#i love when kids reach that phase of saying toilet words all the time

[puffpasstea]

Matilda

 A/N: HELLO! Posting this a day early because, I shit you not, my family showed up unannounced from out of town , so I won't have time to post this tomorrow. This is also why I didn't proof read the whole thing. Sorry for any typos. Hope you enjoy! This is the most straightforwardly Matilda heavy chapter yet. As such, the contents could be too angsty, triggering, or otherwise upsetting. Please read with caution (see warning below). Warnings: Angst, fluff, mention of childhood trauma, depression, and anxiety. But also super kind Harry. If you struggle with any of the above mentioned triggers, please know that you are valid and loved, and please reach out for help. Also, my inbox is always open if anyone wants to just chat. I love you all. Please be kind to yourselves.

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Chapter 7

I unlocked the bathroom door, relenting to Harry’s incessant knocking. He squeezed through and shut the door behind him. I couldn’t bring myself to look up at him or even acknowledge his presence, especially in my current state. He said nothing, only wrapping his arms around me firmly and letting me sob into the crook of his neck.

Several minutes later, still in total silence, we ended up on the bathroom floor, leaning against the door, with me still clinging to Harry’s neck and he ran his fingers soothingly through my hair. Once I’d stopped sobbing long enough to realize what’d happened, I felt self-conscious and tried to peel myself away. 

Harry noticed me moving around. “Hello” he smiled down at my surely puffy, red face. 

“Hey…” my voice was barely audible; my throat raw.

“Wanna talk about it?”

I got up, off the floor, and stood in front of the mirror surveying the damage to my eyes and face.

“Nothing to talk about…just had a panic attack and felt shitty about it.” I said, stealing a glance at Harry’s face through the mirror as I played with my hair, trying to decide what the least awful hairdo option would be. 

He sat up, joining me by the mirror. “Plenty to talk about! Would it have anything to do with this family thing you’re going to?”

“Harry, look. It’s no big deal. Sorry I cried like a baby and got snot all over your $500 shirt, but there’s really nothing to talk about. You know how shitty parents can make you feel. It’s just that…”

“$800 actually, but do go on…”

He’d managed to get me to crack a smile, and he looked pretty proud of himself for that.

“I’m kidding. I think I got this shirt second hand. Went through a whole vintage phase with the solo career. Anyway, seriously, go on...”

“There’s nothing to go on about,” I stopped fiddling with my hair, and turned to face him. “You know when you haven’t seen your family in a while, and the prospect of seeing them makes you get in your head about, like, all the possible things that you could get wrong? Like how you dress, or speak, or what you order at dinner, or whatever, anything could set them off…”

  I watched Harry’s eyebrows raise into a frown as I went on. “N-no. I don’t know….” He looked sincerely confused.

“Are you saying that doesn’t happen to you?”

“It doesn’t. But, I know that my situation’s quite unusual, I only see my family like twice a year due to my job and-”

“I only see my family twice a year.”

I looked away, feeling embarrassed again and looking around me for something to distract myself with. Tears welling in the corners of my eyes already.

“I don’t want to push you to talk about something that you don’t wanna talk about, but you seem clearly upset, and, well…I’ve known you for a while now. Personally, I think there’s absolutely nothing wrong with the way you dress or speak, or what you order at dinner.” 

“That’s not what they’ll think…” I tried to get the words out but I doubt Harry could make out what I was saying as the crying overtook me again. I hated feeling so small and weak so I hid my face in the palm of my hands, not wanting to watch him watch me weep.

If he was uncomfortable at all, Harry did a great job of hiding it. He put the toilet seat cover down and made me sit on it, squatting down beside me. “Take a deep breath.” His gentle voice, just above a whisper, guiding me and helping to slow the spirals in my head.

I took several breaths and forced myself to stop crying. Bringing my knees close to my chest, I wrapped my arms around my legs. “My parents, they’re not bad people, Harry. Not at all- they…were just very young when they had me, and- well, there was a lot going on. Their parents didn’t approve of, like, the whole thing, and so they had no financial support, and- anyway, they took it out on me.” My resolve crumbled again and I couldn’t hold back the crying anymore. I rested my forehead on my knees and let my hot, salty tears run. Harry did nothing except rub slow, gentle circles along my back.

I swallowed, and looked up at him for a moment. Seeing the concern in his eyes made me feel pathetic, so I looked away quickly, choosing to focus my eyes on the bathroom floor instead. “This was a long time ago. They’ve changed now. Kind of. Like they won’t put their hands on me anymore, but, they really suck at communication” I giggled at my own words, mostly out of nerves, but seeing Harry smile too was good. “Anyway, even though they don’t not as bad a job as before, something inside of me still takes me back to those memories. Every time I see them, it’s like I’m 8 years old again and tiptoeing around trying to avoid conflict. What’s wrong with me that I can’t just let the past be in the past?!!”

“Hey, there is nothing wrong with you. You hear me?” He said without a moment’s pause.

I didn’t have it in me to respond. Too afraid that if I tried using my voice, I’d just be overcome with another wave of sobs, so I just nodded and blinked a few stray tears rolling down my face. Harry immediately reached over and wiped my eyes with the pad of his thumb, one teardrop at a time. I was suddenly aware that our faces were a mere few inches apart. At such a close distance, I saw his clear green eyes sparkle as he fixed his gaze on me, never once looking away or breaking eye-contact despite the difficult conversation that we were having. I felt as if he were looking straight into my soul, and the force of his eyes, his soft, plump lips, his  reassuring smile attempting to wordlessly negate all the destructive thoughts that swirled around me. I’d never felt so comforted by the simple presence of someone before. Usually, even the potential of sharing such a revealing, intimate side of myself to another human being had me running away as far as possible. Everything about my experiences with Harry was an exception.

“Uh-umm,” I attempted to break away from the spell of his beautiful face by clearing my throat and slowly unfolding my legs back down to the floor. “I’m running late, and I still have to figure out what to wear, and what to do with my hair, so…”

“Oh!” Harry took a minute to finally break eye contact and start to get up. “Yes, of course. I’ll let you get back to it, umm…”

He turned around to face the door as I stood back up, turning the faucet on to wash my tear-stained face, and at least try to look like an adult. The moment that I bent down to splash some water on my face I could feel Harry’s breath on my neck. He stood behind me and whispered in my ear, “You should wear that pretty little black dress, you wore to set once. You know? The one with the lacey ends? You looked so…. -holy fuck! Oh, and put your hair up. I like it when your neck is showing.”

His words sent a shiver through my body as I watched his reflection in the mirror. I blinked, and just like that, I heard the door shut behind me. He’d left.

***

Day 2, 9:47 PM.

I stormed out of the restaurant fuming and determined to get as far away from here as humanly possible. I couldn’t even remember how the argument had started, but by the end everyone was making passive-aggressive comments about how “closed-off” I am and how “little interest” I’ve shown in being a part of the family; and when I attempted to directly address to their backhanded comments, they all said I was “making a big deal out of a simple observation” and “looking to start a fight.” Basically, though they never uttered the words “you’re a shit daughter,” their words implied that I was the absolute worst person to be related to. I pulled my phone out of my purse. The screen lit up, showing a text from Harry. Sent 16 minutes ago. 

Harry (9:31 PM): I’ll wait up for you with the rest of that bottle we never finished. In the garden.

I opened the uber app and started typing his address into the “To” box, but slowly deleted it and put my own apartment address in. I couldn’t handle letting everyone see me like this. I couldn’t handle sharing a bed with Christopher for another night. I couldn’t handle anything at all at this point.

 ***

Day 3, 1:03 AM.

I was awakened by the sound of my phone’s  unrelenting vibrations on the nightstand. Harry’s sending a series of texts

Harry 2 hours ago:

It’s getting late and I’m getting worried. You still out with the family?

Harry 3 minutes ago:

Where are you? Everything alright?

Harry 2 minutes ago:

I’m officially freaking out. Now would be a good time to come back.

Harry now:

Where the fuck are you?! PLEASE LET ME HEAR FROM YOU?

Hello????!!!

I swear I WILL CALL THE POLICE!!!

I clicked on his last text to retrieve the message app and write him back.

“I’m fine, Harry.” I started to type, but quickly deleted and replaced it with “Please stop” but that felt too cruel a response to his honest concern. My mind drew a blank. I couldn’t come up with the right words to articulate that, despite not being in mortal danger and needing the police to rescue me, I was decidedly NOT FINE AT ALL. 

Harry now:

You’re there! Typing! THANK FUCK!

Oh. You stopped.

Could you please just say something so I know you’re, like, not dead?

I tapped and held his text until the reaction bubbles popped up. I hit the thumbs up bubble.

He replied with, “thank you! I’ll let you be.”

Exiting the message app I saw that I had 3 missed calls. 1 from Sienna and 2 from Christopher.  I put my phone face down back on the nightstand and turn my bed-side lamp on, looking at the room around me. I felt disoriented and the whole room looked foreign to me. I’d fallen asleep with my dress and makeup on. My pillow was stained with tears, mascara, and foundation. I flipped it over and got up to change. Tossing my dress to the floor, I grabbed the nearest shirt I could find and got back into bed.

***

Day 3 9:23 AM

Harry 1 hour ago:

We’re just going over our lines for filming. We miss you and your input.

Christopher 2 hours ago: Spoke with Harry. Said you were okay but need some time. Let me know if you need to talk, ok? xx

3 missed calls from mom

My phone was at 3%, I plugged it in, stumbling over a book of short stories on my way back to bed. I picked the book up and decided to read it in bed.

***

Day 3, 6:15 PM

Harry now:

No pressure to reply. Just wanna say I’m here and I’m thinking of you.

I let the text notification fade, and letting it add to the number of unread messages on my phone, continuing to scroll endlessly. It didn’t feel like the right thing to do. I desperately wanted to be in his presence, but the very idea of being around other people right now overwhelmed me. How could both feelings be true at the same time?

***

 Day 4, 12:00 PM

Harry now:

In the pool. Alone. Wish you were here.

Christopher 2 minutes ago:

Checkin’ in. Hope you’re better today. What’re you up to?

Sienna 30 minutes ago:

Hi babes! I’m sorry you had to leave so abruptly. Can I bring you your things, and maybe get a cup of coffee?

***

Day 4 10:13 PM

Harry now:

Goodnight. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow on location!

***

On the afternoon of the first day back to filming I was startled out of my hard-won nap by a hard knock on my door. I knew, even before trudging over to the peephole, that it was Harry. Likely upset that I’d not been on set that morning. Or perhaps that I hadn’t replied to anyone’s texts or answered their calls.

“Open the fucking door, Matilda!” 

Even though I knew he wasn’t an angry person, the tone of his voice made me anxious. More because I didn’t have the emotional bandwidth to match his energy than because he could do or say anything to upset me. I considered not answering the door, but his relentless ruckus would surely alarm the neighbors.

My hands shook uncontrollably as I struggled to undo the chain on the door.

“Hey Harry…” my voice was hoarse and it scratched at my throat as I spoke.

The anger in his body dissipated as soon as his gaze landed on me, or whatever he could see of me through the small crack in the doorway. My own gaze, however, struggled to meet his. I alternated between looking in his direction and the direction of the floor. I knew that, even through the half open door, he could still see enough of my current state: the dark circles under my eyes, my hair unbrushed for days, the same pajamas I’d thrown on since my parents’ dinner. My only comfort was in the fact that, with my body blocking the doorway, he couldn’t see the state of my apartment.

We stood there, not speaking. His face signaling concern, pity, confusion. If I had any tears left in me I’m sure I’d have burst right then and there, but, the past few nights had taken all the emotion out of me. I’d now entered the pure numbness stage of my depressive episode. The hardest one to crawl out of. Because feeling something, even if it’s just complete despair, still enabled me to relate to the world albeit negatively. Feeling nothing, on the other hand, left me entirely alone.

“You weren’t at work today.” Harry had finally broken the silence.

“Yeah, umm, Fran said she’d take over for me and-”

“Yeah she told me.” He smiled, clearly out of discomfort. “I’m worried about you.” 

I shut my eyes, too embarrassed to let him look at me.

“And…maybe I’m right to be! I mean, no offense, Matilda, but look at you…”

“Harry, please. I didn’t come to work because I don’t want to-”

“May I come in?” he interrupted, his voice hopeful.

“No.”  I chopped that hope down by the legs.

“Let me in, Matilda.”

“That’s not even my real name.”

“Let me in. Now.”

I looked up at the ceiling, rolling my eyes, and moved out of the doorway letting him in.

He stood in the hall and looked around him, assessing the severity of the situation. I knew that he was putting on a front because no normal human being who sees my depression mess could remain unphased. Even I grimaced at it every time. 

The longer that Harry went without expressing concern or disgust the more my heart raced and my breath quickened. “Sorry about the mess. It’s not usually like this.”

“It’s fine.” He smiled.

“I mean, thanks, but it’s actually not fine.”

He said nothing, took out his phone, and stood there, scrolling on it for a moment; finally, he looked up from the screen and pocketed his phone again.

“When was the last time you slept?”

“I was actually napping just then…”

 He made his way over to the overflowing kitchen sink and salvaged a glass which he filled with water from the fridge full of leftover containers, and handed it to me. “Drink up.”

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, Harry, but you should go…”

“I will be doing no such thing…where do you keep the trash bags around here?” he went back into the kitchen and rummaged through the cabinets. 

I ran over to him, exerting physical effort for the first time that week, and almost slipped, the two day old socks I’d been wearing sliding across the floor. 

“Please stop whatever this is and go home, Harry.” I placed both hands on the arm he’d used to open the overhead cabinet. “You can’t be here.”

“Yes, I can.”

“I’M CLINICALLY DEPRESSED HARRY!” He’d driven me to yelling, and I hated it more than anything. 

He said nothing in response but he kept his eyes on my face. Never losing the determination.

“What I’m trying to say is…you can’t fix this. Not with a glass of water and some recycling. I’m not some damsel in distress waiting for you to rescue me.”

“I promise not to rescue you.”

Harry shut the cabinet and took a hold of my two hands, planting them firmly around his neck. He then leaned over and wrapped his arms around me at the knees and shoulders, carrying me in his arms. “I know what this looks like, but I’m still not doing any rescuing.” He planted a quick kiss on my temple when he heard me giggle. 

Harry carried me into the bathroom as if over a threshold and set me down on the counter, immediately reaching for my bath items and running the water as if he’d lived here and done this before. While the bathtub filled, he stood in the space between my dangling legs and placed his hands on my waist squeezing and hugging me.

“I don’t want to fix you. I want to help you fix yourself.” He spoke into my ear before breaking away from the embrace to look at me. “C’mon missy. Into the bath you go.” He tapped my hips, hooking his fingers into the waistband of the leggings that had practically adhered to my skin and peeled them off. 

“Uh, n-no Harry. Gross!” I attempted to stop him. Suddenly extremely aware of…well everything. The surely disgusting body odors, the hairy legs, the dry skin. I did not want him to see any of it.

“You’re going to do as I say.” He simply ignored my warnings and continued to wordlessly undress me. 

I complained to him about how unsexy I felt letting his first time seeing me naked be with all this hair all over me. 

“It’s just body hair, Matilda…” He said matter of factly. “But if it bothers you so much, we’ll have to do something about it.”

“Not ‘we’” I objected immediately.

“You either do as I say, or I make you.”

I wasn’t entirely sure what that meant, but I didn’t ask. Letting myself be moved around at his discretion. He helped me into the bubble bath he’d drawn, going into my closet and bringing back towels, a clean pair of underwear, and keeping his eyes to himself. He messed around in every corner of the bathroom until he’d recovered my shaving kit and placed it on the edge of the tub. 

“I’ll be right back.” he announced, disappearing for some time.

Harry had shut the door behind him causing the bathroom to grow warm and misty from the bathwater. Fog covered the bathroom mirror, so I could no longer see my reflection in it. I let myself sink deeper into the bath until it covered my knees and breasts completely. I leaned my head back and  closed my eyes, feeling the tension in my muscles melt away as if seeping out of me and into the scented bath water.  I have no idea how long I stayed like that.

“Don’t fall asleep on me now!” I heard Harry’s voice chuckling as he stood over me with a gentle smile. He sat at the edge of the tub and grabbed my shampoo bottle. “Coconut and Papaya” he read off the label. You know, I think Sienna’s dog has the same one!” he laughed, clearly pleased with his own joke.

He squirted some shampoo onto his hand and began to massage it gently into my hair. I’d opened my mouth to state that I was a grown woman, perfectly capable of washing my own hair, but he gave me a look. One that I had never seen before but that clearly said “remember what we said about doing as I say?” Soon, he moved on to scrubbing my body too, and then took great care and attention to rinse every inch of my body off watching the soap disappear and smiling at nothing in particular. His hands were gentle and precise. 

Something about the way that he handled me like a precious object felt terrifyingly intimate without being sexual. The way that his wet hands moved over my skin, he was getting to know every part of my body without getting any pleasure or gratification out of it. Yet another experience with Harry that I hadn’t shared with anyone else before.

Finally, when he took a brand new shaving razor out of it’s plastic container and asked me to raise my arm, I started to cry. It might have been this hydrating bath, or the glass of water he’d forced on me earlier, but my eyes had found more tears to shed. Even as I panted and my sniffles got louder, Harry continued to work the razor delicately down my body, making great work of making sure I was smooth and comfortable.

I wrapped my hand around his wrist as he attempted to move the razor between my legs. “You could hurt yourself!” he chided. 

“Harry, No. That’s too much.”

“What? Shaving your pussy?” he said bluntly, making me blush. “Oh, do you not normally shave it? Sorry. Okay.” he wiggled his wrist out of my firm grasp.

“I do, I just- please give me the razor.”

He paused for a moment looking at me and considering my request.

“Alright. I got some stuff to do anyway…” he handed it to me and left.

***

I walked out of the bathroom in the clothes Harry had laid out for me to find that he’d changed the bedding and cleaned my room.

“What the….?”

Harry was bent over my night stand, refilling my diffuser with my “sleeptime scent.”

He’d drawn the curtains and even brought me a water bottle.

“C’mon. Let’s tuck you in.” He fluffed up my pillows.

I hesitantly got into bed, Watching Harry’s movements around the room. Turning off the lights, he told me to have fun snoozing and began to walk out of the room when I begged him to stay.

“You want me here?” a grin forming on his face despite his best efforts to hide it.

“Just until I fall asleep, okay?”

He rushed over to my side, unable to contain himself, and quickly got under the covers with me, wrapping one arm around me and threading another hand through my hair as I laid my head on his shoulder.

***

We sat in my bed all afternoon, me glued to his side, venting and describing my worries over not getting to a stable place with my family before it’s too late, feeling that this instability inevitably takes a toll on my personal life, no matter how disconnected I am from my parents. At first, I felt nervous sharing my deepest, darkest thoughts with him. I made sure to preface everything with a long rant about not wanting to hear any “but it’s all in your head” or “but you’re better than you think you are” or “the future will work out just fine,” defensively informing him that if anxiety disorders could be cured by simply “deciding” not to be anxious anymore, the whole field of psychiatry wouldn’t exist. As time went on, however, I felt less and less like I needed to prove the realness of my mental illness to him, and I just went on speaking.

Harry, to his credit, did not interject once. He resorted to wiping any occasional tears away, echoing my nervous laughter whenever I made a self-deprecating joke or attempted to deflect, and squeezing me tighter to him if he sensed that I was apprehensive. “It’s okay” he’d whisper every time I mentioned being frustrated with my broken brain that it won’t let me have a “normal life,” or that I wished I could be a more functional human being. Finally, with my messy, discordant thoughts now out in the open, my brain felt empty and I fell asleep. Presumably in his arms.

I woke up as the sun was setting outside my window, Harry’s place in my bed empty.

“Hey sleepy girl” he looked up from the book he’d picked off my shelves when he saw me standing in the living room staring around me. He’d literally wiped every surface of the apartment clear of the last few days.

“Did you sleep okay?”

Still stunned at the state of everything, I could only nod and make my way over to the couch next to him.

Sure, he’d placed some items back where they didn’t belong, and arranged my throw pillows in ways that had never occurred to me, but he’d worked miracles. 

“You hungry? I made dinner.”

“Dinner?! Harry, that Mac and Cheese is probably expired!”

“You’re telling me! It tasted like grilled 3 day old garbage.” He laughed and stood up placing the book on the coffee table. “What? I got hungry! So, I went grocery shopping.”

I fired up the stove and started setting the dining table. I hurried over to help, and immediately saw that the entire kitchen had been restocked. Paper towels, detergent, crackers, frozen meals in the fridge,

“You’re depressed, yes? Meaning simple tasks can be overwhelming? You said that earlier…so I made extra! Put it in the fridge or the freezer or whatever. Then the next time you can’t be bothered to cook…TA DA! Food!”

“Harry, I-” I paused. Not knowing how to articulate the depths of my gratitude. A general feeling of care and gratefulness, in itself, was foreign to me. As a friend, he’d shown me more attention and generosity than anyone I’d ever met before him.  Then, he’d comforted me through the aftermath of a panic attack– something I’d never shared with anyone before– and as if all that weren’t enough,  now he was going above and being to carry this burden with me. My mind literally hit a wall. I did not understand why he was doing any of this. Or what I had done to deserve it. It made me want to bolt and disappear forever. And I felt guilty that my instinct is to, just, leave.

“Everything alright?” Harry leaned over to meet my eyes, holding a salad bowl in his hands.

“Why are you doing all this?” I blurted out, my town more confrontational than curious.

“We’ve been over this. I don’t expect you to wake up tomorrow all sunshine and rainbows cuz I cleaned your apartment or fed you a hot, three course meal. Now sit, let’s eat.”

***

After dinner and clean up, Harry dragged me out for a walk. Despite my best excuses about my stomach being full, he insisted that I see the outside world. I hated how right he was.

“You were right about what you said the other day.” I said, unsettling the comfortable silence.

Without missing a beat, Harry replied with “I’m right about a lot of things, Matilda, you’re gonna have to be more specific.”

“What you said about me being afraid of passionate relationships.”

Harry stopped in his tracks. I turned around as soon as I noticed that he was no longer walking beside me and saw the look of regret on his face. “I- I shouldn’t have said that. I was a dick to you. I didn’t– I didn’t know about all this. Your family, your mental health… You have every right to be-” 

“Just let me talk, ok?” 

“You’re right that I’m afraid, but not because passion scares me. I’m afraid to like it, depend on it, get used to it.” Harry’s apologetic demeanor turned into confusion as he listened.

I began to feel myself lose the burst of bravery that had compelled me to confess, so I looked away, urging him to resume walking. “Because, well, everyone leaves, Harry!” I spoke with my eyes glued to the pathway in front of us. “They all said they won’t in the beginning. Not just partners either. Friends too. Everyone says they wanna be there for you; mental health isn’t something to be ashamed of; asking for help is important. All which is TRUE, don’t get me wrong. I know that….But, the crying you’ve seen me do over the past couple of weeks? That’s pretty standard for me. And living in squalor- that’s a regular occurrence as well. Like, at least once a month. Sometimes more…I get these depressive episodes, and…This one was pretty mild. Cuz it’s predictable. I know what triggered it. Sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I just wake up and I feel like shit.”  I felt myself run out of breath so I paused. Harry said nothing, and I couldn’t stand the silence so I continued ranting. “And, you know, being in a relationship with someone who’s bound to be depressed most of the time can take a toll on people. And even if it doesn’t. I just– I worry. About reaching out to, or leaning on, the same person time and time again. I don’t wanna be a burden to the people that make me feel comfortable enough to share this stuff with. So, I– end up trying to rely on other coping mechanisms, and they think I’m pulling away.”

We turned around, heading back to my apartment.

I mustered the remains of my courage and glanced at Harry with the corner of my eye. He was looking thoughtfully into the distance, processing what I had divulged.

“May I say something?” He finally asked.

“Sure.”

“ I hear you. I won’t pretend that I understand, cuz I don’t. And I know I never will. But I hear what you’re saying.” He held the door open for me as we walked back into the building. “I have a counter argument though. With all due respect, Matilda –and I do mean this; I don’t ever want to trivialize your struggle with my ignorance– but I don’t think it’s your right to make my decisions for me. Why would you let ME decide what I can and can’t handle?”

“I don’t wanna lose you.” I unlocked the door and let us into the apartment.

“Who says you have to lose me?”

I shook my head. At what, I wasn’t sure. “Don’t wanna bring you down with me.” My eyes began to sting with tears.

Harry grabbed his coat off the hanger by the door and felt around his pockets to make sure he had his wallet, keys, and phone all on him.

He walked closer to me closing the gap between us and brought his hands up to my face. I closed my eyes, ready for his lips to touch mine, but he surprised me by kissing my cheek instead. “It’s getting late. Work tomorrow. I should go. You should go to bed too. Text me to let me know that you’re in bed in a bit.” He turned around aiming for the door.

“Hey Harry?”

“Yes, Darling?”

“I like it when you tell me what to do.”

He turned back around to face me. The look in his eyes was wild.

#matilda #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #dom!harry #harry styles smut #harry's house

[thewildwilds]

She’s really good at conversations

#fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #peko pekoyama #kuzupeko #danganronpa #sdr2 #dr2 #fuyupeko #anh's art #otp: i heard your voice #welcome back to 'shit kids do that anh witnesses' #i love when kids reach that phase of saying toilet words all the time #because they think it's the funniest thing in the world #fuyuhiko would absolutely be the type of parent #to carry on a conversation with his toddler daughter #all while she says gibberish #queue robot

[doc-pickles]

make my wish come true

Hello! And welcome to your weekly edition of “Tis the Damn Season for Two Dumb Bitches” (thank you taylor swift for our new title) I’m super excited about this post because my brain power is coming back and this is like the first real thing I’ve written in awhile. Enjoy! 

PS: @odd-birds-and-booksellers hurry up the people are waiting

“I’m sorry babe, there’s a storm and there’s no flights going to Seattle at least until the 27th.” 

“You were supposed to be home two days ago Alex,” Jo tried to contain her frustration as she settled onto the couch in the empty living room. She stares at the Christmas tree in the corner, the boxes of lights and ornaments spread out on the floor around it.  “The house isn’t even decorated and now I’m going to have to spend Christmas alone.”

“You can go to Meredith’s, I’m sure the kids would love to see you. I’m sorry, you know I'd be home if I could.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that you’re not here! I’m just… this is exhausting. I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up,” Jo swiped at her eyes as tears began to well up in them. “Just text me when you have a flight.”

“Jo, I-”

“I have to go,” Jo let a shaky breath out, running one hand through her hair. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Ending the call, Jo threw her phone onto the cushion next to her as she let her tears freely fall. It had been six months since Alex had come home from Kansas for the first time, sitting across from her and telling her about Izzie and their kids and everything that had happened in the two weeks he had been gone. There had been screaming and crying and a lot of fighting, but they had both decided that their marriage was worth saving. Alex had been splitting his time between Kansas and Seattle as much as he could which unfortunately left Jo alone more than she would care for. She loved that Alex had stepped up to his new role as a father, she even loved Eli and Alexis like they were her own, but recently her and Alex’s relationship had been strained. 

Alex's absence from Seattle wouldn’t be an issue if he and Jo hadn’t just moved into a new home. The two story home was supposed to house the twins on their visits to Seattle as well as any other tiny Karev’s that might come along. The thought made Jo laugh now, she’d spent more nights alone in their new bedroom then she had with Alex despite the fact that she’d gone off her birth control two months ago. 

They’d decided that they wanted kids of their own, that they were ready to start their family. Jo was regretting that decision now, she barely saw Alex and when she did their time was split between work and arguing. The only times they’d even had sex since deciding to try had been out of anger and frustration, meeting in on call rooms late at night and muttering curses as they set a quick and desperate pace while they both had a moment to spare. Between on call rooms and the one time in their new bedroom that Alex had lavished her body for hours on end, there hadn’t even been a chance to try for a baby.

Somewhere deep down, Jo was grateful for that. It wasn’t that she didn’t want a baby with Alex, she really did, but she didn’t think that their practically long distance marriage wouldn’t handle the stresses of a pregnancy and a baby, the thought nauseating her as she sat with the thought. The sudden wave of nausea got her brain turning, calculating how long it had been since she’d been to the store for tampons…. 

Cursing under her breath Jo ran upstairs and began to dig under the bathroom sink for the pregnancy tests she kept stashed there. Leave it to Alex to get her pregnant when they were barely having sex. She missed him, she wished so badly that he was sitting on the other side of the bathroom door making fun of her as she peed on the four pregnancy tests. As she sat on the closed lid of the toilet waiting for an answer to appear on the four pieces of plastic, her phone lit up with a text. 

I’m sorry I can’t be there tomorrow. I promise your Christmas gift will more than make up for it. I love you so much Jo. 

Before she typed out a response, her eyes flitted to the tests waiting for her, all of them reading the same exact thing. A heavy sigh left her then, eyes closing for a moment as she took a steadying breath. 

Love you too. See you soon.

Jo barely sleeps that night, in fact when she does fall asleep it’s on the floor of the bathroom because she can’t seem to keep her dinner down. She’s hurt and upset and kinda pissed that her morning sickness seems to have cropped up late at night. She almost calls Alex, when she’s half asleep and crying on the bathroom floor she almost reaches for her phone and dials his number because she misses him so much. But she knows in the end it’ll only make her feel worse because he can’t be there.

When she wakes the next morning her back is aching and her face is cold from the tile of the bathroom, but her stomach turns uncomfortably and sends her back to the toilet bowl. She’s shocked that there’s anything left for her to throw up, but she’s heaving and gasping for air just like she’d done all night. The twisting feeling in her stomach intensifies when she realizes that she’s home alone in a huge house on Christmas and will probably spend her whole day in the bathroom. A round of sobs accompanies her next bout of nausea, hot tears streaming down her face as a feeling of loneliness encompasses her, reminding her of her solitary days spent in her car.

“Jo?”

Jo looks up in surprise at the voice sounding from the doorway, her eyes meeting her husbands for just a moment before the urge to vomit overwhelms her exhausted body once more. This time Alex’s hands are on her back rubbing circles as she continues to cry between heaves. She’s barely registered her shock at his presence, just grateful to have him close to her. 

“Geez, you look awful,” Alex’s remark barely phases Jo as she flushes the toilet and leans heavily against him. His fingers find their way to her forehead, feeling for any sign of a fever even though she knows he won’t find one. “You probably just have a bug, why don’t you go lay in bed?” She doesn’t have time to ask how he’s home, her body barely makes it to their bed where she promptly tucks herself under the covers. She thinks Alex says something to her, but she’s asleep before she can register it. Her mind drifts off more peacefully than it had the night before knowing Alex is here now. Even if she has a million questions, she’s just glad she doesn’t have to spend the holiday alone. 

When she wakes up again, the sun is filtering through the curtains brightly and the other side of the bed is occupied. Jo turns around to look at Alex, who’s sitting against the headboard looking down at her, “You know staring at people is creepy. And rude.”

“I think I get an exception since you’re my wife,” Alex smirked, running one hand through Jo’s hair as she snuggled back into her pillow. “You feeling better?”

“A little bit now that I’ve gotten some sleep,” Jo paused before moving her gaze away from Alex. “What’re you doing here? You said you wouldn’t be home.”

“I had to fib a little bit, I wanted to surprise you. I didn’t think you’d be lying in the bathroom throwing up when I got home, but now I’m glad I’m back because I’m not leaving this time.” 

Jo’s brows furrowed as she tried to make sense of Alex’s words. Of course he was going to leave again, his kids lived in another state, “You're going back after the new year Alex, you already booked your flight.”

“No I’m staying here and so are the kids.”

She took a moment to soak in Alex’s words, head spinning as she tried to wrap her mind around it. Finally she sat up, propping her head on her hand as she stared at her husband in confusion. Alex wore a smirk as he watched her slowly put together what he was saying, “Alex Karev what the hell did you do?” “I didn’t do anything, Izzie decided to move back to Washington for her mom and that means the kids are 30 minutes away instead of almost halfway across the country,” Alex shrugged as Jo gawked at him, her shock clearly evident on her face. “That’s why I’ve been out there so much, because I’ve been helping Iz pack up her house and get the kids ready.” Jo’s eyes are wide as she registers everything that Alex is saying to her. She almost doesn’t believe him, but his behavior the past few weeks all makes sense now. She wants to cry in relief, for her marriage and her exhausted husband and their new baby. In fact she almost does as she meets his eyes again, realizing that he probably feels just the same as she does.

“I’m sorry about that, being gone so much and leaving you here, but I promise that I’m not gonna be gone from here on out,” Alex lets his hand trail down to Jo’s stomach, a smirk on his face as he does so. “I wouldn’t want to anyways, someone’s gonna have to hold your hair back if you’re gonna be puking for the next few weeks.”

The satisfied look on Alex’s face tells Jo that somehow her husband has figured out she’s pregnant without her telling him. A small grin lights up her face as she blushes, “I just figured it out myself but I’m sure the constant vomiting would’ve given it away sooner or later.” “Yeah and the tests you left on the bathroom counter were also a pretty big indicator,” Alex let out a laugh as he leaned down and kissed Jo sweetly. “Merry Christmas.”

“I know you said your Christmas gift was good but I think mine is better,” Jo grinned up at Alex, a laugh escaping her as she sat up and straddled his lap. “Merry Christmas.”

#jolex #alex karev #jo wilson #jo karev #greys anatomy #jo x alex #jolex fanfic #jolex fic #nina writes #TDBT #christmas fic #fix it fic

[navegandoaciegas]

the love you deserve.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (fem!reader)

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: “He’s Bucky Barnes, Captain America’s best friend. He was the guy at the Triskelion, they say he’s the one who killed JFK.”

Whoever this Bucky guy is, he’s not your Jaime, your Jaime could never harm a fly. Your Jaime is good, he’s compassionate. Surely your friend must be wrong.

Warnings: soft!bucky, asshole!reader, angst, fluff, lying, cheating, drug use, alcohol consumption (including mentions of underage drinking), language that Steve Rogers wouldn’t approve of.

A/N: AU where Civil War and Thanos never happen, Tony forgives Bucky and he retires.  Reader kind of ain’t shit in this one, you’ve been warned.

This is my very first attempt at writing in English, I’m not a native speaker, so forgive me for any mistakes :)

This is part 1, please reblog and let me know what you think of it :) feedback is always appreciated! I can tag you for part 2 if you’re interested, let me know.

Brooklyn, New York

Bucky smiles softly looking at the picture of you two on his lockscreen.

He’s had the Parker kid teach him how to use those damn devices just so he could look at your pretty face and talk to you while you’re not together.

Alpine is cuddled on the couch with him and he shoots you a good morning text like he does every day. You haven’t responded much since yesterday, but he doesn’t think much of it.

You’re at a bachelorette party with your best friends and he doesn’t want to be a bother.

Still, he can’t even begin to describe how much he misses you. It’s only been two days since you’ve left for Vegas but he feels his heart constrict in his chest because you’re not there, and he can’t hold you, cuddle you, whisper sweet nothings into your ear and make you giggle like a schoolgirl.

He can’t look at you with big, curious eyes while you do the pretty girl things you always do, like put on makeup or do face masks. He can’t brush your hair and rub your feet when you come home after wearing heels all day at work. He can’t cook your favorite comfort food as you rant about your job.

God, if his father saw him run to the store to grab you tampons and chocolate every time you get your period, what would he think? He barely suppresses a snort just thinking about the shocked and embarrassed look on his old man’s face after he accidentally overheard Becca tell her friend she’d gotten her period at 14.

He’s sure Mr. Barnes wouldn’t approve of Bucky’s behavior.

And surely HYDRA would punch the air if they saw their most prized possession paint his best girl’s feet in a pretty baby blue nail polish, because baby blue makes you happy, and if you’re happy then he’s happy too.

He’s such a sap, like Sam tells him.

He smiles like a lunatic at the thought of Zola having a stroke if he could see him all dolled up, hair braided and makeup done, just because his girl is bored and wants to practice her skills.

He’s fallen hard for you and he knows you love him.

Well, you love Jaime, as he goes by when he’s with you.

Would you love troubled, damaged Bucky too?

Las Vegas, Nevada

Your late 20s are a weird phase of your life.

Half of your friends are inviting you to their weddings and baby showers, some aren’t even done with school yet, and others can’t properly take care of a house plant on their own.

You belong to the latter category.

It’s Jade’s bachelorette party tonight, you’re in Vegas and you’ve drank more alcohol and done more drugs than you can handle.

And mixing those it’s a bad idea, but you can’t find it in yourself to care anymore.

Getting wasted in Vegas. It’s cliché really, but a it’s a fitting ending to Jade’s bachelorette years. You have always wanted to recreate The Hangover, minus the tiger and a couple other things, you suppose.  

It reminds you of the first time you two have popped a pill in the dingy restrooms of a club in Barceloneta. You weren’t 18 yet, but in those kind of clubs age really did not matter.

You were so out of it by the time whatever drug you took kicked in that some British girls you met that night had to drag both your asses to their apartment.

Those girls, Grace and Hannah, if it wasn’t for them you wouldn’t be alive today.

You’d fucked and drank your way through Europe. It was London first, but London was boring, then Barcelona and Rome; Jade loved southern men, and you loved the way Spanish and Italian people partied. From Rome to some random italian city in the south where you’d taken a ferry to Corfù.

By the time you got to Greece you were so high all the time you barely registered moving from island to island until it was time to catch a plane to Athens and then Budapest. And from Budapest to Berlin, and from Berlin back home.

It was the summer before college and you were celebrating the end of your high school career. It was a nice phase, admittedly. You were both cheerleaders, popular, pretty, smart. You’d gotten into the college of your dreams on a cheerleading scholarship, your parents were proud of you, life was good. That summer you didn’t have a single care in the world, except choosing the sorority you would join in when August came.

Ten years later, Jade is getting married.

Today, you found out your boyfriend is a conniving bitch and a lying asshole. Not to mention the one they call the Winter Soldier.

“Hi pretty girl, can I buy you a drink?”

It’s lame maybe, but you’re drunk out of your mind and he’s handsome.

Warm brown eyes look down at you.

They’re not like Jaime’s, his eyes are light blue, almost transparent.

His skin is dark and glistens in the lights of the club, nothing like Jaime’s fair completion and his rosy cheeks.

You can feel the drug induced euphoria wearing off and the slight tick of your jaw. You’re glad you’re wearing a bandana that covers the lower part of your face.

“Why don’t we get out of here?”

His smile is pretty like his face. His head is shaved. Jaime’s chestnut locks reach his jawline.

You nod your head.

When he talks he’s charming and sure of himself. Jaime was a stuttering mess the first time he spoke to you.

You think of nothing, you feel like nothing.

“Cum pretty girl, cum for me.” he grunts in your ear.

His voice is gruff and deep. Jaime’s voice is soft for a man so big.

You should feel guilty but you don’t.

How can you, when this feels so good?

Why would you? You’re not the one who lied in the first place, you’re not the one who hid their identity.

You’re spent and satisfied. In your drunken haze you barely register the man cleaning you up with a washcloth and leaving you in your hotel room with a kiss on your temple and a whispered thank you..

You should be ashamed of yourself but you’re not.

Because Jaime who brings you flowers on all of your dates, who opens the door for you, pulls the chair out the table, gives you his jacket when you’re shivering, that sweet Jaime doesn’t exist.

His name isn’t Jaime at all, it turns out.

It’s James “Bucky” Buchanan Barnes.

Morning comes and your head is pounding. You’re hugging the toilet while you throw up all you’ve got left inside of you while Grace holds your hair out of your face.

You never fucking listen, and that’s one of your biggest problems.

The second big problem you have, you never watch the news, and that’s shame.

If you did you might have seen the cool looking guy with the murder strut that beat the shit out of Captain America at the Triskelion.

Too bad you never bothered to educate yourself on what’s going on in the world.

If you did, you might not have ended up dating the Winter Soldier for five fucking months.

Morning comes and the sun shines through the curtains of this nice hotel Jade’s fiance has booked for the five of you. Raven snores softly on one of the beds, and you hear Hannah whisper to her girlfriend sweet nothings on the phone, and all you can think about is Jaime’s shy smile and soft eyes.

The way he hunches on himself to appear less threatening, the way he gives up his seat on the train to pregnant ladies and old people, the way he never fails to leave a generous tip to waiters and is polite to everyone.

Your phone lights up with a text message.

Good morning sweetheart, I hope you had fun with your girls last night. Having lunch with Alpine, we both miss you. I love you.

Your throat feels tight as you choke back a cry.

You never fucking think before you act, and that’s the biggest problem of them all.

You should regret it, and you do.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky imagine #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x y/n #marvel fanfiction #james buchanan barnes

[just-a-tiny-ghost]

The "tip of the hair” thing from anime characters.

We all know these characters who have funny hair color ranging from bright pink to sparkling white, passing by mysterious purple. It’s almost an unspoken rule not to ponder too much on the color of characters’ hair, because it’s so cool!

Here are some theories/possibilities on the reasons behind the tip of the hair!

(Please do not take any of these seriously)

Warnings: please do not take this seriously, fight scene, 5 scenarios within the theories, last scenario being just plain mean… (~4k words)

Characters: Kita Shinsuke, Kocho Shinobu, Yushiro, Tokito Muichiro, Yashiro Nene, Ishigami Senku, Akugatawa Ryuunosuke, Zenin Naoya

1st part: It’s naturally like this. “The ‘natural’ hair color”

It’s just like childhood blond people.

The people who are born blond, live through their childhood being blond and then, treason. Their roots start to darken, spreading the brown over the blond and they are no longer Primrose but Katniss. And it’s difficult, you know, to explain that they are blond because they are going through a strange phase where they no longer know the color of their own hair (*sniff*, just kidding).

So, it’s just like this, the roots are brown but often the tip of the hair is of a lighter color (blond, even ginger in certain places). You take this, and you reverse it, making so that the roots are lighter, and tips are darker.

Example: Kita Shinsuke, Haikyuu

Here you have baby Shinsuke, with the same natural hair color as when older.

(psst, imagine also if during summer his hair darkened more, just like people have them more blond).

It’s a new kind of molecule. (Part 1)

There was a mutation, the melanin mutated help! Other than the eumelanin (dark/brown) and the pheomelanin (red/yellow), another one appeared giving people crazy (cool) hair color! What’s more is that this one actually moves.

Example : Kocho Shinobu, Demon Slayer

Notice first, this beautiful purple. What do we also notice? The ratio and the defined line, just as if all hair should go from black to purple at the same exact point.

This is NOT a coincidence; this molecule can travel. I will explain that; so, we notice that younger Shinobu’s hair are shorter than when she is 18/19. However, as her hair grow longer there is more purple that is appearing? Shouldn’t there be lesser purple? No and we can thank this new, heroic molecule.

New systems developed inside the follicle, and they can sense, perceive the ratio of the colors. As the hair grow longer, more of this molecule will be created and sent to the extremity of the hair, allowing Shinobu to always have the same black/purple ratio on all the affected hairs, which explain the clear line as they are roughly the same length.

It’s a new kind of follicle. (Part 2)

And a lazy one at that! While working efficiently at the beginning, it soon becomes so lazy that it thought about just letting the regular black/brown/ginger/blond color instead of continuing working hard to color the hair a beautiful shade.

Example: Tokito Muichiro, Demon Slayer

(In his case, the follicle just forgot)

The Marie-Antoinette syndrome

The Marie-Antoinette syndrome is when someone hair suddenly turn white due to an intense stress.

The name came from folklore about the hair of Queen Marie-Antoinette of France (1755-1793), who during the night before her execution by guillotine, had her hair turn white in her cell due to stress.

The Marie-Antoinette syndrome could have had another name as Thomas More in 1535 also had his hair suddenly whitening the night before his execution, there were several cases of the syndrome throughout history, but no research suggests that we can lose hair color overnight. Yet, stress do cause hair to whiten, not overnight, but progressively.

Example: (well, might as well go with the same manga) Yushiro, Demon Slayer

I’m actually pretty sure this is due to stress as before meeting Tamayo he was sick and he may have had a time where all his hair were black, but the stress just came back when he realized how much he loves Tamayo and how many potential rivals he could have (lol). (assuming his hair continue to grow, but we know it’s not *sigh*)

So, this was all for now for the “natural” hair color part. Now, just imagine them just after they cut their hair.

You tilt your head sideways, examining Shinsuke’s hair while sipping your juice from under the shadow of the peach tree.

The sun was scorching, obliging him to wear his hat while gardening but not preventing you from taking sneak glances at his new hairstyle —diligently cut by his grandmother— the missing black color at the tip of his hair still slightly disturbing you.

When you saw him that day, your accustomed-to-seeing-him brain went into a frenzied panic assuming a non-existing threat from the sudden change in the pattern of his hair. You, without having a choice, followed behind this archaic brain of yours, metamorphosing into a stuttering, eyes-avoiding mess when your heart won the fight with your brain and decided that this would fluster you.

The day was spent in his bedroom, playing with his hair sometimes brushing them in the opposite direction, their straightness prickling your palm sometimes just rolling a strand between your fingers, eyes prying for even the tiniest spot of black leading you to conclude that they had all been cut off.

Your view of your boyfriend is suddenly blocked… by the face of said boyfriend. The blank stare on him was too much, as it was all he saw whenever he turned around to check on his resting girlfriend, leading him to come nearer.

“Hey, are you feeling all right?” He approaches his hand to you head, brushing your baby hair out of your face. “Even with a hat and sunscreen, maybe the sun was too strong? We can go inside and rest if you want to.”

You pull him to sit next to you, taking his hat off by the process and raising your head to scan the sky through the branches and leaves protecting you both.

“Nah, I’m okay,” you reach behind you and dive your hand in the cooler, grabbing a cool bottle of water, “you should drink a little though and we have to go back soon granny is going to worry, and I don’t want her to come outside to search for us in this kind of weather.”

You battle a little bit and screw off the cap to hand the bottle to him, which he takes and grace your fingers with a kiss right after.

“I am still not used to not seeing the black tips in your hair. Sorry I was staring,” you apologize.

He laughs it off, internally relieved that you were not mad or rehearsing a prank forged with the twins in your head.

He still had some influence on them and intimidating them was not a problem. He also could retaliate without an ounce of guilt.

But while he could scold you —it is fun to see you being apologetic and trying to be forgiven, your pranks were rather mild too—he could never be mad too long, as your pranks were just, well kind. If the twins are not involved.

“I can understand. Look at me as much as you want, I’m here for this as well after all.” He stands up and pulls you up after closing and putting the strap of the cooler on his shoulder.

“Let’s go home.” And you follow him, carefully placing both of your hat to protect you from the sunrays.

“Wait a little bit and you will see; the roots will grow black at first and it will soon be as usual.”

“Really?!”

Three days later, his hair was green, courtesy of the twins giving you ideas.

2nd part: It is not natural.

Well, we could just say, it’s the power of something that made it like this bla bla bla (well, I mean it’s the author who chooses).

But nah, it’s no fun if we do not make theories! Because the world is… *whisper* conspiracy. Let’s forget the wig too for now.

Well, let’s start with something basic: it’s simply dyed.

Maybe the characters just thought it was cool to have them dyes like that and this could work for a lot of them, even in the less recent times as people started to dye their hair even 1500 BC. 300 BC prostitutes in the Roman Empire already dyed their hair blond too, using ashes of burned plants or nuts and in 2014 artificial-looking hair color became a trend! (https://www.byrdie.com/hair-color-history)

Exemple : Yashiro Nene, Toilet-bound Hanako-kun

Nene-chan obviously is a hopelessly romantic teenager, and I am sure that she wants to follow trends just like she wants a boyfriend for the sake of, well, having a relationship at the beginning of the story.

So, pretty sure that with Aoi’s influence (she has the real power… help) they decided to dye the tip of her hair green in middle school.

(psst, PS: Aoi also tried to dye one strand green but her hairs were too dark, we can only distinguish the color when focusing)

(re psst: Akane directly noticed it).

Okay, a little funnier now. It’s because of an experimental failure, so a new kind of chemicals.

Example: Ishigami Senku, Dr Stone

So, we know that he is a science nerd. And we know that he experiments a lot. Let’s just imagine mini-Senku, seeing his father and wondering why the hell does he resemble a radish? 

Then, mini-Senku trying to synthesize a greenish hair dye (because he wants to look like a leek), but failing, not because it doesn’t take the color, but because it stays.

Do you know what’s even funnier? He failed it when he was young, like ridiculously young (he is in first grade here, so 6/7 years old and already a fan).

So just imagine 5/6 years old Senku, just having his hair up and green one day and he understands that they will always be like this.

It’s due to their power <3

Maybe kind of a side-effect of their power, we could think of Todoroki (Shoto) whose fire side have red hair and white in the ice side, so simply a cool consequence of cool powers.

Example: Akugatawa Ryuunosuke, Bungo Stray Dogs

Okay, so this is cannon, I’ve decided so. We all know he was poor, but like slums poor so he could just not afford to buy hair dye also there is no point in doing so.

BUT! During one of his fight, it happened. Rashomon ate the melanin at the tip of his hair. And since then, he decided it was cool and will keep it like this forever.

Scenarios! (･ω<)☆

“A-are you sure it’s like that?”

“Of course, it is, just trust me Nene-chan~”

They were clearly messing things up. The shower curtain laid there, ripped off its place, soppy and stained green at some places.

The sink, crowded with various face products, hair accessories, nail polish and a myriad of different-colored eyeshadows from just as much different pallets. Clothes lingered on the floor, creating little mountains of fabric and you were wise enough to avoid stepping on one in fear of being stabbed by a lost hairpin.

In the middle—rather the left corner—of this mess stood your two friends, the stool having been knocked off by a panicked Nene made you worry about her tripping on it. Facing her was a smiling Aoi hands stuck on too-big plastic gloves and a bottle of hair dye in her hands.

“I thought I told you both to wait for me,” you sighed. “Here Aoi-chan, gimme the bottle and the gloves. Nene-chan, catch this.”

You threw your package to her, which she missed, and the cloth unfolded revealing the cape you borrowed from your father’ barber shop. You hanged the curtain up again and went back to the now wearing the cape Nene— you just named teepee-Nene.

You slipped on the gloves and verified the mixture they prepared. Deeming it good and usable, you began to separate the strands of Nene’s hair, clipping some up and untangling some burdensome ones.

Then, as she already applied the protecting product, you began to spread the dye on her tips, visualizing the lovely ombré she wanted.

From the corner of your eyes, you noticed Aoi growing bored by each new stroke of brush.

“Do you want have a dyed strand too? Though it could not take well because of the color and the washing you just did,” you offered.

“Yes!” she eagerly accepted, immediately pointing at a random point on her head. “Plus, we can trust you at one hundred percent!”

“Of course,” you chuckled, “I am used to do this.”

“You did most of your colors by yourself, yeah?” Nene asked.

“Yup,” you confirmed. “But my parents were okay with it, were almost encouraging me to do so, bleh. Contrary to some middle-schoolers I know.”

You yelped, escaping from Aoi’s traitor finger that just poked your side. Nene grinned, “Well, as miss high-school first year helped us, you are an accomplice. Don’t think you can escape being punished with us, (Y/n).”

Shaking your head, you went back to her, lightly pinching her arm through the cape and focusing on your task with the girls’ chatting serving as your background noise.

_____________________

“We should dye your hair too, (Y/n)!” The girls’ eyes sparkled.

“No do so kids.” You discarded the dye bottle in your hand. “The dye doesn’t work anymore, should have requested this sooner.” Ignoring their complains, you walked out of the bathroom, walking to the kitchen for some snacks.

It was an ordinary day at the Ishigami household. Byakuya had checked his list, little shoes at the entrance, check. Clean living room and table, check. A walking Senku-sized mop, check. Groceries for dinner, check.

Byakuya turned around, checking again. Ah, he forgot the yogurts. Would it be weird to go back to the convenience store? They could skip yogurts for once, it wasn’t essential. What was important, however…

“Senku!! What happened to your head?!” He dashed to his son, grabbing his shoulders. “Did you get hurt? Wait you didn’t actually dive into a suspicious liquid right?” He paused. Then thought. He stared at him. “No, even if you want to test something you can’t just bath in it.”

Senku stared right back at him. And bonked his head.

“No I didn’t, I’m not stupid,” he reassured his father. “It’s hair dye,” he pointed out.

“Aah, I see…” He patted his hair before standing up. And tossed the child on his shoulder while ordering, “We are going to wash it away, immediately.”

_____________________

It wasn’t right. It didn’t go away.

“Why is it still stuck?!”

“I don’t know!! But stop, I’m going bald!! Help! He is trying to age a child! Human experiment!”

“I’m not, it doesn’t want t-oh, it’s disappearing.” Indeed, the water was now tinted a green color after streaming through Senku’s hair.

Byakuya sighed in relief. “Luckily it’s going away,” he started, “though it’s seems the tips already took the color in.”

Head down, Senku wrung out his hair and broke in a smile while confirming by himself Byakuya’s affirmation. “Yeah, I started by dyeing them first. Wanted to look like you.”

Byakuya froze. ‘He wanted to look like me?’ He glanced at his reflection. ‘I do have two hair colors.’ He grabbed a towel and spoke, “But you know, it’s not good to dye your hair this young. Come here, I’m gonna dry them.”

The child’s hairs were still thin, but the long strands would thicken later with no doubts. Byakuya was wary of his own strength too, as a child’s head remained fragile looking, Senku was still five after all. But this wouldn’t prevent him to mess with it a little bit.

Taking the hairdryer and a hair comb, he disentangled some knots here and there, added hair wax at each strand he lifted up until they were all up and with a radish-like form except from a tiny seaweed at the front.

“Tada! Here is my masterpiece. Keep it will you?” He ran away. “I’m going to the convenience store; I forgot the yogurts!” he shouted. “Tidy the bathroom up for now, thanks!"

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“What they didn’t know though,” the narrator started, “is that the chemicals would keep him looking like that, proudly wearing the same hairstyle 3,700 years later, a unique hairstyle, a relic from the modern era they knew.”

Akugatawa was in a dire situation. A kind of situation he had been in plenty of times but could be the last one he lived through just like all the other ones.

The enemy was strong, not physically exceptional, but having grown enough muscles to defeat three or four kids like Akugatawa attacking him together.

It wouldn’t be a problem, for he was blessed with Rashomon, if only the man he was fighting wasn’t an ability user as well.

The worst, being that he didn’t underestimate him nor was he stupid as he cleverly used all the aspects of his ability, taking each openings Akugatawa dropped by inadvertence, creating numerous opportunities from them and further damaging the child’s body each time.

Akugatawa was certain now, that his enemy couldn’t be taken lightly and though it was pointless to ponder on this now, as he didn’t know if he would survive this fight, he was concerned on why someone this strong would be going after him.

The answer to his questioning could be a threat to his relative safety, as well as his sister’s and the other children’s.

He dodged, the outline of the shadow almost piercing through his head, its razor-sharp edges flaunting death in front of his eyes.

After many failures, he finally began to uncover the trick to resist the unknown ability. The man had been sending his shadow after him for some gruesome minutes now and Akugatawa recognized some patterns, his body learned to dodge and bend to escape even one blow.

But his knowledge stopped there, he couldn’t pinpoint how to stop the enemy, how the ability worked.

All kind of ability had some king of mechanism, he learned. His depended on his clothing as the beast was formed from it. If put naked in front of an enemy, he would be dead meat; separated from any kind of fabric he was just as vulnerable as he was as a newborn.

Yet, even when having Rashomon by his side he was struggling against the stronger, the more experienced ability user.

While the origin of the enemy’s weapon was his obviously shadow, he had no ideas how to make it disappear nor did he know how to stop the connection between the user and his shadow.

He blocked an attack—at least Rashomon could touch it—and the beast’s fangs tore through the black foggy blade making a bee line to the enemy’s neck.

From under him, the man defended himself. This action cost him his life as Akugatawa found his long-awaited solution.

Another attack, not from the ground—he learned that when closer to him, the enemy could raise his shadow as he wanted—but from above him.

He lifted his head; the tip dangerously close to him.

It allowed Rashomon to successfully break the crystal hidden underneath the layers of shadow, the blade shattering apart the moment the crystal was damaged.

Now that he found out the way to get rid of him, Akugatawa could unleash his beast and let it freely destroy the destabilized enemy in front of him.

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The enemy was gone and Akugatawa staggered to his home, the distance being longer than what he recalled. Having reached the entrance, he collapsed on the ground after seeing his sister quietly waiting for his return.

He woke up some hours later, the night had installed itself in the sky.

Something was strange however, as his sister was staring at him, eyes sparkling. He wondered why until she pointed at a strand of her hair that was framing her face and taking it, pushing him to mirror her actions with his own.

Indeed, where the black melanin was supposed to be, was now hairs devoid of color and white like an old man’s. His gaze trailed up to find out only the tip lost its color, the pattern where the colors met looking like sharp teeth.

“Big brother,” Gin started, “could you do the same for me? I want white tips too! And you must do the same at the other side, it would be prettier if it symmetrical.”

Did his sister just ask him to chomp her with Rashomon?

Bonus: Zenin Naoya <3<3<3, new technique

Hang him head down.

First, you lure him into the garden, being a submissive, obedient and sweet wife, you want your dear husband who is finally at home to relax and you have prepared a surprise for him <3

So, you lead him to the garden, where you prepared a magnificent, grandiose gallows!

Not understanding the reason why it’s here but being arrogant enough for at least a hundred men; he asks his silly wife why something so grotesque was in the garden she adored to take care of

You smile sweetly and lean in to kiss him (him allowing you to do so of course, you couldn’t do this if he was not spoiling you but he was really good with you), wrapping your arms around his neck

Then, you let go of his neck, watching him slowly fall back.

“Oh, dear!” You chuckle after hearing the loud bang his head produced after kissing the ground

You grab the collar of his cloth with one hand, the other one patting the back of his head, fingers finally grazing the little bump, consequence of his fall.

You slam it. (´꒳`)♡

Then you drag him behind you, playing a little bit among the moist grass and zigzagging to admire the pretty flowers you took care of during all the times you had an affair with boredom behind your husband’s back.

1st step. You tightly tie the rope around Naoya’s feet, slipping his sandals in his trouser for him to be able to find them later, how thoughtful you are

2nd step. You get the basin you already prepared and then, you pour the hair dye inside of it

3rd step. You use your delicate arms to lift him up, pulling on the rope with the mechanism you prepared, only do this now or he could die from having too much blood going to his head. Again, you are a model for all wives with your thoughtfulness.

4th step. Let the tip of his hair soak in the hair dye and you can even use it to decorate your husband’s clothes ( ´ ▽ ` )

5th step. Let him dry here, he will take the dye in and have beautiful hair tips. When he wakes up, he won’t be calling the servants because of his pride but then take a little time to come off the gallows. And then, he will be so thankful towards his wife he might want to kill you without ever divorcing! (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

But you leave the garden before he wakes up, you want to surprise him.

You take your luggage, join the man/woman (dear boredom) you are actually having an affair with and get out of the house. You want him to fully experience his marriage after all, you will offer him the experience of being cucked.( ◡‿◡ *)

#theories it's conspiracy lol #scenarios #anime #yashiro nene #akugatawa ryuunosuke #ishigami senku #ishigami byakuya #kocho shinobu #tokito muichiro #yushiro #zenin naoya #kita shinsuke #me write (´・ω・｀)

[youarejesting]

Femme: 46

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader, GDragon x Bigbang, Erik Nam, Hyuna x Dawn, Black Pink x Female oc, TXT x robot oc, Got7 x Female oc Rating: Mature Length: 3.3k Warnings: impreg kink, preg kink, three some, orgy, scent kink, masturbation, public masturbation? (in a bathroom stall), oral (F & M receiving), orgasm denial, butt plug, vibrating couples cock rings, leisurely blow job, voyeurism , exhibitionism, mishap with water breaking, Yoongi music producer & baby inducer, cock cages, little bit of dirty talk, little bit of Dom/Sub but nothing serious, Jungkook cries but like because he wants to cum. Big dick joon Announcement: WE ARE BACK!!! NEW CHAPTER! Smut Beta: @taetaewonderland​ Beta: I was dumb and posted before it was finished bing read. I am face palming.

Recap: Your Femme Diaries Channel had been such a success you started a reality TV show from home. Yoongi helps Kyungju deal with girl troubles after a girl stole his milk at school. Hoseok takes Huimang to visit his parents which gives you time to yourself. Taking the Van for a drive you get pulled over for speeding when you vomit on the officer’s shoes, you are taken into the police station suspected of being drunk. Namjoon who was at the station working on a case notices you in the cell and comes to your rescue. You find out you are having a girl and Namjoon is excited. Yoongi avoids you not wanting to be the one to induce the labor again, they all place bets on whether he will or not. 

For your honeymoon, Yoongi gets his payback. Kim Mirae is born. Kyungju finishes first grade. The BTS & BigBang families go on tour. Eric and TXT go to university and the GOT7 boys finally are accepted for a Femme. The Frozen Spoon has two stores with more planned. The BlackPink girls got their Degree’s three of them joining the Femme project, one of which found matches immediately, and the fourth applied for their own Femme.

You were sitting on the front porch resting the tour had gone so well you were working on so many little things a Femme diaries book, that could be translated into every language so woman and men from every country had a sort of manual. There was an app where you could access everything and search topics and be lead to your videos or forums if it was topics you hadn’t covered in videos. 

 The boys were working really hard in their jobs Namjoon as his work was case based spent the most time at home beside Yoongi who worked from home and rarely left his studio. 

The boys had grown up a little each nearing their mid thirties as were you and they aged like a fine wine. Seokjin had experimented with different beards over the two years after the tour. 

Kyungju was eight years old and a music producer like his father, he looked so much like him but he smiled more which warmed his father's heart. Jeongsan was now seven years old and was in love with music as well not exactly the producing process but the listening he had a few troubles like issues with certain smells but also auditory trouble he hated when it got quiet. He learnt how to play Basketball from Yoongi and was on a team though his team was yet to play a real match.

Jae hwan and Jae Eun were two rascals, at age four they both got up to mischief and knew how to play their parents like puppets well all of them except Yoongi. He wasn’t fooled by no one. They were surprisingly humble despite the luxury brands their father bought them. They actually preferred the cheaper brands that had their favorite cartoon characters on them much to their fathers dismay. They hated getting their photos taken as they wanted to be like their older brother Kyungju.

Huimang hit three and three quarters running. He was constantly nagging his older brothers and Jae Eun to play with him. He was happy to do anything, listen to music with Kyungju, Basketball with Jeongsan. He liked to play in the backyard with the twins when they would play fair, that is the two were a unit and used it against the others. But he was also happy with his younger sister watching cartoons.

Mirae was three years old just getting out of her terrible twos and a testament to the break you deserved after having six kids. She was a messy child, and loved to dig up the flowers in your garden much to your dismay. She had a love for fruit and when her daddy jimin would dance with her in his arms around the lounge room. There was so much happening you were happy if you didn’t have any more children. 

That was until one day you heard Seokjin confess that he wanted to have a chance to be a dad. He didn’t know you had heard him and you pondered on these thoughts on the back porch in the morning sun. He had been drunk when he spoke these words and you knew he wouldn’t say something like that out of the blue without thinking it over thoroughly. He was getting older and the oldest out of the family dynamic and you frowned.

You would be happy to make his dream come true but this was a family and you thought it would be best to bring it up with everyone to get their opinions. You knew Yoongi was against having any more children he was already run ragged by the half dozen you had already.

You walked across the house passing Namjoon watching his Ryan from the cartoon Kakao with Mirae and Huimang. Kissing each of their heads as you passed frowning when you got to Mirae. “Baby you have Jam in your hair” Namjoon turned and laughed assuring you he would have them bathed and dressed before their day nap. You sighed, everyone was at work but you had asked for the day off as you wanted to process your thoughts.

You reached the in-home studio and rang the small doorbell and the door opened to show a tired Yoongi, he was growing a small amount of stubble on his chin. Which made him look more mature and made you heart swell at the thought of all your years together. 

“Is something wrong, Kitten?” He raised an eyebrow letting you into his studio. Bringing your hand up to his cheek and pressing a kiss to his lips. He hummed his voice seemed impossibly low as if as he aged it got richer. He sat with you on the couch and you bit your lip and sighed.

“I wanted to ask you something?” You said softly running your hand over his chest massaging the muscles across his chest. It was actually a tip you heard from Hoseok, that chest massages were great for proud creatures like cats and the two of you loved to give him these little chest massages because they made him feel at ease.

“Mmm… What do you want to ask?” He hummed, laying his head in your lap letting your hands wander over his clothed chest and work the muscles under your thumbs.

“Seokjin was drunk the other day and he said something that stuck with me”

“What did he say this time?” He opened his eyes checking you weren’t upset by something the eldest had said while in a drunken stupor. “I can hit him for you?”

“No, It wasn’t bad. It is just, he is getting old and he wants what all of you boys got, I am sure Jimin feels the same way. He wants to be a dad” You whispered and felt the tension increase in Yoongi’s chest.

“Tell him he can have Kyungju” Yoongi sighed

“Don’t you dare even joke that you want to give away your son, Yoongi” You breathed and he sighed “You love him so much all of you love your children just as you love the other children. I know you would turn the world upside down for any of those babies”

“But they all are toilet trained now and you want to start again!” he whined

“Look Yoongi, I am not going to do it unless everyone is on board, so I am not telling you we are having another, I am asking you if you will let Jimin and Jin have their own flesh and blood children they will love like you love your son” You sighed “Please just tell me you will  consider this for Jin and Jimin”

“Fine I will think about it” He sighed seemingly softer.” He laid there and hummed “I do miss you all swollen he turned to your stomach which was soft. You were thankful to Jungkook for helping you remove the baby weight but there was a certain softness that wouldn’t go away. 

Yoongi sighed sitting at the dinner table about one week later looking around at the big family he had that made his heart warm and looked at you as you Jeongsan cut his food. “Okay, I think I could be happy with two more” He smiled softly.

“Well why didn’t you say so” Seokjin grinned and placed some of his food from his own plate onto Yoongi’s. Making Yoongi sigh happily, Why had he ever thought to deny this man from having his own child.

Jimin was currently grinning at the two youngest making them giggle as he made funny noises with Jungkook trying to get the two to eat their veggies. Yoongi let his hand fall onto Jimin’s Thigh and gave it a squeeze in approval, Jimin wasn’t phased but seemed content with the physical affection.

You asked each of them individually and they agreed Namjoon seemed the most excited. So leading Seokjin and Jimin to the shower you were ready to break the news to them. As the words escaped your mouth the two started cheering, hugging you with everything they had. They paused looking at one another and Seokjin said “May the best man win”

Jimin who was in front of you pressed you against Seokjin, pushing the two of you backward until his hyung hit the wall. Seokjin pinned between you and the wall and you pinned between Seokjin and Jimin the former groaned, his growing erection pressing against your back.

Nipping at your bottom lip, Jimin’s tongue found its way into your mouth. He pulled away from the kiss to look you in the eye and you noticed the acquiescent look within them. You raised an eyebrow at Jimin wondering why he looked like he was giving Mirae his ice cream when she dropped hers. 

Jimin was selfless and it wasn’t hard to figure out what it meant. Grabbing his face in your hands you kissed him trying to show him how much you loved him. The kiss was wet from the warm water raining over the three of you. Your lips slipped from his and slid down to his jaw along the length of his neck and you kissed his chest over the strong beat of his heart.

Lifting you to wrap your legs around him, Jimin reached behind you to secure Seokjin’s cock in his hand, giving it a few pumps, before positioning his hyung at your entrance.

“There is no competition Hyung. You have waited the longest. I want you to have a baby first” Jimin smiled over your shoulder and lowered you until you were stuffed full. Jimin pressed his smooth chest against yours pressing his lips to Seokjin’s over your shoulder. “I will help you get a baby Hyung”

It wasn't instant. You had spent six months trying before you made an appointment at the fertility clinic and they did a few quick initial tests and the first test was a simple pregnancy test just to check and it came back positive which made your head spin. You made an appointment to follow up and make sure everything was going okay as the time progressed.

You didn’t want to let anyone know just yet as you always wanted to make sure that you had passed the dangerous time frame. So you spent your time relaxing and working, Seokjin was under the impression that in three months you were going to get artificially inseminated but you hadn’t told him that you were already pregnant.

It was the Hotel Christmas party and you all went along and Jimin seemed to notice you switching your alcoholic drinks for water and juice. The way you shifted in your seat rubbing your back and taking slow breaths when they placed a particularly smelly dinner. “Hey Princess can you help me with my jacket there is a thread that is digging into my neck and I want to get some fresh air”

You nodded thankful for his keen eyes, the table turned to see you leave some of them grinning thinking you two had run off to canoodle in the bathroom. The bathroom was a god sent, the clean scent of soap was what you needed to get rid of the rancid fish smell from the dinner. Jimin rubbed your back and grinned at you from the mirror.

“You are pregnant aren’t you princess?” You noticed the strange look in his eyes, his pupils dilated and lips wet from his eager tongue. He shifted on his feet and your eyes fell to the tent in his dress pants. Eyes flickering back to his where he was smirking and he stepped forward, hands slipping around your waist palms sliding affectionately over your soft tummy and up to your currently swollen breasts. “They are tender, aren’t they?”

“Yes” You whined as he massaged and played with them sadistically loving to see you whine and cry out. He didn’t want to hurt you but he liked to push you close to the border of pleasure or pain. He had taken a few steps over the line with your consent and it was some of the best pleasure you had ever experienced. 

He took your hand pulling you into a stall where he closed the toilet seat and sat down lifting your dress over his head. His forehead gently pressed against your stomach, his nose pressed to your heated core. He unfastened his belt and you heard the clatter of the buckle and the pull of the zip and he was busy pumping himself in his hand fiercely, his hot breath hitting your rapidly soaking your panties.

“You are so sexy full of hyungs baby” He breathed, you were holding the walls of the stall, his hand pressed to the small of your back so he could press himself closer to you. You felt the vibrations of his moan through his nose; his mouth fell open as he cried out against you.

He cleaned himself up and gingerly exited from under your dress his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. You grinned kissing him happily.

It seemed Jimin’s pregnancy kink was insatiable. He liked the way your scent changed when you were pregnant. Jungkook also noticed and approached you one afternoon. Between Jimin and Jungkook you were kept busy, truly appreciating when they would do things for you like; massaging your feet or massaging you in general while they helped each other with their own desires.

Hoseok noticed next as usual, Kyungju called you out after him which surprised you but it seemed your son knew your cues of pregnancy as he had watched you with all his younger siblings. “You were given the all clear Seokjin was ready driving you in the van to the fertility clinic nervous, but when you were given the ultrasound and he saw the baby he got quiet”

“You are pregnant” He seemed sad you didn’t understand what the issue was until he asked the doctor.

“Have you done the paternity test with our DNA samples.

“Yes, You are Kim Seokjin, correct?” Seokjin nodded and he smiled “You are the father congratulations”

“When I came in for the initial appointment I was pregnant with a baby and you were the only one I was with, the other boys were abstaining” You breathed as his hand fell on top your belly rubbing the tiny bump. “I wanted to wait until the baby wasn’t in the danger stage. I would have hated telling you and then losing the baby. You would have been so upset my love”

You saw the way his lips were contorting in a weird purse that he did when he was trying to hold back his laughter but as the watery look in his eyes overflowed into a river of tears and he couldn’t hold back the cry as he hugged you telling you he loved you. It was after his five minute break down that he sniffed and playfully asked.

“Am I still handsome when I cry Darling?”

“The most handsome, my love” You chuckled kissing his red tipped nose and he laughed.

You went to see the TXT boy’s they had just finished their degrees and you were going to surprise them at their graduation ceremony. They were all going into their fields together and finally applied for a Femme, After being rejected over five times they were approached by Femme bot, Femme industries was the umbrella company and their bots were to provide companion ship for those who are eligible for a Femme.

The boys were hesitant and decided to wait because they didn’t know how to feel about a robot being their destined partner.

You were four months pregnant and going on tour accompanied by the TXT boys who had worked on their own careers. They had taken courses in university that enhanced the quality of their content on social media platforms. 

You were filming the tour as you were doing a movie about your lives where you recreated some scenes. So here you were in a pod once more on set in a hospital gown. You recreated the scenes and grinned and you then had a replica of your apartment, everyone was trying to recreate the nervousness you had felt when you were all so young. It was cute seeing everyone all dressed in their old style clothes and their hair and beards cut and trimmed until they looked like their old selves and you were given a wig and a little bit of makeup as well. 

Between recreated scenes were scenes from your videos that you had made all those years ago and also some behind the scenes interviews where you all sat on a couch and explained what you had thought and felt at the time. It was absolutely adorable talking about how little and shy they were and hearing them talk about you as well.

It was when everyone was packing up for the night, Taehyung grabbed

your hand and dragged you from the dressing room and through the sets until he arrived at the first set and opened the pod and you threw your head back and laughed realizing what he wanted to do.

He pressed his large palm to your mouth and shushed you. With a growl he commanded you to get into the pod and he climbed in with you. It was tight, there was no room for movement so he was quick to lower you onto his thick dick before laying you against him and closing the lid behind you.

You were laying against him as he kissed you slowly and he was barely able to move his hips pressed against your A-spot. He was able to just gently rub the head of his cock against it repeatedly causing you static-like pleasure to buzz through your tummy and thighs.

He was moaning in your ear about how sexy you were. His hand wedges between you, his thumb rubbing your clit, loving how you twitched and tightened around him. The pod started to get sweaty and you were feeling absolutely euphoric as he stimulated the deepest parts of you.

After some serious grinding deep inside you he came, bursting like a water balloon painting your walls he made you cum hard and you cried out against his chest your orgasm was powerful. 

You were six months now and the filming was over but you were going straight into another tour. You were happy as the tour began. You announced you were pregnant and the older of your children joined you on some of your stages and had a few funny words. Huimang and Jeongsan did a little dance performance and the crowd were cooing at how cute they were. 

By the time you were settled back home after the tour, you were back to managing the Frozen Spoon. Your body remembered pregnancy well as you seemed to have had every symptom in the book. Perhaps you were stronger now with all the work you had been doing over the years with Jungkook.

Because you made it to full term and were now a few days over. That is how they found you dancing in the living room trying to get things moving. “I want this baby to come out, I am hot and my stomach is huge. If it grows anymore I am going to bust at the seems”

“Let’s try Yoongi,” Hoseok grinned, walking you to the in-home studio and they barged in, Hoseok’s hands on your shoulders waddling you through the doorway until you were in the middle of the room. 

“No, No, No!” He said falling out of his chair and backing up on his bottom across the floor until he hit the wall. “Get her out of here, I have precious equipment”

“Come on, Yoongi, I am overdue and I want freedom” You rubbed your belly “I am so fat and I want to have the baby soon and inducing labour is the most painful thing in the world”

“You wouldn’t know you have never been induced” He sighed waving his hands around “Alright back out of the studio slowly and I will help you. Just for god sakes not in here”

You were laying in the huge lounge propped up against Hoseok’s chest and he laughed at Yoongi’s mock reluctance. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Jimin said, licking his lips and taking small steps forward. 

“Sit” Yoongi commanded him and he lowered himself onto his knees, you hummed at the interaction between the two. He looks at you with a sense of hesitancy and leans in to give you a slow kiss. 

You grab him by the hair and tried to coax his confidence out, it eventually works and he is ravishing your mouth. His tongue and teeth abusing your soft petal pink lips. He pulled back and got to work removing you overalls. It seemed you couldn’t stand having anything around your hips or waist so you had practically lived in long baggy overalls for the past month or two. 

Jimin was hard watching Yoongi caress your belly and thighs, they all sat watching anticipating. Hoseok held your hands in his intertwining your fingers and holding them out from your body. 

Taehyung and Jungkook who had been sitting on Seokjin and Namjoon respectively started to squirm in their laps. Grinding their asses against their Hyungs looking for relief. The two older males finding themselves gently caressing their younger counterparts over their pants. 

Jimin turned hearing the tenor moans and cries behind him and the soft sweet sound you were making, he was conflicted of where he should look whilst simultaneously feeling left out. 

He ran around to your other side so he only had to look in one direction to see everyone but that didn’t help him feel untouched. 

Yoongi and Hoseok’s eyes were wandering similarly. They would travel along the expanse of your body then on towards Jimin who was rocking his hips against the air, his pants straining more with each passing second. They would then flicker their gaze to the rest of the maknae line who were turning so soft. Yoongi leaned down between your legs, his eyes connecting to Jimin’s and giving him a gummy grin. He didn’t dare look away from Jimin, Because he knew how much the young man loved his eye contact in the bedroom. Jimin was such a sensual creature he didn’t need to be touched to feel and experience pleasure. Sometimes he got off just by watching.

So Yoongi held his gaze and with every swipe of his tongue Jimin would keen for him and the room would grow heavier with the weight of Jimin’s sexual desires. Hoseok took your joined hands and placed them against Jimin’s crouch causing him to thrust his hips forward into your conjoined hands and let out an aching cry. 

When Jimin looked away and down at his crotch, Yoongi stopped making you whine and Jimin looked up at you to see what he had missed. You were looking down at Yoongi and Jimin’s eyes followed yours until they locked onto Yoongi’s once more and the pale producer got back to work.

You were ready to come but nothing with Yoongi came easy. He kept getting you right to the edge but never letting you over completely. Hoseok had removed Jimin from his pants and was using your tangled hands to provide him with the necessary friction. 

Jungkook was effectively distracted by Namjoon’s big hand wrapped around his cock. A Thick butt plug nestled between his cheeks. “You like this Baby boy? You like it when your hyung takes care of you?” 

“Ah yes” he said, receiving a firm squeeze, his head spinning at the tight feeling. He seemed to realize his mistake “Yes sir”

“Look how much you are leaking, what would everyone say if they knew how much this turned you on?” He said harshly, running the flat of his palm against the head of Jungkook’s penis, the boy cried and squirmed harder against Namjoon’s length.

“You can’t come unless I say you can?” He said and continued pumping him furiously squeezing the head and watching Jungkook press his knees together and cry and shake trying to prevent himself from cumming.

Taehyung was in a whole other level of torture, instead of having to hold back a powerful orgasm he was trying to spur it on. Seokjin was leisurely stroking Taehyung with one hand while his other hand was between their bodies slowly caressing his own cock. Taehyung didn’t care for the older males' delayed gratification methods and was practically rutting in his hand. “Hyung” he moaned desperately.

“No this is about my pregnant wife not you”

“Our pregnant wife” Namjoon corrected. Seokjin rolled his eyes, feeling Taehyung’s hand brush past his trying to touch himself. Using his free hand Seokjin grabbed Taehyung by his hair and pulled his head back to speak directly into his ear. 

“Who is older, me or you?”

“You”

“Who is in charge, me or you?”

“You are in charge you grandpa” Taehyung huffed “I am sick of slow, I didn’t know you had gotten that old that you couldn’t even Jerk me off properly hyung. You should be careful you must be getting frail.”

Seokjin pushed Taehyung over the arm of the chair and pulled his lounge pants down to expose his ass, where he firmly spanked him telling him that he would not be disrespected like that. Taehyung moaned happy he had riled him up expecting him now to try and prove a point and get him off quickly. But the plan backfired. 

“Get on your knees facing me,” Seokjin commanded and he quickly scrambled to the floor, “spread them and put your hands on my thighs.”

Taehyung spread his knees apart feeling the tightness in his muscle that wasn’t particularly flexible.

“Well go ahead” Seokjin lazily looked down at him, Taehyung took the older gentleman’s thick member into his mouth and began bobbing his head furiously hoping to send him over the edge quickly. A firm hand in his hair stopped this quickly and guided him slowly back and forth sliding him across his tongue. Taehyung was leisurely caressing the underside of Seokjin’s Penis with his tongue.

Looking up at him to see his eyes were on you, he was nervous about the idea of the baby coming today. Taehyung relaxed his throat and let the hot appendage in his mouth slide further back until the thick head brushed the walls of his throat where he swallowed a little uncomfortably at the thickness. Seokjin’s hips thrust forward on reflex, making Taehyung moan.

Taehyung continued this slowly, deepthroating Seokjin’s cock until he suddenly spilled his seed into Taehyung’s throat. He pulled back to swallow the sticky substance that had started to gush out of Seokjin but as he pulled back he continued cumming hard in Taehyung’s mouth. Filling it with hot white liquid. When Taehyung looked up he saw Namjoon with his free hand firmly squeezing the back of Seokjin’s neck encouraging him to cum.

Jungkook was begging Namjoon to let him cum, he was sticky and making the most illicit wet sounds in Namjoon’s hand. Namjoon part way through watching Taehyung suck off the oldest in the family, removing himself from his pants he was wearing a cock ring that had his dick looking fierce and deliciously thick. He had taken a matching cock ring from his pocket and placed it around Jungkook’s sensitive cock. Watching him whine as he situated it in place. Namjoon had stopped for about thirty seconds at a time to let Jungkook recollect himself. He didn’t want him to come too soon and end his fun.

Jungkook was not silent at all; he was the loudest in the room, begging and crying in response to Namjoon’s questions and ministrations. Taking the youngest in his hand once more he smirked leaning into his ear. “You think I don’t notice the way you watch me Kookie, the way you blatantly look at my package when you think I am not looking. What do you want to do, huh? You want to sit on my cock? Or perhaps you want to suck it. Do you want me to fill you up, I have been saving it all for you”

“Please I want to cum?” Jungkook cried fat tears falling onto his thighs and Namjoon  sighed carefully removing the butt plug and lifting the boy onto his hard length. Jungkook lowered himself whimpering and clenching around Namjoon’s swollen erection.

Namjoon wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s thin waist and rocked the younger boy against him. The blood that filled Jungkook’s painfully stiff member had it bouncing against his lower stomach 

Namjoon hadn’t told the poor maknae that the cock rings were actually a part of a set designed for couples and had a remote that when you turned the dial they began to vibrate at different settings. So without warning Namjoon turned it on, setting it to a rapid pulse and matching the rhythm with his hips.

Jungkook is no longer coherent, emitting high pitched cries and cumming hard over his chest and thighs, tears pouring down his face as his body writhed in pleasure. Namjoon followed soon after spilling inside the young man.

Yoongi must have taken pity on you letting you come. He watched you hesitantly waiting for your waters to break and when it didn’t he raised an eyebrow. “It seems it didn't work” He smiled his hand reaching out and gently holding your swollen midsection. He felt your stomach muscles tighten under his palm as he caressed the exposed flesh.

You were sure this was a contraction and you knew it took a while between the initial contractions and active labor, something you had learnt from your previous pregnancies and birthing experience. 

What you didn’t expect was for you to cramp up again and a warm sensation between your legs. “Oh my god, her waters actually just broke” Hoseok said excitedly, he was ready to see the new baby.

All other activities ceased and everyone got down to business, who was going to pick the kids up from school, who was going to the hospital. Where the bags are what they needed to pack, thought everything was mostly already packed. Once the plan was complete you and the boys raced around to grab your things. Not before Hoseok grabbed Jimin and Taehyung both who hadn’t had a single orgasm and secured a cock cage to each of them with a grin.

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[littledoveheart]

Mr Parker

(Part 2.)

The lights were blinding. The crowd was deafening. The music was pounding harshly against the floor and creating a rumble that only heightened the crowd’s anticipation for the one, the only, the Iron Man.

Well, the one and the only Iron Man was currently throwing up everything he had eaten that day with such impetuous force that he was convulsing while he white knuckled the smooth toilet seat.

“I’m serious give me a little space.” Tony gargled and gagged while his head was reclining on the seat, practically in said toilet and Peter Parker gave an unimpressed grimace while he adhered the red and gold iron man helmet. 

“Oh, get up.” Peter drawled, already irked by his boss who was definitely able to make his blood boil just within the minute or even second.

“No no i’m serious i don’t think i can go through with this.” Tony stumbled over his words like a drunken pelican while he braced himself for another tsunami wave of vomiting due to the sheer fear.

“We don’t have time for this we have to go!” Peter practically yells at him as if to swat some sense into Tony who was currently engulfed in trepidation of his jump from unimaginable heights that made him queasy.

“Oh God, you do not want to see that.” Tony cautioned while his armoured hands slammed down the toilet seat as if to conceal something that was a life or death matter. He felt as drunk as a swine as he upheaved himself and stumbled over nothing to his assistant.

“Where am i? Do i look weird?” “You look like you always do, you look like you have a hangover.”

“Can you get me something? Scotch, ale, Advil?”

“I don’t have any Advil, i have Motrin.” “I’m telling you there is something seriously wrong with giving a grown man Motrin! I’m not on my cycle Peter!”

“There is something seriously wrong with you, Tony!”

Tony doesn't seem at all predisposed as he grapples a safety bar to hoist his armour clad body upwards and into the awaiting arms of Peter, who was practically tearing at the seams with stress and anxiety.

“Abort the mission!”

“Tony you’re being ridiculous!”

“Abort the mission, we’re dropping!”

“No, no don’t-”

“I’m not doing this mission, abort it!”

“We are not aborting this mission!”

Tony quickly yanks an oxygen mask from the wall and inhales sharply, needing sustenance. He just wishes that he was breathing in the scent of Peter, that would definitely make him feel on cloud 9 but without all of the panic and consternation.

“Do you know how long it took me to get the DOD to approve of this Tony? And you know who i did it for? You. We are now over the drop zone.”

“What?” “Yes.”

Tony gets directly into Peter’s space, his nostrils, eyes determined to fill up on their daily dosage of the brunette who kept Tony alive without evening knowing it most of the time.

“Let’s do this, baby.” Tony sighed out softly while his lips yearned for those red lips of Peter, who seemed to notice the distance, or lack of, between them as he began to pant and hyperventilate in a nervous frenzy of, did he wear deodorant? Did he put lip gloss on?

“I know i can be selfish at times, and i know i don’t say it often enough”, Tony yells while his tenacious hands grapple Peter’s crooked elbows that were keeping the Iron Man helmet close to his chest, “But how’s my hair?”

“You said that before.”

“Yeah, but this time i mean it.”

“Yeah you’re looking good.”

“Ok, gimme a smooch for good luck i might not make it back this is heavy stuff.”

Well, that was certainly pushing the envelope and overstepping boundaries that had never once been overpassed. Tony had never tried his luck like that before. Sure, they had been dancing around each other, provocatively dancing around each other at that, to see if they could establish if the other was harbouring feelings too.

Peter heightened the Iron Man helmet so that it was directly in line with his red rosy lips and God Tony felt his hard on get impossibly harder when Peter started to make out with the helmet, tongue included.

Then he launched it off of the plane.

“Go get em boss…”

Tony’s lips quirk into a furtive smirk as he nods before sprinting forward. He wasn’t scared anymore. Peter had breathed life into him and gave stored the courage into his arc batteries as he jumped.

“You complete me!”

**

The entire room was filled with commotion that was almost infectious as Peter sat on his leather chair, leg crossed over the other while his dull grey straight skirt restricted his leg from bouncing in nerves for his boss who was being tried for ownership of his iron man suit. Peter absolutely believed that Tony should keep ownership in his grasp, he had after all created it and therefore it existed with Tony and that should be kept that way.

“Mr Parker, you ok?”

Peter eyes left their haze behind as they focussed on Tony Stark, a tiny head droop overcame him as he nods softly.

“I’m fine. And i know this must be hard for yo-”

“Not at all, if anything it’s a game. And i’m winning, i’m a sore loser.”

“A game? A game in which you don’t have get out of jail free cards, you don’t have free parking so you can take a minute to revise your strategy. Sounds like a dangerous game.” Peter chastises, clearly sullen and even the unsympathetic Tony Stark feels for his assistant and love interest more than he could ever express.

“Ok, yes. I am scared.” Tony conceded while he crouched next to Peter’s leather chair, his bones cracking from his age and the exhaustion of being Iron Man for 6 months, it was still his negotiation phase with his age and being the metal hero.

“I know you are Tony. But hey, if this fails we still have each other right?” Peter reached out for a spark to set off a firework of emotion to the selfish, ostracised billionaire and it seemed to work as Tony’s lips quirked upwards.

“Always.”

Tony slumps in his chair bored as his body’s energy just seems to drain from him and lay in a pool on the floor as the Congress goes on and on about how he is a liability to America and her safety which causes Peter to want to spew venom. A liability to America and a danger his ass, a very nice ass at that Tony had noted.

The crowds all hushed, an eerie silence casting over them like a cold blanket when James Rhodes walked in and through the people, parting them like an ocean with Moses and he does stop at Peter, giving a bow of respect. Peter smiles, tears filling his irises and dilating his pupils.

“Rhodey!” Tony calls, a light jog springing his feet forward as he places a hand onto his shoulder, a smile on his face and blush light on his cheek while he glanced at Peter.

“You ok Peter?” Tony murmurs softly, trying to keep their conversation on the down low and Peter gives an undetectable nod as he grasps his lip between his teeth.

“I’m fine…”

“Mr Rhodes, can you please read paragraph 4 on page 53.”

“You’re asking me to read specifics out of context?”

“Mhm.”

Rhodes recited the paragraph expertly and it caused Tony’s mood to go through the floor and right to the core of the Earth. Even if he didn’t believe that Rhodey would betray him like that, he was broken from his paragraph.

“Stark, you think that only you have these weapons and you are sorely wrong. Just watch this.”

The screens displayed a small base and Tony had to bite his tongue and suppress the snort that wanted to escape at the sheer humility of this. He knew that every single one of his suits was ten times more advanced and sophisticated than the other competitors that thrived for the top spot.

His fingers furiously tapped and swiped on his dependable phone and he searched for the file that he required, smirking to himself when he held up the device to the screens, hacking into them.

Peter looked at the screens, about to stand up to put his leash back on Tony to control him and to make him heel like a good boy, but he hesitated for a second when he saw the makeshift suits that were practically mocking and imitating Tony’s red and gold suits.

“I believe that’s North Korea,” Tony mumbles, swiping left as if to marry up the screen and the phone as a different area appeared on the screen, “That’s Iran.”

The Congress looked at each other as their web of lies tore apart at the seams that had been cleverly weaved and Tony smirked softly when Justin Hammer’s failed attempt came onto the screen.

“Justin look you’re on Tv, God you look a mess.”

Tony smirked, turning to look at Peter as chaos erupted around them and Peter was the only stable thing he could rely on in his life as chaos was the thing that couldn’t touch them. Peter smiled softly and nodded at him, his eyes alight with a flare.

“America is safe with me! I have, and will, protect her! So, good luck Congress!”

“Fuck you Mr Stark, fuck you.” Tony simply stood, grabbing his glasses and slipping them onto his face, blowing a pseudo kiss to the Congressmen before spinning himself towards the cameras, his arm shooting out to yank Peter to his strong chest by his waist, but he didn’t. God he wanted to though.

“So, i will continue to serve this nation for the safety of others at my own pleasure. And if there’s one thing you know about me, it’s that you can always count on me to pleasure myself.”

**

God, Peter’s life had been tossed into a blender and mixed into a mysterious, dangerous and almost bittersweet smoothie that he wasn’t sure he wanted more than one serving of.

“Anthony Edward Stark, i’m gonna-” “Wait, back up you’re not allowed in my lab.” “Are you fucking kidding me? You sold-”

“Hush Peter, give me a minute.”

“A minute? I want a one second break but i don’t fucking get one-” “Ok, all i can tell is that you are pissed off about something.” “You sold our entire art collection to the-..the-”

“Boy scouts of America.”

“Yeah, that!” “And for the record, it was my art collection.” “No, i think i have the right to call it our collection seeing as it took me 5 years to collect everything.”

“Yeah yeah i know Peter, and i am thankful for that.” Tony implores, looking over at him with gleaming chocolate eyes that admire his curvy hourglass figure that he craves.

“You know there are about 8000 things for me to talk to you abou-”

“Oh look at this.” Tony diverts Peter’s fury, trying to take the already sweltering heat of the hellfire that was an irate brunette Peter. He had to admit, his boner was getting harder steadily.

“Tony, i am not talking about your fan art now-”

“I’m hanging this up.”

“Not where the Tom f-”

“Yep.”

Tony carries a portrait of him in his armour over to his small kitchen, his muscly and strong arm giving one full sweep of the marble table to clear it while he hoists himself up, hanging up said portrait while Peter looks up at him with his arms out in exasperation.

“You’re company is in disarray!” 

“Are you kidding me? The stocks are better than they ever have been!”

“Someone needs to manage your company and you aren't! You’re too busy being Iron Man!”

Tony hopped down from his desk, his contemplation finally over as he decided on the decision that could really mess up his chances with Peter, or make them reality.

“I’m trying to make you CEO.”

Peter froze. His lip quivered and he shook softly, his eyes searching into Tony’s to fetch whether they were in a indistinctness of scotch and it was all a drunken aberration. When he couldn’t find anything with his flashlight of wisdom, he had to ask.

“Have you been drinking?”

“Only chlorophyl. Peter, i’ve been thinking about this for a long time now.”

Tony walked over to Dum E who was holding a tray with champagne on it like a waiter and he extended his claw to the Iron Hero who gratefully took it and poured two glasses.

“I thought that there would be legal issues about my successor, but nope. It’s you Peter, it’s always been you.”

Peter began to feel his throat clog with sobs that were desperate to break past his lips and he bit his lip hard while he lowered himself down into the love seat. Tony walked over and sat down swiftly next to him, handing him a glass of champagne.

“I-i don’t know what to think!” Peter laughs, trying to conceal his shock and utter love that multiplied ten fold for the Stark, who gave a smirk and inched his face closer as if to kiss him but instead he simply smirked.

“Don’t think, just drink Peter doll.”

Peter smiled widely, tears finally leaking from his eyes as he clinked his and Tony’s glasses together before sipping as if to seal the deal, and to taste just a bit of Tony seeing as Tony had handed him his champagne. Tony drank too, staring at the brunette with utter lust.

He just wanted him, craved him and needed him.

**

Tony coughed, the overcrowding getting autocratic for him while he held onto Peter’s elbow. A lot of things had occurred to Tony in the time that he had made Peter his CEO, and it was something that he was trying to keep the brunette from knowing anything about.

Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D had sent Natalia to become Peter’s assistant to keep him out of as much danger as possible while still helping Tony out with his superhero double life, but she was playing her part better than any oscar winning actors that Tony had ever heard of.

They were at a dinner of sorts, not that Tony particularly wanted to be there, he had other things on his mind like going in his race car that he had owned for 7 years and used it only to gather dust with, but here he was leading his brand new CEO through the crowds. Peter looked stunning, as ever. He was wrapped in a blue dress that hugged his curves in the best possible ways and fuck that ass though, Tony thought. 

Tony linked their arms together so he wasn’t left adrift in the ocean of people which was making him sea sick already. Peter doesn’t flinch, instead smiles for the camera and leans into Tony’s strong and stable touch.

“Smile for the camera, doll face.” Tony murmured, his teeth tightly closed together in a forced and strained smile and Peter did the same to talk back to him like the snarky bastard he was.

“Yeah, well i wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t forced me to be here.”

“Forced you? Ye-”

“How was your flight Mr Stark?” Natasha butted in, sensing the sexual tension between the two was as bad as the rising sea levels that were occurring. Tony nods softly.

“Very nice indeed Natalia, what have me and Peter got on the board?” “You have a 9:30pm dinner.” “Good, i’ll be there at 11pm.”

“Ok then Mr Sta-”

“Is this our table?” Tony pointed to a sunlit corner table that would bring out Peter’s features gorgeously and would make his smile even more heavenly to Tony. Natasha just nods.

“It can be.”

“Ok good, thank you.”

“Mr Musk, a pleasure.” Peter drawled softly, his luminous with lipgloss lips spreading into a microscopic smile at the man and before Tony could toss a bucket of water on the spark of jealously, it had metastasised into a full fire that was coursing through his veins as well as toxicity from his arc.

“Ah, Elon Musk. Pleasure, loved your idea, ok bye.” Tony rushed as if his words were competing in a marathon with his body that was yanking harshly on Peter’s elbow to drag him away, which he successfully did and made his way over to the bar.

Peter’s stilettos clicked while he walked, his arm linked into Tony’s as they leaned against the mahogany bar table. Peter was jealous too, Natasha was way prettier than him and he couldn’t help but think that Tony had a hard on for her. 

“Sorry about dragging you here, i should have-” “Is that Tony Stark?” The annoying, just as headache inducing as a real hammer, Justin Hammer drawled as a hot young blonde accompanied him as if to give Peter a showdown for best slut. Tony bites his tongue hard, pulling Peter to his body a bit closer as if worried Hammer would snatch him away.

“My least favourite person, Justin Hammer.” 

Peter just coughs to mask the giggle that escaped his lips, making up the excuse that he had a cold and that he was extremely sorry and the billionaire could see straight through the lie, but Hammer thankfully couldn’t.

“So, am i allowed a spot at the expo then?” “When you make something that actually works then i’ll give you a spot.”

Peter sat at the corner table, and Tony was right. It had brought out his smile to be more gorgeous than the Iron hero had ever imagined, more beautiful was his glimmering hair that had stubborn little strands that wouldn’t fall into line, and oh how breathtaking was his eyes holding the beams of the sun captive and using them against Tony to make him fall impossibly deeper in love.

“Blood toxicity 47%” 

Tony stared at himself in the mirror and just let himself stop and think about others; What would his company be like if he didn’t come up with a solution? What would Happy do? What would Peter do without him?

He nodded softly to himself and looked at his own chocolate eyes. “Any more crazy ideas, Tony?”

**

The sun was illuminating the floor of the Stark jet, they were on their way home and Tony definitely did not want to go home. He may have wrecked his home, may have had a fight with Rhodes, but overall he had spent more time with Peter and that outweighed everything.

Peter was tightly buckled to his seat, wary of aircrafts ever since his parents’ death on one, but he didn’t dwell on it much. He was watching the news, his leg crossed over the other and the grey straight skirt he always wore when he meant business was hugging his knees securely.

Tony was standing at the doorway to the seating area, a small plate in his hand that he had poured over for 3 hours to try and make Peter a meal fit for a princess. The media was currently despising Tony, and that then spread to Peter who was one of the only ones who had not betrayed him or lost faith in him.

“And in other news, Tony Stark has-”

“Mute.” Tony called for Jarvis to mute, not wanting Peter to stress about anything more than what he already had on his crammed plate. Peter didn’t react except for a small head bow down to his lap and a little lip nibble, but he just gave a tiny smile to Tony when he sat across from him and set the plate on the table.

“What is that?” “You’re in-flight meal.”

“Did you just make that?”

“Where do you think i’ve been for the past three hours?”

Peter smiles softly. The meal looked completely repugnant, but seeing as Tony made it for him he absolutely adored it even with it’s undesirable appearance.

“Thank you Tony…I can tell something’s bothering you, what’s up?” Peter queries gently, he doesn’t want to startle Tony and make the scared man crawl back into his protective bubble in which no one could penetrate. 

“I don’t wanna go home.” Tony admits softly while his chocolate eyes gaze over at his brunette stunner.

“Tony…”

“Peter, i’m serious…Let’s go back, relax.” “Tony, i’m CEO i can’t just up and leave.” “As CEO, you’re entitled to a bit of leave.”

“A leave? With everything going on?”

“Well yeah, it gives us time to rethink our plans and recharge our batteries.”

“Not everybody runs on batteries, Tony.” The two locked gazes, Peter’s honey eyes subduing underneath Tony’s heavier and more dominant chocolate eyes as they gave each other sombre smiles. Neither of them wanted it to go back to the way it was; business and nothing else. But, Tony wanted it to be so much more and he was starting to believe that Peter wanted it too.

**

The expo was up in flames, it was all going wrong and to say that Peter was perturbed was an understatement. He was stuck with Natalia, who’s name he had learned was actually a fucking Russian assassin, but she was insisting that she would go to Hammer’s facility and take care of the drones there.

Tony was in complete and utter chaos, it consumed him and ravaged at him, tearing him down and then giving him the adrenaline to continue fighting against the Hammer drones. He knew he hated Justin for a reason. But Peter, Tony was in a hysteria about him. He didn’t have the armour he had, he didn’t have protection apart from Natasha who was preoccupied with Happy at Hammer’s building. Rhodes was by his side in War Machine, but Peter was no where to be seen and he could feel his arc skip beats.

Peter’s stilettos clicked as fast as a cheetah ran, he was desperate to get up to the technicians and ask just what the hell was going on, and that he was tell them exactly where to shove it if they couldn’t save Tony. He slapped the head of the main technician hard before leaning over his shoulder like a dark shadow that threatened to strike.

“What the fuck is happening? You get me all the details now, hack into those drones and decipher the code their using, then use the same code to shut them down.” “Yes boss.” Peter looked at the window, screaming loudly as glass shattered from a direct collision with Tony Stark, who simply recovered and flew off, and if Peter wasn’t already irate enough, when Justin smirked he was livid. He felt his hand whip harshly against Justin’s cheek before his brain even woke it’s self up from it’s panicked sleep paralysis. He ran to the window, gazing out and feeling his knees go week whenever he saw Tony.

There was no point in hiding his attraction to him anymore, he was just now worried for his safety and that they would both make it out of there, live to tell the tale and finally end the beautiful dance that had them positioned an arms length apart for their ballet to work. It was finally drawing to curtain.

“Tony!” Peter heard screamed, he couldn’t even tell if it was him in all of the confusion, he was sure it was however as he ran back to the technician, “What have you got so far?” “There all programmed in different ways, different languages.” “Use the main one, deactivate as many as you can.”

Tony and Rhodes do it, of course with the help of Natasha, Happy and definitely Peter who had apprehended Justin Hammer and handed him over to Natasha whom had taken him away quickly.

One little blip still remained on the radar. The Hammer drones were set to blow, their objective to blow the Stark expo to fragments and erase it from America’s memory.

“Tones, these things are gonna blow.” “Peter…” Was the first whisper from the Iron Hero, fuck the people, fuck his expo. If there was one thing that he needed to save from his expo, it was his Peter. The paths or smoke diverged onto different paths, one heading up to the stars to fly away and run, the other bolting to the right sharply, the dangerous path, the path to life.

Peter was standing stationary by the entrance of Stark expo, something he had put his whole life into making perfect for Tony, and on the floor there laid a wrecked and dismantled Hammer drone that was pulsating with a blinking light as red as blood. Peter looked over confused, his brows furrowing softly as if they were digging down his features.

“What the-” 

Metal boots clanked hazily next to him, heat swarming around his ankles from the deactivated boosters and a strong arm wrapped around his curved waist, yanking him upwards to try and catch up to his skyrocketing heart. Tony flew upwards expeditiously, holding the brunette CEO to his chest while he bolted out of the general vicinity, flying to a nearby roof while explosions billowed in his wake.

Tony set down gently, still holding Peter while his suit twitched as though it had been personally burned while his suits wires cackled and sparkled. Peter squealed, his legs almost giving way from the stress while he shoved Tony backwards hard, pissed off, angry and fuck so scared and in love. Tony ripped his helmet off, throwing it to the side.

“Oh my God, i can’t take this anymore!” Peter whimpered out almost pitifully, tears pouring down his cheeks at the thought of having to leave his boss, but his body was starting to go into stress induced shut down.

“What do you mean you can’t?” “I can’t take this!” “I mean look at me!” “I literally cannot handle the stress! I never know if you’re gonna,” he swallowed thickly to try and hold up his stance against the tears that were threatening to spill again, “get yourself killed or wreck the whole company!”

“Hey, i think i did ok!” As if to marry up with his statement, an explosion sounded around 50 feet away from where his gesture had pointed to.

“I-i quit, i’m resigning! That’s it.” That hit Tony like a thousand Hammer drones piled on top of each other and they had detonated at the same time onto his arc reactor. God, Tony couldn’t let Peter just walked out of his world and life like this, he had to get him back.

“What did you just say? You’re done?” Tony stepped closer, his suit obeying as he got closer to the brunette who had breathed life to his arc.

“That’s surprising, well actually it isn’t surprising, ok, i got it and you don’t have to make any excuses.”

“Listen i’m not making any excuses-” “Well, you actually were making exudes but you don’t have to-” “No i wasn’t making excuses, because i’m actually very justified and-” “You deserve better, Peter.”

“Well...” “You’ve taken such good care of me. Been in a tough spot and you got me through it. Yeah, right?” “Right, and thank you for understanding.” “No problem, now let’s talk about the clean up-” “I’ll have everything done for you Tony.”

“And about your transit-” “Yeah, but for you it’s like dog years, it’s like the President’s-” Rough lips glided over smoother ones. Tony’s lips glided over Peter’s. Their lips locked around each other, intertwining desperately and completely loved enveloped as they pressed onto the others. Tony held Peter’s waist, something he had craved to do for a long while, and just kissed him. He hoped this was enough to make the brunette stay with him, he needed it to be enough. Peter kissed back, his hands finding their resting place on his chest, cupping his arc reactor.

“Weird?” Tony queries as their lips finally part, and Peter pants softly, looking up at him and cupping his cheek with his thumb gliding gently over his ear.

“No, i don’t think it’s weird…” Peter can only whisper as he inches his face closer again, ready to dive head first into another sweet and love filled kiss and Tony followed his lead. “Good, run that by me again.” Tony murmurs while yanking him fully closer and up to his lips so that they connected again in another addicting kiss that made the brunette moan softly.

“Yeah, i think it’s weird.”

Their lips parted feverishly again, but their hands remained in place as the two turned to face Rhodes, Tony’s face once of anger at the disruption, and Peter’s one of embarrassment at the intrusion.

“You guys look like two seals fighting over a grape.”

“I-i just quit.” Peter rushed to defend himself and Tony nodded softly with his arms still around his waist and hugging him to his chest as if to protect him from the outside world.

“You two don’t even need to pretend, i heard it all.” “You should get lost.” Tony chimed in, pointing an accusing finger at Rhodes who had to stifle the chuckle that wanted to escape his lips.

“I was here first, you two should get a roof.”

“I thought you had a one liner.” “That was the last one.”

“You kicked ass back there by the way.” “Thank you, you too. Listen, my car got taken out in the explosion so i;m gonna have to hang on to your suit for a while.”

“Not ok, not ok.”

“Wasn’t a question.”

Tony held Peter tight as Rhodes became air born and flew off speedily, and it caused Tony to give a small chuckle before he turned to Peter and held his hands tight.

“How you gonna resign hm?”

**

Tony gave Fury a look as he stood up and looked at him, a tiny smile spreading across his lips while he nodded.

“Listen, i’m trying to do right by Peter, we’re in a relationship.”

“I got that, but we think it’s best for you to be a consultant.” “Ok, but can i ask for a small favour?”

“Shoot.” Tony smirked as the Congressman presented his honour, oh it was such a lovely dose of karma that Tony had induced but yet only one thing remained on his mind as he beckoned his beloved onto the stage with him.

“My darling, how about you stand right here?” Tony husked, tucking Peter into his waist and kissing him deeply in front of every single paparazzi he could see, and Peter cupped his cheek while kissing back softly with a smile plastered on his face.

“Alright, pictures!”

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[junghelioseok]

fluff 2,6,9 jungkook 🥺

❛❛ i’m pregnant. ❜❜

❛❛ is that my shirt? ❜❜

❛❛ i’ve been in love with you since we were kids. ❜❜

You cannot believe it. 

Shakily, you flush the toilet and wash your hands, mind reeling all the while. Your heart is beating a mile a minute, and you’re pretty sure your stomach is trying to claw its way up your throat. Splashing some water on your face, you take a few moments to just breathe—willing your hunched body to relax as water drips down your nose and chin.

And then the front door slams. It’s a telltale sign that your husband is home, and you cast one last glance at the innocuous little stick sitting on the counter before straightening up and drying off. Sucking in a deep breath, you exit the bathroom and wander into the living room where your husband is hanging up his jacket.

“Hey.”

“Hey, babe.” Jungkook doesn’t look up from where he’s beginning to look through the mail, rifling through the envelopes and magazines with a crease between his brows. His hair is windswept and his tie is loose, but he still looks just as effortlessly handsome as ever. Padding a little closer to him, you clear your throat.

“How was your day?” you ask tentatively.

Jungkook glances up, brown eyes crinkling at the corners as he offers you a tired smile. “It was okay.” Then his gaze flickers southward, one brow rising as he takes in your attire. “Wait, is that my shirt?”

You nod, shrugging as you fiddle with the soft material of the loose band tee. “It’s comfy.” 

“That’s because I’ve had it since high school,” Jungkook says with a laugh. “Linkin Park—god, that was a long time ago. You remember my emo phase, don’t you?”

You do. You don’t think you could forget if you tried—driving around town with the windows down and the music blaring, the two of you screaming along to the lyrics. Jungkook is your best friend, and has been for years. It wasn’t until high school that he became something more, stumbling through his confession in the parking lot of your favorite karaoke bar one dreary afternoon, the words tumbling out of him like an avalanche. You remember how nervous he’d been, his palms clammy with sweat and shaking with trepidation. 

You’re equally nervous now—if not even more so. Your hands are trembling again, and the motion doesn’t go unnoticed by your husband. “Babe,” Jungkook murmurs, the crease between his brows deepening. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?”

You swallow, nodding furiously as he approaches you and takes ahold of your hands. “Y-yeah. I’m fine. I just… well, it’s just that I’m…”

Jungkook leans down, gazing into your eyes searchingly. “You’re what? Babe? You’re scaring me a little here.”

Once again, you think back to the little stick on the bathroom counter. And then you gather yourself, taking a deep breath—and then another, just for good measure—before exhaling your confession in a rush. 

“I’m pregnant.”

Silence. Jungkook is seemingly frozen, his fingers still wrapped protectively around your own. Only his pupils give him away, flitting madly across your features as he searches your face for any trace of deceit. “P-pregnant?” His voice quivers. “Are… are you sure?”

“Positive,” you breathe. “I’ve taken the test three times now.”

Slowly, Jungkook releases a long breath. “Wow,” he whispers, staring out into the distance. “Wow.”

When he doesn’t speak again, you decide It’s your turn to ask questions. “Jungkook?” You give his hand a squeeze, soft and gentle. “You okay?”

Your voice seems to bring out of whatever reverie he’d fallen into. “More than okay,” he murmurs, reaching up to cup your face in his hands. “So much more than okay.”

All your worries dissipate under his touch, replaced instead by something warm and ebullient sparking in your tummy. You’re not sure if it’s joy or the new life growing within, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is Jungkook, and the infectious grin that’s spreading across his handsome face. 

“I love you,” Jungkook breathes, stroking the apples of your cheeks with his thumbs before planting a soft, sweet kiss on your waiting mouth. “I’ve been in love with you since we were kids. And now you’re telling me we’re having a kid of our own? I couldn’t be happier.”

for my two-year anniversary: send me a member and a prompt and i’ll write you a drabble!

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[davieslandon]

Flashback || Landon & Roman

Discord thread featuring: Landon & @romanbeckett​

When: After Landon’s car accident

Where: London

Mentions: -

Description: Roman takes care of Landon after his accident and tries to explain they’re no longer dating even though Landon doesn’t remember.

Trigger Warnings: mention of car accident and injuries, feels 

Roman.

His apartment was small, and not near what it should be in order to be taking care of someone after an accident, but when Roman heard what had happened to Landon, he hopped the first plane he could book, and flew straight home. He’d been living in Tokyo, enjoying the completely different culture, learning massage, and never in a million years did he think he’d be torn back to London for something like this. Landon had been asking for Roman, because for all Landon knew, Ro was still very much his boyfriend, and Harry was a perfect stranger. Roman’s hair was a mess. Pulled up in a loose bun that was falling around his face, puffy from crying after trying to get himself together. “Hey.” He croaked as he walked into the bedroom, his own bed all set up for Landon so he could be comfortable. “I brought food.”

LANDON

As soon as Landon saw his boyfriend (or who he thought as his boyfriend) he tried to sit up and winced when a wave of pain ran through his whole body. The doctors kept saying how lucky he was to have gotten out of the accident the way he didn’t but he didn’t feel so lucky. A broken leg, fractured arm, broken ribs not to mention the fact that his face looked like it had gone through a meat grinder. “Ro baby”, he rasped, trying to hold his good hand out. “What have you got? Don’t think I can eat much.”

Roman.

Roman stopped dead in his tracks when Landon called him baby, something he hadn’t heard leave the other’s mouth in a couple years. He’d changed so much physically, Landon would notice that once he was closer. His baby fat long gone, cheekbone, and jaw more defined, long curls instead of his frat boy phase. He was different. They were both different, and now it was like he was being thrust back into the past, completely unprepared, and scared to say the wrong thing. “I Ehm, I’m glad you’re awake. It’s jus’ soup. Nothing heavy.” He explained as he got a bed tray set up for the smaller across his lap, avoiding eye contact as he arranged everything.

LANDON

Everything seemed so different to Landon, and it wasn’t just the way Roman looked. He was older than he remembered but he knew that was because of his amnesia. The doctors explained that he’d lost a few years after the accident so obviously his boyfriend looked different than he remembered. Landon himself probably looked different as well. It was Roman’s behaviour that was worrying him the most. At first he put it off to worry after the accident. It couldn’t be easy for him to see Landon in this state. But it seemed to be getting worse by the day and Landon couldn’t understand. Why was his boyfriend acting so strange? Avoiding his eyes at all costs, freezing at random times...it was starting to worry him. “Are you...are you okay love?”

Roman.

Roman could have broke the fuck down right there when Landon asked if he was okay like that, like nothing had changed, like they were still together and head over heels in love, and Ro hadn’t been off in Tokyo for two years trying to move on. He was scared to be honest with Landon, they were supposed to ease him into this, but how was letting him think everything was fine going to help the man? “No...I jus’ — Landon...” Ro took a seat at the edge of the bed, looking off to the side as he closed his eyes, and took in a deep breath. “You’re married now, and it’s not to me.” There, he said it, still looking at the wall because he couldn’t bare seeing the look on the smaller’s face. “You broke up with me two years ago.”

LANDON

Landon could have burst out laughing right then and there if laughing didn’t hurt his ribs so much. Is this Roman’s idea of a joke? He was about to say just that when he realised his boyfriend still wasn’t looking at him, resolutely staring at the wall in order to avoid eye contact. He was being serious but...what? How? Landon loved him. He wanted to marry him, have kids, a family...why the fuck would he ever break up with him? Two years couldn’t change things so much, they just couldn’t. And married to someone else? That was ridiculous. “What the hell are you talking about? This isn’t funny.” But Roman wasn’t laughing and he still wasn’t looking at him damn it. “Will you just fucking look at me? Please.” Landon hurt all over and couldn’t even sit up in bed without some help and now his boyfriend (ex-boyfriend?) wouldn’t even give him the time of day. “I just...I don’t understand. I love you”, his voice broke on the last word.

Roman.

Damn this hurt. He had to go through this AGAIN?! It was hard enough dealing with this the first time, how was he supposed to sit here, and convince Landon that they weren’t together when it still killed him every day. It hurt to hear that he loved him, he’d spent so fucking long trying to convince himself that he didn’t, just so he could move on. God, this was his worst fucking nightmare. “Let’s not push it right now.” Roman turned to look at the smaller, evidence of tears having formed in his eyes. “You have so much healing to do landon, it’s a miracle you’re even alive.” He sniffed, not even wanting to think about it. “We need to get you strong.”

LANDON

Landon wanted to push it. He wanted to know why Roman was treating him like a stranger, what led to them being here because he couldn't...wouldn't...believe that they really weren't together anymore. And if that really was the case...why the fuck would he have gotten married to anyone else? But he could see that this was taking its toll on Roman and on him as well. Just a few days before he was in a coma, he shouldn't be taking on so much at once. Landon wanted answers but it was almost as if his body was telling him otherwise. "I'm fine." Now that was definitely a lie but if there was one thing he really hated, it was feeling weak.

Roman.

“You’re not fine.” Ro leveled with the smaller, his tears now freely falling down his face because the fear left over from getting that phone call was still enough to make him feel sick. He’d never been scared like that in his life, and now? Now what? He of course was the one person landon wanted to see the most, and here he was putting his life on hold to nurse his ex boyfriend back to health because he was still so fucking in love with him, it was suffocating. “Please. Eat.” He gestured towards the soup, and then reached to take his hair down. He was starting to get a migraine, and wearing it up wasn’t helping. Ro shook a hand through his longer curls before they hit his shoulders, and thankfully provided a distraction to his tears.

LANDON

The last thing he wanted was to make Roman cry but he was just so confused. It felt like one second he was living the best life with his boyfriend and the next he was waking up in this strange world were there seemed to be no place for him. It left him feeling useless and lost. Without another word, Landon picked up the spoon with his good hand and took a few careful sips, being careful not to overdo it. The last time Roman brought him food he ate too much too fast and the other barely managed to get him out of bed fast enough to reach the toilet in time. That was embarrassing, to say the least. His eyes kept drifting to Roman though, watching him run his fingers through his long hair. "I love your hair like this...the extra length really suits you. I think you look beautiful."

Roman.

Ro did manage to blush when the smaller complimented his hair, and said he looked beautiful, which prompted him to tuck some long curls behind his ear. He always wondered what Landon might think of his hair. They had kind of been distant since he grew it out. “Thank you. I wasn’t sure if you’d like it or not.” He admitted honestly, turning so he could face the other a little better. “You really scared the shit out of me, Lan. I don’t think I’ve ever booked a plane ticket so fast in my life.”

LANDON

"I love it." Seeing the way his cheeks turned red at the compliment made him want to run his own hands through Roman's hair and he probably would have, if he could actually move. Landon prided himself on always being on the go, always having something to do or somewhere to be so spending all this time stuck in bed was going to take some getting used to. "I'm really sorry. I...I'm still not sure what happened exactly. All I know is that the other guy ran a red light but I was speeding so I guess I'm to blame as well. Sorry for worrying you but I guess I'm thankful you came all the way back to London. My mum told me you were in Tokyo?" Landon had been confused over why his boyfriend/not-boyfriend was in Tokyo and why he wasn't there with him.

Roman.

The last thing Roman wanted to hear right now was that Landon loved his hair. Months ago, maybe he’d be dying for that, to have any attention from the smaller, but now if just felt...like a fever dream. This wasn’t Landon, not the real, current Landon. Roman’s boyfriend Landon was gone. “Don’t be sorry, I’m jus’ glad you’re okay.” His soft green eyes scanned his former lover, a vulnerability there he couldn’t hide. “Yeah, I’ve been living there for about a year and a half now.” Roman smirked, because he knew Landon was going to get a kick out of this. “I’m a masseuse! I also act and intern for this really awesome theater company there. It’s a blast honestly, Landon, you have to see it there. It’s so different from London.” Clearly this was a joyous subject for the actor.

LANDON

That wasn't exactly what Landon was expecting but he could oddly imagine Roman as a masseuse. And he seemed to be living his dream as well, working closer towards getting his own theater company. He was happy. Landon kept thinking of what his boyfriend told him...about how they broke up two years and how he was married now. He still didn't believe that could ever happen but...it was beginning to make more sense. Why else would he be all the way in Tokyo while he was in New York when he crashed? But then....Roman was so happy so he was doing well and where did that leave him? "Oh wow, that's great! I knew you could do it."

Roman.

Roman was technically sharing happy news, but it didn’t feel that way. Ro’s happy news for Landon was just an empty feeling - knowing that everything he thought he knew was completely different now. “I moved back here for now.” For you. “Gotta make sure ya have a familiar face.” He smirked, trying to lighten the mood just a bit. “You seemed pretty happy too though. From what I could see.” He tried to assure the smaller, even though it hurt to say it.

LANDON

For now. That left a bitter taste in his mouth. The doctors were positive that he was going to get back his memories eventually but what if that didn't happen? What happens then? He apparently had a husband he didn't remember and an ex-boyfriend he was still in love with. Then there was the fact that his mum kept telling him Elle missed New York. She missed seeing Des and Aaron and Alison but he couldn't go back. He didn't know anyone there, his family was here. Roman was here, even though Landon felt bad the other had moved back to London temporarily just for him even though he apparently broke up with him and what the hell was he thinking doing that. He ignored what Roman said about looking happy, he didn't want to hear it. "How's Elle? Haven't seen her since I woke up...I don't want to scare her."

Roman.

“Elle is fine. Don’t worry.” Elle thankfully was so young, that she didn’t know much of what was going on. Roman was jealous. “How about you though? How’s your pain?” Ro was of course in charge of administering meds, and making sure that Landon had everything he needed. Of course the mother hen in him was thriving, but he’d always been a natural at taking care of the smaller. “You need to eat.”

LANDON

All Landon wanted to do was to see his daughter again, hug her close and tell her that everything was going to be okay but he knew the sight of him would probably scare her. She was too young to see the state he'd reduced himself to so hugging Elle again would have to wait until he recovered a little more. "My pain's...fine? I can't really move without somewhere hurting but if I stay really still I can pretend this is all some weird dream." That was a bit of an exaggeration, obviously. "I had some soup, isn't that enough?"

Roman.

"You had...a bite of soup." Roman sighed, and then let his eyes settle on the smaller for a moment. He hated seeing him so battered up, and the fact that this was the first time he'd even SEEN Landon in well over a year...it just...it was a lot. To Landon, he'd probably JUST seen Ro. This was hard. "Landon, I haven't seen you in a year and a half, but trust me, I am just as stubborn as ever, and I WILL force this soup down your throat." He threatened, the hint of a smirk at the corner of his full pink lips.

LANDON

Roman was probably one of the most stubborn people he knew but Landon was also quite stubborn himself and he had a way of getting what he wants. “How come you haven’t seen me in a year and a half?” he asked, trying to catch him off guard. “I get that apparently we broke up but we’ve been in each other’s lives since we were young kids. So...why?” Were things between them really that bad? “Tell you what, if you tell me what happened I’ll eat the soup and you won’t even have to force it on me. Deal?”

Roman.

Ro swallowed hard when Landon asked why he hadn’t seen him in a year and a half. The main reason of course being he was in Tokyo, but he also knew that wasn’t exactly an excuse. “Well I just...” he shook his head, looking down at his lap, feeling taken off guard. All of this was taking him off guard frankly. “You got married, and I guess it was just hard for me, after the breakup. Selfish. I know.” He let out a humorless chuckle.

LANDON

It hurt that apparently they were at a point where they barely even saw each other but Landon could understand. If it was the other way around and he had to watch Roman get married and live a happy life with someone else, he doubted he would be able to stick around to see it. So even though he still wasn't sure what happened and it killed him to know things were so bad between them, he nodded in acceptance and picked up the spoon again. "You're not selfish",  he mumbled before he started taking small sips of his soup. "A deal's a deal."

Roman.

Roman did manage a small smile when Landon started to do as he was told, eating on his soup like a good little boy. He wasn’t gonna say that outloud, but it was endearing as fuck. “Gotta keep food on your stomach with those pain pills.” The actor muttered before he was pushing himself up off the bed to gather the laundry basket he’d brought into the room to finish earlier. He began picking out each article of clothing, folding them for Landon, just as he used to do when they lived together. It made him sad, and yeah, all of this was harder for Ro than he’d ever even admit to himself, but he loved Landon with all his heart, and it wasn’t even a question when he’d gotten that phone call, that this would be what he was doing. “Do you have anymore questions for me?” He muttered without even looking at the other male, knowing his head was probably full of curiosity.

LANDON

That was probably a good point considering he was currently living off of pain medication for his various injuries. The soup wasn’t even bad but keeping anything down was a chore and Landon would much rather sleep the rest of his day away at this point. He was so grateful to Ronan for dropping everything to come back to London and take care of him, even though he did feel guilty about it. There was one question that he was desperate to ask but he couldn’t be too sure of Roman’s reaction so when the other asked him if he wanted to know anything else, he took the opportunity. “How did we break up?” he asked, trying to gauge Roman’s reaction. “What happened?”

Roman.

Roman slowed down his movements when Landon asked how they broke up, because for some reason, he hadn’t expected that question. It took him so off guard, he was having trouble breathing. Where was his fucking inhaler? “You thought you were holding me back, that we were drifting apart. We were so busy all the time, and I guess jus’...living two different lives.” Ro finally replied, still not looking at the smaller as he continued folding clothes. “Then you met Harry.”

LANDON

Landon winced because that sounded like something he would do. He never thought he would get to the point where he would break up with Roman but if it was ever going to happen, it made sense that it was for that reason. Especially since Roman's career seemed to be taking off. Maybe he could bring himself to accept that but Harry...that's still something he couldn't wrap his head around. How could he ever find someone else if he couldn't have Roman? The idea of it seemed ridiculous. "I don't get it. When I woke up and my mum talked to me about Elle...the first thought that came to my head was that we were raising her together." Landon regretted saying it out loud the second it was out of his mouth. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

Roman.

Ro closed his eyes when those words came out of Landon’s mouth, because fuck. This was what he would have died to hear before the smaller’s accident, and why the hell did it have to happen this way? Why did landon have to be hurt? Married? Ro’s heart was hurting, and he felt tears start to prick at the back of his eyes before he looked straight up to try and coax them to go away. “Yeah, well.” His voice cracked a little, and he gripped the sides of the laundry basket. “Life is weird I guess.”

LANDON

Landon knew he shouldn't have said that but at the same time it was the truth. If he got married to Harry he knew that he must have loved him because marriage wasn't something he would take lightly but he just couldn't remember him. Why the hell would he remember his daughter but not his husband? He even remembered Roman and how much he loved him. That had to mean something right? A part of him felt guilty for Harry because he knew he must be hurting him even though he didn't know him but Roman was his life. "I love you Ro."

Roman.

Ro picked up the basket, fully intending on doing something with it until landon said he loved him. That’s when he dropped it, right on his fucking foot, which caused a lot of cursing under his breath. “Love you, too.” He managed, knowing full well Landon was saying it in a way that meant so much more than the tone Ro was responding with. Not that Roman wasn’t in love with Landon. That would never stop. He just. Fuck. “But I think...” Ro turned to look at the smaller, sighing prior to dropping down to grab the laundry. “I think maybe you fell out of love with me, and that’s fine. It happens.” Yeah, okay. “Eat your soup, and I’ll put on a film.”

LANDON

Landon's eyes opened wide when Roman dropped the laundry basket right on foot. He made a movement almost as if he was going to get up but the pain running through his whole body made him pause with a cause. "Ah shit", he hissed. "Are you okay?" He so desperately wanted to get out of this stupid bed and run to Roman's side but he knew he was stuck there for the time being. His face fell at Roman's words and he quickly shook his head to deny it. "Forget the freaking soup. That's not true and you know it. I love you and it's fine if you don't anymore but you can't decide how I feel."

Roman.

Roman looked panicked when Landon hurt himself trying to get out of bed, holding his hand up in protest like he was going to somehow stop what had already happened from happening. His heart was breaking all over again, and he didn’t even know that was possible. He was shaking his head, not wanting to get into this right now, not when Landon was recovering like this. “I don’t know what I was supposed to think. You invited me to your wedding, and got upset that I didn’t come. Of course I didn’t go. Of course I love still you.” Ro muttered, and then ran a shaky hand through his hair. “But, you broke my heart. I’m jus’, please. We don’t have to do this.”

LANDON

Landon desperately wanted to talk about this and explain his reasoning for inviting him to his wedding but how could he when he couldn't even remember said wedding? He almost wanted to travel to the past just so he could slap himself in the face. "I can't tell you what I was thinking when I did that but I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. And I know I broke your heart...well I don't actually know that but I know you wouldn't lie to me about it", he sighed. "You're right, I shouldn't hve brought it up. Sorry."

Roman.

Roman had no idea what to say now, because it’s not like anything in life was ever in place to teach you how to deal with this sort of thing. All he knew what landon needed him right now, and despite everything, he was gonna fucking push through it. “Don’t be sorry. You’re confused, and want to know.” He assured the smaller before moving over to sit down on the bed, choosing that over laundry right now. “I jus’...I wish I could give you the answers you want.” He muttered from the end of the bed as he looked over at his best friend. “I wish I could fix all of this.”

LANDON

Landon wanted to remember everything because he didn’t like feeling like a part of his life was a complete blank but he was scared of what he would remember. He wasn’t sure it was the life he really wanted to be living and at least right now he could pretend this was it, with the excuse of not remembering how it really was. He knew that wasn’t fair on Roman and that he should let him get back to his own life but Landon was selfish like that and wanted to enjoy these moments with Roman to the fullest. “It’s okay. I know it’s something I’m going to have to figure out on my own eventually”, he shrugged. “I wish things could be simpler but I guess this is the hand i was dealt and I have to deal with it.”

Roman.

Roman couldn’t help himself, and reached for his hand, something he always did when he wanted to help, and didn’t know what to do. This was fucking hard for the both of them, having to relive this over again. It was like pouring lemon juice into a cut. “I’ll be here to help you through it, every step of the way. I moved back after all.” He managed a small smirk, and then squeezed Landon’s hand. “I’m jus’ so fucking glad you’re okay, Landon. I was so-“ his throat got tight, tears threatening to peak again. “You scared the shit out of me.

LANDON

Landon squeezed back his hand as well as he could and gave him a shaky smile. This was the perfect opportunity to tell Roman that he should get back to his life in Tokyo. It wasn’t fair of him to put it on hold just for Landon but he couldn’t get himself to say the words. They were in each other’s presence again. Maybe this could be their opportunity to stop being strangers. “I know, I’m sorry. I was careless and...well, now I’m suffering the consequences of that. If it helps, I don’t think I’m going to be driving again any time soon.” He hated upsetting Roman and he knew that seeing him like this was upsetting the other boy. He would be the same if it was the other way around.

Roman.

Ro nodded, trying his best not to full on sob, especially since landon was trying to make it light hearted, but he couldn’t hold it back anymore. He just exploded, and started crying like a fucking baby. He crawled up the bed to make a place beside the smaller, curling up against Landon like a dog who’d been missing his owner. Man, that was kind of ironic. He certainly felt that on a spiritual level. The actor didn’t say anything else, instead just nuzzling against his best friend, and hoping he didn’t somehow disappear.

LANDON

The last thing he wanted was to make Roman cry but he also knew it was to be expected in the situation they were in. He managed to keep up the facade longer than he would have thought, all things considered. Roman was as considerate as ever, getting in on the side were Landon wasn’t so wrapped up in bandages he resembled an Egyptian mummy. Wrapping an arm around the other boy, he brought him in closer, kissing his forehead and humming soothingly. “I’m okay, I’m okay I promise baby.”

Roman.

it was like Roman couldn’t help but slip back into that role, the role that felt responsible for taking care of Landon, and cuddling into him like this. He knew as he was doing it, that he shouldn’t be. The man was married, they were broken up, even if landon didn’t remember it. But. Hearing the smaller call him baby was his downfall, and he knew he was done for. “I know, I jus’...” he sniffed, and closed his eyes while still laying against Landon. “I’m glad you are.”

LANDONBOT12/09/2020

“I know and I promise I’m not going anywhere, okay? I’m staying right here.” Well, he didn’t have much choice about that considering he couldn’t get out of bed right now but he was referring to longer than that and he knew Roman would understand what he meant. Landon didn’t know what he was going to do about the Harry situation. He knew he wouldn’t have married him without a good reason but how could he be with someone he didn’t even remember when the man he loved was right here, cuddled next to him? He kissed the other on the forehead again before whispering against his skin. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me Ro.”

Roman.

How could Roman keep denying that this was everything he’d wanted for the last several years? He’d wanted so badly to be in Landon’s arms again, and to hear that he was the best thing to happen to someone, especially Landon, his best friend. His love. He struggled so badly with self esteem, and abandonment, obviously. Children of abuse handle it in different ways as adults, but Ro had always so heavily relied on Landon, and maybe that wasn’t always easy for the smaller. It was one of the many thoughts Roman had in thinking back to their breakup. Was it his fault, was he too much to deal with? “I don’t know about that, but you’re definitely the best thing that ever happened to me.”

LANDON

Landon smiled at hearing the other’s words and he so badly wanted to kiss him right now, show him just how much he meant what he said but he wasn’t sure Roman would appreciate it. He didn’t want to push him away because he knew the other knew things that Landon couldn’t remember. More than ever, he wished he would remember just so he could tell Roman that he knew everything and it didn’t change anything. He still loved him. That was going to take time though. The doctors told him he could get his memories at any time, within a few days or it could take years. There was also the possibility that he would never remember but Landon didn’t want to think about that.

Roman.

Ro could stay here all day, snuggling Landon, telling him how much he meant. But, they couldn’t do that. This wasn’t old times. Roman pulled back to look at the smaller, their faces a lot closer together than he really planned on them being, but at the same time, it’s not like he was startled. How many times had they been this close in their entire lifetime? Too many times to count, and yet it still made his tummy swoop. His eyes traveled from Landon’s blues, to his lips, and then back again, a small smirk on his face because he just. Sigh. What were they doing?

LANDON

With the way Roman was looking at him, how was he supposed to stay away? It was impossible and so he finally stopped fighting it and leaned in, pressing his lips to Roman’s in a soft kiss. He was careful of how he moved, not wanting to hurt himself and ruin the moment with how much he knew the other would worry over him. And even with his limited movement, the fact that mist of his body was broken and in pain and he couldn’t remember shit, it was still perfect.

Roman.

Roman sucked in a deep breath when Landon kissed him, wanting to pull away, but not at the same time. To Landon, this was normal, he woke up remembering Roman as his boyfriend, his longtime lover. To him, this kiss was normal, nothing wrong with it. Part of Ro felt that way too, but his heart was also aching. He pulled away with tears in his eyes after a moment, pushing his fingers through his long curls before flopping down on his back beside Landon to stare up at the ceiling. “Fuck.”

LANDON

“Sorry, I’m sorry”, he said, as soon as Roman pulled back and he realised he was holding back tears. Landon seemed to be saying that a lot today, constantly messing up but he couldn’t help it. He was so lost and confused and it only seemed to be getting worse instead of better. “I didn’t mean to do th - actually that’s a lie, I wanted to do that but I know I shouldn’t have and I’m sorry.” This is when a horrible thought came through Landon’s head. If he got married after they broke up, did that mean....? “Are you seeing anyone?” If that was the case then he needed to know.

Roman.

Ro turned to look at Landon when he asked if he was seeing someone, answering “No.” a little faster than he really meant to. He just...the thought of seeing someone else made his stomach drop. He couldn’t. He wasn’t ready, and honestly? He didn’t know if he ever would. “I’m...I can’t.” He admitted, turning his head back once again to look up at the ceiling. “I jus’. I can’t really fathom that at the moment.”

LANDON

Landon bit his lip to cover up a smile at his fast Roman answered him although he ended up wincing. Shit, he forgot there was a cut right above his lip. He wished he could say the same to the other, that he couldn’t imagine himself with anyone else but him. It wouldn’t be a lie right now but at some point it was because he got married. Something told him that saying that to Roman right now would only hurt him worse so he kept his mouth shut, he did enough damage for one day. And yet Landon didn’t have enough self control and he just had to say something. “I know I’m being selfish but I’m kind of glad you haven’t found anyone else.” Great going Landon.15 September 2020

Roman.

Roman genuinely didn’t know what else to say. Landon was glad he hadn’t found anyone else? Ro wasn’t. He’d wanted to move on so badly, because it hurt. It HURT seeing his ex with someone else, it hurt that he’d gotten married, and was raising a child with someone else. That was what he had wanted with Landon his whole damn life. He’d thought about marriage from he time they were early teens, thinking of colors, and songs, and who they would invite. That was supposed to be HIM walking down the isle, not Harry. “Yeah, well.” He said dryly, turning his head away from the smaller, because he once again was tearing up. “Landon, I don’t want to be depressing when you’re hurt. I’m here to take care of you, we don’t have to do this right now.”

LANDON

Landon knew he hurt him, again. It's not like he was doing it on purpose but he was desperate to understand. How did they come to this? He remembered them together and happy. Okay, so Landon was always a little worried that Roman was way out of his league and that he was holding him back in some way but he never even considered breaking up with him over it. What could have changed since then? He wanted to talk about it, wanted to understand, but he could tell it was taking its toll on his boyf - on Roman and didn't want to make things even worse. "You're right, sorry." Landon wasn't sure what they could talk about if not this considering that he still did not remember his apparent husband or their breakup but he would ask more questions some other day.

Roman.

Roman wasn’t used to hearing his was right, so the comment from Landon’s mouth almost made him smile. But, he didn’t. Instead he just gathered the laundry once more, and began to attempt putting it away in the drawers by Landon’s bed. That wasn’t awkward at all, being domestic after just turning him down. If that’s what that even was. Roman had no idea what that fucking was. “Think you can attempt to eat more here in an hour?” Ro asked his ex without even looking over his shoulder at the smaller, pretending to be preoccupied with the underwear he was perfectly organizing in the top drawer.

LANDON

It was so confusing for Landon to see Roman go around his rooms putting his clean laundry in the drawers. He just told him they broke up and pretty much implied that nothing was going to happen between them and yet here he was being all domestic. Taking care of him and folding his laundry...how could Landon not be confused? He was getting a lot of mixed feelings and he wasn’t sure which one was the right one. “I guess I could try”, he shrugged. This was awkward...why were they so awkward? “Are you sure you’re okay staying here with me? I’m sure my mum wouldn’t mind coming over.” He didn’t want Roman feeling uncomfortable.

Roman.

Shit. Roman had gone and made shit awkward, and now Landon felt weird having him around. Fuck fuck fuck. “No, I’m fine.” He turned to look at the smaller, holding his hand up in a gesture to apparently say he was fine. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make things weird. We’re friends, I’m still your best friend, Landon. Come on. That’s never gonna change.” He was almost making himself emotional again, but his words were true. Before they were lovers, they were best mates, from the time they were five, and he’d always ALWAYS be there for Landon. No matter what.

LANDON

Landon might have lost his memories but he wasn’t stupid. “Really? Then how come you weren’t at my apparent wedding? If we’re still best friends.” He promised himself he wouldn’t bring this up again and he could understand why Roman wouldn’t want to come but it made him hesitant to believe the other boy. Were they really so close to each other after their breakup? Judging from what he was presented with so far, Landon wasn’t so sure.

Roman.

Roman held his breath when Landon called him out like that, once again backing him into a corner he didn’t know how to get out of. He really didn’t want to upset the smaller right now...or himself. “Because it was too hard.” He answered easily, trying not to make it a huge deal, even though it definitely was. “You wanted me to be in the wedding, and I couldn’t. I couldn’t watch you marry someone else, or be a part of it. I’m sorry.” He’d never said that before. He wasn’t able to say it to Landon before the accident, but for some reason he could now...like this was the person he’d known for so many years. This was his Landon.

LANDON

Landon could understand where Roman was coming from. He wouldn’t want to see Roman get married to someone else either so how could he hold it against him? Especially since it was a wedding he couldn’t even remember. “You...you don’t have to apologise. I’m sorry for bringing it up. I can’t even remember the fucking thing so it’s not like I particularly care. It’s just that...you keep saying we’re still best friends and then say something else that makes me think we haven’t seen each other in months and I don’t know. I don’t know which one is the truth.”

Roman.

“Landon, just because we’re best friends, doesn’t mean Everythin’ is so simple.” Roman muttered, turning to look at the smaller with a look of defeat on his features. “Being your best friend doesn’t stop me from loving you, or being miserable at your wedding.” He was being way more honest than he’d been able to be in years, but he knew he needed to be. Landon needed to know the truth, and he needed to accept it for himself. “We made a promise to each other when we first started dating that no matter what happened, we’d always be best friend first. Do you remember that?” Ro asked softly.

LANDON

Things has never been simple for them, why would they be now? He smiled at the reminder of their promise, although it was bittersweet. He kept telling himself that if he was in that position he wouldn’t want to go to Roman’s wedding either. “I remember. So we kept that promise?” Landon wished he could know for himself but right now he depended on the other to tell him everything he couldn’t remember.

Roman.

“Yes. I mean...maybe we’re not as close as we were. Hard to be when I live all the way in Tokyo, but. We try.” He hesitated, and then tucked his hands into his pockets. God he hated feeling so awkward. It wasn’t natural with Landon. “I do know you happen to enjoy my long hair though, cause you ALWAYS stalk those photos on Instagram.” He admitted with a sly smirk, trying to make his friend smile after they’d been so serious.

LANDON

Landon huffed our a laugh but didn’t argue. Couldn’t, really. The first time he saw Roman after waking up, he gaped at him like a fish out of water. It was obviously Roman but he looked so different than what he remembered. More muscular, his features no longer those of an eighteen year old but of a man and his hair. Landon wasn’t above admitting to himself that he often imagined himself running his hands through his long hair and pulling at the strands in moments of passion. Not that that was going to happen with his poor broken body and the fact that apparently he was married now. “Do I? Well at least present me didn’t lose all his senses”, he said, only half joking.

Roman.

Roman did manage to laugh when Landon made a joke about his present self, wishing he didn’t smile as big as he did at that joke, but Landon did always make him laugh so much. Roman probably found him funnier than he should, but he couldn’t help himself. “You’re always the first one to like any photo I post, and that did not happen until I had the hair.” He informed the smaller, maybe exaggerating a bit, but he knew Landon well enough to know this was something he enjoyed. “You wanna touch, don’t you?” He teased his ex boyfriend, which was probably mean, but he was enjoying the banter.

LANDON

Landon knew he was probably exaggerating but at the same time, he wouldn’t be surprised if it wasn’t a complete lie. The Roman he remembered was good looking but sort of in a cute, sweet way. The Roman in front of him right now was pure sex appeal and Landon wasn’t even sure how to act around him. He didn’t want to make it so obvious but couldn’t help himself. “And what would you do if I said yes?” Two could play at that game.

Roman.

Roman swallowed hard when Landon played along with him, shifting where he was standing, because for some reason, he hadn’t expected that. This flirting, which is definitely what it was, was taking him back to a place he hadn’t been in a long time, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to be in it. “Do you want some wine? Because I kinda want some wine.” Offering a man in pain pills alcohol? Smart, Roman. But, he needed it before he lost his damn mind. “Maybe we can watch a movie, and have a drink?”

LANDON

Some part of Landon was aware that flirting with your best friend while married to sons one else probably wasn’t the best idea, even if he couldn’t remember his husband. But he couldn’t really help it. He raised his eyebrows at the other at the suggestion of wine, unsure if he was in a position to drink alcohol but at the same time...when was the last time he loved a little? The accident took so much from him, it didn’t have to take this too. “Sure, I’ll have some wine. Which movie do you want to watch?”

Roman.

“Not to make a dark joke, but I’m sure we’ll have several films to choose from that you don’t even know you’ve seen.” He tried to tease, even smiling because he hoped it would at least lift the mood. He got them both a massive glass of wine before settling in beside Landon, after getting him comfortable of course in a seated position that wouldn’t be too painful for the smaller. “I fucking hate seeing you this way.” The taller admitted before taking a long few sips of wine, and then raked a hand through his hair while he flipped on the tele. This was just unnerving, and he wanted to fix everything immediately so that Landon wouldn’t be in even an ounce of pain.

LANDON

Landon snorted at that, knowing Roman had a point. There was a whole period of movies which he didn’t even remember, even if he watched them in the past. At least he could attempt to look on the bright side of things and think about the advantages of getting another opportunity at seeing some good movies for the first time all over again. Landon but his lip as Roman was moving him around the get him settled. Everything hurt and so the slightest of movements felt like torture but Landon didn’t want the other to feel bad and did his best to hide it. Not that he did a great job, judging by Roman’s reaction. He took a few sips from his wine to try and calm himself down. “It’s okay, I’ll be all good in no time. You’ll see”, he tried to reassure.

Roman.

“Not fast enough.” He answered dryly, looking down at his wine glass because he just...this sucked. Not being with Landon when Landon thought they were together, seeing him so hurt he couldn’t even bathe himself. It was horrible, and he just wished...he wished a lot of things. “I’ll bathe you tonight if that’s okay? You’ll probably feel better, and I need to clean and rebandage up your wounds.” Nurse Roman. It had a ring to it.

LANDON

Having Roman bathe him was embarrassing, even though it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before. It made him feel vulnerable and he was terrified at the thought that Roman could be out off at the sight of all the guys and bruises that littered his body. Landon knew he was lucky to be alive considering the nature of his accident but he wasn’t feeling very lucky right now. “I’m only human, don’t have super healing unfortunately”, he teased, trying to lighten the mood. “And um...yeah sure you can do that.”

Roman.

“I know you don’t, shut up.” Roman teased the other, nodding when Landon said he could do that for him later. He knew it made the smaller uncomfortable, but Ro of course was happy to do it. He wanted to take care of his best friend, especially since Roman was such a mother to everyone. “Okay, now more wine.” He gestured, and then reached for his wine glass again while picking some comedy that would hopefully make them laugh.

LANDON

Roman was always the first to offer when it came to taking care of someone and Landon was glad to notice that hadn’t changed at all. It was the one thing he could still count on after everything. It almost made him think about his little girl and how she was doing with all this. He missed her. “This movie’s hilarious”, he said, trying not to show that he was feeling a little down.

Roman.

“It is.” Roman turned to look at the smaller. He knew Landon better than he knew himself sometimes, so it wasn’t hard to tell by just glancing at the other male, that something was wrong, and it wasn’t just the obvious. “What’s wrong?” Roman pried, because yeah, whether Landon wanted to discuss it or not, Ro was going to continue to poke him until he did. It’s just the way it always has been.

LANDON

Landon could deny anything was wrong and try to keep himself distracted with the movie but he knew Roman wouldn’t take no for an answer. He would keep bugging him until he got it out of him. “I...I miss my little girl”, he finally said, avoiding the  other’s eyes. “My memory is still shaky so I’m not a hundred percent sure how I’ve found myself with a daughter but I miss her even though I know she’s better off with my mum right now.”

Roman.

Roman’s heart sank when the smaller admitted he missed his daughter, something Ro didn’t blame him for AT all. It’s not like he wouldn’t be the same way if their lives were reversed. “Which is why we’re going to video chat her tonight. She won’t really be able to tell the state you’re in Jus’ through the phone, but she can still see you. It’ll be good.” He tried to assure Landon, and make him feel better about the situation.

LANDON

That was definitely a relief. He knew why Elle needed to stay with his mum and away from him for a little while. The state of him wasn’t something anyone’s daughter should see as he knew it would scare her. Knowing that at least he was still going to get the chance to see him in some way, even if through a phone screen, was enough for now. “That would be amazing”, he smiled. “Have you...have you met her?”

Roman.

Roman shook his head when Landon asked if he’d met Elle, because even after all this planning between himself, and Landon’s Mum, he had yet to even see the little girl. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to, it was just...weird. He felt like this was something they should have been doing together, and they fact that they hadn’t...it was just. Yeah. Complicated. “I wanted to wait until we could do that together. In person. If that’s alright.” He suggested, because really he wanted to do whatever Landon was comfortable with ultimately.

LANDON

“Sure, I’d love for you to meet her. I know this is probably something every parent says but she’s so smart, even though she’s only a year old”, he gushed a large grin on his face. Landon could imagine that the whole situation was really weird and he was still baffled as to how he wasn’t raising Elle with Roman. But at least the two could meet.5 October 2020

Roman.

Roman smirked when Landon talked about Elle, because he’d always been a sucker for Landon talking about kids. He thought when he discussed his own tough, it would be Ro’s as well, but he wasn’t going to get into that. “I’m sure she’s perfect. I wouldn’t expect anythin’ less.” He assured the smaller, and then finished off his wine before pouring himself another glass. “Want more?” He gestured with the bottle.

LANDON

“She really is.” Landon wanted nothing more than to drink enough wine to stop the pain running up and down his body but he knew it was probably a horrible idea while taking a whole cocktail of pain meds. “Nah, I’m good. Don’t want to fuck myself up even more by mixing alcohol and medication.” There would be time for him in the future to let loose, or at least he hoped.

Roman.

Roman's face fell when Landon mentioned not wanting to mix alcohol with his meds, suddenly realizing that he should have been thinking about that beforehand. "Shit. I'm sorry..." He apologized, giving his friend a sympathetic expression in hopes Landon wasn't thinking anything negative towards Roman's ability to take care of the smaller. "I wasn't even thinking about that." He reached for the other's wine glass, and then sat them both on the side table, out of mind. He was clearly beating himself up for this, which was probably unreasonable. Everyone made mistakes, but when it came to people he cared about, Ro was so mindful usually.

LANDON

Landon wasn’t blaming Roman for anything but it was clear Ro didn’t feel the same way. He might not be able to move from this bed for at least a few weeks and everything hurt, but his brain worked just fine, amnesia apart. He knew that drinking on pain meds wasn’t ideal but he did it anyways and that was on him, not on Roman. “Hey, no. Babe this isn’t your fault, you’re not responsible for every choice I make. I knew it wasn’t ideal but I did it anyways. That’s on me.” Roman moved back to London and welcome him into his home to take care of him. That was already going above and beyond anything Landon could have ever expected.

Roman.

Roman knew Landon didn’t blame him, he never would. Ro could probably murder someone, and Landon would find a way to come to his defense, but it didn’t make the actor feel any better. Once the movie was over, Ro started getting things together to get Landon a bath, and then rounded the bed so he could offer his help in getting the smaller out of bed. “Just take it easy, okay?” He warned, while holding onto his friend.

LANDON

This was probably the time Landon dreaded the most out of the whole day. Not only d it take him ages to get out of bed and out of his clothes in order to be able to get in the bath but needing to get help for something as easy as a bath never failed to remind him of the situation he found himself in. He watched Roman get everything ready, trying not to frown too much and sighed when the other offered him his hand. “Yeah, yeah, I got it”, he said, even though he was wincing trying to get himself up. It just hurt so much and the worse part was that it wasn’t just in one area. His whole body hurt. I feel like I was run over by a truck. It was probably too soon to joke like that and Roman probably would not appreciate his humor.

Roman.

Roman knew the smaller male was prideful. He always had been, and really didn’t like depending on others. Roman was the same way though - always taking care of someone else, and feeling awkward when the roles were reversed. He could set that aside though and ignore Landon’s reactions in order to make sure he received the care he needed though, and lord did he need it. “Good.” He encouraged the other, getting him into the bathroom before hesitating. He didn’t want to just strip the man down without any warning, so he gave him a look before he was helping him out of his clothes. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before, but the damage done to his poor body was. Ro could feel his eyes watering up as he took in all the cuts and bruises, careful to keep the bandages sealed on the bits that didn’t need to get submerged in the water. “Okay. Just a quick soak so I can get you cleaned off, and it’ll be over.” He tried to encourage while grabbing Landon’s hand, and helping him into the tub.

LANDON

Landon wished he could just pretend like the accident never happened and walk to the bathroom with no help at all. Then he would wash himself up all by himself and get dressed alone as well. But even the shirt walk from the bed to the bath took a lot out of him and that was with Roman‘a help. He was sweating and breathing deeply by the end, grateful that at least Roman wasn’t bringing it up. Landon could feel himself turning bright red when the other helped him undress. It might not be anything he hadn’t seen before but the situation was completely different. There was nothing remotely sexy about this. He nodded along to what Roman was saying and squeezed on his hand as support to get in, letting out an audible sigh of relief once he was in. “That was way more effort than it’s worth”, he mumbled.

Roman.

Roman frowned when Landon finally got in the tub, and seemed exhausted. He shook his head at the other’s words, already grabbing the cup he’d brought in to get Landon’s hair wet. “That’s not true. I think you’ll feel loads better once we get you all cleaned up. Lean back.” He instructed, watching the smaller with a certain level of intensity, concerned by every little move he made, not wanting to hurt Landon more than he already was. “Let me know if anythin’ is too much for you.”

LANDON

Landon knew that this was taking a lot out of Roman as well. If their situations were reversed he would be going mental right now trying to figure out how he could help and terrified to hurt him. So he tried his best not to give away the level of pain he was actually in, not wanting the other to worry about him even more. He leaned back and closed his eyes as Roman got his hair wet. As much as he hated to admit it, the bath was already making him feel much better.

Roman.

Even in this damaged state, Roman couldn’t help but take in just how beautiful Landon was. His face was just...a masterpiece, and he didn’t want to stare, yet here he was. Staring. Respectfully. Kind of. Ro cleared his throat and then began to massage some shampoo into Landon’s hair before he was soaping up a loofa to wash around his friend’s wounds. “You okay?” He checked in.

LANDON

Landon could feel eyes on him and yet he didn’t open his own. Like this he could pretend that things between them were just like he remembered them instead of whatever fucked up mess they were now. They were still together and in love, Landon didn’t look like he’d just been through a meat grinder and this was actually a romantic gesture. If only. His silence must have worried Roman though so he opened his eyes and smiled half heartedly. “I’m all good, just thinking.”

Roman.

“Yeah?” He watched the other, working on washing his shoulders before he was pouring a warm cup of water over the smaller to rinse him off. He could only imagine what Landon was thinking about, and maybe deep down, he kind of knew, they were just connected like that. But, that didn’t stop him from wanting confirmation. “Wanna talk about it?” He offered, and then decided to condition the ends of the smaller’s hair, because Roman was kind of self care, and he couldn’t help himself. At least he wasn’t going to force Landon through his own extensive nightly routine.

LANDON

Should he even sat what was going through his head? Landon didn’t want to hurt him more than he already had but if Roman was asking...surely he had an idea of what was going through his head right now. Or at least he hoped. “I’m thinking about how I wish we were doing this under different circumstances”, he said, closing his eyes again when Roman started running his hands through his hair with the conditioner. Or maybe he just didn’t want to see the other’s reaction to what he was saying. “And maybe I’m thinking about how I wish I could just kiss you right now.”

Roman.

Roman didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until landon said that last bit, feeling like he might passout at any minute because FUCK. Maybe Roman was thinking about that too, really wanting to kiss the smaller again because yeah, he’d been in a terrible accident, but he was still naked and beautiful, and even more important than that, Roman missed the fuck out of him. He knew it would be wrong technically to kiss him. He was married, and vulnerable in pretty much every way a person could be vulnerable. So. Why was he feeling so selfish? “Well...can I then? Kiss you?” He asked with bated breath, knowing what Landon’s answer would be, and yet he still was waiting in anticipation.

LANDON

Landon’s eyes snapped open and he looked up at Roman in shock. That wasn’t the answer he was expecting at all. He thought Roman would once again remind him that he was a married man and that they shouldn’t do this even though he couldn’t even remember his husband. But instead he said yes. That was a yes. There wasn’t anything else Landon could do other than nod and he watched as the other leaned in until their lips connected. Anything other than this moment went out the window and Landon just didn’t care.

Roman.

What was he doing? The second his lips touched the others, he knew he was in trouble. Did that stop him? Absolutely not. In fact, his hand ended up at the back of the smaller’s head to hold him in place while their tongues tangled together. Ro let his heartache, and how much he missed the other male get in the way of thinking logically. He even sighed out a moan of relief into Landon’s mouth as he dropped the loofa into the tub.

LANDON

If Landon wasn’t so distracted, he would probably spare a thought to the fact that he was completely naked in the bath while Roman was fully clothed. At any other point, that would have had him feeling embarrassed but right now all he could think about was the feeling of coming home that he was experiencing. There might be a lot that he didn’t remember but he still felt like he missed Roman so much and was finally getting him back. He loved him. Landon hummed when the other loved his hand to his head, feeling completely safe in Roman’s arms. “I love you”, he mumbled against his lips when they pulled back for air.

Roman.

Roman felt his heart twist when Landon said he loved him, making him feel a little nauseous honestly. Did he want to take advantage of this, and just five back into what they had now that Landon was forced back there mentally? He’d be lying if he said no. But, he knew that wasn’t right. What if Landon eventually married Harry? It just...it wasn’t as simple as he wished it could be. “I love you, too.” He sighed while pulling back, and then tensed his jaw as he turned to seek out a towel. “I wish this wasn’t so damn complicated.”

LANDON

Landon thought they were getting somewhere, especially when Roman said he loved him too, but his hopes were crushed when the other pulled back. His words didn’t leave him feeling all that great either. Landon knew things were complicated, and even more so for Roman who remembered things that he didn’t. He couldn’t forget that he was married and that they broke up but, try as he might, he couldn’t bring i himself to care. They loved each other. Why couldn’t that be enough? “I know it is and I hate it but I just...I can’t hate the fact that I could do that with you again.”

Roman.

Roman looked down when Landon said he couldn’t hate the fact that he could do that with him again, forcing the taller to once again focus on what he had been doing. He had to be the one with a rational mind right now. There was no choice. Landon was hurt, and had every excuse to do, and feel what he did right now. But, he was married, he had a kid. Ro had to be the one to think about that if Landon couldn’t. As much as he wanted to give himself to the smaller whole heartedly, again, he couldn’t. And as soon as Landon was back on his feet, Ro would be moving on to his next dream, far away from here.

#discord #thread #flashback #c: roman

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Little Sh!t

Wacky Drabble #10 That wasnt so hard, was it?

I've had this one in my stash for a while, thought I'd finally finish it up and use it for something.

Warning: PROFANITY

Drake, Liam, Riley and 5 yr old Nikolas.

1106 Words, just barely over the limit.

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Riley crouched down to place a loving kiss on her sons cheek, "I'll be home soon....be a really good boy for Uncle Drake while I'm at this meeting okay?"

A wide grin with two front missing teeth is flashed and he hugs his mother tight, "I will mommy....I love my Uncle Drake".

Drake's big marshmallow heart melted upon that proclamation and he gripped his godson's shoulders, "I love you too kiddo".

Worried, Riley took Drake aside, "I just want to warn you....he spent the weekend with Leo and his boys and returned with some....shall we say.... colorful language and now likes to play tricks on everyone....so be careful Drake."

Drake chuckled, "Have we met Brooks?...I've been known to use some "colorful" language from time to time....I don't think it will be a problem".

Riley grimmaced back at him, "Its different when it comes to a five year old prince though....he actually told Madeleine to fuck herself yesterday.....damn it Leo".

Drake snorted loudly, "he's only saying what the rest of us want to, and besides, its probably the first fuck she's had in years".

Riley shrugged her shoulders in agreement, "I suppose, but after what he's done to Liam, we can't let our guard down".

"What he do to Liam?".

She looked at her son, playing innocently with his toy truck on the floor, shaking her head. "What hasn't he done....he's removed all the L's from his computers..he shaved one of his eyebrows during a nap...oh...oh..and the kicker was the super glue in his underwear yesterday, that was horrific".

Drake snickered, "I thought he looked a little pale yesterday.....Nik is just all boy, I wouldn't worry about it".

"Well, if you need me or Liam, text us".

He grabs both of her arms and gently glides her to the door, "It'll be fine, trust me....Nik and I are amigos".

After she leaves, Drake turns in time to see Nikolas bolt up the stairs and he follows after him curiously, "Hey, where ya going pal?".

He searched Nik's room, the guest rooms, the bathroom, and the hall closets, however, he could not find him anywhere.

Drake finally heard a buzzing sound from Liam and Riley's bedroom, so he opened the door, "Hey pal, you in here?"

A purple flash crosses in front of him and hits him square in the face.

"You're terminated fucker!", Nikolas yells as he jumps around in victory, highly proud of himself.

Drake rubs his sore nose and with a scowl looks down to see what Nik had thrown at him. His eyes widened as he realized what the purple vibrating object was, then noticed the boy had a larger, pink one still in his little hands. He ran his own hand along the back of his neck, "Ugh...buddy...where'd you get those?"

"In mommy's drawer.... they're light sabers dumbass, now prepare to die you scummy bastard!"

Nikolas charged full speed towards Drake with the pink one aimed directly at him. Once he was close enough, Drake grabbed him around the waist and hoisted him upon his shoulder, "Boy....I swear, I'll wear your little ass out...calm down and put those things....".

He wasn't even able to finish his sentance when Nikolas started jabbing it into the back of Drake's head causing him to lose his grip. Nik fell to the floor and immediately took off again, not even phased.

"That little shit", Drake groaned before running out of the room to find him.

Drake walked downstairs and saw him sitting on the couch watching cartoons. He was hesitant to approach him at first, but, Nik seemed to be more relaxed, so Drake sat on the other end of the couch.

The boy sat quietly watching his show, Drake eyeing him the entire time. After several minutes, Nik jumped up suddenly, causing Drake to duck for cover. "Uncle Drake, can you make me some hot chocolate, PLEASE", he asked with pleading eyes.

With that kind of look, Drake couldn't say no to him as he relaxed from his hypervigilent state. They both walked into the kitchen and Drake prepared the ingredients as Nik watched keenly at his side. When it was finished, Drake poured two mugs full and topped them off with marshmallows.

Drake handed a mug to Nikolas, cautioning him to be careful. Nikolas sneered at it, "I WANT SPRINKLES!!! I WANT SPRINKLES!!", he yelled.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!", Drake yelled back at him in frustration as he slammed open cabinet doors looking for sprinkles. "Fuck your damn sprinkles!"

While he was searching, Nikolas pulled a laxative from his pocket, unwrapped it and placed it in Drake's mug.

Drake finally found the sprinkles and went to pour them in Nik's drink, but, the child covered his mug and smiled back, "Nevermind". Taking his drink and sitting at the table.

Drake mumbled several obsenities under his breath and contemplated what the consequences of treason against the crown prince entailed. He was afraid to sit next to Nik so he stood at the counter, sipping his drink, wondering why Nikolas was smiling so brightly at him. I bet that little shit is plotting my murder right now.

Several minutes passed and both had finished off their hot chocolate. Nikolas's blue eyes glistening with uncontainable anticipation that gave Drake an uneasy feeling in his stomach. In fact, the growl and rumbles were becoming more and more unsettling, as he washed both of their mugs and put them away.

Drake clutched his stomach as he felt his face warm and flush. He gulped loudly when his lower intestines started to gurgle wildly, taking off for the nearest bathroom.

He sat down and let go, suddenly realizing everything is not as it seems. He opened his legs and looked between them, there was clear wrap over the toilet. As he tried to get up, he found himself stuck, as well.

"NIKOLAS!!!!!!!!!!!".

Nik innocently opened the bathroom door, cell phone in hand, live streaming to Liam's official facebook page.

He waves at the camera, "Hello everyone, I'm the Prince of Condomonia", he flips the camera around to show Drake sitting on toilet, "...and this is my Uncle, Drake Walker taking a shit", he giggles.

The Royal Council was in the middle of their meeting, when several phones start buzzing one after the other. Each member, including Liam and Riley taking a nonchalant peak, to appear as if they were still interested in Godfrey's ramblings.

The CBC was now broadcasting the live stream coming from the King's Facebook page.

Liam and Riley watched in horror as a shot of Drake sitting on the toilet, wiggling furiously to unloosen himself, cursing words they had never heard of before, was shown. Their young son singing in the background...

"....when you're running from the police and you feel that anal grease...diarrhea...diarrhea!..."

Maxwell sits up excitedly, "Hey, I taught him that, and he's getting all the words right this time".

Liam and Riley dashed from the meeting room and headed for their quarters; Liam running a little slower, due to the burning, raw feeling still in his balls from the super glue incident.

"...when you're sitting on the commode and your butt starts to explode...diarrhea...diarrhea".

Liam snatches up his son's cell phone, live stream still going. He looks in the camera with a stoic face and using his Kingly voice, "Diarrhea is the number one killer of men in Southeast Cordonia....please remember to take your vitamins everyday and eat plenty of fiber. This has been a message from you monarch...good day".

Due to the fierce rage in Drake's eyes and the incessant use of the word fuck, Riley picked up Nikolas, who was now crying, and carried him away to safety.

Liam inched closer to Drake, holding his hands defensively in front of him, "Easy there buddy....Im not gonna hurt you".

Drake was seething and almost appeared manic, "Liam", he whispered with a growl.

Liam decided to take a small step back to give Drake some breathing room and to avoid any sneaky, killer moves Drake could manage with his hands. Speaking softly to him "Drake...my best friend since we were kids....can you use your inside voice to tell me what happened?"

"My inside voice?", Drake grinned back at him. "My.... inside voice?", he said a little louder. "Come a little closer Liam, so you can hear me using my inside voice while I tell you how I'm going to cut your sons nuts off and feed them to the fucking corgi's".

Liam gasped out at hearing his precious son threatened in such a manner. He stood taller and straightened his suit jacket, "I see we have reached an impass....I will have Bastien get you loosened from the toilet once you can assure me you won't hurt Nikolas and call housekeeping to clean this mess up.....and Drake, I'm truly sorry for your unfortunate situation at the hands of my child".

Drake continued to wiggle, getting more and more of himself loosened by the minute.

Liam called Bastien who arrived shortly after, more for security reasons than to help Drake. Bastien helped Drake break free while keeping his tranquilizer gun close by in case he became beligerant....well, more than be already was.

Drake washed up and exited the bathroom, then walked into the living room where Liam, Riley and Nikolas were huddled on the couch. Nik was still crying and Liam was trying to shield him from a sudden, sneak attack.

Riley stood to face him in concer , "Drake, Im so sorry, are you okay".

Drake nodded his head calmly, "I'm fine...just please tell me you are going to beat his ass though".

Liam covered Nikolas' ears, "Drake!! we use positive consequences in this house, we don't believe in corporal punishment...Dr. Spock says..".

"Fuck Dr. Spock.... I believe in an eye for an eye and since my ass hurts right now, I want that little shit's ass blistered".

Riley placed both hands on Drake's chest, easing him back. She turned to Nikolas and tried to pull him away from Liam's protective grip, "He's going to apologize and then we will discuss a proper punishment later".

Liam relunctantly let go as Riley led her son up to Drake, telling him to apologize for his behavior.

Drake didn't want an apology, he wanted death, however, one look at Nikolas and his tears of fear, broke his heart. He leaned down and picked Nik up in his arms, consoling him, "It's okay little pal, its all over".

Nik continued to sniffle, hugging Drake tightly, "I'm so sorry Uncle Drake....I love you".

"I love you too Nikolas"

Riley smiled at them both, " See, that wasn't so hard, was it?".

Drake left the quarters and headed to his room. He was exhausted, sore, and a little worse for wear, but, decided to let it go.

He opened his cabinet and pulled out a whiskey bottle, opting to drink straight from it. He took one sip and spit it out immediately, "What the hell....this tastes like....piss?". He noticed tiny finger prints and smudges on the cabinet glass and it finally struck him what happened, "That little shit!"

#liam x mc #the royal heir #the royal romance #drake walker #trr fanfic #the royal romance fanfic #choices fanfic #choices fanfiction #choices trr #trh fanfic #choices trh #trh liam #trh #riley brooks #wackydrabbles

[better-not-said]

AN: I just want to thank @fourtristattoos for doing this whole arts festival and for reblogging anything I put out toward it.  I just have this one left and maybe the AU but it’s nowhere near finished.  We’re in the midst of playoff hockey and my team is still in, so it is consuming my life.  If I do post the AU, that’s a hint at it. This, however, is from another WIP, but unlike the last one, this one will probably never see the light of day.  If it does, it’ll be a long time before it comes.  But enjoy this!

"I need you." Her breath is warm against Shawn’s ear and he has to collect himself before peeling his gaze from everyone on the dance floor.

“Hm?”

"I have to pee."

Shawn groans and his best friend holds back a giggle. “Where’s Aaliyah?  Can’t she help you?”

“I can’t find her.  Please, Shawn.” He can’t resist those eyes of hers.  Shawn finds himself standing up, shaking his head.

He follows his childhood friend into the large house and to the nearest bathroom.  They slip inside and he waits while she gathers her lengthy dress in her arms.

“Did you see what my Auntie Ruth is wearing?” she hums as Shawn’s hands replace hers in holding the silky fabric up so it doesn’t fall in the toilet.

"Honestly, what was she thinking?" Shawn bites back a laugh against his shoulder as he bends slightly, looking away so his best friend can sit down and pee without his wandering eyes.

"But did you see Livvy?" she coos. "She looks so cute."

"Best dressed, I think," Shawn agrees, listening to her laugh, his hands clutching the silk a little tighter.

Once she’s done and her dress and underwear are back in place, she moves to one of the two sinks in the massive, gorgeous bathroom and begins to wash her hands while Shawn unzips his trousers so he can pee as well.

"Are you having a good time?" he asks his best friend casually.  This is normal for the two of them, after all.

"Yeah," she hums with a smile, drying her hands on a towel and keeping her eyes away from the tall brunette. "I definitely need another drink, though."

Shawn laughs. "Me too."

He washes his hands and slips out of the bathroom before giving her the all clear, although everyone at the wedding tonight knows how close the two of them are and that there is nothing more.  She follows him out the back door and down to the patio, rejoining the reception.

"I'll go grab drinks," Shawn says while she takes a seat.

They’re at a late-summer wedding for her cousin and his bride.  Half of Shawn’s family is here as well because they're a part of her family, just like her family is part of theirs.

Shawn holds two champagne flutes in one hand, the other hidden behind his back as he slides over to the table with smirk on his face. He sets the champagne down just as their mothers glide off the dance floor, taking their seats at the table.

"What've you got?" Karen glowers at her son who proudly presents a plate, two slices of wedding cake resting upon it.

"For you," Shawn lowers to his seat beside his best friend. "And for me." He sets the plate on the table.

"Ooo, yum.” His best friend leans closer to inspect the cake, reaching for it and grabbing a small piece between her fingers as Shawn does the same.

"Cheers!" They bump their pieces of cake together and but instead of feeding themselves, they feed each other, just like the bride and groom had done.  She pops the piece of cake in Shawn’s mouth as she accepts her piece from him, closing her eyes as she savors the lemon cake and vanilla frosting.  Shawn’s lips catching the tip of her pointer finger brings her back to reality.  She opens her eyes to see her mother taking pictures of the two of them, as usual, and Shawn’s own eyes closed in bliss, his tongue sweeping slowly over his lower lip. With a smile, she grabs another piece of cake, feeding it to herself.

***

Once they're both full of cake and lightly buzzing off the latest round of champagne, Shawn asks his best friend to dance.  She can't say no and now he's holding her tightly, her right hand gripping his and her left hand toying with the neck of his suit jacket.  

"I'm so glad you're here," she tells him in her soft voice.

"I wouldn't have missed it," Shawn assures her. "I love being back home and seeing everybody."

Her eyes are level with his pink lips and she stares at them as he talks, letting his warm breath wash over her features.

"I love seeing you at home," Shawn murmurs against her forehead.

"You see me in Toronto all the time," she points out.

"Yeah but I mean like…home home.  I love being home with you," he says again and she knows what he means. "Reminds me of being a kid...having no worries.  I like seeing you so happy.  You're always so happy here."

"There's no place like home," she quotes and the two of them share a laugh. "I like being home with you, too," his best friend hums, her fingers moving to brush through the short hair at the back of his neck. "Feels like time stops when we're here.  Like nothing else in the world matters."

"Like we picked up right where we left off," Shawn adds and she nods.  He loosens his grip on her waist and lifts their joined hands, spinning her out.  She feels cold in her moment away from him but Shawn twirls her back into his chest and holds her tighter than he had been. Their foreheads rest together and she inhales the air that he exhales, her eyes staring into his amber ones.  Her skin burns where he's holding her back, gripping it tightly as they sway to the music.

She had always thought about what it would be like to kiss her best friend.  They’d kissed as young kids because their parents thought it was cute and their young brains thought that’s what everyone did when they said hello or goodbye or to just show affection.  But around the time the two of them had stopped playing naked in the kiddie pool in the backyard, the kisses stopped.  The cootie phase entered and then the awkward teenage years came along and when the thought of kissing Shawn would cross her mind, she’d brush it off, thinking it’d be weird.  Their parents had joked when they were younger that maybe they’d end up together but once Shawn got his first girlfriend, talks of them ever being anything more than best friends slowed down.

Once Shawn’s career took off, his best friend began to think of him in a different way.  She wondered if things would be different had he stayed in Pickering, got a shitty summer job to save money for college.  Would he be hers, and she his?  She began to think kissing him might not be so bad.  There’s no doubt that he is incredibly attractive but she’d seen him at every stage up to this point.  Would she ever be able to move past that?  What if kissing him ruined everything?  She buries those thoughts every time they come up because there is no way this can get any better but thoughts of Shawn and his lips have begun to consume her lately.  His pink lips had her more and more entranced every time she saw her best friend. Maybe if she just kissed him once, her thoughts would be satiated and she could move on with her life.

Shawn’s closed his eyes.  Those full lips are pressed together lightly, a soft smile gracing them.  Their foreheads are still connected as they sway.  If Shawn has noticed his best friend’s palm grow sweaty, he doesn’t show it. She grips him a little tighter, willing away her thoughts.  Why in the world would she want to change what they have right now, in this moment?

Then it stops.  The song fades and changes to some upbeat pop song.  She and Shawn halt their movements but don't separate.  She closes her eyes, enjoying being held by her best friend but he lifts his forehead from hers after a few mere seconds. Her eyes open to see Shawn looking down and Livvy is there, tugging on his suit pants, begging to dance.  Shawn shoots his best friend a sorry gaze and she assures him with a look that it's fine.  She backs off the dance floor and finds herself smiling as he dances with her tiny cousin.

***

"SLOW HANDS! LIKE SWEAT DRIPPIN’ DOWN OUR DIRTY LAUNDRY!" Shawn’s best friend sings loudly, doing Niall Horan no justice.  He just laughs, supporting her wobbly body into the hotel. "Oh, no, no wait!  I know a better one." Shawn shuffles her over to the hallway that houses the lifts. "I wanna follow where so goes," she croons.

"No," Shawn groans with a smile but she drowns him out.

"I think about her and she knows it.” She dances as they wait for the lift.

"That's very sexy," Shawn smirks, his tipsy speech oozing sarcasm.

"I wanna let her take control, ‘cause every time that she gets close-" He shoves his best friend into the lift.

"Press 4, honey," he says, his hands gripping her waist.  She points a finger towards the buttons, circling the air while searching for the 4. Finally, she finds it and presses it, watching it light up before looking up at Shawn with a smile.

"I should do backing vocals on your next album, yeah?" She wiggles her eyebrows as the doors close and they start moving upwards.

"You're shattered," he shakes his head, still biting back a smile.

"So are you!" His best friend hisses.

"I switched to water once you insisted on a fifth glass of champagne," Shawn tells her.  

"Don't say that word," she winces, her belly doing a tumble.  The elevator dings and she follows her best friend to his room.  She had originally been arranged to stay in the suite with her parents, with her own room on the other side of the sitting room but Shawn had a whole suite to himself so she asked her parents if she could stay with him. They agreed and when she arrived yesterday, she had put her bags in his room.

Shawn holds the door open for her and she makes her way inside, shuffling into the bedroom and tossing her clutch on the bed before sitting down beside it.

She unbuckles her shoes, feeling her feet immediately relax as soon as they're out of the heels.  Shawn comes in, his blazer draped over his arm.  His shirt has had only three buttons done up all evening, his necklace resting in the soft bit of chest hair that he has.  She licks her lips before tearing her eyes away and standing.

"Unbutton me, please," she says.  Shawn's blazer lands on the bed and she feels his fingertips brush her shoulders before slipping down to undo the large number of buttons holding her dress together.  His nimble fingers make quick work and she holds the dress to her chest before it can slip off.  She doesn't have a bra on and she and Shawn may be close but he has yet to see his best friend naked at an age that matters.  The two, of course, shared tons of baths and played naked in the kiddie pool till they were five or six, but beyond that, an unspoken boundary became installed.  She grabs a couple things from her bag and scurries into the bathroom, shedding her dress and using the toilet before pulling on the shorts and t-shirt she grabbed. The shirt is one of Shawn's old ones, some random company's logo that nobody knows of is on the front and there are rips in the neck and the sleeves but it's comfy.  After she washes her hands, she comes out to see Shawn lying on the bed in a pair of black sweatpants, his Calvin’s peeking out from the waistband.  He watches his best friend hang up her dress in its garment bag before climbing onto the bed, standing tall over him.

"I can't wait to get married," she says dreamily, staring out at the grounds of the residence.  She can see the fountain with glowing water and the fairy lights strung around the gardens.

"I got you some water," Shawn holds a water bottle up to her and she takes it before collapsing beside him, legs folding underneath her.

"Don't weddings just make you want to get married?" His best friend sighs.

"Sure," Shawn smiles, watching her.

"What if I never meet anyone?  And then I never get married?" A pout tugs the corners of her lips downward.

"You will," he assures her.

"But what if I don't?  Will you marry me?  Say we're...35 and not married.  Can we marry each other?" she proposes.

"That sounds reasonable," Shawn nods, crossing his arms over his bare chest. "What shall our wedding song be?"

His best friend chews on her lip, thinking for a moment. She knows what she wants to say; a song called Kiss Me, her favorite from an album by an orange-haired British guy by the name of Ed Sheeran that Shawn had shown her long ago, but she decides against it, a wicked grin plastering itself across her face. “Slow Hands-“

Shawn’s loud laugh cuts her off. "By Niall Horan. Of course.  I knew there was a reason I was marrying you," his chuckle fades, remembering her dance moves to his buddy’s song, not only at the elevators but earlier in the evening at the reception, her hands linked with her young cousin’s, twirling her around and swaying to the music.

"We'd have chocolate cake," Shawn’s best friend continues in the dream of her wedding.

"Wait, wait,” he quickly shakes his head, sitting forward. “Chocolate?!  I know you love chocolate everything but we cannot have a chocolate wedding cake," Shawn stops her and her eyebrows knit together.

"The wedding is off."

#Shawn Mendes #Shawn Mendes blurb #Shawn Mendes imagine #Shawn Mendes fluff #shawn blurb #shawn fluff #sm #my writing #FourtristattoosSpring #friends to lovers #kind of

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Messed Up (MC x Ethan)

Messed Up (MC x Ethan)

Word Count: 1682

Summary: Sequel to "Do No Harm" – Allie misses Ethan but doesn’t know how to process her feelings and emotions (shocker!) so she tries her best to ignore them, but Ethan has other plans for the two of them.

Author’s Note: I love Ethan Ramsey. He’s becoming one of my most favorite LI’s – perhaps even more than Drake or James…but he doesn’t top Damien…yet! This is kind of a silly little story using a prompt that @parkerattano requested of me a long time ago…I had to find a way to get these two back together because I have more in store for their future! Thank you as always for reading, commenting and re-blogging. It means so much! Thankful for you all and hope each one of you reading this is well. xoxo

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Stupid. I’m so stupid!

Allie sighed, trying to get herself together. This was at least the third day in a row she had found herself crying in a bathroom stall, hiding away from the rest of the hospital.

He tried to say he was sorry.  At Donahue’s. He tried to apologize and that’s SO hard for him.

She shook her head silently and let the tears fall.  Rolling some toilet paper around her hand, she gently dabbed her eyes and sniffled. For a month she had been chastising herself for not talking to Ethan.

There wasn’t anything about that man that she didn’t miss.  

His rough, calloused hands.

The scent of spice, old leather and scotch that hung in the air long after he’d left.

The way he pulled his glasses down to the end of his nose so he could adequately stare at her with his piercing blue eyes and unearth her soul at the same time.

Why am I so afraid? She asked herself.  

There had once been a time she trusted him with every part of her life.  

Am I just being stubborn?

Allie sniffed again and looked up at the ceiling, trying to make the tears stop. She closed her eyes and remembered only a few nights ago when she saw him at the fundraising gala for the new children’s hospital.

**

She had been watching him for some time. Making the rounds. Shaking hands. Smiling through his clenched jaw. Exchanging pleasantries and being the charming doctor he was expected to be. When he walked through the door with a busty blonde, Allie felt as though the wind had been knocked out of her and she almost left…but decided against it. If all she had left was her career, than she would work damn hard to make sure she was seen with the best of them.

As Allie got up the nerve to work the room, she heard Ethan’s voice close by while she reached for another glass of champagne from the servers who were canvassing the crowd.

“Blair. Stop it.” He instructed his date. “That is not becoming of a lady who wants to dine with doctors and other intelligent human beings.”

“You don’t think that’d be cute?” Her voice was loud and sharp, scraping against Allie’s eardrum. “Why doesn’t everyone just serve spaghetti and let the couples by tickets. A spaghetti dinner just like Lady and the Tramp. When they share the noodle and have to kiss? It’s just soooo adorable!”

Allie’s eyes were about to pop out of her head as “Blair” squealed. Gently, and gratefully, taking the champagne from the server, she turned around to face Ethan who was only a few feet behind her now.

She wanted him to know she saw him with her.

“I will not tell you again.” Ethan tried to pull Blair closer to him, but Allie could still hear what he was saying.

“Sharing a single strand of spaghetti is NOT romantic. Life is NOT a cartoon. Do not continue to bring this up! This is a dignified, who’s who of Edenbrook, invite-only event and you are ruining it.” He seethed.

Blair wasn’t phased and smiled up at him through big blue eyes, batting her eyelashes.

“I am going to get a drink. Do. Not. Move.” Ethan practically ran over Allie who was now standing awkwardly close to him.

Catching a few stray drops of champagne from the flute as it tipped a bit in her hand, Allie waved with a mischievous smirk on her face.

“Whoa there.” She steadied herself and her smile grew as Ethan made eye contact with her.

“You know, I never liked that movie.” Allie took a drink of her champagne and nodded in Blair’s direction.

“Too sad.  When that one little scotty dog dies and when Tramp gets sent to the pound?! I just couldn’t take it.”

“Allie.” Ethan was not amused.

“Please.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“It’s okay though!” Allie assured him. “The young ladies these days love Disney. You can keep her occupied with Disney movie marathons while you work the night shift!”

She raised her glass to toast him.

“Good luck with that one!”

After a patronizing pat on his shoulder, she slinked off before he could say anything in reply. She finished the rest of the champagne in one gulp and didn’t look back, but knew with certainty that he was watching her walk away.

**

Allie’s memory was interrupted as someone knocked on the door to the stall.

She paused, making sure she heard right and someone knocked again against the cold metal.

“Dr. Valentine? Is that you?”

Swallowing hard, and not recognizing that voice, Allie dabbed again at her eyes and tried to collect herself fast.

“Yes.” She cleared her throat. “Yes – can I help you?”

“Sorry to bother you ma’am but there’s an emergency in room 108 and we’ve been trying to find you. I know you’re on break but the attending specifically asked for you.  Apparently you saw a case just like this last week…”

“Yes, yes – I think I know what this is about. We’ve seen several similar cases the past few days. Patients with the same symptoms all coming from the same apartment complex…”

Focusing now on work, Allie was back and in control of her emotions.  She followed the nurse out of the bathroom and repeated the room number, walking fast and stopping at another nurse’s station along the way to get information on the patient.

“Allan Daniels. 43. Difficulty breathing and swallowing. Fever with chills.” She read it aloud as she walked towards 108.

Knocking briskly on the door, she started speaking as she entered, “Okay Mr. Daniels let’s see what I can do to help you feel better today…”

As she looked up she came face to face with Ethan, leaning against the end of the bed, relaxed, not smiling but not mad either.

Allie was stunned.

“Ethan?” She stammered. “But how did you? This is a chart and a real patient and…”

“You think you’re the only one who’s friends with the schedulers and nurses around here?” He raised an eyebrow, challenging her.

Already emotional, Allie couldn’t contain the wave of tears that had only partially fallen only moment before in the bathroom.

“What are we doing?” She whispered, not moving, frozen place.

“What I’m doing…” Ethan emphasized, “Is telling you I love you. And that I’m sorry. And that I’ve never missed the presence of another person more.”

“You’re stubborn.” He continued, still resting on the end of the bed, hardly moving. “You can be mean, especially when provoked. You’re tough. You don’t back down. And that makes loving you sometimes so hard…but so worth it.”

“Look who’s talking!” Allie smiled, wiping a few rogue tears from her cheeks as Ethan continued.

“Please. Forgive me. I want to be us again. No more hiding. No more dodging each other. We have to talk. I want everyone to know that you are mine and I am yours. HR be damned.”

Allie closed her eyes and brought a hand to her forehead, trying to sear this memory into her brain. She was afraid she was dreaming, that this wasn’t real, and at any minute Sierra or one of her roommates would wake her up and tell her to go to her room because she’d fallen asleep on the couch.

“I messed up.  We messed up. We lost us along the way but it’s not too late. If I learned anything from Naveen’s sickness it’s that time is of the essence and it’s never too late. You taught me that, Allie.  I am who I am today because of you.” Allie noticed his fist clench as he finished.

The tension in the air hung above them like a dark storm cloud on a rainy day; thick and plapable.

“Allie.” Ethan pleaded. “Say something.”

He stood up and moved closer to her, searching her eyes.

“I thought you moved on…” She choked out, a few more tears falling now. “…that girl at the gala…”

Ethan sighed.  

“Are you kidding? I should be offended you think so lowly of me. She’s my cousin’s daughter. Looking to get into nursing school. Complete bimbo. I owed him a favor. He let me borrow his boat, I told him I’d help her make connections. I can’t help that she’s never been around real people before.”

Allie crinkled her brow. “For real?”

Ethan nodded. “I swear. I left her in the parking lot with an Uber driver probably 5 minutes after you accosted me at the gala.”

She rolled her eyes and stifled a laugh. Ethan always had a flair for the dramatic when it came to someone criticizing or challenging him.

“Ethan…” she looked up at him with a tear-streaked face and red-rimmed eyes.

“Are you sure? I mean, after all this…between us…and the things we said and the way I’ve acted…”

Ethan cut her off with a kiss.

“I’m sure.” He responded, keeping eye contact with her while both hands held her face.

He rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, breathing a sigh of relief.  She leaned into him and both of them melted into each other without giving it another thought.

**

Still slightly confused and shocked from the emotional rollercoaster of the past few months, Ethan and Allie walked hand and hand out of the hospital at the end of Allie’s shift.

“There is one thing I really need to tell you.” Allie said, seriously, making sure Ethan was paying attention.

“You know…I don’t really hate that movie…right?” She whispered, smiling up at him. “I actually think the spaghetti scene is really cute…”

Ethan chuckled and rolled his eyes and stopped in his tracks, taking in the sight of her, holding her hand tightly and watching her without saying a word.

“Maybe one day, Rookie. But ONLY for you.”

He kissed her quickly and they continued their walk to Ethan’s car, finally relaxed and with each other – where they each knew they belonged, all along.

#ethan x mc #mc x ethan #allie x ethan #blazerina babbles #dr ethan ramsey #dr allie valentine #gah lee i love them #wish i could live in their world #love love love

[wolfpawn]

I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 57

Chapter Summary - Danielle wakes in the middle of the night feeling very sick, but doesn't tell Tom, when he finds her a while later, he realises she is not fully at ease with certain things, telling him that their talk is all the more important. The next day, feeling better, they talk about their issues and insecurities, hoping they are on the same page.

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Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

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When Danielle woke, she groaned slightly; her head was spinning and all she could think about was how much everything seemed to be hurting. She gently removed herself from Tom's arms and rushed to the door, choosing to go to the main bathroom and not her en suite one. Keeping as quiet as she could, she ran to the toilet bowl and vomited violently, after several minutes, she finally finished dry-heaving and realised she had a splitting headache to go with her nausea. Grabbing the towel from its rack, she placed it on the tiled floor and lay her head on it, her breathing slowing again now that she did not feel like her blood was on fire.

Tom's brows furrowed as he felt the sheets next to him for Danielle, only to find them empty, forcing himself to awaken more, he turned on the light next to him and looked around. There was no light from the en suite, the door of which was slightly ajar and the sheets next to him were cold and...as he felt them, he realised they were damp, as was the pillow. Concerned, he rose to his feet and grabbed his boxers, which were still beside the bed from the night before and rubbed his hand over his face to help wake himself, the cold chill of the winter night caused him to shiver slightly and he then realised the bedroom door was opened slightly, so he walked into the hallway. "Elle?" He called as he opened the door, noticing the light beaming out from under the main bathroom door, he walked over and knocked. "Elle?"

"Tom," Tom's heartfelt as though it was about to explode in his chest when he heard how faint and pathetic her voice was. "Tom."

He pushed open the door and winced slightly. The stench of sweat and vomit were the first things to hit him, but when he saw Danielle covered in sweat and shivering on the cold tiled floor, he forgot the foul smells and knelt down to her. "Elle."

"I think I'm sick."

Tom looking at her for a moment before he chuckled, "I think you might be." he agreed. "Why didn't you call me?"

"I didn't want to disturb you."

"You are the silliest woman." he shook his head. He reached down to pull her into his arms and walk her back to bed. "How long have you been here?" He asked worriedly, realising just how cold she was.

"I woke at about one."

"Elle, it is four-thirty, you have been here for over three hours on a cold floor, what were you thinking?" He snapped worriedly.

"I'm sorry."

Danielle's response was so feeble and meek, Tom felt guilty for even sounding clipped. "I know, I'm sorry if I sound mad, I just don't want you to be getting more sick." He stroked her hair and scooped her into his arms.

"No, I smell." Her attempts to wriggle out of his grip were laughable.

"I know, because you are sick and I am going to bring you back to bed and you are going to get some medication and we will have you right as rain again soon," he promised as he walked through the hallway and back to her room.

"But the bed."

"Elle, the sheets are already damp because of you."

"I'm surprised you are not trying to take credit for that." Tom chuckled at her words. "I'm sorry I ruined Christmas."

"Elle, you did not..."

"I went into hospital Christmas Eve, I made Emma mad again Christmas day, and I am sick on Stephens' Day." She listed.

"You had a fall, Emma is being a brat and you cannot help whatever this is, what is it anyway? I am not sick, so I don't think it is food-related."

"I don't know," Danielle groaned, curling into a ball as soon as she was placed in the bed.

Tom went to retrieve some paracetamol and ibuprofen she kept in the bathroom. "Which ones?"

"Only the panadol, you can't mix ibuprofen with diffene," she explained. Tom fed her the painkillers and got in beside her, using his body heat to warm her. "I am so run down." She moaned.

"Could you be...?" Tom asked warily.

"Could I be what?"

"Pregnant?"

Danielle froze for a moment. "I could, but I don't think so." She dismissed.

"We have sex, a lot, and I don't think in the time we've been together, you've..."

"Bled? No, I don't on the bar. It is the reason I am on it, if I wasn't, you'd know, trust me. As for pregnancy, it's the best thing on the market and I don't feel like my boobs are sore or bigger, nor do I feel bloated, I don't think it's anything like that, so I don't think you have to worry."

"It's not that I am worried, it's just..."

"Too soon?" She answered. "If Emma thought us spending the next few months seeing if we can go without strangling one another was bad," she laughed. "I think it is just being run down, not enough sleep, food and fresh air, my body is telling me to behave and look after myself." She dismissed as she began to warm up again. "Don't worry."

"Well get some more sleep, and I mean it, wake me if you feel ill again, alright?"

"I promise," Danielle swore, falling back asleep, her body warming as she did.

A few hours later, it was actually Danielle that was first to wake, and bar a small twinge in her temple, felt as though she was well-rested, if not tender-stomached and hungry. Tom was snoring ever so slightly in his sleep, causing her to grin and look at him before slipping out from under the covers, and even with the heating having warmed the house, she shivered for a moment as she made her way to the bathroom and took a diffene for her wrist, knowing it would help her head too. Feeling crap from her night, she decided to just throw on the shower and begin the day feeling fresh. As soon as the steam began to come out of the showerhead, she jumped in, moaning as the warm water hit her, making her feel almost human again. She was in there a few moments when she remembered she was wearing the brace and took it off, popping it on the radiator in hopes of getting it to get dried once more.

She was barely in there a few minutes when a shadow came into view. "Are you joining me?" She grinned.

Tom opened the shower door, naked and smiled at her. "Feeling better?"

"Stupid migraines, I haven't had one with vomiting in years, that wasn't fun."

"I can well imagine." He stepped in and closed the door behind him, sighing contently as the warm water hit him too. "I am glad you feel better, but you are going to have to start talking to me when you are sick."

"I know." She gave an apologetic smile. "I will."

"You say that, but you said so after your fall too, why won't you trust me?"

"I do trust you."

"Then why is this something you fight so ardently?"

"Because you're Tom Hiddleston and can have any woman you want and I am just a no one, frumpy, short and boring, seeing me sick is not going to make me any more attractive and when I am injured, I am not the strong sort of woman you like." She explained.

Tom stared at her for a moment, in truth, he thought she had to be joking, but her sheepish demeanour told him that she genuinely thought herself beneath him. "Elle, we all get sick, everyone does, the sexiest person alive gets sick and no one can pull off sick as sexy, and as for you not being strong, you came over here, alone, and made the life you wanted for yourself, you refuse to take shit from anyone, including the biggest brat to ever hit the music industry and you got her to back down from you, not the other way around and you think yourself weak, you are terrifyingly strong." He declared. "I am terrified you want someone stronger than me, someone, who can deal with things better than I can."

"You deal with everything so well, you don't ever seem phased."

"I shit myself all the time, interviews, auditions, hell even if I see a camera pointing at me or a fan walking over to me in the street, because I have no idea what is going to happen and I can't control it, but you, you take control, Taylor Fucking Swift came up to you and you dismissed her as a talentless nobody whose opinion was irrelevant, think about that, she had the gumption to state she was not complicit in any of that song of its lyrics, then was caught lying on camera and still held her head high as though she was not caught out and you had her scuttling off like a beetle. You are terrifying and fiery and I am so often terrified I am not good enough for you."

Danielle gave a small grin, "Well, yeah, when you say it like that I sound badass." She let the waterfall on her face for a moment before wiping it off again and looking at him. "How about we have breakfast and have that talk?"

"I think we need to." he agreed. "But before we go any further, this is not to end things, not to destroy what we're building, right?"

"I want to talk about everything, not just the random statement about two to three kids and a house in a suburb, a proper conversation on it all."

"Well, any boy is going to Eton, that's a must, and don't let Benedict say that Harrow is better because that is bullshit, I will tell you that now." He stated, causing Danielle to smile before she reached for her shampoo.

*

"So, sitting room or in here?" Danielle looked at Tom as she placed the last of their dishes on the side of the sink to drain. "To talk." She looked at him slightly apprehensively. "You seemed so sure about it a short while ago."

"I was hoping we could go out and do it." Tom frowned at her. "Walk Mac and talk. I feel like I haven't walked my own dog is a couple of weeks and after being cooped up all yesterday and for ages before Christmas, I want some fresh air."

"What if someone spots us?"

"We'll go to the woods, if there is someone there, they deserve to get photos. We don't have to." she backtracked.

"You...you want to risk being seen?" There was a glint of excited hope in his voice.

"I want to be with you, Tom, I don't particularly like the idea that someday, I will be on a tabloid comparing me to Taylor and being viciously attacked for existing by random people online, but yes, I want to be with you in public, well, start the process anyway." She smiled.

"I'll get Mac's lead," Tom stated, rushing off with a large goofy grin on his face. Smiling, Danielle dried her hands and retrieved her jacket. "We'll take the car out since you were ill this morning; actually, should we call the hospital, you did have the fall, are they related?"

"I don't think so, I think it was just an exhaustion migraine."

"Maybe we should anyway..."

"Tom, if I feel ill again, I will fully consent to you bringing me to the hospital, but I feel fine, so please, let's just go." She stated.

"Fine, I need a cover for the back seat, I cannot imagine Mac is going to be overly clean after our walk."

"In the press where his lead is, there are plastic-backed blankets just for him." She instructed. "Here."

"No, you're injured, I have them," Tom went and got what was needed. "I am going to get some old clothes so I don't care if I get ruined, you get yourself and Mac ready." He instructed.

"Yes, sir." Danielle gave a small military salute and giggled. "Tell your mam where we are going too, she would go mad if the day after she warns me to be good, I run off and ignore her."

"She'd appreciate that." Tom nodded. "Off with you." He walked over to his mothers, his Jaguar still outside Danielle's door from collecting her from the hospital two days previous, when he entered his mother's, he chuckled slightly. His niece had apparently not forgotten she only say half of the movie and forced them all to watch it again, much to her father's chagrin. "Elle and I are walking Mac in the woods, we'll be back in about two hours." He informed them.

"The two of you?" Sarah smiled.

"Yes, we need to talk about a few things, and Mac needs a walk, so it makes sense to sort it all together."

"Is everything alright?" Diana asked worriedly.

"Great, we just want to talk about some things in general mum, nothing to worry about," Tom promised. "She just wanted me to tell you we were going because she knows after the last day, you would be worried."

Diana gave an uncertain smile, "Thank you, darling."

Giving his mother a kiss on the cheek, he ran upstairs and got what he needed before he ran down again, with his car keys in hand and ran out to his car, where Mac and Danielle were waiting patiently. "Ready?"

"We are." Her smile filled him with confidence that they would easily be able to talk through everything and achieve whatever they needed to.

There was very little said between the house and the woods, both thinking over everything they had to say, Mac Tíre happily lying on the back seat looking at the world going by. They parked up at the gate that Danielle had waited for an ambulance at. "Where is your bike, by the way?"

"It got badly damaged in the fall," She sighed. "The guy that found me works for the park, he said they will scrap it, it's all it's good for now." She explained as they got out and locked the car. "Will this be alright here?" She pointed to the car.

"How many are going to try and rob the only Jag I have ever seen around here?" Tom chuckled. "It is fine." They walked in a little, Mac off the lead so he could sniff around, but Tom kept his lead ready in case they needed it. "Where do we start?"

"Well, we could do a loop and come back here, but you have to makes sure on the fourth crossroads you take a right."

"I meant in this conversation, Elle."

"I know, I was just trying to not be the one to start it," she explained. "Right, so I guess we start with what we want from this. Both of us aren't in this for some fun I take it, this is a serious, wanting to try and start a life together relationship."

"Aiming towards marriage and kids down the road in a few years if it works," Tom stated.

"So that's a start. I am not overly bothered on marriage, I mean if I get married, great, but to me, it is a piece of paper, it is not as important as people make it out to be." She explained.

"You still feel like that?" Tom asked, remembering her saying something to Emma a few years previous on the matter.

"I want a proper happy relationship, a piece of paper does not dictate your happiness in a relationship." She explained further. "If in a few years, you and I are still doing this, and marriage seems like a good step, I would happily do so, but it is not a requirement for me is what I am saying."

"Alright, and kids?"

"Nice, but again, not a requirement. I have plans I want to get done first." She explained. "You?"

"I don't want to have children in the same position as I was in, I want it to be done properly, two parents, happy together."

"Is that part of the reason you discuss my parents, you think I have the background that would make it more likely to happen?"

"I never thought of anything like that, consciously anyway, but it could be that; I cannot say what my subconscious thinking, but in truth, no I had not thought of that," Tom answered honestly. "Does my parent's break-up make you feel somewhat worried?"

"No, we are not our parents, their good or their bad. Your parents were not happy, what is the point them being in a bad marriage if it would have affected you, Em's and Sarah negatively. You had two homes where your parents were more at peace, and in turn able to parent you better than one toxic home." She stated.

"Fair point." Tom conceded. "So this plan of yours?"

"I want to further myself in this job, I want to be the one that the studio contracts, not being called in by a firm for a studio." She stated. "I want it that I answer to me, if I am up at four am for a shoot, then I am the one bringing home all the cash, not someone else sitting in a swivel chair in an office getting the lion's share and me pulling only a salary." She explained.

"You see, you have so much drive." Tom pointed out. "What do I need to do to help you achieve that?"

"If I say that I need to study, let me; if I pull a fifteen-hour day, drag me away from said study for food." She suggested.

"Only if you do the same with me and scripts."

"Deal." She smiled fondly. "I promise to keep you in tea and other sustenance too."

"Well then, it appears we have an accord my darling." He grinned, taking her injured hand and gently kissing it. "What are we going to do when this comes out?"

"Us?" Tom nodded. "Do we get a warning?"

"Magazines, usually yes, fans and online, usually no."

"I think we should be prepared, we should have a picture, one of us, happy and pre-planned, doing something natural, at home on the couch, out with Mac, something that is really us, and when they all come for their blood, we use that, give it to your social media, take their power off them, give people the details before they can."

Tom smiled, "That is a great idea."

"I want this to be ours for as long as we can, but if there is a chance we are spotted, I want you to do what you can to release it first. If there is a situation where we know it will be public, say an event where we can't prevent it, do it as far in advance of it as possible."

"Alright."

"I am not a very public person Tom, I am not good with dressing beautifully and looking good for a camera, I am not sure if I can ever do for you what Sophie does for Ben."

"I disagree with your idea of your beauty, but would never force you to. If you are not willing to go on a red carpet, I don't want to do that to you." Danielle said nothing for a short while. "What is it?"

"I thought things were getting better with Emma, but she went back to being mad as soon as we mentioned me staying with you."

"She needs to get over herself, she is five months older than you and half your maturity," Tom growled. "She and Jack moved in together and I said nothing, literally nothing, because I knew they were happy together and he would treat her right, she needs to extend the same courtesy to us."

"I just want my friend back."

"I know, darling." Tom pulled her close to him. "What other concerns do you have?"

"How do I prepare for people saying I am nothing but a golddigger?"

"I'm afraid I have no idea."

"Really, not even after the summer, I mean, every second paper was saying you were after a Sugar Mama."

Tom scoffed. "Really?"

"Yes."

"I never noticed."

"How do you ignore that sort of thing?"

"I don't read about myself online, I once did it, and they were all discussing what I am like in bed, that put a quick end to that."

"I hope they were at least complimenting."

"There are social media pages dedicated to discussing my size." He exclaimed.

"Were they generous?"

"Not the point, Elle."

"Well, at least they are nice about you."

"Some are, others aren't, especially after..."

"Well some people were never going to be happy anyway, others probably just held that opinion of her, to begin with, and wondered what brought you two together."

"Do you wonder?"

"No, I don't, and I don't care." She stated firmly.

"Why did you react like that?" Tom asked. "So vehemently against even knowing."

"I don't want to know Tom, I don't discuss Paul, I don't want to discuss Taylor, it is weird to focus on exes, I don't mind discussing her new songs or how Paul is doing, but the relationships, no, unless there is something long term as a result, I'm good not knowing."

"Okay..."

"Do you want to know the intricate details of my time with Paul?" Tom's facial expression answered her question. "Well, same here. They both have their lives, we are trying to sort ours, so we will leave it at that."

Tom gave her a loving smile. "You are so mature, you know that?"

"I am in my late twenties, if I wasn't by now, I would be worried."

"Well so many people remain bitter."

"Why, though, I mean, then they are taking up space in your head and preventing you from being happy if you do that, so off with them."She shrugged. "Now, enough on that, what else do you and I need to talk about?"

"The house?"

"Yours or mine?"

"The one in London."

"So yours."

"If it's your home Elle, it is not mine, it is ours."

"Your name is on the deeds."

"That shouldn't matter too much, should it?"

"I suppose not." Her tone defeated.

Tom looked at her, "You can choose not to stay if you want."

"I want to, I am just scared."

"Of what?"

"If I alter things, put new books in, borrow one and you go looking for it; if I do something to something you don't want to be touched..."

"Hey, stop that now." Tom stood in front of her, "I gave you that key because I wanted you to feel comfortable, because I know you are going to be very busy and tired for the next few months with work and to ensure we got to see each other as often as possible in that time, I did not do so without thinking of the alterations that would no doubt happen with us both being there. I saw how you were over the past couple of weeks, and I know you were so busy you did not get a chance to actually get comfortable, but bar your terrible book organisational skills, I know you're tidy, jovial and quiet the most of the time, I actually like that."

"Really, attacking my books, again."

"Darling, there is nothing wrong with your books, how you organise them is the issue."

Danielle threw her eyes up at him, causing him to chuckle before getting serious again. "Are you worried about when I am away?"

"About being by myself, not that no, I can handle that."

Tom processed her words, "But you are concerned?" Danielle failed to respond. "What are you scared of?"

"You work with gorgeous, funny, intelligent women." Tom froze, knowing what she was implying. "If you rather one of them, could you please just, I dunno, send me a text, ring me, do anything other than waiting until after, or not tell me and let me find out some terrible way." she looked at him pleadingly. "I don't want to be made a fool of Tom, especially, Jesus, if it ended up on a rag paper and the whole world knew before me, I couldn't take the looks or sympathy, or in some cases, delight."

Tom looked at her for a moment, he was hurt she would think him capable of that, he was never one to consider such a thing, but he wasn't an idiot, it happened a lot in his industry, every second week if rag mags were to be believed. "I would not do that, you know that right? But, if by some chance I did find myself wanting to do such, I would never hurt you like that." He promised, looking directly into her eyes. "I mean it, Elle, I could not do that to you."

"Okay, please just remember that. I rather be heartbroken that we didn't last than crushed by you trying to say you're sorry or you didn't want to hurt me. I rather be hurt by the honesty than by betrayal."

"I will, but on that note, I know I am not always home, I know I am gone a lot and that has been a reason why I have not partaken in relationships a lot over the past few years, I don't like the idea of leaving someone behind. If I neglect you if another man realises just how amazing you are when I am not there, if he..." Tom swallowed hard at the words he was forcing out. "If he gives you what I can't, please, I..."

Danielle gave him a comforting smile. "We respect each other enough to do the right thing, deal?"

"Deal." Tom's eyes were glassy, the idea of Danielle casting him aside for someone else, alone hurt him more than he thought it would. She was not someone who would cheat, she seemed to be almost aggressive towards those who were, it was something she had never understood or stood for, even when a friend of hers in a terrible marriage had cheated, as much as she hated the husband and thought the friend should leave, she still snapped at the woman for lowering herself to such a level. He felt somewhat unsure of what to do next until Danielle placed her hand in his.

"So, really, you'd want to ship your hypothetical sons to Eton?"

"I didn't mind it."

"I thought you said you felt alone there?"

"But it is a good education."

"And what of your daughters, should you have some?" She asked curiously.

"Why don't you like the idea of private schools?"

"Private schools is one thing, boarding schools are another; I hated it." Tom paused and looked at her. "I lasted one semester, and when I came home for Christmas, I refused to go back."

"I didn't..."

"I know, so when you said my parents didn't want to invest in my education, they did, I just didn't want that. I was happier in a normal school."

"I never should have said that. Did I even apologise for it, I am so sorry for the horrible things I said to you that day, for how I acted, when you had had such a terrible night."

"In your defence, I used the 'p' word, so I sort of deserved it." She countered. "So, are we okay?"

"I think so, I cannot think of anything else right now. I cannot believe I am finally discussing these things, I thought I had ruined any chance of all of this for myself."

"How so?"

"I kept pushing people away."

"Why did you let me in?"

"Because when I think about having something with you, I feel excited. I have not felt that before."

"Well, I mean, I am fabulous." She grinned, fanning herself.

"I concur." Tom smiled, taking her hand and kissing it again. "Are we already nearly back to the car?"

"Yep."

"Good, I want lunch."

Danielle laughed, "How are you as lithe as you are?"

"Well of late, I have been partaking in some very amorous acts that aid me in maintaining my physique."

"Is that right?" Danielle gave a smirk and a raised brow. "How very good of your significant other to be so selfless as to assist you in such a manner."

"I know, and I think I know how to thank her."

"Well now, you have me wanting to run back to the car."

"Good." Tom burst into a sprint.

"What! Not fair, I'm short." Danielle shouted as she started to run.

"Excuses." Tom laughed as he ran on, seeing her follow, Mac Tíre easily outstripped them, circling around the pair several times as they ran as though taunting them of his speed and durability.

"That was mean." Danielle puffed as she slowed down at the car.

Tom leant against it, feeling somewhat out of breath himself. "I won."

"You had a head start and long legs you fucker, that's cheating."

"I can't help my height."

"Neither can I." she walked over to him, but before she could poke or elbow him, Tom pulled her to him and looked down at her.

"I am so glad I finally have you."

"You're not so bad yourself, Hiddles." She leant up and kissed him.

"What if someone catches us?"

"Fuck em." she grinned, kissing him again.

#I Hate You I Love You #chapter 57 #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fic

[xwaywardhuntress]

Family Don’t End In Blood (Part Four)

Summary: Is the equalizer the only way? Team FreeWill questions their lives.

Pairings: Dean x reader

Warnings: Season 14 finale spoilers. Gunshots. Death.

Word Count: 2400+

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. This is fanfiction only. Please do not redistribute my writings on other sites, horrible or not. Thanks!

Part One, Two, Three

Surprisingly, after Y/N’s dramatic leave, a few knocks were heard on the bedroom door. It was Dean. “Babe, come on. The equalizer is the only way.”

Only way, my ass. And what the hell is the equalizer? Is that what they’re calling that gun Chuck made? Y/N thought to herself. Her disappointment with Dean just kept growing. She felt a mixture of different emotions, from frustration to sadness. “Just go, Dean. I know you’ve already made up your mind.”

“Please, don’t be like this right now.” The older Winchester pleaded through the door.

The nerve that this man had. She hopped off the bed and stood by the door. “Be like what, Dean?! Acting like a kid who’s about to lose the person I’ve been in love with from day one and a boy I grew to love as a little brother?!”

“Jack is a monster.” Dean stated.

Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle flatly. This was exactly why she didn’t want to bother talking to him. “And that’s why…there’s nothing more to say.” She turned her back against the wall by the door, exhaling as if she had been holding her breath for a while. “Look, you want my forgiveness for you being selfish and choosing to save the world, sure, you have it. That’s all you get from me though.” Her stomach began churning again as she felt nausea hit her. Dean had begun talking again but Y/N couldn’t ignore the feeling as she quickly walked to their bathroom kneeling over the toilet. The feeling of throwing up hit her again, but nothing was coming out.

It must’ve been the stress, she assumed. She hadn’t eaten much since Jack went solo and with event after event happening, she rarely even got that much sleep. Honestly, a nap didn’t sound too bad right now. Walking out of the bathroom, she noticed Dean must’ve left as she didn’t hear him talking anymore. Without even bothering to check if she was correct, she fell onto their shared bed and passed out to dreams that were hopefully better than current reality.

Waking up to silence, Y/N rubbed her eyes as she grabbed her phone on the nightstand. There were a couple of missed calls from Dean with voicemails. Ignoring it, she got up stretching as she shoved the desk she had been using to block the door earlier, just in case Dean tried to come in, back in its place.

It was pretty quiet walking out into the hallway. When Y/N reached the library, she encountered Chuck playing with one of the swords that were usually on display.  “Having fun there?” She asked walking over to one of the tables, taking a seat on top. “You know…”

“That it’s from an alternate universe? Yep, I sure do.” The deity grinned as he swung the sword around more.

“Of course you do. So how many alternate universes are there exactly?” Y/N asked curiously.

Chuck placed the sword back on the display that he took it from. “A ton. I’ve honestly lost count.”

“Oh yeah? Do tell.” She crossed her legs that were hanging off the table.

Grinning, Chuck began pacing in front of her. “Oh man, where to start? There’s a world where the only color is yellow, a world with only squirrels, a world where everyone is the opposite sex of what they are here…I could go on for days.”

“And you created them all?” She asked.

With pride, Chuck answered, “I sure did.”

“And you just left all of them on their own, like you did with us?” Y/N got off the table and leaned against the edge of it with her arms crossed.

Chuck chuckled as he shrugged, “I mean, that’s why I invented Free Will too. But you, Y/N. You’ve been one of my favorites. There’s still so much in store for you. I can’t wait for you to experience it all. You’ll do great.”

There it was again. That comment or more like a premonition. Before Y/N had her second chance to ask what he meant, another voice interrupted.

“When you’re not here – do you watch us?” The voice sounded accusatory and a little bit angry.

Y/N turned to see where the voice came from, but she had a pretty good idea of who it was. Sam Winchester.

Chuck looked over at Y/N smiling as he answered Sam, “Yeah. I mean, you’re my favorite show.”

Y/N couldn’t help but stare at the deity as Sam continued to grill Chuck with more questions, all related to why hadn’t he done anything if Jack was such a big threat that he had to intervene now.

It was like clockwork as the pieces began to form in her mind while listening to Chuck’s answers to Sam. Jack was considered Amara bad, but maybe he was a worse threat. A threat that Chuck hadn’t dealt with before. At least with Amara, he had sealed her away once. Jack was a whole new ball game and instead of playing on the team, he was managing one. Them.

“You’re scared.” She stated aloud.

Sam and Chuck turned towards the huntress. Sam seemed to have realized the same thing once she spoke. Chuck displayed a guilty look before quickly recovering himself by beginning to pace with his back to them.

“She’s right. Isn’t she?!” Sam called him out.

The deity simply turned around shrugging. “I mean, that’s what I have you all for. My safety nets. The ones that will save this world.”

Every piece of information was finally coming together in Y/N’s and Sam’s head. Chuck already knew what was going to happen and his appearance was to ensure that it did.

As if needing more confirmation, Y/N commented. “You’ve always known where Jack was.”

“Of course, I’m god.” He replied with a smile.

“Then why don’t you just go and face him instead!?” Sam almost yelled at him out of frustration.

Chuck didn’t seem to be phased by the emotions directed at him. Instead, he shrugged again. “There’s no point. This will all be over soon.”

Both Y/N and Sam went wide-eyed. Y/N turned to Sam, “Where’s Dean??”

“He should be taking care of the problem very soon.” Chuck answered, still un-phased.

“No…” She muttered as her body began moving on its own.

Sam had begun moving around the bunker as well, grabbing a car key and placing a jacket on as he headed to the garage. 

“They’re at the nearest graveyard!” Chuck yelled from where he stood as the two rushed to leave.

Y/N followed after the younger Winchester. They both got into a truck, Sam in the driver’s seat.

“We have to hurry, Sam. He can’t….Jack…” She muttered to herself.

“I know, Y/N. We’ll get there in time.” Sam promised as he sped down the open road.

While waiting was the only thing left to do, Y/N pulled out her phone and tried calling Dean. It went straight to voicemail. “I think he has his phone off.” She commented. That’s when she decided she would listen to the missed voicemails Dean had left for her earlier.

“Y/N, I know you are not happy with me. A part of me didn’t want it to end this way but Jack’s a monster now. It’s my fault. I had the chance to see the signs earlier and I chose not to. Now I have to deal with those consequences. I’m sorry.” – End of the voicemail –

Y/N pressed the next voicemail.

“Sam’s not happy with me too. He tried to talk me out of it and a part of me wished you’d had tried too. I always found it the most difficult to say no to you...” There was a moment of silence ending in a sigh. “Yeah, you must be really unhappy with me. You and Sammy take care of each other.” – End of the voicemail –

Last voicemail.

“Chuck told me where Jack is. He’s with Castiel at some graveyard nearby and I’m heading to them now. I’m going to put an end to all of this. You called me selfish earlier and maybe I am. But I’m only selfish for wanting to keep you safe and alive. You deserve happiness, even if it’s without me. Since the first day we met, I’ve always loved you. Even in death, I’ll still love you, Y/N.” – End of the voicemail –

Y/N gripped her phone in her hand. Why did Dean always have to sacrifice himself for everyone? It wasn’t fair. “Sam, drive like a hellhound is chasing you.”

“Got it.” With that, Sam sped up as fast as the truck could go.

When they finally reached the nearest graveyard to the bunker, Sam and Y/N came running out of the truck and into the cemetery yelling for the name of the older Winchester and the nephilim. When they reached Jack’s location, they saw Dean pointing the equalizer at the nephilim already. Feeling a sense of almost defeat, Y/N and Sam both yelled for Dean to stop but he yelled back to them to stay back.

“And you were right all along. I am a monster.” Jack affirmed kneeling before Dean and looking up at him.

Y/N took a step forward but was held back when Sam grabbed her arm. When she turned to look back at the younger Winchester, another appearance caught her attention. It was Chuck, magically appearing and walking up to them from behind. Both Sam and Y/N turned to look over at Chuck as Sam released Y/N’s arm.

“Are you going to do anything?!” She asked as Chuck shushed her.

Y/N attempted to run over to Dean and Jack again but was stopped by an invisible force.

“Just watch. It’s getting to the good part.” The deity smugly grinned.

The clocking of the gun was heard through the eerily silence of the cemetery. Y/N shut her eyes and looked away. She couldn’t watch what was about to happen: two people that she cared for deeply were about to die.

This is it…..3…..2…..1

Silence.

Instead of a gunshot, Y/N heard something hit the ground. Was the gun a silent shooter? Peeking her eyes open, she looked over with relief. Dean and Jack were both alive still, with the gun on the ground. The invisible force that was holding her back was now gone as she found herself able to run over into Dean’s arms. “Thank god.” She expressed relieved, embracing him.

Dean returned the hug muttering two words, “I couldn’t…”

She pulled away from him, smiling at him that she understood completely and was more than proud of him. The moment didn’t last long though.

Y/N turned around, taking in Jack before her. She genuinely smiled at the boy who had become like a little brother to her as she kneeled beside him. Without thought, she hugged Jack. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Jack smiled, despite being soulless, hugging her back.

Sam had made it over to his brother, smiling proudly.

Castiel found himself kneeling beside Y/N and Jack, smiling at the happy reunion as well.

It was a tender and happy ending for everyone, at least so they thought…

Chuck came stomping over, yelling. “No! No! NO! Pick it up!” He pointed to the gun on the ground.

Y/N pulled away from the hug with Jack as she and everyone else turned their attention to the deity. “What stick is up your ass?” She asked aloud.

Chuck glared at Y/N.

“The hell, Chuck?” Dean asked, confused.

“This isn’t how the story is supposed to end.” Chuck stated.

“The story?” Castiel asked.

“Yes, the story! Look! The – the – the gathering storm, the gun, the – the father killing the son” The deity gestured between Dean and Jack. “This is Abraham and Isaac. This is epic!”

“What are you saying?” Y/N asked. A part of her already knew the answer to her question. Chuck wanted this story to end with Dean and Jack dead.

Sam couldn’t hold himself back anymore as he yelled at Chuck, understanding the results that Chuck had wanted as well. “Our entire lives. Mom. Dad. Y/N’s parents – everything! This is all because you wrote it all, right?! Because what – we’re your favorite show?! Every bad thing we’ve killed in our lives, been dying over – Where were you?!”

Chuck glared at Sam before turning to Dean. “Okay Dean, no offense, but your brother is stupid and crazy. And that kid….” He pointed to Jack, whom Y/N was now covering behind her now. “..is still dangerous. So pick up the gun. Pick it up…pull the trigger…and I’ll bring her back...”

Dean’s eyes went wide, instantly realizing who he was talking about.

“Your mom.” Chuck finished.

Dean stared at Chuck before looking over at Y/N. She was shaking her head. He glanced behind her at Jack, who looked confused. Deep down, he knew this was not what his mother would’ve wanted. Mary had cared for Jack as well, just like the rest of them. So the older Winchester told the deity no, sharing that his mother wouldn’t want Jack to die.

“Dean, don’t do this.” Chuck begged.

Dean stared Chuck straight in the eyes, “No. We’re done talking. Cause this – “ He motioned his hand in a circle as if speaking for everyone. “ – this isn’t just a story. It’s our lives! So god or no god. You go to hell!”

“Family Don’t End in Blood.” Y/N quoted as she continued to cover Jack from Chuck.

“Alright, have it your way.” Chuck snapped his fingers as an immense light came out of Jack’s eyes and mouth.

“NO!” Y/N screamed as she supported Jack as he fell to the ground slowly.

At that moment, so many things happened. Dean tried to get near Chuck to force him to stop, but he was blown away crashing into a tombstone. Y/N was pleading for Chuck to stop killing Jack. She even pleaded with Castiel if there was anything he could do, but there wasn’t. Sam saw the gun on the ground.

As Jack took his last breath before the light emitting from his body vanished, the younger Winchester called out Chuck and…

BAM!

Everyone looked in the direction the gunshot came from. Sam had held his shoulder from the ground from the impact while Chuck had a shocked look on his face which quickly turned to one of anger.

Y/N and Cas looked at Jack, who now laid dead on the ground, his eyes burned out.

Dean had picked himself up and made his way to his brother.

Chuck looked at each of them with a fire lit in his eyes. “Fine. That’s the way you want it? Story’s over.” And then he snapped his fingers once more.

Daytime shifted into night time in a blink of an eye as the ground began trembling beneath them. The earth began cracking, a hole opening not too far from where they all were. Something bad was coming. They could all sense it.

With a fierce tone, Chuck ended his time in the spotlight with a goodbye comment before disappearing once more. “Welcome to the end.”

Next: Part Five

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4x17 & 4x18 episode thoughts

IT’S OVER YOU GUYS!

That was one hell of a journey, and while I’m sad I won’t be able to write up week after week anymore, that still doesn’t mean there aren’t a lot of things left to say.

Dream ghosting! I was kind of hoping she went to the real Dr Akopian, but honestly dream ghosting works equally well for me. But falling asleep on the toilet, Rebecca? Really?

I love the red dress Rebecca wears, because that is the color associated with love and of course she will wear it on this important night.

Tim...spend Valentine’s Day with your wife. You learned about her clitoris, now learn to handle your 11-12-year relationship. Seriously.

Maya looks cute though. Love her Reveal

All of Paula’s heart decorations are marvelous. Especially digging the earrings.

The time fakeout was nicely played. I got spoiled for that going in, but I appreciated how they clarified when “earlier” actually was.

Josh’s panic about Rebecca’s decision made it sound like it was...not entirely about her, more that he had finally reached a new stage in his life and was ready to share it with someone compatible. I wish they had delved into that more.

George’s “Raven’s Nest” is terrifying

Yay for Darryl and his blended family with April. Also holy hell that is going to be a crowded household.

All of Rebecca’s flashforwards were very short, but I liked those different glimpses into different lives and how frustrated she was that the Rebeccas in them were not happy.

So much cuteness: Rebecca + Greg’s wedding dance, pregnant!Rebecca presenting a baby Ruth Gator Ginsburg to Nathaniel, and her+Josh’s family breakfast with their adorable kids

Having the episode be a little more stripped down and center on Rebecca and Paula felt very natural, because that is how the show started and it would be the way to make it come full circle. While their relationship is no longer nearly as codependent and have other aspects of their lives as priority, it is good to see them still come together and rely on each other for pivotal moments.

ESPECIALLY having Rebecca bring Paula into “that weird thing [she] does”. Seeing her run around and peer excitedly at the costumes, and being so excited about this rich imagination of her best friend is just so heartwarming.

What she needs “just happens to be here” and the handholding moments GAHHHHHH

Also ‘11 o’clock’ was PERFECT. Love how they took all of these seminal songs and brought them together with the mannequins and the outfits and everything gahhhhhhh

I’m so proud of Paula for sticking to her guns about the pro bono arm of the firm and being prepared to walk away in order to continue doing something that she felt was right. Paula now knows her worth as a lawyer - now she can figure out how to use her worth and apply it to her drive. And Julia was willing to listen, so it paid off!

Watching Josh get his heart broken was hard, because the poor boy did not see it coming.

It makes sense for him to move out, but I wish we knew what he was doing for a living now.

I like the tidbit that him and George hang out now.

Josh’s new magic club girlfriend looks super nice and cute. But meeting Rebecca must have been so awkward. Especially if she followed the saga in the Daily West Covina.

Also, I wished she had a name. Please, for fan-fictional reasons!

AJ moving in with Rebecca is fun, but also such a bad idea. I am relieved that he will never tell her whether he has a vibrator or not.

I love AJ in general. For introducing a new supporting character, they came out very strong with him and I’ve really enjoyed having him around.

I hope she does get him that Harvard t-shirt

Valencia and Beth are engaged! And it was both quiet (in bed) AND a little bit dramatic (the drone). Looking forward to that wedding.

Heather and Hector got a hot tub! 

...maybe Rebecca shouldn’t be using it at the same time as them.

I liked that Nathaniel recognized what was happening with Rebecca very quickly and I kinda hope he was joking about the rock (knowing him though, he wasn’t). Still, the “you only have one life to live and you should live it the way you want” was a sweet sentiment.

Nathaniel walking away from his father’s firm was exactly what I wanted for him. I’m not sure he should stay long term in Guatemala, but a change to reevaluate his life will be good for him.

Also that he did it with the support of two psuedo-father figures and yelled ‘’I love you’ at his dad before hanging up. I am very pleased by that because Sr would HATE it.

I’m glad that Greg made it clear that he wasn’t going to wait for Rebecca

I loved Rebecca’s tribute to him at the open mic night, that he is someone who has always been ahead, and that she wants to have the passion in her life that he has for Serrano’s.

Whijo’s grumping about it was hilarious.

I am sure that Whijo had great things happen in his life too in the past year, but ouch re: the wildfire burning both his apartment and his childhood home.

To the surprise of no one, Rebecca is not in a relationship at the time of the ending. But given how they played her breakups with the boys with gentleness, and the idea that she has a focus of her own now rather than needing to actively “choose herself”, really worked for me, because romance is still important and desirable part of life. It’s just not the only part of it, and when Rebecca says that she feels ready to welcome the other side of love into her life, I believe her.

The panning shot of all of the eligible guys made me laugh way too hard.

I did want to hear her song, but that is an excellent way to close things off.

For the concert special I don’t have this kind of list, but it was fun and sweet and a perfect send-off as well. My favorite gag is either between David Hull dancing in Vella’s song, or Michael MicMillan’s sexy toothbrushes. The Period Sex choreography was GREAT. Especially the incredibly obvious maxipads. They are all stupidly talented.

It’s also really cool that they were able to have so many of the supporting cast come join them for props/backup vocals/gags. That made it feel really warm and complete.

Also loved Vinnie popping out of the bed for the Sex Medley

In many ways, this episode resolution was simple and probably predictable for anyone who has thought about the show as deeply as the people here think about it. There was so much focus on the boys in the last few weeks that it was incredibly obvious that the solution would be that she would choose none of them, because to actually have the conflict for the final episode narrowed down to that choice would go against the very nature of the show. But the way it was handled really worked for me. Rebecca has a life and routine and friends, plus now she has a passion to nurture to its full potential. This first version will be rough, but it will be something.

I do have my criticisms, because while I love this show, there have been quite a few plot points/character beats that I feel were shorted/not touched upon: Josh’s story in particular feels incomplete to me, especially when it comes to having direction in his life. I wanted to see more of Heather+Valencia this season and especially have a stronger focus on Rebecca being a better friend to her gurlgroup, which was often glossed over. I wish things hadn’t gotten so frenetic, or the love quadrangle taken up so much time that could have been spent on moving the characters more gradually in certain directions. In general, I wanted to explore other background character relationship dynamics on a deeper level. There’s also the consistent question of when and how often the writers were knowingly subverting or playing into with tropes, which I suspect also contributed to how the back half of this season was devised.

But this story has always been Rebecca’s story, for better or worse, and that focus is part of what makes this ending feel satisfying, knowing that she is in a centered, happy place, that she is surrounded by people she loves, and the room might include the guy who will be her future mate or not, and she is about to give them words from her heart. This was an apt ending to a phase in her life where she wasn’t sure what she wanted, and I’m happy for her and for everyone, and in the end that is what I wanted from this show.

“I open at the close” - written by JK Rowling, tweeted by Rachel Bloom, and applicable to Rebecca Bunch’s story. She now knows the passion that makes her happy, so we can leave her to a future wide with possibilities.

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Operation Henderson and Harrington Pt. 2 ~ Mini-Series

Summary: The kids take it upon themselves to test their matchmaking skills. With a little help, they form a plot to get you and Steve together by Halloween.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x (Henderson!You) Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Language! Mostly from Dustin.

A/N: I am so happy that part 1 received so much positive feedback and I am so happy that you all love it so much! Here is part 2 for you. I’ll try to post a part each night until the series is complete. Please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!!! Much love to you all. xx

Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three ~ Part Four ~ Part Five ~ Part Six ~ Part Seven FINALE

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Phase One of Operation Henderson and Harrington: Get Steve to agree to the group costume.

Hopper swung by to pick up El and Max after school, leaving the four boys alone to wait for Steve. He took on the responsibility of dropping them off at home after each school day ended, unless they had AV Club and in that case Joyce would pick them up.

“Alright, guys,” Dustin clapped his hands to get their attention, gathering them up into a circle. “Remember the plan. We changed our costume idea, and now we’re going to be the T-Birds, and we want Steve to dress up as one too so the group is complete. I am Kenickie. Mike, you are Sonny. Will, you are Doody. And Lucas, you are Putzie.”

“Why do you get to be the cool one?” Will asked.

“Because Danny and Kenickie are best friends, like Steve and I are, so it works,” Dustin explained to them.

“Have I mentioned how much I hate this plan?” Lucas jumped into the conversation, “Because if not, let me mention it now. I really hate this plan.”

“You’ve made it clear that you’re against true love, Lucas Sinclair, and I feel sorry for you,” Dustin sympathized with him as he held his hands over his heart.

“I am not against true love!” Lucas groaned as he threw his head back.

“That’s because he loves Max,” Mike teased.

Lucas’s face heated up as he pushed his friend lightly.

Will shook his head and turned around, catching the familiar BMW making its way over to them. “Guys, he’s coming! Everyone shut up!” Will waved his hand in the direction of his friends to get their attention so they would stop talking about the plan.

The car came to a stop in front of them and Steve rolled the window down as he called out to them, “Get in the car, you little shits.”

“Shot gun!” Dustin called out as he scrambled to reach the door first.

“You call shot gun every single day and we tell you every single day that no one else is going to call shot gun,” Lucas rolled his eyes at his friend.

The rest of the kids climbed into the back and dropped their bags onto the floor. They leaned back, not noticing the stare that was coming from Steve’s direction.

He peered over his black Ray Bans, connecting eyes with each and every kid.

“Yes, Steve?” Dustin asked him.

“Do you expect me to move the car if you all don’t put your seatbelts on first?”

Steve chuckled as they all jerked a bit before they pulled their seatbelts on. He pulled away from the curb and started driving to the first house, which would be Will’s.

“So Steve!” Dustin twisted in his chair to look at him better. “We have new Halloween plans.”

“New plans? I thought I was watching you kids while you ran around and hoarded candy from the neighbors,” Steve questioned him.

“You know, people usually call it trick-or-treating,” Mike shrugged his shoulders in the back.

“What Dustin means is that we have a new costume idea,” Lucas jumped right to the point of the conversation, wanting to skip all of the formalities.

“And we need a fifth member,” Will added.

“Congratulations, Steve Harrington! You’ve been elected to be that fifth member,” Dustin grinned.

“What?” Steve shouted. He shook his head and pulled his Ray Bans off, shaking his head. “No, no, no. I volunteered to chaperone, not to partake in dressing up.” Steve knew Y/N would be babysitting too and he could not imagine dressing up in some dorky costume in front of her. All chances of ever getting together with her would be flushed down the toilet.

“If you don’t partake in dressing up our group costume will be incomplete and Halloween will be ruined,” Dustin attempted to guilt trip Steve.

“So go back to your old costume!”

“Nope. Too late. There’s no turning back. It is Will’s first normal Halloween in what has been forever and you are going to ruin it by not being our fifth member.”

“What...” Steve turned his head back to glance at Will quickly and groaned when he saw that he was pouting a little. He slammed his hand on the wheel as he grumbled, “What’s the damn costume?”

“The T-Birds!” the four kids shouted simultaneously.

“And you, my friend, will be Danny Zuko,” Dustin specified.

“Fine,” Steve conceded after thinking it over for a moment. He knew there was no way of getting out of it but he gave them a warning, “Do not pull this shit again next year or you can find yourselves a new babysitter.”

The kids rolled their eyes, knowing he was lying. Steve would never give up his title of babysitter. As Steve kept his eyes on the road, they exchanged a quick glance and a smirk.

Phase One was complete.

Phase Two of Operation Henderson and Harrington: Get Y/N to agree to the group costume.

You had notebooks and textbooks scattered all around you as you laid out on your stomach. You were hanging out in your room, trying to get some homework done as music played in the background. Your Mom was out in the living room with the cat as she waited for Dustin to get home from school.

You hummed along to the music as you moved your pen across the paper, but you looked up when you heard a knock on your door.

“Y/N,” your Mom called out to you. “You have two visitors!”

Your Mom stepped out of the way to reveal El and Max. You smiled as you pushed yourself up from the floor. “This is a nice surprise,” you said. “Come in!”

Your Mom walked away, leaving the door open as the girls stepped into your room. You moved over to the radio so you could lower the music. “Pardon the mess,” you apologized as you gestured to your school work on the floor. While you were excited to see the two girls who you had grown close to and who you had become very protective over, considering them honorary little sisters, you couldn’t help but question if everything was okay.

“Everything’s good,” Max assured you as she sat down on your bed. “We wanted to talk to you about Halloween.”

“The boys’ costumes suck,” El sighed as she sat next to Max. “New ideas.”

You laughed a little and sat on the bed with them, tilting your head. “Yeah, my brother and his group of friends have some weird ideas. I don’t blame you for wanting to do your own thing.”

“We can’t come up with anything, though,” Max sighed as she looked up at you. “We’re just two girls.’

“First of all, you two are not just girls. You both are bad ass. Second of all, there are plenty of awesome costumes out there for girls. What if you two went as Wonder Woman and Supergirl?” you suggested.

El scrunched her face up and shook her head. Max let out a loud yawn, as if that idea was enough to put her to sleep. “That’s what every single girl will be dressing up as,” Max said.

“Okay, that’s a no then...” you took a deep breath as you tried to come up with something else. You looked around your room for inspiration. “Female rockstars?”

“No,” Max shot the second idea down.

El stood up from the bed as you and Max tossed more ideas back and forth. Nancy had shown El a picture of the Pink Ladies and told her that you would have the same picture up somewhere. El found it and pointed to it, calling your name out to get your attention.

You turned your head around and walked over to El, “What’s up?”

“This,” El tapped the picture with her finger. “This is the costume.”

You looked at where she was pointing to and your eyes lit up. It was a picture of the Pink Ladies from ‘Grease’. “The Pink Ladies!” you shouted excitedly. You took the picture off of the wall carefully and held it up so Max could see. “You girls could be two of the Pink Ladies! That would be totally cute!”

Max did her best to hold back a smirk as she agreed with you, “That could work.”

“Y/N, you too,” El tugged on the sleeve of your sweater. “Dress up with us.”

You stopped and looked between the two, sighing a little. Halloween wasn’t your thing, but how could you say no to them? You nodded your head and smiled at them both, “Make that three of the of the Pink Ladies.”

They rushed over to you and hugged you tightly, causing you to laugh and hug them back just as tight. “I’ll get the costumes together, okay? I’ll head out this weekend to pick things up,” you promised the girls.

Hopper’s voice echoed down the hall as he called out to the two girls, saying that they really needed to leave. The girls said goodbye to you and as Max was leaving the room, her eyes caught a framed photograph of you with Steve, Nancy and Jonathan. Max stopped a little, taking notice of how everyone was looking directly at the camera except for you. You had your head turned up and were gazing at Steve. Max felt something fill her chest and for the first time since they had all put together this plan, she felt optimistic. Maybe, just maybe, they could all pull it off. Max and El exchanged a high-five with one another once they were out of your eye sight and shared a grin.

Phase two was complete.

The girls had left and you couldn’t help but wonder what you had just gotten yourself into. You’d most likely be the only teenager out, besides your babysitting partner Steve, and now you’d be dressed up in a costume. Your cheeks heated up a little and you muttered to yourself, “Here’s to making a fool of yourself in front of Steve.”

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