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Paddington Bear
Paring: Xavier Thorpe x Hispanic!Reader
Summary: When Xavier accidentally breaks Y/N childhood teddy bear
Warning: spelling errors, hidden Disney references
A/N: a few weeks back, there were a lot of requests to different Xavier writings to sorts a fanfic where Xavier breaks Y/Nâs teddy bear but then gives her a new teddy bear that smells like Xavier so I decided to do my own version of it, requests are OPEN
Y/N was getting ready for her date with Xavier when she heard a knock on the door. Y/N opened the door and saw Xavier looking all nice.
âYou ready for our date?â Xavier asked
âYeah, just let me get my jacket, you can wait inside, Yoko is out with Divina.â Y/N said as she went to get a jacket from her closet. Xavier sat on Y/Nâs bed and noticed a cute teddy bear wearing a blue coat. Xavier decided to carry the bear.
âWhoâs this little guy?â Xavier asked, playing with the bear.
âHis name is Paddington.â Y/N said, taking the bear from his hands and putting him back on his spot on the bed.
âYou named the bear Paddington?â Xavier asked.
âFirst of all, Iâm hurt. Second, you have never read the Paddington bear books when you were younger? You have never seen the Paddington movies that came out years ago?â Y/N asked.
âI feel like I should say yesâŚbut I havenât.â Xavier said hesitantly.
âWe are so watching those movies next weekend. Come on, letâs go eat.â Y/N said, they both walked out of her dorm and got into an Uber to go eat at a Chinese restaurant, the Paper Lantern.
âSo why Paddington?â Xavier asked.
âDude, Paddington bear is literally the spectacled bear from Peru, making him a cute little Latino bear. Besides, his uncle Pastuzo died in an earthquake, his aunt Lucy sent Paddington to London with a little tags that says âplease look after this bearâ like what happens when kids are sent to a different place for refuge where they have no family. His aunt went to a retirement home for bears in Lima. My parents read me the books when I was younger because my mom was also sent to the states when she was younger with the tag âplease look after meâ so my mom related to Paddington. My âgrandmaâ bought my mom the Paddington books and the teddy bear you see in my room. My dad came to the states when he was an adult and he had family that also went to the states.â Y/N explained.
âSo the bear has sentimental value?â Xavier asked
âA lot of sentimental value, Paddington represents my momâs hardships. Anyway, heâs a very special bear. Do you want to get wonton soup? I definitely know I do.â Y/N said.
âYeah, we can get the soup. I want the Moo goo gai pan.â Xavier said.
âHalf chicken with lobster fried rice is good.â Y/N said, they ordered their food, had a good time, and went back to Nevermore. âOne of these days, Xavier, you will appreciate Paddington as much as I do. Good night.â Y/N said, kissing his cheek.
âGoodnight, sweetheart.â Xavier said kiss her softly before leaving to go to his dorm.
The next day, Y/N was out shopping with Enid, Yoko, Divina, Wednesday, and Enidâs wolf friends. Xavier entered her dorm room, wanting to leave flowers on her bed as little romantics gesture. The bad thing is that Xavier didnât know there was a bee in the flowers so he grabbed the closest thing on Y/Nâs bed. Xavier thought it was a pillow, and began swatting the bee, hitting the âpillowâ against every surface he saw the bee until he finally killed it.
âYes! I got it, ha! Take that, bee!â Xavier said. But only then he realized what he really grabbed. It was Paddington Bear and sadly, he didnât resemble a bear anymore. The seams were ripped, the bearâs stuffing was everywhere, Paddington Bear was now scraps of fuzzy fluffy fabric. âOh shit, oh shit, Y/Nâs gonna kill me, this canât be happening, oh my fucking god!â Xavier was now panicking and decided to call Ajax to come into the room. Ajax entered and saw the crime scene.
âOoh, Y/Nâs gonna kill you!â Ajax said, lowkey laughing at Xavierâs expense.
âOh no, Youâre an accessory now, how the fuck am I supposed to fix this?â Xavier asked.
âDude, itâs a stuffed bear, Iâm sure Y/N would be totally fine with a new one.â Ajax said.
âNo she wonât! This Paddington is special, it represents the time her mother came to the states as a child, this bear needs to be saved.â Xavier said, grabbing Ajaxâs collar to pull him close, signaling that Xavier is being dead serious.
âOkay, chill, how do you explain⌠âbearicideâ?â Ajax asked.
âThere was a bee on the flowers I bought Y/N, I thigh the I grabbed her pillow but I grabbed the bear. It was totally unintentional bearicide!â Xavier exclaimed. Ajax and Xavier were too busy arguing to notice that Y/N and Yoko walked into the dorm.
âWhat the hell happened here?â Y/N asked looking at Xavier and Ajax. It was then Y/N noticed the stuffing on the floor and Paddingtonâs body in Xavierâs hand. âWhat the hell did you do?!?â Y/N asked the boys angrily so Xavier and Ajax started giving her explanations at the same time. âStop it! Xavier, tell me what happened.â
âOkay so I bough you flowers, right? Theyâre right here, here you go, now, there was a bee in the bouquet, I didnât realized it, I garbed something off your bed, I thought it was a pillow, i couldnât really tell because I was busy swatting the bee, finally killed it, and then I realized it was Paddington, Iâm really sorry, Y/N, I swear I am.â Xavier said, looking at Y/N carefully. Y/N out the flowers down on her nightstand.
âThank you for the flowers, you two need to get out, I need some time alone, okay.â Y/N said, going to her bed.
âYou heard the woman, get out.â Yoko said, practically shoving Ajax and Xavier out the dorm and closed the door.
âShe hates me, doesnât she?â Xavier asked Ajax.
âI Donât think she hates you, she needs time, I mean after all, you murdered her bear, Iâm gonna go hang with Enid now.â Ajax said as he was about to walk away but Xavier grabbed him by his hood.
âOh no you donât, youâre helping me fix this.â Xavier said, dragging Ajax to his dorm. Xavier then went to his laptop to look up the bear. âOkay, so the original Paddington Bear is sold on some website in London, costs about 200 euros. Thatâs like what, a little bit over 200 bucks.â
âIt doesnât ship internationally.â Ajax said.
âWell the other Paddington bears are brown, it looks completely different.â Xavier said. âUgh, I donât know what to do, Y/N probably wonât speak to me for days.â
âYou Donât know that.â Ajax said.
But Xavier was right, Y/N did not speak to him. But after school, Xavier had an idea. He went to Y/Nâs dorm again and saw the pieces of Paddington on her table. Xavier out them in a bag and went to a place where they restore toys. He went in a talked to the owner, out all the pieces on Paddington on the table and showed him a photo of the bear before he got ruined.
âIs there any chance you can restore this bear?â Xavier asked the owner.
âI Can restore this vintage Paddington bear, the only problem is that itâs very expensive, looks like the poor bear went through the wood chipper.â The owner said,
âOkay fine, name your price.â Xavier said.
âIt will be $185 for a complete restoration.â The owner said.
âDone. Iâll pay with card.â Xavier said,
âThank you son, the bear should be done by tomorrow.â The owner said. Xavier thanked him and left the store. He was walking around Jericho when he saw bear on display. A cute bear with light brown fur, hazel eyes, a paint stained smock, and an artistâs palette holding a paintbrush. Xavier walked in the toy store.
âExcuse me sir, how much is the bear at the window?â Xavier asked the person working the register.
âCute bear isnât it? Itâs 45 dollars.â The guy said.
âIâll take the bear.â Xavier said and paid the man. Walking out, he bought another bouquet of flowers, double checking to see there are no bees, no bees in the bouquet, some of Y/Nâs favorite candies, and necklace with his initial. He set the basket up all nice, spraying his cologne on the bear, and knocked in Y/Nâs door.
âHi Xavier. To what do I owe the pleasure?â Y/N asked.
âSo I know what I did to Paddington was really bad, BUT I took him to get restored so heâll be good as new. But for the meantime, here are some apology gifts.â Xavier said, showing Y/N the basket. Y/N took the basket, placed it on her bed, and opened it.
âYou got me another bear?â Y/N asked, she held the bear to her face and smiled when she noticed his cologne on the bear. âOh my gosh, Xavier, it looks so cute, heâs literally a mini you.â Y/N said, hugging Xavier.
âYeah, i saw him in the display window in Jericho and I thought âthis would be perfectâ and I bought it. You can name him whatever you want, and I hope youâll sleep with him until I bring Paddington back.â Xavier said.
âI Donât sleep with Paddington, but i like the sentiment. Thanks for the candies, the necklace is beautiful. Iâm sorry I ignored you todayâŚitâs just I literally told you the story to Paddington and then you pulled that shit. But Iâm so glad that youâre restoring him, that mustâve cost a fortune.â Y/N said.
âKinda, almost 200 bucks, but youâre worth it.â Xavier said, kissing Y/N softly. âWant to go to the Paper Lantern again?â
âIâd love to, Iâll just set Benny down.â Y/N said said, setting down her new bear, Benny.
âIs his name Benny because of my babysitterâs a vampire or because of Ben Barnes?â Xavier asked.
âIs it bad if I say Ben Barnes?â Y/N asked.
âOh, hilarious, letâs go before I remind you why Iâm hotter than Ben Barnes, donât laugh, just humor me.â Xavier said.
âOkay, okay, youâre hotter than Ben Barnes.â Y/N said,
âThank you for saying that with a straight face, now letâs go,â Xavier said with his hand on his chest
The End
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Hi, Eve
Rose here from yesterday, thank you very much for the Birthday message, I wasn't expecting you to read it let alone reply but I was looking for Coops kids Birthday fluff specifically. It doesn't matter if you don't have time however as I don't want to be a bother.
Hello Rose, and happy (belated) 20th birthday! Sorry for the wait--I really wanted to get this one right to celebrate such an important number. I hope your day was absolutely fantastic! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove, but Stella is an OC
Combined with asks for Sirius lightly making fun of Remus' accent and Remus yelling at a game show (@nazar4114)
âMedusa!â Stella shouted with all the force in her thirteen-year-old lungs. Remus leaned forward on the couch. âMedusa!â
The front door opened with a creak. âIâm hââ
âYes!â they cheered in unison as Nicole answered correctly. Remus turned and gave Stella a double high-five, feeling his heart squeeze at the vivid joy on her round face. âGood guess.â
âI knew she was gonna get it,â Stella said with a pump of her fist as she turned back to the show and folded her legs underneath her.
âGonna,â a familiar deep voice mimicked from the doorway. Paper bags rustled before footsteps stopped behind the couch; Remus tilted his chin up without sparing a glance, and Sirius pressed a laugh-laced kiss to his cheek before dropping one on Stellaâs head as well. âYou sound too much like your dad.â
âLove you, too,â Remus said wryly.
âIâll take âMyths and Mothsâ for 400, please.â Nicoleâs voice snapped his attention back to the screen, and Stella narrowed her eyes.
âDaily Double!â the automated voice announced. Stella gasped; Remus bit his lower lip. âThis mythical shield was wielded by Athena, and is sometimes said to be made of goat skin.â
âAegis,â Stella whispered, then raised her voice. âItâs the Aegis, Nicole. You know this.â
âWe know you do,â Remus said, scooting forward. âYou just guessed whose head is on it.â
Nicoleâs buzzer went off with two seconds to spare. âWhat is the Aegis?â
âHell yeah!â Stella whooped.
Remus turned to her and raised his eyebrows. âExcuse you.â
âSorry.â
âAre you two going to do this the whole afternoon?â Sirius asked from the kitchen, obviously amused. âWe might need to get the neighbors some noise-cancelling headphones.â
Stella blew a dark lock of hair out of her eyes as she flopped her head back. âItâs almost final Jeopardy, papa. We have, like, ten minutes.â
Sirius blinked at her, then shook his head. âI swear you two share genes.â
âOpe, you caught me,â Remus said over the noise of the commercial break. âWhen I was 20 and had literally never left Wisconsin, I went and had a secret kid in Maine who looks terribly like you just so that someone would watch Jeopardy reruns with me thirteen years later. Oops.â
âItâs the truth,â Stella said with great gravity. âI remember.â
âMon dieu,â Sirius muttered, though he couldnât keep a smile down. He had never been able to hide around Stella, not once in the three years since they had adopted her. It was one of the things Remus loved most about him. âBy the way, nobody under the age of fourteen is allowed in the kitchen for the nextâŚhour. Ish.â
Stella squirmed around until she could rest her arms on the back of the couch. âWhat if I get thirsty?â
âIâm sure you can invoke birthday privileges and ask your dad to get something for you.â
âBirthday privileges?â Remus scoffed. âNobody in this house has a birthday today. Yours was last month, and mineâs in March.â
âItâs my birthday,â Stella said.
âWhat? No, itâs not.â
âYeah-huh.â
âYour birthday is in June.â
âItâs today.â
âOr maybe July?â
âItâs today, in December, when thereâs snow,â she insisted, throwing herself back against the pillows. âCome on, dad, thatâs not funny anymore.â
Remus raised his eyebrows. âIs somebody too old to find their poor old dad amusing now? Can you go back to being twelve so somebody will laugh at my jokes again? I know, I know, we're super lame compared to all your friendsâ parentsââ
âSo lame,â Sirius agreed from the kitchen.
ââbut I like to think we get one more year of pre-teen cuteness before the teen angst takes over.â
Stella sat up again with a groan. Looking at her, Remus saw a mix of himself and Sirius that had always baffled him, considering they had adopted her comparatively late in her life; beneath it was something uniquely Stella. Maybe it was her double-jointed elbows, or the board-straightness of her hair next to their curls, but there was no mistaking that she was her own person through and through. He loved that about her. âIâm not going to be a terrible teenager.â
Sirius poked his head around the edge of the kitchenâhis nose was adorned with a smudge of flour. âCan I record that for future use?â
âNon.â
âOoo, using the French,â Remus hissed. âThat transformation is already beginning.â
âItâs not like you were bad teenagers, right?â She settled upside-down on the couch with her flamingo-patterned socks high in the air.
âI almost convinced Grandma to let me dye my hair blue, but otherwise I was pretty good.â
âI was terrible,â Sirius laughed. âI didnât talk to anybody for a solid three years.â
Stella frowned. âHow? I think Iâd die if I did that.â
âHeâs stubborn,â Remus stage-whispered.
âI heard that.â
Stella suppressed her laughter as best she could, but she was about as good at hiding her emotions around them as Sirius was. She didnât really giggleâthe amount her voice had deepened over the past three years always gave Remus whiplashâbut her laugh had the same cadence as it did the first day they heard it. While Stella had been quiet at first, it only took love and time to bring her out of her shell. Within a year she settled into their lives like she was always meant to be there.
A thoughtful look crossed her face. âThis is my last year before high school.â
âDoes it feel different?â
âNot really.â She paused, then shrugged. âAnd a little. I donât feel older. It just feels like thereâs stuff I wonât get to do anymore.â
âAnd a lot more you will get to do.â Sirius left his dishtowel on the counter before joining them on Stellaâs other side. âYou can drive soon, youâll get a longer curfew, you get more freedomâŚâ
âI guess.â
âWhat are you going to miss?â Remus asked as she toyed with the hem of her shirt. It was a basic Lions FAN jersey; he was fairly sure she bought it to be ironic. That, and she only wore one of theirs if she was upset with the other, or if one needed a boost at a game.
âI dunno.â A few beats of silence passed. âMy classmates. My team. It feels like everythingâs going to turn upside down.â
âYou can still keep in touch with your friends, and I bet your team wonât be too different,â Sirius said quietly. âEven if it does, that doesnât mean you have to give all of them up. People change in different ways. They come and go on their own time.â
âThereâs going to be a lot of upside-downs over the next couple years, kid.â Remus offered her a smile. âBut youâre going to be just fine.â
âYou two sound like such dads right now.â
âThis might shock you, but thatâs because we are.â
The corner of her mouth tugged up and she lolled her head to the side to look at Sirius. âIs the cake done?â
âFifteen more minutes.â
âWill you watch final Jeopardy with us?â
âWhatâs the category?â
âUS Presidents.â
Sirius exhaled through his nose, but nodded. She grinned and turned herself upright to snuggle against his arm. âYou just enjoy watching me lose.â
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âAlright, is everyone ready?â Sirius called from the kitchen.
âOn three,â Remus said, raising his phone camera. âOne, two, three!â
âHappy birthday to you,â over a dozen voices sang. They were off-tempo and so out of key the composer was probably spinning in his grave, but Stellaâs clear joy didnât waver for a millisecond even as her cheeks reddened. âHappy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Stella, happy birthday to you!â
Finn, of course, dragged out the last note. So did Leo, Logan, Kasey, James, Lily, and Talker in varying degrees of awful harmony attempts. It was terrible, and beautiful. âMake a wish,â Sirius said softly as he set the cake down and stepped back. His eyes were the brightest quicksilver Remus had seen in many moons.
Stella closed her eyes, took a breath, and blew as hard as she couldâthe entire room erupted into cheers when all the candles went out. She was laughing and blushing at the same time when Remus turned the lights back on, though the humor won out in the end and she helped pass plates of cake to her many aunts and uncles. Like every year prior, Regulus managed to smear a bit of frosting on her chin, only to immediately deny it with great offense when she noticed. It was becoming a bit of a traditionâone that Remus never grew tired of.
I know what I would wish for, Remus thought as he looked around the table at their patchwork family. Celeste, Dumo, and his own parents had no doubt spoiled their first grandchild with âcusp of adulthoodâ gifts, and Natalie and Lily would certainly steal her away after cake for some girl time. Finn and Logan would remain the fun uncles while Leo and Regulus kept their thrones as the cool uncles; Stella would interrogate Jules on the intricacies of high school for at least an hour before they destroyed everyone in a snowball fight. The world they built together had a place for everyone.
I would wish for this. This, for us, forever. It wasnât a bad eternity to imagine.
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Pomegranate Chapstick - Peter Parker
Itâs Winter in New York City. Not that movie magic kind of Winter that reeks of mistletoe and Hallmark channel cliches. No, itâs no longer the Holiday Season and everyone is back to school after Winter Break. Peter Parker is happy to be back because being back means being able to see you again. Though, something is different about you but he just canât place it.
âWhat is it?â
âY/NâŚâ
âYeah?â Ned looked in the same direction as Peter, who, suddenly self conscious, turned his friend back around to face him. âWhat is it?â
âDonât, donât look! I justâŚâ Peter found that his eyes trailed back over to where you talking with MJ. Your eyes were bright, hands gesturing about you as your friend shared you into a passion. Despite your movements, Peter found himself drawn back to your smile.
âSomethingâs different,â he finished, âbut I donât know what.âÂ
âItâs only been like two weeks. It was Christmas literally a few days ago.â Peter glanced warily at Ned before he looked back to you. You were still smiling. The sight made his chest tighten, stole his breath directly from his lungs. âPete?â
âYou remember Homecoming,â Peter pointed out as he met Nedâs eyes, âthat all happened in a week and I almost died. Twice! Anything could have happened over break.â
Peter let his eyes wander back to you. Whatever MJ was discussing with you was enthralling. You were completely consumed, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. Slightly hidden under all of the layers of Winter clothing you were wearing, you looked warm, aflamed and bright. Suddenly, you threw your head back, laughing at something MJ had said.
The sound sent a shiver down Peterâs spine that he tried to pass off as a response to the cold. He pulled the sleeves of his jacket over his chilled hands and adjusted the strap of his backpack that dug into his shoulder. Ned blinked at him a few times, too close of a friend to not notice Peterâs nervous ticks.Â
Eventually, Ned glanced over in your direction too. âWell, Y/N seemed alright. We had Advanced Geometry together and we talked.â
Peterâs eyes widened. âReally? Did anything happen?â
âFrom what Y/N said, your Winter break was way more eventful, Spiderman.âÂ
Peter knocked the back of his hand against Nedâs shoulder to hush him. Classmates continued to file out of the school, laughing and chatting about the less than glorious return to academia. Peter eyed them all as they stepped down the stairs to the streets of the city. None of his peers seemed to have picked up on Peterâs secret. Satisfied his identity was safe, Peter glanced at Ned with a warning balanced in his frown.
âSorry,â Ned said, raising his hands.Â
âGotta be more careful.â Peter glanced around at the faces of his classmates once more. Everyone was too caught up in leaving school for the day to notice the worried look on his face. All except you when Peter accidentally met your eyes. Quickly, he tore his gaze away and stared directly, wide-eyed, at Ned.
âWhat?â
âY/N.â Ned glanced over in your direction.
âHeaded over with MJ. Why?â
Peterâs face warmed to the point where the scarf wrapped around his jaw was pointless. âAnd? Does...is...do I look okay?â
Ned squinted before his lips broke into a wide grin. A laugh rattled in his chest and Peter felt a fresh wave of panic wash over his shoulders.Â
âWhat?! Do I look-â
âHey losers,â MJ greeted, standing by your side. Peter glanced at the curly-haired girl before he saw you gently elbowed her shoulder. He met your eyes and felt his lips instinctively curl up in a lopsided smile.
âHi,â Peter said softly as he tried to steady his breathing. Now, with you closer, he tried to study you, sleuth out what was different.
âHey! Do you guys wanna do something? Hang out?âÂ
Your smile was still as bright as your eyes as you asked. Maybe it was the ruddiness in your cheeks, spurred on by the cold that made you seem changed? No, that was too simple.Â
âNah, I gotta work,â MJ said.Â
âWow, you got a job?â Ned asked, causing Peter to glance away from your face for a moment. When he looked back to you, Peter found that you were looking at him. Though, you quickly looked to MJ, waiting for her reply.
âYeah, over break. At the QuikMart.â
Maybe you got a haircut or, possibly, you dyed your hair and the color was fading back to itâs natural tone. Aunt May had dyed her hair a dark red one year. Peter remembered thinking there was blood in the tub when the pigment started to wash out. Though, even with his âSpidey-visionâ, as Ned called it, Peter couldnât detect a color.
âAwesome. Can you get me free slushies?âÂ
âBro, I donât even get free slushies,â MJ replied, frowning at Ned. âI gotta go, canât be late. Iâll see you guys tomorrow.â
âSee ya,â you said, waving off your friend as MJ walked along the snowy sidewalks. Peter swallowed hard when you looked back to him and Ned. âWhat about you two?â
âI told my mom Iâd be back after school to help her with my lola, my grandma.â
Peterâs brow furrowed and he turned his head to look at Ned. âReally? You need help?â
âNo, sheâs coming over to make some food,â Ned explained as he started down the steps of the school. âIâm momâs moral support.â
âOhâŚâ
âWell, have fun with that,â you said, bringing Peterâs eyes back to focus on you. âMaybe next time then.â
Ned let out another laugh. It was eerily similar to the laugh he gave Peter when he asked if he looked okay. Something about the sound made Peterâs stomach twist.Â
âYou two have fun!â Nedâs shout disappeared after him, down the sidewalk and into the city. His words left you and Peter alone. You glanced back to him with a soft smile on your lips. Peter couldnât help but smile back at you, even though he did so nervously. His eyes flickered up to yours then back to your lips.
While your smile was unchanged, still yours and beautiful, he kept coming back to your lips. It had to be your lips that were different and Peter leaned in slightly to figure out how. Your eyes widened slightly and Peterâs face burned with realization.
âUh, sorry,â Peter shifted back and let his gaze fall. âSo, what do you wanna do?â
âI-I...to be honest, I donât know. I just missed you over Winter break. Missed, all of you, I mean. MJ and Ned, and you.â You held Peterâs eyes for a fleeting glance before you busied yourself wiping snow off the steps with your boot.Â
âYeah, I,â Peter felt his chest tightened again, âI missed you too, Y/N.â
You looked back up at him, met his brown eyes and gave him a closed-lip smile. Silence fell over the two of you but it wasnât uncomfortable. It was easy, not tension filled and heavy. Being with you was always easy for Peter but this new nervousness that bloomed over Winter break was difficult to manage. He couldnât let his eyes linger on you too long until fear took hold.
The silence too had its limit. âWe should head over to the library maybe. You have Ms. Turner for chem, right? We could study together if you want.â
Peter fought the urge to cringe as his suggestion. In his head, it sounded better, more thought through. He had missed you and wanted to spend time with you. So, naturally, he had to recommend the quiet library. Maybe he was the one that was different, more awkward.
âSure, yeah!â You started down the steps and Peter trailed after you. âSheâs new and Iâm a bit nervous about how she tests.â
âIâm nervous too,â Peter agreed as he fell into step beside you. âAbout the test.â
Peter glanced at you from the corner of his eyes and saw that you were already looking at him. Quickly, you both looked away from the other and started to walk silently towards the library. Every so often, Peter felt your gloved hand against the skin of his bare knuckles. Each time you touched him, a new sense of curiosity struck him. This quietness was different, he wasnât sure that he liked it, and your hidden change still gnawed at him.
Mr. Stark had given Peter many words of wisdom. Always ask questions was, seemingly, his motto when it came to his âinternshipâ. Though, Peter couldnât find the words. Everytime he did, he second guessed.Â
Hey, what did you get up to over break? New style? No, no, no! It had to be your smile. He was stuck on your smile, your lips.Â
Finally, with nerves and desperation bubbling up inside, Peter let the words come out without thinking. âY/N, are you wearing like lipstick or something?â
You laughed, drawing the attention of those around you. The last crosswalk before the library was fast approaching and Peter needed to find out what had changed before you were both doomed to a respectable quiet.Â
âLipstick? No, I am wearing tinted chapstick though.â
âOh,â Peterâs brow furrowed, âI guess maybe thatâs whatâs different.â
âDifferent?â At your amused tone, Peter looked at you, brown eyes searching your face. There was a softness in his eyes and stole your breath away. His lips turned up slightly at the corners, the gentlest smile you had ever seen.
âYou just...you look-â
A car horn, loud, alarming, and terribly frightening ripped through the air. Peter reacted to the sound, lurching forwards and wrapping his arms around your waist. Even with your bag slung halfway on your back, Peter was able to catch you as you nearly fell into the street. The car horn faded into the distance but your attention shifted from death to Peter in an instant.Â
âBeautiful,â he finished.Â
Finally, it clicked. You hadnât changed, but the way Peter saw you had. The way he saw your lips had shifted too. More enticing than ever before.Â
âPeter, IâŚâÂ
âOh, yeah, yeah,â Peter said, quickly helping you back to your feet and out of the crosswalk. âAre you alright?â
âYeah,â you said with a swallow breath. Peterâs hands were still on you, thumbs gently rubbing your coat-covered, upper arm. Your eyes lingered on Peter, unable to tear them away.
His breath, and yours, came out in small clouds, chilled by the cold. Together, you made your own atmosphere and shared the same air. Adrenaline pumped through Peterâs veins, filled, not with curisoulity anymore, but want. He took a step closer.Â
âY/N?âÂ
âYes?â You found yourself coaxed closer by his warmth.Â
âCan...can I kiss you?â
You smiled again and nodded. âYes.â
Peter leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. His fingers dug into the material of your coat softly. One of your hands reached up, cupped his face and accidentally knocked his hat off of his brown curls. Neither of you cared and, instead, savored your shared late-Winter kiss. Peterâs hands trailed up your arms until they gently held your jaw, keeping your lips on his.
Peterâs eyes stayed closed and a smile plastered on his face when you pulled away. A chuckle passed over your lips when you saw how your tinted chapstick left a faint stain on Peterâs lips. Carefully, you used your thumb and wiped what residue you saw away. Peterâs eyes opened at the touch and his smile widened.
âPomegranate?â
âYou like it?â
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Jealousy
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Chris Evans x daughter!Reader
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Type: fluff
Summary: You acknowledge thereâs something wrong with Dodger when, during lunch, he prefers sitting down at your feet rather than your fatherâs.
It was Sunday and, as any other Sunday during which you and your father -the famous Chris Evans- where in Boston, your grandmother Lisa had organized a big family reunion at her house.
Literally every member of your family was there: your grandparents Lisa and Bob -also the house-owners-, your aunts Shanna and Carly with their husbands and children: Stella and Miles, and your favorite uncle, Scott.
Or that was how he had always defined himself.
Out of his three nephews, you were the older -much older than the other two- and it gave the authority to drag you around the house. And he certainly didnât accept a ânoâ as an answer.
At the moment you were sitting on the couch in the living room, gossiping about the lives of his new neighbor. He hadnât been stopping talking about him a second since you entered the front door and, according to everyoneâs faces, you were the only one listening to him.
âHeâs soâŚumphâŚheâs so hotâ he panted and rested his head against the backrest of the couch, âGive me some advice!â he nudged at you, making you flinch, âYou have a hot fucking boyfriendâ.
âYeah, donât tell me about itâ you giggled as you mocked him, âWhy donât you welcome him in the neighbor, maybe with grandmaâs apple pi-â you were suddenly interrupted by a big hairball jumping on your legs, âHi, Bubbaâ, you petted his head and kept doing it while talking with your uncle.
âYouâre the bestâ Scott kissed the crown of your head and screamed in search for his mother. Once she was in front the two of you, he told her about your plan to make his hot neighbor falling in love with him, âAnd then I thou-â
All of a sudden, all the attention was on me. Or better, on the dog on my legs.
âDid he just-?â
âI think he did.â
You lowered your gaze and met Dodgerâs sad eyes, âWhy are you crying, baby?â you asked, though you knew he would have never answered you, âWhat happened to you?â you kept petting him -now on his back, continuously shaken by his hiccups. Then, out of the blue, he put his muzzle in the crock of your neck.
Everybody in the room stared at you, as you tried to calm his cry. Dodger turned into an inconsolable big baby and you didnât know what to do about it. He wouldnât stop crying, so you wrapped both your arms around his body and tightened your grip around him.
When the men, from outside, called you saying the lunch was ready, you embraced your dog and got up -careful not to stumble over anything. Once youâd made it in the backyard, you let go of him -though he never left your side, neither when you sat down around the table. He stood there: sat on his legs at your right with his face turned towards you.
In your plate there was a steak and you knew, better than anybody else, how much Dodger loved meat -even if you dad didnât allow you to give it to him. This is an exception, you thought, only once. So, you sliced the steak and took a tiny piece of it between your fingers, only to give it to your dog -which was more than thrilled to eat it.
The lunch went on very well. You exchanged a few words with your aunts and played with your little cousins as they were sat right in front of you. Not only hadnât him left your side, but he also forced your grandmother to move his bowl from next to the grill to under the table. You made sure none would step on his tail while he was half-asleep.
âHas he ever detached from you today?â grandpa Bob asked you as you approached him on the porch. As usual, he had a beer in his left hand and in the right one three cards. He and grandma Lisa were playing an Italian game with cards -which the woman succeeded in teaching you.
âNot even onceâ, you sat down behind the woman and your dog climbed on your lap, again, âNeither when I went to the bathroomâ, you had been petting him for an infinite amount of time since that morning, âI still donât know what happenedâ.
You and your grandparents were trying to figure out what could have caused his odd behavior when your father jogged up to where you were, âHey, sweetie. Hey, Bubb-â
Dodger angrily barked at him and you could barely hold him in place as he tried to rush to your father.
âWaoh- What has gotten into you?â he reached up for the back of Dodgerâs ears, where his soft spot was, but quickly pulled his hand back when the dog barked again at him, âWhat happened?â he was now talking to you.
You saw him sitting on the armchair in front of you and answered: âI donât know! Just before lunch he came for me and sat on meâ, you put your hands over his ears -as if he would have understood your words, âHe cried like a baby and never left my side since thenâ.
âThatâs oddâ, was your fatherâs only comment as he analyzed Dodgerâs face, to see if anything was wrong with him, âUsually he doesnât leave my sideâ.
âWell, thank youâ, you said a little bit confused by his words, âAlways a gentlemanâ, you commented and focused completely on petting your dog, still wandering why he was acting oddly.
âSweetie, you know I love you more than anything.â
âIâm not so sureâ, as you tried to sit up, Dodger put his paw on your knee and pulled you down. He wasnât strong enough to do it, yet you didnât want to hurt him, âWhy are you doing this?â you whispered to his ear.
A moment after everything was cleared and you couldnât help but burst into laughs.
Your grandmaâs neighbor had recently bought a dog, same size as Dodger but with dark black hair, and she, and his owner, were there that day. You had seen your father talking with her and playing with her dog as he grilled the meat.
Chris had always helped other people with their domestic animals, he loved petting random cute dogs around the streets, though only one owned his heart. And it was Dodger. Whenever they had to be distant, he made sure his daughter would sleep with him and play with him as much as Chris did with Dodger, and whenever he was shooting near to Boston, he brought Dodger on set with him.
The fact that now the dog didnât want his owner to come closer to him made Chris feel bad.
âYouâre such a babyâ, you said laughing, tears forming at the corners of your eyes, âAre you jealous of Dada?â you cupped his muzzle between your hands and kissed the top of his nose, âYes, you areâ. When you raised your eyes, you noticed three pairs of eyes already staring at you and waiting for an explanation, âHe must have seen you playing with her dog-â, you pointed towards the red-haired woman leaving the place, â-and he got jealousâ, then you went back paying attention to your dog, âYouâre unbelievableâ, you laughed.
âWhy do you laugh?â your dad chuckled at you, now petting Dodgerâs head, âYou did quite the same thing when you were younger. Donât dyou are to take fun of my baby boyâ.
âOh, is that so? Is he your âbaby boyâ now?â you got up and threw your bag over your shoulder, âIâm heading home. Get you a ride home, Daddyâ, you knew how pissed off he was every time you called him like that, and you took advantage of it. Every. Single. Time.
You pulled your car keys from you bag and quickly opened the car door by the driver seat.
âWait!â Chris was running after you and so was your dog, to which you gladly opened the back hood. Then, you sat inside and locked all the doors. As your father tried to get in, you shut him down, âOh, câmon! Why he yes and I no?â
ââCause heâs a baby! Youâre a grown-up man who should think before talkingâ, you turned on the carâs engine and faked a departure, âWould you like to say anything?â
Chris groaned under his breath and closed his eyes. After a deep breath, he was back looking at you, âOkay, okay. Iâm sorry. Youâre my baby and Dodger is our babyâ, he knew what to say to make you forgive him.
âJump on, big manâ, as he was sat next to you, you started the engine and left.
After all your father was right; you werenât better than Dodger at being jealous of your father.
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Seeing Green
When your dad forces you to come to a movie premiere with him, you get more hatred than you bargain for.Â
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      âDo I have to go?â You groaned, âcanât Grandma be your date again or something?â Your dad shook his head as he struggled to tie his tie in the mirror of his bedroom. It was the Los Angeles premiere of his newest movie, and normally he flew out one of your aunts, Scott, or your grandparents to be his date. But suddenly you were watching him try on a suit that supposedly matched a set of dresses he wanted you to wear because for some reason, he was determined to make a father-daughter date out of it.
      âNope. She didnât want to fly out last minute since theyâre watching your cousins for the weekend already. Go ahead and start getting ready and Iâll leave the dress on your door,â he instructed. You wanted him to believe that the only reason you didnât want to go was because it was last minute, but that was a bit of an exaggeration. You didnât want to go because you absolutely dreaded what the world would say. They already looked at you with sympathetic eyes because of who he was, and because of the situation with your lack of a mother. But lately, since you were getting older and couldnât pull off the cute kid look anymore, things were getting harder. The press was suddenly watching you. If you gained a few pounds and your dad posted a picture of you, they were watching. If you got a bad haircut, they were watching. If you were doing anything except being Chris Evansâs perfect daughter, they were watching you. And you hated it. You just wanted a normal night in with your family, but that was obviously not happening.
      âI hate you,â you joked in response. Your dad just chuckled.
      âYeah, I love you too.â You walked away and started getting ready, taking a long, hot shower before doing your hair and makeup. A blue, floor-length dress with flowers on the skirt was hanging on your doorknob by the time you were ready, and to no surprise, it fit perfectly. Your dad had people come measure you every time you grew a single inch just so that you always had clothes that fit properly.
      âYou look beautiful,â your dad insisted as you walked out of your room, carrying your heels so you wouldnât have to put them on yet.
      âIâm only going if you promise to buy me Fatburger after,â you responded, crossing your arms over the dress. It was pretty, but the chest area was definitely itchy. You much preferred one of your old t-shirts.
      âI will buy you all the Fatburger you want,â he chuckled. âThank you for coming with me.â
      âYouâre welcome. I guess it looks stupid if youâre alone.â
      âI hate going to these things in general, you know that.â That was definitely a lie; he was a people person. He loved any kind of human interaction he could get. And he was fueled by all of the positivity that came out of it. That was another reason you were dreading going â you didnât want him to know what people were saying about you, even if it took everything in you not to go cry to him about it.
      You just didnât respond â you scrolled through your phone and took a few funny pictures to send to your friends until the car got there. The entire time, your dad was coaching you like he hadnât made you go through media training when he got you your first phone and let you get social media. You knew who not to engage with. You knew not to wander off unless you were with someone from the theater or from his management. You knew to walk a few feet behind him until he asked you to stand beside him. You knew all of that already. It didnât stop the anxiety, though, when the car pulled up to the Dolby and you saw the massive crowd. You fiddled with your phone until it was time to put it into the small bag you brought.
      âOkay, how do I look?â Your dad joked as he prepared to get out. You just gave him a thumbs-up and watched as he got out first, then came to your side and got you out of the car. You tried to ignore the cameras, sucking in your stomach, trying to stand taller, making sure your hair was on the right side of your shoulder. You watched your dad work the carpet like he was born to do it, which he was. And then he held out a hand and you walked toward him, taking his hand.
      âSmile, babe, you look gorgeous,â he insisted. So you did. He walked up to the area where fans were allowed to wait and you stood beside him, watching him sign autograph after autograph.
      âWhoâs this?â One reporter asked Chris as he signed autographs.
      âMy daughter, Y/n,â Chris smiled back at her. âY/n, babe, stand here.â He instructed you to stand closer to him as he started walking again. You could feel the anxiety building up when you saw more reporters, but your dad knew how to get you through it. You grabbed onto his hand and finally followed him into the theater. It wasnât quiet in there, either, and you could feel yourself going into overload as you got your first social media alerts of the night.
      âYou okay?â Your dad asked you, squeezing your hand. You nodded. âAlright. Iâm gonna go say hi to some people. Seats should be reserved in there so you can go ahead and sit down.â You nodded again and brushed past him, walking into the screening room and sitting down. You opened your phone to see a few headlines containing your handle.
      Chris Evans takes daughter Y/N on date to the Dolby!
      Chris Evansâs Daughter is All Gown Up!
      The first few werenât particularly terrible. They were just pictures of you that had somehow already made it online. But then you noticed the people were actually mentioning you, and that was where it got bad.
      Is he really so desperate to take her? YikesâŚ
      Literally forgot he even had a kid...
      If only she wasnât ugly af
      You could feel the tears coming to your eyes and shoved your phone back into your purse, putting it on the ground beside you. The last thing you wanted was for your dad to see any of those, and thankfully he didnât check Twitter very often.
      âHey, you okay?â He asked as he finally took a seat next to you.
      âYeah,â you lied, âjust a little overwhelming.â He put an arm on the back of your seat as you waited for the movie to start. It was a good movie, one of the best heâd been in. At least in your opinion. The role had been really hard on him and he played it so well that you could barely even believe he had been able to come home at the end of the day without it affecting him. But the entire time, your attention kept getting pulled to the messages you had seen earlier. You ended up shaking your leg so much with anxiety that your dad put his hand on it to make it stop, only removing it when you mouthed to him that everything was fine. You were just worried that they would multiply and get worse and worse and worse until it was impossible for them to ignore. You didnât want him to be ashamed of you, but some twisted part of you thought that maybe the internet could convince him to be.
      âIâll meet you back at the car,â you said as soon as the movie ended. You stood up shakily, grabbing your purse, and only then did you realize how hasty you were being. Your dad, poor guy, was confused as hell.
      âWhat? Whatâs wrong?â
      âI just donât feel good,â you lied. âIâll meet you back at the car.â
      âText me when you make it there. Iâll see you in a few minutes.â You felt like you were going to throw up as you walked out of the theater, past the cameras that wouldnât stop taking worthless pictures of you, and one of the security guards directed you to the car that was waiting to take you and your dad back home.
      Made it to the car, you texted him. He responded with a thumbs up, which meant he was too busy to text. Another alert popped up on your phone and, exactly like you were worried about, your mentions were flooded with comments. So many of them were nice â saying you looked just like your dad, saying that you were so pretty, but others were terrible. And those were the ones that got you. They got you so hard that you were sitting in the back of the Tahoe, crying all of your makeup off. You didnât even realize you were letting it all out until you heard the door open and your dad got in, immediately noticing something was wrong.
      âWhatâs wrong?â He asked. âAre you sick?â He extended a hand to check your forehead, and you just swatted it away.  Â
      âPeople are just fucking mean,â you responded, half frustrated. He must have notice because he didnât comment on your bad language one bit.
      âGive me your phone,â he ordered. You did, unlocking it for him, and he scrolled. He chewed on his lip as he did, looking from your crying figure to the phone and back again. And eventually he just shut it off and put it back on the carâs floor. You didnât say anything, but you didnât have to.
      âYou realize these are people who are just bored, right? Theyâre bored so theyâre picking on you?â He sounded angry, but he played it off well.
      âButâŚâ
      âTheyâre just jealous of you, thatâs all. Theyâre being mean because they can, and youâre letting them.â You sniffled a little. His voice softened and so did his face, and he quickly took your hand and squeezed when he realized he wasnât helping.
      âThen why do I feel so bad?â
      âBecause. You have to stop letting these people get the better of you.â
      âButâŚâ
      âNo buts. Promise me youâll just stop looking at these? Or at least taking them seriously? I donât want you to think any of these matter because they donât. Stop crying over people who donât even know you.â
      âThanks, Iâm cured,â you grumbled. You tried to smile, but another tear fell from your eye.
      âTheyâre just seeing green, honey. Theyâre just pissed âcause they donât have a cool dad like me.â You laughed this time, letting your dad pull you in for another hug. âNow. Are we still getting dinner, or are you going to let the internet convince you we shouldnât?â
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YALL OK STORYTIME TACKLING WHY IâM A VERY GOOD WINGWOMAN AND HOW I GOT MY FIRST IPHONE (translated our convos tho)
â ok so my tito (uncle) is hella rich and whenever we hang out i ask him to buy me books hHABXHAJA istg majority of my books in my shelf is from him đâđť
â we go out to malls and different places sometimes with my other uncle whoâs like a brother to me (5 years older) and my tito treats us both to drive-thrus and different cafes :DDD
â NOW around early feb 2020 when there was still no quarantine, me and my uncle were out and we went to the mall. He was single so he was asking for my opinion on passersby, asking me to rate them and I was all whAt nO thAts bAd but yea i think sheâs a 4 (naw everyone was gorgeous i just didnât rlly see what she looked like omg no offense but iâm dumb and i just kept saying 4)
â then we got hungry and he was like âwhere do you wanna eat?â and i said bon chon first, but he didnât wanna eat there (THANK GOD HE DIDNâT BECAUSE IF HE DID NONE OF THE FOLLOWING WOULD HAVE HAPPENED)
â so we went to KFC and while we were in line he was like âwhat about her?â and i asked him where and he gestured at the girl at the front of the other line and i didnât really see clearly but i had to say something else other than 4 so i was like âsixâ and heâs like âhuh just six? sheâs pretty.â JSBDJEIWJW I COULDNâT SEE HER OK SO I WAS LIKE âeightâ and he was all âjust eight???â
â so yeah we ate first and when we left kfc (already in a diff building in the mall but not too far), he was like âeiah, get her number for meâ
â JSBDJEIWOAM!/!/&/& and i asked him what iâd get in return and he said one book, so i was all jUST ONE BOOK??? Make it five đ¤
â so we went back and he waited far away as i made my way back to kfc and the girl was sitting just beside the window eating with her grandma omfg she was gorgeous and in my mind i was like oh damn sheâs a ten
â so i deadass just approached her and said âhi, um, are you single???â i was wearing my uniform and i looked like a sweet school girl getting high grades so no doubt i looked trustworthy
â she was a bit shy but nodded nonetheless omfg she looked so sweet and kind aaaaa jznxjekw and i told her my tito thought she was (i trailed off) and asked her if i could have her number. SHE DID AND DEEP INSIDE I WAS LIKE HECK YES FIVE BOOKS
â so when i got back to my tito i was all đđşđťđşđťđşđťđşđťđşđťđşđť PLS HE THOUGHT I WOULDNâT DO IT WHEN I SHOWED HIM THE NUMBER ON MY PHONEâS NOTES AHXHDHWJAJ
â âif this is a joke and itâs just your number, iâm gonna kill you.â đâđť I TOLD HIM THE ENTIRE THING ON THE WAY HOME and i was like âsince i did that, i should get five books and your iphone xsâ
â he was like âfine, but only if this is real.â
â he sent me pics of him messaging her on messenger omg
â fastforward to a few weeks or so we went out again cos he was gonna buy workout and training equipment (agh that was low key hell i carried a 20kg bag cos the shop didnât allow carts outside and the car was parked out shdjwiw)
â i asked him how things went and he was all âpfft nothing, she didnât answerâ
â ohoho but she did hHAHSHSHA he asked me to take a cool picture of him even đ so he eventually admitted
â then we went out again to get my â¨books⨠i ended up buying the selection series and book 2 to cobab and when i got home i saw he updated his instagram
â HE NEVER USED INSTAGRAM OK NEVEERRRRR JSNDHEJAKA BUT THEN IT WAS SUDDENLY FILLED W HIS BEST PHOTOS LMAO DORK
â and i stalked her facebook and instagram and omg she gorgeouuuss
â then i found out they were dating and he even took her to my auntâs house (kinda like a farm lot but not rlly) kajdieiw he never takes any girl there omfgjfisiJSKEK!!!! he even introduced her to grandma already <333
â iâm so happy for them omg he was single for a long time đŠ i love them both, sheâs very nice iâm glad theyâre a thing now
â then they took me with them to this asylum horror house which was low key embarrassing cos i cussed a hell lot like a LOT. my tito didnât expect me getting scared cos i liked scary shit but the cusses were too crispy-
â but he had to go back to sea so he was gone for months entire quarantine but when he got back boi they spent a lot lot lot lot lottttsss of time together omg i love them đĽş
â OH AND DECEMBER LAST YEAR HE GAVE ME HIS IPHONE YAY!/!/8.8 mind u my oppo f5 sucked ass i will literally never go back to oppo if i were to change phones again no offense
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Burn; Current!Roger Taylor x reader
*Authorâs note*
In light of Hamilton coming out on Disney+ today (watched it earlier this afternoon and WAS BLOWN AWAY!!!!!) I wanted to post this for awhile but never had the time nor did I think I was going to but I then thought screw it I'll post it in light of Hamilton. So this fanfic goes around "That would be enough" (If you haven't read that story GO READ THAT CAUSE SPOILERS!!!) but this time it's in YOUR POV. Plus this song had some heavy inspiration for a sequel-ish part of that fic. So I hope you all enjoy it and have a safe and happy 4th of July to my fellow American readers :)
You can read pt.1 here -------> READ ME
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I sat there in the pub trying to enjoy our victory at the Grammyâs with my Hamilton fam, but what Roger had told me just clouded my mind and it was all I could think about. Â He was my dad. All this time I really did have a father, a freakin Rockstar legend no doubt. Â The man I had come to idolize out of all the four members of my favorite rock band was none other than my dad.
What if he was lying? Maybe he know about this all along? Maybe he kicked my mother aside as soon as she told him? So many questions were buzzing through my mind. Â So many what ifâs and maybes that I almost was about to just start bawling right there in the club.
â(Y/n)? You okay?â I felt a hand at my shoulder and when I turned around there stood Lin. Â His brown eyes filled with concern.
âYeah. Iâm fine.â
âYou sure? You looked really out of it for a second there.â Said RenĂŠe.
âIâll bet sheâs still just star struck from having to sing alongside her favorite rock group. Am I right?â Daveed teased as he wrapped an arm around me and poked my cheek teasingly.
âYeah how did it feel to be up there with Queen themselves (n/n)? Youâve always raved on about how you wished to perform alongside them.â Leslie said.
âOh it wasâamazing.â I trailed off. âExcuse me.â I removed Daveedâs arm from my shoulders and walked out ot eh club to try and get some air.
Once outside I was automatically hit with the cool winter LA air. Â I took a left to the side of the club and leaned up against the wall trying to compose myself. Â Of course I wasnât gonna tell the guys what Roger just told me, no. This was my mess and they donât deserve this gossip, but Iâve got to see whether Roger Taylor was either playing me for a fool or if in fact he really is myâfather.
In the weeks that went by after the award season was done, I called up my momâs brother and sister, my uncle Bobby and aunt Jodie to finally see just what the truth was. Â I first arrived at my aunt Jodieâs home down in Sioux Falls and knocked on the door. The door opened after about five seconds and there stood my aunt Jodie, sheriff of the Sioux Falls police force.
âHey, thereâs my Tony award winning niece.â
âAunt Jodie you know I didnât win the award.â
âI donât care you were denied that award. Iâve heard the album and I saw the show the day it came to Broadway and you were sensational!â I smiled and thanked her with a hug. âCome in, I was just making some coffee before I headed out to start my shift.â
âOh well if youâre too busy we can talk later.â I said as I was gestured inside.
âNonsense, besides Iâm the sheriff I can come in whenever I want.â She bragged. Â I shook my head playfully at her as she went into the kitchen and got the coffee poured out. Â âSo, you said over the phone that you wanted to talk about your mom, right?â
âIn a way.â I said as I took one of the coffee mugs she soon came in with. Â She and I sat down in the dining room and she said.
âOkay. Whatâs going on?â
âLook Iâm just gonna cut to the chase. Is Roger Taylor my father?â her eyes widened and she gulped noticeably.
âWow. That is cutting to the chase.â
âAunt Jodie please. Iâveâbeen literally freaking out about this ever since he told me after the GrammyâsâŚâŚâ
âWait, wait, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on. You mean you actually met him?â
âIs it true?!â I demanded. Â Aunt Jodie set her mug down and sighed heavily.
âGod (m/n) you shouldâve told her the truth.â She muttered into her hands as she buried her face into them.
âSo it is true? Roger Taylor really is my dad?â she turned to me with solemn eyes and took my hand in hers.
âYour mom and Roger were a couple. And they seemed really happy with each other, even from being across the world from each other most days until one day she did move to London with him. God I couldâve sworn they wouldâve been married by the end of the year. But you mom showed up at my apartment one night, drenched in the storm that was here that night with a heartbroken expression.â
âSoâdid heâŚ..dump her? Break her heart?â I snapped lowly.
âTruth be told, your mom left him.â I looked at her in shock. âYeah. It was also when she told me that she was pregnant. With you. Rogerâs child.â She said as she stroked my cheek. Â I turned away from her and I said as I stared at my mug of coffee.
âWhy the hell would she lie to me all these years?â
âBelieve me sweetie. Your uncle Bobby and I tried to convince your mom to tell you the truth. Especially once you heard your first Queen song. Andââ But before she could finish her statement, her phone rang.  She picked it up and answered in a firm tone, âSheriff JodieâŚâŚyeah. Okay. Alright Iâll be there soon.â She hung up and sighed heavily. âSorry sweetie, the team needs me to do a press interview and it canât wait any longer.â
âI understand.â I said solemnly.
âHere.â She spoke after a moment of silence. Â She went over to the living room where she kept all her books and reached the very top of it and pulled out a scrapbook. Â âTake this.â She handed it to me.
âWhat is this?â I asked.
âYour mom got into scrapbooking while she was up there. Itâhas all the pictures of her and Roger together. She told me to hide this shortly after you were born, but I think now since you know the truth, you should take it.â She held it out to me and I took it. Â âYou know, if you donât wanna wait for me. You can see your uncle Bobby. He might have some things to tell you.â
âWait, uncle Bobby knows about this too?!â I said aghast. Â âDid the entire family know about this too? Did grandma and grandpa know about this too?â
âNo. Just Bobby and I as her siblings. In fact your grandfather tried to keep your mom away from Roger when they started seeing each other. Said that he was no good for her.â With that she forced herself to leave the house so that she could meet for that press interview.
âMomâwhy didnât you ever tell me any of this?â I sighed as I left aunt Jodieâs place and headed 30 miles north to meet my uncle Bobby over at his place.
I arrived at his home/garage shop and we were both sitting down in the kitchen. He was currently eating a steak and potatoes and he even asked if I wanted anything but I told him I didnât have the appetite to eat. Â I then explained to him everything that I had found out and it was then he gently lowered his fork filled with mashed potatoes and he said grimly.
âSo you met your old man?â
âGot to perform with him actually. I know you really donât do award shows except for the CMAâs but yeah. I performed alongside Queen and Adam Lambert at the Grammys back in February.â
âAnd he told you that he was your father?â
âYeah. Aunt Jodie gave me momâs scrapbook. Wouldâve told me more but she had to do a press junket or something like that.â
âAlways busy that little sister of mine.â He sighed solemnly. âListen sweetheart; when your mom first started seeing Roger I knew a bit of his playboy rep. Then again what rockstar back then didnât have one? I just told her to be careful. Sure I wasnât all that thrilled with her dating a Brit but I couldnât stop her. But when Jodie called and told me that she had come back home pregnant with you, I wanted to drag her ass back there and have her tell Roger what had happened.â
âSo she leftâbecause of me?â
âOf course not sweetie. Her reason was because of the fact that Queen was finally rising to the heights they had dreamed of. Sheâshe was honestly scared of what Roger would say if she told him. Jodie and I tried to convince her but you know your mama. Stubborn as an ox. Much like yourself.â
He stood up and went to open a drawer and pulled out a small rusted box. Â He set it down before me and he told me.
âWhile your mom could never physically tell you the truth, she tried to see if she could write you a letter. She wrote one every year on your birthday, but could never find the heart to give them to you. She also even wrote some letters to Roger.â
âLet me guess, and she entrusted you with this like she did with aunt Jodie for the scrapbook.â
âThereâs also this.â He left and grabbed an envelope from the kitchen cabinet where he would usually keep bills at.  âThisâŚ..was the letter she wrote on her deathbed. She entrusted me to give this to you when you were ready. Well, guess nowâs a good time as any.â He handed me the envelope and I held that along with touching the lid of the box to reveal hundreds maybe thousands of letters.
I tried to keep the tears at bay from the hurt I was feeling in my chest. Â Uncle Bobby was silence for a moment before he said to me.
âTake your time when you read these letters.â
After a couple of months of finally going through all the letter my mum tried to write to both Roger and myself throughout the years, and finally able to see every single picture of her and Roger together I was numb.
I was the only one left up on stage since everyone decided to go out to eat for their lunch break before tomorrow tonightâs performance which would in fact be Linâs last performance with us on stage. Â I took out one specific letter that was actually written just a few days before my mom finally died of cancer, the letter that she was actually able to finish completely with supposedly the right words she needed to tell me.
I had read this letter so many times that I could recite it almost as easy as my lines and the songs from Hamilton. Â I sat down at the edge of the stage and looked down at it before taking out my phone and went through my rehearsal track and found the instrumental version of Burn.
Much like I had done once before when I was betrayed by my ex-fiancĂŠ at the time I was to star in the show when it first came to Broadway, I sung Burn aloud to myself filling each verse with as much emotion and betrayal I was feeling inside.
However unlike before, I couldnât help myself but mix up some words to what I would normally sing on stage.
Play video
*Me*
I saved every letter you wrote to us
From the moment I read them
I knew you were his
He said you were his
Which makes me his
Do you know what aunt Jodie said,
When we saw your first record arrive?
You said, be careful with that one, love
He will do what it takes to survive
You and your words flooded my senses
Your sentences left me defenseless
You built me palaces out of paragraphs
You built cathedrals
I'm re-reading the letters you wrote to me
I'm searching and scanning for answers in every line
For some kind of sign
And when you were mine
The world seemed to burn.
Burn.
You published your works to the world
You told me of
How you brought my mom into your bed
In clearing your name
You have ruined my life
Do you know what uncle Bobby said
When he heard what you'd done?
He said, sheâs partnered with an Icarus
He has flown too close to the sun
You and your words obsessed with your legacy
Your sentences border on senseless
And you are paranoid in every paragraph
How they perceive you
You, you, you!
I'm erasing you both from the narrative
Let everyone wonder how (Y/n) reacted
When you both broke her heart
You have torn it all apart
I'm watching it burn
Watching it burn
The world has no right to my heart
The world has no place in your bed
They don't get to know what I said
I'm burning the memories
Burning the letters that
Might have redeemed you both
You forfeit all rights to my heart
You forfeit the place in his bed
You'll sleep in your office instead
With only the memories of when you were mine
I hope you both
Burn
âI havenât heard you sing that song with that much emotion since your ex fiancĂŠ cheated on you.â I turned around and there stood Lin. Â He took off his newsies hat and said. âYou sure you donât wanna tell me whatâs going on? Weâre all worried about you.â
âJustâsome personal family drama Lin. You wouldnât understand.â I said as I sat back down at the edge of the stage.
âI may not get it. But I am willing to lend an ear, if youâd like.â He said as he came up and sat down close to me. Â His shoulder brushing against mine as his legs mimicked the same way mine were swinging.
âWhy do you always have to make me succumb to your charms Lin Manuel Miranda?â he shrugged while giving me the puppy dog eyes. Â I looked down at my letter before handing it over to him. âYou can read it out loud if youâd like.â
âAre you sure?â
âItâs better than just you reading in silence. My thoughts will just attack me if thereâs silence.â He took the letter from my hand and proceeded to read it.
ââMy darling (y/n). Iâve written this letter over a thousand times in both versions. I could never find the right words to say but with my time coming to an end, you deserve to know the truth. You know how youâve always loved the songs from Queen? Well, it would seem fate has decided to let you hear them for you see your father is known other than the drummer of Queen.â Whaaaat?â
âI know. In fact Roger Taylor himself told me he was my father right after the Grammyâs. Thatâs why I was late to celebration. I didnât want to believe him, thinking he was a senile old man trying to mess with me. Butâhehe turns out he wasnât. Iâve got pictures from my momâs scrapbook that she made while she was in London of her and Roger together. All domestic like or her being in the studio with them. And then my uncle shows me some of the many letters sheâs tried to write not only to me but to Roger himself about this whole shitshow. So yeah Roger Taylorâs my long lost baby daddy. Surprise!â
âMy god.â Lin said after a long pause. âNo wonder youâve been out of sorts lately. I canât blame you.â
âIâm so confused Lin.â
âAbout what exactly?â
âEverything. My mom lied to me for so long. Not only to me but apparently to Roger as well cause my aunt Jodie said he never knew. But then again I feel thisâutter hatred for Roger because he couldâve told me sooner the moment he found out. Or maybe it wouldâve been better had he never told me at all. I meanâI never knew I had a dad. I always believe he never cared about me or my mom, or died of a drug overdose or whatever. It feels likeâmy whole life has been nothing but one big lie. My entire family knew this secret and yet I find out now almost 30 years later that my father is Roger Fucking Taylor. My idol and favorite member of my most favorite rock band!â
âThat is seriously a lot to take in. I meanâif I were in your place Iâd be reacting the same way. Lost, betrayed, confused, heartbroken.â
âI justâwhy would she lie to me? I thought we told each other everything, and she goes and hides for all my life of who my real father was.â I sighed heavily. âYou know; I used to always come up with the worst scenarios of why I never had a father. Itâs all ranged from the basic âyou get rid of the baby or Iâm leaving youâ scenario. To overdosing or whatever. Or just dying of cancer or some shit like that. But no heâs been living his life as a Rock god. I meanâI should hate him butâŚâŚhe never knew. But then he did, how?â
âWell from what I can tell, and from the pictures youâve shown me of your mom, you both look similar in a way. But your actions is what really makes you like your mom. Iâve seen all the plays sheâs been in as a dancer or ensemble and you have that same fire as she did on the stage. Itâs likeâyou both were made for it.â
âBut I guess I get it from both of them.â
âYeah, you do.â
âStill IâI feel so angry with her for lying to me.â
âAnd itâs okay to be angry. And like you said, Roger didnât know either. He was kept in the dark about it just as much as you were. But maybe when you got to know them along with Adam it mightâve brought some memories back.â He scooted closer to me and allowed me to rest my head on his shoulder.
âWhat do I do now?â I asked defeated.
âWell there is one option, but youâre not gonna like it.â We looked at each other and I said.
âYouâre right I donât.â
âBut youâve got to. (Y/n). you can be angry about this but donât stay mad about it forever. Remember he didnât know either. Itâs not like he packed up and took off. Just tell him how you really feel. Iâm not saying you have to accept him and call him dad as soon as you see him. Justâtell him you want to take things slow. Maybe go out for coffee or well tea since heâs British.â I softly laughed at that last remark. âNow thereâs that fabulous smile my Eliza is known for.â
âNice touch calling me my characterâs name.â
âI know my Eliza like I know myself.â He shrugged.
âYou know thatâs RenĂŠeâs line right?â
âYeah I know. Remember I wrote the script.â
âYeah, yeah, yeah. Câmon Alexander, Iâm hungry and weâve got an until rehearsal.â
âSure thing, let us spread our wings and fly away.â
âOkay now youâre just showing off.â I playfully shoved him as we left the theatre and went to go get lunch.
After another couple months, which made it four months since Roger Taylor told me the truth, I found myself in London to where I had told Roger and discussed with him with what I was feeling. Â He said he was willing to go at whatever speed I needed in order to process this whole thing.
One day after seeing them perform at MSG, Roger and I were sitting together at Central Park right by the Balto statue having a cup of coffee together.
âSo whatâs new with you my dear?â
âWellâŚ..Iâve been giving this some thought. AndâI think itâs time I announced my leaving of Broadwayâs Hamilton. Maybe even leaving Broadway all together.â
âReally? What made you decide that?â
âWell. Truthfully Iâve been thinking aboutâŚâŚmoving to London.â He turned to look at me and I turned to face him.  âNow before you say anything I know I should be thinking about this but I have. My aunt and uncle donât even live remotely close to me so thereâs nothing really tying me to New York. And also, I wasâhoping that now that Queenâs done with touring for now, maybe you and I couldâŚâŚspend more time together.â
âI would like that very much.â He said with a warm smile. âI just hope you arenât doing all this just for my sake. Like I told you before, Iâm willing to go at your own pace.â
âAnd I thank you for that Roger. Truly I do. ButâŚ..I gotta stop giving into this anger thatâs been festering up inside of me. After all you didnât know about my mom being pregnant when she left you. AndâI guess I just need some time away from home.â
âIf you need a place to stay until you get on your feet. Or for even longer than that I will not say no to it. You can stay with Sarina and I. Weâve got more than enough rooms.â
âThanksâŚâŚ..dad.â he looked at me surprised and he said.
âYouâyou actually called meâŚ..â
âI figured it was about time I did so. Iâhope I didnât make thingsâŚ.â
âNo, no, no, no, no not at all love.â He hesitantly reached up towards my face before he finally placed it up against my cheek. Â I closed my eyes and leaned into his palm. âGod. Youâreâthe perfect mixture of both your mother and myself.â
âYou know, Daveed always teased me about just how much I looked like you when you were in drag for the I want to break free music video.â He laughed.
âOh god that was a fun day on set. Probably one of my favorite videos to shoot.â I smiled softly at him and leaned up against his shoulder and said.
âDo you think they wouldâve liked me? John and Freddie I mean.â I felt Roger sigh heavily and he said as I felt his arms wrap around me.
âThereâs no doubt in my mind Freddie wouldâve tried to spoil you. And John, Iâd bet heâd be trying to turn you against me.â I softly chuckled and embraced my dad and nuzzled my head into his shoulder.
The two of us hugging each other finally sitting together as a real father and daughter.
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Who Said Love Was Easy (9/12)
There are many different kinds of people who come and go from your life. Some will stay constant and sturdy like a river, growing alongside you, others will come like a whirlwind who wreaks havoc and leaves just as quickly, then there is everything in between. In this twisted maze of connections, that is where our story begins. A steadfast boy, a girl with a past, a little bit of alcohol, mistakes, and some love. Where can you go wrong with that?
angsty fluff
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âI donât know. I mean it's a good thing that my grandma is actually caring about me now right? But why do I have a bad feeling about it?â
âSheâs an old woman who lost her only son. You learn things after someone dies, one of them is who was truly genuine and who had ulterior motives. From what I know she was the nicer few of the bunch to begin with, whatâs wrong with her finally treating you like her own? Isnât that what you wanted?â
âWell yeah but that was when my dad was still alive and my life wasnât such a mess. I feel like this is just some calm for yet another storm to hit me.â
âHey now, your life hasnât been that bad.â
âChangbin. I was practically kicked out and for the first six months I was mooching off of you until Aunt Hyorin found me an affordable place. I couldnât live off of the money I was left forever so I had to start working on top of going to school. My life has been living by solving one problem after the next. Now Iâm set for university with my scholarships AND my estranged grandmother wants to love me? Too many âgoodâ things are happening lately, something is bound to go wrong.â
âStop being such a pessimist. Is it wrong to finally get what you deserve, a good life?â
âOptimism doesnât keep you alive my friend. Pessimism is what allows me to still be sane even after all of that.â
âAnd this is why Iâm taking you out drinking. You need to loosen up and unwind. Life doesnât ever follow a set path so why worry when it hasnât happened yet, especially when you have so many back up plans for this unknown inevitable,â he joked as pushed me yet another drink once he noticed mine had finished.Â
âWell last I checked, when I tried last time you got mad at me.â
âThose are two completely different things. I said loosen up not go wild. You were challenging people to drinking contests and the loser paid for the drinks. I had to literally guard you from guys trying to cop a feel at your drunk ass and donât get me started on what happened when I took you home and accidentally put your code in at your neighborâs door.â
âOkay the whole thing with Jaehyung-oppa was completely your fault. Iâve lived there for how long? And you still mistook his apartment for mine?â
âWell Iâm sorry I was tired after having to drag your drunk self around as you whined and tried to fight me to let you stay out longer.â
âBut hey, I never lost.â
âHalf the guys let you win cause every time you did you would jump around and hug them before rubbing it in their face,â he rolled his eyes.Â
âFine, yet here you are taking me to drink once again so why are you questioning me?â
âThis time isnât one of your patterns though so weâre safe. Last time was pattern two because your brother-â
âAh- we are not speaking about that or I will go back into pattern two just to spite you,â I warned. âNow if youâll excuse me I need to use the restroom.â
   I know Changbin is trying, heâs watched me fall apart after my brother who I thought was my only ally in that family iced me out like the rest of them. He was also beside me as I forced myself back up but I knew he could tell I wasnât completely myself. All my motivation has since been drained and Iâve just simply been⌠living. Not like I didnât have goals, it's just, I can see it within reach yet my feet refuse to move towards it as if theyâve rooted themselves to the ground beneath me. As I came back, Changbin was nowhere to be found and the bartender let me know he had stepped out to take a call. With a sigh I slumped back into my seat at the bar as I ordered a new drink. It felt like time ticked slowly as I waited for Changbin to come back. My eyes scanned the room, taking note of a few interesting characters until I noticed someone approaching. From the look in his eye and the sleazy smile on his face, his intentions were very clear. I immediately stood and made my way over to the first person at the bar that I saw alone and called out immediately.Â
âOMG is that you?! I havenât seen you in forever!â
âIâve never met you before though?â the boy mumbled.Â
âIâm sorry but please work with me. That guy over there is making me uncomfortable,â I dropped my voice so only he can hear, âyou can just continue to mumble to yourself, donât mind me. â
â By myself? But my friends were just-â
   He moved his head around as if he had just noticed his friends were no longer there. Well the place was crowded and he wasnât there earlier so my guess is that they got separated by accident and no offense but thank god for that. Casting a glance I could tell the guy wasnât buying it so I turned to talk to the boy in front of me yet again.Â
âSo whatâs up with you that your friends took you out and let you get this wasted?â
âItâs nothing big, I just canât get over a girlâŚâ
âWhat was it? Break up? Rejection?â
âNeither, I canât even tell her I like her to begin with but now I canât because she has a boyfriend. Not like she would consider me anyways.â
âWell you seem like a decent person so I donât see why she shouldnât but tell me about her. Iâll give you a girlâs perspective. âÂ
   I wasnât planning to be so invested in our conversation but there was something about him that had me so captivated. I mean yeah he was my type but then there was how his features softened, and there was this sparkle in his eyes when he spoke about this girl⌠In the midst of it all I got a text from Changbin, teasing me for âgoing after a guyâ while he was away and told me heâll be waiting back at our seats. On the other hand, the boy had poured out his history with this girl, from their odd meeting to his inevitable downfall into love. There were ghosts of facts about himself as well but never enough to build a full picture of his character. Although his main focus this whole conversation was this mystery girl⌠above all reason, I started to have a crush on this boy. Dumb, I know. My heart literally chose to play the fool in this story. Itâs just⌠There is something about how he talked and the starry look and the gentle smile and then my brain just kinda went âI wish he looked at me like thatâ and then I hated myself for doing this to myself. Luckily not long after my brain had realized, his friend had found him and apologized before dragging him back to his group, leaving me to go back to Changbin.Â
âWait so you knew all that when you met me again? Thatâs fraud you said you could just tell.â
âI can just tell. That night you werenât really descriptive when you talked about her, you were a little too into the âwoe is meâ thing so all you really said was that she was pretty,â I rolled my eyes. âSo when your eyes practically followed her every move during your shift, I was able to connect the dots.âÂ
âAnd after knowing that you still chose to have a⌠crush⌠on me?â
   It felt foreign to hear it from him himself. Iâm usually the one bringing it up, itâs weird to see him acknowledge it for once. Seeing how careful he is about bringing it up, can I say that weâre close enough that he cares about my feelings? Wait no. Okay y/n letâs not be pathetic now. You are better than that. No need to grasp at crumbs.Â
âIt wasnât really a choice. I think you can agree with me on this, it was more like a virus. You just kinda plagued my mind that night and you never left after that.â
âI literally just talked about Gahyeon though, you didnât hear anything about me unless youâre not telling me something. â
âI told you everything but there is something called reading between the lines, you wouldnât get it,â I answered. He doesnât need to know that the love in his eyes sparked me back to life because I wanted to feel like that about something or someone again. I smiled at him and jokingly added, âBut I will say I liked you from that night but after getting to know you I really~ like you now. â
âWhatever,â he rolled his eyes with a chuckle.
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Rock-a-roo! Plot bunny! Throbb where theyâre married with a kid whoâs technically heir to both the north and the islands, conflict ensues!
Youâre seriously gonna end up making me change my username into that (that is, if youâre the same anon) lol. Anyway, i love this, thank you, I had to write something out of it, hope you like it! (I have no idea how to write conflict though, so this is basically following half of the plot bunny but letâs just... yeah i donât know)
Disclaimer: I donât think somebody in Westeros could ever come up with the idea of a surrogate mum, so letâs just leave how Robb and Theon had their kids up to whatever theory you prefer, since this just implies they have kids, not how they got them.
âHouse Mormont?â Robb stared at his daughter as she chewed on her applecake, her brown eyes looking uncertain and somehow guilty.
Robb snorted - he was about to reproach her, when his husband rolled his eyes, as he dragged their youngest baby into his lap, and spoke up: âOh come on, even I know the answer to that!â
Aris scoffed, and rolled her eyes as well: she looked so much like her father it almost hurt.
âMy lesson with the Maester is in a few hours, I donât need you to quiz me,â she said.
âAnd I know whatâs their sigil, itâs... a bear?â well, that definitely sounded more like a question than an answer, but at least she got it right. Although...
âYour aunt and uncle are lady and lord of Bear Island, how could you not know that?â Robb poured himself a glass of wine: it was early in the morning but sometimes his kids exhausted him, especially his twelve year old daughter, since she resembled way too much of her other fatherâs antics.
âI do know that!â Aris exclaimed, violently sticking another piece of applecake with her fork.
âBut itâs not like it would have been a big deal if I didnât, I mean, Iâm not the heir of The North,â she mumbled.
âThe North and the Iron Island darling, do not forget that,â Theon added, pointing a finger at her. Aris literally stabbed her applecake with the fork, staring at her father as if to say ânot you tooâ, which was understandable: Theon never really cared less about his kids (nor himself) learning house sigils and mottos. Though this time, his native lands were involved, and he had to point that out, he had to remind his kids (and himself, most of all) how he managed to get to rule the Islands, no matter what his father had always thought of him.
Rowan, their youngest, a little redhead who barely turned one, laughed at his sisterâs face and clapped his hands. Aris just grunted, and turned around the moment she heard the echoes of footsteps coming into the hall, her black braids flying around like a whip.
âThere he is, our heir! Dad, why donât you ask him whatâs House Tyrellâs motto?â she exclaimed, welcoming her older brother with a wide sarcastic smile on her face.
Robb could swear he could read his fifteen year old sonâs thoughts, only by the expression on his face: he would have gladly thrown a sausage at his sisterâs head but he was quite aware that if he dared doing so, his dads would have grounded his ass until the day he would have had to sit on the throne.
âItâs âGrowing Strongâ, sweet sisterâ he said simply, sitting down next to her.
âAnd who knows, maybe Iâll die young and youâll have to take my place,â
Robb risked choking on his wine at that. He started coughing and his face turned as red as his hair. Still trying to go back to breathing in a normal way, he stared at his husband, silently asking him for help.
Theon just rolled his eyes, and stared at his firstborn in exasperation: âYouâre not going to die young, Arrow, do not say that: your father might have a heart attack and youâll have to sit on your beloved throne sooner than youâd wishâ he replied.
Arrow just shrugged, a few lock of his black curls falling on his forehead, right above his blue eyes: âWell, you never know, someone might want to try and kill the heir to the North and the Iron Islands and...â
âTheyâll have to go through me, first,â Robb claimed, his voice still a little raspy, as he poured himself a glass of water, leaving the wine aside, no matter how much he would have wanted to drink another glass (or a whole bottle): the thought of someone trying to hurt his kids got him mad, most of the times. He would have gone through the Seven Hells and back as long as he could keep his children safe and pretty much everyone in his kingdom knew that: that was why they better think twice before trying to kill his son.
âAnd me,â Aris said, folding her arms. Theon stared at her in adoration, as he did most of the times. Rowan clapped his tiny chubby hands once again. Arrow just rubbed his index fingers over his temples: âFirst thing Iâm doing as a King will be abdicating and making Aris my heirâ
Theon chuckled: âItâs not that easy, sweet thing: otherwise we would have been under Queen Sansaâs reign by nowâ
âWell, sheâs still your Handâ Aris pointed out.
Arrow smirked: âPlus, we all know dad accepted to be King so that he could come up with a law that allowed you both to get married.â
Theon raised his index finger, but it took him a moment before he started talking: âFair point. But we could have just asked Sansa and she would have made that law for us,â
Robb smiled lightly: his decision to allow any kind of wedding had been delightefully appreciated by most of their people: Robb had no idea there were so many other people like he and Theon, people who had fallen in love with the âwrongâ person. That rule had made their kingdom happier, stronger, surrounded by peace and harmony. Robb was sure his son would have made sure it stayed that way. Being a King, especially at a young age, wasnât easy, and the gods only knew how much Robb was aware of that. But with Arrow it would have been different: Robb would have taught him all he had learnt during all those years, he wanted to make sure his kid never found himself ruling a kigndom all of sudden, with no idea what to do, as it had happened to him.
He went back focusing his attention on his sonâs words: âPlease, we all know you wanted to brag about you and dad being the first King & King in history,â he said.
âBut guess what, I couldnât care less about being King, just let Aris be the heir alreadyâ
Aris stomped her foot behind the table: âI do not want to be Queen, I want to be captain of the guard like aunt Arya or master of ships like aunt Asha!â she cried out.
Arrow rolled his blue eyes, the same shade as Robbâs, and filled his plate with sausages: âYeah of course. Itâs easy for you. Youâre not the firstborn, and youâre still too young to understand what itâs like. Wait until the Maester starts bothering the hell out of you about marriage,â
That word made the young girl blush violently. The shade of red on her cheeks was so bright her tanned skin looked pale, compared to it. She dropped her fork, it landed on the plate, above the applecake, and tiny little pieces of apple spread all around. Aris stood up from her chair, not even bothering to ask to be excused (these are all Theonâs genes, mother would have skinned me if I dared acting like that, Robb thought).
âI think Iâll go... to the godswood. Yeah, I think Iâll go prayingâ she said.
Arrowâs lips turned into a smirk that could have easily competed with Theonâs: âYeah sure, or are you gonna go meet the stablemanâs son? You two seem to be good friendsâ
Robb thought his kid got to be kidding, but when Arisâ blush deepened, he frowned so hard he almost hurt himself: âWait what?â he snapped, staring at his kids in shock.
âAs I saidâ Aris mumbled, avoiding looking into her parentsâ eyes. âThe godswood. Iâm going. Bye, see you later,â
Theonâs laughter echoed all over the room. Robb would have gladly smacked his head on the table, but he still had to calm down from the shock knowing his little girl could already have a love interest caused him.
âGrandmaâs probably praying by the godswood right now, I wouldnât go there, if you donât want her to ask you about housesâ mottos too,â Theon told their daugther, loud enough for her to hear him even from the other side of the room. Aris didnât turn to answer, but she gestured nervously: âYeah, Iâll just go training thenâ
Robb saw Theonâs face lighting up and one second later, little Rowan was sitting on his lap.
âWait for me, I can help you, you still donât know how to hold the bow the right way!â Theon got up with such urge he almost flipped his chair and stumbled three times in a row.
Aris gasped dramatically: âHow dare you!â she yelled.
Robb and Arrow exchanged an exasperated look, as they both shook their heads. They were alone now. Well, Rowan was there too, his curly little red head turning around, his eyes staring curiously at everything and his tiny little body staying still only thanks to Robbâs firm hand wrapped around his chubby hips. But he was still far too young to understand what they were saying.
Robb extended a hand over the table for his oldest kid to hold. Once he did, he squeezed it lovingly: âYouâre gonna be a good king,â he told him.
Arrow smirked sadly: âDo I really have to be the King, though?â
Robb sighed, and squeezed his hand a little harder: âYou wonât have to worry about sitting on the throne for a long time, sweet child of mine. Just take it easy, okay? When the moment comes, itâs going to be up to you to decide what to do. But until then, Iâll teach you all Iâve learnt.â
Arrowâs muscles relaxed a bit, his smile softened, his blue eyes sparkling with happiness.
Robb smiled as well. He stood up, carrying little Rowan on his hips, and walked to the other side of the table, so that he could reach out and squeeze his sonâs shoulder: âMake sure you finish your breakfast soon: uncle Jon is coming in a few, and he wants to train you with the sword.â
Arrow snorted, and covered his face between his hands: âDamn, heâs gonna kick my assâ
Robb laughed heartedly, and ruffled his oldest sonâs hair. Yes, Jon would have definitely kicked his ass. And he would have attended the whole show, Rowan still in his arms, Satin standing next to him, as he filled him in on how his and Jonâs lives were going, while Theon and Aris would have practiced with bow and arrows nearby, the young girl screaming happily at every time she hit the target, and Robbbâs hubandâs laughter spreading all around their kingdom.
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always be my maybe
â Summary: The one where Zuko and Katara could never quite get their timing right. Especially when the universe throws a lost condom, thousands of miles, and a baby in their way.Â
âI will literally french braid my pubic hairs and never open my pussy to anyone ever again if this condom doesnât kill me. Please donât let it kill me.â
â Genre: Modern!AU, Celebrity Chef!Katara, Doctor!Zuko, Love, Rosie!AUÂ
AO3Â @zutaraweek
âGo a couple rounds, leave Zukoâs dick up in a casket!â Toph screams into the microphone, undeterred by the various guests who stare up at her, mouth open and half-chewed, dry-as-fuck chicken spilling out. It wasnât her fault, really! As soon as Zuko handed the mic off to her, he basically gave her free reign to spit a Megan Thee Stallion verse in his honor. âSing with me, bitches! Look up the lyrics on Genius.com, Cheryl!âÂ
 âSit down !â Katara squeezes out from clenched teeth, ripping the device out from the girlâs grip.Â
 âI didnât even get to the chorus, you fucking whore .â A bridesmaid nervously plucks the mic from their table and avoids eye contact with both of them. âWhatâs going on with you, bitch?â Toph asks quietly. She could tell Kataraâs been doing her fake smile for the last twenty minutes. The girl was practically going to break her face open with how hard she was grinding her teeth.Â
 âJust thinking.â Katara wants to smack herself in the face, pinch a nipple and bring herself to reality. Everything felt too real, and Toph could sense it. Sheâs the type to somehow sense when Katara shifts in her seat a certain way to covertly satisfy a cooch itch, and then buys her Monistat the same day.Â
 She hates that she could never hide any emotion from her. Toph could always figure out the puzzle pieces that were Katara. One of the few to know the real her, besides Zuko.Â
 Sometimes Katara thinks the younger girl knows her better than him. At least now. Especially now.Â
 âAbout?â Toph takes an experimental sip from the wine glass, and gags. The juice tasted like Gatorade and cum. âWhy the fuck would anyone want a dry wedding? Weddings are the only time you get to see your alcoholic uncle vomit all over the brideâs shoes, and then your closeted aunt has to wipe up the puke and her reputation from the floor while thinking of her secret girlfriend at home watching Tiger King .âÂ
 âThat example was extremely specific and extremely unnecessary.â Katara brushes a crunchy curl, doused in hairspray, from her eyes.Â
 âSorry, I got distracted. I had dick on the brain, or whatever Rihanna said,â Toph mumbles, risking a bite of the chicken.
 Katara turns to see him at the coupleâs table in the center of the extravagant wedding, and sighs. âAnd for your information, I was just thinking when will he penetrate my esophagus? You know, just girly things.âÂ
 Toph has the gall to slap the girl on the cheek.Â
 Katara holds her stinging face, eyes narrowed in an unspoken threat for fucking up the parts of her face she didnât set with powder (she was going for a dewy look, sue her). âNot fair! You were the one who called my throat the baby chute earlier today!â
 âOk, throat goat. One, heâs getting married. Two, youâre sick.âÂ
 âMy therapist will most likely cosign that,â Katara sighs. Toph holds Kataraâs hand and leans her head on her shoulder as they watch Zuko mingle with guests.Â
 This is the happiest day of his life.Â
 Her best friend of twenty odd years was getting married. He looked so handsome, so happy. A suit that looked like it would cost someoneâs rent and a half casually hugging his muscular frame. A blinding smile on his face, cheeks flushed from champagne and excitement.Â
 When he turns her way, his smile grows impossibly wider. Toph clinks on a champagne glass with a fork, breaking it a la Princess Diaries , and Katara could feel the stares of nearly everyone in the room, ready for her speech.Â
 It should be the happiest day of my life, too.Â
 Right?
 Katara thinks she wants to cry.Â
 //
 Now, how come none of those Judy Blume, coming-of-age books have a chapter on how to write a Best Woman speech for your best friend getting married to another woman, even when you were struggling with the fact that you might have been in love with him for the past two decades?Â
 Bitch, what the fuck do you even start that Google Doc with?Â
 Does she start at 4 years old? When Katara thinks Zuko is an annoying piece of shit? Â
 But, you know, heâs her piece of shit.Â
 Guys have hepatitis, or cooties, or whatever Sokka said, she couldnât exactly remember. All she remembered was Zuko sucked. He stole her crayons and made fun of her Hello Kitty backpack on the first day of school. He was the stupid one, not Hello Kitty . Never Hello Kitty . Sheâd shoved his face into the playgroundâs wood chips, threatened to cut off his peepee for breathing down her neck with his retainer breath, and even stuck his head in between two slices of white bread and lovingly referring to him as an âidiot sandwichâ (Sokka let her watch too many Gordon Ramsey hosted shows while their dad was working late).Â
 Zuko and Katara were practically inseparable ever since.Â
 Or 10, when you were asking for trouble if you fucked with Zuko. Â
 He was a tiny kid, glasses too big for his head. Hair shaggy, clothes too oversized for him (just the way he liked it). His dad had tried beating it into him that it showed weakness by not making waves, not being loud and proud. But, he was quiet by nature. For him, it was just easier.Â
 Not stirring the pot, being the observer, looking in from the outside. He was just Zuko , he liked Wonder Woman comics and figuring out what other words besides BOOBIES he could spell with his calculator instead of actually doing his math homework, because he was bad at math. Bad at everything, really. Everything but band class. Even if he did hate that stupid fucking tsungi horn.Â
 His mom would hide his report cards from his dad, especially the ones noting how shy he was (Mrs. Kim had used the exact words âvery antisocial, very easy to bullyâ). Even when Ursa would ask him to try, try to make friends outside of Katara, he was always a stubborn little thing. Something you got from your father , she would say, the smile slipping off her face just the slightest.
 It was just more fun being by himself, the only exception he made was Katara. He spent his recess scribbling down a plot for a Love Amongst the Dragons Fanfiction and listening to Kataraâs iPod heâd steal from her, just because he could , after she snuck it out from her backpack for the 10 minute break they had. It was the iPod she spent the last two Christmases saving up with Sokka for. Zuko insisted he could master Ludacrisâs rap in Usherâs âYeah!â and practiced the Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays she had custody of the device.
 Some days, Katara would sit beside him in her signature puffy blue jacket, struggling to fold herself to fit on the blacktop beside Zuko. The patented jacket her grandmother forced her to wear every single day obstructing her abilities. He snickers, but keeps quiet, content with plotting out a story that he would hopefully get to type out on the school libraryâs computers if his mom picked him up late again. She usually did, much to the dismay of the ladies at the front office. They typically hissed at him (which made him cry, to which they would have to offer him a cherry Otter pop so they wouldnât face a lawsuit) and called his mom words he couldnât repeat without getting in trouble (âWhoreâ).Â
 Katara would babble on about her day, sometimes thinking of ways for his characters to die a painful death, or cooking up Fanfic plots for BeyoncĂŠ and Britney Spears to find love among the chaos of a zombie infestation. She always insisted she brought the creative range to their friendship. Some days though, Katara forgets all about him and plays handball with all the most popular girls in school.Â
 Zukoâs jealous.Â
 (Sometimes.)Â
 Sheâs my best friend! He wants to scream in their faces. At the end of the day, he thinks heâs going to lose her. The day she realized she was too good, too cool for the likes of him.Â
 âChan, stop it!â Zuko squeaked, his notebook snatched from underneath his nose. The boy was always picking a fight. Your dad buys you a Motorola flip phone and suddenly you think youâre the shit.Â
 The boy sneers at Zuko, flipping through the pages. âWhat do we have here? Are you drawing Shrek with boobies? Youâre gonna jack off to that later, freak?âÂ
 Before Zuko could get a word in and defend his honor, Chanâs entire body was shoved to the ground, a dainty foot cased in a light up, white Skechers sneaker pressing into his face. Zuko couldnât help his glee as Katara could barely be peeled off and stopped from repeatedly slamming Chanâs face into the hopscotch chalk court. âItâs all ogre now, bitch!âÂ
 She made sure to pin her detention slip to her Bratz backpack with pride. Zuko buys two treats that day from the student store before he walks her home.Â
 âYouâre my best friend, forever and ever,â Katara declares, head held up high. Zuko saw through it, though. He knows sheâs scared of what Hakoda has to say, what Gran Gran has to say. So, he holds her hand tight, trying to relay his gratitude in the touch.Â
 He licks at his Spongebob popsicle. The eyes had melted off and looked more like someoneâs worst nightmare than an icy treat. Katara had wanted his cherry Otter pop, and he happily handed it over. âPinky promise?â He holds out his finger.Â
 Katara hooks her finger around his, dwarfing his tiny digit. Her outstretched smile stained orange. âIâll break yours if you ever forget.âÂ
 At 15, Katara came to the realization that men have the emotional intelligence of a Souplantation crouton (may Souplantation rest in peace).Â
 Growing up, with their dad and grandma always at work at their store, Katara was always in charge of cooking. No matter how many times sheâd try to get Sokka to do it, he always insisted he was far too busy with taking out the trash, killing bugs, hating women. So, she was stuck with it, and honest-to-Rihanna, really liked it. Not that sheâd ever let Sokka ever get the satisfaction of knowing it. It was her time to be alone, gave her the space to pop in a Cheetah Girls CD and pretend she won Masterchef with the struggle meal straight out of a Spam can she had to pound on a few times to get it to squeeze out from its gelatinous casing, or a whitewashed recipe she tried replicating whenever she catches a Rachael Ray rerun.Â
 Though, Kataraâs favorite time was chopping up the green onions under Ursaâs careful eyes, a hand always just there in realign the knife just in case sheâd carelessly cut the green onions too big to garnish. Then, Ursa would then take out scissors because nobody had time for that. When his dad wasnât home, Zukoâs mom opened up their doors across the street to the siblings, rambling about the next big painting she was planning as they scarfed down a home cooked meal.Â
 Zuko was similar to his mom in that regard. They were the type of people who managed to make everyday moments larger-than-life, made it infectious, too. When itâs nighttime and heâs snuck into and snug in Kataraâs room, heâd tell her dreams too big for anyoneâs comprehension. Sometimes he dreamed he had tits that would leak chunky chicken noodle soup. Sometimes heâd ramble until her eyes are flitting shut and heâs left talking to himself and measuring his hand with hers, securing the leg she instantly throws over his waist. Heâd like to think he was her only exception in the Souplantation crouton narrative.Â
 Her bed is starting to smell like him, too. His favorite Costco brand shampoo and conditioner that he leaves in her bathroom, permeating her nostrils when she pulled him close. She even let him put up a Drake poster right next to her plethora of Rihanna ones, but only after he let her draw a penis on both his and Drakeâs face. What he didnât account for was her using a permanent marker, or the fact he couldnât scrub it away from his cheeks for the next two days.Â
 It was easy like this, just the two of them.Â
 Heâs there for all the birthdays and Halloweens and Christmases that left her not quite feeling whole. When things were hard, when things fucking sucked, when she wanted nothing more but to die. He was there, (stupidly) holding out his hand and willing to be the eye to her hurricane.
 At 15, Zuko decides Katara feels home. Â
 At 18, Zuko had already been Kataraâs many firsts.Â
He was her first buffet partner, and brought back his Justin Bieber haircut just to pretend he was 12 so they could qualify for children's rates and a complimentary Oreo cheesecake because they were always celebrating his âbirthday.âÂ
 Her first clubbing partner the second she turned 18, rubbing her back when any BeyoncĂŠ song with a Jay-Z feature came on because the second he cheated on BeyoncĂŠ, he cheated on everyone in the Beyhive. The first one to have to hold her as she hurled on his shoes, the first one to have to take her to get her stomach pumped.Â
 The first person she tried to roll a joint with.Â
 âI donât need to learn that.âÂ
 Katara purses her lips. âAnd why not?âÂ
 He gestures to his face. âIâm too pretty. Only ugly bitches know how to do that . âÂ
 Sokka thinks he needs to intervene when he hears Zukoâs tsungi horn case being chucked across the room .Â
 The first person she (almost) fucked.Â
 His family life was, for lack of a better word, fucked up. Katara had been witness to the drinking, the drugs, the crying. The nights where she sometimes didnât know if the person standing in front of her was Zuko. She just wanted one night away from it all, just one night out on the town.Â
 âThat was kind of terrible,â Katara admits easily, wincing because she was sure he spilled Papa Johnâs garlic dipping sauce in his shitty Corollaâs air filter last Tuesday. He tried positioning his arm naturally underneath her head while their half naked bodies were pressed together, but he ended up smacking off her glasses. He even had the audacity to contently sigh as though he accomplished something, rather than just tangle her hair and give her a tension headache.Â
 She felt lied to! Cheated! Bamboozled! Hoodwinked! All the Shrek and Y/N stories on FF.net could not prepare her for the fact that there werenât any tongues fighting for dominance, or any mouths that tasted like cinnamon or musk or shit like that. It was just retainer to retainer and smelled distinctly of her awkward friend (cheese). It was sweaty and a lot of weird humping and felt like a visit to the gyno.Â
 âHey! I thought it was pleasantly average.â He clears his throat. âYou know, besides the fact you farted mid-insertion and I started crying after 20 seconds.âÂ
 âYou mean right after you came, right?â She says matter-of-factly.Â
 He glared. âIs it my fault you have a gorilla grip pussy? Is it?âÂ
 âZuko, youâre so fucking â âÂ
 âWhat happens when you put a hot dog in the microwave for 2 minutes?â He crosses his hands and folds them over his lap like a professor waiting for a volunteer to answer the equation on the board.Â
 âSo in this metaphor, are you calling my pussy a microwave?âÂ
 But in true Zuko and Katara fashion, it was clumsy and a mess and could be erased with an emergency Burger King outing where they ate in silence and pinky promised never to speak of it again.Â
 She wonders if Zuko shouldâve been her first date to prom, too.Â
 She wants to stop feeling so bothered . She couldnât quite pin it, but lately everything he did frustrated the shit out of her. How he was taller than her now. How he didnât need her to fight his battles because he goes to the gym now and wears a fake Gucci belt because heâs just so cool (brooding Asian guy is the trend, and Zuko thinks heâs the blueprint). How he said yes to going to prom with Mai, the prettiest girl in their grade.
 âDonât look in there!â Katara yelps, a blush creeping on her cheeks.Â
 âWhy?â Zuko questions, taken aback. He was entirely too comfortable in her room.
 âUm. Maybe I donât want a freak going through my dirty underwear pile!â Her eyebrows are halfway done, and she only has one eyelash glued on. She was stressed, scared her dress might not fit with how many of Sokkaâs cookies she stress-ate because she just wanted the night to be perfect .Â
 âRelax, what are a few discharge stains going to do to me, huh? If anything, it gives your pussy some much-needed personality.â Zuko wasnât going to stop until he found his fake Gucci belt in Kataraâs closet.Â
 âZuko!â Katara screams at the top of her lungs.Â
 âDo I have to remind you about the time you broke our friendship bracelet while masturbating and I dug the bead out of your vagina like the good friend I am?âÂ
 She shoves him back from the closet, crowding in his space. That belt was going to remain in its rightful place. âOh, fuck you! I took the fall for you when you opened your laptop in history class and forgot to exit from your âVIBRATING PANTIESâ porn tab!â She pushes him before plopping on her bed.Â
 Katara buries her face in her pillow at that point, too entirely embarrassed and body too hot to continue to look at his nonchalant face. He doesnât quite remember when exactly Katara became so cute .Â
 Pretty? Definitely. Fearless? For sure.Â
 But blushing Katara, embarrassed Katara, cute Katara?Â
 He thinks itâs because they rarely saw each other now, despite his patented place in her bed. His band, Hello Zuko, was aiming for at least a few dive bar performances to build a reputation, especially with their new title track âTennis Ball.â Katara was a familiar face at their townâs soup kitchens.
 âWhere are you going?â he would sleepily mumble as he tried taking his midday nap before late night performances.
 Kataraâs hands are full with ingredients, swaying side to side and eyes red and drowsy. âTrying to temper chocolate. Why? Whatâs up?âÂ
 She never misses a performance, though. Comes to them with a sparkly poster doused in glitter, and t-shirts with his face on them and everything. He never misses a fundraising event, making sure to bring a steaming thermos filled with tea because Katara was never the type to remember to take care of herself, and always buys out her fundraising goodies (even her overbaked brownies.)Â
 He pulls her up by her ponytail, cupping her face in between his hands.Â
 âYou look cute.âÂ
 âYou look like the human equivalent of toeless socks,â Katara mumbles, face squished in between Zukoâs hands. âWhy are you giving my clit piercing a kiss kiss right now? What do you want?âÂ
 Zuko shakes her head in between his hands. âPinky promise me youâll drop all penises to dance with me if they play any Usher song?â It was like he was in fifth grade all over again. âCall me a Nissan because I just want you Altima-self.âÂ
 She lets out a cackle, the sound nearly deafening. âDonât worry, the DJ will get us falling in love again in no time.â Â
 âDo you have to go with Jet?â He asks, pouting. He lays his head in her lap, too entirely preoccupied with picking at her pilling sweatpants to look at her questioning eyes. They promised they were going to be each othersâ dates at the beginning of the school year. It was more fun going to dances with Katara. She knew how to do the worm and every lyric to every Rihanna song out there (but she refuses to sing any with Chris Brown parts).Â
 âWhat? You know I like my men stupid.â She runs her hands through his locks, undoing the crunchy gel job that Iroh had painstakingly spent time on. Zuko didnât have the heart to tell him it made him look like a youth pastor.
 âYou do like your communal meat thermometers.â He wants to keep the hurt out of his voice.Â
 She shoves him off her, getting up to put on the dress hanging off her closetâs door handle. âYouâre going with Mai, remember?â She yells through the closed closet door.Â
 âBut the thing is, Iâm not planning to fuck her afterwards at the shitty hotel like itâs some type of CW show with some old bitches playing teenagers!âÂ
 âJust say XOXO, Gossip Girl .âÂ
 He still resents her for getting him invested in Blair Waldorfâs headband collection. âItâs not my fault Jet looks old. He looks like heâs at least 27 for fuckâs sake!â His face grows more distressed as he spits out each word. He only said yes to going with Mai after finding out Jet asked Katara using some shitty poster that said âmy heart is always running when I see youâ with a box of Nike outlet sneakers after English class.Â
 âI think youâre just jealous that I emptied my intestines for someone who is about to be in it within the next three hours. When have I ever done that for you?âÂ
 Zukoâs about to retort something until Katara slams open the door, flooding his eyes with a dusty blue, curve hugging dress that did weird things to him. Like make his heart beat out of his chest, and his throat all dry when heâs searching for the words to say. Looking for the right words that say he thinks itâs impossible someoneâs smile could make sunsets brighter, make the stars twinkle even more, make the unthinkable just a fingertipâs grasp away.Â
 âCan you see the outline of my underwear and/or desperation from the back?â Her spin has him bumbling like an idiot.Â
 //
 He wishes it was Katara that night. Letting him shyly press his sweaty fingers into her waist as Katy Perryâs âE.T.â pierced their eardrums. He knows she would have pinched his nipples as punishment, all things considered. But the fluorescent lights of the disco ball wouldâve highlighted how her pretty flush would dust her cheeks, and he would hold her close to his beating heart despite her complaining her foundation would stain his Target dress shirt, and everything would make sense.Â
 âDid you cum?â Jet was absolutely pretty with an oh-so fat horse cock. Too bad he was like the Justin Timberlakes of the world, and always spoke unprovoked.Â
 Katara scoffs. âYeah, I came to my senses.â She flicked his forehead. âHow would I do that? Tell me. How the fuck would a few thrusts and you panting your Sweet and Sour sauce breath in my ear get me off?â She shoves the sweating boy off her. âCan I say jk and will it make me a virgin again?â The hotel room had scratchy sheets and smelled like a waterpark bathroom.Â
 He groaned. âIâm sorry .â Heâs completely unremorseful. âYour tits smell like Cinnabonâs cinnamon rolls and I couldnât help myself!â Katara is about to cut his dick off for breathing in the same vicinity as her, before a gasp stops her entire world.Â
 //
 âZuko!â she screeches, opening the hotel door with the same devastation as when Britney Spears discovered Ryan Seacrest wasnât gay painting her features.Â
 âYou know what they say.â Zukoâs smirking, entirely ignoring Katara fuming. âChlamydia is the powerhouse of the cell.â
 âYouâre. A. Dick!â She says in between smacks to his head. Jet makes a speedy exit, still pantsless and clutching his suit to his chest, while Zuko mouths a â call meâ to Mai, who amusedly waves goodbye to Katara.Â
 âOh god, this is exactly like the bead incident all over again.âÂ
 â Youâre not helping! âÂ
 âMaybe weâll find Atlantis up there too,â Zuko murmurs, concentrating on positioning the hotelâs mirror under her legs.Â
 âPlease, Rihanna. Have mercy on me.â Kataraâs hands are in prayer mode as Zuko turns on his phoneâs flashlight. âI will literally french braid my pubic hairs and never open my pussy to anyone ever again if this condom doesnât kill me. Please donât let it kill me. All those times I took an extra gummy vitamin were a joke . I never wanted to die, I just wanted to feel a little thrill in my life. PleaseââÂ
 Zuko screams when the squelch of the condom splatters onto the mirror.Â
 //
 âYouâre wearing underwear under there right?â He likes the look of his blazer draping over her, buttoned to look like a chic, oversized dress and not because it was the easiest thing to throw over Katara to run and grab Plan B.Â
 âNo, because I would obviously let my fat cooter out, cute and bare and vulnerable in a Walmart.âÂ
 âA simple yes would have sufficed.âÂ
 Sheâs reaching for the box and wincing at the price when she feels a gentle nudge on her arm. âMaâam, your entire pussy is out in a Walmart,â the employee breathes out pathetically.Â
 âI am well aware.â She ekes out.Â
 The employee eyes her up and down with a gaze that practically calls her a whore . âPlease put her away.â Zukoâs face grows beet red as he tries holding back a laugh.Â
 It was always easy like this. When the world was just Zuko and Katara, holding hands in her driveway while they watched the sun rise in his shitty Corolla. Sheâs still wrapped up in his blazer, heâs since loosened his cheap tie and his hair is sticking every which way. She likes his smile, especially now that it comes so easy.Â
 Heâs smiling a lot more now that his father is gone. Ozai essentially told Azula and Zuko to fuck off , and ran off to some big city to steer a hospital with too many controversies and too many white guys at the helm. Iroh came back from his meditation sabbatical, enthusiastic to take care of the siblings. Zuko seems a lot happier with Iroh around, and even spends nights sleeping in his actual bed. (Kataraâs a little hurt, but keeps that to herself).Â
 She wishes she could bottle up these moments with Zuko up and just hold them in her hands. Moments when they were still young and curious and still had time to wait for life to figure itself out. She wants to find a way to make these a permanent fixture, instead of memories that would fade with age. âLetâs get out of here,â he offers up, eyes starry.Â
 âYeah?â She folds her knees up to her chest, and he taps her under her chin to level their gazes.Â
 â Republic City . We can make something out of lives. Medical school, culinary school. Get out of this shithole. Get away from our past.â His smile is contagious. âBest friends, forever and ever, right?âÂ
 Sheâs so pretty, her wide eyes sparkling as they take in the rays of sun. She returns his smile. âBest friends, forever and ever.âÂ
 Katara remembers how Ursa would say Zuko always dreamt too big, his heart always wanting so, so much .Â
 âItâs a blessing, but more of a curse,â she would note, with the wisdom only mothers are capable of possessing. Sometimes, Katara selfishly thinks the day Ursa left hurt her more than it hurt Zuko. They were impossibly close, to the point where Zuko even had to intervene when Ursa started siding with Katara during their arguments (he knows in his heart his Motherâs Day macaroni portrait of her was better).Â
 She would wonder how the world could let her live like this, dangling something sheâs always wanted right in front of her face, only to snatch it away. Wonder if it was easier to die, than live with a hole in her heart that seemingly doubled in size overnight.Â
//
 âZuko, please look at me.âÂ
 Heâs mad, she could tell. With his pout and the way he was forcibly trying to squeeze his eyes in a glare. Heâs been sitting in the same spot in her bed, eyes trained on tutorials on how to convincingly persuade your doctor to give you an adderall prescription and âwho bit Beyonceâ conspiracy videos.Â
 âWell, what if I just wanted you to respect my privacy! For the first time in 15 years! Maybe I needed space!â She yelps after twenty minutes of the silent treatment.Â
 Zuko sends her a look that has her freezing up on the spot. âKatara, you had a whole baby .â
 She felt thoroughly scolded, but she was stubborn. âAnd? What about it?âÂ
 âYou had an entire one, and didnât even bother to tell the godfather? When was I supposed to find out?âÂ
 Katara didnât think that one through, to be honest. It was easy to forget, in between diapers that smelled like a fish sauce and an expired Vagisil smoothie, and balancing work. She lays down beside him, thoroughly exhausted after putting her little girl, Yue, down for a nap. âOne, who made you the godfather? And two, I guess weâre just not close like that.âÂ
 âLook, I literally have your social security number memorized, and have practically given you a Pap smear. You really want to say â weâre not close like that ?â He sends her a look that has her resolve faltering the slightest. âYou did your pregnancy announcement like a Sailor Moon transformation sequence with before and after pictures of you being pregnant, and you didnât think to fucking tell me?âÂ
 Katara gasps. âI had you blocked !âÂ
 âAzulaâs a snitch!â He also got a glimpse of the photo of Katara in her hoe time dress that barely fit over her belly with the caption: how the mighty have fallen . He pauses, sucking in a breath of air for strength. The hurt flashes in his eyes and the only thing she could think to do was wrap him up in a familiar embrace.Â
 At 19, Katara is so incredibly lost, and just wants her best friend by her side.Â
 Heâs busy, the summer before everything Republic City. Everytime she tries their house, Azula answers, rolling her eyes while clad in a Harry Styles shirt, because itâs a girlâs rite of passage to go through a One Direction phase and wear badly made merchandise from Hot Topic. Heâs usually busy packing, or fucking Mai until she sounds like a car alarm during Fourth of July fireworks.Â
 âAzula, no . You cannot kidnap Maiâs younger brother and trade him in for concert tickets to send a message.âÂ
 âNot even for floor ones?â Kataraâs glare summed up her answer. âI used to look up to you,â Azula retorts, returning to her stan Twitter.
 She waits, waits, waits. The moans keep coming and she just rolls her eyes. Her stomach churns, mainly because she thinks Mai called Zukoâs dick The Pussy Penetrator every time he hit her g spot (you know what, good for her). But also because her scholarship to the university was less than she expected, and Hakoda didnât want to cosign on a loan. She just wanted her best friend to be there for her.Â
 She feels sick, sick enough to vomit in one of Irohâs plants, while Azula rubs small circles into her back.Â
 âYou shouldâve swallowed,â Toph reminds, bundling Kataraâs thick hair into a ponytail as the girl hurled up her California roll. Sheâs so exhausted, she even leans her head against the Walmart toilet bowl, five positive pregnancy tests tossed carelessly beside her.Â
 âThink itâs too late for that,â Katara grits out. âWhat are you doing?âÂ
 The last thing she expected was Tophâs hands gathering together in prayer formation. âPraying to Rihanna your period comes.âÂ
 Like many people her age, having a mental breakdown during a pregnancy scare and praying for a miracle in a public restroom was normal. But for the first time in her life, besides the time Rihanna willingly twerked on Drake at the 2011 Grammys, Ms. Robyn Fenty herself failed her.Â
 âFetus deletus that bitch! Fuck them kids !â She brings herself eye-level to Kataraâs stomach. âRead the womb, bitch!âÂ
 âDid you just call my unborn baby a bitch?â Kataraâs eyes are bleary from the smell of vomit and her future going down the drain.
 âYou shouldâve kept that bitch-baby in the drafts,â Toph sweeps the stray hairs from Kataraâs watery eyes. âMy cousin saved up for her abortion by running a pyramid scheme. I can get you her number.â
 Katara wanted to die. âI think Iâm just going to crawl in this toilet and die. Call my brother if I donât get flushed down all the way.âÂ
 âAgain, Iâm just a Walmart employee,â Toph snickers, helping the girl up. Sheâs rarely left her side since then. Their friendship just works, a pair of fuckups. The girl with the accident baby, and the Walmart security guard trying to figure out her own shit after running away from home.Â
 âI shouldâve been there!â Zuko reminds, tone heavy with betrayal.
 Katara remembered the few moments before he boarded the plane to Republic City. She wanted to be selfish. She wanted to tell him to not get on the flight, to keep holding her like he did at the entrance of the gate. She had a kiss ready on her lips that he wasnât ready to give, backing away when their faces were too close, when she was too close. He just couldnât bear the thought of leaving with regrets.
 âI shouldâve been there holding your hand, letting you call me names, and fighting nurses if they breathed too close to this precious angel,â Yue holds his pinky with her little fingers, almost as though it was a natural reaction. His heart simply seizes up at the gesture, and he holds her tighter to his body. She was wailing after waking from her nap, colic crackling her throat for the last three months and causing her middle of the night wakeups to be painful and frequent. But with Zuko, sheâs all calm and perfect and polite and beautiful and angelic.Â
 âDidnât know you liked kids this much,â Katara shrugs. She leans in, and Zuko throws his free arm around her.Â
 âIâll have you know I am the resident expert in telling childrenâs stories,â Zuko insists.Â
 âLike?â Katara quirks up her brow.Â
 âLike Rumpleforeskin, the mythical man who can weave majestic golden fleece from the ends of his pubic hair.âÂ
 She smacks him upside the head. âYouâre disgusting .â She curls in deeper into his embrace. He had that twinkle in his eye that could mean he was going to masturbate to this moment in the shower later, or he was in love. It renders her breathless every timeÂ
 She hopes when he looks at her he doesnât see the eye bags, or the titty milk leaking everywhere, or the permanent crease in her brow. She hopes he could still see her, underneath it all. When she was just Katara .Â
 âI guess, not telling you was just my way of keeping our dream alive.â She pauses, stroking Yueâs barely there hair. âI keep thinking that one day I could find the time to go to Republic City, and I donât know. Get a chance to just be me .âÂ
 âDo you regret it?â Zukoâs rubbing circles into her back until she gets sleepy and her heart feels too full.Â
 âI donât know.â She tries, quiet, almost ashamed. âI donât know.âÂ
 //
 At 21, Katara feels like sheâs at the top of the world.Â
 Not only did she get promoted from girl wearing a dumpling costume outside handing out 15% off coupons that only worked if you left a Yelp review, to a server in a shitty dim sum restaurant, she was also accepted in the culinary program at the local university. It wasnât Republic City per say, but Yue could attend the nearby preschool and go to the university-run childcare program afterwards while Katara was working.Â
 She even got a hold of Jet, who refused to disclose his location or job. But judging by the copious child support mandated by some judge who hated men as much as Katara did, he was doing well. He sometimes Venmos Katara a few extra dollars on Yueâs birthdays.Â
 Sokka and Hakoda, while hesitant to the little girlâs presence early on, spoil her absolutely rotten. When they think Kataraâs passed out after her 14 hour days, theyâre red in the face, screaming at Zuko over the phone about who was going to get Yue the Peppa Pig Playhouse (complete with flashing lights) she always talks about.Â
 Hakoda even tries at therapy, wanting to be there for the apple of his eye. Sometimes, Kataraâs hurt he never tried for her, tried in her childhood. Sheâs happy for him, nonetheless.Â
 (Mostly) everything was working out.
 âHow are both my girls doing?â Zuko would always sing-song during his nightly Facetime calls. Yue would scream and snatch the phone from Kataraâs hands, delighted at the sound of her one and only Uncle Zuzu. Heâs an extravagant gift giver, regularly sending Yue glittery Hello Kitty and Wonder Woman backpacks. He even buys her a whole iPad for her fourth birthday, already coming with child safe settings on and YouTube loaded with her favorites (namely, Barbie: Fairytopia ). Heâs guilty he couldnât come home, but then again, he rarely ever did. Too consumed with work, grad school applications.
 Katara canât help but feel her heart pulse the slightest bit faster during those calls, even if she shuts it down as quickly as it comes.
 Heâs so good to her .Â
 She used to cherish those moments he used to tell her secrets, dreams, everything in those hours early in the morning before high school would start. With approximately 3,209 miles between the two of them, she wakes up to texts instead.Â
 **
Zuko: I dreamed that I was being held at gunpoint by one of those thicc caterpillars from A Bugâs Life , and if I didnât finish the MCAT in approximately 20 minutes, they would shoot me in the face. The dump truck ass of those ants were the bullets
Katara: Please block my number
Zuko: No. <3
**
 Heâs all gentle smiles and eyes squeezing into little half moons just like Yueâs after he plays a game of Facetime patty cake and messes up on the beat just to hear the little girl laugh.Â
 The next month, Zuko had decided enough was enough . He missed his girl.Â
 His hospital, for the first time in a year, was letting him have the weekend off. So he books Katara a ticket straight away, because he thinks heâs going to die if he has to be around people who donât know who Megan Thee Stallion is.Â
 âBoys only speak two languages. English and emotional manipulation,â Toph reprimands, hugging Katara so tight she could barely get in a word. âPlease remember that.âÂ
 It was her first time leaving her hometown in her life, her first time on an airplane for Godâs sake. Sheâs jittery though, the cushioned seats Toph somehow upgraded her ticket to (after covertly whispering with the gate attendant) doing nothing to alleviate her nerves.Â
 When she jumps in his arms in baggage claim, he breathes in deep. Her hugs have always warmed his insides, and he didnât realize how much he craved it until he was greedy, pressing into her and refusing to let go despite her many protests.
 âCome here often?â he mumbles, smiling into her shoulder.Â
 Her cheeks grew hot at his touch. âOccasionally.â She whispers back.Â
 He decided there and then in front of Gate 3 they needed to make up for lost time as quickly as possible.Â
 The college party is entirely too sticky, entirely too messy for a proper (extremely) late 21st birthday celebration. Her crop top and big earrings and glittery eyeshadow and endless curves has Zuko wondering how much heâs missed in the last few years. When she hugs him close to her and screams out Nicki Minaj lyrics, he doesnât remember her being so soft and even prettier. Beautiful. Breathtaking, knocking the wind out his lungs if she as so much blinked.Â
 She looks like any 21 year old, without a care in the world, just figuring out their life. He wonders what this version of Zuko and Katara was.Â
 Maybe they got to go to Republic City together. Maybe they work in the same building, and are just letting steam off from work. Maybe they loved each other. It was dangerous though. He feels as though sheâs caging him in, that grip on his heart sparking up again without his permission. Her fake lashes he saw her glue on in the airport bathroom flutter about, hands coming up to accentuate her words every time she tries to scream something in his ear over the pulsating music. He just grips her waist harder between his hands, holding her tight.
 //
 In a perfect world, all she saw was him. She wishes it was him. She sometimes thinks she sees Zukoâs eyes in Yue. She sees his smile. She sees his heart.Â
 While theyâd spent the entire night stumbling through the city, his girlfriend was home. Barefoot, pregnant. Looking like the cover of some womenâs lifestyle magazine, stray curls escaping her bun to frame her face in all its angelic glory. Glowy and flawless and every bit beautiful. Different from the girl Katara caught crying in the kitchen. âYou can hate me all you want, you can talk shit about me all you want. But I love him,â Jin insists. âIâm his girlfriend , for fuckâs sake.Â
 Katara has to stop herself from recoiling. She had a specific vision of their future. One that included doing taxes together and matching sweaters and teaching him her new macaroon recipe and Yue balanced on his lap.Â
 But one look at Jin, and it becomes glaringly obvious how little she fit in with his new life.Â
 âI donât hate you, Jin.â Itâs every bit sincere, but the girl doesnât look convinced.Â
 Jin rolls her eyes. A pointed look freezing Katara in her place.
 âOk, I mightâve complained once or twice about your VSCO filter choice.âÂ
 âYeah, Zuko sent a screenshot of your texts to me instead of you by accident.âÂ
 âGod, you know he always fucking does that? To be fair though, M05 is too orange and is not a good look on anyone. You can do better, I know you can.â The two girls laugh. It was devoid of any genuine emotion, just meant as an attempt to fill the empty space between them. âIf I had known. Fuck, if I had just known, Iâm sorry, Jin.â She had no idea Zuko had a kid on the way, that they were still living together and determined to co-parent while their relationship was in a weird limbo. If she was Jin, she wouldâve kicked someoneâs pussy and made a scene and set something on fire. But Jin wasnât that type of girl. Jin was soft and pretty and looked like she smelled like an interior designer's perfectly bleached asshole.Â
 âDo you love him?â Jin seemed to shrink into herself, small enough Katara might miss her in a blink of an eye.Â
 Katara couldnât quite decipher the meaning behind the question. She thinks sheâs too scared to.Â
 Katara doesnât know how to respond. She didnât trust herself to speak. This Zuko wasnât the Zuko she knew. She loved the Zuko who would steal peopleâs Netflix passwords off of 4chan, and cosplay as Todoroki at Anime Con to make a few bucks. Not the one who can afford sky rises in the big city.Â
 He didnât even tell her that his big internship in the city was for his fatherâs hospital, and he was next in line to running it. âYouâre a lawyer with health insurance and your own Netflix account! Youâre good for him, Jin.â Katara falters the slightest. âI just want to see Zuko happy.âÂ
 âMe too.â Jin says quietly.
 âWhatever, fuck Zuko !â She tries at extending the olive branch. âI canât believe youâre preggers!â She puts a gentle hand on Jin's belly, and her vagina immediately winces. âYou know, your vag will never look the same, and you might grow a third boob in your armpit.âÂ
 âYouâre lying .âÂ
 âYeah, a lump of breast milk can form there, too!â Katara is about to scroll to the photo in her phone when Jin laughter breaks through the night.Â
 //
 âI hope your dick gets bitten off mid-blowjob!â She whisper-screams, struggling with her suitcase until it smacks all at nearly every corner and edge. She was just making noise for the sake of making noise, but it made her feel better.Â
 He didnât expect waking up to a charge on his card for a flight booked in the last ten minutes, or Katara shoving his good mixer in her suitcase.Â
 âYou hate it donât you?â He always loved it when Katara went into Hulk mode anytime a bully dared test her protective nature. While it was never entirely directed at him, he now understands exactly why Chan peed his pants. Katara was terrifying .Â
 âWhat?â Zukoâs confused, rubbing an eye booger away.Â
 âYou loved it when Iâm crying over Jet, crying over something, fucking something up in my life. Being mad at the world. You hate that Iâm better, and making something of myself now!â Sheâs angry and grasping at straws.Â
 Zuko furrows his brows, not sure where to progress from here. âOk, run that by me again?âÂ
 The air vanishes when her stare cools over to absolutely icy. âThereâs nothing else I can give. So what the fuck do you want from me?âÂ
 He laughs, all hollow and almost mocking . âYou know, I was afraid of you coming here.â He lies. Â
 She stops in her tracks. âWhat the hell do you mean?âÂ
 âI thought...I thought you wouldnât get this new me, because itâs different!â He protests. âSee, this is exactly the reason why! Youâre mad I can afford real Gucci !âÂ
 Katara recoils, looking embarrassed for him. God, were men so fucking stupid, and so proud of it, too. âAre you fucking serious.âÂ
 Zukoâs frustrated, running his hands through his hair. âWhat the fuck are we doing, Katara?âÂ
 âYou tell me!â She demands. âIâm not that kind of girl, Zuko! Iâm not that kind of girl that is going to break up a fucking engagement, or whatever the fuck you weirdos are doing!âÂ
 He throws up his hands. âIâm not happy! Weâre not happy.âÂ
 âWhat? You think now that youâve sold your soul to your piece of shit dad and you can buy jewelry that wonât turn your fingers green that Iâm going to fuck you?âÂ
 âNo! Iâm not saying thatââ
 Katara scoffs. âThen what the fuck are you saying? Grow up, Zuko. Grow the fuck up and just leave me the fuck alone .âÂ
 âYouâre still Katara.â He throws his hands up in the air, trying to stop her. Even if he felt like his entire world was falling apart, there was one thing he would always be certain about. âIâm still Zuko. The same Zuko who loves you .âÂ
 Katara turns her head, not willing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her upset. âThe thing is, this isnât you, Zuko.â Katara says with finality. âIt isnât you .âÂ
 When she gets home, she spots it right away. On their dining table, white paper folded neatly, Yue was the type of little girl who looked to both sides of the street before crossing, repeating it two more times to be safe. She always took extra care to make everything even, never a wrinkle in sight on her homework.Â
 The Crayola family portrait that brought to life everything sheâd imagined and more. Katara doesnât have the heart to look for longer than a second.Â
 //
 At 27, Kataraâs pretending that itâs the happiest day of her life.Â
 She didnât think he would listen to her, you know, men rarely did anything right. Zuko, though, heeds her warning and only calls exactly two hours before Yueâs bedtime like clockwork. There werenât any surprise texts to wake up to anymore, no more evidence of Zuko in her life. She doesnât even find out about Jinâs affair with one of those Axe commercial guys until months later.Â
 When she goes to unblock his number and text him, to try and talk to him, she gasps. She sees those grey iMessage bubbles, and sheâs ashamed her heart splutters, awakening a feeling she thought sheâs dampened. She puts her phone down for milliseconds, before checking it again and again and again. She finally threw the damn thing across the room when a week passed.Â
 She thinks itâs for the better, especially when she was sure she finally got things right with Jet.Â
 â Weâll make this shit work together.â Jet reassures, gathering her close to him she could see every little detail of him. âLike Kanye said, âyouâre a MILF, and Iâm a mother-fucker.âÂ
 She covers her ears, pushing him into the restaurantâs glass door. âNo thank you. No more non consensual reciting of Kanye verses.âÂ
 âYeezy, breezy, beautiful, baby. Get into it.â Jet winks, and Katara feels herself gagging again.
 Then again, Katara always had a thing for stupid. And for three easy payments of $Penis.99, he had an all access experience to her pussy and her trauma.Â
 âAnd he bought me those carrot cake cupcakes I always look at when we go to the supermarket but I never want to chance it because it could have raisins instead of nuts and I think I hate raisins more than I hate white men named Nathaniel.âÂ
 Toph jabs Katara in the forehead. âWow, he spared $5 on some dry pastries, and your pussy was suddenly screaming pick me, pick me !âÂ
 âThey were gluten free, too,â she points out. âPlus, my pussy doesnât scream!âÂ
 âOh right, my bad! It whispers!âÂ
 â Toph !âÂ
 âLast night I heard it go wash me! Wash me!âÂ
 It felt good with him, though. It felt good to see him help Yue with math homework, making dinner in their little kitchen, pressing kisses to her in the morning despite her breath smelling like Khloe Kardashianâs earring backing pussy. Someone to come home to.Â
 âPiece of shit, Iâll fucking kill you!â She was punching him over and over again until her knuckles were ripped raw, sitting straight on his throat. Beating him stupid in the middle of her shift. He thought he could get away with it. With Katara now stuck in the kitchen as one of the head cooks, and the fact he had a reservation in one of the private rooms for him and his secretary to go over...numbers, he didnât think much of it.Â
 Too bad Toph was too invested, and had a friends-to-lovers storyline to live vicariously through.Â
 âScram, fuglies!â Toph screamed to other customers who had already started chanting âWorldStar!âÂ
 Katara lost her job, lost her mans, lost a section of her eyebrow because Toph accidentally tried helping and swung the wrong direction.Â
 âCatch me outside, how âbout that!â She yelps triumphantly, despite the fact Katara was cradling her own bloodied face.Â
 And here she was, about to lose her best friend, too.Â
 She accidentally Facetimed his old number, and spent the last hour mulling over her feelings with an executive of a porn studio who picked up mid-shoot. âJust tell him you love him!â The balding man is exhausted.
 âWhat do I even say? Do I tell him, âI think Iâve always loved you?â Is that too cheesy? You know that feeling when your heart justâOh my fucking god! Is that Sandy Cheeks from Spongebob ?!â She screams, slamming her hands over her eyes. The squirrelâs melons-for-tits would never be erased from her memory.
 He only has fear in his eyes when he looks at her. âYou didnât see anything.â Robert bites out, promptly hanging up.Â
 In her post-Jet purge, she realized she wasnât the type of ex dead set on destroying his things. After all, she was selling his light-up keyboard to pay for Tophâs birthday boob job. Her residual anger was instead, spent hacking away at the drawer he always kept locked. Until she found it. Â
 A letter from him.Â
 â Iâve always been afraid that our friendship wouldâve spilled over until all I could do is categorize it with four simple letters .â Katara whispers, eyes frantically scanning the paper. âAnd Iâm done being afraid .âÂ
 âThe four letters heâs talking about is D-U-M-B B-I-C-T-H . Dumb bitch. The âbitchâ is silent.â Toph insists. âI canât believe you let a balding bum, whose credit score tanked because he invested his entire savings in Shake Weight Milkshake making machines, knock you up instead of Zuko.âÂ
 âIt was innovative at the time,â she whispers.Â
 âFill the void in your heart, not your pussy.â
 She's whipping out her shitty MacBook Air, and praying his email still worked. But when she calls all she sees is her.
 âYou told me to come to Republic City and find him!â Mai exclaims, holding up her hand where a big ring blinding the fuck out of her.Â
 She feels her heart crumble at the same time she crushes the letter in her hand.Â
 âI did do that, didnât I?â Katara winces. The time the model stopped by in their hometown, Katara was still happy and getting her pussy pounded regularly and let that shit get to her head. She thought it would be a blessing in disguise, and wanted to help Zuko out, too.Â
 "Fuck."Â
 //
 Their wedding looked ripped out of a 2014 Basic Bitch Pinterest board, and sheâs definitely sure she couldnât be happier.Â
 âWhy is her name spelled like âMaiâ and pronounced âMay?â Like, shouldnât it be spelled like âMei?ââÂ
 âKatara, youâre just being a bitch,â Toph reminds while Katara stares at the sign with their wedding hashtag in front of the photobooth with all the âYOLOâ signs and 2013 mustaches.
 âI am well aware!â She asserts, chin jutting out.Â
 Maiâs New York Fashion Week ready body was gorgeous, perfect in Zukoâs hold.Â
 Katara wished life was like a rom-com. Where she could burst through the doors, declare her love, piss on him in her ugly, big bridesmaid dress and mark her territory once and for all.Â
 But life wasnât a movie. Life was just this shitty piece of dumpster fire shit and was always fucking her over like the Target self-checkout line camera.Â
 What could she do? Deliver some long-winded speech about how she would go to realign the stars in the heavens if it meant a chance to rewrite their fate? That she hoped she visits his dreams before his mind could settle into reality, the same way he visited hers and overstayed his welcome every single time? Make everyone uncomfortable and wonder if they boned?Â
 Then again, she was never going to be the one to block her best friendâs blessings. Not on the happiest day of his life.
 âI think this is the happiest day of my life.â Katara says seamlessly.Â
 Zuko sees it though, sees right through her and has to stop himself from reaching out to her.Â
 âIt wasnât ever easy being Zukoâs best friend. I mean look at him now, getting married to someone perfect . Heâs not even in the same ballpark, league, or hell, stadium porta potty as her!âÂ
 Zuko ducks his head with a brief pout that breaks Kataraâs heart. Everyone laughs in spite of him, until he joins in, too. âYou know, itâs easy to pretend that finding love is easy. You could find love in all the little things in your life. All the people, all the details. Itâs easy to say you always, completely, truly love someone. Because thatâs what we want love to be, right? At the surface, sure.â She folds the flimsy paper she had on hand, nothing was written on it anyways. âYou want it to be perfect.âÂ
 âBut the love everyone works so hard to get, is the love thatâs hard . Itâs the love that isnât safe. The love that challenges, excites you, the love that will never have limits. The love thatâs messy and beautiful all at the same time.â She looks at him, truly looks at him for the first time in years and all she could do was smile.Â
 âItâs easy to find love, but itâs near impossible to find a soulmate.â She raises her glass. âJoin me in a toast to the bride and groom. I wish you a lifetime of happiness.âÂ
 And while everyone is gathered out on the dance floor, sheâs sobbing pathetically and smearing the winged eyeliner she worked so hard to perfect on the car ride there. Trying to stop any of the pain from consuming her.Â
 Sheâs out on the rooftop of the venue, the cold air whipping her face as she tries lighting up a blunt.Â
 âAre you getting high at my wedding !â Zuko is incredulous, and shocks Katara enough to drop the joint off the roof.Â
 âOn all things Fenty Beauty, bitch what the fuck?â Katara wipes the tears from the corner of her eyes.Â
 âThe flower girl wanted to see her mommy.â But Katara sees right through Yueâs little act. Pretending to sleep so she could be held by Zuko (me too, girl. Me too).Â
 It felt dangerous, the way she could toy with his heart, his own personal defibrillator shocking it back to life. Sheâs pretty even with red-rimmed eyes, with the fake smiles he knew was trying to appease him to leave her alone. If anything, all it does is make him want to kiss her until her troubles are gone.Â
 He wanted to do a lot of things at that moment. He wanted to feel the warmth of her skin, tell her that above all else, he missed his girl the most. But, he had everything on his plate and then some.Â
 âThe chicken was dry as fuck.â He blurts, wiping the sweat from his face. Only Katara could send him back a few decades. âI wish you couldâve catered it.âÂ
 âYeah?â She laughs and wants to call him out for stalking her companyâs Facebook page. âRemember you tried my new recipe and you vomited all over the front row at your fourth ever Hello Zuko performance?â She misses his messy hair, when he didnât look so clean cut and rich bitchy.Â
 âI didnât know you werenât done cooking it!âÂ
 She shoves his head, and he joins her, dangling his feet precariously off the roof.Â
 When sheâs here with him, when he has her in his hold for the first time in years, he sees his whole life with just a glimpse in her eyes. And all he wants to do is build a machine and reverse all the time thatâs passed them by.Â
 âI made a mistake.â Zuko breathes out, eyes nervously darting around.Â
 As sure as he was that Nicki Minaj deserved a Grammy, he was sure he loved her.Â
 âW-What?â Katara blinks at him.Â
 âI made a mistake, Katara.â He laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck, carding his hand through his hair. Looking every bit devastatingly handsome. âI realized something. After the speech, after just, everything.âÂ
 âI realized I just canât have my cake and eat it, too.âÂ
 Just like that, just with the way he built her up, it comes tumbling down.Â
 âSo what are you saying?â Her heart was on the verge of cracking in half and he didnât even know it. Because all he could pin her with a look she couldnât read, and she thinks if he was a smarter man he wouldâve at least pretended that it hurt him to hurt her.Â
 But it did.Â
 It broke him, ripped him in half to see her face turn to steel right before his eyes.Â
 âWhat Iâm saying is, after all these years.â He doesnât have it in him to face her. âI think I have to finally let you go, Katara.âÂ
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More Than I Know [Part 7]
Tom Holland x female reader
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Summary: You finally tell Tom what happened with Joe, your sister getâs married and dancing with Tom turns out to be more than just dancing.
Words: 2.2k
Warnings: Â fluff, reader talking about somewhat of a toxic relationship? nothing else I think (let me know if there is anything in there that I should add)
A/N: Remember when I said that I was going to split the wedding into two parts? Yeah, those turned into three :D Was the story of Joe inspired by real-life events that happened to me? Maybe (read: yes)Â
 Iâve never been to a wedding so I kinda guessed the whole thing. I hope you like it anyways!
I hope you enjoy!
Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5Â | Part 6
The wedding was taking place in the so-called Great Room of the castle which was beautifully decorated for the occasion, much like the dining room from last night, everything in white and gold. As you walked down the stairs towards the entrance to the Great Room you saw that Tom was waiting for you next to the door. He looked dashing in his black suit, his curls swept back nicely. When he noticed you, his eyes widened a bit, his mouth opening as if he wanted to say something but no words came out. You walked over to him and he reached out his hand for you to take.Â
âWow, Y/N... You look absolutely stunning.â You blushed at his words as you took his hand.
âYou donât look too bad yourself.â He smiled at you and pulled you closer by your hand, giving you a kiss on the cheek.Â
âShall we go in?â He asked nodding his head in the direction of the door. You nodded, so Tom linked his arm with yours and led you inside the Great Room.Â
Your seats were in the front of the room right beside where your parents were going to sit once they arrived. Daniel was standing on the other side of the aisle talking to his parents. He was shifting his weight from one leg to the other his eyes moving towards the door every so often even though he knew it would be a while until Kate would arrive. Tom kept holding your hand as you sat down and you nervously played with his fingers. He eyed you with a small smile.
âNervous?âÂ
âYeah... Is that weird? Iâm not the one getting married, yet Iâm nervous.âÂ
âI donât think itâs weird.â He shrugged his shoulders squeezing your hand reassuringly. âThis is a big step for your sister so itâs a big step for you as well. But for what itâs worth, I think the ceremony will go smoothly and everythingâs going to go according to plan. Your grandma told me how much planning went into this, I think itâs impossible for something to go wrong.â He chuckled and you couldnât help but let out a laugh as well.Â
âYouâre right. This is probably the most meticulously planned wedding of the year.âÂ
Throwing one arm over your shoulder Tom pulled you closer and placed a kiss on your temple. âIâm glad I can be a part of it. Thank you for inviting me.â
âNo, thank you.â You whispered afraid someone could overhear you. âFor agreeing to accompany a complete stranger to a wedding.â You couldnât believe that only weeks ago Tom was a mere stranger in a coffee shop. It felt like youâd known him for months, if not years. Itâs crazy how much things can change in such a short amount of time.
âYou never told me what happened with that Joe guy.â Tom said after he saw Joe enter the room, subconsciously pulling you a little closer.
âHuh, youâre right...â You raised your eyebrows. You had almost forgotten about Joe. When you first saw him yesterday you were afraid that youâd be thinking about him the whole time, even if it was just because you wanted to avoid him. But the thoughts of Joe had been completely erased by Tom. âWell, we met when I was fourteen and I was immediately smitten with him. He was always nice and kept hinting that he had feelings for me, too. He lives a few hours north from London so every time I asked him about his feelings for me he said âyeah thereâs undoubtedly something between us but I just canât commit to a long-distance relationship.ââYou mocked Joeâs voice making Tom chuckle. âBut instead of keeping his distance from me whenever we did see each other he kept my hopes up. Whether I wanted to or not, I always hoped that one day weâd be together. Until I tried to take the initiative once. I asked him if I could visit him, you know, to talk. Told him to give me a weekend where he had time. I looked up trains for the dates he gave me. And let me tell you those tickets werenât cheap. But I was willing to pay that and travel several hours to see him.Â
âIn the end, he told me he had other obligations that weekend but he could probably fit in a couple of hours to chat. Thatâs when I suddenly realised that he never cared as much about me as I cared about him.â You shrugged your shoulders. âLong story short, he led me on for a long long time.â You pursed your lips as you looked at Tom. He looked down at you with an expression you couldnât decipher.
âPhew. Well, thatâs definitely his loss. But how come heâs here now?â He turned around to look at Joe again who was talking to one of Danielâs friends.
âHeâs a family friend. But I really expected Kate to tell me that heâs coming.â
âBut youâre good now? No lingering feelings or anything?âÂ
âNah. I didnât even think about him until you brought him up just now.â You gave Tom a proud smile.Â
âThatâs great, love.â He rubbed your shoulder and before either of you could say more your mother sat down next to you talking about how excited she was.Â
The ceremony was beautiful. Seeing your sister getting married had you more emotional than you had expected. You teared up quite a few times while your mother was quietly sobbing next to you. Tom squeezed your hand every once in a while with a small smile.Â
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The reception was being held in the dining room that you had already seen yesterday but this time the decorations were even lusher, which you didnât think was possible. But it still looked beautiful. Everyone congratulated the newlyweds, pictures were taken and you really enjoyed yourself.
Kate insisted on throwing her bouquet and even though you tried to stand as far back as possible, the beautifully arranged flowers landed right in your hands. Perfect. Your mum clapped her hands and pushed Tom in your direction waving the photographer over.Â
âWe need a picture! Câmon Y/N, show us who caught the bouquet!â She stood next to the photographer with the biggest smile and you rolled your eyes.Â
âMe!â You said with fake enthusiasm and clenched teeth. Tom laughed as he wrapped his arm around your waist.Â
âDonât sound too excited, love.â You looked up at Tom, putting biggest smile you could muster on your face. He looked down at you, a similar expression on his face. âThatâs more like it.âÂ
After that, the wedding breakfast was on the agenda. And to be honest you were really hungry. Because of your late morning, you hadnât really had the time to eat actual breakfast. So the wedding breakfast would literally be your breakfast. You and Tom were seated close to the head table. You were sharing a table with Joanna, her husband and Lottie as well as Joannaâs mother, your aunt Mathilde. She was your motherâs oldest sister and just as enthusiastic about weddings.
After everyone was finished with their food, speeches were held which ended up being just as emotional as the ceremony itself. You had also prepared a little speech and your hands were shaking with nerves as you stood up. You had the sheet of paper lying in front of you in case you lost your place. You wrung your clammy hands as you looked around the room introducing yourself.
âWhen Kate introduced Daniel to us for the first time, I immediately knew that heâd be the one for Kate. Every other guy Kate brought home before him was bound to be kicked out by her eventually. And there were a lot.â You chuckled and so did everyone else who knew of Kateâs dating history. âNo one ever had the strong-mindedness that matched Kateâs. Itâs not a secret that she can be a handful sometimes. But Daniel is the perfect counterpart to that.â You turned to look at Kate and Daniel sitting at the head table. âYou complement each other in the best possible way, and every time you guys look each other you can see that true love really exists. Kate, Iâm so happy for you.â You had tears in your eyes again and so did your sister. You laughed at your emotional state. âLook at me, Iâm crying again.â You wipe away your tears before continuing. âDaniel, youâre the best husband I could ever wish for for my sister. Welcome to the family.â You raised your glass with a smile and Daniel mimicked your motion sending you a wink, mouthing âthank you.â Everyone else raised their glasses as well and cheered. You finally sat down again, having to wipe some more tears away. Â Â
After Kate and Daniel had danced the first dance as husband and wife the dance floor was quickly filled with people. You were talking to Lottie when you felt Tomâs hand on your thigh. You turned to him with a raised eyebrow.Â
âDâyou wanna dance?â He asked with a sheepish smile and you couldnât help the giggle that escaped your lips.
âOf course Iâd like to dance.â You nodded and turned towards Lottie. âWill you be alright while I dance with Tom?â She only nodded too engrossed in a colouring book to give you a verbal answer. Her tongue was slightly poking out between her lips while she tried to stay within the lines. You reached for Tomâs outstretched hand and he pulled you to your feet before leading you to the dance floor that was in the middle of the room. The DJ was playing a somewhat upbeat song so Tom and you started duelling yourself with the most awkward dance moves you both knew. While you did the robot, Tom showed off his best boyband moves, making you burst out laughing. Tom grabbed your hands and twirled you around until you were dizzy and out of breath from laughing. He pulled you close so you lightly collided with his chest his arms wrapping around you. The current song faded out and the DJâs voice was heard over the speakers.
âLetâs get romantic with a little bit of Ed Sheeran.â You heard Kate squeal, she was a huge fan, and run to grab Daniel to dance with him. The first chords of Kiss Me were heard and you automatically wrapped your arms around Tomâs neck with a blush on your cheeks. He slowly swayed you from left to right, his hands on your waist. Tom was looking at you with a cheeky smirk as his hands moved towards your back, inching lower towards your butt.
âAh ah.â You grabbed his wrists. âYour hands stay right thereâ you moved his hands back to your waist. âaround my family.â You playfully glared at him.
âAround your family, huh?â He pulled you closer so your chest was pressed against his. âSo if we were alone, youâd let me?â He raised an eyebrow, that stupidly attractive smirk still on his face. Yes, youâd let him. But you wonât tell him that.Â
âYouâll have to find that out for yourself.â you shrugged and gave him a smirk of your own. Tomâs cheeks lifted into a genuine smile as he continued to sway you on the dance floor.Â
After a few moments of looking into your eyes, he moved his face a bit closer as if to tell you a secret. âDid you known I met Ed Sheeran at the premiere of his concert film?âÂ
âIs that supposed to impress me, movie star?â You made an unimpressed expression, even though you were indeed a little impressed.
With a barely noticeable shake of his head Tom let out a soft laugh, one of his hands moved to your cheek. He softly pulled you closer until his lips touched yours. You were surprised by the feeling of his soft lips against yours for a moment. But then you allowed yourself to close your eyes. This was most likely one of the last times you got to kiss Tom, might as well enjoy it. Your hands moved into his hair pulling him even closer as your mouth opened, your tongue meeting Tomâs. You melted into his touch, forgetting everything around you as you kept kissing Tom. His thumb softly caressed your cheekbone as you tilted your head to the side, urging your lips against his.
You were slightly out of breath when your lips eventually separated from his. The song was over and the DJ had decided on something upbeat again. But you didnât even really notice. Tomâs forehead was against yours, his nose brushing against your own and you could feel his breath on your lips. Tom pulled you closer by your waist.
âY/N I...â he paused and swallowed thickly as if he needed to pluck up the courage to say whatâs on his mind.
âYou..?â
He moved his head back a bit so he could look into your eyes and you knew that what he was going to say was important.
âI donât-â You were suddenly grabbed by the shoulder and pulled into the forming conga line by Dave who laughed at the face you pulled. He couldnât have picked a worse time to do that.
Part 8
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if you want to write it, a meet the parents fic but itâs kateva and angst to hurt comfort because i like my heart broken -cotmlc
THANK YOU, CO-PRESIDENT, FOR RELIEVING MY HORRIBLE, TERRIBLE, SOUL-CRUSHING BOREDOM
Also, seeing as this is angst, Iâm switching the prompt up just a little. My headcanon is that Evaâs mom is the Best Mom and Kateâs parents are Trying (And Failing A Little But Overall Doing Their Best), so weâre getting Kateâs more-homophobic-grandparents instead for the Angst Factor.
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Okay, yes, Kate was nervous.
Like, super nervous.
Eva had sworn up and down that she loved Kate no matter what, and while that did help her fear of losing her, she was still scared this afternoon was going to make Eva run away. Even if she didnât, though, Kate was still expecting hell.
Her maternal grandparents were thoroughly convinced that Kateâs sarcastic, cynical, girls-and-flannel-loving personality was Just A Phase and sheâd grow out of it and start wearing pink and giggling and liking guys any moment now. Obviously, that wasnât happening. When sheâd joined the cheer squad, theyâd been so excited, Kate almost felt bad about disappointing them.
Almost. She didnât actually feel bad about it.
Actually, her grandparents were one of the only things that told Kate her mom really and truly supported her sexuality. Sure, she was insecure about it, and had once asked her if she thought it was âjust a phase,â but she always defended Kate whenever her grandparents asked if she was interested in anyone and she answered with âBridgetâ or âEmilyâ or âJennifer.â
Her momâs mediocre support aside, Kate had been postponing this meeting for as long as she could. She and Eva had officially been together since February, and now it was July. Sheâd met Evaâs mother, uncle, and siblings, and Eva had met her parents and brothers. She knew for a fact that Eva had Chessâs letter tucked safely in a dresser drawer and that she reread it often. They even regularly said âI love youâ now. And yet, her grandparents had only recently even learned Eva existed.
Just like always, Kate and her parents were hosting the Dalton familyâs annual 4th of July party. Typically, Kate would be forced to greet everyone and then would run up to her room to read or play on her phone, or - before Derrick and Jack had left for college and gotten so distant - she and her brothers would be in the basement, playing video games Kate probably shouldnât have been playing when she was ten. Today, though, was going to be a bit different.
Kateâs grandmother had recently joined Facebook without her knowledge, which proved to be problematic at the end of the year. Kateâs mom had made her usual post, congratulating Derrick on finishing his first year of grad school, Jack on his sophomore year of college, and Kate on her junior year of high school. The picture of Kate she had chosen to post was one Eva had posted to Instagram (and one sheâd asked permission to use, which Kate and Eva both appreciated) (the caption was very sweet, irrelevant to this story, and was âGCHS cheer fucking sucks but at least Iâve got you, I love you so muchâ), which was a photo of the two of them after their last cheer competition. In the photo, Eva had her arm around Kate and was kissing her cheek, and it was very obvious that they were a couple.
Kateâs grandmother saw the photo.
Kateâs first reaction when her mom told her was to freeze and think fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck SHIT fuck fuck fuck - which she thought was a very logical first reaction. Her second reaction was freak the fuck out.
One thing had led to another, and now Eva had been invited to join the Dalton family Independence Day celebrations.
She showed up a little bit before everyone else, just because thatâs how Eva was, and Kate dragged her down into the basement so she could rant about how scared she was.
âMy cousins are just like Lily and theyâll love you and my aunts and uncles are great and Dadâs parents are pretty cool but Momâs parents are going to hate you,â she ranted, pacing back and forth while Eva watched from the couch. âThis might have been a really bad idea.â
âItâll be fine, Katie,â Eva tried to sooth. âYouâve literally survived a stab wound, they canât be much worse.â
âMy grandparents meeting my girlfriend? Yeah, I think Iâd rather get stabbed again.â
âI think youâre overreacting.â
âYou wonât think that when they show up.â Kate stopped pacing and hugged herself, trying to calm her anxiety. âPromise youâll stay?â
âI promise.â Eva stood up and hugged her, and Kate finally managed to breathe. âI love you.â
âI love you, too.â Kate wanted Eva to hold her like that for the rest of the day, but the doorbell rang and Jack shouted for them to come upstairs and it was time to face the music.
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Her paternal grandparents showed up first and, like Kate predicted, immediately adored Eva. Theyâd asked her at least four dozen questions before Kateâs aunt showed up a few minutes later, and as her relatives trickled in, Kate began to suspect that this was turning into less of a âfamily Independence Day!â party and more of a âKateâs actually gay and has a girlfriend now, wow, time to overwhelm herâ party. Sheâd made a deal with Jack and Derrick beforehand, having predicted what would happen, and invoked it now, leaving them to entertain their relatives while Kate pulled Eva into the backyard and onto the porch swing, where it would take several minutes for questions to reach them and they had an excuse to be as close as possible.
Kate was hoping her momâs parents might not show up when her grandfather appeared in the doorway and her stomach sank into her beat-up shoes. He zeroed in on Kate and Eva right away and walked toward them, taking up way more space than he needed to like always.
âKate, itâs been a while,â he boomed, and Kate winced.
âHey, Grandpa,â she said, trying not to sound too sarcastic. âThis is Eva.â Eva awkwardly waved, then put her hand down.
âItâs nice to meet you,â she said, and Kate felt really bad about dragging her into this.
âYou must be Kateâs friend,â he nearly yelled (why the fuck did he have to be so loud?) and Kate nearly straight-up attacked him.
Iâm basically in her lap right now! What the fuck do you mean, my âfriendâ?
Jack caught her eye from across the porch and gave her a sympathetic look before looking back at their elderly great-grandmother.
âGirlfriend, actually,â Kate corrected. âWeâre dating. Weâre a couple. Definitely not friends.â
âRight, of course.â Her grandfather winked at her, and she nearly screamed.
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The day did not get much better.
When her grandmother came out, she was about as subtle as her husband had been about how she didnât actually believe Kate and Eva were in love (maybe? In love felt a little bit strong, but it also seemed to be the best term for it and Kate didnât have time to think of a better way to put it) and thought they were just good friends. Then, when she stood up to go and get her phone so she could show her aunt a picture of their cheer squad and Evaâs hand wasnât covering her scar anymore, her aunt screamed and brought three people running, pinning all the attention on Kate in a really bad way.
After a few hours, Kate whispered something in Evaâs ear and stepped away, into the garage, trying to catch her breath and calm down. The door opened, and rather than being Eva or one of her brothers like sheâd hoped, she opened her eyes to see her grandmother.
âI saw you leave and wanted to make sure you were okay, honey.â
âIâm fine, Grandma. Just needed a moment.â She clenched her teeth and prayed her grandmother would leave. She didnât.
âEva seems nice,â she continued.
âShe is.â Kate almost started to hope that maybe, maybe, her grandmother would start to take her relationship seriously. âIâm lucky to have her.â
âYou seem like really good friends.â Fuck, there it was.
âOkay, you know what? Knock it off!â Kate didnât mean to blow up, but she couldnât help it now. âIt doesnât matter how much you deny it, itâs not going to change the fact that Iâm not the granddaughter you have in your head! I love Eva, okay? I love someone whoâs name is Eva and not Evan. I love her and Iâm a lesbian and Iâm so tired of you not taking me and my relationships seriously like you do Jack and Derrick!â Then she stormed past her and up to her room, her eyes stinging with tears.
After about twenty minutes, there was a gentle knock on the door.
âGo away,â she mumbled.
âKatie?â
âOh. You can come in.â
Eva opened the door and then closed it behind herself. âAre you okay? Your grandmother says you totally lost your shit at her.â
âI kinda did.â
âIâm not surprised.â Eva sat next to her, and Kate sat up and crawled into her arms. âTheyâve been assholes to us all day.â
âI just really love you, Eva, and I want them to understand that.â Kateâs voice was muffled by Evaâs shirt. âI want them to take you seriously as my girlfriend and stop trying to deny it. I-I want them to accept that Iâm not the perfect granddaughter they wanted. Iâm not perfect.â
âAnd thank God. If you were perfect, how would I make fun of you for how atrocious you are at skateboarding? How would I keep you from fighting some people and watch you fight others?â Eva pulled her a little bit tighter and laid down, Kate still curled up in her arms. âI hate your grandparents, but I love you more.â
âPromise youâll stay?â
âPromise.â
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Everyone has that one relative who denies your sexuality, right? Iâm not out to my family as lesbian, just as ace, and I still think they donât quite get it. But hey, everyoneâs got someone who has their back, right? I hope this was angsty enough!!!!!!
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Home for the holidays
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A/n: wow I am hella late for a Christmas fic but honestly, who cares? Iâm definitely making a part 2 with smut so donât you worry. I hope you enjoy!! This is my last fic of 2019. Happy New Years! đ¤
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âRyan, please! I need you to do this for me!â I pleaded. He was standing on the other side of the counter with his arms crossed.
âWhy? You can easily go out and find an actual boyfriend, why do I have to be your fake one?â He asked. I sighed in frustration.
âBecause I donât want an actual boyfriend! I just need you to pretend so my mom will get off my back! I swear her and my aunt think Iâm going to die a spinster.â I leaned against the counter and put my head in my hands. There was silence for a moment before Ryan sighed.
âOkay, fine. Iâll do it. But,â Ryan started, my head shot up. âYou have to clean my apartment, spotless. And cook me dinner for a whole week.â Ryan listed his conditions.
I squealed in excitement and relief.
âThank you, thank you, thank you!â I ran around the counter and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him, jumping up and down. âSeriously, Iâll literally do whatever you want! Okay! I got to go, Iâll be over tomorrow to let you know whatâs going to happen.â I put my sweatshirt on and grabbed my keys and purse running out the door.
Ryan shook his head and wondered what he had gotten himself into.
The next day I arrived at Ryanâs apartment earlier than I knew heâd appreciate. He opened the door at 9am in his underwear and a t shirt.
âWhy so early?â He asked, moving to the side and letting me in. Snow covered the ground outside and Ryan shivered at the thought of being outside right now.
âSorry, I forgot you like to sleep till the evening.â Ryan rolled his eyes.
âIâm going to put pants on, please make a pot of coffee.â He said walking down the hallway to his room. I took my shoes off by the couch and made my way into the kitchen. I started Ryanâs Keurig, pulling two coffee mugs from the cupboard above my head. Ryan came back in wearing sweats and a sweatshirt.
He looked cozy. And warm. And like you wanted to cuddle him.
Wait, what? No. Fake boyfriend. Remember Y/N?
I cleared your throat and put Ryanâs cup under the spout to pour the coffee, mine next. I turned and handed Ryan his cup.
âCreamer?â I asked walking to his fridge. He shook his head and took a drink of the black coffee in his cup. I grabbed the vanilla creamer for mine.
âSo, whatâs happening?â Ryan asked, clearly in a better mood after a few drinks of coffee. I took a drink of my own.
âWell, in order to miss the crazy holiday rush, my mom bought us tickets to fly out next Friday. Weâll get there Friday night and will be there till the 30th. I told her itâs a little long, but if you need to fly back before then thatâs totally fine.â I explained. He nodded.
âThe 30th should be fine. The guys and I donât start tour until a few weeks into January.â He agreed. I nodded and it got quiet.
âI really canât thank you enough Ry. Youâre seriously the best person ever.â He chuckled and shook his head.
âWhat are friends for. Are you doing anything else today?â Ryan asked me.
âHmm no, itâs Sunday so Iâm off of work. I have an early day tomorrow so I was going to stop by the store after I got off work. Why?â I asked sipping from my cup.
âBecause Iâm not doing anything either and thereâs a stack of Christmas movies next to my tv that, now, need to be watched before next week. And, since you said youâd do whatever I wanted, youâre stuck watching them with me.â I rolled my eyes, smiling.
âUgh if youâre forcing me.â
We walked in to the living room, I immediately sat on the couch, pulling my legs underneath me. Ryan was picking through movies trying to find one to watch. I admired Ryan a lot. Heâs very talented at everything he does. When he gets passionate about something he gives it his all. Heâs taught me a lot about myself over the 6 years Iâve known him. Heâs seen me through terrible break ups, heâs taken care of me through some of the worst sicknesses Iâve ever had. Heâs a genuinely good guy. The girl who ends up with him better know how lucky she is.
âY/N?â Ryanâs voice broke my train of thought.
âHuh?â He smirked.
âSee something you like?â He asked making me roll my eyes.
âYou wish, what do you want?â
âElf?â He asked putting it in the DVD player. I nodded.
We settled on the couch for the rest of the night watching movies.
âââââ
By the end of the week, Ryan and I were packed for the next couple weeks. I had to remind Ryan not to pack all his Blackcraft shirts and give my grandma a heart attack.
âOkay so do you remember what I told you about our backstory?â I asked in the car in the way to the airport.
âYes, Y/N. Itâs the same as always weâre just a couple now. Iâm a great actor I promise we can sell it. Now, what should we avoid doing to make sure itâs not awkward when we get home?â He asked me. I hadnât thought of that.
âKissing maybe, like cheeks are fine, forehead yes, but avoid lips. Thatâs too intimate.â I said. âWe might be sharing a room too, so if youâd like Iâll sleep on the floor and you can have the bed.â
âOh donât be ridiculous. Weâve shared a twin sized bed before, Iâm sure weâll be fine.â Ryan assured me.
The flight to my home town felt like it was over too soon. I huffed when I saw the seatbelt light come on.
âYou okay?â Ryan asked. âYouâre not backing out now are you?â I shook my head.
âI just dread coming home every year. My family always has something to say about how I live my life. Not to mention how guilty my mom makes me feel about moving so far away.â I word vomited before I could stop myself. âSorry, didnât mean to lay that on you.â I sighed.
âHey,â Ryan grabbed my hand. âYou got me this time. I will rant and rave about you the whole time if I have to if thatâs what it takes to get your family off your back.â
I smiled and leaned in to kiss his cheek. His eyes were wide when I pulled back.
âJust practicing.â
âââââ
âY/N!!â I heard my name being called across the airport.
âOh god, theyâre all here.â I said looking up at Ryan. He chuckled and grabbed my hand his back pack on his back and duffle in the other. I had my rolling suitcase and small duffle sitting on top in my free hand.
âOh youâre so skinny! Do you ever eat?â My mom all but yelled in my ear as she hugged me. Her, my two aunts, my sister and my cousin were gathered around Ryan and I.
âHello to you too mom.â I said hugging her back. She pulled away and looked at Ryan.
âHello! You must be Ryan! Y/N talks about you all the time!â She hugged him.
âMom!â My face burned up. Ryan chuckled and hugged my mom.
âItâs nice to meet you.â He said.
âWell we got a full house of people who are dying to see you!â
The drive to my childhood home was almost the same as torture. Everyone was bombarding Ryan with questions and, bless his heart, he answered them all in stride. Arriving at my moms house, Ryan and I were again attacked by more family. After the over all introductions, Ryan and I were sitting on the couch in the family room with everyone else, my legs across his lap and his thumb drawing shapes on my knee.
âSo, when did you and Ryan happen?â My sister asked. All attention turned to Ryan and I.
âUh-â I started. âI asked Y/N out a couple months ago. Weâve been friends forever and I just decided to go for it.â Ryan took over. Everyone seemed to buy it. I smiled and nodded.
âWell youâre certainly adorable! I canât wait for grand babies!â My mother clapped.
âOh my god mom! Thatâs not even on the table!â I exclaimed. Ryan laughed beside me. He honestly has the best laugh.
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âHey, Y/n. Cmon, itâs late. Letâs get you to bed.â Ryan said to me after he had to shake me awake.
We were still in the living room, tv playing a Christmas movie and the tree was lit up. No one else was down here though. I removed my legs from where they were still on his lap and rubbed my eyes. The clock next to the tv said it was after midnight. Ryan stood up and grabbed the remote turning everything off, I followed behind his half asleep.
âLead the way,â Ryan motioned for me to walk up the stairs first. âIâll make sure you donât fall down the stairs, zombie.â
My room was the last door down the hall as soon as you got to the stairs, as soon as we got outside I stopped.
âLook, I donât really remember how I left this room when I moved to Pennsylvania, so donât make fun of me for the rest of my life if thereâs anything embarrassing I here.â I warned Ryan. He smiled sweetly at me
âSweetheart, Iâm going to make fun of you for the rest of your life no matter what.â My face fell as I turned and opened the door.
I honestly didnât remember how I left it. As I looked around I was instantly transported to high school. I left home at 18 and havenât been home in four years. All my band posters were still up on the wall and pictures of old friends still taped to my mirror. I was almost overwhelmed by the emotion that came over me. I turned and saw Ryan looking around as well, he seemed to be focused on something specific though.
âYou were a fan before we met?â Ryan asked. I walked over to were he was at and saw a small tour poster from them Motionless in White first started out. Oh.
âUh yeah, I saw a few shows when you guys were in town a long time ago.â I said awkwardly.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â He looked down at me. It was then that I realized how close we were standing. I moved to sit on my bed, taking my hair down from the bun I had it in.
âBecause itâd be weird. After I met Bryce and Jaime and then became friends with you guys and the crew I didnât want to be that weird fan that became a friend.â I shrugged. He nodded.
âWell, Iâm glad I have something to tell the guys when we go back home.â I rolled my eyes and got the bed ready.
Ryan moved around the other side and looked between the bed and the floor.
âI can sleep on the floor if youâd like?â He offered.
âDonât worry about it just get in bed and sleep. Iâm exhausted.â I yawned and laid down in bed.
âOkay.â
We laid in silence for a few minutes before I rolled over and spoke.
âThank you for helping me. I feel bad for lying to my family though.â He rolled over and faced me.
âHey, itâll all be fine. I promise Iâll be the best fake boyfriend youâve ever had.â He made me laugh.
âWell if itâs any consolation, so far youâre better than actual boyfriends Iâve had.â
âGood night.â He chuckled.
âNight.â I said rolling over to my other side.
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I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. There was noise downstairs which led be to believe Ryan was probably part of that. I groaned and rubbed my eyes as I sat up and slowly got out of bed. When I got downstairs the smell of pancakes and bacon filled my nose. In the kitchen, my mom was making coffee for everyone and Ryan was making bacon while my dad was flipping pancakes. Without thinking, I walked over to Ryan at the stove.
âMorning sunshine!â Ryan said leaning down and kissing the top of my head.
âMorning,â I mumbled. âSmells good.â
âGood morning sweetheart!â My mom said cheerfully. âHowâd you two sleep?â She asked.
âUh, fine?â I said confused. She smirked at me a little. Did my mom think Ryan and I had sex in my childhood bedroom? Gross! Well, not gross because just look at him but still, no! But then again my mom doesnât know weâre not actually together so... moving on.
âSo are you guys not big on PDA?â My sister asked as I sat down next to Ryan at the table.
âWhat do you mean?â I asked grabbing a piece of toast from the plate.
âWell, none of us have seen you kiss, or do anything remotely couply the whole time youâve been here.â She was starting to get suspicious.
âUm,â I looked at Ryan asking him to save me and instead of saying anything he leaned in and kissed my cheek, like half a millimeter away from my lips. Thatâs the first time weâve ever kissed.
âI just didnât want to be disrespectful in your mothers home.â Ryan came back. I smiled and tried to hide my shock from everyone around the table.
âWell thatâs very sweet Ryan, but itâs the holidays and that means mistletoe!â My mom squealed before dangling the plant above Ryan and Iâs heads.
I froze in my place making eye contact with the hazel eyes in front of me. The look Ryan gave me was almost asking for permission, I gave him a silent okay before I saw him lean in slowly. Holy shit this is happening. I braced myself, closing my eyes as I felt his lips brush mine. I closed the gap, feeling Ryanâs hand rest on my cheek. I donât know how long the kiss lasted. All I know is I heard my sister clear her throat and Ryan and pulled away. I made brief eye contact with everyone at the table, my face turning bright red.
Well, that was awkward. Looking at Ryan out of the corner of my eye, I saw him blushing as well and avoiding looking at my mom. Thank god my dad wasnât here right now.
âWell, you two certainly like each other.â My mom smirked taking a bite of her breakfast.
âExcuse me.â I saw pushing away from the table and leaving the dining room. I ran back up the stairs to my room and decided to get dressed.
âY/n are you-.â I was only in jeans and a bra when Ryan opened the door. I jumped and grabbed my sweater, quickly putting it on. âSorry, I didnât mean to- I didnât.â Ryan stuttered.
âItâs fine. Whatâs up?â I asked slightly irritated that he followed me.
âI just wanted to make sure youâre okay. That kiss wasnât too much was it?â He asked, concerned.
It wasnât enough.
âUm, no not too much. They bought it.â I forced a chuckle.
âYeah they definitely bought it.â He scratched the back of his head.
God, I wanna do it again.
âYa know, we should maybe practice for next time. Maybe it wonât seem so awkward.â He suggested. I froze.
What?
âWhat?â
âYeah, why not? Ya know.â Silence.
âUh, practicing might help.â I said, playing with the hem of my sweater.
Ryan smiled and walked closer to me; making me look up at him because of the height difference. His hands found home on my waist as they squeezed my hips pulling me against his body. My eyes were closed before I even felt his lips on mine, but as soon as we connected, it was like we needed each otherâs lips to survive. His tongue glided along my lower lip until I granted him entrance, he dominated the kiss quite easily. My hand found themselves threading into his longer that usual hair and tugging slightly. He walked me backwards until my knees hit the bed and slowly lowered me onto my back. Was I going to let him take it this far? I might honestly. Just as I was about to wrap my legs around his waist and pull his hips flush to mine, a knock at my door startled us.
âY/n, Ryan, weâre heading out to the square to watch the Christmas parade. Mom wants you to join!â My sister yelled.
I looked at Ryan, biting my lip. âOkay! Weâll be there in a second.â I yelled back.
âDamn it.â Ryan huffed, resting his head on my shoulder. I pat the top of his telling him to get up.
I walked over to my mirror to readjust my self before turning to Ryan.
âReady?â He asked. I nodded, following him downstairs.
God, Iâm so screwed.
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Okay, I was already blaming @petrosapian for this Gwengit run but I am definitely blaming her for this fic because I am not taking the fall for this.
Sweet and relatively soft Gwengit fluff.
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The day is Valentines, the first one where Argit and Gwen were maybe kindâve sorta an item rather than just sharing the one beautiful disaster, and they had agreed to attempt to do it properly. As properly as they could. Which probably wasnât much, honestly. Of course there have been the presents for Kevin (flowers from both ends, now that Gwen has finally given up on giving their boyfriend anything else to spite Argit and his advice), but for each other had beenâŚ
Well.
Sheâd never admit it, but the generic and cheap gold-tone earrings spoke a lot to Gwenâs struggle to find a proper present. And Argit couldnât even give her a properly excessive amount of shit about it because not only did they agree to try to tone it down for the holiday, but also heâd straight forgotten it was coming up until Kevinâs flowers arrived, having been ordered exactly one year in advance specifically because Argit couldnât track dates if his life was on the line. He had nothing- nothing- ready.
Thankfully, he had not- with Kevinâs thoroughly amused help- bluffed his way through several years of gift giving occasions for nothing. Gwen could not be allowed to learn of this weakness, he would never survive. No, heâd sent messages, called in minor favors, to make his first idea work and work fast.
Sat with her arms and legs crossed, having been not-so-patiently waiting on him, Gwen raised an eyebrow as Argit dropped a spare piece of scrap metal dotted with various colors of body paint on the coffee table.
âI swear if this is some sortâve kink thing,â she said, though her tone was more curios than anything. Still, Argit flopped down on the couch beside her more forcefully than was exactly needed, snapping his jaws in her direction.
âDonât flatter yourself, Red,â he replied, âitâs-â And he wasnât really sure how to finish that thought. Kevin was easy, hopelessly romantic at heart with flowers sitting in the sweet spot where receiving them both made him feel loved instead of just setting off those overactive warning bells, but Gwen⌠Things were new with Gwen, and while he knew the things she liked as gifts the problem was that he tended to give those just, at random. Whenever he found them. She expected more for a holiday, though, and when it came down to it all heâd been able to think of under the time crunch was this. âItâs an Erinaen thing.â It wasnât a lie.
âOkay,â she asked, looking at him like she didnât fully believe him, âwhere do we start then?â
âYou start by relaxing for once in your damn life,â Argit said, pushing her shoulder into the couch for emphasis, âso I can work.â She glowered at him, but did as requested. Only once she was relaxed back in her seat, arms and legs uncrossed, did he turn to the paint. She wore blues, mostly, and greens seemed to be popular among humans with her colors, so he would start with those. He gathered up a bold blue on his finger and thought back to his only point of reference for all this, trying to figure out what to do.
âWell,â Gwen asked after a moment and Argit sighed through his nose. His Paâs, definitely. Both his parents had been horrible, but he would gnaw off an arm before Gwen shared anything with his Ma, even just a painted design. He took her chin in his hand, slowly, and shifted her head so he could get a better look at her face. The look would have to be adjusted to accommodate for the lack of a long muzzle but, he could make do.
âHold still.â She didnât, face twitching when the paint touched it. âWhat did I say?â
âCut me some slack, I hardly even wear makeup.â
âWell maybe you should start.â She stuck her tongue out at him and he snapped his teeth again, more gently, before going to work. He started above one corner of her mouth, carefully painting a thick blue line around her nose and up over her eyebrow before bringing it back down to curve beneath her ear. Then, he repeated the process on the other side of her face and paused, for just a moment. âTake off your shirt?â
âWhat?â She gave him another suspicious look. He rolled his eyes.
âI can get the design right either way, but itâll be easier and work better if I can see your back,â Argit explained, and though Gwen clearly didnât entirely trust his honesty she again listened, turning her back to him as she stripped off her top. âThank you.â The bra was still in his way, but that was much easier to work around than a whole shirt.
âSo,â she asked as he continued the first line from before, skirting around her hair as he took it down the back of her neck, across the shoulder blade, and down the outer length of the arm, âthis is an Erinaen thing?â
âYeah. Fur makes tattoos unpopular, and makeup too, so you dye it in temporary patterns.â Her foot began tapping with pent-up energy as he reached her hand, running a line down to each finger and spiraling it around them. He couldnât blame her, and was happy to take his time with the other side so she couldnât see his tail twitching. This was intimate behavior, a form of mutual grooming, reserved for family, partners.
It was a spur of the moment plan, but that didnât make it not a big deal.
âFamily got hold of some dye once, back in the Null Void,â he continued as she leaned to the side, trying to avoid getting paint on the couch, âparents painted each other up all pretty. Got pissed later when us kittens got into it.â The memory was one of the few good ones from back then, before freedom and Kevin. The youngest litter still in the pouch, he and the rest of his siblings painting each other as best they could with literally no prior experience. He couldnât help smiling at it, and it showed in his tone. âI was rainbow for a week.â
Gwen laughed at the image, and Argit was forced to join her when all she could say was âArgicorn.â
âBetter than Niu, their fur was darker, they looked like an oil slick.â Her snickering got worse and he took the time to wipe the blue paint from his hand with one of Kevinâs handkerchiefs, replacing it with green.
âReminds me of when I was little,â she said as he began working on her wrists, two alternating, broken lines of green wrapping around each one, âme and one of my cousins once got into grandmaâs makeup. Aunt Abigail actually screamed when she saw the mess we made of ourselves, but Iâm pretty sure grandma still has the pictures.â
âKittens,â Argit snickered, âyou take your eyes off them for five minutesâŚâ Wrists done, time for some simple circles around the junction where shoulder met arm, and then âTurn around again, and move the bra some, I need collarbone access.â
ââTake off your shirt, Redâ,â she griped as she scooted away from the back of the couch and did as asked, âmove your bra, Redâ, I swear if this is a kink for you-â
âThen I wouldnât just sneak it on you and you know it.â
âIâm going to have to trash this bra anyway, you know.â
âYou poor, tortured soul.â The collarbone portion was pretty simple, actually, just one line. Down one collarbone, up the side of the neck, along the jaw, then down the other side to the end of the opposite collarbone. For good measure, he traced out the bottom edge of her nose, around the nostrils and tip.
âSo, your parents did this for each other,â Gwen asked as he cleaned off the green and began mixing red and orange to get the accent shade thatâd settled in his mind. He mrrped an affirmative. âThatâsâŚâ Her foot tapped harder. âItâs sweet. I think the most romantic thing I ever saw my parents do was cuddle on New Years. Itâs nice they were so openly in love.â Argit wasnât entirely sure how much love there ever really was between them, though he certainly wasnât going to say it. Besides, after eighteen children and how long in the Null Void, who knew.
âJust remember, they made me,â he said instead, taking up some red-orange and quickly painting the webbing between her fingers, connecting her collarbones with a line that swept down between her breast and back up.
âThey managed at least one semi-decent thing then,â she replied. Argit started, then hid his brief surprise with a toothy smirk.
âI knew the earrings were a decoy gift.â She mimed swatting at him with a smile of her own, a fitting distraction from her face having gone pink- probably from the strain of sortâve complimenting him. He just turned to the last order of business, a trail of red-orange dots running up either side of her nose, as far up as he could get them, and
And
Well.
Heâd been moving around on the couch, but that was when Argit finally got up from it entirely, backing away so he could get a good view. The lines served to emphasize her movement, especially at the hands, and lengthened her throat, her face, her nose. His head tilted to one side, ears twitching.
âYouâre, kinda pretty, Red.â She looked about as surprised as he felt, or maybe that was the paint making every confused twist catch the eye. It was certainly a new concept for him. Sexual attraction he had felt towards humans before- though never Gwen, despite his fondness for her- but aesthetic attraction⌠Kevin hit some points with his piercings, universally wonderful smile, and exotically dark brown eyes, but Gwen at that moment was a whole different basket of grubs. He couldnât have told you if it was the familiarity of the design, the way the colors worked together on her, or some deep-seated need for something Erinaen in his life latching on, but Argit quickly found himself crossing the space again, pressing his nose against her throat.
He hated her perfume, was pretty sure that was why she kept buying it, but at that moment it was kindâve worth putting up with.
âI oughta doll you up more often.â One of her hands fiddled with his mane and he felt a tinge of annoyance knowing his work was getting smudged already.
âMy mom would throw a fit.â The smirk came back to his muzzle.
âSo you agree with me.â She tugged gently at one of his ears, pulling him away. The shoddy attempt at a frown and glower couldnât hide the fondness emanating off her, at a level they two of them generally didnât show to each otherâs faces. A level Argit knew perfectly well he was matching.
âDonât flatter yourself, rat.â
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phone numbers | jaime (ft. risa)
date: december 26, 2020
summary:Â a long-overdue phone call, a heavy dose of salt in an old wound, and a very low battery
An unknown number flashed across his screen. Never one to pick up the phone unless he absolutely had to (and definitely not one to pick up when he didnât recognize the caller), Jaime let it go to voicemail, tossing his phone onto his bed.Â
Swiveling in his desk chair, he spin in a full circle before returning his focus to the project he had been working on since getting back to his apartment earlier that evening. Christmas with Katieâs family had been fun; now it was time for Jaime to recharge. Restoring a vintage typewriter -- Jaimeâs Christmas present to himself -- was the perfect thing to do. In the last hour, he had polished it, ridding the typewriter of years of rust and grime. All the type-levers were in place, all the knobs and buttons in working condition. Now it was time to work on the carriage lever and the platen, time to get the machine ready for writing.Â
Dismantling his typewriter was a delicate process, interrupted again by the ringing of his phone. âWhere is it?â He mumbled, turning is his chair and taking a dive at the bed when he spotted his phone. Snatching it up, he recognized the same number that had called earlier but was saved the trouble of a debate as to whether or not he should answer it when his screen went dark once more. A moment later, a voicemail notification flashed across his screen.
Curiosity piqued, Jaime unlocked his phone, raising it to his ear to listen to the voicemail. The last voice he expected to hear drifted out of the phoneâs speakers and he dropped it in surprise.Â
Jaime, itâs me. I need to talk to you. I hope this is still your number.
Without hesitation, he returned the call. There was one ring, then two, then three. Jaime bounced his leg up and down before spinning around in his desk chair, his stomach a pit of nerves. As the line continued to ring, he was almost positive he had imagined the voicemail. But then there was an audible click, followed by the sound of his sisterâs voice.
âSo this is your number. Rowanâs handwriting is absolute shit, I couldnât tell if that last number was a seven or a four. Canât believe she wants to go to art school with that chicken scratch.â
âRisa?â Â
âYou sound surprised.â
âWell, I, er. That is-â
His sisterâs laughter sounded tinny, far away. âJaime, relax. Oh, and Merry Christmas. Did you get our card?â
Jaime switched the call to speaker phone and placed his phone on his desk. He stared at it blankly before scrubbing his face with his hands. âCard?â
âYeah, Ro made you a Christmas card in her risography workshop. Sheâs building her portfolio for college but Iâm sure she told you that since you talk, like, all the time.â Risa sounded bitter as she spoke, changing the subject quickly. âAnyway, I need to talk to you about something. Is this a good time?â
In eight years, his middle sister had never once called of her own volition. Even convincing her to be a part of Jaime and Rowanâs âfamily phone callsâ, had taken a few years of their littlest sister badgering her. Now Risa was calling and it sounded important and Jaime couldnât think of a single thing to say. He must have been silent for too long, he realized, hearing his sister clear her throat.
âJay, if youâre busy, just tell me. Iâll find another time,â she said, though from her tone, Jaime could tell that if they didnât talk about what was on her mind now, they likely never would.
âNo! I mean, no, Iâm not busy. I was just-- yeah, no, Iâm here. What-- whatâs up?â Jaime pushed his typewriter to the side before rummaging through his desk drawer for a notebook and pen (just in case he needed to take notes). He chuckled as Risa told him to buckle up, already welcoming the familiarity with which she was speaking to him, no matter how strange it felt.
âThis isnât what Iâm calling about but I might as well tell you while weâre here. Dadâs sick. He said you cursed him or some shit, but itâs all bull. He went off the deep end a few years ago. Totally cuckoo. I figured you didnât know, since you and Ro have your stupid agreement to never mention Charles to each other. Says heâs seeing things. Monsters and shit. Which I would call bull, but I remember that creepy guy. You know, the one waiter at the Dog & Pony that would always stare at you and Mom when we all went for dinner? He only had one eye. I donât mean like an eyepatch. I mean one freaking eye, right in the center of his head. Donât know if you ever noticed that, but I did.â Now that Risa had started talking, it seemed she couldnât stop. âAnd thatâs not the last time I saw something or someone weird like that. Thereâs a girl who works at the nature center in the park and I swear, Jay. I freaking swear that she melts into the trees. Sheâs a dryad right? I got lunch with your aunt last week and she filled me in on some stuff. I donât know how she got in touch with us. Said something about your dad, I donât remember. But, anyway, we got lu-â
âMy aunt?â Jaime interrupted, feeling guilty for doing so, but not seeing where he could get a word in edgewise if he waited for her to pause.
âOh, shit. Wait, thereâs a picture, did I mention a picture? Before I forget. Itâs with your card. I was digging through some of Momâs trail crew stuff in the attic a while back, looking for her old boots, and I found it. It says âDavidâ with a heart next to it on the back. That was his name, right? Your dad?â
Jaime blinked, surprised at both the abrupt subject change and the mention of his father. He didnât want the subject of his aunt to drop but the photograph won his curiosity. âYeah, thatâs him.â
âOkay, so youâll see it, but, like, itâs totally weird. Thereâs a lens flare on it but itâs, like, just across your dad. Kinda ruins the whole picture, you canât see him at all. Itâs like when you try to take a photo of the sun. Mom looks beautiful though, but she always did. I think they were at Otter Cove, and I know that was one of your favorite trails.â
Like trying to photograph the sun. Jaime almost laughed. Risa had no idea how close to the truth she was. Which reminded him, âYou had lunch with my aunt?â
âDude, yeah. And sheâs, like, so cool. If youâre related to so many cool people -- myself and Ro included, obviously -- how did you turn out like this?âÂ
He could hear Risa laugh on the other line and just rolled his eyes. He glanced down at his notebook where heâd written a collection of words: cursed, Cyclops, dryads in Acadia? The latter was underlined several times, whether from surprise or excitement, Jaime couldnât remember. He realized his sister had started speaking again. âIâm sorry, can you repeat that?âÂ
âI was saying, if you were paying attention, that we went to Geddyâs -- that veg place on Main? -- for lunch and she was telling me about some fancy neo-classical city? New Athens or some shit like that, I think. In New York. Is that where you live? Ro told me you were like, weirdly into Greek mythology one time. But honestly, that tracks with some of the stuff Iâve seen. Hey, how come your aunt was looking for me, not you? She said something about mist but it was. like, not even a foggy day. We could see out over the harbor. Crystal clear.â
âThe Mist,â Jaime correctly automatically, then pinched the bridge of his nose. The list in his notebook grew longer as their call stretched on. âI donât know,â he admitted, in response to Risaâs question about his aunt. âDid she tell you her name?â
âArtemis? Which I was like hello, weird, since I was literally just thinking about you and your Greek mythology phase. I asked if she was Davidâs sister and she said âif thatâs what heâs calling himself nowâ. Do estranged siblings run in your side of the family or something?â
At that, Jaime made a choking sound, staring at his phone. The resulting crow of laughter from his sister made it clear that sheâd been expecting, no, hoping for that reaction.Â
âJust messing with you, Jay. Relax. Anyway. Sheâs got this, like, wild grrl gang of hikers that travel the country? Gave me a pamphlet, told me to consider it. She said I could tell Rowan too, but when I did, Ro didnât seem to care at all. Sheâs just got art school on the brain, I think. Your aunt had told me that would happen, said that the Mist was thicker around our sweet baby sister. But, uh, do you know what the Mist is? Iâm, like, pretty sure you do since you corrected me a minute ago.â
âI-â
âYeah thatâs what I thought. So anyway, Aunt Artemis said youâre a demigod. Guess your dadâs name isnât really David, huh? Last I checked, thereâs no Greek god of boring dad names. Care to fill me in? Is that why Iâve seen some weird, like, mythological creatures around the harbor when we were growing up? Oh and Grandma Hana says hi.â
A distressed sound escaped Jaimeâs lips. He had forgotten his sisterâs habit of bouncing from subject to subject and here it was, smacking him in the face with more new information than he could handle at the moment. Christmas wishes had been exchanged with his grandmother the day before, so he didnât have to worry about acknowledging that topic, thankfully. His brain was working in overdrive and he could practically feel Risaâs impatience, the longer he was silent.
âJaime,â she prompted.Â
He sighed, massaging his temples as he stared down at his phone. âHis name isnât David, itâs Apollo. Artemisâ brother. They arenât named after the Greek gods, they are the Greek gods. So yes, that makes me a demigod. And it sounds like...you can probably see through the Mist. At least a little more than most mortals.â
âHoly shit. And you never thought âhey maybe I should tell my sister this super freaking weird but also totally cool thing about meâ? What the shit, Jaime!â
He opened his mouth to tell her that he hadnât known until after he left, until after he read the letter their mother had left for him, but Risa was steamrolling ahead.
âWait...wait, so that was the Artemis? Your aunt is the Artemis? And she- and she invited me to join her immortal Hunt?â He heard a muffled shriek, like she had covered the receiver with her hand. A small smile spread across his face. âWell, Iâm saying yes...obviously.â
âOkay, hold on a second there. Thatâs a big decision, donât you think you shou-â
âOh no, no. Iâm going to stop you right there. You donât get to play the big brother card here, Jay. You donât get to keep secrets for years and then tell me I need to think about accepting an offer from a goddess. And donât say some shit about me looking after Rowan. She doesnât need anyone to look after her. Youâd know that if you were here. Honestly, she does a better job looking after me than I do her. Shit, wait. Does that mean Dadâs not crazy? Did you really make all those people sick all the time? Did you...make Mom sick? Isnât Apollo the god of healing?â
âI wasnât playing the big brother card!â He protested weakly. As she continued, Jaime blanched. Several times. First at the mention of his absence, then at the mention of Charlesâ theories, and again at the mention of their mother. âIâm sorry,â he started, hoping Risa understood that he was apologizing for leaving. They would have more time to unpack that later, he figured.Â
"Charles is definitely still crazy. I didnât make all those people sick. Mom either. I, uh, I only did it once. Made someone sick, I mean. It was a boy that bullied me at school during the years Mom was sick and Charles wouldnât listen to me about it. One day the kid was beating me up and hitting me and, and I, I donât know what happened. I pushed him and pushed? I donât know, energy? At him, and I gave him the chicken pox or something, at least I think thatâs what the school said. Chicken pox,â he scoffed, ducking his head, despite the fact that Risa couldnât see him. âHeâs the god of many things. Music, the arts, the sun. Healing, yeah, but plague and illness is the flip side of that.â
âLike the plague arrows he shot at the Greeks. Before you say anything, yes, Iâve read the Iliad. And The Song of Achilles, which, if you havenât read it, you have to.â As if realized sheâd gotten off track, Risa was quiet for a moment. Jaime was thankful she didnât push him on the subject of his powers; he wasnât sure what he would have said if she had. When his sister spoke again, she sounded farther away, her voice detached. âArtemis told me there are other children of Apollo. You have other family.â
It wasnât a question, it was an accusation -- that was clear. When Jaime answered, he sounded tired. âI do, yeah.â Though his sister couldnât see it, his expression was one of regret. âBut itâs, itâs not like that, Ris.â
âI didnât ask what it was like,â she snapped. After a moment of tense silence, he could hear her sigh. âIâm going to contact Artemis. Learn as much about your world as sheâll tell me. And then Iâm going to join the Hunt.â
With a click, the line went dead.Â
Jaime stared at his phone in silence until the screen darkened, battery dead as well. He heaved a sigh, detangling himself from his desk chair to plug his phone into the cord on his nightstand to charge. So much for recharging, he thought to himself, knowing his own battery was dangerously low. Exhaling a groan, Jaime sunk onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling once more. To the constellations on his ceiling, he murmured, âThat went about as well as it could have, all thing considered.â
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High ~Part 11
A/N: Soooo This is one of the parts that for some reason I felt just needed some bullshit drama. Sorry but also Iâm not.
March 21st came faster than expected. Not only was I almost 7 months pregnant but it was little Grayson's second birthday. It was only family but Mitch wanted to go all out anyway.
The house was decorated with a lot of zoo animals. Grayson was in a phase where exotic animals were the coolest thing in the world so we really played into that. Mitch didn't let me help with anything. He was too worried so he got Will and Freddie to help instead. Everyone had been pretty worried about me which was annoying. Just because I was pretty big didn't mean I couldn't hang some streamers. I did all the housework when he was away at games so I didn't really get it but oh well.
Grayson was having a lot of fun playing with everyone. His aunts, uncles, grandparents, Freddie and William were all there so 12 guests in total. Right now he was jumping on my dad, giggling like crazy.
"I can't believe how big he's getting." Mitch said coming and sitting on the other side of me that William wasn't on.
"I know. My sweet baby boy is two already."
"Did you want to do cake now?"
"Yeah that sounds good." I gave him a quick kiss. "Alright everybody cake time!"
We all gathered around the kitchen table and I sat with Gray on my lap. We all sang happy birthday to him and I helped him blow out the candles.
"Happy birthday baby boy!" I said kissing his forehead.
"I'm not a baby anymore. I'm 2." He said holding up two fingers.
"I'm sorry honey you're right. My big boy."
"Can I have cake?"
"Of course sweetheart." I sat him down and brought the cake to the kitchen to cut it to give out to everyone. Gray had two pieces because he wanted to be like his dad. His sweet toothed glutton of a dad. Gray had much smaller pieces though. After cake we opened presents. My parents worked together combining woodworking and crafting to make him a beautiful Horton hears a who wall hanging. Dr. Suess was Gray's favourite thing. We read books to him every single day.
Ema got him a book in Spanish about grandma's loving grandkids. Freddie got him a few tonka trucks. William got him a small violin. He said so that me and Grayson could play together. I almost cried but I held it together. Everyone else got him an array of toys and stuffed animals. When we got down to the last gift I was confused because everyone was accounted for. I let gray open it and a blue jersey was in the box. He pulled it out and it said Matthews on the back. My blood boiled and I saw red.Â
"Gray, go with uncle Willy."
"Where?" Will asked quietly.
"I don't care."
I waited until I heard the door to the backyard close. Mitch held my hand to try to calm me down but I pulled it away.
"Don't." I said sharply. "Is this some kind of sick joke?"
"(Y/n)-" Mitch tried but I interrupted him.
"No! Who the fuck did this?" I asked holding up the jersey. The room was silent which aggravated me more. "Somebody had to do this. Who? Who is this from?"
"It's from Auston." Brian said quietly.
"I told you not to tell him it was his birthday." Ema said smacking her husband's arm with tears in her eyes.
"He deserves to know, it's his son."
"It's not. He isn't. Why would you ever think this was okay?" I stormed out of the living room and to the kitchen. Brian came in followed Mitch, followed by Ema.
"You literally broke the first condition of being in Grayson's life. I didn't want Auston to know anything about him. Have you been telling him everything this whole time?"
"Sweetie I haven't told Auston a thing about him. I promise you that." Ema said trying to reach out to me. I let her because I believed her. She was crying and I felt bad but I was still angry.
"Auston deserves to know."
"Then he should give a damn and ask me about him. Or Mitch but more so me. He doesn't just get to fuck off for two years and just get to know everything."
"(Y/n) you're being unreasonable. Stop throwing a tantrum, it's his son."
"Brian he's not. He's Mitch's son."
"Grayson is a Matthews. Auston is his father."
"He's a Marner." I sneered quietly as Mitcg held onto me keeping me back.
"You're delusional."
"I'm not. Mitch has been raising him for two years. Mitch has taken care of our family since he found out I was pregnant with Gray. Mitch's name is on the birth certificate. And Grayson's name on his birth certificate is Grayson Harry Marner. You know what Auston's done?" I didn't give him a chance to answer before continuing. "Auston promised me the world. Said he was going to marry me. Then he left me 2 months pregnant and never spoke to me again. He told Mitch that he was doing a shit job of raising Gray. Made him feel bad for taking over where your son just fucked off, for making sure the kid Auston made was cared for in every way possible. If anyone here is delusional, it's you Brian. Thinking that Auston has any right at all to know a damn thing about my baby."
"You're hysterical. You're out of your mind. Keeping my grandson away from his father because you're hung up on being left. If I were Auston I'd have left too. It seems like he dodged a bullet."
"Get out of my house." Mitch said in a hard voice. "Before (y/n) punches you in the head."
"So now she resorts to violence. Maybe she shouldn't have custody of my grandson."
"Brian! How dare you!" Ema look absolutely appalled and disgusted with her husband.
"You are so fucking far out of line it's not even funny." Mitch said stepping between us.
"Brian we need to go. Now." Ema said as if she were talking down on a child who was caught stealing.
"Now and forever. Brian you are no longer welcome in my home or near my son." I said a little more calm. "I don't care how you think of me, you won't be seeing my baby again."
"That won't happen."
"Oh you'll find that it will. Thank you Brian for ruining Grayson's second birthday for me. I won't forget it any time soon. Just leave. Mitchy party's over." I just cried and left going up to our room.
I don't know how long I was up there but eventually Mitch came in and found me sitting on the floor with the tiny jersey in my hands still crying.
"Babe Gray is downstairs with William still. I came to see how you were." He came and sat beside me wrapping his arm around me. "What are you doing baby."
"The bastard signed the jersey." I said with a humorless laugh.Â
"Are you serious?"
"What an arrogant bitch!" I yelled throwing the shirt into the corner of our room. "Who the fuck does he think he is?"
"I don't know baby. I'm sorry."
"We're not keeping this. Can we do something Mitch? Bring it to a kid in the hospital when we go next? I can't keep a signed Matthew's jersey. Grayson is not wearing it. If as he grows up he likes him he can get one but I'm not keeping this now."
"Yeah for sure. We can absolutely do that my love." He pulled me into his lap and cradled me in his arms.
"I dont want to throw it out if there's someone we can make happy with it."
"That's really sweet of you baby."
"We need to have a conversation with Auston."
"If you want to try we can. Or we can just leave it alone. Or I can talk to him before practice."
"No. Let's just leave it as much as we can. I think maybe you should call him and explain what happened here."
"I'll do that you baby. No worries. Just settle down okay? Stress isn't good for you or the babies."
"I just can't believe that Brian would do this. I'm not letting him back. I really meant that Mitchy."
"That's okay love. Auston isn't going to know anything more and that is your choice 100%."
"I hate him Mitch. I don't want to hate your best friend but I do. I hate him so much." I said sobbing into his shoulder. "I wanted to stay neutral and not care but the fucking bitch sent a signed Matthews jersey to Gray. I dont know if it's for himself wanting to be part of his life or if it was just to get a reaction but it's fucked either way. I can't believe he'd do that."
"Baby it's okay. I'm positive Fred is gonna have a talk with him at practice but I'll say something too. Let him know that it's not okay to fuck around like that."
"Thank you lovey." We stayed there Mitch just rocking me for what felt like hours before there was a knock on the door.
"Hey guys sorry to interrupt but we've got a sad little boy on our hands and I can't get him happy again." William was bouncing Gray on his hip while he just cried on his shoulder.
"Oh no my baby boy come here." William gave him to me and I held my crying boy. "Whatsa matter honey?"
"I'm sad."
"How come?" Mitch asked rubbing his back.
"Mommy's sad. I made her sad."
"Gray how do you think you do that?"
"I opened the present."
"No my sweet boy that wasn't your fault at all. You didn't do anything wrong my love. Grandpa Brian did something to make me sad, not you."
"Don't be sad mommy. I love you."
"I love you too my sweet boy." I kissed his head and let out a small laugh. "How could I ever be sad with my little man around?"
"No more sad." He said poking my nose making me laugh. "I'm the boss."
"Yessir." I said saluting him.
"Can I have more cake?"
"Gray you'll barf." Mitch said messing up his hair.
"Hey. I'm the boss." He said pointing at Mitch.
"Not the boss of cake. You can have more cake tomorrow alright?"
"Okay." He said disappointment lacing his voice.
"How about we go bring your new things up to your room?" William asked him.
"Mommy and daddy have to help."
"We'll come help Grayson."
We all went back downstairs and started bringing things up one trip at a time. It didn't help that the boys were being ridiculous and used Gray as a table to bring up some stuffed animals. It didn't work since Grayson was giggling too hard but he was having fun again and I was too so that's all that really mattered.
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