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beca-mitchell · 3 years

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little taste of heaven (i'm caught up in you) (1/1)

Summary: now i see daylight AU - Beca and Chloe’s first date, finally.

Word count: 3.9k

For @anna-kendrick: We've worked on this universe for the past year and holy, it means the world to both of us that you guys love Beca and Chloe as much as we do. Thank you so much for the encouragement and love, always.And of course, again, thank you to Josi who is an incredibly talented artist. Look at this art.

title from "untouchable (taylor's version)" though I did heavily consider using "our song"...i just liked the energy of untouchable a bit more.

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AGE: 15/16 LOCATION: Brookline, MA MONTH: June

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It is finally June. The warm air is only a hint of better things to come. Like the last day of school before total freedom.

Beca smiles at Chloe as she nears Beca’s locker. “Hey,” she greets. “Good practice?”

Around them, students mill about excitedly, cleaning out their lockers and making plans for the summer to come. Chloe shrugs, hair clearly still damp from her shower. “I don’t know why we keep running through practices when we have no more games for the season.”

“Got to keep the regional champions in top shape,” Beca teases. “Keep the other teams on their toes.”

“But I’m tired,” Chloe complains. She leans heavily on a neighboring locker. “Since it's the last day of school, will you come over tonight for dinner? My parents are whining about how they haven’t seen you in a while.”

Beca clears her throat, thinking about how the last time she had gone over to Chloe’s house had been when Chloe and Tom broke up...at the end of April. Over a month ago. She had gone because Chloe had been crying and upset. She had gone because even if her body ached with the anxiety of not knowing where she and Chloe stood, she and Chloe were always going to be friends first. Best friends.

Best friends who felt something more than friendship for each other. Confirmed, real feelings. Feelings that made them want to kiss each other.

Feelings that they hadn’t yet talked about. Or acted on despite both of them being extremely single at the moment.

Hell, Chloe's birthday came and went a couple weeks ago without much fanfare. Beca had been too shy to do anything remotely romantic and they ended up going to a movie with a few friends before going to an arcade.

“Bec?”

Beca nods stiltedly, pretending to contemplate her now-empty locker a bit more before turning to face Chloe. She steadies herself with a quick breath. “I’d love nothing more.”

* * * * *

Beca stares at her reflection with some trepidation.

“It’s just Chloe,” she mutters to herself, eyes tracking over every crease in the skirt she has picked out. Maybe I should go with jeans, she thinks. But it’s gross and hot out today.

She isn’t even sure why she’s nervous. It just feels like a return to normalcy of sorts, but Beca’s pretty sure that now that she knows what it feels like to kiss Chloe and what it feels like, a little bit at least, to know that Chloe feels somewhat similarly to her. It’s different. In a good way. Maybe it’s different in a scary way.

She isn’t even sure she can bring up the topic with her mother, so that’s an added layer of uncertainty: it’s additionally anxiety-inducing not knowing how her mother will react.

It’s well past the time that Beca should have already walked out the door to head next door by the time she actually forces herself out of her bedroom and down the stairs, but she figures Chloe will understand. And dinner is rarely ever prepared at the exact time stated in the Beale household anyway. Beca’s not too worried. Just nervous.

She finally reaches out to press the doorbell.

Chloe opens the door almost immediately. “Thought you got lost,” she teases.

“Were you just waiting behind the door?” Beca asks quickly, allowing Chloe to grab her wrist and pull her over the threshold.

“And if I was?” Chloe shoots back, offering Beca a lazy smile, playful in nature. With an underlying hint of something else.

Beca blinks the surprise away. “I wouldn’t be complaining if you were waiting for me. Just sorry I kept you waiting,” she offers.

“Dinner’s not ready anyway,” Chloe says, as Beca expected. They breeze past the living room area, taking a mild detour past the kitchen and towards the back porch. “I might have told you a slightly earlier time because I wanted to talk to you about something,” Chloe says lightly.

“Should I say hi to your parents?” Beca asks worriedly before it registers what Chloe just said. “Wait, what? Talk to me about what?”

“Come sit with me,” Chloe says instead. Patiently. She gestures towards the tree - the tree they used to play under all the time as children - nestled in the corner of the backyard.

It’s one of Beca’s favorite spots.

She follows Chloe, wondering if it’s too late to run home and change into her jeans because she’s sure the grass and sticks will prick at her skin, but she’s surprised, as they near, that there is a small blanket laid out underneath.

Chloe had planned for this.

“Please sit,” Chloe offers. She sits comfortably, patting the spot next to her. “I had a feeling you’d dress up a little. Didn’t want you to get a dress dirty.” Her eyes drift down to Beca’s skirt briefly before she lifts her eyes, smiling at Beca. Beca doesn’t feel self-conscious, shockingly. She feels content. Safe.

Maybe a little warm if anything, but she knows that’s probably the proximity to the girl she’s been crushing on for the longest time.

“I...wanted to talk to you because we haven’t...really talked. About...y’know.” A hint of nervousness creeps into Chloe’s voice. “When we kissed and then Tom…” she hesitates. “We just didn’t get to talk about anything. And now the school year’s pretty much over, so I thought…”

“Right,” Beca agrees quickly. Her palms begin to sweat. She sure as hell hopes Chloe doesn’t expect her to lead this conversation. It was mortifying enough the first time around when she had basically laid everything on the line while Chloe was still dating somebody else. When Chloe had left her with nothing more than a heartfelt, vulnerable don’t give up on me. Then she had broken up with Tom and that was all their school could talk about for weeks.

And now this. Somehow Beca survived all of that while slowly making sure her friendship with Chloe survived as well. They both made sure of that.

“I like you,” Chloe declares. “I mean...I think I always did. Like you, I mean. As more than a friend. But the feelings were really confusing.”

“I get it,” Beca says a little too quickly. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs, laughing a little when Chloe smiles at her. “I feel like I haven’t stopped thinking about this for a while. But I never wanted you to feel pressured to talk about this with me even though we kissed.” She ignores the way her voice totally cracks over that last word.

“I never felt pressured,” Chloe assures her gently. “I am so...grateful that you’re in my life. I didn’t want to mess this up. But I think we should...try.”

“Try?” Beca echoes.

Chloe blushes. Like a full-on blush that spreads across her cheeks, visible to Beca even in the dying daylight. It makes her cheeks rosy and Chloe even flinches at her own reaction. “Dating,” she says simply once she seems to regain control of her emotions. “I want to go on dates with you. And hold your hand. And more kissing! If that’s what you want.”

Beca’s sure that her heart explodes somewhere in her chest because she suddenly finds it very difficult to control various parts of her body. She can’t control the smile that spreads across her face and the following, matching blush in her cheeks. It heats through her face with ease. And even worse, she can’t control the way her hand comes up to her mouth as if to instinctively cover her smile because somehow being thrilled that her crush is basically asking her out making her body react in embarrassing ways.

Chloe laughs at her, not a hint of malice in her laugh. Just joy. “I take that as a yes. Thank God, I wasn’t sure how I was going to convince my parents to move away.”

Beca rolls her eyes. Finally. Teasing. She can do that. “You wouldn’t be able to leave me. You like me too much.”

Chloe’s smile grows soft. “Well...yeah. I do. A lot.”

Beca’s breath catches. She’s sure she could kiss Chloe right now and the crazy part is, it wouldn’t even be totally weird. Or out there. Because they’re going to start dating. But maybe kissing Chloe again before their first date is frowned upon? Beca has no idea. She’s still only ever kissed one person and that person is sitting in front of her.

“Girls! Dinner!”

As if Chloe had been reading her mind and her intentions, Chloe shakes her head and stands, offering a hand to pull Beca up. When Beca stands, they’re somehow even closer - almost nose to nose - than they had been when they were sitting. “Saved by the bell,” Chloe whispers, breath close enough to be felt on Beca’s mouth.

* * * * *

The most interesting part is that Beca hadn’t really thought about any of this - dating Chloe - beyond just vague daydreams and fantasies about just some kind of happy utopia with Chloe by her side. It’s honestly not much different from their usual day-to-day considering how close they already are, but dating? Actual dating?

Her Google search history stares back at her accusingly.

dating tips dating best friend first date first date movies dating girl what to do

She supposes she could ask her mother, but even that brief thought makes her shrink away from her desk. Beca stands and begins pacing. She’s sure that she’s overthinking this all. That Chloe could probably care less about what they do on their first date. That Chloe’s probably just expecting them to spend time together, just the two of them. With more handholding. And maybe a kiss at the end of the night.

“Shit,” Beca mutters suddenly. She rushes back to her computer, adding another search to her list.

kiss on first date ok???

She frowns. Not quite.

kissing before first date acceptable

In the end, she is saved from her descent into a hole of online searching by a text from Chloe herself.

Chloe dinner tomorrow at south street? haven’t been downtown in a while

Beca i’m down!

The ease at which Beca replies does not at all reflect the somersaults in her stomach.

* * * * *

“Hey,” Chloe calls, putting her menu down. “Where’d you go just now?”

Beca blinks, realizing that she had glazed over the menu entirely, too wrapped up in her own thoughts. “Oh, just...contemplating…” her eyes land on the first item she sees. “Salad.” She can’t help the way her own nose wrinkles instinctively at the thought of eating salad.

Chloe is as intuitive as ever, smiling as she reaches across the table to touch Beca’s hand. “You hate salad. Especially here.”

Beca swallows, struck by both the normalcy and intimacy of Chloe’s touch. They’ve been friends for years—there is nothing extremely off-putting about them holding hands or even just randomly touching each other on the arm, shoulder, knee.

And yet—

Chloe draws her hand away, seemingly not at all aware of Beca’s inner turmoil this time. She refocuses on her menu. “Want me to order something for you?” she asks instead.

Beca nods, though she is surprised. “Sure.” Now she’s curious as to what Chloe will order for her. And if she’s being honest, it kind of makes her feel giddy, the thought of Chloe knowing her well-enough to order something. Not that Beca would even bother with telling Chloe that she’s wrong. She’d eat anything at this point, just to spend more time with Chloe.

It’s not even like they’re at a fancy restaurant. It’s a diner downtown. The bright retro designs all around plus the comfortable, plush booth seats are all appealing to Beca and she likes the general atmosphere.

But she kind of wants to just…

“Can I sit next to you?” she blurts out. Immediately, she clamps her mouth shut, resisting the urge to avoid Chloe’s curious gaze, which lifts to meet hers immediately.

Chloe grins. “I would want nothing more. Get over here.”

Beca nearly sags in relief, but focuses instead on moving around the booth so she and Chloe are sitting closer, now on side of the booth.

Beca focuses on the frequent piece of advice she had found through a few somewhat reliable Google results.

Hold her hand.

Beca does. She inches her pinky across the cool vinyl seats until she can feel Chloe’s against her finger. Then, she slips her hand over Chloe’s, gently hooking her fingers on Chloe’s palm until Chloe gets the idea.

Chloe’s hand flips slowly, their palms touching. Beca exhales, sliding her fingers between Chloe’s, already liking the easy, comfortable fit of their hands.

Chloe says nothing, content to enjoy the silence and familiarity just as Beca is content to allow her feelings to take over. For a moment, Chloe appears to be perusing the menu in silence, but there is a steadiness to the set of Chloe’s shoulders. Beca can tell, having been so attuned to Chloe’s characteristics for longer than she’d like to admit. For longer than even Chloe herself knows at this moment. She glances at her date—her date!—selfishly taking the moment to appreciate Chloe’s profile.

It’s something she has done so many times before, but this time...this time, in a diner outside of town with the soft clatter of dishes around them and Chloe’s soft, warm palm against her own, Beca knows this is different.

“You know,” Chloe starts awkwardly. “I...obviously don’t mind if you ordered on your own.”

Beca laughs. “Why’d you offer to then?”

“I don’t know,” Chloe says, exasperation in her voice. She groans and hangs her head slightly. “I asked Max and-”

“You asked your brother what to do on a date with me?”

“No!” Chloe explains before she snorts. “I just...told him I was worried about impressing a girl. And I don’t know why, but I somehow thought he’d have some idea.” She grins a little, glancing at Beca out of the corner of her eye. “Did it work?”

“Maybe a little,” Beca says distractedly. She’s more fixated on the fact that Chloe must have been truly desperate to have turned to her older brother for help.

“Oh and he totally guessed I was going out with you, by the way.”

That’s not something that thrills Beca too much. Her imagination immediately conjures up a comically exaggerated vision of Chloe’s brother threatening her with a knife. “How?” she asks. “What did he say?”

“Nothing, really. He just kind of guessed and then said ‘finally’ or something like that.”

“Well, thank you for offering to order for me. It was very...chivalrous of you.”

“Please stop.”

“Quite charming.”

“Beca.”

“I can’t wait to see what other moves you try on me. Are we going to share one milkshake?”

“...no?”

* * * * *

They end up ordering two separate milkshakes because Beca sticks to her vanilla and Chloe orders chocolate.

“Try,” Chloe commands. “You always get vanilla. Chocolate is so good.”

Beca sighs, but obediently sticks her straw into Chloe’s cup despite Chloe’s protests of “contamination” and quickly takes a sip just to shut Chloe up for the time being. It’s not horrible - Beca just isn’t the fan of how chocolate tastes in milkshake form, though she’s sure Chloe will claim there’s no difference if the milkshake were in a solid chocolate bar form instead.

However, she’s mildly distracted by the sudden proximity she and Chloe have between them. Chloe’s arm rests loosely over her shoulder, where she had put her arm when Beca leaned in to drink from Chloe’s cup. She can practically feel Chloe’s breath on her neck and her cheek.

It would be so easy to just turn and -

Beca shakes her head slightly and shifts back. Chloe takes a moment longer to slowly move her arm from around Beca’s shoulders.

“What?” Beca asks quietly, poking at her fries a little. She catches Chloe smiling at her affectionately.

“Nothing,” Chloe replies quickly. “Just...you smell nice. That’s all.”

* * * * *

“I guess it’s kind of convenient that we live together,” Beca remarks, trying not to think too hard about the way Chloe’s hand feels in her own. She winces. “Well. Not live together. But…you know. Live next to each other.”

Chloe tilts her head, smiling as they walk up the path towards their houses. “And why is that convenient?” she asks lightly.

Beca blushes. She hadn’t thought this far. “I’m…I don’t know. I was just…commenting. On the convenience.”

Chloe giggles, pulling Beca closer ever so slightly. Beca likes the way their arms press together. She likes holding Chloe’s hand. She likes lifting her other hand to curl against the bend of Chloe’s elbow.

She likes knowing that Chloe likes her—really likes her—and Chloe enjoyed their date and—and—

“This is you,” Chloe murmurs, stopping in front of Beca’s door.

Beca kind of doesn’t want the night to end. She wants to sit on the porch and talk to Chloe for a few more minutes. Maybe one more hour. Just to hear the sound of her voice and have her attention for a few moments longer.

“This is me,” Beca parrots, feeling a lot more nervous than she thinks she’s letting on. That was what people said in those movies adorning Chloe’s shelves, right? It was what the internet said. Normal first date cliches. She steps backwards, under the light of her front porch, still holding Chloe’s hand as she does so. Chloe hesitates for a moment like she wants to follow, but ultimately she simply squeezes Beca’s hand in understanding and drops her own hand away.

Beca is immediately disappointed. She hadn’t wanted that at all. She bites her lip, watching as Chloe awkwardly shuffles her feet before she glances back up at Beca. A soft, slow smile spreads across Chloe’s lips, gentle and affectionate all at once. It makes Beca’s heart pound ridiculously hard.

“I had fun,” Chloe whispers, like she’s afraid somebody else will hear her. But not because she's afraid of other people. Just afraid that their bubble will burst, like Beca is. Another step closer. Beca swallows. “Can we do that again?”

“You’d want to go on more dates?” Beca asks, just to clarify, even though she knows exactly what Chloe’s asking.

“I would love to go on more dates with you.”

“Me too,” Beca squeaks out. “I—um—”

Chloe’s smile stretches, somehow happier than before. “Goodnight Beca.”

Something in Beca snaps. She steps forward, just two small steps and calls out Chloe’s name. “Wait,” she adds hastily.

Chloe stops and turns, surprised.

“Can I—” Beca swallows, licking her suddenly dry lips. “Can I kis—”

She doesn’t get to finish her question before Chloe is covering the ground between them in two short strides, wrapping her hand around the back of Beca’s head, letting the other come up to Beca’s arm, and kissing her for all her worth.

Beca gasps in surprise into the kiss, hands coming up to Chloe’s shoulders, squeezing tightly. Gently and slowly, Chloe presses further into the kiss, her lips moving ever so lightly against Beca’s. It is so much more than their first kiss—a do-over, if anything—and Beca realizes, with a jolt, that this is something she can do now. She can kiss Chloe because Chloe likes her and Chloe went on a date with her. Chloe held her hand all night.

Chloe wants to kiss her too.

Beca hums happily at the thought, looping her hands behind Chloe’s neck. It feels instinctual even as Beca blushes at the sudden intensity of the kiss. She knows Chloe has kissed more people than she has; she knows Chloe will forever have more experience in this regard. But God, Beca thinks that she has never felt more wonderful or powerful than she does in this moment, tightening her grip on the fabric of Chloe’s light jacket.

Pulling back ever so slightly, Beca heaves a breath and rests her forehead against Chloe’s forehead. Chloe’s breathing is the tiniest bit labored as well. For a moment, neither of them dares to move, too afraid to break the spell between them.

Chloe is the first to smile—the first to press forward ever so slightly so their noses brush delicately. “What were you going to ask?” Chloe murmurs.

Beca swats her shoulder lightly. “You’re so weird,” she mumbles back, leaning in to steal just one more kiss from her beautiful, wonderful date.

* * * * *

When Beca reaches the solitude of her bedroom, she finally gets what all those high school romcoms were about. Showing their protagonist thrilled to finally finish a date so they can squeal and giggle and simply dream about their crush or date. It’s probably the first time that Beca has felt her energy rebound around her room with such happiness and positivity. The sensation is addicting—she honestly just wants to text Chloe all night.

Which, honestly, she could.

Chloe kissed her. Chloe kissed her because she likes her and they just went on a date. A freaking date.

A text from Chloe jolts her back to reality.

Chloe i miss you, is that weird?

Beca no because i miss you too. weirdo.

Chloe i have something else to tell you. that might be weird. Idk

Beca go for it.

Beca watches the text bubbles float in and out on her screen, like Chloe is typing a paragraph. Despite Chloe just saying that she missed her, Beca can’t help but feel nervous.

Chloe I just wanted you to know why i picked south street. it’s because. well. Remember when we first went there by ourselves without our parents. Sometime last year. With a few friends. And we all squeezed into that booth and sat there and shared fries and milkshakes and felt like we were at the top of the world because we were finally in high school or something stupid like that. I don’t even remember much about that night or who we were with but i do remember seeing the way you laughed at something and how your entire face lit up. and i remember thinking that i really liked you and how scary it was that i felt these things for you so suddenly and so much. Like a lot. but i’m so glad that we both got to this point - that we both feel the same way. I just really loved the way you looked when you laughed and i am so happy you’re in my life.

Chloe also i really like kissing you

Beca doesn’t even bother replying.

She shoves on her shoes again and rushes out the front door. She is only surprised to see Chloe sitting on her own front porch, staring worriedly at her phone.

“You really are so weird, y'know that?” She calls out, careful not to startle Chloe too much.

Chloe does jump anyway, but she sets her phone down quickly. “What are you doing?”

“Finishing this date off again that you confessed your big scary feelings. Through a text message.” Beca pretends to be annoyed as she stomps over to Chloe. “You couldn’t have said all that?”

“You make me nervous!” Chloe exclaims.

Beca shakes her head, mustering up all the courage she has in the world, pulling Chloe in for a kiss like she wanted to earlier before Chloe beat her to it.

“So much better,” Beca whispers, smiling when Chloe huffs quietly against her mouth.

It's the perfect end to the beginning Beca has been dreaming of all this time.

fin.

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kerie-prince · 3 years

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We're Worlds Apart (3)

Draco Malfoy x American No-Maj!reader

series m.list | general m.list | previous chp

warnings: cursing, angst(?), Draco being a meanie :(

summary: Draco Malfoy is a pureblood wizard. Magic runs through his veins and has been since his birth. You're a Wiccan No-Maj; a non-magical being with ordinary blood through your veins, but practices what you call magick. And this very practice upsets your neighbor.

a/n: not my best lmao kinda gets cheesy. anyways, Y/M/N = your mother’s name and Y/B/N = your brother’s name

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“Do I really have to get one?” Draco whined in the middle of the phone store, getting his very first cellular device.

“Yeah, man. It's 2008 and you still write letters. Plus, your bird took a shit on my car,” Blaine said matter-of-factly. He found it funny that Draco still used an owl post for communication; the only other person Blaine knew that still uses an owl is his 97 year old grandmother. And even she has a landline in her house. “It's just easier and quicker to use. Why wait a whole day for a letter when you can just text me and I’ll respond in two seconds?”

“I’ve never even used a wall phone, how do you expect me to use a bloody cell-phone, Blaine?” Draco was fidgeting in his seat as he waited for the store employee to finish, what was it called, a credit score? Muggles sure are weird.

She came back shortly with a small, black box that had a weird word on it. What the bloody hell is an iPhone? She explained how it turned on, all the applications it carried, and details about billing and more. Draco was still confused about the whole thing but Blaine said that he would help him understand it better.

“Well look at you, Dray. A modern wizard in America,” Blaine jokes. Draco played with the new device, working out all the kinks of it. He sent his very first text message to Blaine at that moment. Took him precisely 5 minutes to type out a very bland, simple ‘Hello. -Draco L. Malfoy’

It made Blaine laugh so hard that he held his stomach. “My god, we’re gonna have to work on your texting skills, man. First things first, you don't have to sign your name at the end of a text. I know it's you.” Blaine explained to Draco all the fundamentals of texting as they walked through the halls of Santa Marie.

Throughout the day, Draco shared his new number with his department. The more he shared his number, the faster he became at typing.

At the end of his shift, he went to a nearby restaurant where he usually picked up dinner —not one to know his way around the kitchen — and headed home.

It's been a good week for him; his mother had sent him a letter everyday, he finished setting up the guest room for Theo and Blaise, he has this new phone, and best of all, Y/N had not crossed his mind once.

Now he still hasn't accepted what she does in her free time, but also he realized that she’s not exactly harming him nor did she know what he was. He's usually busy with all the work he does, anyway. It was quite a sudden change of heart. But mostly, it was his mother that was able to talk to him and change his views.

My dearest son, had it been during the time before the war, I would have agreed with you. But you have to understand that things are different now. You're different now. Now I am not forcing you, but maybe you should just talk with her just once. If not, just ignore her. After all, she only lives next door.

When he read the letter, he could practically hear all of his friends telling him ‘She's right, you know.’ And deep down, he knew it too. So he went with her advice: ignore Y/N.

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You’ve had a terrible week; your assistant manager forgot to count the inventory which meant she also forgot to make an order for inventory. A group of teens stole a bunch of little vials of oils you had put on display. And to top it all off, a man stood in front of your shop with signs that had biblical verses written on them, blocking the entrance way and essentially driving away any potential customers. You called security but they never came.

You were used to this happening, it's happened all your life. But that didn't mean that it didn't hurt. I'm not harming anyone, so why does this happen to me? Next week, your mother was flying in from Maine to look around the house to make sure nothing would ‘freak Stephanie out.’

Driving back home, you were just waiting to mix some bath salts in your tub, play music, and relax for the next couple of days. By sheer coincidence, as you pulled in you noticed your neighbor that you now knew as Draco pull into his driveway.

This week can't exactly get worse you thought as your legs carried you to his front door. With gentle knocks on the door, you waited patiently. Being rejected once more didn't bother you, but you at least wanted to hear him speak to you and try your chance to become better acquainted.

Draco opened his door, his tie was undone and he looked confusingly at you. “Can I help you?”

Panic overcame your senses and without thinking, you blurted out, “Do you hate me?” You noticed his shocked face as it was probably not something he expected to hear.

“Excuse me, what exactly are you talking about?” he asked in his entrancing British accent. It was too late to take it back, so you just kept going with it. “I’m sorry, but you moved in here four months ago and you seem to have made friends with everyone around here but for some reason, you won’t even say ‘hi’ to me. Did I offend you or something?” You sounded exhausted and sad. Not only at the week you just had, but how Draco wasn’t being so neighborly with you as he was with everyone else on the street. It bothered you so much to no end. And the most frustrating thing was that you didn’t understand why.

“Uh, I apologize that we haven’t been on speaking terms but I don’t think I have to talk to you now, do I?” Draco scoffed. Why is he being such a jerk? “I’m not saying that you have to talk to me, but it’d be nice if you could at least wave or something. But instead, you look at me funny and ignore me. It’s kinda rude.”

“Merlin, you muggles are so temperamental.” Draco said under his breath. The word sounded funny to you.

“Muggles? Did you just call me a muggle?” The look on Draco’s face didn’t go unnoticed. He stared at you for a few moments, not saying anything. What does that mean? “Is that what you call Americans in the UK? Doesn’t really sound nice.”

Draco started laughing mockingly at you, his grip on his door tightening and knuckles turning white, “Look, I don’t understand what it is exactly you want from me but I will say this; the fact that you are so offended that I won’t acknowledge you is honestly quite fucking childish and if you couldn’t get the hint then I’ll say it plainly for you now. I don’t. Wish. To. Be. Friends. With. You. Got it?” and with that, he slammed the door in your face.

Groaning out, you yelled at him through his door, “Fuck you then! I don’t wanna be friends with some rude prick!” You ran to your door and slammed it pretty hard. The sudden noise frightened your cat and made her run from her tower into your room. What the fuck is his deal?

You walked to your room, pissed off and tired. Looking up, you saw Draco in his room. You stared each other down before you walked up to your window to close your blinds, flipping him off before it fully closed. Afterwards, you took a regular shower and went to bed. Anger built up inside you, and for probably the first time, you hated another human being. And you had to live next to him for god knows how long.

“I mean, did you really have to say that to her?” Ian and Ashley had just listened to Draco explain what had happened the night before. Ian just sat in the chair eating his lunch as Ashley responded to him. “I know things might be different in England, but you should’ve given her a chance. She could be nice. I have a couple No-Maj friends on my block.”

“I’m on Ash with this. Is it really all because she’s Wiccan? Be honest, Dray,” Ian chipped in. At that point, Draco didn’t really know what to say. He thought he could look past it, but he couldn’t. “Maybe, yeah. I come from two families that had very strict traditions and views of muggles. I thought I dropped those views but seeing first hand what they do and-”

“And it makes you feel like a freak? Because you’re a real wizard that can do magic and they sit in some weirdly drawn circle and ‘do’ magic?” Ashley finished Draco’s sentence, making quotation marks with her hands. “I get it, I really do. I was offended too when I had to read about No-Maj’s doing this during school. And then to see movies where witches are viewed as ugly, green-skinned hags with warts on her face and wear rags for clothes. Kinda brings you down as a kid. But I got over it. You should, too.” Ashley held Draco’s hand for a bit before she grabbed her coffee mug and left for her appointments.

Ian sat quietly, watching as Draco was sinking in everything he was advised. “Look man, it’s not really my business to be telling you what you should or shouldn’t like, and who you should or shouldn’t like. And you know what, you’re not exactly in the wrong to get mad about what happened. After all, she just kinda picked a fight with you out of nowhere.” Draco had a face that looked as if he was saying ‘Right? I’m not crazy here’

“But,” of course there’s a ‘but’, “from what I hear around the street, Y/N’s really nice. Super weird for sure, but an overall nice person. I think you should think about it.” Ian nodded at Draco before joining Ashley out of the breakroom. Draco sat there, thinking about what his friends said and also thought back to his mother’s letters. I’m such a child. And I’m the one that called her childish. If he was honest, you were but it didn’t make him better.

He knew what he was going to do after work. It pained him to have to apologize to someone. Apologizing wasn’t something he was exactly used to doing. He’s only done it once to Harry and his friends nearly three years after the Battle. He didn’t even really know what to say to you. But he’ll figure it out. Right?

You stood shocked at your doorstep, hands holding onto the sweater as you looked before you. “Mom, you’re here early.”

“I had been given an extra week off of work so I thought I’d just come and see my oldest baby before your brother and Stephanie comes. Also gives me a head start to plan our dinner and get this house situated,” your mother walked past you with her two large luggage cases and dropped them on your living room floor. She looked around the house and eyed all the decorations and pictures on the walls.

To her, everything was nearly normal. You had family pictures posted and some pictures of you and your friends from college. In the living room, you had a tapestry hung up behind your couch that used to belong to your grandmother. “Y/N please, will you take down that blanket? Why don’t you put up a picture of some flowers, or maybe something abstract?”

“Because I don’t want a picture of flowers and that’s not a blanket. It was Grandma’s. I want it hung up there. Ma, you gotta understand that it’s my house now.” Your arms were crossed due to the cold. You had the day off and tried to spend it well as you did your cleansing spell in the morning, but it seems that it wasn’t very effective seeing as your mother came in and immediately started nitpicking everything.

“It was cute in your room when you were a kid. But you’re 26 now. How would your boyfriend feel if he walked in here and thought ‘oh, didn’t know I was dating a 16 year old.’” Her constant criticism was nearly pushing you to the edge. “Ma, I don’t really want to argue with you tonight so I’m just going to bed-” a doorbell rang throughout the house and you were thanking whoever was listening for giving you a reason to walk away from your mother.

As soon as you opened the door, you were met with another face that you weren’t exactly excited to see. “Can I help you?” you repeated Draco’s words from last night back at him in a spiteful tone.

Through gritted teeth, he looked at you and said, “I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry for being an arse yesterday. I hope we can look past it and become well-acquainted neighbors.”

“Huh, you’re sorry? You don’t really sound it.”

“I know, I’m not really used to doing this,” Draco quipped. “But nonetheless, I would still like to apologize.”

“Yeah, whatever, I’m sorry too.” You were about to close the door until your mother came up and pushed the door completely open, “Honey, who’s at the door- oh! Hello, I’m Y/M/N. And you are?” She looked at Draco with the nicest smile that you had ever seen on her.

“Hello, My name’s Draco. Nice to meet you,” he awkwardly shook your mother’s hand. He didn’t smile, but he also didn’t have the usual scowl on his face when he would look at you. Guess he does have manners. “Y/N, is this a friend of yours?” your mother insinuated with a less than discreet wink. Without missing a beat, you replied, “No. Ma, this is my new neighbor. I just met him. But it’s late, so nice meeting you Draco. See you around.” And you closed the door.

“That was rude, Y/N. You should have invited him in. He’s very cute,” your mother grabbed her bags and headed into the guest room. From a distance, you could hear your mother speak to herself, saying ‘At least this room looks normal’. “It’s kinda late. Besides, we have all the time in the world to talk.”

You walked to your small closet and grabbed the special bath salts for stress relief and walked to your bathroom. Starting to strip, your mother barged in. “Ma! Privacy, please!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N. I gave birth to you. Anyways, how long has it been since he moved in? Do you think he knows about your witchy stuff?” She asked as she stood by the door, checking her reflection as you continued to undress for your bath. “I don’t really hold a sign around my neck that says I’m a Wiccan, Mother,” you said with closed eyes. Your mother said, “I hope not. Night, baby,” and closed the door.

This is going to be a long three weeks.

The morning came and you woke up before your alarm and did your daily routine. The only difference was that your mother was going through your pantry looking for ingredients to make breakfast. “Morning, honey. Do you want some pancakes? I’ll make your favorites! It’s still blueberry, right?”

“No, that was Y/B/N. Mine are chocolate chip and peanut butter.” You said flatly as you grabbed your watering can. “Oh that’s right. But I already bought the blueberries.”

“That’s fine, they still taste good.” Your mother was satisfied with your response and started right away. You walked out to your front yard and watered your plants along the fence. The betony plants were beautiful, its sight was calming your nerves as you poured water over them. The sound of a door closing caused you to look up, watching Draco as he was standing in his yard with what seemed like a cigarette attached to his lips before he took it out and placed it onto an ashtray that was on his porch.

He walked over to the fence that separated your yards. The smell of the cigarette was in the air and it reminded you of your late father. “I meant it last night,” he mentioned his apology. You didn’t really know what to say so you just nodded and went back to watering your plants.

“But if I recall, you did start that fight,” he chuckled. You glared up at him for a few seconds before returning to your task. “Alright, I guess I’m sorry too.” Draco scoffed and just whispered ‘Whatever’ and walked away. “Wait,” you called for him before he walked back into his house and luckily, he stopped. “I’m sorry,” you said with sincerity. “Can we just start over?”

He stared at you, visibly contemplating your question then finally said, “Sure.” He walked into his house and you stood shocked in your yard. Your mother walked out and announced to you, “Honey! Breakfast is ready! Come on, I think your plants are watered enough.” With the snap of your screen door, you were released from your daze and walked inside. Maybe this week is turning around after all.

Draco sat in his room, not exactly sure what exactly happened. Was he really going to try and become friends with a muggle? He could imagine the look on his fathers face. Just because he had lost in the Battle, didn’t mean that he magically accepted muggles and muggle-borns. Narcissa didn’t like them much either but she also didn’t hate them as Lucius did.

This would shock not only his parents, but also his friends, Blaise and Theo. Merlin, the person that would probably have a field day about this would be Hermione Granger. He sat there, imagining Granger either laughing at him or cursing him after all the bullying he put her through. All those years of calling her a mudblood and he becomes friends with a muggle. A No-Maj. A Wiccan No-Maj. But then he thought about what Ian said at work. Y/N is really nice. Weird, but nice. And when he agreed to having a fresh start with you, he figured that it would give you a chance to prove him wrong about what you were like.

Or she could be exactly what I always thought muggles to be. Foolish.

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trblhyuns · 3 years

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imagine us. (pt.1 and we were eating)

pairing// hyunjin-reader main &&lil chan-reader for a little

tws// use of drugs and alcohol, suggestive scenes, hyunjin can be a dick sometimes and it hurts

— lighthearted

prologue / masterlist / pt.2

pt.1 wc: 1989

his cologne caught my nose. it smells just like the one i had got for my little brother this past christmas. when my brother wore it it smelt nice, and i liked the undernotes but on him, it just smelt weird. but now i could smell the same undertone and it was pleasingly sweet, but mostly smelled like dude. not like locker room dude but like shaves his face with a straight razor, changes his own oil, shops at nordstrom rack dude. my brother said he wanted it because he saw it in some pickup artist video saying that it was the best scent to get girls. i wonder if he got it because of that video too. not saying that if i smelled it on my brother that i would find him attractive too. ew. i know that scents change depending on the person who is wearing them. but the smell, or more likely the aura radiating off this guy is making my head turn.

i can only catch a glimpse of the head of hair on this guy. blonde and long. like the barbies i used to play with my elementary school when i would spend the night. i want to see more of him. his smell is luring me in. i feel like a dog looking for a treat that it hid months ago.

"why do you keep looking at the booth behind you" jisung looks into me, using scissors to cut the sizzling pork belly into small pieces. i fold into myself watching the pieces fall onto the round charcoal grill between us. "you're so weird." he shakes his head before going back to grilling the meat.

"okay try to see past all the smell of the expensive meat, which i am paying for, may remind you before you call me weird. but you smell that?" he looks at me while squinting his eyes, slowly he puts down the tongs and scissors. his fingers stroke his chin and within a few moments his features scrunch up.

"yeah i smell that. oh my god."

"really? i thought i was crazy." relief falls over me. i'm not the only one who can smell it.

"yeah it smells so fucking bad, it's like there is a y/n here stinking the whole restaurant up. yeah, i don't think i can eat anymore" he drops his hands on the table. my eyes droop. i look up at him from hooded lids, trying to put on the most deadpan face i can.

"yeah, i think you're paying now buddy."

"but y/n~~~ i was like um just playing, but for real it smells like dude. you know when you come to the studio with me and the middle schoolers leave because the youth classes end. yeah, yeah. like when the youth classes end. onions and axe." i chuckle at his response before grabbing a piece of the now grilled pork belly off the grill and putting it on my plate. i can not express how excited i am to eat this pork belly. it distracts me enough from what we were talking about before, and as i am ready to bring the food up to my mouth i am soon more distracted by the sound of the tall man scooting out from the booth behind me, napkin clad in hand making his way over to the buffet, probably to get more sides.

"jisung do you need more sides?"

"no, i need more front."

"what?" i looked at him puzzled trying to figure out what he means.

"i need to see the front of that guy who smells like onions and axe, was that what you were trying to look at in the booth behind you. because i'm going to let you know right now, just by looking at the back of onion and axe guy you have no chance."

i stare at him again.

"bitch what the fuck." jisung puts his hand up to his forehead, which i just flicked. "again, i was just joking gotdamn. if you want to talk to him this is your chance i guess. i want more radish now be nice and go get me some since you just flicked me." i roll my eyes still staring while my eyes close into a tight glare shooting at him. i look over at the buffet, and he is nowhere to be seen. usually, by now i would have kicked jisung under the table for being so mean, but he was right. this was a good time to go see what this guy was all about. and, i want to smell him. as appetizing as this porkbelly smells, and how much i was craving to eat it, he smells more delicious. but jisung's words play in my head again onions and axe. it makes me chuckle.

i get up and make my way towards the buffet. it's the dinner rush, and since this was the only good bbq spot in the town at the moment, i have to dodge busy servers, and the sound of conversations, and maybe even a fighting couple pass by me as i make my way over.

trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, i try to look around me taking in the surroundings of the restaurant, but trying to spot the full head of blonde hair. i put the plastic gloves over my hands, grabbing a plate from under the food, and then mindlessly— and may i add very slowly— put things onto the plate. i see him a bit of the way over just staring at the meat fridge. the blonde hair pulls me in and i'm about to make my move before i feel a sting on my face. quickly i wipe my hand over my face trying to scratch before i realize i now have the residue of whatever was on my gloves, but what's even worse i don't have my mask on. the blood rushes to my face as i quickly make my way back to the booth where jisung is waiting for me.

"dude you didn't even get any radish." he looks at me, looking like he is trying to hold back his laughter as he throws a napkin at my face.

"do you think he saw me, oh my god, what if he did, he probably thinks i'm some freak anti-masker trying to spread my germs to everyone."

"i mean i would." jisung retorts at me.

"you're such a dick" i throw my crumpled-up napkin back at him.

"yeah but who begged me to come out to eat with her, and who made me cancel my studio time just because little y/n can't grill food by herself, and can't stand the thought of eating out alone." his pout becomes deeper with each word he says, and his voice becomes squeaker at the same rate.

"yeah but who gets to eat for free?" i imitate him. this makes him purse his lips, a playful look on his face as he goes back to eating the sides i brought back from the buffet. he looks around before eyeing the direction of the buffet.

"yoooo YOOOOOOOO y/n y/n y/n. i know that guy." he has a surprised look on his face, but not hiding the fact that he is a little excited. like a little lab dog. i open my eyes wide, ready to hear how i can get closer to him. "i've seen him at the studio before. you know that guy chan i have been trying to get you to bang so i can live vicariously through you, yeah i think he is friends with him."

"first of all, i don't know why you keep trying to live vicariously through me. especially since the situation is me having sex with chan. because you are like. straight. but maybe i should hit up chan now haha." i play with the straw that's sitting in my water cup while jisung pulls out his phone, scrolling through. he looked so focused, a look i only see when he is trying to mix a new track, or while he stares at himself in the mirror while dancing. i wait there for a while, distributing the rest of the cooked meat between us. before i can start to eat jisung shoves his phone in my face.

"okay i got his snapchat and apparently he is here with this girl as you can see by the story i am showing you right now." that was quick, but expected from jisung.

i take his phone out of his hands, holding it closer to my face so i can read the caption better. remembering that they are in the booth behind us, i remember to lower my voice before i speak.

"okay first of all who comes to a bbq place and orders off the kitchen menu. and do you think they are dating, like is the emoji meant to be about her or the food, and do you think she is eating the food he is grilling, or do you think she is the type to eat salads on dates to seem more feminine." i start to ramble, obviously jealous over a girl i don't know over a guy i don't know. things have been dry for me lately. school has taken over my life. occasionally i will go out to the club, or the rare party, but being friends with jisung who doesn't get out as much as he used to, i just have never have an excuse to go out and meet more people. this is the action and drama i need in my life right now.

"okay, first of all, y/n you said a lot, and it is a lot to unpack. and i don't know if you know her and have some grudge or sum, but i think you are just reading too much into it." and he's right. i have only seen this guy's face like once, and maybe got a good whiff of him, but i feel like i'm going crazy for no reason. oh my god, i am so deprived of any interaction with anyone.

"let's just forget about it and get the bill. he has a girl so my window has closed." jisung nods in approval and goes to finishing his food. we continue to make small talk and joke around. the server comes to the table black book in hand. i put my card in and wait for him to come back with the reciept.

"wait y/n your tipping too right."

"oh my god jisung, just how broke are you?"

"i'm not broke i'm just trying to save up for these nice ass headphones and i just wanted to ask you to break our little you pay and i tip streak so i can keep a little extra cash so i can hear porn in HD audio."

"okay, okay, just stop talking, gosh. what is up with you today." the server comes back and i scribble in the tip and total before looking at jisung signaling to him to get up.

"nothin.'' he smiles at me as he scoots out from the booth grabbing his bag. "so now that you know that pretty guy isn't available will you FINALLY hit up chan. he has been asking about you." we are walking out of the restaurant now. standing out on the side walk beside the main road. there is traffic tonight downtown, like always. the older people are making their way out of the restaurants, and closing their tabs at bars. the bouncers are going to come out soon, ready to take only the obviously fake ids, and i can imagine a few hours from now the barely dressed girls on the backs of guys they met dancing stumbling down the concrete, or the older college kids playing pool instead of getting wasted.

"i guess now i will."

#straykids #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #bang chan #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin fic #hyunjin smut

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Hi TT,

I'm so glad that your lbs are back🥳🥳.

So much has happened in immj2 land after the vihaan track.Your lbs were the only source of immj2 for me..so when u stopped the lbs at the point where vihaan was revealed to be vansh only and he started playing mind games and revenge revenge with a clueless ridhima...Uske baad kya hua till the events in this lb I have no idea.So can you pls do a KAHANI AB TAK from the point where the lbs were on hold till now?

Love

Ratna.

Hi hi!!!!!!!! 💖💖💖

Oh boy, tbh, this show is bonkers crazy and I don’t know how to sensibly explain what the fuck went down, but I shall tryyyyyyy:

Ok so we left off at Vansh telling Riddhima to murder Kabir. She obviously can’t do it coz she’s a weakass bitch (warna kab ka Vansh ko hi maar deti uske anginnath chutiyaape ke liye............) Kabir gloats about it to Vansh and also lets slip that they were in a relationship before she came into V’s life, and how he’s just not fated for love, is he. Vansh gets hella mad at this and instead of going to therapy about it like a normal person, decides ki I have to get revenge from Riddhima for this. They go on some dhaarmic vacation where he abandons her and when she finally makes her way back everyone’s like “Hein tum kaun????????????/ Vansh ki biwi toh Ahaana hai.” So basically Riddhima; whose whole identity is just being Vansh’s wife; ka account deactivate ho jaata hai, like Trump’s twitter. Siya meanwhile starts yelling in her coma for Riddhima Bhaabi, so Vansh has to let R stay. There’s some stupidass competitions and shit between her and Ahaana and R is finally like ok you know what I’ve had enough of this and leaves. Siya finally wakes tf up and tells everyone the truth. V like OHNOE!!!!!!! I’M A DUMBASS!!!!!!! (yeah, we know.) and runs behind R and stops her from leaving. R usse bhi badi buddhu and actually gets back together with this fucking crazy man and his nonsense family. Ab aata hai track where Kabir starts sending Riddhima clues about her past and R finds that her parents didn’t actually abandon her at the anaath-ashram but actually died in some accident. She finds that around the saaaaaaaaame time, teenage V was in juvie. Snooping around, snooping around, as per usual she wants to know if V’s connected to her parents. Because no one taught her ki correlation =/= causation. V plans elaborate second shaadi to keep her from snooping but Riddhima apni multitasker max hai! Manages to get through 4098340239480 shaadi rituals and also do her jasoosi, finds out he was in juvie for a car accident that killed a couple. V lies to everyone that the couple he actually killed was Kabir’s dad and aunt. Yeh sunke K ki khisak jaati hai, but then he actually overhears V and Ishani talking ki that was a lie and it was Ishani who killed Riddhima’s parents and V took the blame for her. Kabir doesn’t like being taken for a fool and is like bitch imma burn this shit to the ground now and get my girl back too. Meanwhile V is having issues with his diamond smuggly business and is like “omg I have such a dangerous line of work I can never have a family of my own.” Well, yeh khayaal thoda late aaya coz guess who’s been regularlyyyyyyyy tapping it without wrapping it??????? Yeah, this dumbass who doesn’t want kids. K ka dariya dil is like “arre waah ek se saath ek muft muft muft? I want R and baby also!” V is a pissyass bitch about R getting pregnant as if she did it all on her own with no contribution from him. Anyway, thanks to his diamond smuggling fuckery someone shoots during a family event and Ishani loses her baby. Not the best time for everyone to find out R is pregnant, and people start trying to murder her and baby. Someone keeps sending her warning letters about it tho. K keeps saving her ass and V is just like meh who cares, mereko toh bas apni padi hai. AnuMom makes a comeback here and adds to the fuckery and K is like SO HELP ME GOD, DON’T YOU HURT MY GIRL AND BABY, and she’s like “hein yeh kya ho gaya, I was literally not here for a few weeks and ladka haath se nikal gaya.” Anyway, long story short, turns out it was the random uncle (Aryan’s dad who shows up only once in 6 months) who was looking out for R and baby and saving them via warning notes. For that nek kaam, AnuMom murders the fuck outta him. Tbh by this point I stopped even keeping up with the show and someall fuckery happens with the diamonds and all, but at some point V realises ki “oh mere ko bhi chahiye apna crotch-goblin” and accepts the consequences of his non-condom wearing actions. By this point Kabir is trying to get the diamonds and the girl + baby and idk man.......... Kuch ka kuch ho jaata hai and they all end up in a forest where Kabir seems to have murdered V (but he’s saved by AnuMom who’s like FRIENDSHIP ENDED WITH KABIR, NOW VANSH IS MY BEST SON) , and is all ready to marry R but V comes outta nowhere and haathapaai ensues and this leads to V/R jumping off a cliff and hiding but he gets shot and sends Riddhima off to safety.

Now we’ve moved to Voot. V wakes up 6-7 hours later in the forest to find Angre there; Angre says R is home and sent him to come get him. V comes home to find new and improved Riddhima who is veryyyyyyy horny all the time (not unheard of with pregnancy hormones.) Meanwhile entry of sasta!Vansh who R has some deal with and she keeps doing shit like steal the diamonds for him and some khaandani rifle (they keep calling it a “SNIPER RIFLE” but it legit looks like Vasco De Gama ki gun from Andaz Apna Apna.) Dadi on the other hand has turned into this major Gangster Grandma who’s ruthless as fuck and is all about the Raisinghania naam and power and mafia business or whatever and she’s like I can’t take it how V and R are fucking up the name of the fam for their do takke ka manhoos pyaar, I want them murdered, esp. R. V finds out that sasta!V’s wife (whom he claims to have murdered) looks exactly like Riddhima and is now convinced ki yeh jo mere ghar mein hai is a duplicate, and they have kidnapped my real pregnant wife. Anyway, he’s like fine Dadi, I’ll murder R for the khaandaan. Takes her to the jungle and shoots her in front of Aryan. But V is puraana paapi who is expert in making it look like he’s murdered the love interest of the season and hiding them from the whole world, so yeah............... Keeps R in some room somewhere and interrogates her every day but she’s like OMG *I’m* your wife, dumbass. Udhar Siya’s traumatised by bhaiyya’s wife-murdering ways and is now falling for sasta!Bhaiyya and gotten a makeover and discovered teenage rebellion; while Ishani’s realized how hot her husband is and is constantly wanting to sex him. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand now the non-Rrahul dude has gotten COVID irl, so I guess he’ll be off the show for a bit, and my cyuuutoooo Kabir (who’s being kept captive somewhere by Riddhima????) will finally be back? One can hope. I miss Kabir and this show is absolutely nothing without him.

#immj2 #ratnas-musings #tt answers

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layce2015 · 4 years

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The Last of Us Bonus Chapter 3 (Joel Miller x Reader)

When Joel Realized He Was Gonna Marry (y/n)

The Last of Us Masterlist

The Last of Us Part 2 Masterlist

"Finally!" I groaned as I look at the clock and see that it was time for me to clock out. "Lucky!" Kelsey exclaimed at me and I chuckle. "Hey, we still up for girl's night tomorrow, right?" She asked me. "Of course!" I said. "Awesome! By the way, how's it been since you moved in with Joel?" Kelsey asked and I blush

It had been almost two years since Joel and I started dating and just a couple of months ago, he asked me to move in with him. And to say I was happy is an understatement. I feel like I'm on cloud 9!

Joel has been nothing but kind and loving towards me. I mean, sure we do get into some arguments here and there but nothing that was really bad. Usually, we would give each other space and within a few hours we say sorry and start to move on.

Sometimes I wonder what I did in my life to deserve him.

"It's been great!" I said to Kelsey as I go over to the clock and start to clock out. "See? You two have said I love you then you've moved in together and now the next step..." Kelsey said, smiling, then she starts to sing the Here Comes The Bride song and I chuckle.

"Is he coming to pick you up?" She asked me. "Yeah, he said he was getting off early today and Sarah's at a friend's house, so we're going to have the house to ourselves." I said, feeling my face warming up. "Oh I know what that means. Bow chika bow wow." Kelsey said, as she does a little dance, and I face palm at this.

"Dear God, Kelsey!" Our co-worker and friend, Nolan, said, exasperated. "Oh don't be such a prude, Nolan." Kelsey said. Nolan was a guy that was a couple years older than us and he's a pretty chill guy, until Kelsey makes comments like she just did.

"I'm not being a prude, it's just we're at work and people could walk in and hear you." Nolan said. "Hey, nobody's in here. Everyone's already left, it's just the three of us." Kelsey said as I grab my bag and sling it across my shoulder.

"You sure you don't want to stay alittle longer, (y/n)? I don't want to be left alone with Kel for another couple hours." Nolan said, sarcasm dripping in his voice. Kelsey scoffs at this while I laugh. "Oh don't lie, Nolan! You love me!" She exclaims. "Love is such a strong word. How bout....I tolerate you." He said and he smirks and winks at me while I continue to giggle.

Kelsey places a hand over her out, pretending that broke her heart. "Oh Nolan! How could you? You're breaking my heart!" She said, dramatically, and I shake my head. "Okay you drama queens, before this gets too melodramatic, I'm heading out." I said and Nolan waves, vaguely, at me. "Get outta here you crazy thing!" He said and I nod at him then I look over at Kelsey, only to realize she had a shock look of horror.

"Kel? Everything okay?" I asked her, worriedly. She seemed too shock to say anything so I turn to see where she was looking and I gasped. Walking through the front doors was a familiar face with a mop of curly blonde hair atop of his head. His green eyes shined with happiness once he laid his sights on me.

"(Y/n)!" He said, happily.

"Markus?" I said, shocked and confused.

"How are you?" He asked me, smiling. "I-I'm fine. Wh-what are y-you doing here?" I asked him, nervously. "I came to see you. I...I need to talk to you." Markus said and I raise an eyebrow at this. "Markus, she doesn't want to talk to you. So can you kindly fuck off!" Kelsey said and I turn to her and shake my head at her. "Kelsey." I said, warningly, and she looks at me with worry before she steps back.

"Yeah, Kelsey, this is nothing that concerns you. This is between me and (y/n)." Markus said and I sighed as I turn to him. "Markus, there's nothing to talk about. We're done." I said, firmly, just as I saw a familiar truck come up to the parking lot.

"Please, (y/n), hear me out! I just...I just miss you!" Markus said as he walks closer to me. "I've been a mess since you've left me." He said. "Guess who's fault is that?" I said as I kept glancing out the window towards Joel's truck. "I know, I know...but I wanted to come to you and say...I'm sorry and I want for us to go back to the way things were. I want us to work again." He said and I groan at this.

"No, Markus. It's too late. I'm done with you." I said. "Now if you'll excuse me...." I said as I start to walk towards the front door but he steps in front of me. "Markus!" I said, exasperated. "I'm not giving up on you! Please, I missed you so much." He said as he tries to grab my hands but I back away from him.

"Markus, please, I have to go. My boyfriend is here..." I said and Markus' eyes widen at this. "What? What did you say?" He asked me, shocked. "My boyfriend is here to pick me up and take me home." I said and he still looks at me, shocked. "What? Did you expect me to stay single forever?" I scoffed and I start to walk past him again but then he grabs my arm.

"Hey!" Kelsey exclaimed but Markus glares at her, making her stop, before he looks at me. "Markus, let go of me!" I said as I try to pull my arm out of his grip but he held onto it tighter. "You have a boyfriend?" He asked, still shocked but I could hear the underlying anger in his voice. "Markus, please! You're hurting me!" I said just as I hear the door open.

"Hey!" Joel's voice said as he walks in and shoves Markus away from me, making him let go of my arm, and stands in front of me, protectively. "Get away from her!" Joel said to him, firmly. "Who the hell are you?" Markus asked him, angrily. "Joel." Joel said. "Well, Joel...can you fuck off? I need to talk my girl." Markus said as he tries to walk towards me but Joel stays in front of me.

"She don't want to talk to. So leave her alone." Joel said, firmly. "Why the hell do you care?" Markus asked, angrily. "She's my girlfriend." Joel replied, as he stands like he's getting ready to fight, and Markus' eyes widen a bit as I grab Joel's arm. "Joel, please. He's not worth it." I said then Joel and Markus have a stare down before Markus scoffs. "Whatever."

Joel glares at him as he wraps his arm around my shoulder and begins to lead me out to the door. "That bitch ain’t worth my time anyways." Markus yells and Joel and I stopped in our tracks. Joel then turns as soon as he heard those words from Markus.

"What’d you say?!" Joel asked, angrily, as I pull him back. "Joel!" I said, warningly, but Markus decides to open his mouth. "I mean I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s been whoring around town and found someone like you. How much did you pay her? Or better yet, how is she—" Markus started to say and Joel punches him across the face.

"JOEL!" I shouted, fearfully, as I go to stand in front of Joel and place my hands on his chest while Nolan goes over to Markus and holds him back as it seemed he was about to fight back. "Stop, please!" I pleaded to Joel, who was glaring at Markus, before he looks down at me.

His eyes soften a bit but let's me lead him out of the shop and into his truck. Once I get in his truck, I fold my arms across my chest and look away from him as Joel gets into the driver's seat. "Honey, you okay?" He asked me, worriedly. "Fine." I said, flatly, as I look out the window.

I hear Joel sigh and he drives the truck back to our house.

It was a quiet drive back to our newly shared home but I could feel the tension in the air between us. I was just so mad at Joel for attacking Markus after I told him not to.

Finally, we pulled up to the driveway and I un-buckle my seat belt and walk out of the truck without saying anything. "(Y/n), please don't act like this!" Joel called out to me as he comes up to me. I sighed and turned to him. "You didn't have to punch him, Joel." I said to him and he gives me a confused look.

"He called you a bitch and a whore. I couldn't let him get away with that!" Joel said. "And I told you that he wasn't worth it!" I said, my voice rising a bit. "Well, you're worth it." Joel said and I bite back a smile. "Joel...as grateful as I am for you standing up for me, you still shouldn't have hit Markus. I am definitely not worth all of the trouble." I said. "I mean, what if it got worse? How do you think Sarah would feel hearing that her father was sent to jail because he got into a fight?"

He stops then looks down as I shake my head again and walk towards the inside of the house. I go up into our shared bedroom and slam the door shut behind me, sit down on the edge and placed my hands over my face.

I know Joel was just being protective of me but...I was just angry and afraid that if he got into that fight with Markus, he would've gotten into worse trouble....and it would've been my fault.

So many things ran through my head of what ifs, like what if the cops were called and Joel got arrested. Or what if the fight got so bad one of them were seriously hurt or killed?!

I sat in our room for a few hours, just thinking over what happened until I decided to go down stairs. I walk into the living room to see Joel was nowhere around. Puzzled, I walk towards the kitchen and look over to my left and see Joel sitting in his study room just working on something.

I sighed then walk towards the kitchen and go to my little radio on the counter and flip it on. I look through the fridge to find something to cook for me and Joel. A few catchy songs came on and I ended up humming along as I started to cook.

As I started chopping up the vegetables, I feel a strong pair of arms wrap around my waist. I smirk a bit as I relax, realizing this was Joel. "I'm sorry. I-I should've listened to you when you told me to follow you. I was just...so angry when he called you those words. You deserve every good thing that comes your way, (y/n). And I didn't want him to come in and make you feel like you don't deserve the good things in life." He said as he leans his chin on my shoulder.

I sigh and set the knife down and placed my hands over his. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten angry at you. I guess my anger towards you was more fearing at what could've happen to you more than anything. I mean...if Markus was okay to slap me across the face when we were dating, I couldn't imagine what he'd try to do to you." I said and Joel holds me tighter against him. "Plus seeing him again just....really freaked me out." I said and Joel hums a bit at this.

"How about both of us say sorry and we move on from this stupid fight." Joel said and I chuckled. "I'd like that." I said and he kisses my neck, slowly, and I lean my head back against his shoulder, relishing in the feeling of his lips on my skin.

Both of us sway from side to side to the music until a different song comes on. Joel removes his arms around me then takes my hand and guides me to turn and face him. I smiled at him as he takes my left hand in his right and wrapped his left arm around me. Then we began to dance slowly as the song plays.

Wise men say

Only fools rush in

But I can't help falling in love with you

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can't help falling in love with you?

I then start to wrap my arms around his neck and he places his hands on my waist, both of us smiling at each other, lovingly.

*3rd Person POV*

As (y/n) smiles at him, Joel couldn't help but feel this wave of emotion towards the woman before him. It's an emotion he thought he'd never experience. Course he did have the same feeling towards his ex-wife way back when, but this....this felt different. This felt deeper and more personal.

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you

And there it is.

That was the answer!

He was in love with (y/n) and he couldn't help but fall deeper in love with her as the days go on. He loved her smile, her kindness, her patience, how she was able to turn a bad situation into a good one. He also loved how she would also make him laugh and smile when he felt angry or upset. And one of the biggest thing was how she and Sarah bonded so quickly.

So right here, right now, he knew that she was the one that he was gonna marry. She is the love of his life, and he was grateful to God that he had a special woman like her in his life.

He knew they were going to be a happy family together...and who knows, maybe later in the future, they might add a new addition to the family.

The woman before him, he would love and cherish her until the day he dies. He can see the future with her...nothing can ever change that.

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you

(Y/n) leaned her head against his chest and unwraps her arms off of his neck and moves them to hug him around his middle. He moves his arms up and wraps around her shoulders and hugs her too, his left hand caresses the back of her head then he ran his fingers through her hair.

He kissed the top of her head before she moves her head up to look at him, smiling that warm smile Joel always loved. He smiles back at her before he leans into her, she moves forward a bit til their lips touched. The two kiss, sweetly, before Joel pulls back and stares at her as she slowly opens her eyes, her (e/c) orbs shining with love.

"I love you." Joel whispers to her. Saying these words were still new to him as they just started saying the I love yous months ago, but he still liked the way his heart fluttered whenever he said them to her or vice versa.

"I love you too." She whispers back as she places a hand on his right cheek, her thumb stroke through his beard. He smiles as he cups her face in his hands and kisses her once again. But this time, the kiss was different. He was conveying all the love he felt towards her into this kiss, showing her that the words he said were true.

(Y/n) kissed him back and moves her hands into his short black hair and runs her fingers through them. He moves his hands off of her face and placed them in her waist as he starts to hold her against him. Then he moves his lips away from hers and starts to kiss her jawline then her neck.

"Joel..." she said, in a shaky whisper, but then she gasps when he found that sweet spot on her neck. She leans her head back, giving him better access, and closes her eyes as she loses herself to the feeling of him kissing and lightly biting her neck.

He kisses up her neck and jaw before he goes back to her lips. The two make-out, furiously, for a few moments before they stop to catch their breathes. Joel and (y/n) look at each other before he takes her hands in his and starts to lead her to their bedroom and she obliges. The two head up to the bedroom, smiling and laughing, acting like two teenagers in love.

They make it into the bedroom and (y/n) pulls Joel towards her and kisses him again as he starts to shut the bedroom door, the chopped up vegetables long forgotten.

@fangirl-inthe-us

@sleepylunarwolf

@randomly-musing

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watch-grok-brainrot · 3 years

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it's the 28th!! there is not much time left of the year, is there? i'm gonna send you a couple more asks than usually probably, just for the sake of it. to get out things like this before the reveal where i'm gonna get back into being a shy introvert idiot!! so i've been playing my new game, ghost of tsushima, and it's!!!! good lord, the graphic of the game is stunning (for the most part, the horses look a bit weird sometimes but still cute) and the main character is such an interesting character? basically jin sakai is a samurai, the opening scene is a battle where almost eighty-or so samurai die. his uncle, lord shimura, who raised and trained, him is captured by the mongol leader kotun kahn. jin gets saved by a thief called yuna, she rescues him after the battle when she looks for things to steal from the dead bodies. when jin wakes up he basically gets his armor back with yuna, she sold it to a merchant in order to buy medecine, he goes straight to the castle where they keep his uncle. as you would expect, he doesn't succeed. instead he gets thrown off a bridge, it's fucking high and even jin doesn't know how he survived that fall. (we also get some flashbacks every now and then, apparently his father was killed protecting his people and jin blames himself because he was a coward who was too afraid to fight (he was a fucking kid and i-). so the game goes on and we help jin fight against the mongols and free the people of tsushima, he makes allies for when he takes back (his uncle's castle i believe?) the castle where his uncle is being held. which i already did by now, so the next step is getting back this other castle, (jin's castle? or his uncle's? it's from one of them) the description says that "whoever reigns the castles reigns the island," so this is kinda bad. 50% of the time i'm really just trying to figure out the fighting system with jin's hidden weapons (ajksks it's a bit complicated but i think i've got it?) and idk questioning what honor means. that's a big topic of the game. at the beginning of the game we get a flashback, his uncle asks jin what honor means. he replies with "his father's words," so his uncle asks again. jin's reply is "protecting people i guess, those that cannot defend themselves." but then later the game tells us that the things he does is not deemed honorable, which is probably a cultural thing? he attacks from the shadows if necessary, if it means saving the lives of the people he wants to protect, to take back his homeland. but his uncle teaches him that only cowards strike from the shadow, that's it's dishonorable and not something samurais do (which is probably correct idk). so yeah maybe this game is making me questioning what i think honor is and to what extent honor is worth someone's life. if it means tossing honor and tradition aside and instead saving a life, isn't that worth it? isn't that the most honorable thing you can do, putting your pride aside and saving a life? it kind of reminds me of red dead redemption 2, where arthur keeps questioning what morality means, what loyalty is. they're outlaws, they kill people but their motto is "we shoot people who need shooting, we feed people who need feeding." and "vengeance is an idiot's game". rdr2 is about a found family falling apart, realizing that maybe they don't fit together. about morality, loyalty, love, righteousness, forgiveness and the consequences of one's actions. gots is about a lot of these things too, so maybe that's why i'm so fascinated with these games.

i know i'm rambling and you probably don't care but.... i don't often get to ramble about this so please, bear with me. when i say rdr2 is about these topics, then i mean that arthur goes through a lot of bullshit. the game keeps telling us, even at the beginning, that arthur is a very mentally unstable person who has a lot of issues, his anger being one of them. we know that arthur acknowledges that because he talks to one of the girls in their gang, i think it was either mary beth or tilly, that (when you go around and kill people) he feels like he's going crazy. he's questioning why he keeps letting his rage take the better of him. lets just say this boy has some serious issues. (not saying he has almost zero self esteem but maybe i am saying that) the closer to the epilogue you come, the more you see arthur questioning himself, his life, his family. arthur is not a good man, he knows that, but he's not a bad one either. he's just trying to survive in the world that he was thrown into when he was barely a teenager. the only life he has known is being an outlaw but he realizes that he cannot continue this path, it's not possible anymore. his gang his being hunted from every side, the only way out is going north and he knows they're being expected to go there. dutch van der linde is basically his dad, together with hosea, and arthur is his obedient watch dog and errand boy. until he isn't. arthur does a major development throughout the game, from not doubting the man who raised him to openly standing against him even at the cost of his own life. arthur is.... it's hard to explain because there are so many little moments where he grows and questions himself, his worldview and who he should put his trust into. bluntly said, arthur gets sick at pretty much the start of the game, we just don't know it and neither does he. but when he knows, the little changes he has over the course of the game get bigger and more apparent. he's running out of time, he has been since a few months and it helps him realize what he wants. helping people, it makes him happy even if he doesn't want to admit that, so that's what he does. righting, or at least trying, his wrongs even if he knows that people won't forgive him. that maybe he doesn't deserve to be forgiven, it's still better knowing that he tried to make up for his past actions even if it's too late. arthur is.... he's doing the right thing by the end, well if you go with the good-arthur version if you go with the bad-arthur he is still kind of better than his past self. to summarize it a bit, dutch goes kinda crazy. micah (another gang member) spies for the agents hunting them at one point and manipulates dutch, making him even more greedy and angry and the man really lost his mind after hosea got killed. dutch has always been the one more questionable out of the two of them, but he had a codex he followed. he forsakes this codex even if he doesn't realize it. he keeps on killing and killing and killing, dragging innocent people into this and putting his own men in danger. arthur snaps, realizes that maybe dutch isn't the person he thought he was. i'm really dragging this out aren't i? arthur and john, his brother in all but blood, together with john's kinda-wife abigail, their son jack, sadie and a couple of other gang members flee at the end of the story. because they realize that this is not a life they want, that dutch has changed since they first met him and that he's not the man they used to know. and it's really hard to explain but arthur's ending hurts. it hurts so much but it's the exact moment the game built up to, his death.

this is part 1/2. will answer on pt 2.

#snowbunny asked haoppo didn't answer here #mdzsnetcc #i'm impressed with your excitement tbh #Anonymous

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I'm so down for that.

Unwind Me by delgay

“Think you can manage that? Sitting next to me, without picking a fight?” Michael challenged.

“Can you?” Alex returned.

“No idea,” Michael admitted with a sideways grin that never failed to make Alex’s stomach turn over, “But I’m eager to find out.”

Alex is avoiding everyone, but he can’t seem to escape Michael.

When I'm Oceans Away by neapeaikea

While searching for an alien child, Michael runs into Alex, ten years after Alex ran away from Roswell and broke Michael's heart.

A Soft and Elegant Semaphore by InsidiousIntent

Roswell New Mexico is moving forward. Alex Manes is not.

Breathing by EmmaArthur

Kyle calls Liz to tell her Alex is in the hospital with pneumonia. She discovers that she's missed quite a lot of her friend's life lately.

Note: Pretty much anything by this author is a stellar read. Including, Looking Straight At The Sun

We All Act a Little Bad Sometimes by lostin_space

Alex confronts Isobel and Max on how they treat Michael.

I Never Look Away by Adillard

Post 1x13 fic. With Rosa alive and Max dead, there are a lot of things to figure out. Michael and Alex have to work through things and talk about things that neither wants to.

Mostly Malex with more of Echo to come- my version of season 2 :)

Mostly focuses on Michael and Alex's perspective of things.

More chapters to come-

A Simple Life (but with aliens) by BeStillMySlashyHeart

“I’m leaving Roswell,” he said again, firmer this time. “But I don’t want to leave you.”

Michael’s brow furrowed and he shifted to look at Alex. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I like you. A lot. And I don’t want to lose whatever this is between us. It sounds crazy, I know, we hardly know each other, but-”

“Yeah,” Michael breathed and his face lit up in wonder. “You feel it too?”

Alex moves back to Roswell ten years after leaving but it's not a fractured maybe of a relationship he's coming home to. No. This time, he's coming home to his family.

[The Season 1 rewrite no one asked for where Michael and Alex have been in a long distance relationship since high school and it changes things]

We both carry a switchblade in our sleeves by soberqueerinthewild

An Isobel & Alex post-finale friendship fic. Includes self defense classes and a whole lot of sass.

Team Mutual Support System by Obsessivecompulsivereadr

“Are we developing a mutual support system here?”

“Why not?” she asked. “We’ve both been fucked over by people who were supposed to love us. Who better to understand me than you?”

The Cost of Greatness by BeStillMySlashyHeart, reachedthebitterend

“You broke up with Maria,” Alex said quietly, his surprise evident in his voice.

Michael nodded again.

“Why?”

Michael stared at him before laughing lightly. “Are you serious?”

Alex blinked. “I didn’t think you’d-”

“What? Leave her?” Michael leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping on the arm as he looked at Alex. “I meant what I said Alex. Being with Maria was easy and it was good but that’s all. And I just- I’ve had great. I want great. And I know that I’ll never find it anywhere else. With anyone else.” He leaned forward. “I want you, Alex.”

if you ever wanna be in love (i'll come around) by fraudulentzodiacs

Alex is through walking away, now he's going to prove it to Michael.

Like you wanted it forever. by caitlesshea

In the months since Maria and Michael have started dating, Alex has steered clear of both of them. So what does he do when Maria calls in a panic and can't find Michael? Help of course. He's family.

A Secret Marriage AU nobody asked for.

But I Still Care by Sismyn

Alex tells Rosa the story of Malex. She doesn't like the current ending.

How Do We Fix What's Broken by Sweetgirl2019

Picks up where the finale ended. The aftermath of everything that happened. Lots of angst and a violent exchange in the first chapter.

words echo out yesterday by estel_willow

He keeps telling himself ten more minutes. He’ll wait another ten minutes and then he’ll leave, go back to the cabin and think very carefully about his life choices. He never quite knows what to do with himself when he’s waiting, sitting and hoping for the sounds of Michael’s truck to rumble into view. He’s not good at waiting when there’s no military payoff but here he is, regardless, sitting and waiting for someone who may never come. He checks the time again.

Ten more minutes, he thinks. Ten more minutes.

sometimes letting go is part of loving, (but I never want to) by itsmylifekay

In the wake of Michael and Maria and alien conspiracies, Alex is just trying to keep moving forward, to do what he can to fix the mess his life has become. That generally means avoiding Michael. Unfortunately, the universe has other plans.

Or, five time Michael holds on and one time he doesn't.(it ends well, I promise)

Hearts will hold by InsidiousIntent

He never falls out of love, but he thinks he definitely falls in love, actually.

Note: This one fucking hurts and includes Michael cheating on Alex with Maria, if that’s not your thing.

Cosmic Agony by BeStillMySlashyHeart

The problem with not letting many people in is that when you need someone, it's a short list.

Michael and Alex are both dealing with a lot and in their lowest moments they can only turn to each other. Somehow, this develops to the point where they can no longer go to sleep without the other.

Which is a bit of a problem, considering Michael's dating Maria.

Just You & Me by Sweetgirl2019

After Michael chooses Maria in the finale, Alex decides he needs to make a change. When Michael realizes his mistake, will it be too late?

Now Who’s the Coward? by a1_kitkat

Kyle is angry at how Michael & Maria treated Alex so when he sees the couple together, he gives them a piece of his mind

every traveler, please come home by AndreaLyn

Michael gets sent back in time to relive the best and worst day of his life. Then he does it over and over until he realizes that he has a chance to fix it.

he made me feel (like i belonged) by estel_willow

He heard the sound of giggling from inside and then Michael's voice, soft and low. He knew he should move away but some masochistic part of him had him standing where he was as he heard Maria say Michael's name in a way that definitely wasn't platonic and the bottom dropped out of his stomach. He felt nauseated.

Blood was pounding in his ears and Alex just stood there dumbly for a moment before he shrugged off his backpack and put it on the floor, just underneath the steps where it was obscured but Michael would know it was there as soon as he moved the trailer to go into his bunker.

He breathed out again, past the cloying tightness in his chest. Hadn't they just talked about starting over? Doing it the right way? Hadn't Maria promised him it would never happen again, that it had meant nothing? The way she moaned his name didn't sound like the moan of a dirty, no good, Texas rounder.

This Is Gospel by BillieJoeArmstrong

A weird glowing rock forces Alex to tell the truth.

I just want you to know who I am by littlecountrymouse

It takes them the whole weekend with a break in the middle to get through as much of Michael’s heritage as possible, but it’s eleven PM on Sunday night, and that little voice in Michael’s head reminds him that Alex still hasn’t asked about the situation with Maria.

Not even twenty seconds later, Alex pipes up, his voice carefully neutral, and Michael wonders if the smart little shit is more telepathic than Isobel, or if he just jinxed himself.

“So, why Maria?”

trying to find my peace of mind by alexmanes

Alex doesn't understand why his husband has been so distant lately, but he's determined to get to the bottom of their marital problems. One way or another, he's going to get the answers he so desperately wants.

#fanfic: recs #malex #inbox: anons #inbox: answered

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southsidepey · 4 years

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Think I'm finally clean | St. July

Who: Jackie St. James @msjackiestjames & Peyton July. Mentions of a ton of people.

When: Friday, December 13, 2019.

Where: Jackie’s dance studio

Notes: Peyton finally comes clean to Jackie about everything.

Triggers: death, fire

Regular: Jackie

Bold: Peyton

Word count: 5,777

Peyton was looking forward to helping Jackie decorate since it would take her mind off of things and have her focus on something more artistic. She stretched a bit as she walked into the building, tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear as she walked towards where she saw her best friend. She placed the box down onto a table and took in the place, then she looked over at Jackie. "Hey, you, sorry I was late. They had a question at the shop, so I couldn't escape like I wanted to do a lot sooner. Though, I'm here, so you can tell me what I can do."

These last couple of months had not been easy for Jackie; they had been a rollercoaster, to say the least. Finally, for the second time, she felt like things were getting back to normal. As healthy as they could be. She was finally making this dance studio her own and preparing for the winter dance recital. The first one she would be entirely in charge of. She was glad that she had so many friends that were eager to do what they could to help. Especially Peyton. Once she heard Peyton walk in a smile grew on her face. "Hey, no. Don't be sorry. You're good." She said, "I would love to get a second opinion. On how to set up the lobby."

Peyton nodded as she pushed up the sleeves on her jacket, let out a breath and raised an eyebrow. "Of course, what kind of setup are you going for? An amazing one where everyone's minds are blown? Or a simple and mild mind blown?" She asked as she looked over at her, grateful of getting closer to her than they were beforehand. Granted it took a lot of bad things to happen, but at least they were close now.

Jackie looked around the lobby again; she knew this studio so well. It was where she spent most of her life. "What a great question." She said to herself, her hands moving to rest on her hips. "I feel like I want them to be impressed by this but amazed by the performance and the design of the stage." She turned back to Peyton again, "Am I making any sense?" She asked after letting out a chuckle. "I swear all of this is driving me crazy."

Peyton brushed her hair out of her face, then taking off her hoodie and tossed it onto a chair as Jackie spoke. "Yeah, you're making sense. You want them to be drawn by this, but yet, you really want them to focus on the performance and how the stage is design. So what we can do, is, have this to be popping out at people but also drawn them in? Now I don't know if I’m making any sense." She laughed as she looked over at her friend and gave her a pout. "Hey, you want it to go off with a bang. It’s going to be fine."

"Don't worry you are totally making sense, it is like you are reading my mind." Jackie smiled at the girl. "No need to show off that adorable pout right now." She glanced around the lobby again, letting out a sigh. "You're right. It'll all be good." She walked over to the doorway. "Maybe we could put the table for the flowers over to the right once they walk in so they can know they have the options. The other side could be the station where people drop off their tickets. We could have some flowers over there, to grab people’s attention."

"Oh, good." Peyton replied as she returned the smile and let out a small chuckle. "Alright, I'll put the pout back in." She nodded as she followed Jackie to the doorway, slid her hands into her pockets and looked over at Jackie, as she spoke. "Sounds good to me, remind me to hire you when I rearrange my shop." She teased as she playfully bumped Jackie with her shoulder. "I also thought about having the flowers for the girls backstage? That way, we know where they are at, and I can always get what kind of flowers each little girl, likes?"

Jackie looked back over and felt her smile grow. “You know that it would be a pleasure. And quite the honor.” She looked back up to the entrance, nodding as she led her into the small theatre that the studio had for performances. Some of the winter decorations were already up. “Oh that could be fun. We could also have some back in the dressing rooms for them.”

"Really? Because I would love that." Peyton replied as she looked at her best friend with a grin plastered on her face. She followed Jackie, nodded as she made a mental note. "Yeah?"

Jackie made her way by the seating areas and nodded, “Of course, I think we could make that work.” She glanced over at her then turned around once she got to the stage. I was thinking of going with a snowflake theme. Keeping it neutral for the variety of holidays this time of year. Or maybe a more rustic nature like the theme for it.”

Peyton followed her, listened to her, and slid her hands back into her pockets. "I mean, if you wanted to do the rustic nature theme, you could use those sunflowers I gave you and put them up somewhere." She replied as she looked at the seating areas, then looked back at Jackie. "Or you could even throw the sunflowers & snowflakes together."

"That's true," Jackie hummed as she looked around the theatre. "If I could find a saying...or a name for a theme that could involve winter and nature, I could see that being such a hit. That way, we could throw in a variety of flowers as well. So the town can see all that you have."

Peyton walked towards the stage, hopped onto it and sat as Jackie spoke. "I’m sure there's a saying out there we can find, to combine the two. We could always see what we can come up, since we have time, right?"

"That's right...we have quite a bit of time," Jackie said as she turned around to rest her arms on the stage. "I swear I am working myself up so much about all of this. The most important thing will be that everyone will get to see how much talent this town has."

"And how amazing of a teacher you are," Peyton added as she looked at Jackie and gave her a soft smile. "I mean, the past couple of months have been hell. So I legitimately don’t blame you for looking forward to this, Jackie. You need something great to look forward, besides your wonderful wedding."

Jackie looked up at Peyton and felt her smile soften, a sigh left her lips. "Pey... thank you." She started, her kind words and the next ones...it really reminded her how lucky she was to be surrounded by great people. "If you keep being so sweet like this, I'm going to start tearing up."

Peyton nodded slightly. "You're welcome." She said softly as she looked at the girl and gave her a soft smile. "Yeah, well, you knew what you were getting into when you invited me into your home." Peyton poked her shoulder and swallowed hard as she knew what she needed to do. "Before we move on, to other things, I need to come clean about a few things."

It was Jackie's turn to pout, "You aren't fair." She crossed her arms over her chest but could barely keep the sad look for more than a few seconds before giggling. She moved to sit on the stage as well. "Come clean?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

Peyton let out a laugh when she heard Jackie's giggles and let out a sigh as it was her turn to stand in front of the stage. She wasn't for sure how Jackie was going to handle it, but she knew that she needed to say her peace. "When I said that I didn't know Sebastian and how we just co-exist in this town, I was lying."

Jackie couldn't help but feel worried once Peyton said she had something to tell her. She hoped everything was okay, she wasn't sure if she could handle any more bad news. "You were lying? What do you mean?" She asked one of her eyebrows rising.

"Sebastian and I kind of had a thing going on. Well, I should say Sebastian & Scarlet." Peyton explained as she looked at her best friend, then she started to play with her fingers.

"You mean..." Jackie started, furrowing her eyebrows together. "Your job at the Burlesque club, Scarlet?" She asked, just wanting to make sure that she understood everything that Peyton was saying to her. "For how long?"

Peyton nodded when Jackie asked the question. "Yeah, my job at the Burlesque club, Scarlet." She said as she walked back towards the stage and hopped back up onto it. "From August to October. Remember when I mentioned that someone bought me out of sunflowers and bought a dozen of the floral arrangements?" She looked at Jackie and looked back out at the audience. "That was him."

Jackie nodded, taking all of this in. It was a lot, but she couldn’t imagine how it must have felt like for Peyton to have this weighing on her shoulders. “I do remember that.” She said softly, “Is this why you have so many sunflowers?” She asked and then paused for a moment. “You don’t need to answer that, of course.”

Peyton nodded to answer her question. "Nah, it's fine, I’m over staying quiet about whatever happened between Sebastian and I. I already told Sam, so go ahead and ask me anything. Also, to answer that question, yeah, that's why I have so many sunflowers." She said softly. "And is why I wanted them out of my shop, because the more they stayed there, the more I wanted to text him about them. That was another thing we used to text a lot, and he trusted me with a lot of information and confided in Scarlet. Then there was your engagement party, we danced together. We also slept together twice last month. Once where it was just him and I and the second time was a threesome with Asher, which was before Sam and I got together, by the way." She paused for a moment or two, so Jackie can process the information. "Another reason why I went out that one night when some random guy showed up to your house with me, was because I was trying to drown my feelings for him."

Jackie was trying her best to take all of this in. She couldn’t help but wonder how all of this had happened, and she had no idea. She almost felt bad for being so oblivious. Of course, she had reasons for not mahjong the most attention, but she still felt terrible. She really hoped Peyton knew now that she didn’t have to go through all of this alone. “Pey...” she started moving to place a hand on her shoulder. “Thank you for telling me all of this. I can’t imagine what this has been like...having this all on your shoulders. Please tell me you have gotten to talk to other people about this too.”

Peyton pulled her knees close to her chest and rested her chin onto them as she chewed on her bottom lip. She rested her cheek against her knees as she looked over at Jackie then looked back out and nodded. "I just figured you should know. Since you were best friends with Sebrina and still are friends with Sebastian." She breathed out as when she felt Jackie's hand on her shoulder. "You're welcome and it’s been hell because I care for him a.and I want to be there for him, but how can I do that? Without hurting Sam in the process." She let out a bitter chuckle as she blinked away the tears and sniffed some. "God, it feels like I'm going through a breakup with Sebastian when I’m with Sam." She rested her forehead against her knee. "I talked to Riley about it, but I just, know that she's not his biggest fan because of how he treated me, she doesn't like the way I feel about myself because of him. She even brought up that, anyone who would make me cry so many nights and not only care but not even reach out to check on me, isn't a great person. God, I felt like I was a flavor of the month for him, it was nice at first but I just feel like I was only a sidepiece for him to play with whenever he was bored. I don't know if that's true or not, but that's how I feel." She smoothed down some of her hair before she continued. "We were talking the other night about something and I kind of felt like shit afterward, about how it wasn't the same thing that Sebastian and I were going through. Then she was like, you have to admit the truth to yourself and I’m wondering ....what the truth is and what she meant by it."

Jackie took a moment to take everything that she was saying, plus she wanted to let Peyton get all of her thoughts out. If she had been holding most of these thoughts and worries in she couldn't imagine how much she has wanted to let out. So she just took in everything she was saying. She continued to rub her back in hopes to soothe her. "Well...I love both of you so much. You both mean the world to me and in different ways." Jackie started, "But...I don't know how great decisions Sebastian would be making at a time like this. So I don't blame Riley for not liking him if I didn't know him before all of this...I may not have as much patience for him." She felt bad saying it but it was the truth, she knew or at least thought that if Jackie was going through this he would have the patience for her too. "But I think what you have with Sam is...is such a wonderful thing. You deserve better, you deserve to focus your energy and your thoughts on the good things and that good thing is Sam." Jackie thought for a moment about what Riley thought, "I'm not exactly sure what she meant, but maybe she meant that you admitting the truth to yourself could help you really move forward with Sam. It would truly be a pity if all of this got in the way of your happiness with Sam."

Peyton pulled on her sleeves and wiped away the tears that might have rolled down as Jackie rubbed her back. "It’s because I’m your favorite, its okay, he's not here to defend his honor." She sent Jackie a wink to show her that she was teasing and listened to her. "See, I get why she doesn’t like Sebastian, I just wished I can hate him but then every time I bring that up. I get the loss thrown in my face, I get it that he lost his sibling, I would've spiraled out of control, too if it was Cassandra. It’s just, hard for me to hate him and I hate it. Like the stuff he was telling Aaron the other night, about being his new good luck charm, an upgrade and it actually bothered me more than I would like to admit, which I have no idea why it does. Maybe because he wanted to get underneath my skin." She swallowed hard as she closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead gently. She couldn’t help but smile when Jackie mentioned Sam, Samuel. Her Samuel, the one who had so many chances & reasons to leave, but yet, he decided to stay. "I deserve him, huh?" She asked softly, feeling the tears and looked at her. "I deserve Sam? Because I've been so hard on myself, thinking that I don't deserve a guy like that, and now, I just don't know what I would do without him." She continued to listen to her and nodded as she rubbed her kneecaps. "He makes me smile, more than I have in a long time, you know?"

Jackie felt her smile grow once she saw Peyton teasing. It was such a relief to hear, she can't count the number of times she had always looked forward to her jokes. It was a great distraction when her mind felt like it was filled with nothing but worry. "You don't need to hate him." Jackie said softly, "You don't need to hate anyone. You just need to find a way to close that chapter of your life. You don't need to worry about the other emotions that can get in the way of you continuing your life." When she saw her smile, Jackie was relieved. It was nice to see her smile when she saw her wiping tears away only moments before. "You deserve wonderful things, Pey." She said softly. "Even if you don't feel like it, you do." She assured, "When I felt like I didn't deserve you, Riley and Aston, you were saying the same thing to me." She moved her hand back to rest in her lap. "That is a wonderful thing...finding someone who makes you smile even when it feels impossible. You have to hold onto those people."

Peyton knew that Jackie was right; she didn't need to hate him and knew that she couldn't hate him to save her life. She swallowed some as she tried to figure out a way to close that chapter. "I'm not sure how to do that, Jackie. A part of me will still always have a few feelings for him, but I need to do that because I just don't need that heartache anymore. Maybe, if I continue to co-exist with him, then it'll work out. Though I don't want to dip out of anything major you guys, have planned just because of him, and I shouldn’t have to avoid him forever." She leaned over and placed her head into Jackie's lap, knowing that she needed it. "Yeah, I know. It’s hard because I’m used to receiving the end of the stick." She murmured softly and let out a breath. "It is, and I sure hope I can hold onto Sam."

"Well...we will find a way how." Jackie said, "We may not have the answers now, but we can figure it out." She looked out to the seats; of course, she hoped she could find an answer. But she would expect that at least the encouragement would be enough to comfort Peyton. "You shouldn't need to avoid him; you shouldn't need to change your life because of one little section of your story." She looked down to her lap when Peyton lay down; she started to move her fingers through the other girl’s hair. "Well, you never deserved that. You need to get used to great things because that is what you deserve." She assured a small smile on her face. "I am sure you can. If you really want something or someone, you can make it work."

"Okay," Peyton replied as she let out a breath and closed her eyes for a minute or two. "We'll have Riles in this as well if that’s okay?" She looked up at Jackie then looked at the seats. She nodded as she swallowed hard, sniffed a bit, and let out a shaky breath. She closed her eyes once more when she felt Jackie's fingers in her hair and smiled softly when she heard Jackie. "Thank you, Jackie, honestly." She looked up at her best friend once more and gave her a small smile. "I really want to be with him, he makes me feel calm."

"Of course, that is okay. Anyone can help you. Anyone can help us." Jackie assured, following her friend's eyes out to the seats. She let out a soft hum in hopes to relax or at least distract Peyton from her thoughts. Peyton deserved to relax for a minute or two, escape the ideas that had been pressing on her mind. Jackie glanced back down at her and smiled, "It is no problem at all." She said, her smile growing. "It is such a great feeling, isn't it? Finding someone who makes you feel calm and happy. When you find it, there's no way you want to let it go."

"Good." Peyton replied softly as she laid there and listened to Jackie's hum, making her feel calmer than she already was. She moved her eyes to the sunflowers, then bit down on her bottom lip and raised an eyebrow, already thinking of a way. She nodded as she rolled onto her back and looked up at Jackie. "Yeah, it’s truly a great feeling and honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for the world and no, I'll fight like hell to keep it, too."

Jackie continued to him and move her fingers through Peyton's hair. Glancing back down once Peyton had rolled onto her back. "That is the Peyton that I know and adore." She moved some of her hair away from her face. "Sam is a fortunate man to have such a wonderful and determined woman. You don't find those often. You are a special one."

"It took a while to get her back, but I have a feeling she's going to be staying for a while," Peyton replied with a smirk plastered on her face, knowing that she wasn't going to be so down about this Sebastian situation. She was with Sam now, who made her happy and made her feel loved. He also cared about her. "He truly is, so he better has an amazing hold on me because if he ain't careful. And speaking of lucky guys, Aston's pretty lucky to have a wonderful, beautiful, determined, and kickass woman for a wife. Thank you, and so are you."

Jackie was glad to see her smirk back on her face, she could tell something was going through her mind. She wasn't sure what it was, but she was glad to see that something had clicked. Jackie just hoped she was able to help her feel better. It was the least she could do after all Peyton had done for her over the last few months. "Oh, hush, I'm supposed to be comforting you and reminding you of how great you are." Jackie teased, "But I appreciate it. You are too kind."

Peyton let out a laugh when Jackie teased her and shrugged a bit. "I know, but what I spoke was the truth." She replied as she looked at her. "I try to be too kind." She carefully got back up and twisted her lips before she stood up. She hopped off of the stage, grabbed one of her least favorite books, and ripped out the page once she opened it up. "Do you happen to have a Sharpie or at least a pencil?"

Once Peyton got up she moved to cross her legs, trying to figure out what she was doing. "Yeah, I do in my office." She said before moving to get up off the stage. "Do you need me to go get it?" She wanted to ask what she was doing, but at the same time, she was sure that whatever was on Peyton's mind, she would have under control.

"Yes please." Peyton replied as she pushed her sleeves back up, walked back to her backpack, and grabbed her matches, tossed them onto the stage. She drummed her fingers onto the stage as she pursed her lips. She had hoped that she was doing the right thing. Deep down, Peyton needed to do this. Maybe not getting on his level, but was the only way to do so was to get onto his level of spite.

Jackie went to her office to get a sharpie and a pencil, hoping that either one would be able to help Peyton. When she came back, she saw the paper and then the matches. She rose her eyebrows. "Here...is a sharpie and a pencil." She sat them down on the stage. "Please tell me whatever your doing is safe and smart." She couldn't help but want to try to be a voice of reason, but she also knew that Peyton had to do what she needed to do. "But if you need to use this space, I can go be in my office."

Peyton thanked the girl once she came back with a sharpie and a pencil. "Its a hundred percent safe, but I'm not entirely sure if it's a smart idea." She said as she looked over at the redhead and glanced down at the paper before she wrote I Saw Galaxies In Your Eyes in pencil. "No, no you can stay here, just writing our friend Sebastian a little note."

"Peyton..." Jackie said and moved her hands to go on her hips, "It is one thing to write a note and one thing to have matches for it as well." She let out a sigh, "Maybe you should take a day or so to let all of this settle. Maybe now isn't the best time to be...making decisions like this." Of course, she had the right to do what she wanted to do. But with Jackie knowing both Peyton and Sebastian, she couldn't help but feel worried.

Peyton let out a sigh when she heard Jackie and placed the matches down onto the stage. She leaned against it before she rubbed the back of her neck as she talked. "It's not going to settle, he's going to continue making side comments about how Aaron's an upgrade and how much of a good luck charm he is when he's truly doing this to piss me off. At least I hope I'm reading it right." She closed her eyes as she hung her head. "What do you advise I should do, then?"

“Maybe don’t fight fire with fire, Peyton.” Jackie tried to say softly, “If you do this, you are...only giving him more motivation to try to grind your gears. If that is what you think he is trying to do. But the biggest form of getting back at him would be you moving on with your life.” Jackie tried not to peek at what she was writing. The least that she knew would probably be the best, she didn’t want to intrude. “This?...while it may feel good right now...how will it help in the long run? What if you get in trouble for this? Or whatever you plan on doing. No person...is worth that.”

Peyton bit down on her inner cheek and sighed. She knew that Jackie was right, which kind of annoyed her at the moment. "Then I'll sit in jail for it. It wouldn't be my first time in jail." She said as she glanced at her. "How can I move on with my life, when you said I have to find a way to close the chapter? Would I have to ban sunflowers from ever coming into my shop? Just so I dont have to see them every day? Keep the chapter open? That will only create more messes and emotions that I dont want to feel." She said before she turned back towards the note, grabbed a match, and lit it. Then she burned some of the pages and blew out the fire. "I'm sorry for sounding like a bitch, but it's so frustrating because of I I need to care less about him."

“Peyton.” Jackie said again, “For the love of God. Can you think of how many people don’t want you in jail?” She asked her hands moving to her hips. “How about Sam? Or Riley? Or Smlexi. Especially Aston.” She was wanting to try anything to convince her against this. “There are other ways to close the chapter. A way to close it is to move on. Unless you want to try talking to him.” She looked at the small fire and stepped back. “This won’t fix your pain, Peyton. I’m so so sorry that you still care about him and that it hurts this much but...maybe you need to make new memories with sunflowers. Memories that don’t have to do with him. Realize that even though this wasn’t an easy part of your life, you overcame it.”

Peyton closed her eyes as she listened to Jackie, and placed her face into her hands. She swallowed hard, sniffed, knowing that they didn't need that. "Im going to make new memories with the sunflowers, look around. They're your decoration for the recital, that our niece is in and they're in your house. I just need to do this, please just let me do this. Im not going to start a fire and Im not going to jail, I need to close it my way. By giving him the memories, of us. He deserves those memories," She looked at Jackie, not wiping away the tears that stained her cheeks. "I understand that he's grieving the loss of his sister but I need to be selfish for once and I need to do this."

Jackie nodded, “Okay.” She didn’t know what else to do or say. Of course she didn’t really approve but she was glad there wasn’t going to be anything that would get her in trouble. But it still wasn’t easy considering that she was close with both of them. If only there was something she could do to just make this all easier for everyone involved. “Just be careful, please.” She added on after a moment, “Do you need a box to put everything in?”

Peyton swallowed as she nodded and slid her hands into her pockets. "Of course, I'll make sure to be careful." She leaned against the stage, shifted her weight on each foot. "Yeah and a ride over to the Southside, so I can get those masks I wore for him." She would throw in the corsets, but she could make new memories with Sam with those.

Jackie let out a breath, “Sure I can drive you over there.” She was still a little hesitant about going over there. She used to have no fear if it but after her families, jewelry and her engagement ring might have been stolen by a gang over there...she wasn’t as eager. “When do you want to go? I can lock up the studio but I have to be back for my evening classes.”

"Or I could always borrow your car?" Peyton offered as she looked at her friend and raised her eyebrows. "That way you can stay here, I can go and grab the stuff, dropped the thing at the house and come back here to drop off the car. Then, handle everything else."

“Whatever you’re more comfortable with or need,” Jackie said softly, still feeling silly for being so worried, but she couldn’t help it. After a moment, she let out another breath. “Just after...what happened at the party with things being stolen. I’m a little worried if I did something to be on their bad side.”

Peyton furrowed her eyebrows when she heard Jackie, pushed herself off of the stage and sniffed as she approached her. "Honey...No, how could you be on anyone's bad side?" She asked, placed a hand on her shoulder. "I know having your things stolen, sucks big time and I dont blame you for being worried. What happened was greed. They had one and the only plan, which was to rob you guys blind because they didn't want to accept the olive branch because they're hardcore on making sure the North & Southside won't have anything to do with each other. I can't speak for Sam and the Serpents or even Vivian and the Ghoulies, but I can speak for myself as team neutral, even though I am dating a Serpent. They won't touch you when I'm with you because they know I can kick their ass if they also try anything with you or Aston."

Jackie looked down and let out a sigh, "I don't...I don't know." She mumbled, looking back up at her once Peyton placed a hand on her shoulder. Only mentioning this concern to Aston, she tried her best to make it seem like it was no skin off her back. She took a deep breath and let out a shaky one. Finally she just nodded at what she said, giving her a small smile, "Thank you."

Peyton rubbed her shoulder as she gave her a small smile. "Exactly, you and Bethany can't get on someone's bad side." She reassured her. She looked at Jackie, not touching the subject. "You're welcome, so you can say here if you'd like? And I'll be back with your car, or you can go to the Southside and show them what kind of badass you are. Its all up to you."

"I might...I might need more time to gather the badass Jackie people know. I barely just got the working Jackie back together." It was true, it took longer than she could have expected to get back into work. She was scared she might need to put off the holiday show just because she was worried she couldn't focus on it. "Can we raincheck though? Because I would love that."

"That's totally fine, take all the time you need. In the meantime, badass Peyton will be here for you." Peyton replied with a smile and patted her shoulder. She reached up, undid her hair and shook her head, ran a hand through it before she put it back up into a ponytail. "Of course."

"I know you will be and I'm very grateful for that." Jackie finally felt her small smile grow. "Let me go get my keys," She said before going back to her office to get her keys out of her purse. When she got back she handed the keys to Peyton, "Be careful with my baby." She teased, trying her best to sound more like herself again. "I'll be here."

Peyton smiled at her and nodded. "Good to hear that." She replied, pulled her hands out, and grabbed the keys from her. "You know I will, promise." She nodded once more, then headed outside. She had prayed that things will get better from this point on.

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Letters To You

Bucky x Reader

Dearest Grandma,

I hope this card finds its way to you, I'm sorry I won't be able to come home this holiday, work has been keeping me busy. I did take the time to buy a tree like you insisted upon, even though I'll barely be home to see it. The city looks amazing, it's all decorated, I know you would love it.

This year is going to be the hardest I know, I miss you like crazy. Maybe that's why I keep myself busy so I can forget. I promise this spring I'll come out and see you, I love you and I always will.

Your little bird.

It was Dec 1st and the the third card Bucky had received and it was the first one he had opened. The address was his and he had moved in just shy of two months ago. He wasn't sure what had possessed him to open the red envelope this time. He usually sent them back with return to sender scrawled across the top but the woman sent them still to his address.

With heavy sigh he sat down at his desk and grabbed a blank sheet of paper.

Dear... to whom it may...

I just wanted to let you know that the person you keep mailing letters to no longer lives at this address. I've sent the others back and maybe they haven't reached you, maybe they got lost on their way. I wish you well.

James.

He sealed the letter in the envelope and sent it off in the mail and thought nothing of it. He went about his day, Steve had been trying to get him out and enjoy the winter season.

He couldn't, the cold brought back memories of Siberia and everything that went with it. The holidays reminded him that his family wasn't alive in this era, and even though he had friends he couldn't just shake his past like Steve could. Sam has attempted to reach out to him, trying to get him to join the va group but he didn't. He couldn't bring himself to go. Days went by and as they did his mood continued to become dampened, he started to spend more time inside. He kept himself busy, cleaning weapons or working out, reading history books, anything to keep his mind busy.

That was till two days later he got an envelope that was baby blue in color. This time his name written with his address and from the same address as the red envelope. He tossed it to the side and went about the rest of the day, it wasn't till late that night as he was laying on the couch did he remember the letter.

Dear James,

I'm sorry to have bothered you, no I never got the returned letters. To be honest I was wondering when they would start to return. The house you are living was occupied by my grandmother, she passed this fall and I didn't know what else to do to keep her alive with me. So I continued to write with intent on stopping when with letters came back, then I would know that the house had been sold.

This is the first year of me being by myself, and a part of me hoped that the house wouldn't sell till after the holidays so I could at least pretend that she was still here with me. I don't know why I'm dumping all of this on you, and I'm sorry for that. I wish you a good holiday and a bright new year, I wish you enough.

Y/n

Bucky reread the letter three times, his heart breaking for the stranger who took the time to write it. He reached over and grabbed the notebook he had kept for years, ripping a blank page from it before grabbing a pen from the coffee table. He paused for a moment, debating on whether he should respond or not. He took a deep breath and sat up a bit.

Y/n,

I'm sorry to hear of your grandmas passing, it's hard to loose family and the holiday time is the hardest... I know, I'm right there with you. Wish I could say it gets easier but you'll miss them every time. If you wish to continue to write to her through the season go ahead, I promise not to pry.

I hope you find peace, and have a good holiday season as well.

James

The next morning he sent the letter off and went for a run with Sam, who had been bugging him for the last couple of days. He knew he couldn't keep avoiding people, even if it was only for a couple a weeks.

And just like the last one it took only two days for her to respond. This time a green card came in addressed to the former occupant and a silver one addressed to him. Bucky found a small smile spreading across his face as he walked over and sat down on the couch, tossing the green one on the coffee table before opening the silver envelope.

James,

Thank you! You have no idea how much it means it me. I know that next year I will miss her just as much but this year is particularly hard. My grandma was everything to me, she was my mom, my best friend, someone I could always count on. She came down ill shortly after I moved, and then work started to load down on me and I kept putting off to go see her.

I wasn't there when she passed, nor was I there for her burial. A stranger went through her house and arranged the estate sale and the sale of my childhood home. I wish I could take it all back, even if for only a day. I hope that she doesn't hate me, I didn't want to put my job before her, but... it doesn't matter. I can't believe I'm writing all of this to you, a perfect stranger. Again I'm sorry for unloading on you.

Y/n

Bucky sighed heavily, seems she was just as lost and alone as he was. A stranger who just desperately needed someone there that she would continue to write her dead grandmother just to pretend to have someone. The guilt in the way she wrote, he could see that she had been crying when she wrote it, some of the letters smudged as the tears collided with the wet ink.

He grabbed his note book and ripped out another page.

Y/n,

Don't feel guilty, I'm sure she was proud of you. In fact I know she was, you are out there living your life. You are making it on your own and if there is something I know about parents is that is all they want.

Never feel bad for unloading me, I know what it feels like not to have someone that you are comfortable enough with to open up to. And you aren't the only one struggling this year. My family passed away along time ago and this time of year is always the hardest. It's been decades since I have seen them and it still hurts. What I would to just see my sister or hear my ma sing carols, if only for an hour. I was held captive, a POW, and I never got to be there for their lives or their passing.

To be honest, so far this holiday hasn't been easy for me either. I've all but holed myself up in this house since before thanksgiving. Sam keeps trying to get me to join the va group but.. I just can't. I don't think even they would understand.

Hope to hear from you soon.

James

He rushed to get it out the next morning, Bucky wasn't even sure why he felt the need to mail her again but he did. He went about the next two days, checking the mail with a little more enthusiasm then he did before. He knew it was foolish but still he hoped she would mail him again.

On the third day he received two envelopes one gold and one green. One addressed to her grandma and the other to him.

Bucky,

I don't know what it must of been like for you, and I'm not even going to pretend to. And even if they (the va group) don't understand what you went through, it might help to just get it off your chest. Just my opinion and I won't press you on it.

As for me, my company is having a "holiday" party and I'm trying to find excuses not to go. They all know I live alone and that I don't have have any friends out here so I can't use any of the usual excuses. Something about being a round a bunch of people that I really don't want to spend more time then I have to, in a setting filled with drinks and fake holiday decor just puts me ill at ease.

Anyway, my grandma wasn't hip with the times, and I'm hoping you are. (Your email address).

Y/n

Bucky jumped from his spot and rushed over to the computer Tony had given him and fired it up. Excitement coursed through him as he logged onto the email address that Peter had helped him make.

He typed in her email address.

From oldmanbarnes:

Hey-

Y/n,

I may not be hip but I do know how to use a computer.

James

He hit send and then panicked, he forgot that Sam had a hand in the email address. And before he had a chance to respond to it his computer dinged with a reply.

From you:

Re:Hey

Old man Barnes?? Lol! Love the email address. This is kinda cool, hope your having a good day, I'm trying to figure out what I'm wearing to this holiday party.

From oldmanbarnes:

Re:re: hey

Haha yeah, a friend of mine picked it out, he thinks he's funny. And if you don't want to go don't. You could always stay home and a watch a movie, this may sound awkward but we could watch the same movie and then you can tell them you are seeing a movie with a friend.

From you:

Re:re:re: hey

Sounds like a date! Can I wear my pjs? And we have to make hot cocoa!

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The Ghost Of You

16 - Is This A Good Idea

This chapters songs:

These Days - The Wallows

Stay away (it's like that) - TV Girl

Verbatim - Mother Mother

- Y. L. Perspective

It was Monday once again, and I was sitting down at the freakishly clean lunch table, where I nervously waited for my friends' long-awaited responses. "So? Do you guys wanna...say something?"

Everybody sat with their eyes wide, surprised at my explanation of how the other night came to be.

"You're telling me...that...you and Sugawara..were a thing this whole time?!" Giki slams her palms onto the table, catching the attention of a few people around us. "AND YOU DIDN'T THINK TO TELL US...?!"

Toruku puts his finger over her mouth, still keeping his eyes on me. I wasn't very confident that my friends would understand that Koushi and I had loved each other for quite a while. But I had to tell them sooner or later. And before anything is official between us, I'd like to tell them. They're my family, after all.

"Are you guys boyfriend and girlfriend?" Hikishi curls his brows, fishing out some rice on his chopsticks, and shoving it into his mouth. "Damn, I knew something was going on between you guys!"

Giki slaps Toruku's finger away, rolling her eyes. She twirls her short black hair in her fingers, still curious about my relationship with a boy they had only met a few times. "I thought that you said you were just friends? Not that I'm against it.. but.. how come you didn't tell us?"

Toruku chimes in, "Is this why you talk about him so much? Or why you've been so distant recently?" His words make me think back to the many times I had listened to their conversations more than discuss with them anything that happened with me.

"I guess I was just scared you guys would think I'm getting myself into trouble or something. I mean, none of you have got your eye on anyone, right?" I look at the three as they all shake their heads. "Look, we're not a couple or anything. We're just... overthinking things."

I loudly, laying my head down on the table. Truth was, I'd been wondering whether or not being in a relationship with Koushi was a smart idea. All I needed was a chance to go through my options and stop to think. Thankfully, Hikishi taps my head, pulling my attention towards him, Giki, and Toruku.

"Hey, we're still your friends, you know. It doesn't matter who you like, we're always here to talk and give you advice. Besides, we all like Sugawara! He's nice and treats you good," Hikishi says, turning to his friends for reassurance. "Right guys?"

They nod, leaning close towards each other to make a small oddly shaped circle. "Yeah, of course. Now, spill, Y/n! What has been happening ever since the party?"

"Uh, yes. On a walk home, we had both agreed to wait a little bit to figure out our feelings, but it was more so that I could realize mine. It wasn't so bad, though. I had time for myself and to spend some time with the volleyball team. They're loud and crazy, but they're fun. I can't believe they're all so respectful considering they're teenage boys. Anyway, we kept talking casually as two people who liked each other would!" I take a sip of my juice box, taking a deep breath from explaining so much. Still, my friends were all ears, leaning back to hear the frightening love story of Koushi and me. "After Oikawa had seen me at the party, he tried texting me a few days later, saying he wanted to talk. I brushed it off casually as any other person who's been in drama with him would and told him I was busy. But on the day of the practice game, I saw him there! He and Oikawa. Supposedly, they're the two best players on the Aoba Johsai Volleyball team."

"Oh..does that mean you have beef with them not only because of that party and because of volleyball?" Giki asks. By "you guys", she meant Toruku and me.

I nod, slapping my forehead. "Yup. And that's not even the worst part! We have to play in a spring tournament with them, which means seeing them more than what I'm comfortable with. On the day of the game, I bumped into Hajime in the hall. He didn't cause any trouble! He was nice and apologized and everything, surprisingly. I explained how I was there as a manager, not some creepy stalker, and even got to talk a bit about how life's been treating us. As for Oikawa, he didn't say much. He saw that I was at their game as a manager, but never confronted me about it. I'm sure Hajime had enlightened him on how I was a part of the volleyball team. Still, he could have told me something if he claims he wanted to talk so badly! Koushi noticed how I was acting strange when he entered the room and confronted me about it when we got to my house."

Toruku raises a brow, asking, "your house? So he spends the night now?"

"N-no! Well, he's never actually stayed an entire night. He usually just comes over towards night and leaves around two or three in the morning. I think his dad might be strict about him staying out late, so that's probably why he has to sneak back home. Anyway, after I had told him what happened, he understood, and eventually, we began talking about ourselves. God, it felt so good to tell him how I felt. And I know now that I didn't just like Koushi, I was in love with him. He just makes me feel safe and knows me so well. If we weren't separated by an entire school year, I'm sure I would have realized it sooner, but I do love him. A lot, actually. And if I'm being brutally honest, I don't care we only have a year to be together." For a second, I forgot that my friends had opinions of their own and began to blabber on about how much I liked Suga. They all looked as if they were just given a box or issues to solve. "So...do you guys think I should?”

None of them mutter a word and instead trade worried expressions, then look back at me. "Look,

Y/n. I don't think any of us have ever experienced this entire 'love' thing except for you and Toruku, so I don't think that our opinions would help very much. But..we can all agree that you've cheered up ever since you started hanging out with Sugawara. Hell, even your chords have been getting better. We've never seen you so happy before. So if you really love him, then we respect your decision to be with him." Hikishi smiles brightly at me, as Toruku and Giki nod along with his words.

I sigh, very relieved that I had such wonderful friends. They were here for me before I even got to find myself and my talents. How could I doubt that they wouldn't be supportive? It's them, after all. "That amazing, thank you, guys." I smile back, looking down at the poke bowl I'd brought in my bento today. "Now that that's over, we should probably make plans for our schedule. It's been quite some time since we've talked about it."

"Ah, yes!" Giki exclaims, shoving her hands into her school bag and fishing out a large piece of paper. "So, I just got this flyer for a band competition coming up. It's in about a month, so that gives us some time to come up with some ideas for songs and practice."

Each of us passes around the flyer, observing its letters. Although it was written in lazy lettering and small pictures, we knew it wasn't something to brush off. Booking gigs and getting our name out to the public was what we needed. Ever since we had published a small album of some scraps from a few songs we'd written, we've only gotten people from our families, school, and some friends we knew in the industry. And before we would sign with my aunt, she wanted for us to gain a few more supporters and fans to help us get the word out further.

Giki nods, happily drumming her fingers on the table. "Yup! I already signed us up. Since the festival has gotten much more popular, I'm sure there will be a lot of people there!"

"Great, that gives us something to look forward to. Now, for what to choose as the song..." I lean onto my elbow, stared down by my band members. They all raise their brows at me. "...what?"

"Word on the street is that Summer's Amp Fest is looking for more than just what people can cover. They're looking for authenticity. We think it would be best to come up with something of our own, " Toruku explains. Still, I'm confused as to why they look to me for help.

"So..?"

"So... do you wanna come up with some lyrics?" In surprise of Giki's question, I began choking on my salmon. 'Write a song? I hope they only mean words and not notes as well. I've never been asked such a thing from my band.' I think to myself, choking in distress while Hikishi handed me a cup of water.

I down the entire thing, steering the coughing to a halt. And not long after do I ask, "you mean, like, write an entire song?! Look, I'm flattered and all, but I'm not very good!"

"Come on! You're the one who knows their way with words, Y/n! You've written a few others in the past, why not do it now?" Toruku pleads.

"Because it's so stressful! And only in a month? Can we even be prepared by then?!" I yell out. "Besides, what would I even write about? It's not like my life is any more interesting or sad than you guys!"

"Tch, you're in love for Christ's sake! That's what most artists write about! Take a look at TV girl— all they sing are songs about being addicted to cigarettes, sex, and heartbreak. You can do it, Y/n!" Hikishi claps his hands together. "As long as it's impactful and sounds good, then I think we'll be fine."

"Yeah! If you'd like, you can even talk to Suga about it! Maybe he can help too," Giki suggests.

I frown, scared that when the time comes, I'll disappoint my friends. All I've ever written are a few words and such. Almost all our songs are instrumentals with one or two verses. "I don't know, you guys. What if I make something super cringe and bad?"

"Y/n, you've got everything you need to write a full song. All we're asking for is authenticity and emotion. Not much! Look, me and Hikishi will take care of the chords and notes. Giki can get everything prepared for us, and you can write the lyrics! A good song will get us in the spotlight," Toruku explains.

Although I had doubts about my talents, I had hope that I could grow a pair and put in some effort into a song.

"Okay then. It can't be too hard, right?"

"Koushi, this is so hard! There's nothing I have in mind!" I whine to him as we walk to the clubrooms. School had just ended and volleyball practice was next on our agenda. Today, the so-called so "guardian" was to come back from some kind of secondary school he attended.

The boy pats my back as I throw my head back. "Don't stress it, Y/n. They said it was around a month away, right? That gives you a lot of time to come up with something. And if you'd like, I can even help you. Though, I'm not sure I'm very good with words," he chuckles, running his hand through his hair.

"Really now? Your little letter says otherwise," I say, turning Koushi's cheeks crimson. As much as I wanted to go further into the playful argument, locker rooms were just up ahead. We departed before continuing.

Before I enter the girls club room, the sound of two girls talking came from inside. 'Whatever. Other sports teams have things to do too, right?' I straightened my skirt, hoping that my being there wouldn't be an issue.

I carefully open the door, peeking my head inside of it. I could only recognize Kiyoko changing into her sweat pants, but not the other girl. Once reassuring that it wasn't a crowd of people, I fully entered, closing the door behind me. "Uh—hello," I utter, awkwardly smiling while walking towards my locker.

The stranger turns quickly, revealing her figure. 'Who is this chick?!' I ask myself. She had straight dirty blonde hair, smooth milky skin the covered her body, and deep green eyes. I was surprised such a beautiful and classy girl was here in a gym locker room.

She looks me up and down, attempting to return the smile. "Oh—hi! You must be the new manager. My name is Eclair, it's nice to meet you!"

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Chapter 17.1

Alayah

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

That's all I heard throughout the dark room; the only light illuminating came from the moon that peaked through the curtains in my room.

Life has been a whirlwind as of late. Dante has somehow got my new number, and doesn't know how to act; I might just have to get a restraining order against him, but he hasn't done any harm towards me as of yet. I'm praying that nothing drastic happens to where it leads to that, people should know their boundaries....but this is Dante we're talking about, he has no boundaries. Releasing an exasperated breath, I tried to think of other possible scenarios, but nothing has lit up inside of my brain. Blowing out a breath, it feels like I have to watch my every move now; Dante knows my place of work, where I live, and now has my new number....when did it all become so bad? I’m not sure, but there’s never a long-lasting calm in my life, and I honestly think moving out and finding a new place to live will have to be the next option.

Groaning, I picked up my ringing phone seeing who was calling me. Just one night of peace, please. Looking at the contact, it was Mekhi, hmm haven’t spoke to him in a while. “What?” I answered, cuddling more into the thick purple blanket.

"What's wrong wit you, Grinch?" Mekhi chuckled through the other line. I rolled my eyes, it's not time to pick fun at my time of distress.

"Everything..." I exaggerated just a bit. It's crazy because not too long ago his ex came around trying to stir up some mess as well. Is it that time of month where the crazy exes come back from our past trying to find their way back in? It's just a lost cause on both ends, they aren't wanted anymore. Mekhi's laughter soon invaded my thoughts once again, "I'll hang up....this is a serious matter." I huffed, throwing my blanket off and sitting up in bed.

"Aight, aight, chill lil baby." He spoke into the phone, his laughter calming down. You know when a man's voice is in between that rasp and clarity? Yeah, that. It's the finest shit ever! "I was callin to check up on you, and to see if you wanted to join me at this art event...?"

Perking up, I nodded my head as if he can see me, he's so cute for holding that questionable tone. "Yes! Yes! Yessss! I always wanted to go to one, thanks Mekhi! You the best, boy!" I exclaimed, a permanent smile plastered on my face. No matter what kind of funk I'm in, Khi always pulls through.

"I know," He stated cockily, causing my smile to drop and roll my eyes, "I'm just messin, I know ya face fell, so put that pretty lil smile back on, Lay." Khi chortled, causing a blush to bloom across my cheeks.

“Shut up...” I grumbled, hiding the little giggle that was ready to escape, “When is the event?” I looked at my nails, seeing that I needed a fill or to just get rid of them all together.

“Tomorrow night, it starts at 9. But I was thinkin, maybe we grab a bite to eat first then make our way to the event. They gon be servin some lil snacks, but you know it ain’t gon fill us up.” He laughed lowly, causing me to agree.

“That works out perfectly, so I’ll see you, hmmm around 7 tomorrow?” I asked, diverting my vision to the cable box, seeing that it was 10:53 at night. At least he let me know a day before, I have time to pamper myself all day tomorrow.

“Yeah, that’s coo. I’ll let you get some sleep, ma.”

"Hmm, red with the slit, or all black?" I muttered lowly to myself, as I held up the different dresses to my physique as I looked at my reflection to see which complemented for tonight's festivities. "Black it is." I chuckled loosely, hanging the red dress back in its desired spot. It'll be worn for another time.

"You talkin to yourself again?" Celeste chortled, walking into my room. I rolled my eyes to the back of my head, here she goes with her remarks.

"You act like you don't." I retorted, hanging the dress up upon the closet sill, looking briefly at the time: 5:26P. Walking further into the room, I chuckled at her fallen facial expression, "Oh, what's the matter? Did I hurt the wittle baby's feelings?" I joked, pinching her cheeks, causing Cele to slap my hands away.

"Hush." Cele muttered, playfully rolling her eyes, and moving around me going over to the seating at the end of my bed. "You're getting fancy, what's the occasion?"

"An art event with Mekhi." I smiled, sitting at the vanity, looking through the makeup displayed; most likely going for a natural look. Looking through the mirror, Celeste held a creepy smile. "Why are you being weird?"

"An art event with Mekhi." She mimicked, her voice holding a high pitch tone. I screwed her, knowing I didn't sound like that...or did I? "Thought you were gonna keep your distance?" She arched her brow, chuckling some.

"Yeah...well that didn't happen." I lifted my shoulders, releasing a short breath, "Dante popped up at the da-

"Skrrrrt. Dante did what now?!!" Celeste exclaimed, meshing her perfectly arched brows together, clenching her jaw. I was getting to that, but she wanna interrupt me, she's too much.

"Popped up at the dance studio, and I guess Khi saw us. Mind you I didn't even know that Khi was coming to see me that day...so we talked, and are moving forward slowly." I nodded gently, turning back to the mirror to begin on my makeup. Had he not came, Dante would've done something wild; well he did when he popped up unannounced, but you get the gist.

"You need to get a restraining order, that's psycho behavior sissy." Celeste shook her head in mild disgust, "What Khi do?"

Marcellus

earlier that day: 11:53 A

Looking at the time on my Rolex, I was early. I didn't want to make any wrong moves by showing up late, so being at least 10 minutes early was good enough for me. It's crazy because I really have a daughter, and I should've manned up when news first broke out when Ave was pregnant. I was a selfish ass nigga though, so I can't blame anyone but my damn self for that one.

Walking up the walkway, it felt like my teen years all over again. I haven't been to Ave's parents' house since, and it was bringing a nostalgic feeling. Shaking away the thoughts, I brought my fist up and knocked on the door three times. Hearing voices and other commotion on the other end, caused me to swallow the lump in my throat. I haven't been this nervous since the first time I had met her parents.

"Marcellus, good to see you young man." David, Avery's father greeted, moving aside and letting me enter. I walked in, nodding slowly.

"You too, Mr. Garcia. Hope all is well on your end." I looked over at him, as I stood under the archway that led into the family room.

He chuckled loosely, slapping his hand down onto my shoulder as he walked passed, "You can still call me, David. Mr. Garcia is too, eh, formal." He lifted his shoulders, smiling halfheartedly, causing me to chuckle. "Everything is well, can't complain....Question, how are you?" His tone changed, as he gave me that fatherly look as to why now. Why did I come back now to be present in Ava's life.

"I'm alright, David....taking my responsibility as a man, when I should've done that earlier." I nodded off, meaning every word. Life would've been a whole lot different if I was supportive and just stuck by Avery's side through her pregnancy. We could've still been that couple, but shit happens that we have no control over.

"Good to hear, Marcellus." David held a genuine smile, gesturing his hand towards the kitchen. "Shall we? I believe little Miss Ava is ready to spend some time with her father."

"Are you and my mommy gonna talk soon?" Ava asked, as she ate her ice cream. Vanilla with rainbow sprinkles and a little bit of hot fudge, I couldn't say no at the puppy dog look she gave me.

Clearing my throat, glossing my bottom lip, I began to speak "Ion't know, your mommy is still kinda upset wit me....we'll talk soon, when she's ready." I nodded off, spooning the cookies-n-cream ice cream, "Why do you ask, lil mama?"

"Causeee, one day we can all spwend time togetha." She beamed, licking more of her ice cream.

I chuckled some, liking the sound of that. A family day with us three would be good to have, but then again it might be awkward tension between Avery and I, and we don't need that kind of energy around Ava. Shit, we already had it before and it was weird not being able to hold a proper conversation with Avery. It used to be so natural, but now it's flat. We gotta do better.

The ringing of my phone took me out of my thoughts, causing Ava to look over at me with a confused face. Sliding my phone out my pocket, I cursed lowly under my breath at the contact. Nat the Brat 💕💑

"Wassup, Nat?" I answered, licking over my lips, as I leaned back into the park bench. Does my girl know about me having a daughter? Yes. Did I drop plans wit her to spend time wit Ava? I sure did.

"Don't wassup me, Marcellus...why aren't you home?" Natalie asked, attitude on heavy. I released a harsh breath, she needs to tone that shit down.

"Tone all that shit down, Natalie. I'm spending time wit ma daughter, I told you this, so you gettin pissy wit me needs to be dropped." I looked over at Ava as she sat quietly, a little frown plastered on her face, tuning out Nat for a bit, I told Ava she could go play on the set as I watch her. She smiled bright, and went off towards the slide.

"Are you listening?!"

"Fuck did I just say? Lose the attitude." I spoke into the phone, clenching my jaw, I could tell that she rolled her eyes with the breath she let out. "Aight, so what was you sayin?"

"So your daughter is more important than me?" She questioned, her tone a little dry. I chuckled bitterly, fuck is she questioning me for about this?

"I mean, she's my daughter. I missed four years of her life, so me spendin time wit her shouldn't even be questioned, Nat." I meshed my brows, shaking my head. "I ain't even bout to get into it wit you. I'll see you later, man." I pulled my phone away from my ear and ended the call.

I don't need her negative energy taking a toll on the time spent with Ava. It's about me and my daughter right now. Getting up from the bench, I threw away my contents, and went over to the play structure of where Ava was at, she so happened to tread her way toward the swing set. One of my favorites as a kid.

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