#oh man can’t wait for da morning where I find how messy these thoughts are

[hello-im-not-a-possum]

Prompt: Wally Franks, but he's a wizard.

One wizard Wally coming right up!

It was a miracle how the Janitor kept the studio clean.

Even when it was just a tiny shack of a building, it was a busy tiny shack of a building that had ink and papers constantly spilling everywhere; crumpled up balls of paper that would miss the trashcans, broken bottles of ink, and god knows what else because people are messy. But it was manageable and easily cleaned. After all, if Wally 'slacks off until the last possible second every single day in that dumb hat of his' Franks managed to keep the place spotless, it couldn't be that hard.

Anyone in the studio could recognize Wally without even meeting the man because of that ridiculous hat, but nobody could tell why he wore such a thing as he always changed the story behind it.

"Laugh now, but dese are all the rage ouva in dose hoity-toity upscale cities. I'm gonna mistaken for one of those shmucks and get famous!"

"Oh, dis old thing? Okay, let me set the stage fah ya: Way, way, back in good ol' 1692, my great-great-insert a couple dozen or so more 'greats' in dere grandpa really cheesed off a witch in da woods... *one over the top ridiculous story later* ...and now my entire bloodline is cursed to weah stupid hats."

"I Might've lost da first bet, but ya should've seen da getup the outha guy's stuck with!"

"Da best way ta keep a clown from sneakin' up an killin' ya is ta trick 'em into thinkin' you're one of them."

"All my outha hats got covered in ink."

"Didn't ya see dat Mickey Mouse short in da 'Fantasia' thang Disney put out? Obviously I wear dis stupid hat 'cause gives me magical powers."

"Isn't 'Steamboat Willie' they only animation that Disney made?"

"Aw shoot- I mean, I must've been thinkin' about something else then."

Often after answering he'd laugh and nonchalantly change the subject. Nobody really thought anything of it, the Janitor was the biggest chatterbox in the studio and always had a bunch of different subjects on his mind.

The day after Henry left, the studio expanded.

More rooms to fill with art, more people to fill the void of the lost creator, more ink to fuel it all. In fact, it didn’t stop there, why should it? Joey more musicians and started hiring voice actors to make future cartoons even better than the old ones, to prove to himself that he didn't need Henry to make their creation successful. Yet in spite of this rapid growth, the cleaning staff still only had one member; a single janitor and his stupid, colorful, pointy hat.

Joey didn’t even bother trying to hire anyone else for the studio’s cleaning staff. Even when animators and musicians got concerned for Wally about being the only janitor at such a big studio, Joey always said that he could never find anyone as ‘talented’ as Wally for the job. And to the Director’s credit, he was correct. No matter how large the studio grew, no matter how often the janitor slacked off, and no matter how bad the messes got, the studio would always be completely and perfectly spotless when the workers arrived in the morning. While Wally did complain to high heaven about having to clean up after everybody and often repeated what was essentially now his catchphrase, he never seemed to be exhausted from the job itself. If anything, he seemed to be overall more well rested than the other staff.

However, almost no one paid mind to this, after all, they work to do and had deadlines to meet, no time to spend wondering about the Janitor's uncanny ability to stay on top of his workload, they just were used to it and accepted it as one of the studio workers’ natural mysteries. Like how the building felt like it was changing itself sometimes, or how the projectionist seemed to be anywhere and or everywhere, or how the music director seemed to be a seer who made bitter, sarcastic, and or dry humored remarks that would often turn into accurate predictions of the future, or how Joey always seemed to know where everyone in the studio was. (Okay, that last one might’ve just been that he had the building wiretapped and there was nothing supernatural about that.)

Thankfully for Wally Franks, there was only one person who really took the time to sit down and question how he managed to get all several stories of the now almost constantly inked studio completely spotless was the man who had piled on a couple extra chores with his and his machine's arrival.

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“So I’m cleaning da studio late at night an' I almost forgot dat Mistah Conner started doing late night shifts an' he almost caught me in full swing, I had brooms and mops out flyin' everywhere an' he almost saw everythang! Luckily, his footsteps are pretty heavy so it was easy ta know when he was coming but man dat was close! And I'm startin' ta think he's caught on to da fact dat there's something fishy goin' on down 'ere an' I bet I was really something suspicious back 'dere. 'Dis is the first time since dat incident he let me outta his sight while on da clock. What do ya think Sam? Last straw? Should I really get outta here before it gets worse? How'd my futuah look eitheah way?"

The music director sighed in annoyance before answering the janitor.

"For the last goddamned time, I CAN'T really see the future, Franks! That's just a dumb running joke between the studio."

"But you definitely can! And wit' accuracy too! remembah when ya told me ta not eat dat sandwich in the fridge or else I'd get punched even though it was MY Sandwich and afta I shrugged ya off, Jerry went an' clocked me in da jaw? You saw the freakin' futuah! You saw that I'd get punched and ya tried ta warn me!"

"Or, I saw the fact you have a long history of eating other people's food, had my back turned to you at the moment, and thought you were eating Jerry's sandwich. Jerry probably also thought you were eating his sandwich because you two brought in the exact same lunch!"

The musician stood up from his seat to refill his coffee mug, but before he could, the janitor dropped down on his knees in front of him and gave him his best 'puppy dog eyes'.

"C'mon Sammy! Please tell me what I should do! I don't wanna end up stuck in jail or dead from this! I have a girlfriend and a kid!"

The unwilling prophet pinched the bridge of his nose as he thought of something to tell the "wizard" to get him off his back.

"My best advice to you is to tell Conner about your secret in a secluded area, preferably a night shift you both work. If he doesn't believe you, demonstrate a simple yet flashy spell. And then wait for his reaction. If you get the feeling he's going to tell the world, tell him that if he tells anyone else, you will curse him and his entire bloodline."

"Wait, really? I mean, I don't plan on ignorin' ya but is dat really the best caurse of action?"

"What's wrong with it?"

"Well fer starters, cursing an entirah bloodline ain't somethin' you should take lightly! Even if it's something small, just, an' kinda silly like; 'Every time ya yell at someone for somethin' they didn't do, yer voice turns all high pitched and squeaky'. Ya could end up ruinin' someone's life! What if Tom's great-great grandson or whateva decided ta become a lawyeah and while defendin' his client, his voice got all squeaky. He'd be da laughin' stock of da legal system an' I'd be ta blame!"

"Okay, fine. Then just curse Conner specifically if he tries to ruin your life."

"But I don't even use magic on livin' things! What if I screw up an' accidentally turn him inta some kinda squeaky toy? Besides, is dere any otha way than just, revealing my secret dat I kept for my entirah life ta some guy who came in here an' started bossin' me around?"

Sammy rolled his eyes in annoyance. An action that registered to Wally as 'Why do these people keep asking me for help with the future if they keep fighting against me over the advice I give?' While Sammy knew his action meant 'Why am I constantly being bothered by my coworkers over their dumb running jokes pretending that magic is real?'

"Well, you told me, didn't you?"

"I mean, yeah, but dat's different! We're both, you know, and he's... well, not! I know you won't out me, but he might, even unda da threat of cursing!"

The two stood in silence for a bit before Sammy tried to leave again and Wally blocked his way.

"Just in case, do ya have any otha predictions?"

"I predict that if you stand between me and the coffee machine for any longer, you will suffer a terrible fate by my hands."

"Okay, okay! jeeze..."

And as the musician left for the break room, Wally silently dreaded the next time he and Tom would work a night shift together. Hopefully the studio's constantly irritated oracle was right about this being the best course of action.

#bendy and the ink machine #wally franks #sammy lawrence #batim au #fanfic #request

[isitgintimeyet]

Road To The Aisles

The Ties That Bind second arc

So, legal battle won, the hard work begins. In a year full of changes, Jamie and Claire must learn how to be parents, juggle work, friends and family, and deal with an ex and her mother. Not forgetting to fit in their own special ‘grown-up’ time…

… oh, and plan a wedding, of course.

This story starts just after the legal agreement reached in Ned Gowan’s office and before the final scene of The Ties That Bind. It will be clear where the two stories merge. It is a continuation and so will make more sense if you’ve read The Ties That Bind first.

Thanks to @mo-nighean-rouge, @happytoobserve and @wickedgoodbooks.

I aim to post every weekend, if possible. Hope you enjoy...

Chapter 1: An Awaited Introduction

“See how he clings to my finger. I’m sure he knows me already. He cries when the nurse takes him away. Oh Marilla, do you think - you don’t think, do you - that his hair is going to be red?”

L.M. Montgomery, Anne’s House of Dreams

Geillis looked around the small tea room with satisfaction.

“Thank god there are still places like this. I went tae a place last week… it had all the atmosphere of an aircraft hanger, but wi’ these stupid wee chairs, like a school. And the waiters, sae fuckin’ pretentious.”

She sipped her mug of tea with relish. “All I asked fer was a mug of tea and a jam doughnut. The wee fella looked at me like I was pond scum and told me in his fake Morningside accent, that they only served ‘high end teas’... or some such shite. Nae milk or sugar, and the matcha green tea doughnut looked like it was growing penicillin.”

She bit into her scone. “Anyway,” she spoke through a mouthful of crumbs. “I’m sorry. That’s enough of ma blather, tell me exactly what happened wi’ the lawyer yesterday.”

Claire smiled at her friend. “It was as good as we hoped. The lawyer John recommended was brilliant. Jamie got everything he asked for. Geneva didn’t have a leg to stand on. Shared custody of William. So Jamie will have William every Sunday evening until Tuesday, well, until morning drop off at childcare, I suppose. And then alternate weekends, from Friday evening. It’s a bit hazy at the moment, until William’s a bit older and in nursery.”

“But how do ye feel, Claire? This has all been about Jamie and the baby. What about ye? I mean this is pretty huge, is it no’? Ye’re gonna be a step-mother. That’s a forever thing. And ye’re always goin’ tae have tae deal wi’ Geneva… and her mother.” The look on Geillis’s face clearly showed her opinion of Geneva and Louisa Dunsany.

“To be honest, G, it’s only just hitting me.” Claire picked up her teaspoon and started methodically stirring her tea, clockwise then anti-clockwise, as she spoke. “Last night, after all the excitement, I lay in bed  while Jamie was asleep, just thinking about it all. I mean I’ve never actually met William yet. I know that’s hardly surprising… Geneva didn’t even let Jamie see him for weeks. And now I’m going to be a big part of his life.”

She put the spoon down. “It’s like… like… being on an express train. I had a choice, when Jamie first told me. I chose to stay, to get on the train and to deal with all this. And I don’t regret it, any of it. And then with all the problems with Geneva and her mother and the lawyers, well, I didn’t have time to think about it. All our energy was on sorting that mess out. And now the train has slowed, we’ve reached the destination and I’m thinking ‘oh shit, what do I do now that I’m here?’”

“Ye ken fine what tae do. Ye’re a doctor, ye can cope.”

Claire smiled at her friend’s words of encouragement. “Practically, I know I can cope. It’s not that. What if… what if… William doesn’t like me? What will I do? And what will Jamie do?”

Geillis got up from her chair and rushed to Claire’s side of the table. She wrapped her arms tightly around her friend and kissed her loudly on the cheek. “Hush, there is nae way that William will no’ love ye. Ye are amazing… I ken that, Jamie kens that and that wee bairn will too.”

Returning to her seat, Geillis continued. “So, was there no big scene in the lawyer’s office? Did Geneva no’ go after yer blood? I can’t imagine she’d be too pleased seeing that ring on yer finger.”

Claire held her hand out to admire the diamond solitaire once more before replying. “Sorry to disappoint you, but no scene. I did, however, have to put Louisa right on a couple of things.”

“Ooh, such as?”

“That she had no right to question me about my behaviour, I owed her no explanations. And what I thought about their little game-playing.”

“Ok, but more importantly, does she ken ye’re engaged? Did she see the ring?”

“I didn’t actually mention it, but I may have wafted it in her general direction a couple of times.”

Geillis laughed. “Fuckin’ brilliant. I think that’s game, set and match tae ye, Claire. Ye’ve won.”

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Claire stood at the hob, stirring the Ragù sauce, a pan of water bubbling next to it, ready for the pasta to be cooked as soon as Jamie came home. She wiped her hands on her apron before taking a sip of her wine.

In the previous weeks, starting from the day of William’s birth, she had tried to increase her cooking repertoire and had found it both therapeutic and incredibly enjoyable. To her surprise, she was now the proud owner of not only an apron, but also a Mezzaluna and a mortar and pestle. Following recipes appealed to her logical mind and the very act of cooking gave her time to think and contemplate.

She thought about her chat with Geillis. It really didn’t feel like she’d ‘won.’ It wasn’t a competition in her eyes (although Geneva had obviously thought otherwise), but the gateway to a new part of her life. ‘Stepmother’ - Claire inwardly shuddered at the very word, with its evil fairytale connotations. She just wanted to love William, for all their sakes, and hope that he would come to love her as well.

Claire moved to the fridge as she heard the front door and poured Jamie a glass of chilled white wine. The image of a Stepford wife briefly came into her mind but she laughed it away. No Stepford wife would ever have hair as messy as hers, nor willingly immerse their hands in the amount of blood and gore that she did. She just had to remember that, in addition to their new roles as Da and Stepmum, they were still Jamie and Claire, they were still the same people.

Jamie came into the kitchen. Having finally got to spend time with his son, he was still clearly bursting with excitement. He came up behind Claire, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzled the back of her neck.

“Mmm, Sassenach, ye smell of garlic and basil.”

She turned in his arms and brought hers around his neck. Bringing her head to rest on his chest, she sniffed then pulled away. “And you, James Fraser, smell of… baby spit up.”

Jamie grinned. “Aye, weel, there may have been a wee bit of that after I fed him.”

“You fed him? With a bottle?” Claire spoke without thinking.

Jamie chuckled.

“Nah, with one of ma fully functioning man breasts… Aye, with a bottle. Geneva knows he’s goin’ tae have tae have the bottle when we… I…” Jamie rapidly corrected himself. “When I look after him here. And I changed his nappy. First nappy ever.”

"I can't believe you've never changed a nappy. Not even your nephew's?"

"Nah, I've always been more on the fun uncle side of things, ye ken. And before, with William, it took all ma effort tae get Geneva tae let me hold the bairn, never mind actually tend tae him."

“So, how did you find the nappy change?”

“Fer a wee bairn that’s only fed on milk, it was surprisingly… gross. It gets everywhere.”

Claire instinctively took a step back.

“Nah,” he paused and sniffed before confirming. “No’ on me. But the wee laddie drew his feet right up in tae it.”

Claire laughed. “You're supposed to hold his feet out of the way. Did Geneva not tell you?”

“Aye, I ken that now. But Geneva didna tell me or show me anything. She jes’ sat in the corner, watching every move. Like she was scoring me on ma performance. I tell ye, I canna wait until I can be with him and no’ have her peering over ma shoulder.”  

Claire passed Jamie his wineglass and turned back to the cooking.

“Sassenach, let dinner wait a while. I need tae ask ye something. Will ye come intae the lounge?”

Claire turned the hob off as Jamie took her hand and led her into the living room. They sat together on the sofa. Claire sipped her wine and waited.

“Sassenach, I canna tell ye how it felt tae spend time with William today. He’s such a braw lad.” Jamie paused for a moment, reliving the day’s emotions.

“Anyway, if ye’d like tae… would ye come with me tomorrow tae meet him?”

Claire’s stomach flipped. She took a larger sip of wine before answering.

“Jamie, you know I want to meet William, but tomorrow? Are you sure? I mean so soon. Geneva’s hardly even got used to the idea of sharing William. Have you asked her?”

“Aye, I asked her. She wasna happy about it, but what can she do? Ye’re a big part of ma life and will be a big part of William’s life too. If ye're willing ye can finally meet him."

“Of course I’d like to but...” Claire hesitated, unwilling to dampen Jamie's excitement at the meeting.

"Tell me, please. What's troubling ye? Are ye worried about Geneva? I willna leave ye, ye dinna even have tae speak tae her if that's a problem."

"It's not that. It’s just, well, this is pretty huge… life changing… and I am worried. Babies can be fussy creatures. What if he doesn’t like me? What if he won’t stop crying when he sees me? How will we cope?”

Jamie put his wineglass down. Claire reluctantly let him put hers on the table too. He tucked her curls behind her ear before stroking her cheek.

“Claire, I dinna think that will happen at all. But if it does, we will manage. William will grow tae like ye… tae love ye. Dinna worry about what might never happen. So, no pressure, do ye want tae meet him tomorrow?”

Claire nodded.

Jamie continued. “The only thing is, Sassenach, Geneva doesna want ye in her home, so we’ve agreed, if ye’re willing, tae meet at Isobel’s house.”

“That’s fine. I have no wish to spoil the, no doubt, perfect ambience of her house.”

Jamie grinned. “Aye, somehow I dinna think her interior design is going tae survive much longer, not once William’s mobile. I’m so happy you’re going tae meet him, Sassenach. I canna wait fer tomorrow.”

***************

Claire stood nervously waiting on the front door step. Jamie took her hand, entwined his fingers with hers and gently stroked her palm with his thumb. He looked at her, checking that she was ready. She nodded as Jamie knocked on Isobel’s door.

Isobel had obviously been waiting as the door opened almost immediately. She shepherded them into the hall. The sound of a baby crying came from another room.

Isobel shrugged. “I’m afraid William’s being a little bit unsettled today. Geneva was up several times in the night. But I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

They followed Isobel down the hall. Before she opened the door to the living room, she turned and spoke to Claire.

“I’m so glad you’ve come to see him. Don’t worry, Mummy’s not here. I told her to go shopping. I’m not sure what you said to her, but she didn’t seem too keen to stick around and see you anyway. And I have reminded Geneva to be polite. Seriously, they’re more difficult to handle than my students! I’ll settle you and then go and put the kettle on for us.”

Isobel’s living room was bright, airy, and tastefully decorated. It was also filled with various baby paraphernalia. A changing mat lay on the floor next to a bag overflowing with toys, nappies and clothing. A baby gym was balanced precariously on a chair. William’s car seat was discarded on the sofa, a couple of muslin cloths draped over it.

Geneva sat in the midst of this, cradling a somewhat fretful baby. Isobel hurriedly moved the baby gym off the chair and indicated that Claire should sit.

Jamie stopped himself from rushing over to take William from Geneva as he stayed at Claire’s side.

“Hello, Geneva,” Jamie greeted Geneva formally. “I believe Williams’s being a wee bit tetchy today.”

Geneva looked over to Jamie and Claire. Despite the immaculate makeup, the lack of sleep was clearly evident on her face.

“That is an understatement.” There was no trace of friendliness or humour in her voice.

“Weel, have ye tried tae…”

“Spare me any misguided advice. He is fed and clean and dry… just not too happy. Here, take him. My arm’s gone to sleep.”

With a quick look to Claire, Jamie moved across to Geneva and took the baby from her arms.

Claire felt her chest tighten and tears fill her eyes as she watched Jamie, standing in the centre of the room holding William. She had grown accustomed to seeing him cuddling his nephew and baby niece, but to know this was Jamie’s son affected her more than she had realised.

Jamie looked directly at her and mouthed “You ok?”.

Claire nodded and blinked several times to clear her eyes.

“So, would ye like tae meet William?” Jamie asked, bending over and placing the baby in her arms.

Claire looked down into the red, creased face of Jamie’s son, a little whimpering sound now coming from him. She stroked his cheek gently.

“Hello there, William,” she whispered.

“You need to be careful you don’t scratch him with your ring... And remember to make sure his head is supported.”

Jamie turned to Geneva, trying to remain calm at her intervention. “Claire kens all that. She is a doctor after all. She’s used tae dealing with bairns. She doesna need ye tae point that out, do ye, Claire?”

There was no response from Claire, as she focused solely on William, studying his features intently. He grew calm in her arms, quietening before giving a massive yawn and rubbing one small dimpled fist over his face.

The door opened and Isobel popped her head in. “Geneva, dear, can you come and give me a hand? I’m not sure if this baby monitor thing is working.”

She winked at Jamie as Geneva reluctantly made her way out of the room.

Jamie sat down on the floor at Claire’s feet, watching Claire’s face as she lowered her head to kiss William, now drifting happily off to sleep. Jamie leant his head against her knee.

“How do ye feel, Sassenach?”

Claire thought for a moment, lost for words. “Jamie, he’s lovely… just perfect. And I can see you in him... that chin… and that red hair. I still can’t believe he’s here and going to be part of our lives. How about you?”

“Every time I’ve been with William, even though that’s been grand there’s always been Geneva, with her games and her comments and her resentment… and her mother. This is the first time I can see how it will be, when William comes tae our house and it’s the three of us.”

William stirred for a moment before returning to his contented slumber.

“Yes, Jamie, the three of us… our family.”

#outlander fan fiction #outlander fanfic #Jamie Fraser #claire beauchamp #Road To The Aisles #Chapter 1 #modern au #plenty of fluffy fluffiness #the ties that bind sequel #still nervous about posting

[prettyfunkyunorganized]

Sugar Daddy Hanzo part 7

Hey there everyone! Another chapter all ready for you. Some set up for the next part and some struggles with how much you want your man back.

And btw, thanks for answering my question last time! It was super fun to see your responses! :D

Around 4,300 words today. Enjoy!

BTW, this whole business world AU is based on my bud @watch-your-grammer‘s post here. She’s glorious and so is her work.

The rest of the story: pt one, pt two, pt three, pt four, pt five, pt six 

Saturdays were supposed to be relaxing – not a clusterfuck, but here you were, half tacking on another day to the workweek and half trying to get your best friend’s baby shower in order. And all the way losing your shit.

“What the hell do you mean Clarissa’s Cupcakes pulled out on us,” you fumed at your phone as you tried to dig through your desk for the to-do list that just kept growing and growing.

“Yeah,” Jules said slowly, “they canceled on us.”

“We paid upfront for that stupid reservation! What the hell happened?”

“They said someone else made them a better offer or something. The whole place is closed for the day for a private party, dude. We’re kinda boned,” Jules said, sounding pretty damn dejected for her, but at least that meant she was taking this seriously.

You heaved a long sigh and thought a moment. “Okay, okay. That’s okay. We’ll figure something else out. If all else fails, we can have the party at one of our places. Mags will be fine with that.”

“As long as it's not mine, I’m cool with that,” Jules agreed, going right back to optimistic fast enough to give you emotional whiplash.

“Why not yours,” you asked, “you’ve got that great dining and kitchen area. I’ll help you get it ready as soon as I’m done here.”

“About that,” she laughed, “I’m in the middle of a job, and my creative process is uh, messy, as you know. And this time the subject matter is sorta graphic. Like aliens with tentacles that have teeth graphic.”

Having one of your besties be an animatronic whiz and well-respected movie monster creator was great around Halloween. Right now, not so much.

“Well fuck. Nicole will never let that many people she doesn’t know in her place, so I guess my apartment it is,” you groaned.

“No offense babe, but your place is pretty small for that. I could try to clean my stuff up some, I guess, but the alien herself ain’t going nowhere right now.”

“No, no,” you sighed, “I got it. I’ll move some stuff around and rig up some more seating. Just hope I can get home in time.”

There was a pause on the other side of the line, and you knew what was coming next. A scolding. “You better not be where I think you are,” Jules said in her most grown-up tone.

“Um,” you hesitated.

“Good freakin’ gods woman! That job is bleeding you dry! You gotta stop letting them treat you like this.” She sounded more disappointed than angry, which stung plenty.

“I know, I know, but you know me, I work hard! It’s what I do. It’s important.”

“Lovebug,” Jules said gently, calling you by your childhood nickname to get her point across, “I know your mom and dad always told you that, but working yourself into a pit isn’t good either. Especially since that company doesn’t appreciate you and all you do. You could be doing so much better! You’ve got enough big-name clients that you should absolutely have more than that cheap little cubicle. You work with fucking Lucio himself, girl! That’s big-time shit!”

“I – I know,” you fumbled, “but there aren’t any openings here for a better position. I’ve just got to wait it out.”

“You ought to ask for a raise,” Jules snorted.

“Yeah, probably,” you huffed, rubbing your temple. “I don’t know why I can stand up to Hanzo like I did but going up to my superiors here at work seems daunting – even though I know I deserve more.”

“Because your parents taught you to value your career more than relationships and you’re still internally trying to please them despite the fact that you know they’re unhealthy and unhappy,” Jules said frankly. “Childhood psychological shit, it’ll get you every time.”

“No kidding,” you laughed, taking a moment to close your eyes and remind yourself that you were so much more than just your job.

“I know you’re not going to just blow off work,” Jules said, “but don’t go crazy today, alright? We have a party to get to! And the world won’t end just because you left some stuff to be done on Monday.”

“That much I can do,” you agreed, “thanks, Jules.”

“No problem. I don’t have many wise moments, but when I do, I’m more than happy to share them.”

“Maybe you ought to share some weed with me next week to get rid of the nerves before I go ask my boss for a raise,” you suggested, only partially joking.

“Holy fuck yes! Yes! Babe, let’s do it! Nicole can give you one of her hardcore pep talks and Mags can make you feel all good and shit! Fuck yeah! This is happening. I’ve decided.”

“Oh dear god what have I started,” you giggled.

“This is the best idea you’ve ever had.”

“Jules, love, I dig the excitement, but we have other things to focus on right now. If I get my place ready for the party can you get food?”

“Sure thing,” she said nonchalantly, “snacks are basically my specialty. I’ve got a caterer that owes me a favor, too.”

“Awesome, thanks, Jules. I’ll talk to you later. Keep me in the loop.”

“Yup. You just get done with stupid-ass work, alright?”

“I’ll try.”

You spent the next few hours toiling away at work, mostly alone at the office once again. Jules was right, you did have a problem. Thankfully, your phone buzzed, reminding you that time was in fact passing and you had other, much more enjoyable things to do.

‘Hey the caterer needs to get into your place soon to drop off goodies. You home?’

It was Jules. Who would be all over you for still being at work. “Fuck,” you hissed before typing a simple, ‘No.’

‘Da faq girl,” she replied.

‘I’m getting decorations and shit,’ you lied.

‘Oh. Cool. You do you. Just get home soon, k?’

‘Yep,’ you sent back, realizing you had dug yourself into a hole. Now you had to decorate, get home, and make your place presentable in a much too small window of time. Frantically, you called Nicole to see if she could help, but no she was still at the vet with her pup. Maggie’s mother could open the door for the caterer, but then she’d freak out about how ‘dirty’ the place was and start stressing and cleaning everything – or, even worse, tattle to your parents about ‘the state of that place!’ There was Maggie’s mother-in-law, but she was something of an attention whore and a snob who would undoubtedly make up some dramatic story about having to go to some ‘tacky shop’ for ‘tacky décor’ and how she did ‘the absolute best she could under the circumstances.’

No.

You were not listening to that on your day off.

Well, your day almost off.

As you scrolled through your contact list trying to find someone to help, a sudden text popped up. From Hanzo, no less.

“Huh,” you said frowning at his name. An image of him trying to pick out baby shower do-dads came to mind and made you cackle. “Oh hell no, I’m not asking him to do that, no matter how great the blackmail would be if I got pictures. Not that I could ever see the need to blackmail him.”

Since the morning at the coffee shop, you and Hanzo had done exactly as you had agreed upon. You were civil, spoke on occasion, and played nice. He was always respectful and appreciative of any time you gave him, but the tension was still there. At times, you would sill times get shudder including memories of that night he terrified you in that parking lot, but you were starting to see that part of him less and less with each conversation. Most of the time when he reached out to you, it was for a bit of advice or asking about something he’d read. He was a voracious reader now, it seemed, devouring anything he could get his hands on about overcoming mental obstacles. That seemed to be his new safe space – where he retreated when he was having a setback or had done something he deemed to be wrong.

He was being too hard on himself, you knew that, but there was only so much you could do while keeping an appropriate distance.

It was hard not to go to him and run your fingers through his hair, whispering soft reassurances.

The sadness that often coated his voice when you spoke on the phone made your stomach twist.

But this was his battle, and he would fight it in his own way. He had others to help him along the way, and he wasn’t your responsibility.

Hanzo was, however, always saying that he wanted to repay your kindness, so maybe you could ask him for a favor. Friend to friend.

You called him up before you could chicken out and waited rather impatiently for him to pick up.

“Hello,” he said, surprise and unease in his tone.

“Oh thank goodness,” you sighed. “Hey, Hanzo it’s me.”

“Yes, of course,” he said, “is something wrong?”

“What? No,” you replied in confusion. “Why would there be?”

“No reason,” he explained, “I was just not expecting a call. Usually, I am the one asking if I may bother you with a phone call.”

“Right,” you said laughing awkwardly, “well, the thing is, I sorta need some help.”

“What can I do,” he asked gravely. You could see his pensive face so clearly in your mind. It made you smile.

“Chill, Hanzo, I’m fine. It’s a little thing really, but I didn’t know who else to go to.”

“I am glad to hear you are alright and I am of course happy to help however I can,” he said softly. That damn voice of his was going to be the death of you.

“So, the gals and I are throwing Mags a baby shower,” you began.

“I see,” Hanzo said worriedly.

“Calm down,” you snorted, “you don’t have to come or anything, I just need someone to unlock the door for the people bringing food.”

“Ah, well, that I can most certainly do. Is there a spare key I should use nearby?”

“Yeah. It’s in a little magnetized box under the ridge of the big metal planter to the left of the door. If you can’t find it, give me a text.” You grabbed your purse and headed to the stairs.

“I will,” Hanzo said, evidently still taking this quite seriously, “but something has just occurred to me.”

“What’s that?”

“I have never been to your apartment,” he said, making you stop and frown.

“Well I’ll be damned, you haven’t. Whoops. I’ll text you the address in a sec, just leaving work.”

“My, my,” he said with a small chuckle, “your dedication is admirable.”

“That’s not what my friends say,” you grumbled.

“Why is that?”

“I may have a slight problem with balance,” you admitted sheepishly, “but I’m working on it. I do have a tendency to throw myself into the office when I’m stressed about other things, though.”

“Did I cause that reaction this time,” he asked gently.

In all honesty, yes, you were still dealing with the repercussions of taking on too much work to distract yourself after you and Hanzo broke it off, but he wasn’t the only cause. “Nah, it’s more me. I need to stop this pattern I always get myself into. I’ve basically buried myself in paperwork this time.”

“I can relate,” Hanzo hummed out, sounding stressed. As usual. “Do try to take care of yourself, though, will you? I – I worry. I know you are capable and independent, but . . . nonetheless.”

You shut your eyes tightly at the twinge in your heart. He could be so sweet. Sometimes. “Just, um, let me know if you need anything else, okay? I gotta go get some stuff.”

Hanzo cleared his throat tensely. “You have my word.”

“Thanks, Hanzo. Bye.” You let out an abysmal groan as soon as you hung up. “Why does he have to make it so hard to not like him?!”

Darting through the nearest party supply store like a tornado did wonders to take Hanzo off your mind – if there was anything in this world that absolutely did not remind you of that man, it was pink streamers and glitter – but seeing him standing next to your open doorway brought a wave of emotions you really didn’t have time to deal with.

You’d never seen him dress so . . . casually before. And . . .

Damn.

“Hey,” you called to him, cursing the way your voice broke. Christ, it was like you were back in high school, fawning over an upperclassman. At least this time he didn’t have swoopy hair. You had such terrible taste back then.

Well, maybe you still did, but that was a thought for another day.

“Hello,” he said with a smile. You looked him up and down as two people carried in a few trays. “Is something the matter,” he asked when he caught you staring.

“Nope,” you said with a grin, “I just didn’t know you owned anything other than freshly pressed suits.”

“Yes, well,” he said flushing, “you called me while I was in the middle of . . . something.”

“Son of a – ” you hissed, “I’m sorry! I didn’t even ask if you were busy, did I? I didn’t mean to – ”

Hanzo reached over and took a few of the bags hanging from your arms. “Think nothing of it. You did not interrupt anything important.”

You ushered him in and set the mess of shopping bags down. “Thanks again for letting these guys in,” you said gesturing to the people arranging miniature cakes all over your countertop, “but you didn’t have to stick around if you have other things to do. They’re good people, totally trustworthy.”

“I thought it best to stay close just in case. Not because I doubted their professionalism, but to see if you needed anything else. Based on the amount of food these people have brought in, you have quite the event going on here,” he said eyeing the pile of appetizers.

“Maggie has seven sisters-in-law,” you explained, trying not to grimace.

“Honto?! I cannott imagine,” Hanzo reeled.

You giggled, “Neither can I! I’ve always had such a small family, having ten in a household seems like hell to me.”

“Agreed,” Hanzo murmured, shaking his head.

“Anyway,” you said, smiling at him, “I should be fine. I’ve still got an hour to put up some decorations and tidy up a bit before the other girls get here to help me finish up. We got this.”

“Then I will leave you to it,” Hanzo said with a small bow before heading back to the hall.

“Wait,” you blurted, not really knowing why you’d said it. He turned back to you and waited.

Your face went hot as you rushed over to the kitchen and plucked a peach topped cake for him. “Here,” you said handing it to him, “for your trouble.”

“That is not necessary,” he said kindly, giving you an impossibly tender look, “I am simply glad I could help, and for a chance to see you.”

This was the first time you had seen each other face to face since that day at the coffee shop. He looked good, and not just because he always looked good. There was a sort of calm about him, as if maybe he wasn’t so bogged down by everything anymore. A proper therapist could do that.

You were happy for him. He deserved some progress, to not be alone and attacking himself all the time. You truly believed that.

And you also knew he had a sweet tooth as bad as yours.

“Take it,” you said, grabbing his hand and placing the little square napkin in his palm. “I know you want to.”

He grinned. “I can only say so to buttercream frosting so many times. Thank you, and enjoy your party. It sounds like you could use some fun.”

“I will. Take care, Hanzo.”

“I shall do my best,” he said with a nod, “and by the way, I like your home. It is, hmm, ‘warm’, I suppose is the word  am looking for. Or perhaps safe. I never quite understood how to navigate that line between ‘house’ and ‘home,’ but you certainly have.”

Something about that sentence made you pout involuntarily as your heart dropped.

“Not that I mean to be looking for sympathy,” Hanzo said quickly, “I meant it as a compliment! I should not have made that comment about me, I apologize.”

The blush he got. It was too much.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said wavering a little closer to him. “I’m flattered that you like my place. Here I thought it might not be fancy or cleaned up enough for you.”

He scoffed, “Please, my own maid thinks I am a bit too much of a ‘neat freak.’ I know not everyone has my uncanny need to have everything polished.”

“Yeah, I don’t polish anything,” you laughed, walking him to the elevator, “but I probably should be more on top of the dishes.”

Hanzo shrugged, “If I did not have someone tidying up for me, I would likely be the same way. Or I would just eat out more often, I am not sure which.”

You parted ways with a wave that left you feeling unsatisfied. It was as if your skin was itching for his touch.

“Fucking hell,” you moaned, “I gotta get over this guy.”

The party came and went, Hanzo’s piercing eyes lingering in your mind when you weren’t occupied. You had thought you were over this dumb puppy dog love stage weeks ago, but evidently not. Maybe it was seeing the way Maggie and her wife got along that made you feel like this. Or seeing a new family being started in front of you. Or maybe it was just loneliness. Once everyone had left the house you were on your own again, wishing you had someone to vent to about your boss emailing you about picking up another coworker’s slack.

“I always get like this when I’m tired,” you tried to assure yourself, “I’ll get over it. All I need is a shower and some proper sleep. And maybe for my boss to stop being a shitlord.”

Soon, you were settled on the couch hair up in a microfiber towel and your fluffiest robe around your shoulders. You felt better, yes, but you couldn’t help but think about snuggling up in Hanzo’s wide-collared hoodie from earlier today.

“Why are boy hoodies always the best,” you asked the universe, slightly perturbed at this unwarranted slight the fashion industry had given your gender.

Your ringtone went off, and you swiped your phone from the coffee table. Hanzo again.

Now the universe was really being a dick.

‘I hope everything went well tonight,’ he had sent. ‘I forgot to mention that I set your key by the sink. One of the caterers saw where you had hidden it, so you may want to find another location just to be safe, but that may just be my paranoia at work.’

“Worrywart,” you snickered before sending back, ‘Yes I saw it. Thanks. Good idea. And yeah, we had a good time. A few hiccups, but I handled it.’

‘Hiccups? Is everything alright?’

‘There was a small soon-to-be-Grandma fight, and Bruce Wayne peed on one of my plants, but that’s all.’

It took him longer to respond than usual, but then a confused, ‘Bruce Wayne? The Batman alter ego,’ came through. You laughed and snuggled deeper into your cushions.

‘Nicole’s dog has a solemn looking face and very pointy little ears that make him look like Batman, hence the name. Gotta admit, I’m a little surprised you knew that name of the top of your head, or did you Google it,’ you teased.

‘Genji told me. He says hello,’ Hanzo admitted.

Half a second later Hanzo was calling you. “Um, yeah,” you said into the receiver.

“I told you she would pick up,” Genji said, sounding as if he were straining.

“And I asked you not to call her,” you barely heard Hanzo say. “It is late, and she has had a long day.”

“Well then maybe you should not have texted her,” Genji replied jokingly.

“That is different,” Hanzo griped. It was nice to hear them acting like normal brothers.

“What is going on,” you asked as a smile crossed your face.

“I stole Hanzo’s phone so I could talk to you,” Genji explained, “and now he is trying to get it back, but I am faster.”

There was a slew of angry Japanese that made Genji burst out laughing. “That sounds like a dangerous game you’re playing, Genji,” you giggled. “Was there a reason you called, or are you just torturing your big bro.”

“Meh, a little of column A, a little of column B,” he replied.

“Perhaps I should just call Mercy as retaliation,” you heard Hanzo say in a voice so devious you had to add a dramatic gasp to the conversation.

“WHAT,” Genji yelped, “and when did – how did you get my phone?!”

“I always took my stealth studies more seriously than you did, brother,” Hanzo chuckled.

“Damn it,” Genji said defeatedly, “okay, fine, I will give it back, but before I do, I wanted to invite your lovely friend here to a party I am having next week. Everyone at Overwatch adored you, and we would love to have you there if that would not be too awkward.”

“You want to invite me,” you clarified.

“But of course,” Genji all but sang. “It is just a casual little thing for a few friends I throw every year. Hanzo made it sound like you could use a night out, maybe one that involves less Grandmothers – no offense to your baby shower guests.”

“Just how much did Hanzo tell you,” you asked, feigning skepticism.

“I am nosy,” Genji said flatly.

“Indeed you are,” Hanzo barked.

“So will you come? I promise it will be a good time.” It sounded like the younger Shimada was almost begging you to join them.

“No funny business,” you asked apprehensively.

“Not at all.”

“And I won’t have to worry about people looking down their noses at me?”

“If anyone does I will show them the door,” Genji said.

“And you know I’m not coming as your brother’s date,” you said, a bit quieter.

“Yes, I know,” he replied, less excitement in his voice.

“Well . . . alright, I’ll come,” you agreed, not entirely sure this was a good idea considering how much you were already pining over Hanzo.

“That is fantastic news,” Genji said, “the others will be delighted to – Hey! Hanzo! I was not done with that!”

“Pardon the interruption,” Hanzo said, noises coming through the earpiece that sounded like he was holding his brother away with his other arm, “but you really do not have to come if you do not wish to. Do not let my brother pester you into joining us.”

“I don’t mind,” you said honestly, “it would be nice to see Lena and the others again.”

“There will be liquor,” Hanzo hinted, “not that I need to partake but – ”

“Why is liquor a problem,” Genji asked.

Hanzo sighed deeply. “She does not want to be around me when I drink after that night I hurt her.”

“That,” Genji started, then took a long pause. “Well, to be candid that is a very rational decision, and I approve of her looking out for herself.”

“As do I,” Hanzo agreed.

“I can still hardly believe you ruined such a good thing,” Genji lamented.

“Do not start with me tonight,” Hanzo groaned, “please? I assure you I cannot feel any worse than I already do. Just seeing her makes me – ”

“Ahem,” you said loudly, “I’m still here, you know.”

“Sorry,” the two brothers said simultaneously.

“Look, I don’t have to come to this shindig of yours if it’s going to complicate things. I’m fine,” you said with a shrug.

“No,” Hanzo said gingerly, “if you would like to come, that would be lovely. I do not need to drink that night.”

“I don’t mean to spoil your fun or anything,” you said awkwardly. You suddenly felt like a controlling girlfriend, only you weren’t his girlfriend. But you were just trying to look out for yourself . . .

“You are not ruining anything,” Hanzo said kindly, “just the opposite, in fact. Come, enjoy yourself, and I promise I will not drink. I believe it will likely be good for me to prove to myself that I can be out with some coworkers and not need a bevy of drinks to get through.”

While he didn’t sound entirely convinced in his ability to do so, you had to agree that it might be a good step for him to take. “Alright, I’ll still come. If you’re sure you don’t mind, that is.”

“Not at all,” Hanzo said, “I will let you know the details when Genji finally decides on a theme.”

“Oh yeah,” Genji yelled, “it is a costume party, but you do not have to get too into it if you do not want to.”

“Good to know,” you laughed, “tell your goofy brother thanks for the invite, but I should start winding down for the night.”

“I will. Goodnight, my beau- ” He caught himself and coughed in embarrassment. “G-goodnight.”

He hung up before you could respond, making you wince. “Fu-uh-uh-uh-ck,” you wailed, smacking yourself in the forehead. “I really, really, really wish I didn’t still want to be his god-damned beauty.” Tears began to sting your eyes, and you weren’t sure they had formed out of anger, or longing.

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[kingminie]

blazing arrows, pt. 7 (final)

❝The majority calls me Cupid, but, you can call me Jimin—I believe I owe you some debts for a mistake now long overdue.❞

⌲ genre: fluff, angst, & supernatural, au.

⌲ member: jimin feat. jungkookie

⌲ word count: 2.4k

⌲ warnings: shit tons of swearing.

↠ description: Stuck in what seemed to be unrequited relationship with Jeon Jungkook who just so happens to be in committed relationship with someone else as well, your heart was fragmented beyond any repair. So what exactly happens when you enter your room at 3 in the morning to find the culprit of your hellish misery, counting his gold-tipped arrows on the foot of your bed—wings outstretched and all?

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Seven years later // present

"God, he's adorable."

Jeon Jungkook has never been one for kids. He always deemed them needy, unruly, and messy that he once swore off of his own life to never have one, mind you, he acts as if children carried diseases only he can see (flinching and running away if he merely sees one) — but then again, human beings are fragile creatures with concealed soft hearts and empty promises because looking at him at this very moment, you've never been as sure as you are right now that someone in this world could readily take a bullet for someone — just as how Jungkook would risk his own life for the little boy messily munching on the seaweed snacks on his fingers, oblivious to the rest of the world and the riotous crowd right behind him.

"I wonder who he takes after with that," you say dryly, pointedly looking at the man beside you who proudly protrudes his chest, fighting to keep the smile off his face.

Seaweed crumbs are all over little Youngjin's chubby cheeks, some sticking in the gaps of his tiny teeth and some on the gums of his missing tooth as he rubs his hands all over his crimson cheeks that seemed to glow in the pale hue that the winter season brings, adorably scrunching his nose as the snow settled on its tip.

Despite the chill air that nips at your skin, fiery warmth blossoms through your chest hearing his high-pitched giggle as Jungkook teasingly runs to him from his seat with a loud roar, taking in the scenery of both of them rolling around and laughing in the thick amount of snow, seeing their breaths form moist in the air as they do so and you can't help but join the both of them as you watch from the bench you are sitting in.

Never did you once envisioned your life to be this way; so happy and so...complete.

The both of them stand up and made a bee line towards you and Jungkook picks Youngjin up from the ground, whispering in his hear as he continues to stare at you, the kid nodding his head eagerly with a grin so big that his eyes almost disappear. Jungkook lets him down and urges him towards you, and Youngjin bulldozes through the snow, falling down quite a few times before finally reaching you.

"Mommy."

His eyes are sparkling as he stands inbetween your legs, playing with the string of your hoodie before pointing towards Jungkook who gasps in playful shock, "You little traitor."

"Dada told me he wants coffee," Youngjin whispers before cupping his mouth as he continues speaking, making you smile as his L's are pronounced as W's, "But he told me to tell you I wanted chocolate so that you won't spank him."

Narrowing your eyes, your gaze moves to Jungkook who has his hands inside the pockets of his hoodie as he moves from side to side, avoiding your gaze, "Jeon Jungkook, how many times do I — "

" — have to tell you to lay off coffee for a while? Blah, blah, blah. Fine, I'll get chocolate."

Lately, Jungkook had started writing that he used to stay up all night without getting much sleep, inhaling as much coffee as he can to the point that his heart started beating too much. He started having palpitations and in result, he had to stop taking too much caffeine-induced beverages for a while so he resorted to drinking chocolate instead where the caffeine amount was on the minimum.

"Let's go, then?" you place a kiss on Youngjin's cheeks before standing up, ready to hold his hand when you when find his spot empty and you look up to see Jungkook holding him, his nose scrunching as little Jinnie pulls his hair that is now tinged with pale pink highlights that glow underneath the light.

"Call mommy already," Jungkook whines, resting his cheeks on Youngjin's shoulder, the latter gently patting his cheeks.

You stick your tongue out, pushing your sleeves up your elbow as if you are getting ready to fight them when your ring gets caught on the string of the bead bracelet that sits on your wrist. You pause, looking at the bracelet with a small smile.

"Tick tock, (Y/N)."

"Oh my god, Jungkook, wait." You roll your eyes, marching towards them as you do so. Jungkook offers his arm for you to take and you slide your arm around his elbow as you playfully bite his shoulder. As you look up at him, you narrow your eyes once again before you reach your other arm up, dusting the unmistakable crumbs of seaweed from his cheeks where a blush blossoms, "I really don't know who's the child here. You? Or Youngjin?"

You simply laugh when he tries to shake you off his arm. As you walk, you can't help but think that despite the major changes that occurred, there will always be things that will be constant and will never, ever change.

Ever.

As Jungkook plays with Youngjin, more like bickering over the brownie, you stare at the steam that slowly rises from the coffee mug before staring around the coffee shop you had been so familiar with — so many memories had been shared here and you can't help but reminisce about them with a sad smile but a happy heart.

Yoongi had pursued his dream as a composer as well as a rapper, achieving his long-time dream, given all his sleepless nights spent writing music had finally payed off, receiving worldwide recognition and numerous awards alongside Hoseok and Namjoon, and together they had formed a trio — they are now touring the world and stealing hearts all over the globe . Seokjin, who is now a father, had opened up a shop in partnership with Namjoon in the city, whereas Taehyung had been modelling for Gucci as well as being a photographer when he has his free time. Jungkook however, who took his joke a little bit too seriously, opened up a duck meat restaurant for fun besides his company inheritance, so that lazy bum has so much time to spend around.

It's just so amazing how time flies so fast that everything that had happened seemed to just happen yesterday and all of those things summed up to how everything is today.

Park Jimin, you thought as your hand grazes the bracelet under the table.

All of a sudden, Youngjin's silent cries are all you could hear and you look up to find that tears are flowing out of his eyes as he struggles to silence his sobs under the hands he was pressing so hard against his face. Your eyes then fasten on Jungkook who looks like a deer caught in the headlights and to the unmistakable stain of chocolate on the corner of his lips, and lastly, to the empty plate that was once full of brownies but now only contained its crumbs.

"Jeon Jungkook—"

Before you can continue, Jungkook is already on his knees in front of Youngjin, wiping the tears off his face as he calmly hushes the latter, "I'm sorry, baby, Dada will get you another one, okay? No, I will buy you five. Is that okay? Mommy will not scold you for eating five today, right mommy?"

You narrow your eyes, glaring at him, "Just for today, I'll allow you."

"Yay! See?" Jungkook exclaims, raising his hands for emphasis and shaking his fists all around. He kisses his cheeks and stands up once again to fall in line.

"Dada spoils you too much," you reach over the table, poking Youngjin gently in the nose.

"Daddy," he says, pouting. "Daddy?"

"Daddy's—" Your voice drowns in the shrill twinkle of the coffee shop bells ringing as its doors open, a little bit of snow falling in as the wind blows inside the shop. Your heart making its way to your throat as his black hair, now sprinkled with specks of snow makes its appearance.

You couldn't breathe all of a sudden.

It's as if time suddenly started to move so slowly as he took his own time strutting through the middle of the coffee shop — all eyes trained on him and his beauty and you couldn't blame them because he is downright glowing. As he looks up from his gaze on the floor, his eyes instantly finds yours — as he always does no matter how thick the crowd is. A small smile starts to grow on his face before a full grin covers his face, his white button-up tightening around his body as he rakes his fingers through his now-black hair.

"—here. Daddy's here, Youngjin."

As Jimin leans over the table, he ruffles Younjin's hair, "How's my little boy doing?"

"Daddy! I missed you!" Youngjin shouts and claps before pointing behind Jimin, "Dada's buying me more cookies, do you want some too?"

Jimin sharply stands up straight, sighing as he pinches the bridge of his nose, "Why is he still calling Jungkook that? Jinnie, repeat after me, Uncle Jungkook—"

"No!" Youngjin frantically shakes his head, "Da. Da."

You laugh, scooting a little to the side so that Jimin can sit down, "Baby, you can try persuading him to stop calling that turd Dada but I've got to let you know that it'll end up in bloody tears whatsoever."

"It's annoying," he sighs, plopping down on the chair before looking over to you, "Hi, baby."

You simply smile, lacing your fingers with his and his lips twitch in amusement as he feels your pulse beating erratically underneath. No matter how long you two have been together, it always feels as if it's your time seeing him — the amount of love for him never ceasing as more days pass.

You and Jimin's love story is never one for the ordinary. It had been one hell of a rollercoaster ride with broken wheels and broken seatbelts that heartbreaks and injuries were inevitable whereas he had wings (metaphorically and literally) and you didn't — and for while he flew and left you stuck but in the end, he came back. He fought and he never left.

"Ah, you're here already," Jungkook muses as he comes back with a tray full of brownies and a vanilla smoothie, "Valentine's Day duty done?"

Jimin rolls his eyes and throws a used straw in Jungkook's direction but nods nonetheless. As he stares at his son eating the brownies so hungrily, he turns his gaze back to Jungkook who is doing that as well, "You're spending way too much with Youngjin he's starting to copy you."

"You're just jealous I get to spend more time with them." Jungkook answers through a mouthful, poking his tongue out and pieces of brownies fall out.

It had been years before Jimin and Jungkook got over their difference, three years and two months exactly when they finally understood that you wouldn't be complete without the other and Jungkook finally getting over his feelings for you (which he gags to now, looking back to the time you had both been stupid and reckless) and once they did got along together, you sometimes wished they hadn't — because a) they became the best of friends in making your life a living hell, but you know you wouldn't have it any other way, b) they seemed to be the one in the relationship with the way they bicker and c) they're both a bunch of kids so if they are together, along with Youngjin...you get the picture.

"Ah, I'm tired." Jimin pouts, resting his head on your shoulder and you turn your head, pressing a small kiss on his forehead.

"Well, you're called Cupid for a reason. It's your job, babe." You laugh.

Your attention is suddenly diverted to the girl and boy on the line, looking as if they aren't impressed being in each other's presence. The girl rolling her eyes as the boy laughs.

"He wears loafers. Loafers for goodness sake, who the hell wears that?"

"Stop making fun of him, you jerk. That doesn't make me like him any less."

"Why don't you like me instead?"

The girl almost dropped her phone in shock and turns around to face the guys who had a serious face when she had her back turned, but he forces a laugh when she faces him.

"I'm kidding. You should've seen your face."

"You're an asshole."

You see Jimin smile and you nudge him, "Duty calls?"

"Duty calls." He confirms, "I'll do it after though. I'm with my family and nothing can interrupt that as of the moment."

The moment is ruined when Jungkook opens his mouth, "Aw, I'm family?"

"Oh, I guess you heard that wrong. I said family and a family pet."

"Real funny." Jungkook says with a straight face, "When are you going to hit me with that own arrow of mine so I could finally be free from you and actually build a family of mine?"

"I would've shot you a long, long time ago if I had known who she is—and what do you know? You seem to be just in luck. In three, two..." The coffee shop door opens and Jeon Jungkook is a goner.

As Jimin leans back on his chair, you can't help but stare at him and wonder how so lucky you are that fate tied your souls together, that no matter the circumstances, it would always be you and him against the world. His eyes finds yours and a small smile paints across his face before mouthing, "I love you."

And you do too. More than he knows.

And in the end, It wouldn't just be you retelling the story of Cupid's first love, because he himself would be telling the story to the whole world with you by your side, holding your hand as you live your happy ever after.

Because your love had been written in the stars all along; you will always be Cupid's first and only love.

Forever and always.

YO IT'S DONE!!! THE END. (੭ ˃̣̣̥ ㅂ˂̣̣̥)੭ु

#bts #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bangtan boys #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #au #bangtan au #bts one shot #cupid au #jimin #park jimin #jimin scenarios #jimin imagine #jimin au #jimin cupid #cupid jimin #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook imagines #best friend #unrequited #blazing arrows #part 7 #blazing arrows part 7 #blazing arrows final

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Forget Me Not Chapter 21 ~Family Intervention~

Willie made his way out of the manor house, leaving Jamie and Ian in the kitchen, the news of his brother and Claire's break-up still whirling around in his head. In a hot flare of guilt and shame, his heart rejoiced, but the nagging voice of reason is telling him to shove those hopes away. Even if Jamie and Claire never got back together, which he thought was highly unlikely, pursuing Claire would be an act of betrayal. Moving on seemed to be the only logical option, but he kept asking himself if he owed it to himself to reveal his true feelings.  Off-limits!  The mantra had been reprised regularly in his consciousness, yet felt like meaningless rules made for children meant to be broken. 

He was about to get into his car when he heard a sound behind him.

"Willie, wait a sec!"

Willie craned his neck around and saw Jenny coming down the steps of the house, a furrow creasing her forehead. She was dressed in her fiance's sweater, baggy black jeans and ankle boots, disguising her willowy form. Her jet black hair was pulled back from her face in a messy bun. She had always reminded him of a pixie, with her pointed chin, too large blue eyes and petite build. Hidden beneath the diminutive figure, was inner strength, no-nonsense attitude and larger than life character which he admired but threw other people off.

"Ye're no' going to apologise for that wee outburst in there, are ye?" he joked.

She burst out laughing, taking a few steps towards him to close the distance. "Of course not. I meant what I said earlier. Ye lads needed a bit of reality check and reminding that you don't need to behave like Neanderthals to show ye care."

He grinned. "Aye, I suppose we do," he said, leaning down to kiss the top of Jenny's head. "And it's a brother's responsibility to annoy their sisters. And it seems I am still capable of doing that."

"Listen, I'm not here to talk about that." Her eyes turned serious. "Should I be worried about ye? I've seen the way ye looked at Claire, and I ken the look. I've been noticing for some time."

He shifted his weight and stared at the view above his sister's head, trying to find the right words. It was useless denying it to Jenny, who was too perceptive for her own good. "Nothing to talk about. It is what it is, and there's nothing to worry. I don't have any plans for Claire."

"Aye, I kinda expected ye'd say that," she sighed. "But, ye're hovering, like ye're waiting for something ...like ye're waiting for fate to intervene. Ye have to decide,  bràthair.  Either ye forget all about it and get on with life, or ye do yersel' a favour and tell Claire exactly how ye feel. It's the only way to move on. I dinna like the way ye're stuck in some sort of limbo. At least when ye finally do something about it, there'll be no what-ifs in the future."

"I've decided to keep my mouth shut."

"Weel, that may be the case, but it doesn't look like ye're moving on."

He narrowed his gaze. "What exactly are ye worried about?"

"I'm worried ye'll miss opportunities to be happy."

The words fell between them and lay there like massive boulders that refused to budge. Willie's throat clenched with familiar guilt, but he ignored it, making sure to keep his voice firm. "Aye, I need to get my shit together, but dinna fash. Whatever this feeling I have for Claire, it's just infatuation, and I'm not shutting out any possibilities of finding my own happiness. If it makes ye happy, I've asked Geillis to go out on a dinner date with me this weekend."

She seemed to mull over his words to catch the sincerity in his tone and intention. "Alright, I suppose that's a start."

"Mmm, ye don't sound convince."

"It's just that it's been years since I've seen ye in a serious relationship. Or any at all."

The corner of his lip lifted in amusement. Not many people asked direct questions or say it like it is like his sister. His muscles relaxed a bit, glad for her directness. "I've been busy, and there hasn't been anyone that turned my head."

"Now why don't I believe that?" she asked softly, tilting her head to take a better look at him. "Yer head can't be turned because the object of yer affection is sitting right under yer nose. But Claire loves Jamie, and even a blind man can see that. Tell Claire how ye feel, and maybe only then when ye hear it straight from the horse's mouth, ye can truly move on."

He pondered for a while before answering. "No. I ken what ye're trying to say, and I'm alright with it. But telling Claire will only create unnecessary problems. It's better this way. But I'm glad now ye spoke to me because ye just voiced what I already know. Dinna fash though ...I'm braw."

Her face softened. "Good. But now is a good time to begin easing yer way back into the dating game." Then her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Who knows, something might come out of that date with Geillis. I like her. She's a great lass and has her eyes on ye."

He groaned, but she only shot him a wink as she disappeared back into the house. Typical of Jenny - she never sugar-coated anything when she wanted to make a point.

Willie lifted his face to the early morning sun, thinking about why he'd stayed and worked in Italy after finishing his culinary school. The reason was to be closer to Claire. But to be far enough to run away from what he felt for her. Willie never revealed his feelings because deep down, there was always this silent understanding she was Jamie's girl. So now he's back home, and he'd come full circle, back to the place where it all started, trying to put the pieces of his life together.  How bloody ironic!

..........

Claire grabbed her café americano from the Starbuck's counter and squeezed herself into a corner table. She spoke into the wireless earpiece. "Hey, da. Just letting you know I've arrived in London. I have a couple of hours to kill before I head for the trade show. Is there anything else you want me to do while I'm here?"

She winced at the blistering array of profanity coming from Murtagh in the background, feeling sorry for the service and kitchen staff. Why did kitchen chefs have the worst tempers of all?

Claire took a sip of her coffee and grimaced. This was her fifth since leaving Lallybroch, and somehow, as the day went on, the taste was beginning to lose its appeal. 

Brian let out a sharp intake of breath, most probably because of whatever commotion was happening in the kitchen. She silently hoped it had nothing to do with the list of instructions she left behind for Murtagh before leaving the hotel. "No,  leannan.  Just make sure ye get as many brochures and pictures from the list of exhibitors that I wrote down. And enquire about the app solutions. Willie is insistent we have a hotel app as part of our marketing strategy."

"Got that! If ma needs anything in London, tell her to let me know. I'll be heading for Oxford tomorrow morning to lay some flowers for uncle Lamb, and if everything goes well, I should be home tomorrow night."

"I'll let yer ma know ...and Claire ..."

A reluctance in Brian's voice rang in her ears. On impulse, she tried another sip of her coffee before pushing it away. "Oh, another thing, da ... in case I'm late checking in tonight, I'm meeting an old school friend for dinner in some bistro in Nottingham Hill. His name is Frank. You know, Jamie's old friend."

"Aye, that's alright." He paused in between, clearing his throat. "Listen ...this with Jamie, I've heard all about it. Ye know that everything will sort itself out, aye? Just give it a bit of time. It hasn't been easy on both of ye or any of us. The opening of the hotel and work piling up hasn't really given anyone a chance to wrap their head with what happened."

Holding back a sigh, she thought of Jamie's reaction that morning. He hadn't been impressed with her sudden trip to London, and already, he seemed to be regretting his decision to take a break from their relationship. On the plane trip, she had thought long and hard about their situation, and came to the conclusion that maybe it was what they both needed. Lately, they hadn't been good for one another.

Claire tamped down the urge to cry, feeling suddenly emotional. It was totally out of her character. "I know, da. Maybe it's for the best that Jamie and I take some time off. I've been overly sensitive lately, and being a wreck around him is not helping us at all. Maybe the lack of sleep has thrown me off balance. But don't worry. Like what you said, it will sort itself out."

There was a moment of silence on the other end. "Claire, are ye alright? Maybe ye should take a few days off. Ellen told me ye've been pushing yersel' hard lately. I don't want ye falling ill."

Homesickness squeezed at her heart. All she wanted at that very moment was to be in her own bed and sleep for a whole week. She felt exhausted all of a sudden. "I must admit I'm tired, but a solid eight-hour sleep should do the trick. Maybe I'll take a nap before going to the trade show."

"Alright sweetheart. I'll let ye go. Please, do take care, and I'll speak to ye soon."

"Thanks, da, and I love you." She wanted to prolong their conversation. It had been ages since they had a heart to heart talk. But it wasn't the time and the place. 

"I love ye too."

She tapped the button and ended the call, resisting the urge to message Jamie. Maybe tonight when her head was a bit clearer, and she didn't feel like on the verge of tears. There was work to be done, and she needed all of the energy she could muster to focus.

But that night after dinner with Frank, fatigue got the better of her. The moment she sat down in the antique armchair in her room, she fell into a restless sleep full of nightmares. She woke up at two am in the morning, and after dragging herself from the chair, changing into Jamie's shirt and going to bed, she tossed and turned for the rest of the night, unable to sleep until the sun came up.

.........

It had been over three weeks, and Claire hadn't called nor texted. Not that Jamie expected she would, after all, it was him who suggested taking a break from their relationship. But oh how he lived in hope to catch a glimpse of her or hear her voice. Although she had some reading materials, treats and single-line notes that said I hope you're well sent over to him, it didn't ease the sinking feeling that he had pushed her away for good.

Everyone took turns visiting him, except the person that mattered most, and her absence made the manor house seemed too big and empty. Even if visitors, like staff from the hotel and old friends like Frank bearing gifts and best wishes regularly came, none of it mattered, when all he could think of was Claire.

There were stories that she was working around the clock and sometimes she stayed in the hotel until early hours in the morning when there were banquets and special events held. And Willie rarely came home, staying at Claire's and Geillis house to be nearer to the workplace. Sometimes Jamie couldn't help but wonder if his brother was taking advantage of their situation and was spending more time with her.  No!    His brother would never do that.   Or would he?  After all, on paper, Claire was single.

One late evening he managed to get hold of her when he called, and it was a good thing as she had dozed off in her office. She had muttered sleepily and briefly about needing to go to bed, so he had left it at that, hoping she would call the following day. But she never did. It was the last time they had spoken, and her voice still echoed in his ears, the throaty, husky drawl she had when woken from a sleep. Although worried for her health, he was so proud of her achievements at work. In only a matter of weeks, the hotel was already fully booked for every weekend that coming summer as a venue for weddings, conferences and other special functions. Claire was relentless in amping up the hotel's social media presence and promoting their town as a perfect highland destination. Everyone in the family had been on her case to slow down, but all they got in response was reassurances that she was fine.

That day, he spent most of the afternoon, pushing himself to walk, trying the treadmill on a slow mode and doing pull-up exercises until his therapist firmly told him to stop. Adrenaline bubbled in his veins like a frothy pint of beer, but he knew if he over-did it, he could do more harm than good to himself. Frustrated, he longed to hear Claire's voice and his fingers itched to call her. He had tried calling a few times, but every time he got hold of her, either she was busy with work, in the middle of something, or unable to answer at all.

Limbs still tingling from the massage he got from his therapist, he was grateful for any feelings he had around his thighs even if it meant pain and discomfort that kept him awake at night. Sat in the lounge staring at the phone in one hand and nursing a tumbler of whisky in the other, he mentally debated whether to call Claire or not, for the umpteenth time.

"That phone will combust if ye stare at it long enough."

He looked up and saw his sister stood in front of him, studying his face. "Hey, what's up?"

As if reading his mind, she smiled at him. "I was at the hotel earlier. Claire was really busy in case ye're wondering. She hardly had time to stop and talk. She was busy discussing menus with wedding clients." 

"Aye, I've heard. Looks like the hotel and restaurant are in good hands." His pride for Claire multiplied. She had worked hard for their family's legacy, giving it her all. He thought of her at the opening party, surrounded by crowds, champagne and excitement, and she handled it like she had been doing it all her life. She was indeed one of them - a Fraser through and through and how he would love to give her his name and make it official. Their problem was never about her. It was always about him. 

Jenny got comfortable in the battered armchair opposite him and winked. "But I managed to speak to her for a few seconds. I invited her to come for dinner tomorrow night."

Jamie caught the twinkle in her eyes. "Are ye interfering Jenny? I don't want ye forcing Claire to come here when she doesn't feel like seeing me." Despite his mild irritation with his sister, he couldn't help but feel hopeful. 

"Don't be ridiculous." She reached out for the tumbler he was holding and took a sip of his whisky. "I couldn't force Claire to do anything even if I wanted to."

"Weel, what is it? Is she coming or no'? What did she say?"

Jenny grinned mischievously. "She said she would love to come. Anyway, the wheelchair shouldn't have stopped ye from going to see her ye know. Anyone of us was willing to take ye wherever ye want to go. So what's been stopping ye?"

"Guess ye ken all the answers. So why don't ye solve all my problems?" Jamie asked, irritation coursing through him. "I've realised I can't go on like this. I hate being stuck in this wheelchair. I hate being stuck at home. The longer we're apart, the more likely I'll lose Claire forever. I feel I've let her down in more ways I can imagine and I didn't even realise I've been doing it for some time. All I know is that I love her and I can't live without her. And ye want to know what's stopping me from seeing her? The fact that I may never be right again is not fair on her. So, Jenny, solve that one for me, will ye."

His sister's blue eyes flashed with empathy and an understanding that came from growing side by side. "I wish I could," she said softly. "One thing I do know is what ye've been through was traumatic. Ye are over-thinking things, and ye're having panic attacks. Ye should go easy on yersel'. And ye're not the only one suffering ...Claire is suffering too from the trauma, but she is trying to deal with it the best way she could. She is not avoiding ye because she wants to. She is simply exhausted. Da is already thinking of hiring an assistant for her to ease her workload."

"Christ, that exhaustion has been going on for some time. Maybe Claire ought to see a doctor. Why doesn't she take some extra days off? Surely the hotel isn't going to implode in her absence."

Jenny shrugged. "Tell me about it. She's been suffering from insomnia ever since the shooting, and I guess she's driving herself to exhaustion in the hope it would knock her to sleep. Or maybe, she can't sleep because ye aren't by her side. Have ye ever thought of that?"

He shook his head and groaned. "I don't know. All I know is that I am beginning to understand now how she must have felt when I pushed her away. All these weeks without her and not seeing her, I haven't been able to sleep much either."

His sister smiled and raised the tumbler of whisky in the air. "There ye go. There's yer answer. Claire is yer home. Ye're both at home with each other, but this messy shit with Annalise got in the way. I couldn't understand why ye didn't want to stay at Claire's right from the start, but I guess it's because ye're a numpty. Oh sure, getting back together and living together will throw a lot of challenges along the way, and it's going to suck big time. There will be a lot of therapies and a lot of talks and a lot of compromises, but together, I think ye're stronger. There are endless possibilities, Jamie and with love, both of ye could make it work, as long as ye don't let that stupid pride get in the way."

Emotion choked his throat. "How do ye know Jenny? How can ye sound so sure?"

"Because even though ye don't believe it, ye're an extraordinary lad. Sometimes a real pain in the arse and stubborn as a mule, but whatever ye focus on, ye succeed, and ye conquer. Just like Claire. Ma and da taught us that. It's in our blood that love for home and Claire is yer home. Ye understand?"

Yes, he understood. His sister always shot straight and true, which was precisely what he needed. "Aye, I understand."

Jenny refilled his glass with whisky and got one for herself, and together they drank and watched the fire. Jamie took the time to go over his plans and accept his decision. And finally, he realised his breath was clear, and that awful tightness in his chest was gone because deep down in his guts, he knew the decision was right.

He was going to move heaven and earth to win back Claire.

#melodyheart #forgetmenot #Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser #outlanderfanfic

[tellerford-mayhem]

Americano - No Hablo su Jesus Cristo Chapter 4

Masterlist

Ship: Chibs x OC

Word Count: 2,710 Words

Synopsis: Another member of SAMCRO learns who Isa is and wants to bring it to the table. Chibs has been tasked with protecting her.

Rating: M

Warnings: Language, Sexual Innuendos, Mentions of Death and Self Harm

A/N: Here is chapter 4. I hope everyone likes it. I have a special surprised planned for chapter 5!

Her POV

She sat in her bathroom holding the razor in her left hand. She stared at the blade and the scars on her wrists as she contemplated her next move. Isa knew the pain it would cause her if she followed through, but all of her emotions had left her body, leaving her soul shriveled and stale. Her bitter view on the world led her to believe that the only way she could feel again was through self-harm. Images from the hospital and therapists’ offices flooded her memory. She knew this was wrong and she could feel real emotions again, but right now this was the only way she knew how to cope.

There was a knock at the door. “Isa?” It was Wolf. “Isa, he’s gone.”

She set the razor down and wiped her eyes. Opening the door, she looked at him with puffy eyes. He gazed past her and saw the blade, but he chose not to mention it. “I told him he was no longer welcomed here.”

“I’m sure he will listen to your warning.”

Wolf shook his head. “I'm just trying to look out for you.”

Isa walked passed him into her room; he followed. She stood, looking at her mirror where a picture of her father was. “Do you think he's telling the truth?” She asked softly.

Wolf sighed and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Does it matter? That lifestyle is what killed your parents.”

“It does matter, Wolf! If they didn't do it, then he can help me find out who did!”

“And what are you going to do about it, Isa? Kill them? You know you can't do that!”

She could feel the heat on her face: rage. She was used to feeling this way when talking about her parents. She could never think of a memory about them where she doesn't instantly become enraged. “I think you should go now,” she said, turning to him.

“Isa…”

“Get out!” She exclaimed.

Wolf accepted defeat and left. She sat on her bed, still looking at the picture on her mirror. If Chibs was right, the last few years of her life were a lie. She felt so lost in her hatred that it became overwhelming. She passed out on her bed, clutching her Father's T-shirt, holding on to everything she loved in one single article of clothing.

Chibs POV

He returned to the clubhouse to find Jax and Tig sitting at the bar. He sat down next to him and poured a shot of Jameson, knocked it back and did another. “Rough night?” Jax asked.

He scoffed. “Ye could say tha’.”

“Where have you been?” Tig followed up.

Chibs took another shot. “With our little Native friend.”

He smiled. “Nice!” he offered his hand for a high-five.

“No’ like tha’! I tried tellin’ her about her da’.”

Jax looked down the bar at him. “We have nothing to tell her. What did you say?”

“Look, Jackie Boy, I had no choice.”

Tig took a drink and said, “What the hell are you two talking about?”

“The Chief’s niece. She thinks we killed her dad, so Chibs wants to do some digging for her.”

Tig nodded. “Can’t say that I blame you, Chibby. Go after the one with daddy issues.”

Chibs shook his head at his brother. He had a morbid sense of humor with tastes way different than his own. Despite the fact he couldn’t ignore her beauty and fiery temper that made his pants a little tight, he was not about to prey on her vulnerability. “I’m no’ interested in tha’, brother.”

He grinned. “Maybe the next time she needs a tail…”

Jax laughed. “She will cut your dick off, dude.”

“Even better,” Tig smiled.

Jax and Chibs shook their heads. Tig was off in his own little fantasy, so Chibs turned Jax and said, “Ye still haven't heard anythin’ from Otto?”

“Nah, man. He said he's asked all around, but he thinks he's got someone willing to talk from one of Darby's crew.”

“Darby?”

“Yeah. He says he wants out of the life, so he's willing to break all ties and give him any information we want.”

Chibs smiled. “Well, hopefully he's got something to say about Mateo.”

“Mateo Alvarez?” Tig came out of his trance. “Is her dad Mateo Alvarez?”

Jax’s eyes widened. “You can't say anything. We've been following her for weeks. She's not in bed with the Mayans.”

“Does Clay know?”

Jax and Chibs shared a worried look. “No.”

“This isn't good, Jax. She's one of them. She knows about our op with the Wahewa.”

“Tig, she no’ goin ta tell. I've been followin’ her for a while. She knows the consequences if she talks.”

“We gotta tell Clay, man. He should at least be aware of it.”

“Clay will kill her.”

Tig thought about it for a moment. “How do you know Otto hasn't told him?”

“Otto doesn't know the whole reason as to why we are looking into this.”

“I don't like this. I don't like keeping secrets from Clay.”

“Tig, just wait until we figure our shit out, please.”

He nodded. “Fine. But figure it out soon.” He finished his drink and walked back to the apartment in the clubhouse.

Jax turned to Chibs. “Go get her. Keep her safe.”

Chibs grabbed his kutte off the bar and briskly walked back to his bike. He just knew trying to convince her to come with him was going to be an impossible task.

Her POV

She had been asleep for about an hour when she heard the knocking at the front door. She rolled her eyes, ready to stab Wolf. Isa told him she was going to be fine and that he didn’t need to check on her, but she knew he was persistent. She pulled on some sweatpants she found on her floor and went to answer the door. In her half asleep state, she was shocked when she opened the door and saw the Scot standing there with his arms folded. “Took ye long enough, lass,” he said, letting himself in, “go pack a bag. Yer comin’ with me.”

“Like hell I am,” Isa angrily whispered.

“I’m no’ givin’ ye much of a choice. I’m doin’ it to protect ye.”

“I don’t need protection.”

He sighed and rubbed his face. “Look, someone else in the club kens who ye are. Jax wants me to keep ye safe until this blows over.”

“And what am I going to tell my family?”

“Nothin’. Call them in the mornin’ and make somethin’ up.”

She rolled her eyes, too tired to fight. “Why can’t we leave in the morning? I’m exhausted.”

“Go pack a bag, lassie.”

Isa sluggishly walked back to her room and grabbed some essentials. She grabbed a hoodie and slipped it over her pajama top. Annoyed, she threw her backpack on over her shoulder and followed Chibs out the door to his bike. She climbed on behind him and strapped his helmet to her head. “How long am I going to be in hiding? I do have a job, you know.”

“I ken. The Prospect will take ye to yer job.”

She let out an audible sigh to express her inconvenience. “Let’s go. The sooner we get there, the sooner I get to sleep.”

He started his bike and quickly sped away to her temporary home for the foreseeable future. Her arms were wrapped tightly around him as she rested her head on his back, allowing the wind and the sound of the road lull her into a state of hypnosis and total relaxation. Her exhaustion was getting the best of her the longer the drive took. Finally he pulled into the driveway and helped her off his bike. He had taken her back to his place to hide her. The club would not expect her to be here; they would check with Marcus first. She rubbed her eyes and looked around at the small condo. “Where am I?” She asked.

“My condo,” he said.

She raised an eyebrow at him and crossed your arms. “Oh no. Take me to Marcus.”

“I canna do tha’, lass. I have a pull out couch…”

“That you're going to sleep on.”

“Aye. Stay away from the windows and don’ answer the door.”

Isa leaned against the door frame. “Which way to bed?”

“End of the hall to yer right.”

She started down the hall and then turned around to face him. “Do not get any ideas. Bother me in my sleep again, and you'll be dead.”

He smiled. “I ken. I canna protect ye if I'm dead, anyway.”

She ignored his charm and headed to his room. The bed was unmade, clothes were strewn across the floor, and on the nightstand was a picture of a woman and a small child. Isa grabbed the picture and looked at her. She was a beautiful woman with dark curly hair. The little girl looked just like her mother, but held a small resemblance to Chibs as well. She was startled when she heard him clear his throat. “Sorry,” Isa said, “who is she?”

“My wife and daughter.”

“She won't mind that I'm staying…”

He shook his head. “She dinna live 'ere.” He grabbed a pillow and blanket off his bed. “She dinna give a damn what I do.”

Isa, astounded, watched him walk down the hallway to the living room. She placed the picture face down on the night stand and crawled into bed. His bed smelled like him, and in her exhausted state, it intoxicated and comforted her. For some reason, she felt completely safe with him around, and being surrounded by his scent relaxed her. It wasn’t until she heard rustling and cursing in the kitchen did she wake up. It was about nine o’clock when she rolled over to see the clock on the night stand. She pulled her hair back into a messy bun and stumbled down the hall to the sounds. Chibs was in the kitchen scraping something out of a pan into the trash. She leaned against the cabinet and folded her arms. “Problems?”

He looked at her and then back to the pan. “I’m no’ used ta hostin’ guests tha’ are still ‘ere in the mornin’.”

She laughed. “Just pour a cup of coffee. That’ll hold me over until lunch.”

He handed her a cup and sat down at the table. She watched him stretch with a slight look of pain on his face. It had clearly been a rough night for him. He looked tired and sore, so the couch was probably less than comfortable for him. Isa continued to stand and sip her coffee. “Towels?” she asked.

“Bat’room, tall cabinet.”

She finished her coffee and headed to take a shower. She tossed her clothes on the bed and wrapped herself in a towel. The warm water ran down her spine, making her feel refreshed. This was the kind of spirit medicine she needed. She let the water fall over her shoulders as she the weights she carried leave with it. When she turned the water off, that’s when she heard the bike start up and leave. She had his condo to herself. She wrapped the towel around her and slowly wandered back into the kitchen for another cup of coffee. She saw a note on the table next to her cup.

“Try no’ ta leave, please. I’ll be back later tonigh’. Ye can call yer family, but dinna tell them much. Dinna do anythin’ stupid, mo ghaol. Chibs.”

She rolled her eyes and put the note back on the table. She walked back into the bedroom with her cup of coffee and grabbed her phone. She had seven missed calls, five voicemails, and about two dozen texts. She entered her password and listened. “Isadora White Dove, where are you? Your uncle and I are worried sick. Wolf Tamer came by this morning and said he left you here last night, but when we wake up you are gone. Call me as soon as you get this!”

“White Dove, this is your aunt. Still haven’t heard from you. Call me.”

“Isa, it’s Wolf. Where did you go after I left last night? Your aunt and uncle are worried about you and have the entire tribe on the lookout. I thought I heard a bike pull up at your house last night, but I didn’t want to worry your family. Call me back when you get this.”

“White Dove, Where. Are. You? I’m calling Marcus.”

“Sobrina, why am I getting frantic phone calls from your aunt and uncle? I assured them you were fine, but they seemed worried you were taken or worse. Please call them back so they’ll stop calling here looking for you. Te amo.”

She deleted all of her voicemails and called her Aunt Dana immediately. “White Dove? Oh, thank Esa! Where are you?”

“Tsaangu beaichehku,” she said, “I’m in Charming.”

“How? Your car is here.”

“It’s a long story, Biazi, but I promise when I come home I will explain everything.”

“When will that be?”

“I’m not sure. Probably a few days.”

She heard her sigh. Isa wanted to tell her aunt, but she was afraid of what she would tell her uncles. “If I tell you, you have to swear you won’t tell Charlie or Marcus.”

“I won’t, Isa. Just tell me you’re safe.”

Isa sat down on the bed and sighed. “I’m with the Scot.”

Her aunt became silent. “Not like that! Jax told him to take me somewhere safe.”

“Why do you need to be safe? What have you done?”

“I have no idea. He just made me pack a bag and leave. You cannot tell anyone!”

“Well,” she began, “I called Marcus…”

“I am well aware. He left a message. I will call him and deal with that later, but do not tell anyone where I am.”

“I won’t Isa. Please stay safe and keep me updated.”

“I will.” She hung up the phone and sent Wolf a quick text saying one of the Mayans came to pick her up last night, because she was having a moment of weakness and needed to see her uncle.

Then she dialed Marcus’s number. “Nice to hear from you, Isadora. Where were you?”

“I ran to Charming early in the morning to get a few things for my garden.”

“I’ve never heard her so frantic, though.”

“I promise it’s all straightened out, Tio. Estoy en casa ahora.”

“Muy bien. Te hablaré más tarde, Sobrina. Te amo.”

“Te amo.” She hung up the phone and looked around for her clothes. All she had were her pajamas and a pair of work clothes. Since she wasn’t leaving, she wasn’t about to put on her jeans. Instead, she walked to Chibs’s dresser and looked for a pair of sweatpants. She found a pair and a large SAMCRO t-shirt she could slip into for comfort. After pulling her hair into a messy bun, she made her way to the living room to find some form of entertainment. If she was stuck here, she might as well make the best of it.

Chibs POV

He pulled onto the Teller-Morrow lot and saw Jax waiting for him just outside the clubhouse smoking. He parked his bike and made his way over to his VP. “Mornin’, Jackie Boy,” he said.

“How’s our friend?”

“Pissed. She dinna want ta be there. We need Otto ta press his guy.”

“I know,” Jax said before taking another drag. “He said he’d send word when he’s ready to talk.”

“If I keep her there too long, she’ll kill me.”

Jax laughed. “Find another way to keep her occupied, then.”

Chibs shook his head. “Where’s Tig?”

“He’s inside. He said he’s not going to say anything today, but we will need to watch him.”

He nodded. “I need ta be back by dinner. I dinna have any food. So unless ye want her to starve…”

“I’ll make sure you’re home.”

Clay walked out of the garage and motioned for them to follow. “Church. Now. We have intel about Zobelle and Alvarez that we need to handle.”

Jax put out his cigarette and followed him inside with Chibs close behind.

#Chibs Telford #Chibs x OC #SoA #Sons of Anarchy #Americano

[anne-wentworth]

The prompt I’m talking about is that I can’t stop wondering how would the dynamic of the six of them be if Darvey had started a relationship after the other time. It’s up to you if she went back to work for him anyway but what if they hadn’t “lost” that decade denying their feelings? Can be angst but happy ending please! :)

Begin Again

A/N Okay so um…this is different than what you asked for and I’m so sorry especially because I did not fulfill the “what if they hadn’t lost that decade denying their feelings part” but I hope you still like it?? 

For the Japanese, who know so much and intuit more, human relations are predestined by a red string that the gods tie to the pinky fingers of those who find each other in life. Legend has it that the two people connected by this thread will have an important story, regardless of the time, place or circumstances. The red string might get tangled, contracted or stretched, as surely often happens, but it can never break.

Donna and Harvey met on a Wednesday night in a bar when the redhead cornered the young lawyer with a proposition. 

Fate had sat up, taking note because this was the moment she spent years waiting for. 

The new acquaintances took up residence in a little booth, secluded from the rest of the world with quick remarks and quiet laughter bouncing between them. In mere seconds, Harvey became smitten and Donna wasn’t very far behind. 

Unknown to both, the string that connected them appeared to glow a bit.

And even as Harvey claimed that he wouldn’t be staying at the DA’s office, to which Donna disagreed, a part of him had known that she was right. 

He would soon come to learn that she was always right about him.

On that night, a story began. 

It was the start of something new. 

Something beautiful.

Nothing would be the same after that. Because I’m Donna were the words that changed Harvey Specter’s life forever.

So Donna and Harvey began their dance that included her fixing his tie and having drinks together and of course, flirting whenever it was possible. Which was always.

And falling. 

Harvey knew he was in deep but from from the way he caught Donna looking at him he knew that she was right there with him. 

However, she had her rule. 

But then Harvey wasn’t working at the DA’s office anymore and it wasn’t a surprise that Donna was ready and waiting for him when he showed up at her door. 

Within minutes they collided, galaxies exploding in the night, a burst of stars and light and bliss. 

Harvey’s hands were in her hair and her nails scraped his back and before he knew it they were collapsing on her bed in a messy heap of giggles. Clothes were coming off and he was burning and she was perfect and his heart hammered in his chest because he never knew anything like this before.

This was it.

As Harvey memorized every inch of Donna’s body with his mouth he discovered that she tasted even sweeter than whipped cream. He didn’t think there was anything on this earth that could compare to her. 

And as his name fell from her lips like a prayer and a promise all in one he unraveled along with her, electricity sparking between them as they lit up the entire universe. 

Sunlight streamed in through the windows, matching the warmth that filled Harvey’s veins. He pulled Donna closer to him, burying his face in her shoulder. 

Suddenly she began to stir and rolled over to face him with eyes barely opened. 

“Hey,” he said softly.

“Hi,” she mumbled, voice filled with sleep. 

The corners of Harvey’s mouth automatically quirked up at her knotty hair and overall drowsy state.

She was not a morning person.

“I didn’t think you’d still be here,” she added.

Harvey’s stomach instantly plummeted.

“Did you…not want me to be here..?”

“No!” Donna’s eyes flew open. “I just thought you would leave. But I’m glad you didn’t.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured, gently planting a kiss against her lips. 

A smile graced her features as she curled up against him, her head resting on his chest. His hand found its place at the small of her back, idly tracing patterns on her skin as a contented sigh escaped from her throat. 

This was everything.

“I’m going to work for Pearson Hardman,” he said, abruptly piercing the comfortable silence. 

Donna stared at him questioningly. 

“I want you to come with me.”

“Harvey-” she began, already sitting up and putting distance between them.

“I know. You don’t get involved with men that you work with,” he said quickly. “But I don’t want to know what kind of lawyer I’d be without you. And I don’t want to know what kind of man I’d be without you either.”

Her expression softened at his statement and he watched as she bit her lip in contemplation. He hoped with everything in him that she would say yes.

“Please.”

And it was that, one simple syllable that swayed her in the end.

“Okay,” she answered.

“Really?”

“Yes Harvey,” she said with a playful roll of her eyes. “I’ll come with you. Besides you need me.”

“I certainly do,” he grinned, pulling her to him as his mouth met hers. 

Donna laughed through the kiss and Harvey echoed the sound because this was what happiness felt like.

Somewhere along the way he had forgotten.

But Donna helped him to remember.

So they spent the morning with limbs tangled in the sheets, their string tangling as well, while they lost themselves in each other. 

No one else existed but them. 

The whole world was theirs.

But rules weren’t meant to be broken.

Harvey stepped into the cafe, desperately in need of caffeine. 

It was only midday but exhaustion was quickly overtaking him. His two meetings for the morning had completely drained him. Dickenson always drove him up a wall but he had to try to not be as much of an asshole considering he was Managing Partner now.

He had no idea how Jessica did it.

All of a sudden, he spotted a flash of red hair and all of the air was sucked from his lungs.

Donna.

She was sitting at a table in the corner of the room, staring into her cup of coffee and Harvey’s heart was in his goddamn hand.

It had been years since he last saw her.

They had tried to keep in touch after their breakup but eventually they fell apart. 

They always did.

Briefly, Harvey was transported back to a time where they ruled the goddamn city. 

They were the best closer and legal secretary in New York. 

Harvey and Donna.

The dynamic duo.

Kicking ass and taking names.

They were a force to be reckoned with, a hurricane and a cyclone leaving a wake of destruction in their paths.

They built a castle and sat atop the throne together.

He still wasn’t sure where they went wrong. He couldn’t remember the moment that it all started to collapse. 

One second they had everything and the next they had nothing. 

It was all a damn blur.

Just then, the woman in question looked up, meeting his eyes and breaking him out of his thoughts.

A look of surprise crossed her features as she stared at him. 

Harvey’s legs seemed to be on autopilot as he made his way towards her because he knew his brain wasn’t functioning well enough to instruct his body on what to do.

“Harvey,” she uttered quietly as he stopped in front of her table.

One word and he was breaking again.

“Donna,” he said, allowing himself the rare luxury of speaking her name. 

She gestured to the empty seat across from her and Harvey sat down.

Flashbacks of all the other times they sat just like this hit him like a tidal wave.

This used to be their place.

For him, it still was.

“Can’t believe you still come here,” she teased. 

“What can I say? I’m a creature of habit.”

He couldn’t tell her that she was the reason he still frequented this joint.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, brimming with curiosity.

“I’m back in the city,” she answered, fiddling with her hands on her lap. “For good.”

“How come?”

She took a deep breath, staring at a spot on the floor before finally meeting his gaze.

“I’m getting divorced.”

“Donna I’m so sorry.”

Harvey thought that he could handle anything. He thought he could stomach it all after watching the love of his life marry someone else and build a life without him all because he didn’t fight hard enough for her when he should have. 

But watching as Donna tried her hardest to keep it together damn near destroyed him. 

“It’s fine,” she said, running a hand through her hair. “I mean its not. He was cheating on me…”

“Shit.”

Harvey wanted to fly out to Jersey and beat the shit out of Mark himself. 

“Yeah,” she sighed before taking a sip of her drink. 

“How’s Ava doing?”

“She’s trying to be strong. For me,” Donna scoffed. “But she’s hurting and god…I don’t know what to do Harvey.”

Her voice broke as she buried her face in her hands and Harvey shattered. 

“Hey,” he said softly, reaching out. 

He tenderly wrapped his fingers around her arm, the touch sending electricity running through his veins even after all this time. She looked up, her eyes filled with tears and there wasn’t anything in the world that Harvey wanted more than to make them go away. 

“You will get through this. You’re Donna.”

“I’m Donna,” she repeated with a sniffle. 

Two words that once changed everything.

“You are the strongest person that I know. And I don’t know if you’ve realised but your daughter is a lot like her mother.”

“Oh I’ve realised. Pain in my ass is what she is,” Donna mock grumbled.

“Now you know what it’s like,” Harvey quipped, earning himself a swat on the arm.

“You’re not easy to live with either Specter,” she shot back.

“I am an absolute delight.”

A burst of laughter bubbled from Donna’s throat and starlight erupted in his chest. 

He had missed that.

A grin automatically spread on his face as a response to the sound and Donna soon mirrored his expression.

“Thank you Harvey,” she said with a smile.

“You don’t ever need to thank me,” he replied. “And Donna if you ever need anything or anyone I’m here for you. And Ava. Always.”

His hand found hers again from across the table, letting her know that he meant it. That he wasn’t going anywhere.

Silently, Donna intertwined their fingers, gently squeezing and letting him know how much it meant to her.

And in a cafe on Wednesday afternoon, the string that had been tattered and torn began to slowly repair itself. 

Unknown to both, it appeared to glow a little.

After years, fate sat up again, once more taking notice as these two people started to find their way back to each other. 

The moment she had been waiting for.

On that day, she watched them begin again.

#again im so sorry #darvey #darvey fanfiction #darvey fic #donna x harvey #mine #this is what my muse gave me #my muse gave me a gd mess

[opotakuism]

OP: A Boy Who Would Be A Queen CH. 1: What Da Hell?

[Warning: Some characters might be OOC, just to let you know... I made the story sets on after Luffy become a Pirate King so there would be no serious trouble happening, but humors and slight uke!ness happening. This has short chapters (possibly) but if you all want, I could add more later...each chapter will have different pairings with Sanji (that is if you all want to request...)]

In the morning where the sunlight touched the windows of Thousand Sunny, the crews were sleeping in peace. However, peace would be rubbed away as the particular cook woke up. Sanji stretched himself as he sat up from his bed.

“Already morning?” He groaned with his arms stretched up, “maybe I have drank too much…”

He remembered the banquet that has lasted for a week as a 1st anniversary of his captain becoming a pirate king. As much as the week was eventful, he swore he will make a payback on the certain swordsman for too much hangover.

“I go to go hurry and make breakfast…” Sanji muttered as his left hand rubbing the right side of shoulder as his elbows touched his chest…

‘Huh?!

He furrowed his eyebrows as his elbow felt a soft, bouncy sensation on his chest and looked down. Sanji saw his legs have become more slim and her waist have become slender his pants looked oversized. He glanced at his hands and saw how skinny his fingers have become as the fingernails were longer. In such hurry, he splintered towards the bathroom to take a look on the mirror…only to see a beautiful woman with long blond hair with curly eyebrows like his, in the reflection. The woman in reflection has slender, yet voluptuous body with her eyes blue as the ocean.

“HHIIIYYYYAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH—!”

Hearing the scream the Straw Hats woke up, alarmed.

“What’s going on?” Robin asked in calm manner.

“Are we under attack?” Usopp wondered with anxiety.

“That can’t be,” Brook muttered, “Zoro-san’s in the patrol last night…”

Nami and others ran towards the bathroom, saw their cook shaking in front of the mirror.

“Ah…, Sanji?” Nami approached, skeptical, “that scream…wasn’t yours, right?”

The navigator approached as she could see the big difference Sanji has. He has become…slim and shorter? Sanji turned around with her panicked, watery eyes as the Kamabakka Trauma code has turned on.

“…Nami-san~!” Sanji whimpered.

Silence overwhelmed the ship as they realized their cook has become a woman.

“Eh?” Luffy managed to voice his confusion and shock.

Usopp, Franky, and Brook was also shocked, but in the skeleton musician’s case, he was nose-bleeding—although he doesn’t have a nose to begin with—Chopper shrieked with his eyes bulged out while Nami was surprised and Robin remained calm, but tensed.

“EEEEHHHHHHHHH—!!??”

Frustrated, Roronoa Zoro burst through the crowd.

“OI! What’s with the noise—”

He paused as he spotted a blond-haired woman with somehow familiar curly eyebrows, staring at him with surprise but the tear remained in her eyes.

“What the…” Zoro realized as he saw the woman then wondered, “does perverted cook as another sister?”

“THAT’S NOT IT, YOU IDIOT!!!” Nami, Chopper, and Usopp yelled in irritation as their one arm stretched out.

“So you’re saying that all of sudden cook has become a woman?” Zoro asked.

“Yep.” All but Sanji nodded their head in unison.

“But I don’t get it…when did that happened?” Luffy wondered as he tilted his head.

As if remembering something, Sanji recalled the memory of receiving a drinks from queen of Kamabakka kingdom, Ivankov. The cook was also suffering from dizziness of alcohol he didn’t get the hint. Sanji paled as she realized Ivankov must have gender-swapped him into a woman.

“Ack! That drag queen!!! He must have given me some female hormone drugs in me!” Sanji yelled angrily.

And in same time, the Transponder Snail rang and Luffy accepted the call. Then, they could hear a loud voice of—

“HEE-HAW~! Hello, Straw-Hat boy! Oh I mean—your majesty~!”

It was Emporio Ivankov. Growling in wrath, Sanji ran as fast as she could and yelled at the call.

“IVANKOV!!!”

“Oh~! Somebody’s cranky~. Hello, Candy boy. Or should I call you, Candy-Gal~?” Ivankov teased, provoking Sanji.

“I knew it was you all along! Are you rubbing my hell experience in that shitty island, to my face?!” The cook shrieked, utterly angry.

“Relax, sweetie~! It will only last for a month! Or much worse, several years. Until then, see ya soon~!”

“Hey, wait—!!!”

Then the drag queen hung up. Staring at the Transponder Snail in shock, silence loomed over the ship. Forming a steam in her leg, Sanji kicked Brook to the wall out of fury.

“W—wh…why me?” Brook whimpered as he collapsed.

All except Robin stared at the wall and Sanji’s fiery legs in shock. Man or woman, Sanji was still strong and scary. Her beauty plus Nami’s fiery temper…she’d be so much more horrifying when pissed or upset.

“Don’t we supposed to call Sanji in different name since he is a girl now?” Luffy asked.

Nami, Robin, Chopper, Usopp, Franky, and Zoro glanced at one another. Somehow, they find it make sense since Sanji needs temporary name that could indicate her switched gender.

“What about Sanjiko?” Usopp suggested.

Sanji stuck her tongue out, obviously disliking it.

“Nope, too obvious…and it’s weird.” Luffy agreed with his cook.

“Sanju*?” Franky asked.

Sanji growled, offended.

“HEY! I’m not thirty!!! I’m still in mid twenties!” Sanji yelled as she smack Franky’s head.

Then as if he got an idea, Luffy held up his hand.

“Oh!!! How about Sanjina?”

They all look at him with wide eyes.

“It’s not weird, don’t you guys think? Also, I think it is cool name.” Luffy reasoned.

Sanji contemplated for a while, then smiled brightly—it could cause heart attack on anyone. The young pirate king made his usual, unique laugh in satisfaction.

“See? Sanjina love the name too!”

Extra:

Sanjina finished washing dishes after they ate their dinner. She pulled her apron away and walked into the bathroom to wash her hand and as she was done, she entered her newly-decorated room. It was less messy and was in decent taste as a cook. With larger white bed on the corner, almost empty closets, and table with books Sanjina felt something was missing until she saw the mirror.

She blinked her eyes as she saw her own reflection. Sanjina was wearing white blouse and black, tight jeans. Eyes focus on her face and body structure, she smiled in satisfaction as she take a closer look on her face. Soft and fair, she touched her cheeks while smiling. Looking at her curvaceous body, her hands were on her hip and made a random, coquettish pose. However, her smile was innocent and all giddy with blushes.

‘Maybe, I could get use to this…’

Realizing what she had just thought, she vigorously shook her head. But just in case, her index finger slightly pulled the loosened collar and inspected her cleavage. Yep…it was slightly bigger than Nami’s, for Sanjina didn’t know she would look great as a woman.

#one piece #gender-bend #Sanji #Sanji!Uke(?) #LuSan #ZoSan #GinSan #Vinsmoke x Sanji

[mclennunf]

This Boy - Chapter 23

~Paul's~ The smell of his musky skin was a turn on in itself. As John crawled on top of me with a smug smirk on his face, I could feel the blood rushing from my head down to my groin almost making me light headed.  I felt his thighs brush up against mine. His shirt was hanging off of him, showing off his distinguishable collarbones. The light moan that escaped his mouth and touch of his lips on mine was indescribable, it sent shivers down my spine. I felt a smile creep out the sides of my mouth uncontrollably. John slowly began to pull my trousers off, kissing down my thighs as he did so. The heat between us was like fire. 

Soon, we found both of ourselves completely nude. John was lying on top of me kissing me passionately as he thrusted himself against me. "I need you so badly, Paul," John moaned against my mouth. He slid down my body so perfectly he felt like my missing puzzle piece. When he took me in his mouth I couldn't help but yelp his name. John worked his way up and down my shaft and moaned against me. I thrusted into his mouth and tangled my fingers in his soft auburn hair.  "Fuck, Johnny," I moaned as quietly as I could. John lifted himself up and sat on top of me, grabbing my dick and placing himself on top of it. As he slowly slid himself down I closed my eyes. As I slid fully side of him I grabbed his hips. "Fuckin' hell, yer so fuckin tight." I groaned. John made a few uncomfortable noises before he settled himself on top of me, beginning to thrust his hips. "You feel so fuckin' good inside of me," John moaned as he began wanking himself as I fucked him. Beads of sweat were  dripping off John's forehead, the mere sight made me close. "Oh Paul, don't stop, right there fuck I'm gonna cum," He began moaning louder. I began to pump myself in and almost-out of him, hitting that lump that made him squeal. "Fuck, John!" I yelled almost too loud as we both spilled our seed, me inside of him and him all over my chest and stomach.   John went to the bathroom, and I stood up and grabbed a dirty towel to wipe myself off. I collapsed down on the bed and John wasn't far behind doing the same thing on my small bed. "Fuckin' hell. That was amazing." John said breathlessly.  "Yer tellin' me." I smiled and cuddled up next to him as he flung his arm around me. "Have ye ever thought about kids, Paul?" John asked quietly. "Ye mean havin' some of me own?" I asked, resting my chin on his chest and looking up at his wandering eyes. "Yeah, I mean, we obviously can't make 'em. Does that change anything for ye?" John said, remaining quiet. "Of course not, John! Y'know we can always adopt." I said, smiling, trying to bring his spirits back up. They were seemingly down, now. "Oh alright. I just want to make sure I give you the life you've always wanted.." John said through a yawn. "A life with you is all I'll ever need." ... ~John's~ I woke up to a bright bedroom with sunlight shining desperately through Paul's window. Paul was thrashing back and forth. "STOP!" He kept crying out. "Paul, love, it's only me. Wake up," I said soothingly until finally he opened his eyes. "It's only me," I whispered again, pulling him in close. "Sorry," Paul mumbled into my neck. "What happened, baby?" I asked. Paul sat up and stretched, showing off his perfect figure, flawless skin and adorably messy bed-hair. "It was just me Da--, it was just Jim. Took Mike. I don't really wanna talk about it." Paul tried to explain. He stood up and began to get dressed. "Where d'ye think yer goin'?" I asked, sitting up and stretching myself. "We've gotta take Mike to school!" Paul giggled as he jumped to pull his trousers up, a small baggie falling out of the back pocket and onto the floor. "Paul..." I began, as I stood up myself and grabbed my shirt. "John, I swear these are the trousers that I wore home from Hamburg, I haven't gotten a chance to get rid of 'em, I promise..." Paul was a rambling, nervous little boy again. "It's okay, I believe you. Can we get rid of them?" I asked, still sounding disappointed. "Not yet. I promise I won't take them, I'm just not ready... Y'know?" Paul sounded like he was begging as I turned my back and took my medication, the talk of his pills had reminded me. We were interrupted by a knock at the bedroom door. I opened it as Paul shoved the baggie into his top drawer. "Good morning!" Mike greeted with a smile from ear to ear. "I am ready to go!" He announced. Paul grabbed Mike into a tight hug, it warmed my heart. Mike laughed and pushed his big brother off of him. "Lets go! I'm gonna be late!" Mike said as he ran down the stairs to put his shoes on. "Come on then, love. Let's get Mike off to school, then you best go see Mimi." Paul said, walking back over to me and placing a kiss on my cheek. We followed the young boy out the door after throwing our jackets on. Mike was skipping and hopping around us like a child on Christmas morning. I loved how close he and Paul were, but I suppose they had to be close considering their previous circumstances. "Paul, do you think Mum is still watching us?" Mike asked out of the blue as he grabbed his older brothers hand, not slowing his pace but his facial expression changing from a smile to a straight face. "Of course she is, Mikey." Paul sighed. "But, then, why would she let that stuff happen to you?" Mike asked even quieter. My heart nearly stopped at the question. I had no idea how to answer that question, I couldn't even help Paul with that one. Paul, like Mike and I,  remained silent for the rest of the walk to Mike's school. We approached the gates, and Paul crouched down in front of Mike. "Sometimes bad things happen, Mikey. But no matter what happens, no matter where Mum is, you know I'm here. You can rely on me, okay mate?" Paul said, trying to be assuring. I smiled at Mike over Paul's shoulder, who smiled back and looked at his brother. "Okay!" He agreed and hugged Paul. I crouched down and hugged him too. "We totally look like a queer couple dropping off our child." I joked. "We kind of are, Johnny." Paul laughed with me. "I've gotta catch the bus, love. We need some food in the fridge, figure Gin should rest. Send my love to Mimi." Paul said, I wished that I could've kissed him. "I'll call ye?" I called after him. Paul didn't respond, he just turned around to walk backwards and winked at me. As I walked toward Mimi's house I thought about our wedding and how excited I was. I wished that I could've told Mimi, but I knew she wouldn't have been supportive at all. At least we had little Mike to support us. Suddenly I was shoved and fell onto my hands and knees. "Bloody hell!" I said angrily as I shot up onto my feet, noticing small little scrapes of blood on either one of my hands. I spun around quickly to find Jim McCartney staring at me with anger in his eyes. We stared at each other for what seemed like five minutes, silently and angrily. "I don't know what kind of nonsense you've put into my son's head but it's your fault he won't even give me a chance." Jim stated, finally breaking the silence. "I haven't put anything in your son's head." I growled, trying to keep my composure. "It was only after you came along that he started talking back, getting stroppy on me." Jim said, taking a slight step back from me. "You were a raging alcoholic who nearly killed his own son, d'ye realize that mate?" I snapped back, taking a bigger step toward him. "I think yer probably the most daft man I've ever met." I snarled and stepped closer. "Unfortunately for you, young man, you can try as hard as you'd like, but my son will never love another man the way you evidentially love him. It just isn't going to happen." Jim said, inching closer to me. "Dirty fag." He added. Before I could stop myself my knuckles were already bleeding and Jim was lying on his back, cupping his bleeding nose. "Leave Paul and Mike the fuck alone. If you want to bother me, I don't mind givin' an old man a busted nose." I said as I spat on the ground beside him and walked away, checking out my knuckles. They were bleeding quite profusely now, must've gotten his teeth.  I felt a sharp pain in my left lower back, shooting up my spine and down my legs. I turned around to see Jim, standing with a small, sharp pocket knife dripping with blood. "Ye just bloody stabbed me?!" I grabbed at my back, trying to find the wound. My hands were shaking. I knew it wasn't enough to kill me, but it was enough to make me want to kill him. As I lunged at him, he spun around and bolted as fast as the old geezer could. There was no chasing him, I could feel blood trickling down my back. I couldn't go to Mimi like this, she would have a heart attack. I limped my way to Paul's house, hoping to God that nobody saw me and that he wasn't home yet, nor his Aunt. I burst through the door, not taking off my wet boots and limped up to the bathroom. I striped off my shirt and tried to twist my body to see the wound in the mirror. "You've had worse, Lennon." I muttered to myself. I ran the bath and waited for it to fill, feeling light headed. I stared at the water, holding my shirt against the bleeding hole. Once it was full, I striped down and climbed into the bath. Fuck did it ever sting. I lied down carefully, watching the water turn deep red. My eyes faded slowly shut.

#mclennon #mclennon fanfiction #this boy