay cut him a generous slice because he liked the curve of his smile. Indrid sat at the counter, took a bite, took a second bite, and then ate so fast his fork was a silver blur. He licked his plate clean when he thought Barclay wasn’t looking. There was a dot of whipped cream on his nose that Barclay almost offered to kiss off. But he exercised restraint and gave him a napkin instead.

Indrid came back the next day, and the next, and the day after that too. When Barclay asked how long the shoot was, Indrid admitted it was done three days ago.

“I, ah, I’ve been coming down from the city just for your food.”

“That’s the best compliment anyone’s ever given me.” Barclay leans across the counter, smiling when he spots Indrid’s eyes giving him a once over from behind his red-lensed glasses.

“May I have the chance to pay you some more? Perhaps tonight if you’re free?

He was, and Indrid complimented him before, after, and during the night they spent together. Barclay would have been fine with a one-night stand, let the memory of Indrid’s tan, angular body under his hands carry him for the next few months. But the photographer came back at least three times a week and took Barclay out as much as possible. He learned Indrid was a big enough deal that he could pick and choose assignments and that he traveled often, but the longer they were together, the more he talked about moving his headquarters to Kepler.

Two years later, his office and studio are ten minutes from the apartment he and Barclay share. When he’s in town, he’s glued to Barclays side.When he travels, Barclay gets postcards signed with hearts or filled with sketches of what Indrid’s seen (and he always comes home laden with local delicacies for Barclay to try).

Wait, what were those hard candies he brought back and then ate all of? Yeah, that will work. Barclay checks to be sure he has heavy cream and makes a note to get pineapple from the grocery store. He’d hoped to avoid a trip out, but Indrid is worth it. Indrid is one of the best things to ever happen to him.

He’s also the reason Barclay has to find three recipes and not just one.

A year ago Indrid was location scouting for a dramatic oceanside shoot. On a remote outcropping, waves splashing around him, a man popped up from the water to ask what the hell he was doing so far out and didn’t he know the tide overtook this rock real quick?

Indrid, a little strange himself, recovered quickly from being scolded by a merman. And promptly asked if merman would like to pose for a portrait. If not, would he be able to show Indrid some good locations for photographing rays?

Duck, green-finned and strong, became Indrid’s guide to the reef. It didn’t take long before Barclay noticed Indrid getting dreamy-eyed when he recounted their adventures. Maybe he should have been jealous, but he was just happy his boyfriend found a hunky merman to show him the wonders of the sea.

These days, he considers Duck one of his best friends, a friend who also happens to make Indrid’s face light up like the Vegas strip whenever he smiles at him.

Duck’s palate tends towards the savory side, and on days when he needs a pick-me-up Barclay will bring him a travel bowl of french onion soup and a hard seltzer, the two of them sitting on the sand and comparing notes on troublesome customers (or, in Duck’s case, park guests in the aquatic campground on the far edge of the reef.

Actually, that gives Barclay an idea. He grabs the flour from the cupboard, sets it next to the jar of yeast and a bottle of wheat beer. They may be metamours and not partners but, as Barclay often jokes, he owes Duck big time.

See, shortly after meeting Duck, Indrid guided Barclay down to a hidden patch of beach.

“I want Duck to meet you, dearest. He also has someone he wishes to introduce to us.”

Duck barely had time to emerge before another merman pulled himself onto the beach and began asking questions.

“See, this is why I asked him to come. Joe’s fascinated by the human world. Even swam under a glass bottom boat tryin to get a look at some tourists. Which was real dangerous.”

“You didn’t seem to mind disciplining me for it” Joseph shoots a smile at the other mer, then continues his examination of Indrid’s camera.

With black hair, blue eyes, and a stunning white and black tail, Joseph is the most handsome man Barclay’d ever seen. Later, when he had to explain the fact he was attracted to both him and Indrid, he’d say that the difference in his boyfriends was like the difference between being fed by a classically trained French chef and Spanish chef pushing the boundaries of molecular gastronomy; radically different, but equally amazing.

Joseph, inquisitive and clever, began asking to see them whenever he could. Barclay started bringing food down for Joseph to try, played him movies on his phone, and fell harder for him whenever he laughed or smiled or made a bad pun.

Some nights Duck, Indrid, or both joined them. Other nights it was just the two of them and water, Joseph lazily waving his tail back and forth as they talked. One evening, he dragged it across Barclay’s legs by accident and the human wasn’t quick enough in hiding his reaction.

“Should I do that again?”

“S-sure.”

“Can I kiss you at the same time?”

“Yes! No, fuck, wait we, we need to talk to Indrid and Duck about this.”

“I suspect they won’t mind, but you’re right. We’ll take a rain check, big guy. And please pass me that cake.”

In addition to his other good qualities, Joseph has the most sophisticated palates of anyone, mer or human, Barclay knows. As in he can taste the notes of blackberry or chocolate that a wine label insists are there but Barclay can only sort of get a hint of. Barclay once bought him a sampler box of expensive wines, cooked oysters over a driftwood fire, and hand fed both to Joseph as he moaned and wiggled with delight, outlining in no uncertain terms what he’d do for Barclay as a thank you.

(He still can’t look at a bottle of white wine without blushing)

That means Barclay has to make something that's as sweet and sophisticated as the mer himself. Ripe peaches tickle his nose. He grabs his copy of Dessert for All Seasons, flipping to summer with a smile.

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“Okay, so” Barclay sets the bags down on the picnic blanket, “I, uh, I decided making one sweet thing wasn’t enough. I know that’s kinda silly but you three are so fucking important to me I wanted to do this right.”

“Doubt you’ll get any complaints from mr. sweet tooth.” Duck smirks. Indrid, lounging in linen shorts a moth patterned Hawaiin shirt, sticks his tongue out. The mer just blows him a kiss in response.

“And there’s no need to apologize for being thoughtful.” Joseph drapes his tail over Ducks, “it’s one of your best traits.”

“Thanks, babe. Uh, so, Indrid, this is for you.” He lifts the pie plate from the ice chest, “it’s pineapple cream with vanilla whipped cream on top.”

“I love you.” Indrid takes the dish with wide-eyed appreciation.

“Duck, these are for you.”

“Oh hell yeah, pretzels. Wait, is this-”

“French onion soup dip? Yep.”

“I’m gonna eat the hell outta this.”

“And, uh” he slides the cake carrier towards Joseph, “I found a recipe for a peaches and cream Prosecco cake. Hope you like it.”

Joseph lifts the lid, licks his lips, then pushes the carrier into the center of blanket so he can roll and put his head in Barclay’s lap.

“You’re the best.”

“Indeed. Which is why we have something for you as well.” Indrid stands, stepping over Duck and then eeping when the mer gently whacks his ass with his tail. When he returns (stopping to bend down a pinch the sensitive upper back of said tail), it’s with the cake carrier Barclay looked everywhere for earlier today.

Beneath the pink plastic lid is a cake coated in milk chocolate frosting.

“‘Drid said this was the one you made yourself for your birthday.”

“Oh fuck, the chocolate malt one?”

“The very same. We had to get a bit creative cooking it; Joseph suggested making the layers in cast iron over a fire, which worked well. After all, we didn’t want to ruin the surprise.”

The frosting message of “happy one year anniversary” gets a little blurry, and he wipes his eyes, “this is so fucking sweet, you guys.”

“You deserve it.” Joseph kisses his hand as Indrid rests his head on his shoulder, Duck scooching over to lay across Indrid’s lap.

Barclay smiles, “We all do.”

#OT4: Government Men and Their Cryptid Boyfriends #mermay fills #mermay #Indruck #sternclay #duck newton/agent stern #Indrid cold/Barclay

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detective-keen · 3 years

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A wonderful Christmas time / Chloe and Agatha

Where : Christmas marker When : Christmas week Who : @chloeinbetween & @detective-keen

Summary : Agatha drags Chloe out to get some fresh air and rediscover the warmth of Christmas time.

TW: chronic illness, domestic abuse mention, emotional abuse mention, lydiaplot cw

The sky cleared shortly after lunch, and when Chloe suggested a trip to the Christmas market, Agatha immediately agreed. Did she feel guilty for not being able to help her more? Nothing was more uncertain. Agatha reassured herself by telling herself that she was helping her by offering her a place to stay while she could settle in a place all to herself, but she could see that the young woman was not doing well. And she wondered how it was possible that Lydia could have orchestrated such horrors for so long, without ever having been arrested. Agatha told herself that it was impossible that no one suspected her. She wasn't really like other humans, that infamous woman, that monster hiding behind her picturesque beauty, but she must have been spotted at one point or another. Her crimes had started a long time ago. Agatha found it hard to conceptualize all of this, but she firmly believed that the oldest ID cards they had found were those of the baleful fae's oldest victims. So many lives destroyed couldn’t possibly leave anyone undisturbed…

The lights at the Christmas market weren't bright enough to bring joy back to the young woman's heart, while her mind remained troubled by the whole ordeal. She often thought about it. Although Agatha shared the case with others, she was determined to find Lydia, and put her behind bars, the murderous bitch. That was all she deserved: to have all power taken away from her, and to rot, to turn dull, and to die out. To suffer as she had made all these people suffer. This was an adequate punishment.

A mulled wine stand brought her back years, and pulled her out of her thoughts. As a child, she remembered that her father and mother made that. The scent of spices then perfumed the whole house, announcing the arrival of Christmas dinner, the gifts, of her cousins, and Christmas movies while the grown-ups conversed about subjects that did not interest her.

Agatha approached it. Her cheeks rose from the cold, she turned to Chloe and smiled at her before asking if she wanted some. "It was kind of a tradition in my family," she explained, as she pulled out her wallet to pay the seller.

Chloe had bought herself a new coat, new woolen sweater, new hat and gloves, all so that in the hours she had energy to, she could enjoy being outside. Even the most wretched places could be made to look magical with the right collection of LEDs and pretty market stalls. In the early afternoon, the sun was already low, and the air was refreshingly biting against her skin. Since she’d moved her things over to Agatha’s, she’d seen Agatha’s concerned looks on more than one occasion. A dozen pills for a dozen different ailments, all brought on by her last four years. Not that the doctors saw it like that. Not that Chloe really cared what the doctors thought was the cause for everything. She just wanted to manage it, day by day, so that she could do things like this. Walk around the christmas market with Agatha, drinking in all the sights and smells. Cinnamon and cloves and hand made candles in every shape and size. She followed Agatha with almost a childlike wonder at all the lights, not even realising where they’d stopped until she looked around. “Yeah, yeah I would. This and… and peppermint bark was always something I picked up around christmas time.”

Agatha handed the paper cup to Chloe. She was delighted to see that there was an ingenuous and awe-inspiring glow in the other woman's gaze, as she was surrounded by equally heartwarming lights, sounds and smells. If Chloe felt like a lump of coal on the verge of going out most of the time, and though she was far from a fanned flame now, there was a light in her and that was already a lot.

Agatha couldn't help but worry. She knew full well that Chloe was not out of the woods, that leaving Lydia had cost her dearly, and that no one could guess what would happen next. So it was foolish to get attached to this young woman in any way - Agatha had never been one to depend on others and was not too worried about that- and yet that was what she did when spending time with Chloe. Maybe she would regret it, but for the moment it seemed more important to help her rebuild. She owed her that much, she who still felt so guilty for shooting her colleague, for having seen Todd die without being able to intervene, for not understanding, for not being able to really help as she wanted.

"Peppermint bark?" Agatha couldn't recall the last time she had eaten that. It had never really been a thing that they had done with her parents, but she could understand how important those things were. The market was a bit crowded, and she had to squeeze through passersby to access the stall. They sold all kinds of things here. If her eyes were caught by the sight of waffles the size of her head, she searched for the sought after bark instead. "Ah, there we go," Turning her back to the tempting waffles, Agatha, wide-eyed, couldn't escape what she had in front of her. A stall as ostentatious as it was in bad taste faced her. In the middle of a decor entirely done in black and white, people in black leotards, their faces painted white, squirmed silently around a large box covered with stripes. Although she didn't yet believe that mimes were innately evil creatures, she still felt deeply uncomfortable when confronted with their weirdness. “We should get away from here,” she turned to check on Chloe, and once again her eyes were caught by the food. Food certainly was a good way to make her forget about the cursed sights of this town. “I’ve never heard of that,” narrowing her eyes at a label, she read out “Hops in the stomach ?” The little gums, shaped like rabbits, looked quite adorable, but she simply couldn’t believe that tagline. Still she was intrigued. “Well now I have to try that. Do you want to pick a mix with me Chloe?” She offered, hoping that she wouldn’t end up eating these on her own.

Chloe chuckled at the way Agatha’s eyes clung to the waffles greedily, and when Chloe inhaled the smell of warm caramelised sugar was incredibly tantalising. “You can have some, you know, I don’t mind waiting!” Chloe said softly, her protest mild. it felt wrong, trying to give people permission to do things, which made it all the more important to do, right? But as Agatha turned, Chloe froze as well, staring at the black and white theme. It was one thing to awkwardly dodge a security guard, another to see a stall covered in stripes. The mimes…. signed at her silently and without malice, but she still shivered and shuffled past them awkwardly. For a second, Chloe lost sight of Agatha in the crowd and began to panic, before realising that she was in front of a different stall. Candies of every stripe and flavour were lined up in cotton bags, offered up for them to build their own pick and mix bag from. Chloe touched Agatha’s arm for a split second just to reassure herself that she was real and there, before smiling nervously and nodding. “Yeah, sure.” The cashier offered them a paper bag, and Chloe started with a small scoop of ‘Fizzing fireworks,” that looked like little liquorice beans. “Your turn to choose the next ones?”

Agatha pursed her lips to the side, as if she doubted her ability to gobble up one of those waffles whole. If she couldn't finish it, she could always give a piece to her new friend. Finally deciding to order one, she walked away to get some napkins at the other end of the stall and lost sight of Chloe for a moment. The latter approaching her, she gave him a beaming smile, before trying to wipe away the sugar from the corners of her lips. “Let’s see…” she glanced at the paper bag, watching the liquorice bean cover the rabbits. “Mmmh, what about… Coco bombs.” The white chocolate balls were covered in coconut flakes, looking like they begged to end up in her stomach. “Would you like a piece of my waffle?” She wanted to save space for the candy now, and knew that the waffle would take too much room if she were to finish it alone. Giving Chloe a puppy eyed look, she tore a piece of waffle off, handing it to her : “Come on, it’s great. You won’t regret it,” she assured her.

“Oh, uh, just a small piece,” Chloe agreed, her eyes widening as Agatha dropped a chunk in her hand before she’d even finished her sentence. She took a small bite, and smiled gratefully. Even if she wanted to there was a lump in her throat that held back the word thank you. As the sugar of the waffle dissolved in Chloe‘s mouth, she remembered that she was not used to this kind of sweetness, neither the kind from the waffle nor the kind from Agatha. Between the two of them, they quickly selected a few more flavours for their bag of sweets before putting it on the weighing scale. Chloe tapped her card against the reader – contactless was also something that she was still getting used to – and picked up the bag offering the first one to Agatha. “My treat,” she said, before looking around. “Let’s get away from the mimes first, actually.”

Agatha deadpanned. "I'm nothing but generous," she was not usually one to share her food with others, but she told herself that Chloe had been deprived for too long of the greatness of waffles, and that anyway, she needed room for the candy they were picking out. And if it could let Chloe see that there were kind people still populating the Earth then all the better. She licked her lips and wiped her mouth clean all at once, which now that she had done it, didn't seem like the brightest thing she had ever done. Her eyebrows raised, she looked at Chloe as she rubbed her hand against her slacks. "Don't. I'm clearly not as smart as I claim to be," with a giggle, she looked back at her waffle and sighed. Thank God she did not believe in things being too pretty to be eaten. What kind of nonsense was that?

"You know what, excellent idea," she didn't protest about Chloe paying for the sweets, although she had that thankful look in her eyes as she looked at her. "I gotta say, I don't feel comfortable around them either. They are just so weird, you know?" She shook her head, mimicking a shiver. "You should see their bar and restaurant. Awful. I mean the food's alright, but... Well let's just say I'll never bring you to those," some people claimed that mimes were evil. While Agatha rolled her eyes at that, she understood why someone might think so. There was an uncanny, unsettling vibe that seemed to envelop these artists. Taking a piece of candy from the bag, she put it in her mouth and while she was pleased with the taste, she felt as if there was something tickling her throat and she couldn't repress laughter as she put her hand to her neck. "No, no. I hate being tickled," she cried.

“Oh! Someone gave me a map of all the mime related places to avoid. I was almost…. well, I was attacked by one a while back, so, they’re high on my radar to avoid,” Chloe whispered, looking furtively at the mimes to see if they were listening. One mimed a smile at her, and she quickly jerked back to look at Agatha. “I’m shocked to learn that the food is enjoyable at all. Their meal delivery service leaves… a lot to be desired.” Once they were out of sight of the mimes, Chloe was more than comfortable to pluck a treat out of the bag for herself/. Chloe bit down on the candy as she turned back to Agatha in bemusion. “I’m… not tickling you?” Chloe replied, staring at Agatha in growing concern as the woman jerked and flinched while laughing unrelentingly. “Are... you okay?” The candy in her mouth began to pop and fizz like pop rocks on steroids, and when she opened her mouth little sparks like fireworks popped out. Chloe’s eyes widened with alarm, although the sweet sour flavour was in fact… surprisingly enjoyable.

“That’s a thoughtful thing to do,” she might have not been scared by those mimes, they were unsettling to her, and the only reason she had pushed the door to their restaurant was for the food. Her mother had made her promise not to take her there ever again, which while it seemed a bit much, also did not feel too weird to her. The music being played on loop alone could have justified this permanent decision. “It’s not the best food in town, but there’s something about it, I couldn’t be able to tell what it is, that makes you want to get more.” It was only her promise to her mother that had kept her from going back. Then, after a while, this need to go back had faded naturally. Of course Agatha could not suspect that it had to do with a very special ingredient.

“I had no idea they did meal deliveries, although if you say that it’s atrocious, I think I’ll save myself from this pain.” She remembered that the former sergeant used to eat food from such services. She wondered if he had been a customer of this one too.

The mimes now at a distance, she could tell that Chloe was a little bit more relaxed, to the point of giving her tickles. I’m… not tickling you? She was not. Her eyes a bit wider, she looked at Chloe with worry as she saw light, bursts of light, almost like tiny fireworks escaping her mouth. Still, the detective wiggled her torso, holding her arm to protect herself from tickles, only for those to start somewhere else. It was when she felt it reach her feet (and then promptly fade away) that she was left with this odd feeling : what did I just eat? The candy was really good, but that kind of effect was not one she ever had experienced with food. Carefully, she picked another. It must have been the one Chloe had just eaten, because along with the fizziness, came the same outburst of light: sparks shooted out of her mouth, but it was the flavour of the candy that satisfied her the most. She couldn’t recall trying any that had been so intense with their taste. “Those are so good?!”

“I don’t know if it’s from the actual restaurant, because Lydia actually kinda liked the restaurant, but the food is so bad,” Chloe replied almost thoughtlessly, before freezing. People always got weird when she mentioned Lydia, because for them it was such a nightmare while for Chloe it… had been a nightmare, but it had also been her reality. Talking about Lydia was habit… just not for anyone else. She had no idea how Agatha would respond, if at all, but she was relieved for the distraction.

Chloe was not convinced good was the word she’d describe the flavour she was experiencing. It was as if her tongue was completely incapable of tasting anything else ever, she’d hit maximum flavour capacity. How did they even do that?/ Had candy making technologies really improve that much in just four years? As quickly as it had been there, it melted away into her mouth, not even leaving a trace. Intrigued, Chloe plucked another out of the bag. She balked. In her hand was a small black and white striped hard candy, even though neither of them had selected them. Making an executive decision, Chloe chucked the mime candy on the ground and stamped on it. The hard candy cracked under her heel silently, and when she checked underneath her shoe, it was gone. “I hate that,” chloe said softly, before plopping another candy in her mouth. “Oh, oh, this one is a little like a jawbreaker? It keeps, oh, this is good, each layer is changing flavour.” Apple, cherry, cola, strawberry, mint, it was changing very fast but the effect was never too jarring.

The name of Lydia should have brought an eyebrow raise from Agatha. Instead, she glanced at Chloe, wondering if she should have said something. The woman chose to remain quiet. Chloe must have spoken about what had happened with Lydia hundreds of times already, to her, to other detectives, to psychiatrists and more, each time reliving it over again. It was only cruel to ask if she wanted to talk about it every time Lydia’s name would be mentioned. Someone eager to get details might pretend to “care”, but caring was allowing Chloe to talk about it when she wanted to, listening and being there for her.

A change in the conversation came, naturally, unexpectedly, in the shape of a striped round hard candy. She watched as the other woman crushed it under her shoe, expecting a satisfying sight, but there was no trace left of it. “Holy fucking Mary, what in the goddamn,” it seemed Chloe was not so impressed, but rather blasée. It must have seemed weak compared to what she had been through, Agatha figured. “Hate is the word,” she agreed. She picked through the bag to check whether some other black and white horrors had found their way in it. “I wonder how those ended up here. The shop owner didn’t seem like one of them,” there she was, speaking like those she once considered agents of chaos ; people that she once put in the same box as flat earthers or evolution theory deniers : the mime haters. She did not want to be so prejudiced against them, but they did not do much to help their case. “Really? Isn’t it a bit too much?” She wondered how they had achieved that without it all feeling like a tasteless mixture. “I’m sorry about the mimes. But hey, those weirdos aside, how do you like the market so far? Pretty nice, huh? It’s not Germany, but I’d say we’re doing pretty good.”

“I’m definitely just pretending that didn’t exist,” Chloe said weakly about the mime candy, with a false smile that didn’t quite match her jitters. “Seriously, seriously don’t eat any striped food.” She walked them along the stalls as Agatha checked for more dangerous treats, chewing on the red wine flavoured sweet in her mouth. “It is a bit much,” Chloe chuckled, but finished the treat all the same, gulping it down when it tasted like cinnamon and apple crumble. “No! I’m enjoying it. Really. Thanks for… hauling me out here. I know I took some convincing.” Because of the fae she was sure she’d encounter between the fairy lights. It was good to be reminded that sweetness lingered in this town too. “Let’s go experience the rest of it?” Chloe suggested quietly. It had been so long since she’d been allowed to want. She would cherish every christmas-light moment of it.

#domestic abuse tw #emotional abuse tw #chronic illness tw #lydiaplot cw #wickedswriting #para #chatzy #para chloe

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wrentheworldsatstake · 4 years

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Part 1 of 5+1 Stucky learn about the LGBTQ+ Community,

Warnings: Steve has some deeply internal homophobia, and uses some unsavory language to refer to himself+ Steve recalls a murder of a gay neighbor that traumatized him, I essentially projected my religious trauma on him darlings, so it gets angsty.

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1) Steve Rogers was enjoying his countrywide road trip. His favorite things were to visit scenery that he dreamed of seeing with Bucky way back when. His second favorite things were the small shops that reminded him so much of the small businesses back home. It was still hard to buy things, even with Tony funding his trip with more money he’d ever seen, but Steve knew supporting these shops would keep them around, and Steve needed a slice of home.

Steve had motorcycled all the way to Arizona. This is the last stop on his trip, and probably the most painful. Bucky always dreamed of seeing the Grand Canyon, it was one of those dreams that were tossed back and forth if they somehow became millionaires.

Steve remembers that winter that felt colder than the rest. Not much, he was delirious for most of it (according to Bucky after the fact he had his last rites done? Something he has no memory of but to be fair there was a reason he was having his last rites done). That isn’t important, what he remembered was Bucky crying, something he’d never seen before. He remembered Bucky telling him if he made it out of it, they’d see the grand canyon together.

Steve misses Bucky, in ways he knows he shouldn’t. He remembers Robert, the son of the baker that made the good bread. He remembers he was seen kissing a boy, and he remembered Robert ending up dead. Homosexual Killed by Crowd, was in the papers. He remembered that he went to mass with his mother and the sermon that day.The priest called it justice, he called Robert (poor sweet Robert, who snuck his mom a loaf of bread when Steve’s dad died), filthy and depraved, and deserved to be murdered. He remembered the baker at the mass, nodding,crying yes, but nodding. Every time he tried to get bread there from then on it tasted like sawdust.

Steve remembered when the boys (Bucky’s friends really, but when they were mean to him, Bucky chose Steve instead), were talking about Mary. And how her assets were nice and big. They described how attractive she was and Steve didn’t see it. He saw that in Bucky, brave, beautiful Bucky, and that scared him. Made him feel colder than any winter they ran out of kindling.

So there was Steve, staring at the canyon. His heart was shaking in ways that made him worried the serum stopped working. He had a slip of paper, a napkin from a diner with an image of Bucky sketched on it. He held it up so “Bucky” was seeing the canyon.

“Buck, it’s the grand canyon. Buck isn’t it beautiful...”

Steve hoped in heaven Bucky was looking down at him. Steve hoped Bucky was happy up there. Steve hoped that Buck still loved him, even though he ought to know Steve’s proclivities up there. Most of all, Steve hoped that he could make it to heaven, to see Bucky again, even though he was a queer, hoped God made an exception, that maybe if he prayed enough that god could forgive him.

It took a while for Steve to pull himself together. He wasn’t crying- per se, but some tears slipped out. He hiked all the way to a gift shop a couple of miles away from where he-. Well he walked a couple of miles to a gift shop. He had bought gifts for the whole team, except Natasha. Tony and Clint were easy, they both would appreciate a gag gift, so he got Tony a figurine of iron man that made him giggle in the store, with a face painted literally primary color yellow, lopsided eyes, and armor that was pretty much three red blocks stacked on each other. For Clint he got him a bag of birdseed, and he wrote Property of Hawkeye in purple marker on it. (He asked Tony on his phone (after spending twenty minutes reading an operating manual meant for senior citizens) if that’d be funny, and Tony apparently called “dibs” [whatever that meant] on him for a “prank war”).

Thor and Bruce were a little harder, but he got advice from Natasha on what they may like. With Thor he bought food he’d never tried before, so they could try modern cuisine together. With recommendations from Tony, he got Oreos, Twinkies, “Seaweed” (which he had thought was an aquatic plant??), Tater Tots, Doritos, Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, and he did want to try some other things (like sushi? Or pineapple?) but Tony told him it would spoil on the way back. For Bruce, Natasha told him he drank a lot of tea, that it worked with calming him down. So Steve bought tea grown from places he visited. He got some from California called “Golden Feather Tea,” which sounded something Bruce would really like. He also found some from Florida, Alabama, and Georgia.

Everyone had a gift, but Natasha. He wanted to get a gift that Peggy might like, because well… they reminded him of each other. He didn’t want to get anything that may imply he wanted to court her for, so flowers, jewelry, candies, cigarettes (which actually are bad for you? They make asthma worse? Which is pretty disturbing considering how many he smoked when his asthma was bad) or gum. Knowing what he did about Natasha she probably wouldn’t enjoy any of that anyway.

Inside the shop there were a lot of stickers, license plates, and keychains. He also noticed some mid-sized flags he didn’t recognize. Well he recognized one, Natasha had one inside a potted plant. It was pink and orange and white, and he thinks it may be a country flag? He knows those changed some since he got back from the ice. Either way, it seems like a good gift for Natasha he guesses? I mean she already has a tiny one, maybe she’d like another? At least she’d award him for his observational skills.

Going to purchase the flag he noticed a little sign saying 10% of flag purchases will go to some charity called GLAAD. That’s great then! Charities are good. He goes to purchase the flag and put it in the trailer Tony rented for him. He originally decided to go by motorcycle, but when he tried to lug around souvenirs, or sleep in a hotel, he realized he much preferred a mini-house that he drove around than a hotel where his nightmares ended up waking up a baby and it’s parents.

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Steve was in a good mood. Tony had offered him a room in the tower, which he was worried about originally, but it had so much thought and consideration inside of it he gave the man a bear hug. Tony had a radio on his dresser that Steve remembered having like it once. He had a station on it that played music he remembered throughout his lifetime. There were instructions for each appliance inside of the small kitchen under each appliance. There was “vintage” furniture throughout the apartment, a dresser he remembers his mother dreamed she could have. There were art supplies for him, and a room where he had skyline views and natural light (how Tony knew about his art, he has no idea). Finally he was close to the common room, and could either take the stairs or elevators there, so he was close to the team.

It was an apartment that he dreamed of sharing with Bucky. He could imagine teasing Bucky while he was making the soup for the week. He could imagine giggling and dancing to the radio songs together. He could imagine sharing the bed, holding- no Steve. Steve, that's bad.

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The entire team was gathered in the common room. Steve had wrapped the gifts inside of newspaper, something he remembered doing with his mom, before kindling got low and they had to use the papers for heat. He handed Tony his first (it was the first one he bought after all). Tony eagerly unwrapped it, flinging paper at Clint, (who balled it up and threw it right back).

“Aww Capsicle ya shouldn’t have,” he said in an exaggerated girlish voice, “Such a gift ought to earn ya a smooch,” which made Steve back up. Did they know, know that he was a homosexual? If they did know, why would they bring it up? These sorts of things were kept shamefully hidden, (unless they were planning to hurt him, but he doesn’t think they will), they weren’t teased or advertised about. Tony stopped when he saw that Steve had backed up, face pale, and somehow the room became more tense.

He handed Clint his gift next. (More like dropped it in his lap, causing an oof to be forced out of Clint). Clint took his newspaper and balled it up and hit Tony, who was just about to tell him not to do that. He held the bag up, and stared at the writing. Natasha who sneaked a peak got a small laugh at the birdseed bag.

“Hey Birdman, do you need that in a feeder form? For when you’re feeling peckish”

Clint stared right into Tony’s eyes, opened the bag, took a handful and ate it.

“No Tony, I have thumbs,” he said after chewing (and grimacing) “so I can eat the birdseed with my hands, I can also do this”

which Clint punctuated with throwing a handful of birdseed at Tony. Natasha rolled her eyes, hoisted up the bag, and said “idiots” almost endearingly? As she put the bag on a shelf by the television.

“Alright then… moving on” Steve said awkwardly. Steve couldn’t really wrap Thor’s gift, so he had it in a plastic bag

“So Thor, uh- we’re both new to the modern era, well you on earth- so I thought that, maybe we can try these foods together? I got a list from Tony and-”

“That would be wondrous shield brother Steven. To try the cuisine of midgard is one of my favorite joys, if they are as any good as those poptarts my friend Darcy introduced me to, we shall have a glorious feast” Thor said, which made Steve sigh in relief, he didn’t want to have made Thor upset (because Thor could crush him with his muscles, his really strong- stop thinking Steve!) Steve gave an awkward smile and moved onto Bruce.

“So Natasha said you enjoyed tea, so I got some from my travels, uh- I hope you like it, if you don’t then I can get you something else-”

“It’s great Steve, thank you,”

Steve sighed in relief, if the team didn’t like him, if they were going to hate him because of his sickness, then how exactly could he lead? He got off on a bad foot in the helicarrier, and things were so different now, and there are now words that were okay back then but, not now, he was being very careful to ensure he didn't offend anybody.

He saved Natasha’s gift for last. He handed it to her kind of sheepishly. Natasha opened it gingerly, and he could see an expression of surprise on her face, before she quickly schooled it to a neutral expression.

“Thank you Steve,” she eventually said.

“Hold it up Natasha! I can’t exactly see it from here,” Tony demanded. Natasha held up her flag, and showed it to the group.

“Wow Cap, you got Itsy Bitsy here a lesbian pride flag, way more progressive than I thought you’d be, I probably owe a bet to someone-” Tony said, sounding pleased.

“A lesbian…? I’m sorry that’s not a term I’m familiar with? I noticed she had a tiny one in a potted plant on her desk, is Natasha from Lebanon, I thought she was Russian? or was that a cover?” Steve said, with an expression of confusion.

“Oh- okay then well…” Tony said. The entire room felt like it dropped several degrees. “Well,” Tony said, “A lesbian is a term for a woman who loves women, the flag identifies them-”

“Oh! I’m so sorry Natasha!” Steve said hurriedly, thinking exactly how the nazis identified it, the whole room tensed, “I didn’t realize I’d give you a modern pink triangle equivalent, I had NO idea, I’m so sorry Natasha-”

“Oh no-” Bruce said “It’s a pride flag, it's something that lesbians like- they use it to show pride, it’s not something that is used to hurt people”

“Wait, So no one will hurt Natasha right? Not that anyone can, but this is a thing in the future, that Natasha won’t be hurt?” Steve said.

“No Steve. There’s laws against that now, you actually get prosecuted if you break them,” Natasha said, “I promise you Steve, I’ll be okay.”

“Wait what about the bible, I remember that it’s a sin under god right?” Steve said frantically, remembering the preacher's sermon, dead Robert, and the threat of hell he feared ever since he discovered he was attracted to Bucky, “I support your lifestyle Natasha, but I can’t, I don’t”

“Captain Steven if I may- there’s a website that goes over it, it’s like an online pamphlet or book, it goes over the bible, it gives evidence that the bible isn’t actually against homosexuality, I’ll pull it up for you tonight if you wish” Jarvis said, difusing all of the tension inside of Steve’s shoulders,

“So I won’t get sent to hell for my proclivities” Steve said, worriedly, trusting his team with something he’d hidden for so long.

“No Steve, it’s okay-” Bruce said, hand on his shoulder, “I promise Steve, there’s nothing wrong with you”

And somehow, that was okay, he was okay, even with Tony interrupting “So I’ve got a chance to tap that ass,” whatever that meant.

#stucky #starker #future-starker #LGBTQ+#Gay Steve Rogers #Lesbian Natasha Romanoff #first fic be nice!

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pillowsickfics · 4 years

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Here is the first fic with Cole and Jordan! I’m actually really excited to develop their relationship! This was like.. the longest fic I’ve ever written. They are really cute, and Cole is a little flustered boy! I hope you guys enjoy this, and have fun reading!

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“Come on guys! His band is about to start playing!” Olivia said, ushering her friends out of the car. It wasn’t everyday her brother’s band booked a show in a local busy restaurant. And Olivia was excited when Lily agreed to come with her.

She wasn’t expecting Lily to bring a friend. She supposed that Lily didn’t know it was a girl’s night, so she wasn’t too upset. Plus, she was getting along really well with Lily’s friend!

“Oo! I’m excited.. this place looks so nice!” Cole said, getting out of the car and adjusting his sweater. He helped Lily out, and they collectively entered the building and took their seats.

The restaurant was open and dim, and had ivy on the walls, and there was a big open space for the band. It was gorgeous, and Cole was beyond excited.

They ordered some drinks, buffalo wings, and watched as the speakers and instruments on the stage were being set up.

“So.. how are things going with Dylann?” Olivia asked, sipping her water.

Lily smiled a little, and her eyes instantly became dreamy. “Lovely.. he’s so perfect.. He took me to the beach yesterday.. it was so romantic..”

“Aww! You two are adorable!” Olivia squealed, grabbing Lily’s hand.

“Well what about you? You and Julie are precious!” She smiled at Olivia, but her attention was drawn to the stage when the band started shuffling onto the stage.

Cole attention was also drawn to the stage, but for a far different reason. God, the bass player was hot.

“Man.. the bass player is fine.” He mumbled, half to himself.

“You think so?” Olivia asked, laughing a bit.

Cole just nodded and continued watching his eye candy as the song progressed. He admired the way his hands moved, the way his arms and wrist tensed, and his focused yet relaxed expression. He watched him until their songs were over, and caught his eye for a split second as the band headed off the stage.

“Cole?” Lily snapped her fingers in front of his face.

He snapped out of it, and looked at her. “Hm?”

“You were staring.. you really liked that bass player?” She asked, smiling because things were about to get much more interesting.

Cole didn’t even get enough time to respond when he saw the bass player walking towards the table. Olivia had a silent eye contact conversation with Lily, and got up to greet her brother.

“Jordan!! You were so good!! Everyone loved you!” She hugged him quickly, and brought him over to their table. “Let me introduce you to my friends! This is Lily, and this is Cole!”

Jordan smiled awkwardly at them, and waved. “Nice to meet you.. I’m Jordan..”

Cole sipped his beer, trying to keep his composure. The cute boy was right there, and apparently he was Olivia’s brother?

“Nice to meet you too!” Lily chimed in, and had another quick wordless conversation with Olivia.

“I need to use the restroom.. want to come with, Lily?” Olivia asked, eyeing Jordan and Cole.

Lily nodded and and left with Olivia, giggling as they walked away. Cole realized their plan all too late when Jordan took a seat right in front of him.

“Those two are totally not suspicious..” He said, laughing slightly as he picked up the drink Olivia bought for him, and sipped it.

“Yeah.. uh.. you know them.. I swear, they have their own secret language..” Cole replied. “I also wanted to say I really liked your show.. you guys were really good..” He smiled nervously.

“Awe, thank you! We haven’t booked a show in a while, so this was a nice refreshing change. The crowd was so nice, and it was really fun! Plus, when Via agreed to come, it was a lot more exciting because having your twin sister in the room is always nice.” He said, starting to ramble a little.

Cole listened intently, watching the way Jordan talked and moved his hands and tilted his head. God, he was attractive. He felt hypnotized, like he couldn’t stop staring for the life of him.

He finally looked away long enough to reach over the table and grab a carrot from the buffalo wing plate, but he suddenly watched his life flash before his eyes when he bumped a glass of beer and it teetered for a few seconds before tipping all over in Jordan’s lap before Cole could stop it.

Jordan gasped a little, and quickly picked the cup up before it could spill more, but unfortunately, his pants and shirt were soaked completely.

Cole has just sat there, stunned for a few moments before coming to his senses. His face quickly went red.

“I am SO sorry.. I didn’t mean— I didn’t see the cup.. I’m so sorry!” He said, frantically grabbing a fistful of napkins and handing them to Jordan, and grabbed some more to clean the table.

“It’s okay.. really. I’m not mad..” Jordan smiled and began drying off his legs.

Cole was mortified. He wanted to crawl into a hole and die. He just spilled a beer all over the cute boy, and he had the audacity to be so nice about it.

Olivia and Lily came walking back a few minutes later, and looks at the mess on the table.

“What the heck happened?” Olivia asked, noting her brother’s soaked jeans.

“Oh, something just spilled. It’s fine..” He replied, finishing patting his legs as dry as he could get them.

“Well.. maybe we should all head home.. It’s getting late.. I’ll go with you, and Cole can go with Lily, yeah?” Olivia asked.

Everyone seemed to agree to the arrangement, and exchanged quick goodbyes before getting to their respective cars.

Olivia got into the passenger seat of her brother’s car, and they began driving.

“You know he likes you, right?” She said after a few moments of silence.

“Huh?”

“Cole. He was totally into you.”

“.....What?”

“Oh my god your clueless..” She laughed, “He has a crush on you!”

Jordan took a few moments, then finally realized. Oh. He went impossibly red, because while people had had a crush on him before, it just felt.. different with Cole. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t caught himself checking Cole out on several occasions.

“I am totally going to set you up with him, you two are so cute!” She said, smiling at her brother.

Jordan contemplated for a few moments, but decided that he’d give it a shot. Cole was really cute, even if he did spill liquor all over him, and it wouldn’t hurt to give it a chance.

“Yeah.. yeah okay.. I’m okay with that..”

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thirstygirlclub · 5 years

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Duchess - 14

Chapter 14 - Welcome Home

(This is just a whole chapter of Catherine and Happy being cute besties and Happy trying and failing to hint that he likes her. Enjoy)

“Come on Mr Chibs!” I shouted up the stairs, “We’re gonna miss him!”

Mr Lowman was coming home today after a week and a half of being in hospital. I had asked Mr Chibs if we could have a party for him but he told me I’d need to talk to Mr Morrow for some reason. I hadn’t been happy about that but I decided that I just needed to be a grown up and do it but luckily he had agreed because all of his friends like parties. I hadn’t been to a good party in ages so I was literally so happy. Mr Lowman was going to love it.

“We’re not!” Mr Chibs laughed as he came down to meet me, “I’m looking for my lighter. They’ve grown fucking legs or something, I can’t find any anywhere. You seen any?”

I shrugged and shook my head. But I knew exactly where they were: at the bottom of the bag Mr Lowman had brought my clothes in underneath all of my stuff. I couldn’t help stealing them whenever I saw one out. With them were loads of matchbooks that they handed out at the club.

“I’ll have to buy some on the way. Come on.”

“Do I look nice?” I asked and gestured to the dress I had bought just for today, “Will he think I look pretty?”

“I’m sure he will,” Mr Chibs smiled at me, “is your boy going to be ok on his own?”

I nodded. Romeo was a really good boy and was probably just going to sleep while we were out but I would have to come back to let him out and stuff in a few hours. I had wanted to bring him with us but apparently Mr Morrow didn’t like dogs that much and there would be drunk people around that might hurt him. That was really sad but I understood.

Mrs Chibs was going to drive us there as long as I drove us back because they were both going to be drunk. That was fine, I had missed driving. Mr Lowman’s mom was also going to be there for a few hours and I was really excited because I really liked her. I had checked in on her and his aunt a few times to make sure they were ok and Mrs Chibs gave me food to take for them when I did. It was really nice and I think his mom liked me too. At least she acted like she did anyway.

At the bar in the garage all of his friends were gathering and Mrs Morrow was telling Mr Juice and Jax to put up the “Welcome Home Happy” banner that me, Ellie, Kenny and Abel had made (I did the writing and they put the glitter and decorations on) over the door until it was straight while Mr Opie tied the balloons in neat bunches. I helped Mrs Chibs unload all of the food and take it inside, playfully slapping Mr Tig away when he tried to steal the cakes, and put it on the table.

“Everyone outside!” Mrs Morrow shouted, “They’re nearly here!”

I hurriedly unwrapped the food and threw away the foil, arranged the plastic cutlery into cups and put all the napkins out. Mr Kozik shouted for me to join them all outside. As I hurried out, almost tripping on my heels, I saw the car coming through the gates with Mr Lowman, his mom and aunt inside. Mr Kozik put his arm around my shoulders and shook me slightly because he knew I was really excited for Mr Lowman to come home. Then, when they all got out of the car, Mr Lowman looked kind of annoyed at first then his eyes widened when he saw everyone and finally smiled.

I wanted to run and hug him but I think it would have been embarrassing for him if I did that in front of all of his friends. He went to all of his friends, laughing and smiling and hugging everyone; he looked happy. Mr Kozik let go of me to hug Mr Lowman and pat his back then it was my turn. He stood in front of me, smiling slightly.

“This your idea?” Mr Lowman asked me.

“Yep!”

He laughed quietly and held his arms open for me to walk into them. I wrapped my arms around his waist, gently because I didn’t want to hurt him, and put my head on his chest then closing my eyes. I was happy he was out of the hospital because it meant that he was getting better. Mr Lowman touched my carefully styled hair and rested his cheek on the top of my head. He was so cute.

“Come inside,” I said and turned my head up to look at him, he was pretty, “we’ve got food and stuff. And I’m gonna play some party games with the kids but you don’t have to join in if you don’t want too.”

Before he said anything though, I heard Ellie shouting my name then felt some tugging on my dress. When I looked around I saw her stood beside me and jumping.

“Come on Cat!” She exclaimed, “Can we play musical chairs now?! Jax and Dad are gonna join in. Tig too!”

“Sure! I’ll see you in there, ok?”

She nodded and ran away; dragging her brother inside to where I could see Mrs Morrow arranging some chairs into a small circle. I took Mr Lowman’s hand and took him inside too and settled him on a chair and told him that when he needed something to let me know. I didn’t want him to do anything that might hurt him.

“Do not move.” I ordered him, shaking my finger at him sternly, “I’m gonna be right over there and if I’m busy then tell Mr Kozik when you need something.”

“Yes Ma’am,” Mr Lowman smiled with a single nod.

Happy with his answer, I turned and skipped over to where the musical chairs was being set up for the kids and the other adults that wanted to play. It was fun, especially because the other grown-ups were obviously genuinely enjoying themselves too. Mr Opie and Jax waited until we had sat before fighting over the last chair, then Mr Tig was out, then Mr Juice and me until it was just the kids playing. They were laughing and shouting and just having fun. I had brought loads of little candies and chocolates and small toys for the kids that won the games. Ellie was the first winner of the games so I let her choose a prize first but because I was way too soft on kids I let the others have a little candy each as well. Mr Juice then came and started to beg me for a lollipop and I tried to refuse but he had the cutest puppy dog eyes I had ever seen and it was really hard.

“Please,” he begged with his hand outstretched, “Cat, please.”

“No,” I said, turning away from him and holding the bag to my chest, “they’re for the kids.”

“But I played too! Come on Cat!”

He ducked into my line of vision again and reached for the bag but I spun in another circle and laughed when he grabbed my arms. Then he crossed his arms over my chest so he was kind of hugging me while trying to get the bag away from me. Mr Juice’s chin was on my shoulder as he tried to grab at the candy and I was giggling because I was really ticklish. The kids were watching me try and fight him off and laughing hysterically while cheering for me to keep the candy safe but none of them tried to help me, the traitors.

Suddenly, the bag was snatched out of my arms from above and I looked up with wide eyes. Mr Lowman was stood in front of us and holding the paper bag above our heads. I was about to tell him off when I saw that he looked really mad but I didn’t know what I had done to make him that way. Mr Juice still had his arms around me and I had stumbled back into his chest in shock.

“Here,” Mr Lowman said gruffly and handed Mr Juice a red lollipop.

I blinked up at him as Mr Juice slowly took the candy out of Mr Lowman’s hand and let go of me. He didn’t say anything as he backed away. When he looked back down at me, Mr Lowman looked like he was trying not to look so angry.

“He wasn’t hurting me,” I said quietly and shaking my head, “but you need to sit down.”

I put my hands on my hips and glared up at him. Then he smiled again and stepped back to go back to his seat, rooting through the stolen candy as he did. I shouted after him and followed him quickly while trying to get it off of him but now it was my turn to try and get it away from him but he was so much taller than me so he just had to hold it up in the air and I couldn’t reach it.

“This isn’t fair,” I whined at him, “I arranged the party just for you and you’ve just stolen all the prizes.”

Mr Lowman just laughed and sat down.

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Later on, once all the children and Mrs Lowman had gone home, the party started getting rowdier. I had tried to tell Mr Lowman to go home but he refused and told me he would be fine but I was really worried that he would pull his stitches or do something to hurt himself. I just told him that as long as he stayed sat down I wouldn’t be angry so it was my job to get him drinks and stuff but when I was sat next to him he would put his arm around the back of my chair with his hand on my upper arm and every time I went to stand and get him another drink he would wrap his hand around my arm to stop me from moving.

“Cat!” I heard Jack shout from across the room and I waved quickly at him and Aaron.

“Are you gonna let me stand up and meet my brother?” I asked Mr Lowman with what I hoped was a kind smile.

He narrowed his eyes playfully and let go of me so I could stand and skip over to Jack. I hugged him tightly then moved over to Aaron. I had met him a few times over the time Mr Lowman was in the hospital and I really liked him. He was just as tall as Jack, but I think all teenage boys are really tall, and really skinny too.

“Hey Cat, how are you?” Aaron asked with a small laugh.

“I’m good! Did you boys both get your homework done before you came?”

“We did.”

“Are you ready to meet Mr Lowman? He looks scary but he’s actually really, really nice and a good listener too.”

“Is he the bald guy? With tattoos?”

“Uh huh.” I nodded happily.

Aaron gulped and stood up straighter; pulling at his nice shirt and smoothing it out. I laughed at how silly he was being. Didn’t he hear me when I said Mr Lowman was nice? I looped my arm through his and the other through Jack’s and led them over to the table where all of my friends were sat. Mr Lowman eyed Aaron suspiciously before he stood up stiffly although I tried to argue that he needed to sit down. He stood almost nose to nose with Aaron but tilted his head up so he was looking down his nose at him. What was happening?

“Nice to meet you s-sir,” Aaron stuttered and I giggled at him.

“Are you gonna look after this kid?” Mr Lowman asked.

“Am I- What?”

“Are you gonna look after Jack?” Mr Lowman prodded Aaron hard in the shoulder, “’Cause if you hurt him you’re gonna have the whole of SAMCRO on your back. Get it?”

“Yes sir.”

Aaron said it seriously and nodded his head once. Then, apparently pleased with his answer, Mr Lowman held out his hand to shake the teenager’s. Me and Jack watched this entire conversation silently and in shock then we looked at each other with what I guessed was the same expression of surprise. Where had that come from? Mr Lowman was acting like Jack’s older brother or something and I think it was really sweet. I would have no chance in threatening Aaron because I literally came up to his knee and couldn’t scare anyone if I tried.

“Sit down,” Mr Lowman said and pointed to the empty seats then took my wrist and gently led me to my chair.

I smiled up at him; genuinely happy with what he did for Jack because he didn’t need too. He looked back at me and nodded slightly like he knew it meant a lot to me.

“It’s ok,” he said with a smile.

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Mr and Mrs Chibs were drunk and it was literally the funniest thing I had ever seen. Mrs Chibs kept trying to get Mr Chibs up to dance but he really didn’t want to and I think he was doing my trick of making himself heavier and leaning back on the chairs. He had a whole bottle of whiskey to himself and hadn’t let go of it since he had started drinking and Mrs Chibs had literally drank two bottles of wine. I didn’t know how they weren’t passed out or even dead by now.

“Come on Kitty Cat!” Mrs Chibs sang and turned to me, “Come and dance with me, please! Hap, tell Cat she needs to come and dance with us!”

Mr Lowman laughed and turned to look down at me, nudged my leg with his and nodded towards all the other dancing people. I made sure he was going to be fine and told Jack and Aaron to watch him and help him if he needed anything since they were the only other people that weren’t drunk in the entire building before I stood up and let Mrs Chibs drag me over to the dancefloor. I loved dancing so much and since I had been practising with Bambi I thought this would be the best time to practise. Sometimes, some guys would try and come and dance with us but I would wave them away like I used to at parties in LA.

Then I felt someone come and grab my shoulders. I was about to push the person off when I saw that it was Mr Kozik. He was grinning down at me while he took my hands and started dancing with me. Mrs Chibs was off dancing on her own with a glass of wine then joined Mr Tig. Mr Kozik started slow dancing with me even though rock music was playing and I literally couldn’t stop laughing.

“Hap wants to take you out,” he said, bending his head down so I could hear what he was saying, “since you saved his life. Go out with him.”

“Pshh!” I scoffed although I could feel my cheeks going red, “That was nothing. I’ll always save him, you know? He’s my bestest friend.”

“Bestest, huh?”

“Bestest bestest friend.”

Mr Kozik laughed and spun me around under his arm.

We danced for ages, sometimes I was alone other times one of Mr Lowman’s friends would come and dance with me and one time even Jack came up. Then the party was quieting down and people were starting to pass out. Mr Chibs was sleeping on a couch with Mrs Chibs lying on top of him; Mr Tig had flopped over the bar while sat on a stool and Mr Juice was asleep on a table. Me, Jack and Aaron were some of the last people dancing then when I looked around I saw Mr Lowman standing up.

“Time to go home?” I asked him across the now quieter bar.

“Yeah,” he breathed.

I nodded and went over to Mr and Mrs Chibs and crouched down next to them.

“Daddy,” I whispered, shaking his shoulder, “I need your car keys to take Jack and Mr Lowman home. Are you coming?”

He grumbled like old men do and tried to get into his pocket but he was too drunk. He gestured to me to do it for him. I felt like I was stealing from him but he seemed fine with it. When I stood I saw all three guys lined up waiting for me like I was their mom or something. It was funny and weird at the same time. I pointed to the door and we stepped over the collapsed people on the floor towards Mrs Chibs’ car. Jack was about to go shotgun but I sent him to sit in the back because Mr Lowman was here and it was adults in the front, kids in the back.

Jack and Aaron chatted happily like they had been all night and in the rear view mirror I could see them sat with their arms around each other and holding hands and it made me smile so much. I was glad that Jack was finally happy. I know we weren’t allowed boyfriends but I guess since Daddy was gone now that didn’t matter anymore.

When they were let out, Aaron shook Mr Lowman’s hand and thanked us for inviting them to the party before they walked into the big house together.

“He’s a good kid,” Mr Lowman said and gestured kind of drunkenly to the two boys, “I like him.”

“I like him too,” I nodded then waited for the front door to close before driving off, “I think he’s going to be really good for Jack. They met in math class, how cute it that? You mind if we see Romeo before I take you home? I think he’s fine but just to make sure.”

“Sure.”

I thought he would wait in the car while I double checked but when I parked in the driveway he wobbled out of the passenger side. He made me laugh.

“You wanna come in and see Romeo too?” I laughed, “Ok.”

Mr Lowman waited for me to unlock the door and as soon as it opened walked in to see Romeo stood on the sofa bed and wagging his tail. Then Mr Lowman made a sound I had never heard him make before; he was… giggling in his own way I think. His voice was really deep but it was still a giggle.

“Hello tiny dog,” he laughed

Romeo was wiggling like he did all the time when he was overexcited and stood on his back paws with his front ones on Mr Lowman’s leg until he was picked up. Mr Lowman held Romeo over his head like Simba and wrinkled his nose at him. I didn’t understand how this giant scary man could be so adorable.

“So small…” Mr Lowman whispered as he looked up and shook Romeo gently.

“Mr Lowman?”

He glanced at me then pulled Romeo down so he was now cuddling him to his chest. So cute. He looked like I had caught him doing something bad but I didn’t mind I was just surprised.

“Don’t you want to go home? Your mom has missed you.”

“I missed you.”

I felt my eyes go wide again. He was just full of surprises when he was drunk and on pain medication.

“Oh… Ok. So you’re staying?”

He nodded and sat on the edge of my sofa bed with Romeo and kind of looked like he was waiting for something. I wasn’t sure what to do; normally I changed downstairs when Mr and Mrs Chibs were in bed.

“I’m gonna go change.” I told him, “Can you take Romeo outside to go pee?”

He hummed and stood then walked away to the back door while I slipped off my tall shoes and went upstairs. My feet felt so much better when I had taken my shoes off; I hadn’t even realised they had been hurting that badly. Then, midway through taking my makeup off and doing my skincare I heard Mr Lowman come in. I looked at him in the mirror while I had soapy face wash all over my face and going in my eyes; making me close one eye and squint the other.

“You ok?” I asked, spitting soap out of my mouth.

Mr Lowman just smiled and sat down on the closed toilet lid with Romeo following closely behind him.

“What’s that?” He asked and pointed at my face.

“Face wash.”

He hummed again and nodded then just kind of watched me wash my face. I explained all the different steps to him as I did them which he didn’t really look like he understood but listened anyway; he seemed interested though and picked up some of the bottles to look at them.

“What are you gonna sleep in?” I asked as I dried my face and eyed his jeans sceptically.

“I got some stuff here,” he shrugged, “in the linen closet.”

I nodded. I had wondered why there were clothes in there when I was putting laundry away. I just thought maybe Mr Chibs didn’t have any room for his clothes in their closet or something. I shuffled around trying to get things ready for him to sleep on the sofa bed and some extra blankets or whatever he might need.

It felt weirdly normal; like we had been doing this forever.

When he appeared downstairs and I was curled up in bed I was glad that it was dark though because he wasn’t wearing a shirt and I don’t know why but I was surprised about how hot he was. I know I had seen him before but I don’t think about him like that really but when I saw him it felt different.

“You awake?” Mr Lowman asked quietly but I didn’t answer; I wasn’t sure I could stop my voice from being all embarrassing and squeaky.

When I didn’t reply he grunted. I felt him climb into bed behind me and then he sighed heavily; fidgeting around then staying still. It was like he knew that I loved having my hair played with because he started running his hand through it and massaging my scalp. With him doing that and my eyes being closed I fell asleep quickly. I missed this.

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Happy/3rd Person POV

Happy had never felt anger like he had when Juice had his arms around Catherine, making her laugh like he had never seen her laugh before and being so close to her. She wasn’t his girl, not really, but he was more possessive of her than he should be. Then, when Kozik danced with her, he knew he had a problem. The way she had looked up at him, with soft eyes and a gentle smile on her lips, and with her hand in his then looped around the other man’s neck had made jealousy build up in Happy’s stomach. He wasn’t a jealous guy usually but then again he had never felt like he felt about Catherine before. Girls were just girls before Catherine.

“Mr Lowman?” Catherine whispered with her voice thick with sleep.

Happy hummed quietly in answer but she didn’t say anything either. In the dark, Happy felt her moving and turning over so she was probably facing him. She felt across the mattress under the blankets until she found him. Happy couldn’t help smiling at how clumsy she was in the dark as she found his hand to then put on her head.

“More of this,” she yawned then added, “please.”

He laughed quietly and happily continued to stroke through her hair. But he kept thinking back to what Kozik told him in the hospital, and what he would tell him every time he visited. ‘Take her out, she saved your life.’

“You like… food?” He asked with a cough.

“What kind of food?”

Fuck this was awkward, he thought to himself, how did people do this all the time?

“I don’t-”

“I like pancakes,” Catherine interrupted him sleepily, “and like… breakfast food. I never had pancakes and stuff much when I was a kid because-” she yawned, “-Mom didn’t want me to get fat.”

“That’s shit.”

She hummed in agreement and he felt her nod under his hand.

“Come for pancakes tomorrow.”

Happy didn’t mean for it to sound as demanding as it was. He wanted to sound kind and soft, like how he had heard the other guys talk to girls they wanted but he had never tried it before. Whenever he wanted to get a girl into bed all he had to do was look at them, maybe tell them what he wanted, and they would comply because all the girls wanted to say they had fucked the Tacoma Killer. But Catherine didn’t know he was the Tacoma Killer. She didn’t know who he was and it wasn’t the reason that she liked him and wanted to know him. She just liked him for… him.

“Sure,” Catherine shrugged, “Ok. I’ve got money.”

“No. I’m paying. I don’t care if you get fat.”

“I’m already kinda chubby,” she laughed, “more won’t hurt.”

Happy scoffed. She was many things but chubby was not one of them and he couldn’t help wondering if her mom had called her fat much when she was a kid. He knew Catherine was a pageant girl and that the parents from those things were crazy and if he ever met one he would be terrified of them. Did she feel insecure about how she looked because of that? Probably not if she wanted to be a stripper.

“Look,” Catherine chuckled and took his hand off of her head and put it on her stomach, “squishy.” Then she put her hand on his and pressing slightly with her palm but being obviously careful not to go near his wound, “Not squishy.”

He ignored the fact that when she had moved his hand she had accidentally made him brush against her chest. And he ignored the fact that her skin was so soft against his rough hand. And he ignored that he could feel the waistband of her shorts under his little finger which made him think of what was lower than that. He set his jaw and clenched his teeth and resisted every urge that told him to just kiss her and fuck her like he had wanted too basically since he had first seen her, before he knew who she was and what she was like; before he loved her.

“When we go to the gym,” she carried on as if just touching her stomach wasn’t turning him on beyond belief, “you’ll have to show me how to get a belly like yours.”

All Happy could do was nod and hope she knew somehow.

“Then I can eat, like, all the pancakes and breakfast food I want and not get fat.”

“Sure.”

“And then when I dance I can make loads of money because I’ll have an amazing belly and men will love me.”

“When you starting?” Happy asked, trying not to sound too excited/over-eager.

“Not tomorrow, the day after. Madame won’t let me put it off anymore so I said since you’re not in hospital anymore I can start now. You know? Do you think you’d be ok enough to come?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m gonna go back to sleep now. Ok?”

“Ok.”

She hadn’t told him to move his hand or to stop touching her so he didn’t. In fact, he felt braver and drew his hand gently up her stomach to her side; tracing his fingers over her soft skin and slightly under her thin tank top where he could feel the bottom of her ribcage. He felt like he’d never touched anyone like that before. It was like he was a teenager again; nervous and clumsy and curious. And she had no idea. She sighed softly and shuffled under his hand so she was ever so slightly closer to him. There was

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Catherine POV

Mr Lowman was really beautiful when he was asleep. I mean, he was beautiful anyway, but when he was asleep he didn’t look so serious or angry and he snored a little bit which was kind of cute. He had his arms kind of wrapped around his pillow like he was hugging it. So big and scary and cute. I didn’t get it.

When he was asleep I could look at his tattoos properly. My favourites were the little smilies on his stomach. I counted them in my head. 13 was a weird number; personally I would have had like, an even number. Some of them were darker than other ones and there was one that looked all gross and bumpy. I hadn’t even seen them when I was doing his stitches but I was kind of not paying attention to what he looked like then and more thinking about stopping him from dying.

“I’m hungry,” Mr Lowman said in an even raspier voice than he usually had.

I moved my eyes from his stomach to his face quickly. My cheeks suddenly went really hot but he didn’t look like he noticed I was basically just checking him out.

“Ok,” my voice came out in a whisper, “I’ll make you some food… I can’t cook but-”

“Pancakes, remember? Get dressed.”

He sat up slowly; using the back of the couch to sit up properly.

“You’re so bossy in the mornings,” I laughed and swung my legs over the side of the bed to stand up, “who would have guessed?”

When I turned around to make the bed I saw Mr Lowman already starting to make his side. I smiled at him then blushed when he winked at me. I liked that he was tidy as well. I went to get changed upstairs like I had last night while he dressed downstairs but, like he had last night, Mr Lowman came up to watch me wash my face and put makeup on. He sat where he did the night before in silence; just watching in interest.

“You wanna try?” I asked and showed him my exfoliator.

He closed his eyes and tilted his face up to me. I chuckled quietly and wet my wash cloth to start doing his face. I wasn’t really sure how far up to go because he had no hair. I knew to stop when I reached my hairline but Mr Lowman…

“You see,” I told him as I massaged the face wash onto his skin, “Mr Lowman, and don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re not a young man anymore and you really need to start looking after your skin.” He tutted and lightly tapped my leg with the back of his hand, “Besides, you work with cars and stuff which are really dirty and that can do so much damage you have no idea. All the fumes can get in your skin and give you these really big blackheads.”

He nodded as I washed the soap off and picked up the exfoliator.

“You really need to exfoliate more. You have a face like a lizard.”

“You just gonna insult me all morning?” He asked with a small, one-sided smile.

“I have a lizard face too! But I use this so it doesn’t look like it.” I scrubbed over his cheeks in small circles with both hands then over his nose, “A few more rounds of skincare and you’ll be all polished and beautiful!”

Once I had washed all the stuff off his face, put the toner on, then started with the moisturiser. He looked relaxed and happy while I did, kind of like how Romeo looked when he was getting ear scratches. He hand his hands on my hips; holding me in the gap between his knees. His hands were massive and warm.

“There!” I said and gently tapped his cheeks with my hands, “All finished. How do you feel?”

Mr Lowman opened his eyes to look up at me. His eyes flickered over my face before he smiled.

“Clean.” He told me.

I nodded happily.

I had offered to drive us to the diner for our breakfast, since I had Mr Chibs’ keys and everything, but Mr Lowman wanted to take Romeo for a walk as long as we went slowly. We actually ended up going to his house too and picking up Scrap since he was probably “climbing the walls” as Mr Lowman had said. Romeo and Scrap were best friends too and it was literally the cutest thing in the world. It was funny seeing how different they were even down to their leashes. Romeo had a little grey rope and Scrap had a big heavy chain. I loved it.

The sun felt nice. It had been sort of grey the past couple of days but now it was all sunny and crisp and nice. The diner that Mr Lowman took me too had a cute little outside area around the back that over looked the empty fields around the town. It was really nice. I was sent to sit down while Mr Lowman went and got the drinks and stuff.

“Pancakes,” he said and pointed at me then at himself, “pancakes and… sausages,” he pointed at Scrap, then Romeo, “and sausages.”

I laughed and took the heavy leash from Mr Lowman to take both babies around the back. I found a cute little table right in the corner and on the edge so I could see all over the edge of town. I could even see Daddy’s building site and the car that was still there. Daddy was still there. I was just about to get up and move so I wouldn’t have to look at it when a tray was put in front of me with an orange juice, a big bowl of water and a coffee cup.

“You ok?” Mr Lowman asked as he caught me halfway to standing up.

“Yeah just… getting comfy.”

I looked hesitantly at the building site and he followed my gaze before turning his head quickly back to the table before sitting down. I put the dog bowl on the floor for the puppies.

When the food came I had to restrain myself from eating it all quickly and not having time to enjoy it. There was syrup and butter and everything that I was never allowed to eat. Then, while I was cutting up my pancakes, Mr Lowman was cutting up the sausages for the dogs who were hovering around like sharks while he blew on the food to cool it off.

“Do you have kids?” I asked him and tilted my head to the side as I watched him preparing the food for them.

He squinted at me like he was thinking then shook his head. I think the fact that he had to think about it was quite worrying. How many girls had he slept with?

“Have you ever been in love?”

He froze and I immediately got excited; bouncing in my seat and clapping. That means he has. When I shuffled my chair closer to him he smiled and I for sure saw a blush on his cheeks before he ducked his face away from me.

“Tell me everything. Who was she? What was she like?”

Mr Lowman winced when he put the plates on the floor for Scrap and Romeo as I started eating. I kept looking at him with wide eyes to encourage him to talk more. He never told me anything about himself and I didn’t know much about him so this was the first thing he had ever admitted.

“She was…” he chewed thoughtfully, “soft.”

I scoffed and sat back in my seat with my arms folded, rolling my eyes. What on earth was that supposed to mean? She used good moisturiser? That’s not a reason to love someone. I scowled at him. I had genuinely thought I was going to find out something about him.

“Just everything about her,” he shrugged and laughed at my reaction, “she was just soft.”

“What happened?”

He looked kind of sad for a minute and I was starting to think that maybe she had died or something, or cheated on him.

“I’m not soft.”

“So you never even asked her out?”

“She was too-”

“If you tell me she was too good for you I’m gonna come over there and choke you with your own pancakes.”

Mr Lowman spluttered out a surprised laugh and looked at me with now happier eyes. I tried to keep a straight and serious face but he was so cute that I couldn’t stop my lips from curling up into a smile.

“What?!” He laughed.

“You’re a good man,” I told him, tapping the table with my palm after every word then folding my arms again, “ok? And don’t you dare tell me I’m wrong! There’s way too many people that would agree with me. I know your mom would agree, and all your friends, and Jack and… everyone. I mean… you’ve done nothing but help me literally since we met, you know? You’re just always there when I need you.”

His face went serious again and he avoided looking at me. I leant forwards to try and catch his eye again, silently asking what was wrong.

“Not always,” he mumbled.

“Yes always!”

“At your house… with your uncle- Catherine-” he looked up at me with the worst expression on his face, not like serious or blank like he normally was but he looked sad and in pain and it was the worst thing in the world, “I wasn’t there.”

I shook my head and put my hand over his on the table. I frowned at him, still shaking my head. He was there though. He was the one that called his friends to come and help me. If he wasn’t there that day then I would have been really hurt. Was that why he went to get my stuff? Did he feel guilty about it?

“Happy,” I whispered softly, his real name feeling and sounding weird coming out of my mouth, “no.”

He tugged on my hand gently, his eyes not leaving mine, and I knew exactly what he needed. I stood up and immediately wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling his head to my stomach, and cuddling him close. I wasn’t embarrassed but I wondered if he was because he completely hid his face and turned away from the one other table of people outside. His arms wrapped around me and he held me just as tightly.

“I didn’t even check on you,” he mumbled with his voice muffled in my soft belly, “Chibs had to do it.”

“Yeah, but you were there all night, right? And you made me feel safer than I’ve felt in a real long time. You were there when I needed you and now I was there when you needed me so maybe we’re even now.”

He nodded and loosened his arms; he had had enough cuddling. I pulled back from him slowly, cupped his face in my hands and kissed the top of his head gently before sitting back down on my chair. I hoped he felt better now and wouldn’t do anything stupid again to try and make it up to me when there wasn’t anything to make up for. I understood but I didn’t want to encourage him in anyway.

We finished our breakfast in a comfortable silence while the dogs had finished theirs and started chasing each other around the patio area. If there were more people outside or some kids around I would have made them come and sit but eventually the other people left and they had complete freedom of outside. Romeo was chasing Scrap but because he was small he could go under the tables and chairs and catch him even quicker. It was adorable.

“You ready?” Mr Lowman asked after we had watched them playing for a while.

I nodded and called them over before clipping their leashes back on their collars. I wasn’t sure where we were going but it was nice just walking around for fun. Then, I saw the park where I had spoken to him properly for the first time and I grinned. When I looked up at Mr Lowman I already saw that he was smiling too. He took a tennis ball out of his pocket and shook it in Scrap’s face. Immediately the big dog went into playful mode again; bouncing around on the end of his chain. We let the dog off in the field and they had almost immediately ran off to look for the ball. Mr Lowman winced when he threw it so I took over.

We walked side by side around the park, not really talking but also not feeling the need to either. There was this really cute little duck pond on the middle. It kind of felt a bit like a date although I knew it wasn’t.

“Have you ever been on a date?” I asked him as I picked the ball up from the grass to throw it again.

“Me?” Mr Lowman asked, turning to me with his eyebrows raised.

“No,” I scoffed sarcastically and rolled my eyes, “Scrap.”

“Never.”

“Never?! Mr Lowman?! All those girls and you never took one of them on a date? You’re such a… a… scoundrel!”

He laughed and nudged me with his elbow. He was looking down at me happily and with a raised eyebrow. I shook my head at him in disbelief but laughing too. I really couldn’t believe that a man his age had never had a date ever in his life. It was ridiculous! I mean I know I was 23 and had never had a date before but I had controlling parents that didn’t let me, I had every chance to go on a date with a guy. Mr Lowman didn’t have a controlling dad though.

“I can’t believe you,” I continued, shaking my head then throwing the ball again, “I think Greta would have really liked you.”

“Even if I’m a scoundrel?”

“Especially because you’re a scoundrel. She was always a bad influence on me.”

He laughed again and pointed to a bench as we passed it. I nodded and walked back to it; sitting down with him sitting beside me. He was closer than I thought he meant to be but then he put his good arm over my shoulder, like he did at the party, but stayed looking out at the big duck pond. I looked up at him wide-eyed but said nothing and he didn’t either; just pulled me closer to his side and settled down on the bench with a small sigh.

“I’m happy you’re home, Mr Lowman,” I said, resting my head on his shoulder then putting my arm around him, “I really missed you.”

“I missed you too,” he mumbled and put his cheek on top of my head.

We sat for ages, just watching the dogs play and people watching. It was the best day of my life in a long time because there was nothing dramatic or sad happening, I wasn’t going through anything. For the first time since I arrived in Charming I realised that I was happy. Really, really happy. Realising this I snuggled closer to Mr Lowman and smiled. I was happy because he was with me.

Is anyone else crying?- Sorry it’s short and nothing really happens. I just wanted them to have one good day, you know? They’ve been through a lot; they deserve a cute breakfast date and a walk through the park. Even though Catherine didn’t know it was a date.

What does everyone think? Is Catherine maybe realising she has feelings for him yet? Is she afraid of having feelings for him?

And what do we think of Happy kind of admitting that he loves her? Or him finally admitting that he felt bad for not being there when she was being attacked by Jerry?

Anyway, let me know!

See you in the next one, love from

Doe

xxx

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calummwhatchasay · 5 years

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x² + (3y/2 - √|x|)² = 1 (A.I.)

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Sexiled (Part 2/23) ~ Steve Rogers x Reader College!AU

A/N: Hi my lovelies! Happy weekend! I finally got back to this story and I’m so flippin excited. i really hope you like it! Also I k now that I said I was going to update this and a New mission next but I’m struggling a little bit with a new mission because I can’t decide how I want to structure it. I think you might be getting a very slowburn Peter Parker x reader, but to compensate for that you get all of the Dad!Bucky. But I haven’t quite decided yet so that one is actively being worked on but not quite cooperating. Hopefully I’ll get to share more soon! As always thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! Also I didn’t really edit this so apologies if it’s crap.

Summary: You left something in steve’s room and have to go get it.... (My summaries are shit. I know.)

Characters/Pairings: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, ogling of hot boys, Shirtless!Bucky, awkward!Steve

Word Count: 1240

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When you woke from your post-exam nap it was three in the afternoon. After a long stretch, you started rooting around your room for your ID. You had realized that it was missing when you went to swipe back into the building and it wasn’t in its normal pocket in your bag. You inadvertently reorganized your entire room while you looked for it, but still no luck.

You knew you had it when you came back from the library last night, so you carefully checked the common room.

“The last time I used it was…” you tapped your finger on the table. “At the vending machine.”

You had bought candy as a mini-reward around five in the morning and then you had shoved the card into your back pocket. You rushed back to your room to check the jeans you had changed out of it that morning, but no luck. You groaned when you realized that the ID was probably somewhere in Steve’s bed. Since you didn’t have his phone number you only had once choice.

You felt a bit like you were doing a walk of shame as you took the elevator two floors down and walked towards his room. Hoping he was back from his classes, you bit your lip as you knocked on his door.

“One second.”

The door opened, revealing Steve’s very attractive and very shirtless roommate.

“Hi,” you squeaked out.

“Hi,” he smirked. “Can I help you, doll?”

“Uh, I hope so. I think I might have left my ID in here this morning.”

The brunette looked confused and you realized that he had no idea who you were or why you had been in his room.

“I… uh.. Steve and I have chem together. And we were studying and he made me coffee this morning after an all-nighter. I would have texted Steve but I didn’t have his number and I really need my ID,” you babbled. “I’m y/n.”

A small smile crossed his face as he put two and two together. Steve had texted him about a cute girl saving his ass in chemistry.

“Bucky,” he informed you as he pulled the door open wider. “I was wondering why my mug was used. Come on in, I’ll take a look.”

You let him look around the floor and desk unsuccessfully before mumbling that it was probably in the bed.

“What was that?” he asked as he finally put on a shirt.

“I said it might be inhisbed.”

You rushed through the final bit hoping he wouldn’t make you repeat it.

“Steve is holding out on me,” he muttered under his breath.

Bucky lithely hopped onto the desk and started searching through the bed and you found yourself admiring his ass.

“Got it!” He hopped down and handed it to you. “Here you go.”

You slid it into your wallet.

“Thanks. Sorry for bothering you.”

“Didn’t bother me at all, doll. You know, I was just about to go down to the dining hall for a snack. You hungry?”

“I could eat,” you agreed.

“Let me just go use the bathroom. Make yourself comfortable.”

He left the door open a crack as he walked out. You couldn’t help but look at the sketches that were posted around the room. You were admiring one of the New York skyline when the door swung open; you jumped back, feeling like a snoop.

“Buck, I’m glad you’re home, I gotta tell you about the girl I met last night.”

Steve flushed bright red when he saw you sitting there.

“Y/n, h-h-hey, what are you doing here?”

“I umm kinda lost my ID in your bed. I didn’t have any way to contact you so I figured I’d try my luck and Bucky was here so he found it for me.”

“Where is Bucky now?”

“Bathroom. We were just about to go down to the dining hall. Hungry?”

“Starving. I had back to back labs after the exam.”

“Eww why would you sign up for back to back Friday labs?”

“A friend of mind said labs are easier on Fridays because the TA’s are as over the week as you are.”

It was somewhat sound logic you supposed.

“Were they right?’

“Not really. Although, when I pull all-nighters to finish my labs I have the entire weekend to recover.”

“That is a considerable upside. I put both of mine on Mondays so I would work on my labs over the weekend,” you admitted.

“How’s that working out for you?” You could hear the sarcasm in his tone and your answer was written all over your face.

“Well I dropped my Tuesday 8 AM dance class.”

You were both laughing when Bucky walked back in.

“You got out of lab early.”

“It was an easy one this week,” Steve explained as he tucked his backpack under his desk.

“That’s good. You going to come with us to the dining hall then?”

He glanced at you before grinning.

“Definitely.”

Bucky barely ate anything as the three of you sat in the dining hall chatting.

“Are you sick? Normally you’re inhaling everything in sight,” Steve asked, brow furrowed.

“I’m saving my appetite.”

“For what?”

“I’ve got a date tonight,” Bucky grinned.

“Where you taking her?”

“This little hole in the wall in Little Italy. Tony suggested it to me.”

“Girl must be something special,” Steve hedged and you felt a bit like an intruder.

Bucky’s answering smile was serene and full of hope.

“I think she is. Speaking of which… I should probably go get ready.”

“Have fun.”

“I will. It was nice meeting you, y/n. I hope I see you around.”

“Same here, Bucky.”

“See ya!”

He waved and rushed out of the dining hall, leaving you and Steve alone, awkwardly sitting on the same side of a booth.

“Thanks for saving my butt on the exam today,” he grinned leaning his head in his hand as he turned to look at you.

“Umm, Steve,” you couldn’t help but giggle as he put his elbow directly in a glob of ketchup.

“Wow that was super smooth,” he mentally kicked himself as you handed him some napkins.

Once he had only managed to make the stain larger, he shrugged out of his sweatshirt and tossed it to the other side of the booth. You took a moment to appreciate the way his shirt stretched across his pecs and when he leaned forward again on the newly cleared table you couldn’t help but notice his biceps.

“Like I was saying. I definitely would have left half that exam blank if it weren’t for you helping me last night. So thank you.”

“I should be thanking you. I realized so many things studying with someone else.”

“Maybe we should study together more often then.”

“That would be great,” you agreed quickly.

“So any plans for the rest of the night?” Steve asked as you left the dining hall nearly three hours after arriving. He was so easy to talk to.

“Does ordering Insomnia Cookies and watching old cartoons count as plans?”

“I don’t know. But it sounds like heaven.”

“Do you want to join me?” you asked surprising both of you.

“I don’t want to ruin your night.”

“You wouldn’t,” you promised.

“Well if you’re sure. But cookies are on me.”

“As long as you don’t put your elbow in them,” you teased as you stepped into the elevator.

“You know what, y/n…”

A/N: as;ldkfj Okay, so I truly hope you enjoyed reading this because I loved writing it. and I can’t wait to write more for them. Thank you for reading. As always feedback is appreciated but be kind my lovelies!

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gamerwoo · 6 years

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Can you do that your mutuals with their bias date thing?!!! If not completely understand love you and your writing!

oh jeez ok uh i dont know all of my mutual’s biases and i also have too many mutuals so I’ll just do some of them

@neverknewgrey2016: her first date with Soonyoung would probably be somewhere kinda cliche like dinner and a movie. They’d probably fight over who pays for what, and Star would be like, “okay lets go halfsies” and Soonyoung would throw his card down on the table and insist he’s paying for everything. He’d even get her a slushy and the large popcorn :’)

@dreamjunhui Ry’s first date with Jun would be to a cat cafe. We all know Junhui loves cats, and Ryan’s super soft so it would be a perfect match. Jun would probably try to “talk” to the cats to make them come over so Ryan can play with them, and then Jun would get extra soft watching Ryan play with all the cats

@boomboombitches Habit’s first date with Zuho would be laser tag. Habit insists she can beat Zuho, and he just laughs and is like, “okay, you’re on”. Of course, even if he’s winning at first, he’d let her win just so he doesn’t hurt her pride. She’d brag about it afterwards over the pizza the loser bought, and he would just grin at her and laugh and tell her how great she did

@24caratbebe I know Bella got a few biases but I’m gonna use my boi Kris for her. I think he’d take her to get authentic Chinese food so he can teach her a bit about his culture. He’d chuckle at her if she makes a mess or eats something a little differently than it should be done. He’d probably end up feeding a few things to her because, “babe you’re making a mess” and then he leans over and wipes her face with a napkin

@floodlitesc I think Vernon would take her to a fair/carnival at night, y’know? Like, when the rides are all lit up, and everything smells like kettle corn and cotton candy, and he tries to win her something at one of those games that are usually rigged, so it takes him a few tries. Then he does the cliche thing and takes her on the ferris wheel and holds her hand uwu

@merakiyukhei Felix would probably take her to one of those places where you can like, paint pottery or ceramic things. And they both probably make a huge mess, getting paint on their hands and aprons and faces, but they’re giggling at each other and at themselves because they have no idea what they’re doing but they’re just having fun and talking and getting to know each other better

@ripperoonii I know I’ve already done Jun but just l i s t e n ok. He would take her to the beach but like, at the afternoon when people are kinda starting to leave, and they walk around the pier and stuff, and he buys her ice cream and gets it on her nose just to laugh at her. And then when it gets dark, they go down and walk by the water and hold hands and talk and Jun would try to do a cartwheel and would fall on his butt and get his butt wet and they both just can’t stop laughing

ok I know I have a lot of other mutuals but this is all I can come up with rn I’m very sleepy I’m sorry, maybe I’ll add onto this later

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The Boy Gives Life &... (ep. 12 part 1)

Episode 12: Bon Bon Girl

We see a boy buying candy at the canteen; the students were still arriving at school, since the classes still haven’t started.

- That’s all you’re gonna buy, little guy? – asks the man inside the canteen.

- That’s all, sir, thank you v… - this boy then sees Charlie going to the bathroom; and with that, has an idea; saying to the guy on the canteen – On the other side, I might need one of those napkins, or papers, or whatever it is called…

- Just you pick it up, young man – says the guy from the canteen.

The kid who bought the candy then picks one of the “paper napkins”, and starts to bend it…

Charlie, at the moment he is out of the bathroom, is received by the little guy from before in the canteen; (the one who bought candy moments ago). He had a bon bon in one of his hands and an origami in his other hand, made out of the napkin; it had the shape of a flower.

- Uw uw – Charlie was already impressed with the paper flower, saying then – Gimme and I ‘dobon bon’.

- Wait, what? That eas-I mean, sure, that was exactly what I was gonna ask you – says the origami little guy; approaching Charlie. He then says – I want a human version of this bon bon.

- Ok – Charlie picks the chocolate, and uses his powers; throwing it upwards…

The chocolate starts to get deformed and distorted, and then becomes the bon bon girl… a cute little girl with red dress and long brown hair that reached her kneecaps; she had also red flat shoes and a pink bow on her head…

The little guy who asked Charlie to give her life gets so blown away by her that he doesn’t even notice Charlie picking the origami from his hand, and going away.

- Where am I? – asks the chocolate girl.

The boy who asked for her to exist cleans his throat, and says to her:

- You are in the school Eraldine Marina, sweetie, what is you n…

- Sweetie your ugly nose, man; we are at a school, this is the place to study and think about the future – says the long haired girl, finishing – And I have a name, dude, and it is Simone Oliveira Santos da Silva; and just because I came from a candy does not mean I’m a “sweetie”, got it?

The boy doesn’t know how to react.

- Ah, lucky me I was nearby… - says Shirley, with her French accent as usual. She approached them both – Good morning, girl; in the way I saw you, you’re Charlie’s creation, what is your name?

- Oh my God, you are on top of a cloud! – says the bon bon girl; surprised with Shirley – How do you do that? Also, are you from France?

- Uh?

- I’m sorry, ehh…… my name is Simone Oliveira Santos da Silva, and Charlie, I suppose it’s that boy from far away, right?

- Uhh… yeah, and… - Shirley notices the origami little guy was still close to them both – What are you still doing, boy? Go play, or prepare to class.

- Ah, ok… alright… - he says as he goes away.

- …Ok… ehh… I’m going to need you to come with me, girl – says the little cotton candy lady.

- In your cloud?

- No no, just with me.

- Ah, that’s a relief; I’m afraid of heights…

Simone follows Shirley in the principal’s office direction…

Meanwhile, Charlie was impressed with Rodrigo, who just had done another origami.

- Yeah, little guy, I know how to do some of these – says Rodrigo, the big little guy, giving the origami to Charlie – It’s just a shame that no girl was impressed with that yet…

- There are guys who are impressed by your paper art at least, big guy – Lacinho comments, as a joke, going a little out of Julia’s bag.

- I don’t go to these places, dollface.

- Hey, Charlie… - Sayuri, with a sarcastic smile, crumpled a paper, and after turning it into a ball, shows to the boy who could give life, and says almost laughing – Look at this origami.

- Uw uw! Want it. – Charlie does get impressed.

- Wait, what? Uhh… ok…? You can have it, dude… - says Sayuri, giving the paper ball to him.

- Why can you impress the boys and I can’t impress the girls? – asks Rodrigo, crossing his arms – Not fair…

- Maybe because I’m not trying to do that every time and so desperately…? – the paper ball owner comments sarcastically.

- Ooooooh get burned, dude, didn’t see that coming, heh, big guy? – Lacinho jokes, giving a fist bump with her owner, like they had combined that already.

Rodrigo raises his finger to argue, but doesn’t find arguments; saying then with an awkward smile:

- Well, you got me on this, hehe…

The bell for the start of the classes rings; and most of the students starts to go to their classes; (some of them were stubborn to go to class).

In the way to class, Rodrigo thinks with himself:

- Sayuri is gonna see something, I’ll get a girlfriend and she will see who is the desperate one…

The story will continue in part 2

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Thanks to Tali - Ch 10

You can read the rest of the story here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12498508/1/Thanks-to-Tali

The Stars

Saturday, May 18, 2019 – Tali’s 6th birthday party

It looked like Disney’s Moana had exploded all over the bottom level of their house. This was Tali’s last birthday as an only child and Ziva wanted to go all out, buying out almost the entire Moana collection from the local party store, from plates and napkins to streamers and even a piñata filled to the brim with Tali’s favorite candy. They even spent a hefty chunk of money on a custom made chocolate and caramel cake from Ziva’s favorite bakery. It was still an hour before the grandfathers were coming and two hours before the rest of the guests were scheduled to arrive and Tony was busy blowing up balloons while Ziva was getting Tali ready.

“Daddy, daddy, do I look like a princess now?” Tali ran down the stairs to stand in front of her father and twirled. Ziva, with the help of Abby, had hand-made Tali a dress resembling Moana’s outfit from the movie. Ziva trailed down the stairs behind her daughter, watching their interaction with a smile.

“You always look like a princess to me sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek and smiled up at Ziva watching them. “Your Ima did a good job on your dress didn’t she?”

“Uh huh! It’s beautiful! I love it!” Ziva walked over to her family then, placing a hand on her husband’s shoulder.

“I cannot take all of the credit now, your Aunt Abby did help me with some of the stitching.” She smoothed a hand down Tali’s hair, careful not to mess up her perfectly styled waves. Now, why don’t you go upstairs and play for a little while until Grampa Gibbs and Nonno get here.” Tali nodded her head and ran to her room, careful not to mess up her dress. “Well, I am glad she likes it. How are the balloons coming Tony?”

“Well, we ran out of helium about 15 balloons ago so I’ve been blowing the rest up myself. I think we may have went a little overboard on them Zi.” The couple looked around the room. There were at least 30 balloons on strings tied to chairs, lamps, and table legs, and more just floating against the ceiling. The remaining balloons that Tony had blown up were scattered around the living room floor. “There have to be at least 50 balloons here.”

“Oh my. You may be right Tony. I did not realize I had bought so many. Well, at least the house is decorative yes?”

“Decorative is one word for it.” At Ziva’s pouty look, he grabbed her hand and eased her onto his lap. “It looks great Zi. And I’m sure once she notices it, Tali’s gonna love everything you did.”

“Everything we did Tony. And you’re right, I guess she was a little pre-occupied with looking like a princess to notice the decorations.” She pressed a kiss to his forehead before pushing herself off his lap. “Now come on, let us start working on the food.” Tony followed her into the kitchen and they each started working on their separate tasks.

“Hello hello! Where’s the birthday girl?” DiNozzo Senior asked as he entered his sons’ home.

“Nonno!” As soon as she heard his voice, Tali came running down the stairs and straight into her grandfather’s arms.

“Happy birthday my dear.” Senior hugged her tight before grabbing her hand and spinning her around. “Your dress is beautiful Tali.”

“Thanks Nonno! Ima made it!” Tali beamed at him before noticing Gibbs trailing in the door carrying presents. “Grampa Gibbs!” She ran to him then as Senior grabbed the presents Gibbs had brought in from both of them and placed them by the fireplace.

“Happy birthday kid.” Gibbs said as he pulled her into a hug. Pulling away, Tali grabbed her grandfathers’ hands and dragged them into the kitchen where her parents were currently working on dinner. Gibbs walked up next to Ziva as she was chopping fresh vegetables for the homemade pizza. “You made her dress?”

“With some help from Abby, but yes.”

“You did good Ziver.” Gibbs pressed a kiss to the side of her head, knowing she would know he wasn’t just talking about the dress.

“Thank you Abba.” Ziva swiped at her eye, blaming her pregnancy hormones and the cutting of onion for the tears escaping her eyes.

“So my dear, what can we help with?” Senior asked, looking around at the few remaining decorations that needed to be put up.

“Well, if you would like to hang up the banner above the fireplace and finish placing the balloons, and Gibbs if you could hang up the piñata in the tree in the backyard while Tony and I finish with the pizzas.” The two men went straight to their assigned tasks as the clock ticked down to when the rest of the party guests were to arrive.

“Looks like she had fun.” Tony and Ziva were curled up together on the couch, Tony with his feet pro looking down at the floor where Tali was laying sound asleep surrounded by her new stuffed animals and balloons. “I don’t think she’s been this worn out since the vacation.”

In addition to Senior and Gibbs, Abby, Ducky, the McGee and Palmer families, and ten of Tali’s friends came to their house for the party. For almost three hours, the adults watched twelve six-year-olds hyped up on cake, ice cream, and candy, run around the house and play soccer with all of the balloons on the floor. Not long after their guests left, Tali passed out in her new sleeping bag in the middle of the living room floor while her father and grandfathers as they worked on cleaning up the house and Ziva, banned from the kitchen, kicked her feet up on the couch and dozed off. After the house was completely clean and Senior and Gibbs had left, that’s how he found his wife, sitting up and leaning her side against the back of the couch with her feet stretched out in front of her, asleep. He silently squeezed in between her back and the arm of the couch, curling his arm around her shoulder as she slowly opened her eyes.

“She really is out of it. Unlike this one.” Ziva grabbed Tony’s hand and placed it on her belly where their unborn child was currently restless.

Ziva rolled her eyes, having given up on getting Tony to stop calling it a girl when they didn’t know the gender yet. Tony held his hand on her stomach, waiting for the usual kick that came to his hand when their unborn child was restless. “Oh. That was a powerful one. She’s really practicing her ninja moves tonight isn��t she?”

“Oh yes. This one’s definitely an active one. Tali didn’t kick me this much.” Ziva moved around, laying back on the pillow in Tony’s lap to get more comfortable as Tony moved his hand with her stomach. “Do you have to keep doing that? You know, the baby seems to kick more when you are rubbing my stomach.” His hand still in place where the baby was being active, he felt some more kicks before the baby settled into position and calmed down.

“Yeah, but I’m also the one who can calm her down the easiest.” Ziva leaned up to her husband, pressing a light kiss to his lips.

“Well in that case you are excused.” Tony leaned back down for a second kiss, this time lingering longer than normal. Ziva reached one hand up and ran it through Tony’s longer than normal hair as he ran his under her shirt and over her stomach. They slowly pulled away from one another, going back in for one short peck before leaning back breathless. Ziva brought her hand down from his hair to rub his chest, gathering his shirt in her fist. “I love you Tony.”

“I love you too Zi.” Ziva tried to stifle a yawn, making Tony smile and lean her up. “C’mon Zi, let’s get you and Tali to bed.” Ziva just nodded tiredly as she sat up. Tony stood and reached a hand down, helping her up before going to pick up Tali. Following his wife, he carried their sleeping daughter up the stairs and helped Ziva change her into pajamas before tucking her into bed. Turning off the lamp light and leaving Tali’s door cracked, they headed to their room to get changed and teeth brushed before laying down facing each other.

“Thank you for all of your help today Tony. It was a wonderful party and I could not have done it without you.”

“Of course Ziva. We’re married. And even if we weren’t Tali is our daughter and I would do anything for either of you, you know that. I think she had fun today.”

“She definitely did. I just can’t believe this is her last birthday as an only child. This one will be here in just two months and will change everything. I just hope Tali will not feel left out when the baby first gets here.”

“I think she’ll do great Zi. I mean, she knows things are going to change, but we’ll be here for both of them. We’ll just have to make sure we each set aside time to spend with her. It’s gonna be fine Ziva. And she’ll be a great big sister, I have no doubt about it.” Ziva took in her husband’s words, reaching over to place her hand against his cheek and pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips.

“Thank you Tony. You always know what to say. Goodnight neshama.” Ziva rolled over on her back to get comfortable but made sure to keep contact with Tony.

“Goodnight tesoro.”

#thanks to tali #chapter 10 #tiva #tiva fanfiction #what could have been #zivasnotdead2017

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Amnesia Ch. 08

Camila

It’s been a couple of weeks since the incident where I blew up over Camren and Lauren walking around naked in front of me while I was apologizing. That threw me for a doozy. Seeing Lauren completely naked for the first time in almost two years, I couldn’t help myself but ogle her. She had to have gotten fuller in all the right places while she was in the coma. I didn’t remember her looking that great. I mean she looked great before, but now she was just… wow.

No further teasing from her since that day, which was good for my poor nerves but also bad because it meant I couldn’t get more. I almost wish I could have thrown myself at her that day, but I didn’t out of respect for her.

Shaking my head to rid myself of those thoughts, I focused on preparing myself for my turn in the booth. Lauren was in there right now, effortlessly hitting all her notes perfectly, I bet. It was always hard for me to follow after her. It made me nervous to follow such greatness.

The door swung open, startling me from my thoughts. I looked up and met those bright ocean eyes. She smiled which shifted into a slight smirk when she noticed me.

“It’s all yours Camz.” She stated. Her voice was raspier than usual. Just hearing her voice like that, I knew that she had put in a lot of effort for her parts.

I gulped and gave her a nervous smile in return. “Thanks,” I mumbled.

I got your from the bench I had been sitting while waiting. She held the door open for me as I walked through, before she let go of it. I could hear the swish of the door closing, but it never fully closed.

“Hey Camz?” I turned around to face the beautiful girl to whom the voice belonged to.

“Yes, Lo?” I asked. She was leaning up against the door.

“When you’re done, want to come over for a movie night?”

I could feel my eyes light up at the suggestion. “Disney?”

She used one of her hands to run her fingers through her hair, a nervous habit of hers. “Sure. Whatever you want.” She flashed me her pearly whites and my heart melted.

“Great!” I squeaked, happy at her agreement. I cleared my throat, embarrassed at how my voice had changed.

Lauren laughed lightly.

“I’ll bring the pizza. Last time you bought it, I had to pick everything off the pizza to eat it.” I joked. It all honesty, it was that bad. Spinach did not belong on a pizza.

She pouted. “As long as you bring me a pizza for myself with my favorite toppings.”

How could I say no to that face?

I sighed, pretending that it would be a burden for me, but I’d do anything to keep a smile on that face.

“Fine. I’ll bring you a pizza of your own. Though I wouldn’t call it pizza.”

“Thanks Camzi.” Lauren suddenly hugged me, however brief it was, dizzying me with her perfume. “I’ll have the snacks ready for later. Good luck in the booth.” With that, the taller girl disappeared.

That girl would be the death of me.

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After three agonizing hours in the booth trying to lay down my vocals for Write On Me and Dope, I was more than ready to get to Lauren’s for a Disney movie night. It had become our weekly thing even through this chaos we called our passion.

I was trying to make up for it. If she asked me to come over even at 3 in the morning, I was there. If she needed some advice, I would try my best to provide it to her. I was trying. I was trying my all to give it back to her the way she had done at the beginning.

She deserved nothing but the best and if it meant that I would just be her best friend for the rest of our lives, I would be happy to at least have the honor to be called her best friend.

I made sure to order the pizza while I took an Uber to her place, making sure to take the detour to the pizza place before hand. Two pizza boxes in hand, I was knocking on her door almost an hour after I had gotten out of the booth.

Through the door I could hear some rustling and some running steps coming towards me before the door swung inward, revealing the pale skinned beauty.

“Hey Camz!” Her eyes were sparkling and she almost seemed jittery.

“Hey, you okay?” I asked a little concerned about how she was acting.

“Yeah.” She bit her lip. “I may have had a cup…or two of coffee while waiting for you.” She hiccupped after she said that and I found it super adorable. She mumbled a soft ‘excuse me’.

“Well at least you won’t be falling asleep during our movie night.” For a brief moment, we stood awkwardly in her doorway, staring at each other.

Breaking the silence, she slapped herself across her forehead.

“I’m such a horrible host. Where are my manners? Come on in Camz. Take a load off.” She moved aside, letting me in, pizzas still in my arms.

I immediately went into the living, skipping over asking for a plate since I had a box for myself. I could just eat from the box and save Lauren the pain of having to do some dishes.

“Don’t you want a plate Camz?” Lauren had followed me into the living room.

“Naw. I’m good right here. Plus the faster we start the movie night, the more movies we can watch.” I was already searching through her Netflix, trying to find a great movie to watch first. Wreck It Ralph caught my eye, and I pressed play.

I felt the weight change on the sofa, letting me know she had finally taken a seat.

She handed me a napkin and I dug in to my pizza. I had gotten Hawaiian pizza while I got Lauren spinach and sausage on hers; abominable thing to eat. That was not pizza. It was chick food.

The movie kept us quiet for awhile and so did the food. I had pretty much demolished my pizza within the first 30 minutes of the movie. I was stuffed, but I could do with something sweet.

Lauren had gotten every snack known to man and put it on her coffee table. I had noticed when I sat down, but it had not caught my attention until now, when I had to decide on what candy I wanted to satisfy my sweet tooth.

Making my decision, I reached for the box of Reese’s pieces, feeling something soft, instead of a solid box. I looked at where my hand was and it was on top of Lauren’s.

Our eyes connected, words non-existent between us. I blushed and retracted my hand from hers. “Sorry. You can have it.”

I considered my other choice, but Lauren stopped me.

“Nothing says we can’t share.” She shrugged and put the box out in front of me, offering me some of it. I held out my hand and she poured some into it.

“Thank you.” I blushed again. I popped one in my mouth, before my eyes wandered back to the movie.

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Lauren

Throughout the rest of the movie, after the moment where Camila’s hand and I interacted, I couldn’t stop sneaking glances at her. She was so damn beautiful.

I know I probably had taken it too far the other week when I had paraded naked in front of her. I don’t know what had come over me, but it had happened and I couldn’t change it now.

I was careful not to let these lustful feelings rise up like it had that day. It was weird though. There was no explanation for it, but the feelings were familiar. They were like old pals that I had known all my life. I was still trying to figure it out.

What Lucy had confirmed for me, didn’t help either. Who knew I would be bisexual? I never had feelings for a girl before and now I was here having feelings for the girl who was helping me through this mess of my life.

She was doing better than helping me. She was here for me. She always made sure I was okay and kept me updated on things I couldn’t remember. She was practically taking care of me.

I snuck another glance at Camila as she watched the movie. She was popping a few more of the Reese’s pieces into her mouth. Her fingers lingered there for a few seconds longer than necessary before she let her hand fall back down into her lap.

Oh if only I could be those fingers who had the privilege of touching those lips. I licked my lips, trying to control the urge to kiss her.

“That’s one of my new favorite Disney movies. I love it. Want to choose the next one?” Her words brought me out of thoughts and I had stop myself from blushing because then she might know I was staring at her and thinking things I shouldn’t.

I didn’t even notice that the credits were rolling. When did the movie even end?

“Uh, I don’t mind if you choose again."

"Good because I was just being nice by asking."

"Jerk.” I muttered, but I smiled, letting her know I didn’t mean it.

She laughed lightly and went back to scrolling through Netflix. She picked another Disney movie. I didn’t notice what it was, due to the fact that I started to stare again at this brown eyed girl, the one who had my attention.

She was just so captivating. I couldn’t stop staring and thinking of how beautiful she was.

I sighed internally. This was anguish. I had to stop.

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“Camz, there’s something important I have to tell you,” I spoke, turning her around to face me on the couch, so I could look her in the eye. “It’s very serious and there’s no time for silliness.” I had a very somber expression on my face because I wanted to pull a fast one on her.

“What’s wrong?" She asked, the smile quickly fading from her face. A heavy look of concern now shadowed her features.

"I…I went to the doctors the other day,” I started off. “They said I had this um…well condition.”

“Okay.” The word rolled off her tongue and her eyes never left mine as I continued to tell her more go what was so serious.

“He said, I…” I stopped for dramatic effect. “He said I only had 30 days to live.” Camila’s face was priceless. She paled instantly. But it broke my heat when tears started to fall from her eyes.

“What? How is that possible? I can’t bear to lose you! How could you only have 30 days to live? This is outrageous.” She grabbed onto me for dear life, squeezing me into her more than I was already.

My eyes almost started tearing up at the sight before me. My body was filling up with distress over how broken she looked before me.

To spare her from a few more tears and sobs that were sure to come, I spoke again. “ He said there was a way to treat it and possibly cure me…”

She pulled away from me, wiping at her eyes to remove the tears streaming down her flushed face.

“What’s the possible cure? Tell me. If there’s a way to save you, I want to be part of it.” Her mascara was smeared. Her eyes were puffy and red, glistening with the fresh tears that had run down her face. She was so beautiful, even through the tears and the mess she had made of her makeup.

I tucked her hair behind her ears before continuing on with my ploy. “He said…he said that if you agreed to be my girlfriend, I wouldn’t die of a broken heart.” I said it in the most serious voice I had with the most serious face I could muster up.

Camila stood up from where we had been laying on the couch. Her had face had a range of emotions, overlapping one another on her face.

“I–I-I–” She let out a strangled out sound from her throat. She had her fists clenched and next to her. Physically, she was angry. This was not the reaction I was hoping for. “Lauren. Michelle. Jauregui.” I gulped. This was not how it was supposed to go. “I don’t know where to be overjoyed, livid at the way you approached this or kiss you and say yes,” she huffed. I could feel the anger radiating off of her body in waves. Each one was hitting me harder and harder. Maybe I should have used a different strategy.

She was clearly annoyed with the way I had gone about this.

For a few more moments, I could see her struggling with her motions and what she wanted. I saw the moment her decision clicked in her head.

“Sit up,” she growled lightly.

Slightly intimidated and slightly turned on by the tone in her voice, I obeyed her command. Once I was sitting up, she grabbed onto my shoulders roughly, straddling me in the process.

She took me by surprise with the hunger in her eyes and the way she viciously captured my lips with hers. The anger was evident in the way she bit my lip. I gasped, shocked by her display. She took the opportunity to slide her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues dueled for a few moments, but I gave up the fight and let her win. She was the one in control and she wanted to be the dominant one.

I took my hands, which were being pretty useless right now and I grabbed onto her waist, pulling her further into me. Her hips bucked into mine and I pushed back. This was all new to me. We had never gone this far in our make-out sessions. They had all stopped before it could even begin to fall into the sex category.

But just as quick as she had started this, she ended it. I was left hot and bothered on the couch, breathing heavy. I had never been this turned on in my life and she had to go and stop it, just when it was starting to go somewhere.

I was still trying to catch my breath, while she was just walking off, like we hadn’t just had the best make-out session of our lives.

“Camz? Where are you going? Is that a yes to my question?” I got up from the couch, trying to follow her to see if she was going to answer my questions. She did not. Instead she shut her door in my face when we reached her room.

Well Lauren, I guess you should have just gone with the traditional way of asking her.

As I was walking away from the door to allow her time to cool off, the door opened again and I got pulled into her room.

“Where do you think you’re going? Just because I’m mad at you, doesn’t mean I’m going to suffer and not have some release from this tension you’ve created.”

I smirked, knowing I had won her over. This was going to be fun.

A/N:

That was just a flashback, it was not a memory for Lauren to remember. I just wanted to depict a little of their relationship for you. I have more chapters up on Wattpad if you want to catch up. I’m a little behind on posting them here.

–brknshdws

#UPDATE #series #non AU #slash #camren #based on song #submission #Amnesia

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