#law a minute later: she's such a fucking liar what the hell is wrong with her can't she see he's being HONEST OH MY GOD-
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Law would love "House" and Sanji would love "The Bear" yes, but have you considered both of them watching Love Island together
#because i think they'd enjoy talking shit about people together#love island parties and it's sanji law nami and usopp judging people#i just think sanji would be into reality shows like REALLY emotionally invested#and nami would wonder how much they get paid for this shit and if she could make zoro go with her and cause drama#law would say he hates it but then he stays to watch the whole thing#law: how can you watch this garbage / sanji: you're watching it too / law: bc my annoying roommate is doing it and he won't let me read#law a minute later: she's such a fucking liar what the hell is wrong with her can't she see he's being HONEST OH MY GOD-#sanji: garbage you say / law: shut the fuck up#lawsan roommates au when#'and they were roommates!' and they share netflix account#one piece#trafalgar law#black leg sanji#lawsan
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Narrow Beds
Oh, it’s been awhile ... fingers creaked as I began to type ... brain hurt trying to remember words ... I have forgotten how much I love to write over the last few months but I think I will begin again ...
@today-in-fic
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He really should have obeyed more traffic laws getting to the house but he didn’t: thought he saw a cop, began immediately planning alternate route hairpin turns and concocted stories of plunder and raze but in the end, it was just a car with two old ladies and a penchant for drinking their coffee in a parked vehicle as opposed to speeding precariously on the highway.
Regardless, he arrived without incident and knocking on Maggie Scully’s door, fiddled with the keys in his hand until the front door opened up, “Fox. That was quick.”
Desperate to grab her by the arms and ask, in that panicked tone he tried not to let anyone know he had, where Scully was, he instead held himself in check, jamming hands in pockets and rocking on his feet no more than two inches back and forth, “I didn’t catch any red lights.”
Mama Scully half-wondered if he’d driven on the sidewalks part of the way but keeping the traffic lecture to herself, she stepped aside, gesturing towards the steps, “she came in, said ‘I’m fine’ and disappeared upstairs.” Reaching for his elbow, she touched it lightly, “what happened?”
Normally she didn’t ask, knowing their history of diluting the horrors of their day for her benefit, but the look on her daughter’s face when she’d brushed past had her calling Mulder before she heard the bedroom door shut.
He’d been in the car on his way to Scully’s so a detour hadn’t been difficult: two lefts, one right at ‘Oops, I cut it again’ salon and minutes later, he was here.
Fourteen to be exact.
But who was really keeping track.
“We had a bad case. I asked about dinner but she said she just needed a bath and a nap.” Pointing up the stairs to move things along, “she in her old room?”
“Yeah. Thank you, Fox.” Watching his already retreating form, “let me know if you need anything.”
All she got was a wave over his shoulder.
It was enough.
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Having been to her childhood room several times, he knew which door would lead him there instead of the bathroom and knocking lightly, he waited, listening for acceptance or denial of his request.
Instead he got, “I’m fine.”
Opening the door slowly, “you are a big, fat liar.”
She didn’t even flinch at the intrusion that wasn’t her mom, instead simply half-rolling towards him, hands crossed on her stomach, “mom wouldn’t have known that.”
“Your mom is the least dumb person we have ever met. It was your first, ‘I’m fine’ that made her call me and ask what the hell was wrong.”
Instead of denial and irritation at his implication that her world was not all peachy-keen, she stared at him for a long moment, looking from his rumpled t-shirt to his tired eyes, biting her bottom lip in debate and then in resignation at asking for the only thing in the world she wanted at the moment , “are you wearing your shoes?”
Taking the question in stride, “no. I left them downstairs by the door. Why?”
“Because mom doesn’t like shoes on the bed.” Scooting as close to the wall as she could, given she was an adult in a single bed, “would you mind shutting the door and laying down with me, please?”
Shutting as ordered, he maneuvered, with maximum confusion and minimal jostling, to lay behind her on the narrow mattress, “I have forgotten, in my adult years, how much I have grown in relation to my childhood.”
Practically smushed against the wall, she felt an almost-need to try to smile but the mood passed instantly, morose overtaking with lightning speed, “you know, the last person in this bed with me was Melissa; a few weeks before she left for college.”
Not sure where to put his arm, he held it awkwardly against his side, wondering with every passing moment if taking a deep breath would send himself crashing to the floor, “she was decidedly less …” wiggling slightly, his jeans twisted around his knees, “hulking than me.”
The only thing keeping her nose from pressing against the wall was her hand, “she was definitely smaller than you, I won’t argue.”
He’d shared a bed with her before, well, not so much a bed as a quiet corner in some snowed-in airport outside Fargo but whatever.
At least this time, he had the option of covers if necessary.
If only half his body wasn’t hanging off the side of the mattress.
He gave up.
“I’m coming closer.”
For one bless-ed moment, she forgot her churning black cloud in favor of wonderment, “Is that even possible?”
“Hopefully.” Sliding eight millimeters at best, he was now pressed solidly against her from upper chest to ankle, “much better.”
And for some reason, it was the extra warmth, the simultaneous heartbeats, the overwhelming air of another’s existence so close to hers, that made her crumble.
He heard the walls fall, crashing in voided silence and arm be damned, he moved it from himself to her, hand slipping beneath her elbow to rest on her belly, mouth moving as close to her neck as his nose would allow, “it wasn’t our fault.”
“It’s always our fault, Mulder. Every time we go out the door, it’s our fault.”
Moving enough so it was his forehead resting against the back of her head and not his nose, he found himself staring down at the minor flaw in her otherwise perfect neck, “we didn’t know. I didn’t know and you sure as hell didn’t know.”
“Nobody knows anything ahead of time, Mulder but if I had just waited a quarter of a second, a blink of a fucking eye, I would have noticed him. At the academy, the first thing they tell you about handling a gun is always know what’s behind your target. You look behind the damned target before you shoot.”
“No one, not even … shit, not even Superman and his super peepers … would have noticed Jamison under that table. It was pitch black down there. We were doing our job. We did our job and now it’s done and we’re home and jammed into this bed and it wasn’t your fault.” Emphasizing his point, he, for a brief moment, tightened his arm, sinking into cotton-covered stomach, “it wasn’t your fault.” He felt her muscles tighten, knowing full well she was trying to sit up, turn to him, argue his reasoning and he stopped her, quietly, his words drifting over her shoulder, “if you make me fall off this bed with all your arm flailing and point making, I am taking you with me which will just bring your mom up here and then you’ll get in trouble for having a boy in your bed.”
Tensed but debating, she settled back down, logic winning for the shortest possible moment, movement stilled but voice quavering, “I shot and killed a man. Somebody’s husband, Mulder, somebody’s son, somebody’s father. How do I justify that with a simply phrase of ‘it wasn’t my fault’?” Cracking words, her breath hitched violently, chest jumping, abdomen contracting with the effort of not wailing at the top of her lungs, “it was my fault, Mulder. He was hiding under a table. He’d managed to free himself and in trying to escape, heard the raid, crawled under a table and for all his efforts, he died anyway.”
Her last words trailed in a sob and Mulder, ignoring wedged-in bed etiquette, sat up as best he could, wiggled his arm under her neck and finally holding her from both sides, hugged her, kissing each bump of her spine from hairline to neckline, knowing it was time for him to be quiet, to listen, to ache for her.
And when it was time to hold the edge of the mattress as she tried to move closer. Needing any and all leverage he could get to stay on the bed, he simultaneously vee’d his knees, pushing hers forward as well, accidentally-on-purpose spooning to the best of his ability.
She didn’t argue, burrowing into her cocoon of Mulder-heat, vaguely wondering, as the tears flowed out of her and consequently onto him, if it would be, while not scientifically likely, metaphorically possible to crawl inside him, live there protected from the world, for the next few seconds to several hundred years of their combined life.
Choosing to focus on that rather than the harsh reality of now, it still took quite a while for her tears to taper off. Feeling her heart slow its rat-a-tat pace, she whispered into the crook of his elbow, “how do I get through this?”
“Just like we are now. You hold me, I hold you; tomorrow, we do it again.”
It was only now that she began to register how cramped they were, how un-professional they were, how perfect they were, at this very moment and doing a most un-Scully like thing, she let herself sink into the moment, “We should probably find a bigger bed then.”
Hearing just a little of the humor he loved, he chuckled once against her, repositioning his head, deciding both would benefit from a little nap, “I’m not worried about it right now.”
Finding his hand, she ran fingers over crooked knuckles, as close to a handhold as she could manage at the moment, “I wonder if I’ll get grounded if mom finds you here in the morning?”
Already headed to dreamland and taking her with him, “I think we should find out.”
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Myth: falling asleep.
Fact: waking up.
Confusion: setting in quickly.
Resolution: someone was mumbling beside him.
Follow-through: Once he’d realized he was indeed awake and for some reason in a bed that was seven to eight times too small for two people, he carefully rolled to his side, creating a precious hands-width of space between him and the mumbler.
About to ask if she was alright, he instead, being the terrible person that he was, eavesdropped.
Because … just … because.
And all he heard was a shopping list.
Sleeping next to him and she dreams of chocolate chips and bacon.
He couldn’t help his smile.
Then she hit ‘lube’ and ‘batteries’ and his interest sky-rocketed.
His smile widened.
Oil change and toilet paper should have bought him back to Earth but it didn’t and he listened to her talk another few moments before silence settled again in the time-locked room.
Continuing to stare at her and the dark grey wall behind her instead of going back to sleep, he began thinking in Mulder-type fits and spurts about time and space and awareness and his infinitesimally small space in the universe.
Did the universe still exist outside the room?
Had he been granted his desire to wake beside her only to have the rest of existence forget about them and consequently, forget about existence in the process?
What if Scully’s God had raptured the world and left them behind, alone but together?
Outside the door could be nothing, a vast void of blackness stretching out beyond infinity?
He wasn’t supposed to be here. This was just a rest stop between today and tomorrow. He ought to have been at home on his couch, comfortably hugged by warm leather and soft cotton.
Instead, he was in some weirdly light, hollow, empty, anticipating place.
He could feel the room around him. Everything in it, except him, resting their weary constructs: dust motes, drafts, deliciously warm partners. It unsettled him. This was the snowed in airport at 3am when he had to get up to go to the bathroom and fought it because the empty, dim hallways made his heart beat faster and put him on an edge he didn’t enjoy.
“Scully?”
Another mumble and what he would describe as a weirdly purring throat noise, later, she opened one eye in his direction, “trash bags.”
Another soul awake. Aware. He took a deep breath but continued his whispering, “I’ll add it to the list.”
Finally grasping some sort of faculties, she opened the other eye, brought him into focus as best she could, “why are you in bed with me?”
“You invited me here, remember?”
It took a second to recall but she got there and the smile desperate to cross her lips showed itself at the corners of her mouth but she didn’t let it win, “oh yeah.” Pausing for deep breath, she shut her eyes again, stretching as best she could and very narrowly using him as a full-body pillow in her quest for more sleep, “why did you wake me up?”
“Because I’m an adult freaking out about the dark and infinity and weird spaces where time doesn’t seem to exist and frankly, I’m worried that we are the only two people left in the universe and that we are floating in an utter blackness void even of stars and …”
He stopped because her hand was now covering his mouth, “Mulder … I swear to you. Outside is still outside.”
Talking through her hand, “Then why do I feel so strange? This never happens when I wake up at my own place in the middle of the night.”
Knowing sleep was now officially at least a few minutes away, she removed her hand but kept her eyes shut, thinking that if sleep accidently floated by, she could catch it, “you, my friend, are caught in a ‘liminal space’”
Liminal space. He felt he should remember that from somewhere but his 2am still spiralling mind couldn’t organize, “what?”
“I will be writing this down as the day I knew something you didn’t. Remind me to play the lottery later.”
Smart-ass-ness was starkly evident this later/early in the day but he liked her so he didn’t tell her about the ‘lube’ comment, “this isn’t helpful.”
“Sorry.” Finally looking at him, eyes dilating wide in the dark, “liminal spaces are kind of like waiting areas between one thing and the next. After one point in time and space and before the other.”
He was remembering now, “where magic happens and anything is possible.”
“Or where you begin to doubt universal existence and are afraid of the dark.”
“I am not afraid of the dark.”
She really hadn’t meant it to sound like it did and in apology, she rested a finger in the dimple on his chin, “I know. I just meant … when I was a kid, I’d wake up just like you and wonder if mom and dad were still in their beds. If Missy and Bill and Charlie were going to be at breakfast the next morning or had the darkness snatched them away?”
“But I’m an adult and I know better.”
“No one knows better at 3am or whatever the hell time it is.” Figuring the best way to fix this was to show him and she struggled to sit up, she accepted an assistance shove from her Mulder, “come on. We’re going downstairs.”
Now he was just starting to feel silly and for Mulder to feel silly required quite a bit of silliness, “it’s okay. We should probably just go back to sleep.”
“No.” Taking his hand and tugging until he was standing beside her, thankful for socks against the chilly floor, “I want to show you something.”
Giving in because she was her, he followed, inaudible sigh of relief he would never admit to once the bedroom door was open and he saw that, indeed, the rest of the house still stood. Shuffling across wood floor and creeping down the stairs, avoiding, under Scully’s direction, the creaky seventh step, she took him to the couch, pushing on his chest lightly to get him to sit. Once settled, several afghans piled over their legs, he waited as long as he could before asking, “what are we doing?”
“We are learning to love liminal spaces.”
“We are?”
“Yeah.” Quiet for another moment to gather her explanation, “we are witnessing timelessness. Enjoy it.”
So he sat, hand in hers, until he mused, half to himself, “liminal spaces should be an X-File.”
“No. I’m not letting you file these away. I have fallen in love with them and don’t want them categorized and easily referenced. They are meant to be discovered by accident and left alone when done.”
Sliding somewhat down the cushions to rest his head against the back of the couch, “do these spaces make you feel better?”
Knowing the question behind the question, “this space is making me feel better right now. It was still my fault but I think I’ll have to accept it and move on.” Matching his slide, she went one better and shifted her head to lean on his shoulder, “how are you feeling?”
“Better about the universe and about liminal magic.”
“Liminal magic?”
Turning his head, he first kissed her forehead, then shifted enough to brush his lips against hers, impulsive and unassuming, “that right there was liminal magic.”
With a smile, she let her hand drift to his knee, then his thigh, squeezing before coming to a rest slightly higher than strictly friends defined, “shush.”
“Shushing now.”
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Maggie found them prone on the couch the next morning, smushed together on something even more narrow than the bed they’d occupied earlier. Scully, true to form, using him as a pillow while he held onto her dear life, fearful even in sleep of falling to the ground and leaving her behind.
It was then that she knew her daughter’s answer of ‘I’m fine’ later on would be a genuine one and moving to the kitchen, she decided chocolate chip waffles and bacon would be the order of the day.
#narrow beds#liminal spaces#msr#midnight grocery lists#Maggie Scully#not one drop of alcohol in this one#just couldn't work it in#My writing#xfiles#x-files
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"What the fuck?" Michael asks, voice at a dangerous level. He startles them and they pull apart. "You two promised me you're not in a relationship, so what do you call this?"
They've been caught.
Shit.
"Kissing," Carly answers quickly, half lying and half telling the truth. "We're not dating."
"Then please explain to me what this is, Mom," he asks. "You too, Jason."
"Explain what?" Joss asks, walking into the room.
"They kissed."
"Avery owes me 5 bucks now," the blonde smiles. "I can buy a coffee with that money."
"Great, a free coffee. Are you at all having an emotional reaction to Mom and Jason kissing?" Michael asks his sister, who's ignoring him.
"Not my business who Mom and Jason kiss," she responds calmly.
When did she get so grown up? She had her "child of the corn" years a few years ago, but now she's an adult and not freaking out over this? His goddaughter's all grown up. One hell of a way to make you feel old.
"I can't believe you're so calm about this, Joss! They lied to us!"
"Did they? They said they weren't dating. First off, that's a present tense which could've changed, and they didn't say anything about kissing in hospitals," she says, confused.
"Here's that first aid kit for Jason, Carly," Elizabeth says, entering the tense room and handing it to the traumatized woman in the hospital bed. "Do you two need something?"
"My mother to figure out what the hell she feels for Jason Morgan," Michael answers bitterly.
"I'm not going to ask."
"They kissed! And they did it yesterday!" Michael exclaims, emotions getting the best of him before he can remember his tact.
Everyone's shocked he screamed that, Elizabeth especially. "Well. Um, I'm gonna head out. You guys enjoy... Whatever this is."
That's one way for it to come out.
"It's out in the open now," Carly chuckles, opening up the first aid kit and pulling out the bandages, hydrogen peroxide, and Neosporin.
"Mom, what are you doing with his hand?"
"He punched a wall so I'm cleaning up the cuts."
"Why'd you do that?"
"People were gossipping about your mother and what happened to her tonight. It pissed me off and I ended up punching a wall."
"By the looks of it you broke the wall."
"Nah, just a few scratches," Jason tells him before the stinging sensation of the hydrogen peroxide is on his hand. Not exactly a pleasant one.
"Well, are you okay?"
"Besides the fact your mother is stinging me with this stuff, I'm fine."
"Good. What happened to you tonight, Mom?" Michael asks gingerly.
Suddenly, the tension in the air amplifies by 50 if that's even possible. There's a good minute and a half where it's just an awkward silence before Carly answers him, filling the time with applying bandaids to his wounds, "Cyrus took me from the Metro Court. Well, one of his goons. But the goon took me to the Floating Rib, that little room above the bar. Somehow he knew the importance of that place to me and I was kidnapped. He raped me. I also got pretty beat up when I was resisting. Just when I was sure I'd never leave that room, Jason came in and saved me. Cyrus is in police custody right now and there's no way in hell he's getting off."
"He always saves all of us," Joss smiles at him. "Thanks."
"Anytime. I'll always save you guys, you know that," Jason returns her smile and sees one appear on Michael's face as well, though he's half ready to kill someone. It always happens when someone brings up rape, Michael gets distant and mad. Probably because of his own experience with it.
It's a good thing Cyrus is in police custody because if he wasn't, Jason has a feeling that he'd end up helping them cover up a murder.
"Mom, I'm so sorry you had to go through it. Cyrus is a sick bastard. You know that I'll be able to pull some strings and all of the Quartermaine's will testify in your behalf if you need to go to trial," Michael offers.
"Thanks, but I'm hoping he'll plead guilty and I won't have to sit through a trial."
"Well, if you do, you've got the best lawyer in the state on your side and all of us," Joss says, "besides, there's a bunch of evidence he did it. And everyone knows Jason's practically incapable of lying, so he'll be a great witness!"
"You, on the other hand, are a good liar, Joss," Michael counters.
"The law doesn't know that, Michael."
"I better never get a call I have to bail you out of jail."
"I'll call Cam or Trina. You'll be last on the list of people I'd call to bail me out, trust me," she playfully reassures her brother.
"Is that an insult or a compliment?"
"You pick."
"I'm sorry, but Mrs. Corinthos cannot have visitors anymore," Epiphany tells them, interrupting the group gathering.
Sadly, her kids say goodbye to her, promising to visit in the morning. Jason, however, doesn't leave his chair. "Mr. Morgan, did you hear me? No more visitors. Visiting hours are over."
"I'm family."
"So are her children. They don't get to stay the night, neither do you."
"I need him to stay. When I sleep, I keep having nightmares- screaming, terrifying nightmares, and he's the only one who can get me back to sleep. Come on, Epiphany, you know we always spend the night in each other's hospital rooms," Carly attempts to bargain with the nurse.
"And if this were normal circumstances, I would allow it."
"What about this isn't normal circumstances?" Jason asks.
"Well, first off, Michael told Elizabeth about your... Activity. And second, this is a police investigation too. Hospital policy says that he can't stay the night."
"Oh my god," Carly scoffs, "because my son discussed something with us that Lizzie overheard and then spread to the whole town by now, he can't spend the night? Epiphany, I've given myself panic attacks with these nightmares already and he's been here! He's the only person who can calm me down and I know how important rest is for recovery. Besides, it's not like we have no self control. I would never have sex in a hospital."
Epiphany cocks an eyebrow at Jason, who innocently raises his hands. "You know me better than that."
Carly starts laughing at him being stared down by Epiphany, who he simply stated blankly at back. It's a contest of who's going to back down first, and they all know he'll win. His stubbornness is one personality trait that always comes out in hospitals.
"Fine. But I swear, if you two go at it, there will be hell to pay," Epiphany threatens before leaving, letting Jason stay in there. A win. "And she cannot stay up all night making out with you, she needs her rest. So do you, you look like hell."
"Yes ma'am," they answer and she shakes her head before closing the door.
"I feel like I'm in high school again," Carly jokes.
"No clue what that's like."
"Hell, if you're me. You, though, I bet you were that one kid all the teachers loved and the students too. A golden boy. I'm convinced you would've hated me in high school."
"Well, I wouldn't have remembered it anyways," he reminds her.
"Nah, I'm unforgettable," she says, a smirk playing on her lips. "Even with an amnesia causing coma."
"That's not how it-" he gets cut off by her kissing him again.
This is becoming more and more normal and that scares him. He's comfortable in his reality and, as usual, she's ready to bring Hurricane Carly into his life and break his equilibrium.
Well, that and the thought she could make another of those lists. The list scares him more than breaking this state of equilibrium.
"We promised Epiphany we wouldn't do this," he reminds her when they break apart.
"No, we promised her I'd rest and that we wouldn't stay up all night kissing or have sex," Carly corrects.
"Yes, you need your rest, Carly. Please, try to sleep," he urges.
"I'm offended!"
"Carly-"
"You have a guy telling you you're wrong and shut him up and now you've got to sleep. God how times have changed."
"No, it's not that. You, however, need your sleep. Besides, if you have a nightmare, I promise you can kiss me again," he finds himself saying.
Well. That part was unexpected. He really needs a reevaluation of feelings for her.
"Well, if his Royal Highness-"
"I'll kiss you if you have a nightmare, alright?" Jason revises his statement and she smiles.
"Deal."
"Good, you need to rest."
"So do you."
"Just worry about yourself, I'm fine."
"Mhm," she haphazardly agrees, allowing herself to fall back into a slumber while he shifts in the chair he's mastered the ability of sleeping in over the years.
To be continued later in life when it's not 1:30 am est
go to sleep :)
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Heavenly, Part Two
Dark!Steve x Reader
Notes: I pretty much started working on this right after I posted Part One. Keep in mind that the reader is young; she’s around the 18-20 range, or at least that’s how I imagine her, so she may seem naive at some parts, but that doesn’t mean she’s stupid. If you noticed the lack of Y/N, just know I hate seeing it, so I refuse to write it.
Warnings: A bit of cursing, but not a whole lot. A small snippet of Steve's P.O.V.
Word Count: 3,121
You honestly felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest; it was pounding that hard.
How could he know your name? You certainly never told him.
You rest your hand over your heart and felt the thick plastic of your name card. Oh.
Now you just felt stupid. Steve could have just looked at your name tag. He’s freaking Captain America, so why are you getting so spooked about everything he does?
You couldn’t shake the feeling that something much more ominous was going on, but you had nothing to prove it. Even if you could, what would you do? Being a creep isn’t against the law, and when you’re Captain America, the law probably would turn a blind eye to your actions, especially after you just saved the world.
“Could you shut the door any louder? I’m trying to sleep.”
You turned and looked at the now opened door of your roommate’s room, where Nikita stood. Her hair was tangled from sleep, but she gave you a deadly glare.
You sighed. “Sorry. Won’t happen again.”
She chuckled and crossed her arms. “It better not, but it looks like you just saw a ghost. You good?”
You slowly nodded your head. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just tired.” You slung your bag down on the coffee table before you collapsed on the worn sofa.
Nikita shuffled over to the recliner next to the couch and sunk into the cushions. “You’ve never been a good liar. Spill.”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” You sat up to slip off your coat and threw it over the coffee table.
“Try me. I used to teach third graders. I’m sure I’ve heard worse.” Nikita had wrapped the threadbare blanket over her shoulders as she propped her feet on the table.
“I don’t even know where to start.” You rested your hands on your face and groaned. She wouldn’t believe you; she’d just think you’re crazy.
“How about start from the beginning.”
You turned to her, and she had her chin rested against her hand. Even though she was obviously tired, she looked at you intently.
“I was about to close when this guy walked in at the last second. I was checking him out and the guy was fucking Captain America.”
Nikita cut you off, “No way. He went missing months ago.”
You huffed. “I told you, you won’t believe me.”
You began to sit up when Nikita gently grabbed your arm.
“Sorry, I’ll listen. Are you sure it was him?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Sure, he looks a bit different now but there’s no way it wasn’t. He didn’t seem surprised when I figured it out, either.” You sink back into the sofa, and the springs groaned a bit. “He walked me out to my car and insisted that he drive me home when it wouldn’t start.”
Nikita looked at you, confused. “Why wouldn’t your car start?”
You shrugged. “I have no idea. I mean it’s not the best car, but it shouldn’t have broken down. It was fine when I left for work.”
She leaned back into the recliner and pulled up her legs. “Maybe the heavens just decided to screw you over tonight." She pushed a stray hair behind her ear. "Sorry; I interrupted you."
"It's okay. It's just that he grabbed me multiple times. Even though he wasn't hurting me, you don't just grab a stranger." You crossed your arms over your chest as you pushed your shoes off with your toes.
Nikita nodded, and her mouth opened a few times, but she didn't say anything. Eventually, she cleared her throat before saying, "I really don't know what to say. A part of me is like, 'it's fucking Captain America; he isn't a creep,' but the other part of me knows that you don't know him, and you don't lie about this type of stuff."
"I really hope that I'm wrong about this, but I can't help but feel like that something is going on. The worst part is that I have no reason to feel this way. It's not a crime for offering someone a ride home." You pushed yourself off of the cushions and stretched. "I guess I should go to bed."
Nikita looked up at you and narrowed your eyes. "Don't you have to work tomorrow?"
You groaned in frustration. How the hell would you get to work? Nikita has work tomorrow also, so you can't borrow her car, and she works earlier than you, so she can't drop you off on her way there.
"Actually fuck my life, but I'll get there somehow. If all else fails, I'll walk."
She scuffed. "The hell you are. I'll take you on my break and pick you up, okay? I'm not letting my girl walk home in the dark." She stood up and crossed the small distance to her room. "And don't even try to say no. It's the least I can do."
You rolled your eyes but couldn't fight your growing smile. "What would I do without you?"
All Nikita said as she walked into her room was, "Get mugged, probably."
~
You barely slept a wink that night.
Each time a car would pass by your window, your heart would leap into your chest.
What if it was Steve?
What if he wanted to kill you?
You almost chuckled at how stupid you sounded. Of course, he wasn't going to kill you. Probably not anyway. He didn't even know you.
When you finally managed to fall asleep, you couldn't even count it as going to bed; it was a cat nap at best.
Nikita woke you up around six or so to let you know she was leaving for work, and since then you weren't able to fall back asleep. You stayed in bed for almost another hour but admitted defeat when your stomach rumbled. Even when you went through the fridge, nothing caught your eye, so you ended up getting dressed and taking the five-minute walk to the nearby coffee shop. Sometimes living close to Main Street had its perks.
The cafe wasn't too busy; there couldn't have been any more than six people in there, so after you placed your order, you set your jacket at one of the window booths. A few minutes passed before your name was called, and as you walked up to the counter to grab your order, shivers went down your spine.
"Well, would you look at that. Twice in less than twenty-four hours."
You slowly turned to look at none other than Steve Rogers standing behind you. His lips were pulled into a small smile, and his eyes twinkled with joy. His clothes were similar to what he wore yesterday; jeans, a flannel, and work boots, but he didn't look any less handsome.
You chided yourself for thinking that he was handsome, but when he cleared his throat you looked back up at him.
"Hey, you okay?"
You started to shake your head but stopped at the last second. "Um, yeah, I'm good."
His smile grew as he took a step closer to you. You would have backed up, but you had nowhere to go; you were pressed up against the counter.
"I'd hope so. Have a coffee with me?" He gestured to your drink and croissant in your hands.
You looked down at them then back into his blue eyes, but before you could reply he said, "Go sit down, and I'll be with you shortly. No longer than a minute, I promise."
You noted how he used the same words from last night, and you couldn't help the shivers now. There wasn't anything sinister about what he said, so why did it creep you out so much? You're overthinking it; a handsome guy just wants to spend time with you. Where's the harm in that?
"O-okay." You shuffled your feet back to the booth and slid into the side where you set your jacket.
True to his word, Steve plopped down in front of you with a cup in his hand. He gave you another smile before taking a sip. "Would you be surprised to hear that not all black coffee tastes the same?"
You shook your head and mumbled, "I wouldn't know." You took a long sip of your hot chocolate before ripping a piece off of your croissant.
"I take it you're not much of a coffee drinker?"
You didn't even look up as you shook your head. You weren't even done chewing what little bit of food you had in your mouth before you shoved in another piece.
Steve cleared his throat again, and you looked up at him. "I know I already apologized, but I feel like I should explain why I came in so late."
You shook your head. "I already said it was fine. No need to explain yourself."
You began to lift your drink up to your lips when his hand grabbed your wrist.
"Yes, I do. See, I don't sleep well, but reading is one of the few things that tire me out. I knew the library was still open, so I decided to swing by. I didn't mean to take so long."
Even though you didn't ask for an explanation, it did make you feel better about the whole encounter. He wasn't purposefully trying to keep you later than normal, but that still didn't explain the touching. Speaking of which, he still had a hold of your arm.
"Uh, thanks, but you can let go now."
Before he could let you, you pulled your wrist from his grasp and set it in your lap.
He gave you a small sympathetic smile. "Sorry. I don't even realize when I do it."
You mumbled "sure", and if he had heard you, he didn't show it.
"You have work today?"
You opened your mouth to reply but hesitated. Why did he care? There is no way he could have read all of those books in one night. Going against your gut, you decided there was no harm in telling him. "Yeah, I do. I'm closing again tonight."
Steve gulped down the remainder of his coffee before setting it to the side. "And do you have a ride?"
You felt much more comfortable answering this question. "My roommate offered to drive me, and it's almost impossible to tell Nik no." You chuckled at Nikita's threat about cutting your legs off if you tried to walk to work.
"You have a roommate?" Steve's face was neutral, but his eyes were stone. His jaw tightened as he awaited your answer.
"Uh, yeah, we've lived together for a couple months now. She's pretty cool."
He visibly relaxed at the mention that your roommate was a woman. "What kind of woman has the name Nik?"
You laughed, "It's just a nickname. Her name is Nikita. She's a handful, but I love her."
Steve sat up and rested his elbows against the table. "Tell me about her."
"Well, she works at the post office. She's from New York, but she's lived here for the past five years." You toyed with one of the napkins as you spoke. "Whenever I first moved out, I found this ad of someone looking for a roommate. I didn't have very many options, so I was pleasantly surprised that she wasn't a total crackhead."
Steve laughed at your choice of words, but leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. "And what makes someone a crackhead?"
"Well, lots of things. Actually being addicted to crack for one, or just being nasty. I don't know; I guess it depends on how I'm feeling." There was a sharp pang in your stomach when you realized you'd let your guard down. He was still a stranger, and you'd just given him details about your friend. Who does that?
"If that's the case, I hope I'm not a crackhead." He gave you a sweet smile, but you couldn't find it within yourself to mirror him.
"I, um, I should get going. I need to get ready for work." You slipped on your jacket and climbed out of your seat. Steve did the same.
"I can drive you back to your place if you want?"
You shot him a look. "No. I'll be fine. I don't live far." You grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder.
"I can't just let you walk everywhere. Your house is on the way anyway," he insisted.
When you met his eyes, they were soft and pleading, and you felt your resolve crumbling around you. "I promise I'll be okay. You don't have to taxi me around just because you feel bad."
Steve shook his head. "I don't feel bad; I just feel like it's the right thing to do. Plus, me driving you will save you a ton of time."
You relented and threw your hands up in defeat. "Fine, but this is the last time. I'm not a charity case."
"I never said you were, but there's nothing wrong with needing a bit of help, and good thing I'm good at helping." He placed his hand between your shoulder blades and gently ushered you out of the cafe. His car was parked across the street, and when the light turned green for the crosswalk, he wrapped his hand around yours and led you to the other side. You didn't have time to react because as soon as you were on the other side of the street, he dragged you to his SUV and opened your door. He practically lifted you into the seat and had you buckled in before your mind caught up with what happened.
After shutting your door, he walked to his side and climbed in. "I might need a couple reminders on directions. I'm not completely sure I remember the way."
"It's on Heavenly Avenue. Do you know where that is?"
He gave you a nod and pulled out of the driveway. "You really don't live that far, do you?"
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Steve was waiting for you in the living room while you changed. You hadn't given him permission to enter; he just let himself in. It was a bit creepy, but this man was offering you a ride for free. He had been nothing but kind to you, and you repay him by being spooked by him for no reason.
After you changed, you walked back into the living room to find Steve looking through the small knick-knacks you had on display.
"You or Nikita really seem to like mermaids."
You let out an embarrassed giggled. "That would be me. I've been obsessed with them since I was little."
He set down the little mermaid statue before turning to look at you. "You look nice."
You glanced down at your clothes. They weren't anything special; your shirt was a dark grey henley, your jeans a faded blue, and a pair of black slip-on shoes. It wasn't anything special.
"Um, thanks?" You grabbed your bag off of the sofa and folded your jacket over your arm. "Ready to go?"
Before Steve could answer, Nikita walked through the front door.
"Hey, hun, are you- what in the goddamn?"
She looked at the two of you with wide eyes. You never had guests, and the fact that it was Steve Rogers in your living room made the encounter that much more unbelievable.
"Nikita, I presume?" Steve stuck out his hand for her to shake.
She hesitated, but after a few seconds placed her palm in his and shook it. "And you're Captain America."
He chuckled, "Please, just call me Steve."
She absently nodded. "Steve. Sure." She turned to you, and her face turned to stone. "Hey, hun, can I talk to you?"
She didn't even wait for your answer before she grabbed your wrist and pulled you into her room. She slammed the door shut and turned to you. "What the actual fuck. First, you say he's a creep, but now he's in our living room?"
"Nik, I can explain."
She grunted and crossed her arms over her chest. "Yeah? Then explain."
You told her about your trip to the coffee shop, and how he sat down with you. You mentioned how he explained himself for coming in so late, and that he offered to drive you to work.
"So you're saying I didn't have to waste part of my break to come get you?" Nikita was more annoyed than angry, but her glare still gave you shivers.
"Sorry, I forgot to text you. Forgive me?" You did your best effort at puppy eyes, but she just laughed.
"You look so stupid. It's funny, but I guess so. Now if you'll excuse me, I actually need to get to work."
She pulled you into a hug then whispered, "Please know what you're doing. He's still a stranger."
You didn't get the chance to reply since she had already let go of you and exited her room. You followed her out to the living room, and Steve gave you a smile.
"I'm assuming she doesn't approve?"
You huffed. "You're good. Just don't try anything."
You walked over to the door, but before you could even touch the knob, Steve had wrapped his huge hand around it and rested the other on your lower back, causing you to stiffen. He led you back out to his SUV, and as the same the first two times, he opened your door and buckled you in. A part of you was still put off by your actions, but you ignored it; you finally settled with the idea it was a forties thing.
The ride to the library was in silence; the radio station the same it was last night. When Steve pulled into the parking lot, he parked in the same space he did the night before.
"Thanks for the ride." You gave him a small smile and opened your door. As you climbed out, he called your name. "What?"
Steve gave you a smile. "If you want, I can see if I can find out why your car didn't start. Is that okay?"
You eyed him suspiciously, but what did you have to lose?
"Knock yourself out." With that, you walked inside.
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Steve's eyes flitted over your figure as you walked away from him before settling on your backside. He couldn't fight the small grin that stretched over his lips.
You were already so trusting of him, even though he was a stranger.
You didn't even suspect that he was the one who sabotaged your car.
Removing a spark plug was never a difficult task. Yours sitting in his glove box was proof enough of that.
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Longing For Feelings Pt. 4
That night, your sister and her husband held a surprise birthday party for you. They came to Yongguk's house with a lot of food and cake. It was a waste to eat that much food with only the four of you, including Yongguk. However, they couldn't invite people since they didn't let Yongguk know about the surprise beforehand. You were thankful that they respected Yongguk as the owner of the house.
Your brother-in-law was a lot older than Yongguk so it was obvious how much Yongguk respected the man. If he usually ignored you when you were talkative, he entertained your brother-in-law's chatty side kindly.
After two hours, they excused themself because you were already drunk. You hadn't had alcohol for so long so you lost track how many glasses of soju you could handle.
"Why did you drink so much?" He said to you who was lying down on the couch.
Your head was light and your body burning up. "Yongguk?"
"What?"
"Can you come here?"
"What do you want?" He steered his wheelchair to approach you. Once he was close, he gasped when you suddenly plopped onto his lap. "What the hell are you doing? You're drunk."
"You haven't said it yet. Wish me a happy birthday." You patted his chest.
"Happy birthday." Surprisingly, he did as asked albeit monotonously.
"That's all? Where's my gift?" You opened your palm to him, head resting on his shoulder. Then, you laughed. "Nevermind. You don't have to get me a gift."
"I couldn't go out to prepare anything for you." He explained although you didn't blame him at all. Of course you knew, you were together with him all day.
"It's okay." You assured him. You weren't sure if it was because of the alcohol in your system or you had been waiting for the right time to say it to him. You said, "You allowing me to be here next to you is a blessing. The only gift I could have asked for. I like it here. It's so much better than the city, that's why I came back."
He touched your arm when you didn't say anything while resting your body more comfortably on his body. Your eyes were closed. "Are you sleeping?"
"No," came your soft answer. "Yongguk?"
"Hmm?"
"I want to stay here."
"No one is chasing you away."
"But you don't want me to stay neither. When did we become like this? Was it because of what I said about her?"
"Don't go there." He warned. He didn't want to be reminded of her, his ex-girlfriend who left him for another. The same woman who caused you and Yongguk to drift apart.
"I'm sorry. I am sorry I said that about her. I was upset." You lifted your head and fluttered open your eyes to meet his. His eyes widened when he saw your glossy eyes. "I am sorry for liking you more than a friend. I… It was my fault." You buried your face on his neck and cried. You and Yongguk used to be so close that people mistook you as a couple. Everything changed after you told him about her meeting someone else behind his back.
"Stop it. Why are we even talking about this?" Yongguk was not sure what he should say. "Hey…" Yongguk was alarmed when your body went limp against him and the cry subsided. A feeling of relief washed over his being when he heard your soft snore.
"It's your birthday, you dumb. You should be happy." He fixed the position of your head and wrapped his arms around your body to prevent you from falling.
The next morning, you woke up with a terrible body ache. As soon as you opened your eyes, you were greeted by his sleeping face that was too close for comfort. Slowly, you realized you had spent a whole night on his lap. It must be uncomfortable for him.
You couldn't really remember what happened yesterday after your sister and her husband went home. You got off his lap, before waking him up, "Yongguk." You shook his shoulder more than twice.
He groaned while stretching out his arms, yawning. "My body aches," he complained. "Why did you drink so much?"
"I'm sorry." You apologized, blaming yourself for being so inconsiderate. How did you end up on his lap? You promised yourself you would not do it ever again. You shouldn't burden his legs with your weight. "Sorry for hurting you." You looked at his thighs apologetically.
Yongguk realized what you were thinking. He said, "That's not what I mean. My back hurts sleeping on this wheelchair." He tried to clarify but you were so guilty it didn't get through your head.
"Do you want to lie down? Let me send you to your room."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and a voice calling out your name. It sounded like your brother-in-law. You went to get the door and were greeted by him. You laughed because he was holding a bouquet of flowers.
"How many surprises did you guys prepare for me?" You smiled as you received the flowers.
He shook his head, "It's not from us."
"Then who—"
"I have to rush to work. Happy birthday again, sister." He patted your head and left you dumbfounded.
You marvelled at the beautiful arrangement, trying to guess who was the sender. There were no cards or letters so it was really hard to guess. You entered the house while inhaling the rosy scent.
"I got flowers." You showed the bouquet to Yongguk who didn't look interested. "I wonder who gave me this. My brother didn't let me know. Oh? Maybe…"
"Maybe?"
"Maybe Youngjae?" Since he lived nearby your sister's house.
"Are you serious?"
"Huh?"
"It's me."
"It's you?" You couldn't believe your ears. Yongguk asked your brother-in-law to get you flowers? You looked at his face for confirmation but he looked away and nodded his head. With a bigger smile, you walked toward him and shyly kissed his cheek.
He blushed red, still looking away from you.
"Thank you for the flowers. And for the thought. I really love it."
"You love it?" He asked after he gathered enough courage to look into your eyes. You prettily nodded, eyes shone with happiness. "I'm glad, then."
"I had never received a flower before. I never thought of myself as a fan of flowers but now that I got one, I know why women are kind of obsessed with flowers."
"Why?"
You chuckled, "It might sound silly but receiving flowers makes me feel...pretty? Even though I am not."
He furrowed his brows, "What do you mean?" He didn't like your last sentence.
"Sorry." You chuckled again. "Did I sound conceited? Just forget it. Thank you again, Yongguk."
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"You are putting too much effort." He commented when you diligently changed the water in the vase. The flowers he got you were still alive.
"I want them to last longer." You said, taking care of the flowers like it was your child. "It would be sad to see them wilt."
"You can always get another flower."
"It won't be the same."
"They're just flowers."
"They're from you."
He stayed silent for a few seconds before clearing his throat to calm his heart.
Another day, another knock on the door. You eagerly went to the door just to step back in horror.
"What are you doing here?" You asked in fear.
"Come with me." A woman gripped your arm but you pulled away and ran into the house.
Yongguk was perplexed with your action. "What's wrong? Who is it?"
You couldn't answer him because your body was trembling. Your aunt from the city was there with her son. They were there for you, to force you to go back to the city.
"Tell me." Yongguk insisted, approaching you to hold your cold fingers. You stood in misery in front of him. You gasped when they trespassed into the house. "Who are they?"
"I'm her aunt. We're here to take her back home."
"No!" You interjected and let go of Yongguk's hand to hide behind his wheelchair. "I don't want to go home."
Yongguk didn't understand anything but for sure he didn't like their presence.
"Come with us or we will make you." She threatened you. You were not fond of his son because he was rough. You knew he was capable of hurting you if his mother told him to. "Your father sent us here."
"I will stay here with my sister."
"Liar! We know you've been here for weeks. Why are you slaving after this man when there's someone better waiting for you?" She signalled his son to get you.
You whined, didn't have anywhere to go. Your cousin gripped your arm and roughly pulled you to his side. "Let me go. You're hurting me."
"Stop it." Yongguk interfered, holding another arm of your. "She said she doesn't want to go with you."
"She got no option." Your cousin tugged harder on your arm but Yongguk also tightened his grip on you.
"Just bring her here." You aunt demanded, giving her son permission to act as he pleased.
You winced in pain when your cousin pulled you harder. You lowered your body to increase your weight but the way Yongguk was also pulling you closer to him made you fall onto his lap on the wheelchair. He took the chance to hug you tight and pushed your cousin away roughly.
"This is my house. I want both of you to leave." Yongguk's voice was icy cold, eyes glaring. He was angry, you could tell. "Get the fuck out!"
Seconds later, you were crying while Yongguk was cursing out. Yongguk struggled to protect you from your cousin, but there was not much he could do in his condition.
Suddenly, you were hit by realization that the situation was not good for Yongguk. He was exerting too much force from his weak body. The vein on his neck was bulging.
"Stop it!" You left his lap to use every ounce of energy in your body to push your cousin away. "I'll come with you. Stop hurting him!" You yelled out, surrendering yourself.
"No!" Yongguk became more panicked. "You're not going with them." He shook his head with wide eyes, denying you.
"Go and wait for me in the car. I am going to pack my things." You said, heading toward your room.
"15 minutes." Your aunt said and exited the house with her son.
"You're not leaving! No." Yongguk followed you around in his wheelchair in distress. "Why? You said you don't want to go home?"
You ignored him and lifelessly packed your things.
"Talk to me! Why are you ignoring me? Are you leaving me?" Yongguk tried his best to get your attention. "Say something!"
"I'll ask my sister to come here. I am sorry I can't take care of you anymore."
"That's not important! Why are you leaving me? Why do you have to go with them? What do they want from you?!" He raised his voice.
You broke down in tears, cupping your own face with crouching on the floor. "They want me to marry someone."
"What? No way. No fucking way. Stay here with me. Fuck them. You don't have to go."
"I have to. If I don't go with them now, they will come back again. It would get worse." You wiped your wet face with the back of hand before zipping your luggage. "I'm sorry, Yongguk. I had to break my promise. I am a terrible person. I am so sorry."
"Don't leave. You said you like it here. Don't go. Why do you have to listen to them?"
"That's true. I like it here. But the thing is, Yongguk, I don't belong here. There's no place for me here." You bitterly smiled at him. "I tried. I tried to find my place here while knowing I was not invited. I forced people to accept me here. My sister...her husband
.. and you."
"That's not true!" He denied, heart aching because of how unwanted you sounded. "You're wrong. Nobody—"
"I have to go." You stood and held the handle of your luggage with tears falling down your cheeks. "Get well soon, Yongguk. Don't forget your medicine and listen to my sister, okay?"
"No… no. You are not going anywhere!"
"Goodbye, Bang Yongguk."
Few minutes after you left, your sister arrived to a trashed house. The living room was a big mess with almost everything broken and thrown to the floor. Yongguk was on his wheelchair, pathetically crying while holding a vase of fresh flowers on his lap.
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Summary: Tasha ends up in the spotlight for all the wrong reasons.
Monday evenings in the Boseman household were typically quiet affairs. Now that CoCo had assumed the role of full-time stay at home mom, she was in charge of orchestrating the daily schedule. After all of the children had been assisted with homework, fed, bathed, and put to bed, the adults were afforded the opportunity to enjoy peace as the final hours of the day ticked away.
Tucked into soft Egyptian sheets on top of a spacious Wyoming king bed, Tasha and Chadwick lay cuddled in the middle preparing for sleep until the buzz of an unseen cell phone disturbed the atmosphere.
“Oh, what the fuck,” Tasha grumbled in the dark bedroom as she extended her arm to search the nightstand for her device.
Chadwick chuckled at his wife’s outburst and shifted in bed to flick on the bedside lamp, “Who is it?”
“It’s Tiana. She better have a reason for interrupting my sleep or I’m gon’ cuss her ass out.” Chadwick continued to laugh at his wife’s tantrum knowing that his sister-in-law was in for less than enthusiastic greeting. He’d been a victim of CoCo’s wrath after waking her prematurely on several occasions.
Reluctantly sliding her finger across the screen, she quickly tapped the speaker icon to answer.
“What, Tiana?”
“I’m gonna tell daddy that you yelled at me.”
“Sis, I have two kids and a husband. I can yell at who I wanna.” Realizing her statement’s implications, Tasha changed her tune. “But, like, we don’t need to get him involved. Stop being a tattletale!”
“If you take me with you to the spa, I’ll keep quiet.”
CoCo looked over to Chadwick who smiled and nodded. “Fine. But make sure you thank Aaron. Because your ass would’ve been grass. Now, what do you want this late at night?”
“Tasha, it is 9: 30 pm. The sun has been down for thirty minutes TOPS! Why are you already asleep?”
“My baby needs her beauty rest, TiTi,” Chadwick laughed. “Sixteen hours is the minimum for the lady of the house.
“I’ll never understand how you spoil her so much but I think it’s cute. Anyway, T, have you seen the season premiere of Basketball Wives Atlanta.”
“Girl, what,” Tasha exclaimed, turning her nose up at the mention of the franchise. “You know I don’t watch that trash.”
“Well, friend, you might wanna take a look at this one. It’s on right now. Call me back when it’s over.”
Before Tasha could press her sister for more answers, Tiana hung up with no further explanation. Chadwick was the next person to move, pulling the remote out of the nightstand drawer to turn on their seldom-used television. When the show’s main theme rolled through the soundbar speakers to signal its return from commercial break, Tasha winced at the sound.
Living in Los Angeles, especially after marrying into a lifestyle characterized by exposure to all types of celebrities, had resulted in a plethora of run-ins for CoCo. She’d met and partied with Hollywood’s elite at event after parties, sipped a beer at more intimate events with Black entertainment’s finest and, unfortunately, brushed elbows with those that desired fame and would do anything to attain exposure. Some of those brush ups were resolved with quick but concise warnings. Others took a bit more...convincing.
“Living in Atlanta and starting this new single period in my life is fun, so I called up a couple of my girls and we had a little roof-top party to bring the boys out.”
Tasha’s eyes snapped up toward the TV in horror, “Oh no.”
“Right. I think I see the lace in her wig. Is that what y’all call it? The shit that looks like a screen door? You gotta tell your girl Malaysia that she missed the mark with this one.”
Chadwick’s sudden interest in the reality tv show caused him to miss his wife’s obvious discomfort as memories pushed to the darkest recesses of her mind came forth.
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“Tasha, you want another drink?” Wrapped up in scrolling through her cell phone to view pictures of her family, CoCo completely missed her friend’s question until her space was invaded with a tap to her shoulder. “Hey, d’you hear me? Want another drink?”
“Wha-uh, yeah. Please, be heavy on the D'usse this time. And a glass of water please.”
Malaysia nodded and smiled, “Ya know, for somebody who is hell-bent on sitting over here by their damn self, you sure are turning these back.”
“It’s just the cameras and shit. I’m not used to it like you.”
“Girl, don’t worry about them. They’re just here for some b-roll and then they’ll be out. Gotta catch me meeting some of these menzzzz!”
“You sure that’s it? None of that arguing shit the girls like to do for the blogs?”
Tasha was well aware of the typical reality show antics and wanted no part in them. She came out to celebrate her friend’s housewarming and decision to get back on the dating scene, not entertain a bunch of young girls looking for their fifteen minutes in the spotlight.
“That’s it, housewife!”
“Excuse me? That’s Mrs. Housewife to you,” Tasha laughed. “Alright, I’ll get up and mingle a little for my girl. My outfit is too cute to not be seen anyway.”
The pair shared a laugh as CoCo’s glass was quickly replaced with a new, stronger concoction. It wasn’t long before Tasha began to welcome conversation, moving between groups to discuss whatever was on the docket. She even served as the host of an impromptu speed dating game to help Malaysia narrow down the potential partners in the room. With a buzz from the dark liquor in her fourth glass, Tasha was the center of attention and unaware of the cameras that she spent so much time worrying about.
At some point, when the flow of alcohol and conversation were at their peak, Malaysia turned to CoCo to give the group advice.
“Okay, Tasha, tell us how you ended up with like, the best man available. I need the secret.”
“Girl, there is no secret. We’re a regular couple with regular problems.”
“Yeah, right,” Malaysia responded with an accusatory look on her face. “Let me tell y’all, those two will argue and make up in the same sentence. Then 3 business days later she’s in new Balenciagas. So, sis, I’ll ask you again, what is the secret?”
Just as Tasha prepared to offer up a little piece of advice her mother shared with her before tying the knot, a low murmur from an unfamiliar face across the circle caught her attention.
“I’m sorry, you wanna say that again? I missed the conversation.”
“No, I’m good. Continue.”
In her mind, Tasha wrestled with her next steps. Whoever the young woman was appeared to be well below the age where common sense was actually common but old enough to know the meaning of respect. Feeling loose and open for
“I insist, sweetheart. Please, share with the class. We could all use some advice.” Prolonged silence from the offending party drew curious stares from the rest of the group and a satisfied smirk from Tasha. “Nothing? Great. As I was saying, the secret is to su-”
“The secret is to steal another woman’s man right before he’s about to propose to his girlfriend. Right, CoCo?”
At the sound of her nickname, Tasha placed her glass on the table and straightened her back, “See, baby, you called me CoCo. That means you either know me or know somebody that wishes they were in my position. So, which one is it?”
“I know that your husband was in a relationship until you came around. I know that he was about to propose to my friend but you fucked him during your charity party to stop him.”
“What I’m hearing is not only are you dumb but you’re a liar too. You know what I do to children that lie in my face? I whoop their asses.”
“Okay, that’s enough,” Malaysia exclaimed in an effort to deescalate the situation. “Tasha, let’s go get you some more water.”
Feeling like she’d made her point, CoCo allowed her friend to gently pull her off of the wicker couch and attempt to lead her away from the budding confrontation.
“Get her old ass out of here. All bark and no bite.”
“Bitch, please! Do you really think I’d scuff these shoes to fight a little girl in Fashion Nova leggings,” Tasha asked as she yanked away from the grip on her arm.
“I’m not gone be too many more bitches.”
“You gon’ be as many bitches as I decide to call you, bitch. Now what?” When her words were met with little more than a childing stomp and pout, Tasha took it upon herself to be dismissed from the festivities. “Malaysia, girl, I will talk to you later. How’s dinner tomorrow?”
“That works girl! Drive sa-”
The loud shatter of glass and subsequent debris from its collision made both women stop in their tracks and slowly turn to face the rest of the party.
“This little bitch gon’ make me whoop her ass. Hold my bag.”
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Chadwick’s laughter and the television competed for Tasha’s attention while she hid her head underneath the duvet.
“Honestly, I’m not even mad at Tasha. I would have beat her ass too. But that’s my girl and she has a reputation to uphold so...unfortunately security had to step in the mix.”
“Okay, that’s enough. Turn it off. Please.”
“You ‘re faster than I thought, baby. And that lunge was very graceful.”
“Turn it off, Chad!”
“Alright, alright.” His hands went up in playful surrender before shutting the TV off and turning to his wife. She’s finally emerged from her blanket coffin but with a glossy sheen covering her eyes and a pout identical to Micah’s. “Aww, come here, baby girl. Come here.”
“I’m a reality tv show bitch,” Tasha wailed as Chadwick pulled her into his chest for a hug. “I should just move out and be on B-bad Girls Cluuuub.”
“You are not moving out, Mike Tyson. I need you here to keep us safe.”
“Oh my Gooood. My kids are gonna think I some...some...guttersnipe!”
“A what?” There was no use in trying to calm Tasha while she was in full panic mode. Any words of encouragement would be disregarded and only serve to exacerbate the already tense situation. So, Chadwick absorbed all of her tears in the cotton of his t-shirt until she had cried all of her embarrassment away and unveiled a thin layer of anger.
“I can’t believe I let her get me out of my element like that. I mean...I’m me! I’m Tasha fucking Greene Boseman.”
“Greene Boseman! That’s right, baby. You are that bitch.”
“Right! I like when you say that. I’m that bitch! The motherfuckin’ prototype!”
“Gahdamn prototype!”
“These lil’ girls hope and pray to be this fine in their 40s.”
“God please let me be as fine as Tasha Boseman,” Chadwick chimed in a comically high-pitched voice.
“Tuh! I’m a bad bitch.”
“Mhmmm. Now come here and show me how bad you can get.” His little kisses up her arm on the way to her collarbone made Tasha giggle, nearly completing Chadwick’s mission. That was until the soft ring of her phone alerted her to an incoming FaceTime call. “Nuh uh. Let it go to voicemail.”
“It’ll be quick, babe. I promise.” Pulling his face from the crook of her neck, he gave her a look of disbelief. “It’s just the girls. I’ll get them off the phone in five minutes!”
Chadwick grumbled an incoherent sentence about never getting what he wanted before dramatically setting a timer on his cell phone and placing it in his wife’s lap. “Five minutes, Cookie.”
“I’ll make it four, baby,” she answered in the sweetest voice she could muster.
Pressing the answer button on the call, the line sat silent for a few seconds before all of the women let out a long “biiiiiitch” in unison. Chadwick knew what was coming and silently pleaded with his wife not to go any further. His attempts were futile as she began a lengthy rant that propelled her out of the bed and into her vanity area in the closet to finish the conversation.
When she was out of earshot, Chadwick grabbed the remote to rewind the episode and begin at the height of the conflict. He smiled at his wife’s aggression, feeling his heart soar and excitement stir in his belly.
“My girl, the fighter. Use your left, baby. There you go!”
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No One Saw a Thing.
“OMG, she broke a nail. Let her blame it on Skidmore.”
A Sundance documentary.
Honest admission, my desire to watch this documentary had everything to do with its synopsis. The idea of a people murdering their town bully. Sounded like a good, solid story worth my time. I’m still rolling my eyes. Stupidity all around. If I were to go full rant, this post would be nothing but mess, that’s how much shit I found wrong with it.
I’m just gonna bullet what I feel like covering.
The murder of Ken Rex McElroy
By the time I finished the second episode, I found myself not believing Trena McElroy regarding her husband or his murder. The loving wife trying to sell her husband being a nice, well-mannered man. The very same man who got away with shooting a store owner. The very same man who physically assaulted her. Their daughter openly admitted that he abused her mother. And while admitting this, attempted to lessen what was, as if it was okay that her father abused her mother because he didn’t abuse her often. As if it was okay that her father abused her mother because he didn’t abuse her in front of them. Once is enough. Seeing her bruises is enough. That’s on top of everything else. The fact that he started dating Trena when she was only fourteen. This man walked on assault with a deadly weapon, domestic violence, statutory rape, child molestation, and polygamy. He probably would’ve gotten away with a lot more had they not killed him. He doesn’t get my sympathy. From what I saw, they had no choice but kill him because they made it clear from the start that he was untouchable. I don’t believe in taking the law into your own hands, but I feel this single act of vigilantism justifiable.
His murder stretches beyond believability. The crime scene itself, the number of people claimed to be present, and the testimony of a loving wife. So loving, she had no problem sharing him with a sister wife, no problem taking punches to the face. According to Trena, the entire town held a meeting and came to the decision to kill him without reason. It must've been jealousy because he was such a nice man. An entire town jealous of what? I don’t buy more than ten people being at the crime scene, all circling the truck in which he was killed. I’m trying to picture the man boldly sitting there without fear, not even attempting to escape a crowd of 40 people. Vehicle running, but not daring to drive the hell outta there. Didn’t even care to protect his own wife. No attempt to put it in reverse. Parked and surrounded. Did he think they were planning to invite him over for tea? Claiming to watch a man go to his car, pull out a rifle, then shoot her husband. So Trena watched this happen without warning the man she loved. He just sat there, with no thought to escape. Didn’t even turn his head to see this gun pointed at him, ready to shoot. If it were me, my tires would’ve ran over that crowd. No big deal to run your truck through when you can shoot a store owner and get away with it.
It’s beyond absurd to me, and the documentary got worse from there. That’s when every crime that followed his murder placed its blame on their decision to remain silent about his killer(s).
The murder of Wendy Gillenwater.
If no one saw Wendy laying in her front yard, bleeding to death, no one would be stopping to help her. To help someone, a person would first need to see such a person needing help. So I question who stood by and watched as cars drove by, all ignoring a dying woman. And while doing so, stood by and watched her die on her front lawn. Diane Fanning and the absurdity of her statement. Yes, people had to know that she was being abused by her boyfriend. I'm sure many did. Knowing she's being abused is one thing. Being able to stop him from abusing her is another. For Wendy, the only thing that town could’ve done, is offer their support and hope she'd find the courage to walk away. For any justice to be done, she would've needed to come forward and press charges. Wendy’s neighbors can't press charges on her behalf. They can’t testify to the abuse she endured. What an idiot. And she’s supposed to be an author. Please, don't write any books on domestic violence until you understand it.
I’m supposed to believe this man used drugs, abused his girlfriend for five years, and actually beat her to death because the town remained silent. Because they got away with killing a man. It’s beyond me how anyone could blame suicide and domestic violence on this single act of murder. From what I saw, McElroy was untouchable despite being found guilty, while Skidmore was convicted without proof and sentenced to suffer the stupidity of man. Invade their lives, blame them for this man’s death, and you might find people crossing their arms when a stranger walks into town. Because that stranger is likely coming to invade their lives just to reignite the blame game. Leave their townspeople alone for fuck’s sake. Wendy’s boyfriend is doing life in prison, so don’t tell me people get away with murder in Skidmore.
The disappearance of Branson Perry.
Adding more to the already absurd. From what I saw regarding those jumper cables, I believe Perry disappeared on his own at the start, but was murdered later on. I’m having a hard time believing that a murderer would care to return jumper cables weeks after the fact. Unless his murderer needed to use those jumper cables, I would expect them to be laying on the ground where Perry was taken. You want this to be more believable, leave the jumper cables out of it. It’s possible someone stopped, asked for help to jump their car with his cables, and chose to kill him afterward. But you're not going to convince me they cared enough to return them. The nearest dumpster, the nearest lake. Burned, buried. Don’t expect me to believe they returned to the scene of their crime for the sake of returning those jumper cables.
Jack Rogers didn’t do it. He’s the perfect example of what I would expect after a case like McElroy’s. 15 minutes of fame for Jack. If Perry was murdered, it was by someone outside of Skidmore, and for the same reason. You have this town that everyone talks shit about, how their residents treat outsiders. Consider the idea that people want to protect the home in which they live. When you have a town like that closing themselves off to outsiders, you have outsiders closing themselves off to them. Their reputation is likely to generate enemies. Enemies outside of Skidmore because they don’t understand that world. It’s not a town, but a family of 300+ people.
Perry didn’t need his van, his wallet, or his personal possessions to disappear. I believe he disappeared on his own, took the cables for the purpose of cooking meth, then returned them when they were no longer needed. I believe he was murdered shortly after he returned them. More likely a drug-related murder. I do believe his body was buried and reburied. I do believe they burned the house for the sake of covering up his death. But I believe Perry’s initial disappearance was his own doing. I think he fell deeper into the drug world, considered himself untouchable, and learned the hard way that it’s a dog-eat-dog world. They no longer needed him. You’re still not gonna convince me that his killer(s) cared about those jumper cables finding their way back home.
The murder of Bobbie Jo Stinnett and the sins of Skidmore.
Too much religious shit in this documentary. Claiming the murder of one bred three acts of violence. Exaggerations that made me roll my eyes all the more. Blame kept getting pushed back to McElroy. Hit again with the murder of Stinnett. Her killer, not a resident of Skidmore. Huge difference in her case. It’s called technology. Her computer led to her killer.
With the amount of stress placed on this town by the media, various agencies of law enforcement, and random strangers stirring up shit, one should question the sanity of their residents at this point. The kind of bullshit they went through is the kind of bullshit that would push me to my limits. You have to start considering their well-being and stop being part of the problem. I don't think violence is more likely in Skidmore because of what happened to McElroy. Violence was always there as violence is everywhere, but more visible because the worst already happened. They did not choose to murder McElroy. They were forced to murder McElroy. Denied justice, denied a safe place to live because the law didn't feel like protecting them from a bully.
As far as I’m concerned, silence has been their savior. Whoever found the courage to kill him, best protect that person. McElroy would’ve continued raping their kids, shooting their store owners, walking out of their courthouses a free man, and likely would’ve ended up beating his liar of a wife to death because he has no respect for women.
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alright, y'all, fuck it, i'm not going back and rereading civil war again bc it literally breaks me every goddamn time bc my stupid ass will literally always reread the confession and the road to civil war, and leads to me rereading iron man: director of shield, which also breaks me, which makes me read secret invasion and dark reign, which makes me read fraction's run, which makes me-
you get the idea.
but let's. let's talk about this a minute. i'm not gonna rehash the entire comic civil war here, it's a lot, but you should read it if you haven't. it's a big turning point in the 616 world and leads almost directly to the current state of things as they stand today. you should read it. period. if you're mcu be prepared for a bigger gut punch than anything the films gave you, i sob like a fucking baby every time i read fallen son and the confession. and...the end of the brain wipe, which i'll also get to here in a minute, when tony starts filling himself in on what he's missing. it's different. it's bigger, but more contained (as in us-based only). it's nastier. and it drags on a hell of a lot longer than what amounts to one fight in a walmart parking lot, i'm talking months. there is no nomad bullshit in this (steve hasn't picked up nomad in a very, very long time and the circumstances were different). what i'm saying is, civil war literally divided and tore the entire us superhero community apart. people that were friends were suddenly on opposite sides of the debate. it didn't just tear apart tony and steve, think of carol and jess. think of peter parker caught in the middle. think of all the people who loved tony and steve equally and found themselves torn on who to support. think of sue and reed, and johnny and ben, who were all over the board and nearly ripped their family apart permanently over it.
civil war was no bullshit. it hit hard. it hit fast. people died. it left the superhero community in complete tatters.
so let's get going.
extremis: there are things concerning this i want to touch on. one: steve rogers did not like extremis. this isn't fanon, he vocally was displeased about what tony had done to himself. he thought it made tony strange. distant. more machine than man. (he wasn't really wrong in some ways.) but something i really want to point in connection with it, outside of execute program which is a nice move into civil war, is that...tony never once really used it to find the rogue avengers. not once, not really. he had access to every camera, every satellite, every...digital anything. he had the upper ground there. and yet, somehow, the new avengers always managed to mostly stay free. funny, huh.
miriam sharpe: there's something too right about her, which makes her feel too wrong, you get me? there's something about her that...is too perfect at pressing tony's emotional buttons to make her...mmm...legit. i don't know if she was a plant for sure. i don't. but i'd be completely, utterly unsurprised to find out she was. i also wouldn’t be surprised if she also turned out to be a skrull, tbh.
the night before registration was signed into law: the team leads were separated. god, folks, outside of steve's touchiness about extremis, and execute program, this was one of the best teams of avengers since the early mansion years. tony and steve were closer than ever, they'd put down the avengers and then when steve wanted them back, tony couldn't tell him no. they were doing what they do best, and doing it next to each other (and i'm sorry, you can fight me, but steve and tony are at their absolute peak when they're working together as an unstoppable duo, they're a team within a team, they're partners, they're best friends - in a lot of ways they're each other's whole world and driving force). but the night before while they'd all gathered together, steve got called to the helicarrier. tony and steve were separated. steve was given an illegal order and refused. he had fire opened on him. and he bolted. he and tony never did regroup and circle the wagons, not really, to actually talk about it. i don't think...in any way...things would have gone as sideways as they did if steve and tony had been together and presenting a united front. and i think certain powers that be were well, well aware of that fact.
thor clone: tony might have had a thor hair, okay. sure. i can see him thinking at some point it would be neat to see what asgardian dna looked like but uh. did everyone forget that biochem's not his thing? it's not his wheelhouse? he's an engineer. an electrical and mechanical engineer. now...who do we know that's a biochem person that supported registration, one of the foremost scientists in the field, hmm...oh, that's right. hank pym. and...gasp. it turned out...hank pym...was a skrull. wow, what a coinkidink. i'm sure that totally absolutely doesn't mean a thing.
steve's extremes: okay, so...steve does some stuff that is...drastic. like steve is stubborn. he's bullheaded. once he plants his feet, getting him to move is damned near impossible. you know who can usually bring him around to some form of compromise or agreeing to disagree? ding ding ding, tony stark can. this is not the first time tony and steve have had a bitchfit at each other. they're in each other's pockets, literally, at almost all times, they fight sometimes. it happens. but they always, always manage to patch up and walk away friends and better for having had that talk. the supreme intelligence. tony erasing him being known as iron man. the whole shebang, if you're familiar with the older comics. they fight, they make up, they climb back in each other's back pockets again and they go home happy. so...this is it? they've had bigger shit on their plate and this is the one that does them in as friends? this is the one that makes them fight like they do? steve...does some hinky as fuck shit here, no one is blameless in this, steve is not in the right, tony is not in the right, no one is. that's the fucking point. but the extremes steve went to: tony meeting him in good faith to actually talk because they haven't and need to and tony knows that, and steve taking him out with an emp (which if it had shut down extremis completely it would have killed tony and don't think steve isn't aware of that - steve is far more tech savvy than you'd think). tony begging for another talk to ask steve directly if he had anything to do with happy hogan's death and yet another ambush by team steve. meeting in the mansion one final time to talk and he and tony literally beating the shit out of each other (or rather, steve really unfairly smacking tony around because tony dropped his armor, and had been practically sobbing, begging steve to talk to him) and parting ways for good. the thing here is: tony called steve and steve still picked up. steve still fucking picked up even though they were at war with each other. and...of course...that final fight. tony's armor was disabled by the vision. he was a fucking sitting duck, he could not fight back in any meaningful way against 220+lbs of pissed off super soldier. his armor was dead. and steve beat the everloving fuck out of him. tony, laying there in the street, his helmet smashed to hell, jaw broken, face swollen, steve on top of him with the shield raised about to drop it on tony's unprotected face, and tony laying there...begging steve to end it. begging him. and then steve getting yanked off of tony by a bunch of civilians who saw steve about to murder tony right there in the street and took action.
is it all steve's fault? fuck no, tony did some nasty shit, too. which is my point. they both did things that overall, were out of character for both of them. tony okaying hit squads? of supervillains? to bring in kid superheroes? tony? are you fucking serious right now? that is not typical tony stark behavior. see: young avengers for details, when it's very obvious he doesn't think steve coming down so hard on kids wanting to help make the world better place was necessarily the right thing to do. steve rogers, the man who mourned bucky barnes for years? because he lost his best friend? about to kill his other best friend in cold blood? in the middle of a street? really? really???
steve in his cell: when steve surrenders and steve's in the helicarrier, power dampner on, under arrest, awaiting arraignment, and tony comes to talk to him...things i want to point out: this wasn't like an extended period of time after steve surrendered. this was...very soon after that. please remember, tony had been beat to all fucking hell by steve. he shows up in full armor, never removes his helmet, nothing. extremis's healing factor is good, but it's not that good. tony's still beat to hell. i'm willing to bet he was using the armor's autopilot function, too, because if he could actually stand up straight i'd call you a fucking a liar. steve flinging out accusations on tony's mental health like barbs (he's not wrong, though, but you can bet tony takes every fucking word to heart in the absolute worst way). the last words steve rogers says to tony stark is "was it worth it? answer me." as tony walks away.
steve's death: hoo boy. okay. so, let me just...throw this out here: steve's death fucking broke tony. broke him. completely. utterly. unmade him entirely. steve on his way to arraignment takes a sniper shot for someone else, because steve is that kind of guy. sharon, under mind control, pumps three bullets (time bullets it later turns out) into steve's stomach. steve bleeds out. dies. you know what happens? tony, who was supposed to give steve's eulogy, loses it. breaks down when he gets up to speak. starts sobbing hopelessly. has to step down, there's no way in fuck tony stark will ever hold it together to deliver a real eulogy like that for steve. i keep saying i cannot overstate how important they are to each other. i can't. i really can't. like...they're so close at some points i feel like they're one soul in two bodies. anyway. when asked, tony says finding steve was the greatest day of his life. not only does tony just fucking lose it, it turns out they don't bury steve that day. instead, the remaining of the original avengers (tony, hank, jan) meet in the ice fields they found steve in. they give him a quiet send off, for just the three of them and steve. it's where "i miss your battlecry" comes from. namor takes steve's coffin, promises no one will ever bother it. they put steve back in the ice they found him. yeah that...sure sounds like...the treatment of a guy who hated steve rogers, huh, and this on top of the fact that, yes, tony watched steve's autopsy (through the helicarrier camers). he tortured himself just like that. clint never had to tell tony he might as well have pulled the trigger himself, tony was already telling himself that. he saw what happened to steve's body after, just...what it looked like. he argued with sharon. and then made sure sharon was taken care of, as completely as he could, after everything, because that's the kind of person tony is. he continued to completely fall apart and not deal with steve's death in any fucking meaningful way. he talked to steve's body after they brought him to the helicarrier before his autopsy. he told him literally everything. he told him through snot and tears and sobs and a complete and utter breakdown. he told him it wasn't worth it, because the truth is, tony stark cannot bear the thought of living in a world where steve rogers does not exist. there's a flipside to this, hold that thought.
tony's breakdowns: post civil war tony has...quite a few of these. he hallucinates steve (a side effect of extremis, all the info he takes in on a daily basis gets shoved into the part of his brain that processes guilt to be sorted through, and then his brain spits out important information in the form of people who are dead that tony blames himself for - steve played a prominent role there). everyone can see it. he doesn't leave the armor most of the time. he flips out randomly. he loses his shit utterly. he's put on admin leave barring a psyche eval as direct of shield (a position he got ultimately railroaded into). tony doesn't deal, is what i'm saying. steve's death? fucking breaks him. totally. tony does not pull himself back together at fucking all. he doesn't handle it. he blames himself for everything. utterly everything. yes, he was at fault for some things. yes, he made a lot of bad calls. but he canonizes steve (who also did hinky shit) and then turns around and tells himself he doesn't deserve even the modicum of happiness. he has good days and bad days. sometimes he almost seems like his old self. most of the time he's barely holding himself together with spit and bubblegum. ...i'd argue he may have been more than a little suicidal, at points. he does some really, really risky shit - riskier than normal.
bucky/steve's letter: bucky comes to kill tony. there's just no other way to put it. and they fight. and tony does his absolute best not to hurt bucky. he'd just gotten steve's letter - via execution of steve's estate - and even in the thick of it...steve still reached out to tony. that letter was like...a friendly shoulder squeeze through the veil, you get me? tony needed that, he really did. it was a bandaid over a bullet wound, but he needed it. and he turned around, and because steve utterly believed in bucky, put the weight of his faith and his trust behind bucky completely. gave him the shield. knew no one else would carry on steve's legacy the way bucky would. ended up trusting bucky enough as the new cap to give him all the info on iron man, and how to shut tony down permanently, if need be.
frank castle: steve damn near kills him. steve. that steve. steve rogers. y'all get how weird that is, right? steve is wound like a bowstring the entire goddamn length of civil war. i wonder if...the purpose...wasn't to get him to snap utterly and you know what that could have culminated in? that's right. tony's death at steve's hands. you'd never get tony to kill steve. ever. ever. but the other way around? if you...tweak it just right? hmmm.
the brain wipe: so tony just...magically doesn't have any backups that include the worst year of his life. i'm supposed to believe tony "meticulous to a fault" stark didn't back up his brain more than once. uh huh. okay. so he just...manages to forget completely how unfunctioning he was after steve's death. wipes out how utterly devastated and destroyed he was because steve was no longer in the world, who was fine with steve hating him and never speaking to him again as long as tony could protect him. okay. sure, karen. but also, as a point, he left the decision up to thor and cap, ultimately, whether or not to bring him back. at the time, thor was...mmm... but they had don. and cap was bucky. but they also brought steve in, who was alive at that point, because everyone knew when tony said cap in that recording he meant steve rogers. and the holdout was pepper. no one else really hesitated. of course they bring tony back. the world needs iron man. the world needs tony stark. gee, does...does that sound...like the guy ready to turn his best friend's head to mush with his shield? hmmmm hmmmm hmmmm.
brain wipe aftermath: tony's not wrangled well enough. i...will argue that leaving him alone with pepper and maria hill might not have been the best of things to do. i get it, osborn was being osborn, but. it played out as being vindictive, letting tony stumble upon all of that himself. but the huge, key thing to note here is steve fucking rogers tearing into the building where tony's being kept, knowing what's up, demanding to know where tony is because tony's only very recently woken up and...it turns...out...he's playing catch up on the last year and...has found...he thinks steve is dead. in that moment tony stark thinks steve rogers is dead and you know what he does? what tony always does when confronted with steve's mortality: he starts crying. he gets upset. and i definitely think how tony finds out sets the tony for things for...a good long while, especially between himself and steve.
and going on in the background of all of this melodrama is...civil war itself, of course, everyone fighting each other viciously over registration, the nightmare of the fifty state initiative, which does not...go well. the shit with the negative zone and a huge flashing warning light in the form of tony telling carol that of course they have to bring their friends into custody. if he and the mighty avengers don't, they will. they being shield. remember project wideawake? think microchipping every superhuman. think genetic testing for powers. think sentinals for everyone, not just mutants. think people like spider-man on a dissection table. all the shit tony was trying to get in front of, and put a stop to.
secret invasion happens. and the first person in the entire thing, openly, that gets taken out? tony stark. extremis is mostly shut down. his tech gets taken down. iron man is, for a time, effectively removed from the picture completely. tony, having seen it coming, has set rhodey up with a suit that has no starktech. has a plan in place. tony seizes. he damned near dies, really. almost gets taken in by the skrull queen (who's been psing as spider-woman all this time). and during all of this steve's floating through time, trying to make his way back to his own body so the red skull can't take it. eventually succeeds at that. what i'm saying is everything was a complete and utter shitshow.
norman osborn? now director of shield. it goes about as well as you think it does, him and his dark avengers. he tries to lay siege to asgard (which is floating up above and near broxton, oklahoma) after going off the rails. he does some naughty naughty things. it's not good. he steals tony's tech. he damned near beats tony to death on live tv. the rt in tony's chest doesn't just cover the brain wipe, folks, it handles the fucking brain damage norman osborn did to him.
things to particularly consider: jessica drew was a skrull during all of this. with pheromone powers. firmly on the side of team steve. just...think about that. think about steve's aggressiveness. think about how easily the real jess is able to like. sweeten up the hulk (he made her a sandwich and it's the most precious thing) even when he's angry and in pain. just. think about it.
think about project wideawake. think about how firmly tony opposed it. think about how he saw the writing on the wall after stamford and knew they had to get in front of it. think about tony going to all those kids' funerals. think about how emotionally open he'd be. think about how perfectly miriam sharpe played into things. think about all the praise she heaped on tony every time he did something she wanted. think about how tony's self-esteem issues work. just...think about that.
think about how a lot of players in shra were all involved in anti-mutant stuff. consider that a moment.
think about how easily the green fucking goblin was able to get into the good public graces by killing the skrull queen.
and the most important piece of evidence i'll give you: civil war: warzones. it's a what if. a what if had civil war dragged on instead of ending in steve's death. guess what. turns out the skrulls had been escalating and manipulating the entire fucking time.
just. think about it. all of it. and civil war starts to make a hell of a lot more sense.
#array //: ( misc )#long post#long post for ts#cw: hallucinations#cw: suicidal ideation#// like#// there were a lot of moving parts#// you can't read the seven issues of civil war and have#// the full picture#// shit was bad#// it was real bad#// and i fully believe#// there were two separate#// unrelated schemes afoot underneath#// possibly three#// osborn for one#// skrulls are another#// and the anti-supes agenda in the government#// not related#// but coming together to form the perfect clusterfuck#// that civil war and the aftermath turned into
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"Where is my husband?"
Catherine was sitting in front of the window in the kitchen, waiting for William to come back from his engagement. He was in another town and had to fly back to London by helicopter.
After 10 pm, The Duchess got quite tired of waiting and she decided to go to sleep, knowing that when she woke up, she would see him. As usual.
*
She checked the clock on the wall. It was 7:10 am. “William should be here. It should be quite noisy here with the kids getting ready for school” she thought.
As she went to the kitchen, Maria, the nanny of the kids greeted her.
“Good morning, your royal highness”
“Maria? What are you doing here?”
“George and Charlotte are already at school, Louis at your parents’ house”
“Why is he there? Where is my husband?”
At the same time, Catherine Quinn, her official secretary entered the kitchen, The Duchess put eyes on her.
“Catherine? What is happening?”
We have to go to Buckingham Palace”
The Duchess of Cambridge screamed right then: “What the fuck is going on?! Something has happened, right?”
“I don’t have permission to explain it. Stay calm.
“Permission?”
“I will be waiting for you outside”.
As Quinn left, The Duchess felt fear taking control on her body..
Why did she have to visit Buckingham Palace? Why weren’t her kids with her, especially Louis? And the most important question: where was William?
**
50 minutes later, Catherine Quinn led Kate to the room where The Queen Elizabeth was waiting.
“Your Majesty..”
“Welcome Catherine” the Queen said.
At the same time, Prince Charles walked into the room and, without any words, hugged his daughter in-law. Zara did the same thing.
Catherine noticed that her husband’s cousin was crying.
“What is going on here? Why are you hugging me and looking like you have been crying? Something happened and I don’t know what.
“Could someone tell me finally?!”
Charles looked at her and said: “William had a helicopter crash last evening. It was the weather’s fault..”
“Oh my god! Is he okay?”
“He had been seriously injured and transported to a hospital..”
“Which one ? I need to see him!”
“Catherine, sit down” The Queen told her
“No, I have to see William!” she shouted
“Kate..” Zara interrupted her.
“What? I have to go..”
“Wait, please..” Charles said “Catherine..Your husband died 2 hours after the accident..
She could not hear anything else.
“William has died”. These words were echoing in her head over and over again.
“This is not true. You are all liars! I have to make a phone call to him. He must be on his way home right now”.
Catherine tried to make a phone call to her husband but William's phone didn’t have any signal. The Duchess of Cambridge then lost consciousness.
*
As she woke up 5 minutes later, everyone in the room was looking at her. The Duchess went pale and had to drink water.
“When? When did it happen?”
“At night”
“Why was I informed this morning? Why not earlier, why not right after his accident?
You did not let me see him or say goodbye to him. Why ?!” She screamed with tears in her eyes.
“We were all shocked. We did not want to disturb you”
“My husband was dying and you didn’t want to disturb me ?! You are all sick!!” She stood up, but Zara stopped her “Don't go anywhere right now, Catherine”.
“Leave me alone, I have to see my son Louis”
“You cannot drive a car right now”
“I can do whatever the hell I want now. Leave me alone”.
Catherine’s driver and bodyguard went with her.
**
She arrived at her parents’ house
Michael and Carole did not know anything yet. Louis’ mother hugged him tightly.
“Catherine, why did Maria leave Louis here with us this morning? We were so confused” Michael said and blinked
“William..” his daughter murmured
“Has something happened to him?” Carole asked, she could feel that something was wrong.
“William.. My William is dead. He had a crash. Helicopter crash, last night..”
Catherwas's parents were profoundly shocked. Both of them took her into their arms. She was still shocked, too shocked to begin crying.
**
A week later. After spending time at her family’s house and the funeral, The Duchess and her kids came back to Kensington Palace. Her sister Philippa went with her there. As the children and their aunt went to another room, Catherine decided to hide all photos of her husband into the drawers. She couldn’t look at his face and decided to erase everything from her phone and camera too.
She sat on the sofa and started looking at the pictures, tears started to flow. It quickly became hysterical crying. Her sister joined and tightly hugged her.
“I do not know how I will live without him!” she cried “Why has he done that to me?! Why did he leave us? Who the hell let him leave me?!
***
“Catherine.. What is happening?” William asked, trying to wake her up.
“Why have you done this to me?!” she was still screaming and crying in her sleep.
“Catherine, wake up!”
She opened her eyes. William was by her side. She realised that his death did not happen, and all that she ‘saw’ was only a dream.
“I had a dream that you had died in a helicopter crash.. You left us..” She whispered while clinging to her husband.
“I am here. I am with you”.
William cuddled her tightly, she was shaking.
“Hshh. It was just a bad dream. Calm down.
She laid on the bed again and squeezed his hand. William covered her with a duvet and cuddled her as she whispered “Don’t leave me here, my William. Don't leave me”.
“Hshh.. No, I am not going anywhere. Close your eyes” he whispered and kissed her hair. She was slowly falling asleep in his arms, still feeling shocked but relieved too.
< The end >
#royal fanfiction#2019#where is my husband#duchess of cambridge#duke of cambridge#kate x william#william and catherine#stories#text post#tags
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Silence Pt. 2
Author: Rachel
Words: 4330 words
Warnings: It alludes to depression but nothing serious, grief
Authors note: So this is it guys, the actual part 2, I hope you enjoy it.
Silence Pt.1 for those who want to catch up.
Summary: It’s been a few months.
“I don’t need an escort to the bathroom Michael” you said through gritted teeth, arms crossed obviously annoyed. I was never good to get on a pregnant ladies nerves
“Of course you do, I must stand watch outside” He said calmly like it was the most normal thing in the world to follow your sister in law around like a damn shadow.
“No you don’t” You signed exasperated. “It’s bad enough that I literally can’t go anywhere without you, I’m only going to the bathroom you don’t need to stand puppy guard outside the fucking bathroom door”
At that Michael tilted his head a little to the side, looking very much like a puppy and said those 6 words and made you start crying “I’m not guarding a puppy though” and his face promptly morphed into a face of shock when tears started to stream at your face. He really didn’t understand humans, especially one like this. She has been mad just seconds ago what happened?!
“Um, Y/N?” he asked, hoping you wouldn’t start yelling at him. He looked around the restaurant and saw people staring, an old lady even shaking her head at him in disgrace and then mouthing ‘how dare you’ at him . Wait what? How dare she! She had no idea what was even going on, it wasn’t any of her business, well other than the fact that there was a pregnant lady crying in front of him and she hadn’t been until a few minutes ago, ok maybe this did look bad.
“Hey um, I’m sorry, you can go to the bathroom alone if you want?” he said confused turning to you, hoping to get you to stop crying, it happened quite a lot ever since ‘the incident’ as they had started to call it.
Sniffling you started to calm down and nodding your head you got up and went to the bathroom leaving a very confused Michael behind. In your defense he knew that this happened a lot but he never quite understood it, neither did you really. The hormones were messing with you quite a bit, not to mention the angel half messing with you. It was hard to be emotionally stable for you. Not to mention that you constantly had a headache, it was hard to get used to the noise, Michael helped sometimes with the pain but it would always come back rather quickly. A cruel reminder of not only what you had gained that fateful day but also what you had lost. How did people live with so much noise it was horrible, sometimes you missed being deaf, although you wouldn’t have minded if, well if things hadn’t ended so poorly. You constantly thought back to that day, permanently engraved into your brain, as well as your arm. You could only think what his voice would sound like if he wasn’t dying.
Sighing sadly you quickly washed your hands, drying them you looked yourself in the mirror. Your belly slightly swollen and only 3 months in. Sam had said that was odd considering that generally people only started showing at the 4 to 5 month mark and that was when most of the growth happened he said. You loved the child in you, having affectionately named them peanut, but you couldn’t imagine raising the child without the love of your life. Gently resting your left on your bump you observed the ring on your finger, the constant reminder that you wouldn’t, no couldn’t fall in love with anyone. You went and opened the door, pulling a smile on your face. Well look on the bright side at least you had convinced Michael to take you out of the bunker.
Ever since that night he had followed you closer than your own shadow would. Claiming it was his right and duty to take care of his brother’s wife and child now that he wasn’t around. It was actually kinda sweet and you had taken to him as one of your best friends although there were instances when it was exhausting to try to teach him everything about human culture and him hanging off you like a sloth on a tree. But it was nice and you felt secure so it was all good.
“You ready?” You ask finally reaching the table you were at before crying over not being able to go to the bathroom alone. Nodding Michael got up, having already paid for the meal while you were in the bathroom it would seem. Leading you outside he opened the passengers door letting you sit inside before shutting the door and going over to the other side and sliding into the driver’s seat.
~~~~~~~~~~Le Time Skip~~~~~~~~~~
Arriving back at the bunker you quickly left the car and walked into the bunker.
“Sam, Dean” You yelled turning into the library just in time to see Sam chuck a book as far away from him as possible and Dean quickly change the screen on his computer to something you did not actually want to see. Sighing heavily you knew exactly what was going on.
“Guys” You said letting the silence hang in the air, your disappointment evident. The boys had been doing some pretty extensive research since that night. They had looked through everything, googled, dug, traveled, everything they could possibly do to try and find, something anything to get Lucifer back. Of course they had thought, well it happened once, they could find a way for it to happen again, right? They had kept at it until you had realized that you had started to show, the day you saw the baby bump you had finally broken down taking Sam’s book and chucking it across the room yelling at them to stop trying, he was gone he wasn’t coming back and you just needed your brother there with you to help you with the baby. Michael to sum it up was terrified he had never seen anything like it, 3 hunters hugging with you crying hysterically in the middle.
But as much as you hated to admit it they hadn’t given up, they had told you to your face that they would and in front of you they put up a face of having completely moved on from the topic but you knew better. You knew that they kept looking whenever you weren’t around or in sight, there were subtle hints, but nothing lost on you, a website accidently left open, a book who’s page had coincidently been left open on lore ranging from death to angel feather, Sam asleep on a book what when you tried to grab it would wake up so fast that he would yank it out of your hands before you got a good claiming he wasn’t done with it before running off, Dean constantly checking in on Cas, asking if how the hunt was going when really you knew the only hunt he was doing was hunting down God. Discarded notes that you saw in the trash, crumpled up but with words and indicated what they had been writing down to keep track, until it was useless to their fruitless search, taking it in their hands they would crumple it un and throw it away to keep looking. You knew, you had been witness many times to their research, you knew how it went.
Taking a deep breath you started talking, “We talked about this” you said quietly placing a hand softly on your belly subconsciously. Something you noticed you had started doing when you needed comfort.
“Um w-w-what are you talking about” stuttered out Dean, always the one to try to lie his way out of it to spare your feelings, even if he acted like he didn’t care sometimes. “We were just, here, you know, researching normal hunt stuff” he said motioning to everything around him.
“yeah um” Sam chimed in clearing his throat before continuing “Hunt stuff” he parroted. He really was a terrible liar. You pressed your lips tightly together knowing they were lying, why were they so stubborn.
“Guys” you started out “Cut the bullshit I know you’re still looking, I’ve seen it, I may have been deaf most of my life but I’m not stupid ok, I thought I told you to stop looking, he’s gone, he’s not coming back and I need to accept that fact if I want to be a good mother, I can’t j get caught up on this, I loved him with my entire soul and yeah it hurts that he’s gone but right now I need to focus on something else, and this isn’t helping, please guys, I just” cutting off you quickly put a hand over your mouth to stifle the sob coming up from your very soul “I just need you” You could feel the tears slowly roll down your cheeks at your words, your voice getting more desperate as you had finished saying what you needed to. God, it hurt, it really hurt, how much you had loved that man, well angel, and how much you missed him. Words could not describe the pain you had been feeling these past few months. You wished that things had gone differently that night but it was how things were and you couldn’t do anything no except hold your head high and hope that the little peanut you were carrying would be as healthy as possible, that nothing would go wrong. You had already lost Lucifer and you were sure as hell that if you lost peanut, you would not be getting back up.
When no one spoke and at least Sam at least had the decency to look ashamed you turned around and walking away you said “I’m going to my room” effectively leaving them in silence to contemplate exactly how what they were doing was affecting you. Once he knew that you were really gone Sam let his head fall into his folded arms onto the table a heavy sigh escaping his lips. How he hated seeing his sister like that, sure they weren’t blood related but they still loved her as such. I had been hard to accept Lucifer dating her but he still clearly remembers the day he realized that Lucifer actually loved her, the look in Lucifer’s eyes while he looked down at a sleeping y/n in his arms after a particularly tiring hunt, it was like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time, full of wonder and love it actually made his heart hurt from how sweet the moment was. And he kept seeing that face he realized later, over and over again, every time that he looked at you. And you would look at his the exact same way. A match made in heaven, soulmates, destined for each other, the perfect couple. He kept seeing that face whenever he would close his eyes, feeling guilt consume him for not being fast enough for not doing enough that night.
And then to see her like this, barely keeping it together. He hadn’t seen that look on her face for roughly 3 months the look of true happiness of pure love towards someone. He briefly wondered if he would ever see it again, when he quickly corrected himself. Of course he would see it again, they would get Lucifer back one way or another. They had to.
“We can’t give up on this Dean” he mumbled from in between his arms, moving his head so that his chin was resting on his folded arms to look across the table at Dean. He knew what your wishes were but he just couldn’t give up, someone had to have hope for this, even if it wasn’t you. Sure Lucifer had done unspeakable things to him but he had seen that change and he had seen the he really could be a good man.
“I know Sam but, what about her, I don’t want to cause her more heartache than she’s already had to go through, it’s not” Dean sighed while leaning back into his chair dragging his hand down his face. “I just, I don’t know” he said. Dean cared, he cared a lot even if he didn’t show it as much as his brother and that was ok, he showed it in different ways. It was the little things he did, like bringing home banana cream pie instead of his favorite when he knew you were sad or had had a hard hunt. Noticing the things you craved and going out buying them and handing them to you at just the right times the latter a more recent development considering your pregnancy. For God’s sake the man bought your monthly supplies usually dropping them off on your bed about a good week before you were scheduled to start, just in case, along with snacks. And especially when he had pulled Lucifer aside and told him everything he would do to him should he every break your heart and Lucifer had promised not to ever, saying something along the lines of, she was special before and she’s worth everything to me now. Guess that promise was broken, and worst of all, Dean couldn’t even make good on his promise.
“What about you Michael?” asked Dean, the archangel had been uncharacteristically quiet since the whole ordeal, just standing by the door looking at the boys. “Have you found or do you know of anything?” pressed Dean when Michael remained quiet. At that the archangel moved towards then sitting down on a chair at the end of the table. Clasping his hands together and putting them on the table. Raising an eye brow Dean looked over at his brother as if to silently ask him what the hell Michael was doing while Sam sat up straight suddenly interested in what the angel had to say. At that Michael opened his mouth and started talking.
“I have told you anything and everything I know concerning the situation, you have looked for everything you possibly can, going through the Library twice, Cas is out looking for or absent Father and I have seen how y/n has been affected by the situation. Do you think I have not TOLD YOU EVERYTHING” yelled Michael by the end his voice raising dangerously high and slamming his hand down at the end of his sentence as if to emphasize his words. Both brothers gulped having the decency to look a bit ashamed but at the same time it couldn’t have hurt to ask right?
“I want my brother back as much as you want to see y/n happy, I regret what happened in that Barn, I should have arrived earlier, I know I should have it was also my fault I had been watching them, I had seen my brother happy but the one day I turned around to do something quickly is the day things go wrong so don’t think this isn’t weighing on my mind as heavily as yours. The least I, we can do is watch her and keep looking, doing anything. I know Cas is looking he’s close, he feels it, we just, we need a little more time” Michael finished with a soft sigh taking his hands and clasping them together again, staring at them as if being in deep thought when really they knew he was just thinking about what he could have done differently .
“and how much more time do you think we need?” asked Sam
“I don’t really know” responded Michael, shoulders slumping, silence suffocating the air around them.
Meanwhile
Stepping into the ballroom, Cas quickly took in the surrounding area, people coming up and patting him on the back congratulating him. Hmm, weird he had never been to one of these before without one of the Winchesters, he wondered how he was supposed to act without drawing the least amount of attention to himself. Mulling it over quickly he decided that acting like himself would probably be the best option and the most believable. Walking around he kept his eyes up high, this would have been easier with Sam he thought, he could easily see over people. But pushing aside his thought he kept pressing forwards through the crowds of people. He had honestly forgotten how many people could show up to these things, the numbers had only grown since the first time they had come to one of these.
Finally managing to get to the other side of the venue before finally finding where he needed to be, he quickly read the sign placing right outside the door confirming this was the room, stepping into the smaller room filled with chairs he silently took one in the back drawing as little attention to himself as possible. Glancing at the clock on the wall and remembering the time this was supposed to be over he realized he had to wait another 30 min before he could finally get closer to who they wanted, couldn’t really do it in front of a bunch of, what was it that Dean called then, civils? Whatever, the case was he had to be wary. So he sat and waited, as it turns out It dragged on much longer than needed, he knew he was here and was doing this on purpose, there was no other explanation. As soon as this was over he got up and made his way over to the man he needed. Silently following him although, he was sure he knew he was here. Finally stepping into a room Cas followed, slipping in and hiding behind curtains until the security left.
“It’s ok guys, you can go stand outside” said the man as he waved his hand dismissing the two body guards. Once Cas heard the door click he stepped out to see the figure of his hunt pouring a glass of whisky for himself and Cas. “Well, if it isn’t Castiel, to what do I owe your visit” he asked while handing Cas the drink, looking down at the offered drink Cas made no move to grab the drink while the man shrugged and said “suit yourself, more for me” before drowning both cups quickly, Cas just kept looking at him waiting for him to finish. “Well, I’m all ears” said the man slumping down into a chair in the room.
“You know exactly what I’m here for” Responded Cas clearly a little ticked off with what was happening right now.
“Hmm can’t say that I do” said the figure while throwing a ball up and down, something that hadn’t been there before.
“Fine then” said Cas moving to grab him. “Then I’ll show you” grabbing the man by his arm his quickly whisked them away leaving a tennis ball to bounce a few times on the carpet having been left behind.
Back at the bunker Sam, Dean and Michael had started to search again after they had taken food to you and made sure you were asleep, the baby really did drain a lot out of you and you were tired and hungry all the time. They were all startled when Cas suddenly appeared on the table with a man.
“Shit!” Yelled Dean dropping the book he was reading, “Cas you can’t just….” He trailed off looked at who Cas had brought with him.
“Holy Hell” said Sam not believing what his eyes were seeing.
“Hell is not Holy” Replied Cas very confused as to why Sam would even say such a thing.
“It’s an expression Castiel, it’s something humans say when they’re shocked about something” replied Chuck sliding off the table. Taking a look at Dean his eyes wandered over the bunker library before finally landing on Michael. “My son” He replied teary eyed, not believing what he was seeing.
“Father” replied Michael with a slight bow of his head
“I wasn’t sure it would work or that it had” Continued Chuck while he kept looking at his son, releasing a breathless laugh. “I’m so glad it did, tell me are your other brothers alive as well, how are they?” clearly excited he went up to his son and just waited for him answer, happiness written over his features until he saw Michaels features fall. “What, what is it?” he asked looking around to catch the Winchesters looks, seeing sadness written all over their faces.
“It’s… complicated father” replied Michael not sure how to tell him.
“There’s a reason Cas has been ‘hunting’ you, for lack of a better term” piped in Dean putting air quotes around the word hunting. Chuck turning back to look at Michael who just pressed his lips together and gave as stiff nod.
“What, what’s happened, tell me” demanded Chuck. The man, nay the God had barely figured out that his spell had worked to bring his 4 oldest children, he needed answers, did something go wrong, was Lucifer making a mess again? Or was it Rafael this time, maybe Gabriel was on the run again. Or maybe Michael was human, and that’s why he was with the Winchesters but that was impossible he could clearly see the grace in him, what had these men so worked up.
“It’s about…” Sam started before being cut off by a very drowsy, very angry female voice coming from the door frame.
“What’s he doing here” You snapped out. The loud noise in the library having startled up awake, so you had done the only logical thing, get up and investigate, you certainly weren’t expecting this and to say you were angry was an understatement, you were livid. You thought you had made yourself very clear.
“We uh” stuttered out Dean
“Hello y/n” greeted Cas after not having seen you in a few weeks.
“Y/N” said Michael
“It’s not what it looks like” yelled out Sam. All the yelling at the same time brought a sharp pain to your head, bringing your hand up to your temple, you closed your eyes and made a noise of protest. All four of them shut up and you felt, rather than heard someone come up to you. You didn’t know that anyone could be that quiet, it was refreshing to actually use your other senses rather than just relay on your hearing, you had missed feeling the vibrations through your feet. Looking up you came face to face with the one man you had never expected to see. Your fiancés father, your would be father in law. Everyone was quiet while they took in your interaction, a silent conversation using your eyes rather than words, something you hadn’t done since Lucifer had died. Chuck quickly looking you over taking special interest on your left hand resting on your swollen belly. He swallowed thickly before looking up at you. And that’s when you saw it in his eyes, he knew, he had figured it out.
“You know,” Chuck started out “The first time Lucifer saw your soul, he was but a millennium old and he stole it from the vault, I don’t know how he did it, but seeing you now.” He paused and taking a hand he reached up and wiped the tears streaming down your face, the ones you hadn’t noticed had started. “I’m pretty sure you had something to do with it too, and yet you were still just a soul” he said while shaking his head as if looking at an endearing child who had done something wrong but just couldn’t tell them what they had done was wrong.
“He always said that this soul” he said while placing another hand right over your heart “was his soul and he would find it one day, I’m just glad he did” he finished taking you in his arms and letting you sob freely into his neck, gripping him tightly as sobs racked your body both sinking to the floor. Clutching onto him, your hands gripping his shirt tightly while he rubbed your back soothingly to try to get you to calm down. “It’s ok y/n, we’ll get him back, you need to calm down, it’s not good for the babies” He said. The words getting lost on you in your grief but not on the two angels and the Winchesters who gave each other looks, eyes wide. No wonder you were already showing so early.
“It’s ok y/n” He kept repeating like a mantra. “We’ll get him back daughter, we’ll get him back” he said while holding you close and letting you cry it all out. With only one thought on his mind. Lucifer was coming back again, he had to, he would find a way, not for him this time but for his son’s little family. He had to.
Finally calmed down enough, Michael had picked you up and set you down on the couch where you feel asleep quickly exhausted from crying, arms wrapped protectively around your stomach and blanket draped over you, the only blanket that still smelled of Lucifer thanks to Michael who had done some weird stuff so that no matter how much you washed it, it would still have his smell, obviously it was your favorite and the one that brought your most comfort.
“Ok, what do you have, what have you found, I need anything and everything if we’re going to be able to bring him back, nothing is off limits” he told the boys quickly glancing over to you, doing a double take when he saw a black smudge on your arm, it couldn’t be, he arm shouldn’t have survived. It should have been burned off, unless. He quickly walked over and taking your arm he slowly tuned it, looking at the clear impression of his sons feather on her arm. They really were soulmates weren’t they. Setting his face he knew that there was no going back on this now, he would make it happen if it was the last thing he did.
#silence pt.2#lucifer#lucifer spn#lucifer x reader#lucifer x you#lucifer x y/n#pregnant!reader#babies#sam winchester#dean winchester#castiel#michael spn#chuck#good grief
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Lyin’ Witches - Chapter 1
A Pretty Little Liars Slam Fic by Da Solution
Summer, 2019, Paris, France.
In the middle of a busy Parisian street lies a dollhouse store owned by an American named Mona. To the French people, she’s nothing more than a typical arrogant American, and those croissant-eating bastards would be right for once, but little did they know that Mona has a sordid past. However, this should not be surprising since the French does know little about anything. It’s 1000 (military time) and the shop just got opened when one of my crew from Team Solution came to the store. His name was Hervy. He’s rather new to our team and he was from Haiti and can speak French, so he’s perfect for the job.
Now why I wasn’t there? Well, let’s just say me and France have a very long history, and that I’m #1 on their Most Wanted list since 2002, when I tried to nuke the entire country. I’ve been responsible for over 1,0000 crimes over there, including robbery, arson, and hate crimes. Yeah, they REALLY hate me there, but the feeling is mutual. I MOTHER FUCKING HATE FRANCE! That’s the one country I want to wipe off the face of the Earth. Paris, Marseilles, Lyon, Nice, Toulouse, Annancy; all gone!
When he got in the shop, he looked around a while, pretending to be a customer. Nothing really happened until Mona came up to him.
“Comment puis-je vous aider? (How Can I help you?)”
“Actually, I don’t need your help, but I got something to show you.” He replied back in English, knowing her French is still not up there, despite what others believe.
“Really? What is it?”
Hervy pulled out his cell and showed a SnapApp video of a man… Me.
From what I saw on my screen, Mona eye’s bulged in surprise and fear, as she screamed out, “Oh my God, it’s him!”
“Of course bitch, who do you think it was? Janelle Monae? Hell no, I killed that bi-slut bitch already.”
“What?” She was surprised to hear that. “You know the Community won’t like that. They’re still upset over what you did to Afrika Baambaata, although personally I think he deserved to be killed.” At least we agree on that. Afrika Baambaata was nothing more than a has-been pedo-fag and should have been dead a long time ago.
“I don’t give a fuck about the Community anymore. The Community is not what it used to be. It’s been taken over by those LGBTQABCXYZ deviants.” I paused for a bit so I can catch a breath, know how would up I got for talking about the Community. “Anyways, enough talking about those people, or should I say those PATHETIC people. I’m here to talk about you and me.”
“Hold on for a moment.” She said.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Hervy asked as he was still holding the cell. She didn’t say anything as she quickly switched the sign to “Ferme”, French for “Closed” and locked the door. Smart woman.
“Okay, let’s continue.” She said as she was trying to act calm and cool, but I can still see some nervousness in her eyes. “What is there to talk about?”
I can’t believe she would say that. The bitch must have bumped her head or something. “Quite a bit, bitch. You remember the deal we made while you were at Ridley?”
“Yeah, and I did that. I killed Charlotte, that’s what you wanted, right?”
“Half-right, you stupid-ass ho! You were supposed to do more than kill that transmutant Charles. There was one other person you were supposed to kill besides Charlotte. Remember?”
She finally removed that false bravado of hers and looked down on the groud.
“Yeah, Alison…” She meekly moped.
“Correct, whore! She was part of deal in order to get your stank-ass out of Ridley. But you negate on it.” She didn’t say anything, because she knew I was right. “Instead, you helped them in capturing A.D. Why the sudden change of heart? You even once had an anti-Alison crew.”
“That’s because Alison helped me out once, even though she had every right not to. Since then, me and Alison has been good friends, and she deserves to be happy with Emily, you homophobic, biphobic, transphobic bigot!” She screamed. Her insults had no effect on me. I’ve heard them all already. “Besides, what are you going to do to me? You’re in North Korea. Is that why you brought this dude here, to kill me? If he does, then my boyfriend will kill him.”
I smiled at her and said, “See that’s where you’re wrong. I am not in North Korea, at all. I am not a 1,000 kilometres away. I’m am not a few cities away.” I was saying this as I walked halfway around the room, with my back still facing the wall. “I am not even a 100 metres away. The truth is Mona,” I said following a pause. “I am right under your nose.” I ended. That’s right, I was in the basement the entire time, and the stupid bitch didn’t even know it.
I turned on the light and there was a frightened Mary and Alex Drake behind me in the other room, seen through a huge glass window. The shock was overwhelming on her face. She quickly ran down to the steps, only to be unaware of the fact that I was hiding right next to the steps. As soon as she got down to the ground, I immediately grabbed her and threw her on top of the table, knocking over the dollhouse on top of it in the process. She hit her head on the wall and crumbled down to the floor.
I grabbed her by the throat and pinned her against the wall. Her feet might have been like ten centimetres from the floor.
“You thought that by moving to France, you would be able to avoid me, right?” She didn’t say anything as tears rolled down her eyes. “Well, you’re wrong, bitch! The reason why I don’t come to France very often is not because of their security and law enforcement. It’s because I can’t stand being in this shitty-ass fuckhole country.”
First thing I did is to slam her head against the glass, pressing it hard. She tried to scream but she couldn’t. However, Mary and Alex were screaming loud! Then I punched her in the ribs, and followed it up with a punch to the face. Now she was begging for me to stop it, but I didn’t listen to that bitch. I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up. Then I made her face the two Drakes in the room.
“This is what you get when you try to fuck with me. Now you gonna be where Katie Hill and Afrika Bambaataa is right now; two metres deep!” I pulled out a hunter’s knife and slit her throat in front of them. It shocked the hell out of Mary, and it shocked Alex a bit, but not much since she’s used to seeing stuff like this.
After that, I let her go and watch her struggle for her life as she was doing her best to stop the bleeding, but it wouldn’t be, as she died a few minutes later.
Mary face turned pale, while Alex’s face wasn’t, but it was stiff and emotionless. Trying her best to show the British stereotype of that “stiff upper-lip.”
Then her boyfriend came downstairs. He was shocked to see her dead.
“No!”
I came from the shadow and said to him, “Surprise!”
He screamed. “AAAAHHHH! POW!”
I shot him right in the head. The two losers were dead. Mary and this time even Alex screamed in fright as I stood before two dead bodies.
Calmly, I opened the door for the two ladies and told them. “You two are under me now.” They didn’t protest or anything, for they knew better. I handed them to Hervy and he took them away from the scene. Now it’s my turn to leave, as France is more than willing to arrest my ass.
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6 - 22 - 2009
in honor of my son’s tenth birthday, here’s the blog entry I wrote on June 22, 2009 after returning from the hospital and collapsing.
If there's one thing movies and television shows have taught me, the birth of a child is the greatest day of a person's life. Sadly, it seems Hollywood is a habitual liar because I felt that the twenty-four hours I spent in a hospital waiting for my son to be born was one of the worst days of my life. Thankfully it all ended well.
Mako shook me awake around 2:45AM on Sunday morning, clutching herself and saying "We need to go to the hospital." It would later turn out that she had been in pain for nearly two hours prior to that but she stuck it out and waited to see if it would pass. It never did, so we all threw on our clothes and drove to the hospital I was understandably excited, if a little drowsy.
When we arrived I was quite surprised at the lack of initiative from the skeleton crew working the off-hours. Technically speaking, this hospital is "closed" on Sunday but they maintain a side entrance and a small reception desk during these periods. Mako called them before we left so when we arrived, they knew we were coming. That doesn't mean they did anything though. I distinctly remember one man walk past us, acknowledge our presence by simply saying "Ah, Feit-san. Go to the fifth floor." without breaking his stride. You would think a pregnant woman bent over in pain would warrant a wheelchair or some measure of physical assistance, but not here.
The fifth floor was a little busier than the ground floor, probably because there's always something going on in the maternity ward. Newborns arrive when they arrive and both they and their mothers require 24-hour care. Still, despite the buzzing of nurses around us most of the lights were off on the floor, so we spent our initial wait in the dark. Eventually Mako got a bed in the "labor room" and we were told that despite the pain, Mako was only dilated three centimeters and she needed to be at ten centimeters before any serious attempt to give birth could be made. When we asked how long that might take, they said "a while."
I must try to set the scene here by describing the labor room. There is only one room and all expectant mothers have to share it, apparently. I don't know how many beds were in the room but there was little more than a wall and a curtain to separate Mako's bed from the others. Mako was also located right next to the toilet and near the examination chair, so we were in a fairly high traffic section of a very small room. It was here that we had to wait...and wait...and wait...
As noon approached and after repeated claims of "it'll be a bit longer" it was evident that while Mako needed to lie in bed and wait, we didn't all necessarily have to sit next to her until the baby arrived. Mako's mother stayed and encouraged me to go with my father-in-law back to the house and clean up. We were all exhausted, having woken up in the middle of night only to sit and wait for nine hours in the corner of the labor room, so the idea of a shower sounded pretty good. Mako's dad also suggested we have some lunch, which I thought might help me cope with all the stress but it didn't change much. That's how nervous I was: not even eating made me feel better.
We went back to the house and I washed up. My father-in-law told me to try and take a nap which was virtually impossible. Despite all the waiting with no end in sight, I was still worried that the baby would arrive at any moment. I laid down and maybe nodded off for forty minutes or so, but I awoke sharply and scared that I had missed the birth. I hadn't, of course, but I wouldn't feel calm until I was back at the hospital and next to Mako.
Hours and hours went by, and I spent all of them by Mako's side in the corner of this horrible, horrible room. I'm not going to point any fingers here, because I certainly don't have the intestinal fortitude to endure even a tenth of what a pregnant woman goes though, but everything in this labor room carried a horrible stench. The human body generates a lot of foul smelling byproducts and this room was where they all get discharged. The delivery room (when we finally got there) was even worse, but the labor room's odor and total lack of privacy was miserable. Adding insult to injury was that my only seat was a tiny stool with no back and nothing to lean against. Between Mako's bed, her I.V. and the table where we laid out her belongings, there was barely any space for any visitors to sit by the bed.
Eventually I went out again with her father for another meal, but I again spent the entire time thinking only of her. It obviously can't compare to the physical pain a pregnant woman experiences, but to see my wife in such torturous agony all day while she waits and waits was really painful for me. However, the idea of not being with her felt even worse because we had decided together to try and have a baby. Wouldn't leaving her to have the baby without me be a betrayal of our mutual agreement?
Speaking of which, one of the worst things about this shared labor room was overhearing all of the other patients. In the next bed over was a woman who had checked in some time before us. At first she was just sleeping but as the evening approached, she went into the delivery room which was within an audible distance. She shrieked and screamed and we eventually heard the baby's first cries. A little while later, a man showed up and was surprised when he found out the baby was already born. This was obviously the father and I never saw him visit her once that day. Where the fuck was this guy that he couldn't attend his own child's birth or even comfort his wife as she struggled? His failure as a father/husband reminded me why I needed to sit next to Mako and just ignore my back pain and exhaustion. Yes, I left twice to eat meals, but I never left her alone and on both occasions I came back within an hour. At no point was Mako without a member of her family on hand.
As the sun went down, it occurred to me that Mako had just spent the entirety of the Summer Solstice indoors, waiting for this baby. After about seventeen hours, things started to look like the baby was coming. We were still in the labor room but as her dilation increased, Mako was encouraged to try pushing to speed up the process. While I had spent most of the day just sitting with Mako and occasionally massaging her, it was during these initial pushes that I actually had something important to do. Mako was standing up and hugging me, holding onto me for leverage and squeezing with all her might as she tried to push. It was crazy intense and while it would prove futile (and it hurt like hell), it was the undisputed highlight of Sunday because I felt like I mattered.
This is as good a time as any to mention how little attention the hospital staff paid attention to me, which I found deeply insulting. Maybe it's just the culture of Japan to leave the husband out of the birth process, but as I spent my entire Sunday next to my wife trying to console her and assist in the delivery our child, you would think that at one point someone would just start talking to me about something, anything, to acknowledge my constant presence. Instead, I was spoken about but almost never spoken to. The bad news is, I'm pretty sure it was that old-fashioned Japanese racism at work.
For those unfamiliar with Japanese racism, I should explain that it's not actually hateful as much as it's clueless and stupid. I'm sure none of the nurses or doctors felt anything was wrong with me, they just never thought to treat me like a human being. Instead, I was treated like a gaijin. They would ask my wife "where is your husband from?" and "does your husband speak Japanese?" instead of just asking me directly. When they needed our signatures on waivers, they would explain everything to her (while I listened) and then look at me and start stammering, mumbling to themselves "oh, how do I explain this since you cannot read?" Under the circumstances I let it all slide but inside I was pretty pissed.
But I digress...around ten o'clock we finally entered the delivery room. Mako gave it her all but after spending her entire day in pain on a bed without eating (she had no appetite at all), she found herself unable to push the baby out. They put her through a variety of poses, which means they were trying their best but it felt like they didn't really know what to do. Eventually they said there was a "bump" (こぶ in Japanese) and the baby wasn't moving any closer to the exit. Just after one AM, Mako couldn't push anymore and asked them for a C-section. True story: in Japan they call it an "imperial cut" (帝王切開).
They spent almost an hour prepping Mako for surgery and then took her away to the O.R. I was left in the dark (literally) to sit and wait to find out what was going to happen to my family. I was understandably upset by this turn of events. Was there nowhere else I could go? I knew the surgery was routine and carried relatively little risk but that couldn't stop me from worrying about what might happen on the operating table. Let's not forget that it was past two AM and I had been awake for nearly twenty-four straight hours, so I was already a little out of my mind. Being afraid that my wife or my son might not return from the O.R. was terror I didn't need.
My son was the first to appear, shortly before three AM. I wanted to be excited and revel in the moment of seeing my first child in the flesh, but all I could think about was Mako who was still absent. I asked the nurse and all she could say was "they're closing her up." While that was meant as a reassurance, I couldn't put her out of mind even as I looked down at my very healthy brand-new baby boy.
As you can guess, she eventually turned up, as did her parents who must have been up waiting for my messages. Mako was on a stretcher and couldn't sit up, but she was conscious and able to ask me if I saw the baby. I told I did and that made her smile. For all the hell the two of us had gone through (her more than me, of course), having a baby after nine months of anticipation was a wonderful feeling. I suppose if we were going to go with the surgery in the end we could have saved Mako a great many hours of discomfort by asking sooner, but we had hoped for a natural birth. Ah well, at least now my son can totally kill MacBeth:
Tell thee, Feit was from his mother's womb
Untimely ripp'd.
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SNAP OUT OF IT
Author’s Note: Oh look another song fic. At least it’s in Harry’s point of view this time. Tell me if you want a part two. Feedback is always welcomed. Enjoy loves! xxx M
Song: Arctic Monkeys- Snap Out Of It
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*HARRY’S POV*
A quarter passed two. She was late.
We’d promised to meet exactly at two. If anyone who was supposed to be late, it was me. Y/N knew that and usually each time I was she would criticize me. I never saw it from her perspective. What was wrong with being a couple minutes late? I realized that now. Actually, I realized it while I was on tour.
Y/N was my best friend. She still is my best friend. Thanks to the tour, we haven’t talked as much. Yet it feels like we have been inseparable forever.
Y/N always had a strange effect on me. She was unlike any other girl. She was confident in herself. Independent. Intelligent. Lighthearted about almost everything but serious when it came to important issues. She was as witty as me. Actually, more. She was the exact opposite of me yet she wasn’t. She complimented and understood me perfectly. She was the only person I wanted to be with. In a romantic way from now on. It took time and distance to realize that. Once I did, all I had to do was wait for today. I wanted to tell her in person. I hope my bouquet of sunflowers would help persuade her.
“H!” I heard Y/N shout my name in my ear as she hugged me from behind.
“Y/N” I said, blushing as I felt her against my back.
She let go of her hold on me with her stepping away. I turned around to her. God, she looked better from the last time I saw her. She had bangs. She didn’t tell me she had bangs. She was back to wearing her favorite black leather jacket. I had so much to ask and tell her.
She placed her hands on her hips and smirked at me.
“Missed me?” She asked, blushing a little.
I smiled at her. I stared into her eyes. I missed how friendly playful her eyes were.
“How couldn’t I?” I asked her.
Y/N closed her eyes while pursuing her lips out to the right. She looked to me.
“Liar” She stated.
I chuckled.
“Is that for me?” She asked, pointing to the bouquet in my hand.
“Umm . .yeah” I answered while handing it to her.
She bit down at her bottom lip.
“Thanks” She said to me. “Shall we get lunch?”
“Of course” I smiled. “You choose”
She winked at me. She walked passed me.
“As always, H”
What's been happening in your world?
What have you been up to?
I heard that you fell in love
Or near enough
I gotta tell you the truth…
“I love it” I compliment Y/N on her bangs. “I’m s’urprised”
Y/N raised an eyebrow at me.
“Why?” She asked me. “Thought I couldn’t pull it off?”
“No” I answered. “Jus’t thought yeh hated bangs. Didn’t yeh swear yeh never have them?”
Y/N smirked to herself.
“Yes . . .” Y/N began to say. “But speaking of things I said I never would do. . .”
This was taking a sudden turn. I still didn’t tell her about why I wanted to see her. I hoped she would react positively to it. I just needed the right moment to tell her.
“Remember how I said how I’m taking a break from the dating scene?” She asked me, placing her shoulders on the table.
“Yes” I smirked at her.
She reached for her cup of coffee. She held it near her chest.
“I’m dating someone now” Y/N mumbled under her voice.
“What?” I asked her, not trusting what I just heard.
She was dating someone? How can not she mention this to me earlier? She never talked about this over the phone. I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to tell her I wanted to be with her when she was already with somebody else. She could at least hinted at it before. It made no sense. She made no sense.
Y/N took a sip of her coffee. She set the cup back down on the table.
“I’m dating someone” Y/N repeated, trying to smile through her embarrassment.
“How?” I asked her, attempting to hide my shock and disappointment. “When did this happen?”
“When you were on tour” Y/N told me. “We met right after you left”
I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms at her. It was no use trying to hide my feelings. Y/N had a gift of reading into people and being honest. That’s what made her and I click on so well.
“What’s the matter with you?” Y/N asked me. “Bitter because you’re the single one now?”
I wanna grab both your shoulders and shake baby
Snap out of it (Snap out of it)
I get the feeling I left it too late, but baby
Snap out of it (Snap out of it)
This was no time for her to make jokes at me. I was in pain. I just disguised it with anger and confusion. The real question is what was the matter with her. She changed. Completely. It was like she was put into a daze that she needed to snap out of. I wanted her to snap out of it. I wanted to grab her by her arms and shake her old self out. I wasn’t going to do that or say anything she wouldn’t want to hear now. I couldn’t. It was my fault. I should have told her earlier. I should have realized that I wanted to be with her earlier.
I shook my head at her.
“I’m jus’t shocked” I somewhat lied. “You never told me’h this before”
Y/N looked to the side, pursing her lips again. She always did that whenever she was in an awkward or tense situation. She looked back to me.
“Can I tell you it later?” She asked me. “I wanted to tell you when I show you the new place I got”
If that watch don't continue to swing or the fat lady fancies having a sing
I'll be here waiting ever so patiently for you to
Snap out of it
I raised my eyebrows at her.
A new place? She got a new place too? What else had happened while I was gone? Time was against me. It was swinging to my favor then it stopped. I had become a prisoner to it. I had to pretend to wait patently in misery and pain until Y/N is finally broken out of this spell. She needed to be snapped out of it.
I faked a smile to her.
“Why not?”
“This is it?” I asked her looking at up the townhouse. “Yeh always preferred to live in a building”
“I told you H. I changed” Y/N said, unlocking the door and opening it.
It wasn’t her place. It was their place. Her boyfriend and hers. They moved in together last week, Y/N said. She as well as told me that his name was Shawn and he worked for a law firm. Shawn. I couldn’t help but think of it as a prick name. Why would she date someone called Shawn? Worse, why date someone from a law firm? Y/N was practically begging to come home to having an argument every night.
I followed Y/N up the stairs of the townhouse. Their apartment was on the second floor. The more she told me about them, the more strange and disgusted I was by it.
“Excuse the boxes” Y/N said as she walked in.
I walked in after her, shutting the door behind me. I scanned the apartment. It was half full of boxes. At least she wasn’t hiding that from me.
“Do you want a drink? Tea maybe?” Y/N asked me.
I gently shook my head at her.
“No thanks” I answered her.
She went into another room which I assumed was the kitchen. I slowly walked around the place. She had already hung up a few photographs on the wall. I stopped walking when I came across a photo of Y/N and a tall brunette man. They seemed to be at an office party. He must have been Shawn. The way she looked at him in the photo assured of it.
I shook my head and looked away from the photo.
Forever isn't for everyone
Is forever for you?
It sounds like settling down or giving up
But it don't sound much like you girl
Nothing made sense to me. It’s been a few months since Y/N met him. I knew Y/N wasn’t that stupid. I knew her. She wouldn’t move in with a person she had just began to date. In fact, I’m was pretty certain she wouldn’t move in with a person that fast even if that person was her soulmate. I knew Y/N wasn’t that person who would immediately settle down with someone she knew she was going to be with forever. She was independent and wanted her freedom away from her relationships. Freedom was essential to her. She seemed she was giving up everything she wanted for some guy she met a few months ago.
“You’re sure you don’t want?” Y/N asked, walking back into the room.
“I’m s’ure” I said to her.
“Okay th-“
“Why did yeh move in with him?” I asked Y/N, cutting her off.
“What?” Y/N asked surprised.
“Why did yeh move in with him?” I repeated my question.
Y/N raised her eyebrow at me.
“What do you mean?” She asked me. “I love him. Why shouldn’t I?”
I wanna grab both your shoulders and shake baby
Snap out of it (Snap out of it)
I get the feeling I left it too late, but baby
Snap out of it (Snap out of it)
I rolled my eyes and bit down my lip in frustration which Y/N took attention of. She crossed her arms at me.
I didn’t want to fight or upset her but I couldn’t be the only one noticing what was going on. I knew I couldn’t be. Y/N knew it except she was too prideful and stubborn to admit it on her own. If the only way she was going to admit it was having to fight with her, then i had to take the chance. I already lost the chance to tell her my feelings about her. I wasn’t going to risk this.
“What was that look about?” Y/N asked me.
“C’mon Y/N, you can’t be that oblivious” I said to her.
“H, what the hell are you talking about?” She asked me.
“You know what, Y/N” I told her. “You turned into a completely different person!”
“Excuse me?” Y/N raised her voice a bit higher at me. “My relationship does not concern you. Never has. Never will.”
“Well it does when you’re acting different towards me” I pointed at to her. “And since when it was wrong to care about a friend?”
Y/N rested her arms down.
“A friend?” Y/N asked me, sounding offended. “You don’t sound like a friend now. A friend would allow me to be happy. A friend wouldn’t try to fuck the one thing that’s going right in my life!”
If that watch don't continue to swing or the fat lady fancies having a sing
I'll be here waiting ever so patiently for you to
Snap out of it
Fuck up the one thing going on in her life? This relationship of her was this one thing? She couldn’t be that ignorant. She was the one making the mistake. I was trying to help her before she realized how much of a mistake she had made. What did she want me to do? Wait forever until she realizes it herself? I couldn’t. She needed to snap out of it right now.
I closed my eyes, shaking my head at her. I opened my eyes, looking at her.
“I’m trying to help you” I mentioned to her. “Yeh really think I would fuck yeh over? I want yeh to be happy”
Y/N rolled her eyes at me. She turned and walked away from me. I decided to follow her.
Under a spell you're hypnotized
Darling how could you be so blind?
(Snap out of it)
Under a spell you're hypnotized
Darling how could you be so blind?
“Y/N, yeh can’t be that blind” I said as I followed her. “It’s like yeh hypnotized or under a spell”
Y/N turned around to me.
“So what if I am?” Y/N yelled in my face. “All that matters is that I’m happy! Can’t you just let me be happy?”
I noticed her eyes were watery. Teardrops began to roll down her face. I stepped back away from her realizing what I had done.
I made her cry. I made Y/N cry. I made the woman I love cry.
“I’m s’or-“
“Just get out H” Y/N ordered, cutting my apology off.
I nodded my head gently. I looked down.
“I’m s’orry” I said under my voice.
I turned and walked away from her. I slammed her apartment door shut once I exited her place.
She was right. I wasn’t a friend. I never could be after that.
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a hunnid questions
thanks for taggin me bby :) @dacremontgomerylover
1. What is your nickname?
siggy, sid
2. How old are you?
19 (i don’t want to leave my teen years)
3. What is your birth month?
september
4. What is your zodiac sign?
virgo, yeeet
5. What is your favourite colour?
blueeee (like my feelings)
6. What’s your lucky number?
don’t really have one, but I like 5 and 8
7. Do you have any pets?
a stray cat named Pablo and I love her dearly
8. Where are you from?
australia
9. How tall are you?
5’7”
10. What shoe size are you?
UK 11
11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?
7?
12. Are you random?
with my closest friends, yes
13. Last person you texted?
my friend group chat
14. Are you psychic in any way?
when i predict things, they are usually wrong so i’m going to say no
15. Last TV show watched?
brooklyn nine-nine!!!
16. Favourite movie?
the book of life, a walk to remember, she’s all that
17. Favourite show from your childhood?
iCarly, victorious
18. Do you want children?
yes but later down the track. i can’t think of kids now, i have enough brothers as it is
19. Do you want a church wedding?
not a church wedding, but somewhere really nice, maybe at a really nice function hall that looks out to the lake, with a dope ass floral garden – a place that’s got them real aesthetics lmao
20. What is your religion?
i believe there is a God but I try to follow the christianity values that my family follows. i definitely know i’m going to hell.
21. Have you ever been to the hospital?
um yes, who hasn’t? i was born at one.
22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?
yes (kind of). it was one of those times where i paid for a child ticket when i just started my first year of uni (because the ticket prices for child and student concession are the same) so i thought i wasn’t going to get caught at like 7pm, when all the transport officials have finished. apparently, they hadn’t finished, so i was left with them in front of me asking for my id’s lol
23. How is life?
i’m nearing the end of my first sem of second year of uni! i am so relieved that i finished my classes today. i have two essays due this weekend, i’m completely fucked over both and an exam next weekend but i’m okay! i’ve already cried over about them lmao :)
24. Baths or showers?
showers all the way.
25. What colour socks are you wearing?
black glitter socks
26. Have you ever been famous?
if you count people saying hi to you when you don’t know their name, then yes. at school hahaha
27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?
i’d love to be, honestly. it sounds conceited but i’ve dreamed of being famous. when i get hate comments, i love to be witty
28. What type of music do you like?
r&b yeeeet. pop, sad ballads (EXTRA POINTS IF THEY MAKE ME WEEP LIKE A FUCKING BABY)
29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?
omg no and probably never will
30. How many pillows do you sleep with?
i sleep with one with a few rectangle cushions here and there
31. What position do you usually sleep in?
on my back with my arms stretched taking up all the space. and my stomach with my leg folded up with my pillow lying vertically with me
32. How big is your house?
to be honest, i don’t like talking about my living arrangements. i feel like it’s a place for me, my own private space. i’m just going to say it’s cosy.
33. What do you typically have for breakfast?
whatever cereal there is, or for brunch, i’ll have whatever was last night’s dinner
34. Have you ever left the country?
once to new zealand
35. Have you ever tried archery?
no but i think i’ll suck at it big time. i can’t even handle a toy archery set, what makes me think i can try with an actual arrow??? lmaaoo
36. Do you like anyone?
there’s this cutie, he looks like he’s the same age, maybe a little older, and he does after school care for the children at my youngest brother’s school. we have never spoken and i’d like it that way
37. Favourite swear word?
fuck
38. When do you fall asleep?
whenever i feel tired. or when i have a headache. or when i can’t be bothered with my school work anymore lol
39. Do you have any scars?
if you hadn’t noticed, I have chicken pox scars all over my face.
40. Sexual orientation?
straight (but sometimes i can’t help that people of the same sex as me are gorgeous and i wish i could be them)
41. Are you a good liar?
i’d like to say so. it’s called acting
42. What languages would you like to learn?
i’d love to learn spanish again. maybe italian, greek?
43. Top 10 songs?
fall in line – demi x xtina
be careful – cardi b
drew barrymore – bryce vine
2002 – anne-marie
smooth criminal – michael jackson
what i need – hayley x kehlani
you can cry – marshmello, james arthur, juicy j
why – shawn mendes
i was never there – the weeknd
lovely – billie eilish x khalid
44. Do you like your country?
yes
45. Do you have friends from the web?
omg yes, i love them dearly
46. What is your personality type?
according to the 16-personalities survey, i am an adventurer (not an ad lol)
47. Hogwarts House?
according to the official Hogwarts house quiz, i’m a gryffindor but i lowkey want to be a slytherin
48. Can you curl your tongue?
side to side, oui
49. Pick one fictional character you can relate to?
50. Left or right-handed?
right-handed
51. Are you scared of spiders?
i’d slowly walk away from spiders, buT FUCK SNAKES I’M OUT
52. Favourite food?
anything that’s good.
53. Favourite foreign food?
chinese
54. Are you a clean or messy person?
i myself am a mess
55. If you could switch your gender for a day, what would you do?
look at my new genitals
56. What colour underwear?
grey
57. How long does it take for you to get ready?
abouts an hour
58. Do you have much of an ego?
i’d like to stay grounded for as long as possible
59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?
both
60. Do you talk to yourself?
yes, quietly.
61. Do you sing to yourself?
is that even a question, of course i do.
62. Are you a good singer?
i’m decent.
63. Biggest Fears?
snakES AND CROWDED PLACES FUCK ME UP
64. Are you a gossip?
uni has me wary of what people say and what headlines i see online. i won’t believe it until proven.
65. Are you a grammar Nazi?
i sat here for a minute before I answered these questions correcting ‘favorite’ to ‘favourite’ and ‘color’ to ‘colour’. but i don’t think I’d point out something unless it was written on paper in person?
66. Do you have long or short hair?
medium. my hair is growing and is a happy lass
67. Can you name all 50 states of America?
i can probably name like 10, i’m not american
68. Favourite school subject?
music practices was fun af
69. Extrovert or Introvert?
introvert 100%
70. Have you ever been scuba diving?
probably not, i’m scared of accidentally sucking in the mask for the oxygen or the oxygen tank failing
71. What makes you nervous?
crowded places and cute guys
72. Are you scared of the dark?
no. i love the dark and i get pissed when a room is too bright.
73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?
i question them whether it’s right or not to see if they’d pick up on it or lecture me on said topic
74. Are you ticklish?
i hate that i am
75. Have you ever started a rumour?
who has the energy to though?
76. Have you ever been out of your home country?
yes. i’ve answered this (so basically there’s 99 qs mwuahaha)
77. Have you ever drank underage?
omg no. my parents would have whooped my ass
78. Have you ever done drugs?
prescription drugs, yes.
79. What do you fantasize about?
me being in a relationship
80. How many piercings do you have?
only my hears. i would like a nose piercing soon
81. Can you roll your R’s?
okurrrrrrr
82. How fast can you type?
i don’t even know
83. How fast can you run?
bruh. i don’t run at all (unless if it was for the bus, then maybe)
84. What colour is your hair?
black at roots, and then brown and then washed out green
85. What colour are your eyes?
brown
86. What are you allergic to?
nothinnnn’
87. Do you keep a journal?
i try to, but like I forget lol
88. Are you depressed about anything?
my life? myself?
89. Do you like your age?
yes.
90. What makes you angry?
slow walkers, people who are closed minded, people who think feminism is a bunch of sexist, man-hating screaming women (although urban dictionary’s multiple definitions on feminism makes me howl of laughter), people who have a chip on their shoulder for no reason
91. Do you like your own name?
i’ve grown to like it.
92. Did you ever get a foreign object up your nose?
okay so this happened when i was like between 4 and 6. it was either before or after christmas and i was at my grandparents’ house because they were watching me while my parents were out. for me at that age, i was always bored, so i decided to remove the cushions from the single chair i was sitting on. i found these two little plastic balls that must have come off some christmas decorations and i wanted to see if it could fit up my nose. it did. until i decided to push it up further to the point it got stuck and i started crying for my aunty to help me take it out. she didn’t help me and told me that i needed to get it out myself because it was my own wrongdoing LMAAO
93. Do you want a boy or a girl for a child?
why not have both?
94. What talents do you have?
i can crack my elbow the way we crack our knuckles, does that count?
95. Sun or moon?
moon
96. How did you get your name?
my parents had already decided on the name ‘angel’ for me lol. but apparently when i was born, to my mum she looked at me and was immediately was like “sigalu!” (pronounced si-nguh-lou) and so she called my great-grandfather (mum’s mum’s dad) to ask if she could name me after my nana, and voila :) (the name is sacred and can only be given permission to use it).
97. Are you religious?
i try to be a good child of God
98. Have you ever been to a therapist?
no but i think i should
99. Colour of your bedspread?
dark-beige
100. Colour of your room?
an ugly off-white colour
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Bullying and school shootings honestly do go hand in hand.
Hi.
I was a potential school shooter.
I had disgusting rumors spread about me, I got into constant fights, I had ONE real friend. Everyone else made me feel like I was a burden. I was blamed for stolen items in my circle of friends. They treated me like I was just a stand in, a thing to toy with.
I was not important. I was not impressive. I was shrugged off.
The day I was diagnosed with depression, I was called a liar. My dad beat the shit out of me one night and the next day at school, I didn’t want to be touched. One “friend” was going to take me to her house and have me cool down. Dad was waiting for me at her house. She called me a liar for meeting my dad once, for a few minutes. Saying he didn’t abuse me.
I was teased in the whole, “X has a crush on you” and my emotions were toyed with in ways the shouldn’t have been toyed with. I was dumped by my first boyfriend because I didn’t kiss him. I was hated by teachers for no real, valid or good reasons.
While my bullying wasn’t as bad as most kids get it, I had a toxic home life. I was dealing with finding the right medications for my mental illness. I was being diagnosed as one thing and then having it switched to another thing. I was a mess.
I admit, here and now, I would have murdered my fellow classmates. I would have gone to my school carrying as many arsenal weapons as I could carry. I would have killed anyone I could have.
I would have killed myself.
It was a daily thought of who I wanted to kill. It was a daily thought of who I wanted to hurt and watch die a slow and painful death. And yes. I did have two people at the top of my list.
I had an idea of who I wanted dead, and if at all possible, I would have done it.
The whole needing stricter gun laws doesn’t necessarily mean we want to take away guns all together, but we want to try to make it harder for would-be school shooters (like me) to get their hands on those weapons.
The children speaking out against gun violence aren’t trying to disrupt the NRA and their weird obsession with guns. They just want to stop being the victims of mass shootings.
But to all the youths who may see this, stop bullying each other. You are the issue, you are the reason an active shooter could be your class mate. The people who are troubled don’t need your fake pity or you to come up to them just because they’re “weird” or an “outcast”. You don’t even have to get to know them. But if you decide you’re going to talk to them, you better make damn sure you’re doing it with sincerity and not because you’re afraid they’ll come to your school next and kill you.
False kindness is just as bad as bullying. It instills a false hope. It crushes a person much worse than any bullying could.
And if that person doesn’t come to school to kill you for being a shit human being, you’d be responsible for pushing them to the point of suicide. Where it’s too late to be a good person to them.
I dropped out my senior year of high school. My three options were as followed: find a way to get the weapons needed to kill as many as I could and myself, kill myself or drop out.
I knew I was a ticking time bomb. However, because I was raised to be a compassionate person, regardless of the toxicity of my home life, I knew that whatever I chose.. there’d be consequences. Stain my name forever and be hated in not only life but in death too, leaving my family to be chastised for my sins.
Leaving this earth of my own accord to have my family suffer an even worse fate than death because I couldn’t handle the pain of being around fake friends and peers who wanted nothing more than to see me drown, followed by them and their false remorse for my death.
Or drop out and deal with whatever abuse I’d face at home.
My school was Redwood Valley middle/high school. In Redwood Falls, MN. The years I attended this school were 2007-2010. I should have graduated in 2011. This may or may not be a huge hint of who I am. But I don’t care. If anyone from that school who attended those years sees this. You were at risk. I would have killed you all because your small town mindset was more important than getting to know an outsider.
I am better now. I have a good life. I overcame my demons and left that town behind. I am happy (sort of, refer to parentheses at the end of this post). I am loved and I can say that things do get better.
If you are suffering from bullying and a toxic life at home, all I can say is grit your teeth as best as you can. Seek professional help (they are, by law, sworn to keep your secrets unless you are telling them you’re a danger to yourself or others). Seek a new hobby. Find better friends, EVEN IF THEY’RE ONLINE. Your life is so important. You’re important. And as much as you hate those who are making your life hell right now, they’re important to other people. Don’t take their lives and don’t take yours.
Seek help. Don’t confide in friends. Even your closest and most trusted friend cannot understand everything you go through and they are not a professional. Yes, you may risk a 72 hour hold, but those holds are there to help you. They fucking suck, but I can tell you now, they isolate you from the world for three days. Three days to clear your head. Three days to establish a relationship with a psychiatrist. Three days to get medications to help regulate any chemical imbalance. Three days to find out the name of that demon ligering over your shoulder.
Seek help before you hurt someone else or yourself.
To those who spread rumors, laugh at people behind their backs, talk about people behind their backs, backstab their friends, straight up bully or beat on others.
I don’t know what is going on in your life. I don’t know what is going on in your head. But you need to choose what you say and what you do carefully.
Bullying does not build character. It destroys people. And it pushes them to dark places that no one should go. Anyone. ANYONE. Can turn to suicide. ANYONE can easily take a life.
If you want to end this circle of violence, change who you are. Stand with those who are tired of being the punching bag. Defend people when you get the chance. Yes. You will lose friends. But you’ll also gain a friend who you never expected would be a good person in your life. Those weird kids, the outcasts, the anime freaks, the goths, skaters, Emos or theatre kids can easily be the best friend you cherish in the long run.
A lot of them are loyal till the very end and are very trustworthy.
But you won’t know that until you try to get to know them. This goes for the nerds and the geeks, the chess club kids, the band kids, etc. Give them a chance. Judge them based on who they really are, but don’t destroy them. Judge them on if you really want them in your life. Because they also will be judging you. And if you’re already a tormentor to them right now, you have a lot to redeem yourself for.
(My dad didn’t understand he was an abusive person, but I did make him realize years later and we made up. He wasn’t a bad person just because he did bad things. He was sorry and I know he loved me. I did deserve the beating in question as I made a stupid decision that would have killed me. I can understand why he reacted the way he did and the emotions he was feeling. Does that make it right? No. But I have forgiven him. And I’d appreciate it if nobody talks ill of him as he has just recently passed away. Thank you).
(Also, I know I rambled on in this post, but it still stands. We are the reason kids are dying. From adults to kids who go to school with these “at risk” students. It is your job to fix the wrongs done to these kids, and in the end, it is still up to them on if they let you into their life. Do not force it. But you can start by standing up to your friends and family when these kids come up in conversation. You have the power to change the outcome of stories you aren’t even aware you’re playing a part in. Fix your mistakes before it is too late).
I am not posting this for sympathy or pity. I am posting it in hopes you realize how easy it is for that train of thought to even begin. I wasn’t a good person for deciding to drop out. I wanted to hurt people because they hurt me. But I knew what I wanted and what I was thinking was dangerous and wrong. Not everyone will realize this. Not everyone will seek help. Not everyone will drop out to save your ass.
Edit: (12/09/18) I’m not a bad person - I know this post will not be seen in any good way. This post was to prove that bullying is what can cause a person to want to end another person’s life. I sought help and am better, I do not think the way I did when I was fucking fifteen. Call me a bad person all you want, but I am not afraid to be honest about how I wanted to die and take others with me. If my story proves anything, it proves that I, unlike other school shooters, was able to see how WRONG my thoughts were. Invasive thoughts does not equate a bad person. It equates mental illness.
#School shooting#school shootings#RVHS#Class of 2011#Redwood Falls#Minnesota#bullying#abuse#trauma#I could have killed you#bullying doesn't build character#bullying destroys people and releashes inner demons we didn't know we had#stop hurting each other
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Get ready for some cuteness in which Nathan tries to be a good uncle and doesn’t understand how Warren already knows it all.
It wasn’t that often that Kristine asked Nathan and her brother-in-law to watch her child, but when she did it was usually for an extended period time. It was normally over night or for a couple of days. The first time this happened was when she and her husband wanted to get away for the weekend for their Five-year wedding anniversary.
Nathan would’ve likely refused if Kristine had asked him to watch over the child. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his little niece; it was quite the opposite. She held a very special place in Nathan’s heart. He was petrified, above all else, of screwing up, repeating any of the same major mistakes his father once had. It would’ve killed him if he did something like that, so he refused to be in charge of watching any children.
That was exactly why when Kristine was trying to find someone to watch Jane for the weekend, she asked Warren and not Nathan. Warren was great with children and confident in his abilities to handle the situation; plus, he too loved his niece. Kristine knew there was no way that Warren would say no.
Nathan was initially livid when he found out. After he and Warren bickered over the situation a bit, he panicked. The house needed to be ready for a two-year-old. It needed to be babyproofed. They needed snacks and to stock the house with food for meals that the child would like. They needed something to entertain her as well.
The day that Jane was brought over, Nathan loaded as much of her toys as he could fit into the trunk of his car. The house was ready. Snacks were prepared. They even had a little potty chair in the bathroom. Nathan even bought her a new little whale plushie to give her when she got to the house. Everything was perfect.
Except, Jane was a two-year-old, and they were called the terrible twos for a reason.
It began with Jane being inconsolable when Kristine left and the child realized that her parents were going to be gone. Nathan tried to console her alone because Warren was busy making dinner. After ten minutes of Jane crying and screaming so much that her face was bright red, Warren walked into the living room where they were at, turned on Netflix and started up “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic” and returned back to the kitchen. Nathan stared at Jane amazed as her tears started to subside and she watched the show.
Dinner was a nightmare. Kristine had sworn that Jane loved spaghetti. Every single time Nathan tried to feed her some, she would scream, “NO!” and refuse to take even the smallest bite. She eventually got so frustrated that she slammed her little fists down on the edge of the bowl, causing it to fly away and cover Nathan in tomato sauce.
“Well, that’s tragic,” Warren commented as he returned from the kitchen and into the dining room.
Nathan looked over at Warren wide-eyed. “What am I doing wrong?!”
Warren chuckled. “She can feed herself, Babe. That’s why she’s so pissed off.”
While Jane was a messy eater, with her being a toddler and all, dinner did go rather smoothly after that point. Nathan stared at Warren exasperated, not understanding how in the hell his husband was so good with children. Sure, Warren had a sibling that was over ten years younger than him but he surely couldn’t have retained that much information on handling a toddler.
Since Jane was covered in spaghetti sauce, dinner needed to be followed up by bath time. As Nathan tried to give Jane a bath, she was irate. She wasn’t going in that room, in that tub. She had better things to do, like play with blocks, or color, or just run around in her imaginary world.
As Nathan stood outside the bathroom door exasperated, trying to get Jane to go with him into the bathroom, Warren walked past them and inside. He grabbed a bottle of Mr. Bubble’s bubble bath from under the sink and drew a shallow bath with nice, fluffy suds on top. Jane had no problem getting in the bathtub once she saw that.
And then it was bedtime. At the first sign of a struggle, Nathan gave up and let Warren take care of it. He was tired of feeling incompetent so he went to their bedroom to be alone and cry. It was only a few minutes later that Warren went with him in the bedroom.
“You’ve already got her to sleep? Are you fucking kidding me?” Nathan lamented before burying his face back in their pillows. He felt a weight on the bed next to him as Warren sat down beside him. He felt fingers running through his hair then rubbing at the back of his neck.
“What’s wrong, Nate?” Warren cooed before leaning over and planting a kiss on the nape of Nathan’s neck. “Talk to me.”
Nathan turned his head to face his husband and let out a shaky breath. “I just don’t get how this comes so naturally to you.”
Warren smiled, planting a kiss on Nathan’s cheek and once again running his fingers through Nathan’s hair. “This doesn’t come naturally to anyone, Babe. Anyone who says that is a God damn liar. I have a lot of experience with kids, between my little brother and my cousins, and all those summers babysitting.”
Nathan sighed. “I don’t wanna be like my parents-“
“You won’t,” Warren interrupted; he wasn’t going to allow Nathan to continue with that train of thought. “The fact that you’re worried about it means that you won’t be like them. You just need time and practice. I wouldn’t’ve married you if I didn’t think you’d be a good dad.”
“Cuz we’re gonna have lots of babies?” Nathan smiled.
Warren nodded. “Yeah, probably 20 of them.” They both chuckled. “Now Nate, let’s make a baby,” he said before leaning over to plant kisses on Nathan’s neck.
Nathan turned his head to allow Warren better access to his sensitive spots. “You know, I think you missed some very important science classes if you think we can make a baby.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
It was the middle of the night when the next incidence occurred. Jane woke up screaming and crying and Nathan bolted into the guest room where she slept. He checked to make sure that she was safe, that she wasn’t hurt, and that everything was okay. In her toddler babble, he managed to make out something about a storm, and a monster or something. Nathan eventually deduced that she had a nightmare.
Finally, it was something that he could handle.
He scooped her up in his arms, gently rubbing at her back. She buried her face into his shoulder as she continued to cry. She was trembling, petrified. Whatever she’d dreamt of had to of truly terrified her.
“Do you wanna come sleep with me and Uncle Warren? Would that make you feel better?” Nathan asked. Jane nodded her head in response, not removing herself from his shoulder as she did so.
Nathan carried her back to his bedroom, continuing to coo and comfort Jane as he did so. He laid her down in the middle of the bed, knowing that she’d feel safest nestled between her two uncles. Her crying had calmed down a bit but she was still visibly upset. He turned on the light on his bedside table before closing the bedroom door most of the way. He’d kept the hall light on for her, though.
At that point Warren stirred, turning around and asking Nathan what was going on. Nathan explained and then settled back into the bed. Jane cuddled into him and he wrapped an arm around her. She quickly fell back asleep.
Warren smiled sleepily and said, “I told you you’d be a good father.”
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