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justyourusualash · 2 years

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“Is there ice cream” for the prompt 💕

First of all @potionsprefect I apologize for getting to this so late. I had exams, they have a habit of appearing on the worst times ever.

Second of all, this is my first ever prompt request!

I didn't know what to write, a hangover is technically being sick right?

The Blind Drunk

Book: Open Heart (Post Book 3) [Fated Universe]

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC {Angel Martin} (Feat. Jackie Varma)

Word Count: 1182

Warning: None

Rating: Teen

Premise: This is the first time ever he's seen her this drunk.

"Hellooooooo!" Angel giggled when she stumbled into the apartment, and Ethan grunted when he caught her in his arms.

"Thanks again, Varma." Ethan said.

"It's no problem." Jackie replied and turned to leave.

"Byeeeeee Jaaaaackiiiieeeee." She dragged out the words and giggled at the end.

"Bye."

Ethan slowly dragged her over to the kitchen island, sat her down on one of the bar stools and went to grab her some water when she stood up again.

"Whoa!" Ethan caught her again to stop her from falling over.

"You know," Angel started, wobbling as she spoke, "There's this guy that I work with. He's very handsome. Also very hot! I like him soooooo much! He's kind of an asshole though. You look like him."

"I am him." Ethan smirked. Once again, setting her down on the bar stool. That's when he realized that was the first time he had ever seen her completely drunk. She'd gotten a little more than tipsy yes, but this drunk? Never. He was going to have a blast teasing her in the morning.

"Oh?" She tilted her head. She giggled again, and said, "You're very hot. Will you go on a date with me? Like a first date?"

"Angel, we're married. We've been for almost a year now. We had our first date years ago. Although, I wouldn't mind if you planned our next date." He stated with a smile, knowing she wouldn't remember any of this in the morning.

"What?!" Angel gasped, as if just then realising that she was a married woman. After a second of thinking, she launched herself at him, "Hubbyyyyy!" She yelled and giggled.

"Yes. Hubby." He hugged her back with a wider smile, knowing she only called him that when she was feeling extra romantic.

"Let's celebrate!" She giggled and started walking over to the cabinet that held all their drinks.

"Can we celebrate with water?" He asked, grabbing and pulling her back to him.

She gasped again, "HOW can you even say something like that?! Celebration must always be done with alcohol." She said with an exaggerated pouty face.

Ethan quickly formulated a plan and said, "You, go sit on the couch, and I'll surprise you with a drink."

"Ooooh! Yay! I love surprises!" She giggled, and walked to the couch, with Ethan trailing behind her.

Once he was sure she was safely seated on the couch, he went to the kitchen, filled two glasses with water and took them outside to his wife.

She drank her glass as soon as she got it, and climbed into Ethan's lap straddling him.

"Let's sleep together." She said, and kissed him.

"Not that I mind, but how much have you had to drink?"

"I don't know. I lost count after the fifth one. Come to bed with me." She kissed his neck.

He thought about it for a few seconds, before picking her up bridal style, to carry her to their bedroom, knowing full well that she would be out cold by the time he walked in there. He was right. He carefully set her down on the bed, removed her heels, and tucked her in, before getting into bed himself.

The next morning Angel woke up with a pounding headache, she sat up in bed to find herself in the dress from last night, she was confused and decided to ask her husband about it. She turned to Ethan's side of the bed and found it empty. She begrudgingly got out of bed. She removed the dress and put one of Ethan's T-shirts on before going outside.

A soft song was playing through the speakers and Ethan was humming along with it while cooking breakfast.

"What's got you so happy?" She asked him, and he turned around with a soft smile on his face, as opposed to the scowl on hers.

"Well, good morning." He smiled and motioned to the bar where he had an aspirin, a glass of water and a cup of coffee sitting.

"Oh, I love you!" She took the aspirin and drank the coffee.

After she was done with her coffee, she asked him, "Is there ice cream?"

"There is but you're not getting any." He replied, sitting next to her.

"Why?" She glared at him.

"It's nine o'clock in the frickin morning, you're asking me why you won't have any ice cream?"

She narrowed her eyes in challenge but then said, "Fine."

Ethan smiled victoriously, when Angel leaned in to kiss him. He closed his eyes in anticipation, but the kiss never came, instead he heard the drawer open, he opened his eyes to find his wife sitting in front of him with a tub of ice cream in hand, "Oh, that's just not fair!"

She rolled her eyes and continued eating the ice cream.

"Share some." Ethan said as he picked up a spoon.

"Nope!" Angel moved the pint away from him.

He watched her for a few seconds, and then she plopped the pint right in the middle, to eat with him.

"So, where are we going for our next date?" Ethan asked her.

"I planned the last one, isn't it your turn now?" Angel replied, confused.

"I mean you wanted to plan the next one, that's why I asked."

"When did I even say that?"

"Last night."

"What even happened last night? I remember drinking with everyone and then I don't remember anything."

He chuckled and showed her the texts she sent him the previous night.

"These are so bad!" She exclaimed and Ethan struggled to hold in his laughter.

"I called you literal trash!" Ethan wanted to laugh even more seeing the look on her face.

"What else did I do?"

Now Ethan was laughing the hardest he had ever laughed.

"You started by telling me about this guy you work with, who you find very handsome and hot and you like, but the guy is an asshole. Then you tell me that I look like him. When I told you that I am the one you're talking about, you asked me out on a date. A first date to be precise. When I reminded you that we're married, it was like you had just found out. You launched yourself at me and decided you wanted to celebrate our marriage with more drinks. I had to give you the pretense of surprising you with a drink to get you to have a glass of water."

"Christ! How many drinks did I have?"

"I don't know. You told me you lost count after the fifth. Then you proceeded to try and seduce me."

"Did it work?"

"No. I carried you to the bedroom, you were out cold by the time I stepped in. I removed your heels and tucked you in."

"God! I have never been this drunk!"

"Certainly not in front of me."

"You must love me so much to put up with that!"

"I do. And I also found out that apparently you are a very giggly drunk."

"Shut up!"

"Sorry! I love you."

"I love you too." She finally kissed him.

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asset35-maya · 2 years

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Feel free to ignore this if you aren't taking prompts.

But Contina and their first really bad fight. I mean screaming and tears. That sort of thing.

Love you as always Maya

Love you too @rjhpandapaws

Since I can’t see canonverse Connor staying angry for long, I’m gonna set this in my Contina Human AU called “Art of Life”.

IMPLOSION

“Goodnight!” “Bye! Thanks for having us!” “Thanks for coming.” “Byeeeeee.” “Bye.”

Their false smiles faded as soon as they shut the door. Connor watched through the peephole to make sure their guests were gone before rounding on her.

“What the hell’s going on with you?”

“I should be asking you that.”

“Stop- stop looking at me like that, Tina. You were looking at me like that the whole damn evening. What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t talk to me like that.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Fuck you, I wasn’t looking!”

“Don’t you dare deny it.”

Tina rolled her eyes and walked back into the kitchen to clear up. Connor followed closely.

“What were you doing? Keeping an eye on me? Making sure I don’t drink too much. Say anything weird? Punch your total dick of a best friend in the face and give him another scar?”

She looked alarmed at the sharp rise in pitch and volume of his voice.

“He’s your brother-in-law. He’s family… it’s been years… I don’t understand why you still take everything he says so seriously.”

Connor downed what was left in a beer bottle sitting on the counter top. He threw it into the trash with a vengeance. Tina shot him a reproachful look which he ignored.

“I don’t want to see him around here again. Don’t invite him to these things. Actually, don’t host these stupid family dinners again. I don’t want my idiot brothers and their idiot husbands in my house. Stop trying to fix things.”

There was a sharp clack as Tina put down a serving dish. She looked up coldly.

“Fix things?”

Connor felt his stomach clench but his stupid brain told him not to back down. He’d peeled the bandaid off and he’d pick at the wound if he damn well pleased.

“That’s what you do right? You gotta be useful SOMEHOW! You tried the cop thing, you tried the tattoo shop thing, you tried some tea business bullshit, and none of it fucking went anywhere, so now you’re trying the wife thing. And let me tell you that you’re not very good at that shit either.”

There was silence, as they both processed what he’d just said.

Now he could’ve said sorry. And she could’ve chalked his cheap comments up to cheap alcohol. She could’ve ignored him until the next morning. But neither of them was the type to leave well enough alone.

Tina’s eyes darkened as she stepped away from the countertop and approached Connor with slow and measured footsteps. He stared her down as if she was his worst enemy rather than the love of his life.

“I’m… not good… at the… wife thing?”

He looked away. Hell was coming but he didn’t care to stop it. It was going to be nasty, so he might as well go all the way. He looked back.

“At the WHOLE thing really. I didn’t need to put a ring on your finger for this treatment.”

“What’s that?”

“You’ve been running after me trying to pick up the pieces since day one. Nobody asked you to. It’s getting to be real tedious now. Like is there anything more to our relationship than you trying to be my dead mother!?”

Tina let out the most sardonic laugh.

“It’s not my fault mommy issues keep you from accepting affection like a normal human being.”

“Don’t throw things I’ve confided in you back in my face.”

“You’re the one that brought your mom into this conversation, dumbass. I don’t have time for your narcissistic shit. Go to therapy.”

“I would. If I had the cash. But you spent it on this ridiculously expensive, waste of time dinner party. Did we really need to buy new glassware to entertain the likes of Gavin Reed?”

“What the fuck’s your problem with Gavin? How jealous of him do you have to be to drag him into every single conversation?”

“I’M NOT JEALOUS OF HIM!”

She threw her head back and laughed.

“Obviously you are. If we’re being real here. He’s everything you wished you could be but are too lazy and scared to work for.”

“How dare you.”

“Weren’t we just stating facts, babe?”

She stepped even closer and straightened his rumpled collar.

“You hate anyone and everyone who’s been able to work past their trauma, because you want to keep clinging to yours as an excuse for your mediocrity.”

Tina smoothed his shirt down and released him with a final pat on the chest. The affectionate gesture coupled with the absolute vitriol in her words made his insides twist painfully.

Still, there was no ‘sorry’ on the horizon. Connor’s horrible mind went into overdrive in the few moments it took her to return to the sink and pick up a dish.

He debated what part of the past would be best to dredge up and hurl as a comeback. Her childhood crush on Gavin? Her inability to chart her own path and tendency to follow in her friend’s footsteps… in everything from her law enforcement career to her choice of a Stern sibling as a spouse…

Connor’s lip twisted into a sick little smile just before he dealt the blow.

The dish that was in Tina’s hand fell and shattered in the sink.

She reacted beautifully.

Just like he wanted. Like a wounded and enraged animal.

She then violated every element of his identity with just a few short sentences.

He paid her back in kind.

Voices were raised and tears were shed. Dishes were broken. And so were hearts.

Eyes puffy and red, Tina dragged her blanket and pillow to the couch that night, vowing to rip the ring off her finger and leave it with her keys on the table the next morning.

When the sun rose, she somehow found herself in bed, curled against his chest.

#contina #connor x tina #tina/connor #human au #tw: domestic argument #dbh connor #dbh tina chen #dbh writing #my writing #dbh fanfic

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feisty-spirit-bear · 3 years

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Writing Lessons from Harry Potter

So, I just barely finished rereading Harry Potter for the first time in like 8 years, maybe more, so since it’s been a while and I learned a lot with fresh(ish) eyes that I thought might be fun to share for other aspiring writers.

The Do’s:

Consistent Characters through Actions- All the characters in the books are incredibly consistent. Before we even know that there is tension between purebloods and muggle-borns or that blood-traitors even exist, JKR lays the stones with Malfoy’s and Ron’s characters in their first conversations with Harry. It’s very cool how she knew who her characters were from the outset and shows us what they are like through their actions.

Character Flaws-- JKR doesn’t shy away from character flaws and complexity (something that got watered down in the movies significantly, unfortunately) and it’s fantastic. Harry tries to use the Cruciatus Curse multiple times in books 5-7 and its dark and gritty. Everyone (even my beloved, angel Remus) has complexity and flaws that feel realistic, human, and that she embraces in her writing. She doesn’t try to make any of the characters a perfect hero.

Chekhov’s Guns -- These vary in how well they work (but not everything can be a slam dunk), but her consistent set-up before the pay-off is prime writing. These make the books feel realistic and grounded among the fantasy, as well as the added bonus of making it fun for the re-read to see how often Dumbledore mentions Aberforth.

Reusing characters vs Making new ones: This is a hard thing to balance and I think JKR balances it great. By reusing characters, she gives the world a sense of cohesion that would be missing if there was a bottomless pit of new characters at every turn (ex we know Cedric from Quidditch before the Triwizard Tournament and there are a lot of adult characters that come up again and again throughout the books, their role getting bigger and bigger as time goes on). But by knowing when to balance this with new introductions, JKR keeps the Wizarding World feeling expansive and deep and not like just a handful of families having a brawl.

Why They are the Way that They Are: This is related to “consistent characters” but JKR was great at starting from the very beginning with her characters. Everyone has a past and everyone is a product of that past. We don’t have many characters act in unexplainable ways that are left unexplained. Even Kreacher is explained; at first we think he’s awful because his Masters were awful, but then we realize that it’s because he hasn’t been able to fulfill an order from Regulus for over a decade. This gives the characters a sense of wholeness.

The Don’ts:

“Fly on the Wall” Syndrome: JKR suffers from what I’ve decided to call “Fly on the Wall” Syndrome. Almost 90% of the time, if not more, whenever there is an Information Dump taking place that Harry is listening to, Harry becomes inert and it feels like he ceases to exist. Instead of getting piece by piece reactions from him as he listens, we get pages on pages of exposition and only once its over do we get a bit of what Harry is thinking/feeling. With these uninterrupted pages of information, it feels like Harry disappears and he may as well not be hearing what we’re reading because these are BIG reveals and WE are having a reaction to, but Harry is a stone cold robot. It just takes one of the pitfalls of part of writing (exposition) and makes it even worse. In the movies, we get to see Harry’s facial expressions as these reveals happen, but in the book he just seems to disappear. (Prisoner of Azkaban is honestly the worst of all the books at this, but the pattern holds up for all 7).

“And Then Everyone Clapped”: This is one that is tricky because I have a feeling that the fact these are “children’s” books might have something to do with this, but it’s still always irksome to me every time it happens. (This is really more of a nitpick because everything else is about technique but lemme have it okay?). Way too often in the books, there are times when “everyone cheered” that feel way cringe and super unrealistic. To be fair, a lot of the instances are semi-warranted (House Cup, Quidditch) but the way it’s written feels too much like Harry just became a fake internet troll. But the final duel between Harry and Voldemort in book 7 is just akkkkghhgh. I just don’t think that people that have been mourning over 50 dead family members and friends for the past hour after hours of combat would be cheering in the face of Voldemort himself. It’s war. People don’t usually cheer and clap during such tense situations. Just felt weird. I know what she was going for but it just didn’t land for me.

Loss of Scale: This is also a bit of a nitpick, but more technique based at least. When rereading the books, I was surprised how much pain Harry went through on a regular basis because I didn’t remember many of the instances that were described as “agony” and when Harry thought he was going to die from the pain (I was also surprised because it seemed dark for kid’s books but the age range for these books is a mystery to everyone). As I kept reading, the pattern started to emerge and I think I know what happened-- nearly every instance of Harry’s pain beyond minor bumps and bruises were skull-cleaving agony. It felt like Harry was always operating at either a 2 or a 20; his scar was either tingling or about to kill him, he was either barely burned/scratched/ached or throwing up in pain. There are some exceptions to this where he hovered at a 6 or 7 (ex: Umbridge’s detentions) but I think that the constant highs made it hard for the events to feel separate from each other.

Audience Doesn’t Know What Harry Knows: This last one is also a bit of a nitpick because for the MOST part, the audience finds out information as Harry does. There are a handful of times, though, when the only reason the reader doesn’t know it is because JKR was waiting for that Dramatic Moment, but it feels undeserved when we don’t see the dots connecting. The biggest example of this is Harry figuring out that the Elder Wand belongs to him; both Dumbledore and Harry seem to be on the same page that the Wand was loyal to Snape and then Voldemort killed him so it is rightfully Voldemort’s. We never know that Harry is questioning this or having any sort of internal dialogue about other possibilities, but when they are face-to-face in the Great Hall, then Harry drops the bombshell that actually, it was Draco’s and now Harry’s. This comes out of absolutely nowhere and doesn’t feel like a set-up and pay-off but more like a fumbling card trick that worked at the last second. For the most part though, she doesn’t have this problem, but when it happened it wasn’t great.

So yeah that’s what I learned about writing from rereading the Harry Potter books after a long hiatus. I don’t even write prose so I don’t know how relevant this will be for graphic novels, guess we’ll find out later byeeeeee

#harry potter #jkr #jk rowling #harry potter books #writing #writing critique #writing analysis #writing tips #writing advice #story #story structure

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tellywoodtrash · 3 years

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immj2 28+29.12.20 lbs

ok we just gonna skimmmmmmmmmmmmm through these eps real quick, coz i wanna get back to reading my Bridgerton books.

28.12.20

i ship this so much, it fuckin hurtsssssss. GIVE ME THE KILLING EVE-ESQUE SAPPHIC ROMANCE I WANT, TELLYWOOD, STOP BEING SUCH FUCKING COWARDSSSSSSSSSSSSS

aaaaaaand she’s disappeared.

................... coz angre got his hands on her. angre i swear to god if you don’t unhand her and go back to just simping for your wife...........

lmao she bit him and ran away.

................ straightttttttttt into vansh’s arms.

oh shit. i ship this too????? fuck, this show is just too chock-full with ridiculously good looking people and i need them all to kiss each other’s necks.

ok, maybe not. BAAT BAAT PE YEH MANHOOS CHAAKU KYUN NIKAAL LETA HAI?!!?!? HAVE YOU NOT HEARD THAT THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE POCKET-CHAKKU?!!?!?

anyway, ahaana’s got a brain and just started screaming her head offfff for riddhima. which is what a normal person (read, anyone NOT RIDDHIMA) would do.

hein who this curly haired girl????

anyway, ahaana like i gots a secrettttt to tellll you. ABOUT VANSHHHHHHHH.

kabir a messyass bitch like me and is like ooooooooooooh ab aayega mazzaaaa.

iss sab ke beech ishani like heyyyy, this is my dress!!!!!! SIS, NO ONE CARES, WE ABOUT TO GET SOME HELLA GOOD GOSSIP. JESUS. PRIORITIES!!!

ahaana like someone wants to killllllllllllllllllll meeeeeeeeeeeeeee, and riddhima is like huh what who why they wanna kill you???? and sis, i think you know from living in this murder-house that ppl don’t particularly need a reason as such to wanna kill you. they just like homicide as a hobby.

vansh like I SHALLLLLLLLLLL PROTECT YOUUUUUUUUUU, YOU SHALL LIVE HERE. sir, i’m pretty sure it’s YOU that she’s talking about that wants to kill her.

riddhima like uhhhhhhhhh??? the fuck is going on? why you promising security to this chick who wanted to phodofy your bhaanda????

SOMEONE TELL ME WHO THAT CURLY HAIR GIRL IS, HAVE I FORGOTTEN A WHOLEASS CHARACTER OF THIS SHOW COZ I DIDN’T WATCH FOR 2 DAYS???????

anyway riddhima like WHOOOOOOOO IS SHEEEEE, YOU KNOW EACH OTHER FROM BEFORE????????? like damn, your psycho murderous ex is living in this house thanks to you, and vansh can’t even know a woman that’s not you????/

ahaana going on and on about this stupid SECRET and omg just spit it out or gtfo. i have 8 books of regency era sexy shenanigans to read, and i’m wasting time here on this nonsense.

ok. she saved his life. and did “seva” it seems. lmao the mental image i have.

“vansh, apna vaada yaad hai na? ki tum mera karz chukaaoge; keemat ya shakl jo bhi ho.” oh???????? big promise from vansh, if true.

vansh beginning to regret making such lofty vows.

(also mmmmmmm, what else dat pouty mouth do, baby???)

dadi has taken over and is like you saved my vansh‘s lifeeeeeeee, i shall make sure vansh keeps his promise, blah blah. lord WHAT IS THE POINT OF ALLLLLLL THISSSSSS?!?!?

riddhima like, why did you call me if you wanted to get in touch with him? why not just call him directly????

shaaaaaady reactions from vansh/ahaana at that. lightttttt goes out.

comes back on, and angre like fuck all this, let’s celebrate the new yearrrrrrrr. not sus at all. y’all are alllllllllllllll so fucking shady man. god, ahaana, just bust my girl ridz outta here and go to alaska and eat spaghetti together. iykyk.

and they all just started ballroom dancing as if they’re in beauty and the beast. attention span of a fucking gnat these ppl have. ek baat pe dhyaan nahi tiktiiii.

i’m here for this also. i just want all the sexy ppl to be with each other. idc who is with whom. just put any two of them together and i’m happy.

these two throwing some chabayaa hua dhamkis at each other. I DON’T CAAAAAAAAAAAAAARE UNLESS YOU SPILLING SPECIFIC DEEEEEEEEEEETS.

iske dimaag ke ghode kentucky derby mein daudne lage hain.

and hubs fullllllllllllly knows. he wanted exactly that.

she tries to ask questions and as usual, he shuts her down with ainvayi ki philosophy. MAN WHAT WILL IT FUCKING TAKE FOR YOU TO ANSWER A QUESTION STRAIGHT?????

big talk about pyaaaar and vishwaaaas and bro, i fully know what you’re doing here, you fucking bastard. bloody gaslighting her into ignoring her own instincts in the name of trusting you. like yes, she’s like extraaaa with the jasoosi, but she’s asking RELEVANT, PERTINENT QUESTIONS.

meanwhile this rakshason ki toli has got their hands on the “yes okay i’m a spy!!!!!!!!!!!!!” recording that siya had. great. wonderful. best.

they decide to wait for right moment to use it and show vansh. oh you fucking dumbasses................... he already knows. this is the problem; no one bothers to fucking communicate in this family.

kabir trying to get the goss outta ahaana, but vansh ne mundi se ishaara kiya and angre just threw a drink on K, so he had to leave to go change.

i like her.

lol she called him a loser. never has a character been more right about all the men of this stupid show.

ahaana staring at vansh in a real strange way. oh bro, kya kaand kiya tha iske saath????? sach sach bolllllllllll.

these two seem have slid into each other’s inboxes already???? oh yeaaaaaaaaah.

ishani has come back with one V for Vendetta mask and is smirking some more about how riddhima is going down. *sigh* same old, same old.

more ainvayi ka dancing. man, what a waste of a filler episode.

at the dinner table, riddhima finds a chit saying your life is in danger, come meet me out in the backyard. ishani and aryan and chachi making real weird faces. did they send the note or did ahaana???? either way, this not gonna end well for riddhima. as per always.

it’s got to the point where EVEN riddhima is calling out the plotholes in the damn show out loud; saying ahaana said HER life was in danger, now how the fuck is this all about MY life being in danger???

anyway the dumbass goes to investigate.

she got shoved into a car by V for Vendetta (that’s what they should call the show.) which is now filling up with smoke. wonderful.

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29.12.20

she’s so fucking stupid. there’s no way the car doors can be locked from the outside in such a way that they cannot be opened from the inside. peeche ke doors pe child-lock hain bhi, toh she can just climb to the front and open the front doors and jump out. honestly riddhima.

ishani trying to distract vansh from going to look for riddhima with chocolate cake.

vansh is me. cake pakda diya toh duniya ki koi parwaah nahi. it just meeeeeeeeeee and my cake, made for each other, truuueeeeeee loveee.

ALSO LMAO WHY DOES THIS DUDE EAT CAKE LIKE THIS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

riddhima still choking and struggling like a dumbass.

cake done, vansh off to look for his wife. gotta say, he’s got his priorities straight.

ishani making shady faces with Guy Fawkes mask. godddddd. who cares who cares who caresssss?

after 19023019283092130912390 moments of suspense, he finally found her and broke her outta the car.

some loving scolding for wandering off without telling him. dude’s she’s a grownass woman, not a toddler/pet.

anyway she told him someone shoved her in the car and he’s clenching his jaw most magnificently mmmmmmm that jawwww.

ab yeh kaunsi nayi musibat hai???

he’s promising to find and punish whoever and she’s thinking omg it kabir?!?!?!!!!!!!! as if noooooone else in the house wants to murder her.

she’s like you saved me again!!!!!!!! and he’s literally like stop playing khatron ke khiladi up in here every day and i won’t have to, bitch.

ishani literalllllly flaunting that mask on her arm and riddhima like OUFF YEH KHOOONI NANAD BAAZ NAHI AATI.

side mein dekha toh kabir also has one like that.

lmao everyyyyyyone has one of these masks.

R like i need to gtfo here from the presence of all these assholes, k byeeeeee.

she’s confronting ahaana ki why you call me outside and not show up yourself????

ahaana like, bitch tf you talking about? i didn’t call you or send any chit??!?!! get used to it ahaana, iss ghar mein rahogi toh yeh hourly occurance hai, aisa random chutiyaapa. tumhein toh aadat hogi hi, pichle janam mein oberois ke saath jo rahi ho.

riddhima bringing up vansh and ahaana like YOUR MAN SHADYYYYY AF. YOU SHOULDN’T TRUST HIM SO MUCH. iss ek line se hi i have gotten it ki ahaana has been planted by vansh and he’s trying to see if riddhima falls for anyone else’s hearsay again.

riddhima is giving speech about how much she trusts vansh and they’re each others’ parchhaai or some such shit, and lmaoooooooooooooo ahaana’s face......

same, sis. absolutely saaaame.

ahaana like “zindagi mein har bimaari ki dawaai hai, par galatfehmi ki nahi.” snortttttttt.

ahaana going heavy on “vansh don’t love you, he wants to killll your ass” speech and ouff....... ofc riddhima won’t listen. dumbass.

there is not ONE wrong thing ahaana is saying about vansh. not ONE. literally all of it is true. i mean, maybe he does “love” her or whatever, but kya hi karein aise bekaar roz roz life ruin karne waale pyaar ka? isse achcha toh naa hi kare pyaar.

aaaaaaaaand she got slapped for truth-telling. fuck. riddhima, you are such a fucking dumbass. where all this slappiness for your damn husband who was lying to your face for monthssssss, huh????

ugh mera pati mera ishq bhashaan. this chick deserves to be murdered. blindass.................. she’s doing the exact same shit she did with kabir, total blindddddd faith without listening to any reason. she deserves to be fucked over if she refused to learn anything from that kaand and won’t use her fucking brain even now.

honestly this sanctimonious speech she’s giving ahaana........

but for once she’s using her MAALKIN OF THE HOUSE rutba and telling to ahaana to gtfo the house.

lmao ahaana like tell vansh to throw me out, and i’ll go.

cut to......... riddhima is randomly staring at a ladder. as one does.

helllllllllllllllllllllllo. 😏😏😏

riddhima trying to tell vansh ki ahaana is off her rocker and....

well okay then! no more talking about ahaana! 🥰🥰🥰

great. all that was buttering up for the trust test he has set up for her.

climb the ladder, it seems. oh boy. i know what’s coming............

lmaooooo she climbs it and is like ok now you know that i trust you??? can i come back down now??? LOL DUMBASS HOW DID YOU NOT GUESS WHAT HE WANTED FROM THE MOMENT HE TOLD YOU TO CLIMB???????? dimaag ghutno mein hai iss ladki ki.

he’s telling her to jump. ofc. fucking asshole. tereko shauk hai random high places se chhalaang maarne ko toh you’ll make everyone do it or what?

HE’S ACTUALLY GETTING MAD AT HER HESITATION AND ALL I’LL CATCH YOU, DO YOU NOT TRUST ME?????? main hoti toh kehti ki bro, it’s not you that i don’t trust, i just know gravity as a force is more powerful than you are.

stupid stupiddddd bitch. she’s doing it also. DUDE, THIS IS A CLASSIC ABUSIVE TECHNIQUE, WHY DON’T YOU KNOW ANYTHINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG RIDDHIMAAAAA?!!?!?!? LIKE........................ THIS IS WHY PEOPLE SHOULDN’T BE ALLOWED TO GET MARRIED BEFORE THE AGE OF 30. THEIR BRAINS ARE JUST NOT GROWN ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

how self satisfied she looks. fucking dumbass.

while his face is like ‘i can’t believe the twit actually did it.’

some more talk about how she trusts him mosttttttttttttttttttttttttt in the world, while he gets horny for it. god, what a pair of boring dysfunctional fucks. i liked it better when he was vihaan and had a bondage kink.

bharosa talk bharosa talk and oh my god it’s sooooooo fucking obvious he’s planted ahaana to test her and her trust. aaj yeh toh bas level 1 tha. the chutiyaapa just gonna go up from here.

she’s like i don’t like ahaana, why does she have to stay here? he’s turning it back on her and saying if we trust each other, what does it matter if she stays here or says whatever????? which ....... is just some reallyyyyyyyyyyyyy manipulative BS.

he’s saying she has some “issues” that he’ll handle. oh lord. ahaana in danger of getting murdered by this fucker too.

riddhima giving some more vaasta of her neverending trust.........

while this asshole makes these very TRUSTWORTHY faces.

aaaaaaaaaaaaand someone watches them. as per usual. no wonder vansh made sure to go far far far far away from this house to get some nookie. idhar karte toh it would be like those olden days royal weddings, where the whole court would come and sit and watch the marriage being consummated.

#ishq mein marjawan 2 #immj2 #immj2 lbs #episode liveblogs

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Hand in Glove - Chapter 29 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: I have a problem, alright? In the words of the greatest poet to ever live, Mr. Kanye West - “I’m tired. You’re Tired. Jesus wept.” Also not sure if there are any typos left or not so if there are just pretend they don’t exist ok byeeeeee.

Warnings: Smut ahead. Kind of.

Word Count: ~3K

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 , Chapter 15 , Chapter 16 , Chapter 17 , Chapter 18 , Chapter 19 , Chapter 20 , Chapter 21 , Chapter 22 , Chapter 23 , Chapter 24, Chapter 25 , Chapter 26, Chapter 27 , Chapter 28

“Do we write our own vows?” Ben asked and handed Rory her plastic spoon. “Like, is that a thing we can do?”

“I think so, yeah.” Annie covered her mouth, speaking while she chewed. She swallowed and made funny faces at Rory. “Can you believe she’s 10 months old?”

“Can you believe we’re getting married next week?” Ben countered.

“No,” Annie confessed. “Not really.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

“Yeah?” Annie leaned forward, intrigued.

“I know you said you don’t want a big wedding -”

“Not this again.”

“- but what if we do something small scale? After we get legally married. Just a big party for friends and family.”

“Ben…”

“Look, I humoured you long enough. I’ve basically let you walk all over me. I need something, Annie.” Ben dropped his fork with a clatter. “You’re not alone in this relationship.”

“Why are you so obsessed with this?” Annie dropped her fork too. “Why is it so important for you?”

“Because it just is.” Ben glared at her. “This isn’t Shitstorm Annie’s exclusive one-woman show, you know.”

“Call me a shitstorm again. Go on.”

“Shitstorm.”

“You know what?” Annie pushed her chair back. “I’m done.”

“The hell you are. Sit down.” Ben said calmly.

“Excuse me?” Annie scoffed.

“We’re having dinner with our daughter. Sit. Down.” Ben bounced his knee impatiently. “Grow up, will you?”

“How dare you -”

“If you mention me being away in the States again, Annabelle, so help me God, there will be no wedding. At all. Secret or not.” Ben’s jaw jutted forward slightly as he clenched it. “I’m so bloody sick of you holding it against me.”

Annie sat back down, doe-eyed. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen Ben so riled up.

“Now, listen very carefully, because I’m only going to say this once.” Ben wiped Rory’s chin with her bib. “You got what you wanted. On your terms. Now, it’s my turn.”

“Do you honestly think it’s fair to invite your family to our wedding, when mine won’t be there?” Annie quipped.

“They could be if you invited them.” Ben shrugged. “It’s totally up to you.”

“You are my family, you bellend.” Annie closed her fists. “It’s like talking to a bloody rock.”

“You’re such a control freak, Annabelle.” Ben groaned. “Let it go. For once in your life.”

###

Annie looked in the mirror as she tried on an ivory colored dress. She scrutinized her reflection, nit-picking every little flaw and imperfection she could possibly find.

“Annie you’ve been glaring at yourself for fifteen minutes now.” Jamie held his head in his hands. “Please. You look beautiful. I want to leave.”

“No. This isn’t right. The hem is too long.”

“The hem is perfect.” Jamie sighed. “The neckline is perfect. The waist is perfect. Everything is bloody perfect! You look like a bloody angel.” Jamie stood up and walked over to where Annie stood. “You’re a spawn of the devil, but you look like an angel.”

“Do you think he’ll like it?” Annie looked up at her friend, wide-eyed and childlike.

“I know he will. How could he not?”

Annie fidgeted with the hem of her dress. It went up to just over her knees. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, nodding to herself.

“Alright. Let’s get out of here, then.”

“Thank God!”

###

Ben spent most of his days home alone, working on writing his vows. He bit his nails as he stared at the piece of paper in front of him. His brain seemed to have forgotten how to use words properly, and went completely blank. With the wedding ceremony fast approaching, Ben could feel his entire body tense up from the stress.

They’ve planned the entire day out. Rory will be in daycare. Brian and Roger will meet Ben at the chapel he and Annie picked and triple-checked that is authorised by the Register Office. Jamie will drive Annie from set and bring her there. Once the ceremony is over and done with, they’ll pick Rory up and go have dinner at a restaurant, all three of them.

They even made reservations.

Roger gifted them two of his cymbal rings as a wedding present. Brian said his present will be a surprise. Jamie has done above and beyond to help Annabelle make this wedding happen on her terms, she couldn’t even imagine him giving anything more. In her words, ‘he risked his own bloody marriage for us, that’s more than enough.’

Ben picked up the pen and started drumming a beat on the edge of the table. When nothing came to him even still, he did the only thing he could think of. He started drinking.

###

“Ben?” Annie called from the front door, holding Rory in her arms. “Are you home?”

“Yeah!” Ben’s deep voice carried from the kitchen. “Juss’ doin’ stuff.”

Annie followed his voice and found him sitting in his underwear, in the midst of empty beer bottles, a half finished bottle of whiskey and a sea of balled up papers around him. His hair stuck out in every possible direction.

“What the hell?” she managed to force out through a smile and put Rory down on the floor.

“Well, I -” Ben burped, “oof, sorry. I’m writing the vows!”

“You’re sloshed.”

“I needed to relax, alright?” Ben took another sip of his whiskey. “Get the juices flowing.”

“Ben, where are your pants?”

“I got overheated.”

“What happened to your shirt?”

“I think I’m allergic to it.” Ben shrugged. “Shoo, Annie! You’re interrupting!”

He didn’t even notice the bag she was carrying, he was so keen on finishing the task at hand. With the tip of his tongue poking out through the corner of his mouth, Ben furiously scribbled across the page.

###

“That settles it.” Clara wiped her fingers on her napkin, finishing her lunch. “Your boyfriend is allergic to all clothes.”

“Ha, ha.” Annie rolled her eyes playfully. “He looked like a child doing his homework.”

“Aw, cute!” Mike chimed in. “What was he writing?”

“Oh.” Annie froze, trying to come up with an explanation for Ben’s drunken, naked writing session the previous night. “I think he’s writing a story.”

“A story?” Clara raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. Kept telling me to shoo and that I’m interrupting.” Annie hoped her voice didn’t give anything away. “Probably a Clannie story.”

Clara snorted and doubled over laughing.

###

“Ben!” Annie shouted as she entered the house. “I’m here!”

He texted her in the middle of the day that she needs to come home because he is having a serious condition that needs tending to. Ben hardly ever got sick, and when he did - he turned into the biggest, neediest baby. Annie made use of her acting skills and convinced the production team that she’s incredibly ill and could use the rest of the day off to rest.

“Come here!” Ben called from the bedroom. Annie climbed up the stairs in a rush to find Ben standing at the foot of the bed. He looked relieved to see her. “Come here for a second.”

“What’s going on?” Annie looked him up and down, trying to see what was amiss. He seemed fine. Clothes on. Great spirits. “Ben, did you call me home because you got lonely?”

“Lonely?” Ben scoffed. “This goes beyond loneliness.”

“What?”

“Just…” Ben grunted uncomfortably.

“Ben what the hell are you doing?”

“This is serious, okay?” he started to undo his belt and popped the button on his jeans open, pulling the fly down.

“For the love of God -”

“Look at this. Look at it!” Ben stood, his jeans pooled around his ankles, arms outstretched to the sides. He pointed with both hands at his crotch. “Look at how hard I am.”

“I’ll pick up a medal on the way home.” Annie rolled her eyes and turned around.

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere.” Ben stated. “This?” he palmed his boxers. “This is just because I was thinking of you. Not even in a sexual way. You popped into my head and there it is!”

“Ben, you had me seriously worried that something might be wrong and -” Annie gasped. “Will you stop playing with yourself?!”

“Only if you’ll play with me instead.” Ben stepped out of his jeans and approached her. “Do you have any idea how much I need you right now?”

“Ben, I lied to everyone to get home as fast as I could and I come home to this?” Annie stepped back. “What is the matter with you?”

“I love you. I want you.” Ben started counting off answers. “I’m throbbing just thinking about you, going about your day.” He swooped forward and grabbed her, pushing his hips forward. “Feel it.”

“Have you gone completely mad?” Annie laughed as he pushed his cock against her tummy. “Ben!”

“We’re getting married. This time, tomorrow.” Ben wrapped his fingers around the column of Annie’s neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. “And I am so turned on by the mere thought of having you for myself. Forever.”

“You’re a lunatic.”

“You’re wearing too many clothes.” Ben observed.

“Are you high?”

“No.”

“Drunk?”

“Nope.”

“Just utterly insane, then?”

“Yes.”

###

“Nervous?” Brian wiggled his eyebrows at Ben.

“Not really. Just… anxious to see her.” Ben bit his bottom lip and shifted his weight from foot to foot.

The door to the chapel opened and Jamie walked in, holding it open for Annie. As if she was an actual dream, she appeared in the doorway, the light from outside casting a soft halo around her. A flower-crown weaved in her long hair, she looked like a porcelain doll in her Ivory dress. Ben’s breath caught in his chest at the sight of her.

Jamie offered his arm, and Annie held onto it, allowing him to lead her to the altar where Ben was standing with the registrar. She felt wobbly on her feet, and she wasn’t sure if the situation made her so unsteady or whether it was Roger and Brian’s presence there.

“Wait, wait!” Brian said and turned around to grab his Red Special. “Carry on now.”

To the sound of Brian’s guitar playing the Wedding March, Annie walked down the aisle towards her future husband. They both smiled so bright, it was almost blinding. As soon as she reached Ben, she grabbed his hand and held onto it for dear life. The registrar spoke, but neither Annie nor Ben listened. They just looked at each other in pure adoration.

“Hey, space cadets!” Roger snapped them out of their stupur. “Vows?”

“Oh, yeah.” Ben chuckled sheepishly and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “Annie. You ran into my life screaming Silly Gwilly and turned my whole world upside down. At a wedding, oddly enough. Never in my wildest dreams did I even think I’d be standing here right now, at this very moment. All it took was one kiss and I knew that you will be mine, no matter what. God knows you didn’t go down without a fight, kicking and screaming.”

Annie chuckled.

“It’s what I love about you most. You’re red-blooded. Fierce. You go after what you want, no matter the consequences. And yet, you listen. You learn. You help me learn, as well.”

Ben smiled as he looked down at the paper and folded it back.

“Today, I vow to love you and protect you, fiercely and forever, with every fiber of my being. Even when you’re irritating me beyond belief. No matter how far away I am, I will always love you and come home to you.”

“Well, then.” Annie let out a shaky chuckle as Ben stuffed the paper back in his slacks pocket.

Her hands shook as she reached for her piece of paper.

“I’m going to start this off by saying this: Ben Jones, you are the most infuriating man I have ever met. I love you for it. You let me be myself, but you put me in my place when I get out of hand. You’re my voice of reason and sensibility. My shelter.”

Ben bit his bottom lip and smiled like a fool.

“You took every notion I had of relationships and companionship and tossed it out the bloody window, reframing my entire mind. Because of you, I let myself leave my comfort zone and I ended up doing things I never thought I’d do. Childbirth was a big one of them. You gave me Rory and Franks, and you showed me what love is supposed to do.”

Annie gulped and took a deep breath.

“You’ve stayed with me through thick and thin, even when I did my best to push you away. You are my soldier. My angel. My worst nightmare, at times. I will kill and die for you. I’ll be there for you through rain and sunshine and the end of the bloody world, for that matter. I love you, fiercely and forever.”

Ben and Annie exchanged rings and went through the motions of the ceremony, signing the wedding register obediently.

Thus, they were pronounced husband and wife.

###

Ben entered the dimly-lit bedroom quietly, smiling at Annie. She the covers pulled up to her chin, a playful glint in her eyes. Rory was sound asleep, and they were married.

“What’re you hiding over there?” Ben asked as he approached the bed. “You’re up to something. You’ve got the look.”

“See for yourself.” Annie shrugged.

Ben lifted the covers and took a long look at Annie’s naked body, her skin pale against the dark sheets. His eyes scanned her slowly, from her toes all the way up to the top of her head.

“Come and perform your husbandly duty?” Annie teased him. “Let’s consummate this bitch.”

They both cracked up laughing as Ben took off his boxers and rolled into bed next to Annie.

“Is it strange that it feels like the very first time again?” Annie whispered.

“Not at all,” Ben cleared his throat, and leaned in, his lips just brushing Annie’s. “I’m even more nervous now, actually.”

“Yeah?” Annie smiled and felt her body melt into Ben’s touch as he nodded and run his fingers through her hair. “Maybe it’s -”

Ben cut Annie off with a lingering kiss to her lips. Pulling apart, a blush rose on their cheeks as their heartbeats picked up. They’ve done this over a million times now, but never as husband and wife.

Annie caressed Ben’s jaw, looking up at him in awe. He smiled and kissed her lips again, pressing soft, lingering kisses to her lips. They weren’t usually this tender with each other, but this time was different. They couldn’t explain how so, they just felt that it was. They had forever, now. No need to rush.

Ben rolled himself on top of Annie, leaning his weight on his forearms. Their kiss deepend, changing from soft and sweet to feverish and needy. As Annie spread her legs wider, Ben slipped inside of her, pressing his forehead to the pillow, right next to Annie’s head. A whole flock of butterflies unleashed themselves as he moaned in her ear, bottoming out.

They stayed still, physically connected. Annie ran her hands up and down Ben’s back, her hips rolling slightly. Giving Ben a physical hint - she needs movement. Friction. Ben pulled himself almost all the way out and slammed himself back in. Annie’s soft moans were music to his ears.

###

“Good morning, Mrs. Jones.” Ben’s raspy voice woke her up the next morning.

“Time’s it?” Annie mumbled into the pillow.

“The sun is just coming up. Was about to go have a piss but then I saw you.” Ben snuggled closer to her. “Bodily functions can wait.”

“Mmm.” Annie moaned softly, still sleepy.

“Fiercely and forever.” Ben whispered as she drifted back off.

“Fiercely and forever.”

###

“Mum. Dada.”

Ben and Annie froze in their tracks as they went about making breakfast and getting Rory ready for the day.

“Did she just -” Ben pointed at his daughter.

“Dada. Mum!”

Annie looked at Ben, frowning.

“Mum mum! Dada!” Rory cooed and chattered, clapping to herself.

“Yes, baby?” Ben spoke. Rory turned her head and flashed him a somewhat toothy smile.

“Dada!”

“Oh my God!” Annie gasped. “Did she just say her first words?”

“I think she did!”

“Oh, my clever Aurora!” Annie picked her up from her highchair and cuddled her. “Such a smart girl!”

###

“You still want your little ‘party’?” Annie asked Ben about two weeks later. “For the family and friends.” She clarified when Ben looked at her as if she spoke in tongues.

“Yeah. Yes.” Ben nodded.

“If we do that…” Annie started.

“We’ll do it right. Plan ahead, at least six months. Make it perfect.” Ben smiled. “Are you sure?”

“You deserve it.” Annie shrugged.

“You will be the death of me, Annabelle Lee-Jones.” Ben sighed and walked over to Annie, squeezing her in a hug.

Annie’s stomach flipped and turned, making her sick. Third day in a row.

“Again?” Ben called after her as she bolted for the loo. “Maybe you should see a doctor?”

###

“Come again?” Annie looked at Dr. McCarthy, her mouth open in shock. She thought she misheard. She was sure there has to be some mistake. “I’m what, now?”

“Pregnant. With child.” Dr. McCarthy kept her face and voice even. “You have a bun in the oven, love.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Facts are facts, dear.” Dr. McCarthy pursed her lips. “The IUD is effective, but not 100%. 99.2%, actually. Seems like you’re the goddess of fertility and your partner has some almighty sperm because nothing can stop you two from making babies, it seems.”

“Are you serious?” Annie’s hands started shaking. “This can actually happen?”

“Rarely, but yes.”

“Huh.” Annie huffed with a frown. “That explains a lot, actually.”

“Yeah.”

“So, do we just keep it in there? Let the spawn play with it while it grows?” Annie grimaced.

“Well, no.” Dr. McCarthy said, slipping on her latex gloves. “The thing’s coming out. Now.”

“Oh boy.”

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Drinks and Chances

To: Leigh @thatoddpanda

From: Kate @fireawaynjh

Warning: Alcohol. Mild Swearing

Summary: She would do anything for her best friend Laura, literally anything, and that included planning her engagement party at a theme park and the dinner that followed. Sounds harmless enough but when there is a fear of rollercoasters and a reciprocated hatred for a friend of the bride, problems tend to arise. Naturally when the two enemies are stranded alone in a theme park the only solution left to turn to is alcohol. Can they last an afternoon together and make it to the dinner? Or will they rip each other’s heads off with in the first hour?

Hour: 1

Drinks: 0

“Why is he here? I don’t remember him being on the invite list,” she snapped, her arms folding over her chest as none other than Niall Horan walked up to the park entrance. He downed the last of his coffee as he approached them.

“Because this is my engagement party and he’s my friend,” Laura replied. She sighed and turned away from him so she wouldn’t have to say hello.

“He better leave me alone.”

“I promise he will, I told him he had to be on his best behavior,” Laura insisted.

He had struck up conversation with some of their other friends, doing everything he could to avoid talking to her. He knew she would be here, Laura had warned him and told him it was okay if he didn’t want to join them. But Niall could tell that she wanted him to be there, and as much as he hate being around her, he couldn’t do that to Laura.

Hour: 5

Drinks: 0, except for some lemonade

She begged Laura to stay back. “Please.. I don’t want to be sitting alone with him, don’t you love me?” Her lip jutted out and trembled a little.

“Oh put the lip away,” Laura laughed shoving her friends shoulder. “I promise it won’t be long, just sit away from each other and go on your phone.” She rolled her eyes as Laura followed the rest of the group to the ride entrance.

“Looks like it’s just you and me,” Niall said evenly. She nodded.

“Didn’t know you were scared of roller coasters,” she mumbled.

“Not scared,” he retorted defensively. “Just get motion sick on em.” She rolled her eyes.

“Whatever Popstar.” Niall hated it when she called him that. He’d made a stupid joke once when he was young and she never let him forget it. It was one of a dozen things that she constantly did that irked him to the point of hatred.

The pair sat silently, each on a separate end of the bench, waiting as the minutes creeped by. She compulsively checked her phone waiting for the time to pass and for their friends to return. Laura was lucky she loved her so much, she hated being around Niall any more than she had to. Waiting for them to finish the ride seemed like something out of a nightmare. She checked her phone for the 10th time, seeing a text from Laura.

Rides stuck gonna be here a while, go see the petting zoo or something, we’ll meet up later xx

She groaned as she locked her phone.

“What is it?” Niall asked, looking up from his twitter feed. Someone had spotted them at the park and he was regretting not having his security team tag along, but he didn’t want to ruin Laura’s day.

“The ride broke down. They said they’ll be stuck up there for a while.” She shook her head and dropped it into her hands. “Fucking figures. I’m mean what are the chances that the ride would break down right now?”

“Higher than you think actually.” Niall replied, answering her rhetorical question.

She shook her head with a furrowed brow. “Fuck off?” Niall shrugged and kicked a rock at his feet.

“Right well let’s go do something then.” She scoffed and looked over at him.

“Go do something? Like what? We aren’t friends I’m calling an Uber and going to the restaurant until they’re done here,” she snapped, unlocking her phone quickly.

“Look can we just be cordial for an hour while we wait for them? Laura will be heartbroken if y’leave now. I’ll even buy you a drink, I’m far more tolerable after alcohol.” His cheeks stretched into a charming grin, one she wouldn’t fall for.

“Doubtful” she mumbled to herself.

“I’m sorry what was that?” he asked patronizingly, knowing full well what she said.

“Fine. Lets go.” she stood up with a huff and he stretched with a smug grin. She rolled her eyes and stalked off to the nearest beer tent.

Hour: 5.5

Drinks: still 0, but Niall just got started

“You don’t have anything besides beer?” The bartender shook his head. “Not even wine?” she pressed. Again he shook his head.

“Wine tent is on the other side love,” Niall chimed in, sipping on his IPA as she insisted on a cocktail. “Just get her a lagunitas.” Again she huffed and sat down on the stool next to him.

“What’s your issue with beer anyway?” he asked her as he downed another sip.

“Other than the fact that it tastes like shit?” she retorted as if it should be obvious. The bartender handed her the pint and she took a sip. It was sweet but also tasted the way rising bread smells. “God this is awful.”

“Will you shut up and drink it for Christ sake?” Niall was already halfway through his. She glared at him as she took another long sip. She realized if she drank it fast and didn’t breathe the taste wasn’t so bad. After half the glass she started to feel a small buzz, relaxing a little in her chair. Niall could tell she was starting to unwind. He’d never admit it but she actually was fun to be around after a few drinks. As she finished her beer she looked at her phone.

babes i am SO sorry they’re saying its gonna be another 30 minutes just for the technician to get here to let us off

“Laura said they’re gonna be another hour before they are even able to come find us.”

“Any chance of it being sooner?” She shook her head no. Niall nodded and signaled the bartender for another round.

Hour: 7

Drinks: two each

“Laura we have dinner reservations you don’t have time for another ride!” She sat with her forearms on the counter and her shoulders slumped forward as she pressed the phone to her ear.

“But they gave us each three free ride tickets! If we dont use them now we’ll never get the chance to,” Laura whined. “You and Niall can go ahead and get our table that way we can just meet you there!”

“You’re not going to have time to change,” she countered.

“Yes I will it’ll take two seconds. You and Niall head back to my place get changed and we will see you at dinner I love you byeeeeee.” The call ended before she could protest any further.

“What was that all about?” Niall asked. The beer didn’t seem to have any affect on him like it did for her.

She sighed and set her phone face down. “They all got free ride tickets for the inconvenience so they’re going to use them. Laura want us to go back and get changed and hold our dinner reservations.” Niall nodded.

“I’ll get the Uber,” he said tossing down a twenty for the drinks and ten for the tip. She nodded and delicately stood up, testing how sober or not she really was. Niall chuckled to himself and steadied her as she got off the chair. “You good?” she nodded and he released her arm. “And to think you wanted the hard stuff.”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh shut up Niall.” She dug in her bag for a stick of gum as they walked out of the tent and towards the front of the park.

“Awe look at this!” Niall said as they passed a game stand where a prize was a giant stuffed dinosaur, the same size as a toddler.

“You know those games are rigged,” she sighed. The alcohol wore off the more she moved and she was starting to resent him again.

“You’re no fun,” he muttered as he handed the game attendant a dollar and took three balls. He missed all three attempts to hit the target. She was about to quip at him when he pulled out another dollar.

“Oh my god you’re going to waste your entire fortune on this stupid dinosaur. You can buy them on Amazon.”

“I’m concentrating,” he snapped, as he missed his third shot again.

“You have zero chance of winning this thing I hope you realize that.”

Five dollars later and he still had yet to hit the target. He was down to one ball, zoning in on it like a pitcher winding up for the winning strikeout of the World Series. He was taking too damn long and she was steadily growing more impatient.

“For fucks sake,” she sighed, taking the ball from him and throwing it absentmindedly. Both of them were stunned when the lights and bells went off, indicating her perfect hit. The game attendant took down one of the huge dinosaurs and handed it to Niall.

“Did you just...” Niall asked as he took the stuffed toy and began to slowly walk with her.

“Yes, I did now let’s get you and your stupid dinosaur to the Uber.” She was back to her grumpy self and Niall was disappointed. He was starting to like hanging out with her.

Hour: 9

Drinks: 2 each.. for now

She walked up to the hostess desk. “Reservation for 10 under Whitmore at 7:15.”

“Ah yes, is your entire party here yet?” the hostess replied.

“We’re the first.”

“Okay please have seat or grab a drink at the bar. I will mark that you have checked in and once a majority of your party is here we’ll seat you.”

The two sat at the bar after thanking the hostess.

“Oh thank god real alcohol,” she sighed as she smoothed the skirt of her dress. She’d changed rather quickly and wasn’t too sure how she looked. Niall thought she looked amazing.

The bartender set down two napkins in front of them. “What are we having tonight?”

“Gin martini, dry” she said easily.

“Guinness,” Niall added, seeing his favorite on tap.

“Of all the choices you still pick beer?” she asked shaking her head.

“I’m an Irishman love, what’d’ya expect?” The bartender set down their drinks and Niall offered up his card to start the tab.

Hour; 10

Drinks: 9. 4 for her, 5 for him

“God where are they? I’m so hungry,” she pouted, looking to the door for the fifteenth time in the last 10 minutes. she munched on a few more bar nuts.

“Dunno. Probably in traffic,” Niall shrugged. He signaled the bartender as he finished the last of his beer, his third since sitting down, ordering another for himself and another martini for her. He normally never drank on an empty stomach, but being around her when she looked this beautiful was painful and he needed something to dull that pain.

She gratefully accepted the drink and took a long sip. Her eyes had glossed over after the last one and Niall could tell she was nearing intoxication. A smile stretched across her lips as she set the glass down. Niall couldn’t take it anymore.

“Why do you hate me so much?” he blurted. She was stunned by the abruptness and intensity of his question.

“You’re kidding right?” she tried to hold back a laugh but in her drunken state that proved difficult.

“No ‘m serious, I don’t know why you hate me.” Her laughter had stung but he brushed it off. She’d said far worse things to him before.

“Niall we were on a date and you spent ninety percent of the time talking to your famous buddies and bragging about all the places you went on tour. You didn’t try to get to know me at all! And then you didn’t call for a week-”

“I was busy,” he interjected.

“That’s not the point,” she replied. “You didn’t call and when you did it was to invite me to some club appearance you had to do. And so when I said no, you asked my best friend, whose heart you proceeded to break and then write a chart topping album about.”

Niall’s heart sank. He really had been a dick to her. He flashed back to that “blind” date he had asked Laura to set them up on. He’d taken her to Nobu, wanting to impress her with how successful he had been in One Direction. He was 21 and still acting like he was 16. He’d been so nervous to go out with her. He’d seen her at parties at Laura’s and he’d been immediately taken with her. He just wanted one chance with her and he knew he screwed up the minute he dropped her off and she forced a smile as she stepped out of the car. He nervously asked her out again to the club appearance because it was the only time he had in his schedule to do anything with her. Rightfully so she’d been offended, again, and said no. Laura said her friend Amy was available so he took her instead.

Amy had been great, he remembered. But she wasn’t her and that’s where their relationship fell apart. Nothing Amy ever did made him feel the way just looking atherdid. But of course she hated him and so as to not make things awkward he pretended to hate her too. After enough pretending though, he’d convinced himself he actually did hate her. Yet after a few drinks, he was right back to pining over her.

He looked over at her as she took another sip of her martini. “You��re right, I deserve it.”

She was taken aback at his response. “Can I ask why you hate me?” Her question came out more timid and vulnerable than she had intended.

Niall nodded. “I don’t actually hate you. You were just so mad at me every time we saw each other that I pretended to hate you too, didn’t want it to be weird y’know?” She nodded in response. “Do-” He trailed off. “Nevermind.”

“No what is it?” she pressed.

“It’s stupid forget it.”

“Niall, tell me.” Over the years she’d begun to forgive him for what he did. Everyone makes stupid mistake when they’re young and she’d only been 19 when they first met. She’d grown up and so had he. But she would never tell a soul. She was too proud to make the first step in forgiveness.

“I was just wondering if.. maybe I could have another chance? At you and me, I mean. I know I was a shit on our first date and that I hurt Amy… but I really like you, I always have and I’ve not had the balls to tell you.”

She swallowed nervously. Amy had gotten over Niall, and had always teased her about getting together with him cause they fight like a married couple. She finished the last of her martini and nodded.

“Okay… we can try again.”

Hour: 11

Drinks: 10 unless you count the shots

Their friends arrived shortly before the time reservation was set for and the groom insisted on a round of shots for everyone. Everyone took one and gave a round of hugs while Laura raved about how fun the rides had been.

“Oh I wish you two had come, Niall you would have loved it, the motion wasn’t even that bad.”

“Wasn’t gonna risk it love,” he chuckled as he stood. He looked over his shoulder and saw her trying to stand too, he quickly made his way over and steadied her with a hand on her lower back. She swallowed thickly at his touch, when she let go of her grudge she saw how kind he actually was. She would have let herself stumble around all night, but here he was helping her maintain a sense of soberness.

“We’re going to check on the table,” he told Laura. He guided her carefully through the waiting area, his hands never leaving her. She could feel the warmth of his palm through the fabric of her dress.

“Table for two?” the hostess asked. She blushed a little.

“No, party for Whitmore, we’re all here now.” Niall could tell she was concentrating on not slurring her words and he couldn’t contain a small chuckle.

“We’ll finish setting it right now.” She walked away with menus to go set up. Niall laughed a little more openly.

“Don’t laugh at me,” she pouted. “S’not my fault I’m a lightweight and you keep buying me drinks.” Niall couldn’t help but laugh more. The hostess returned and called for their party, leading them back to a private room where an elegant table stretched across the length of it. She and Niall sat towards the end and Niall immediately poured her some water.

“Drink this love or you’ll hate me again in the morning.”

“No I won’t I said I’d give you another chance,” she pouted.

“I was joking love.” He smiled at her as she giggled as she took the water glass carefully. She was bloody adorable when she was drunk and he knew he was getting himself into trouble by thinking that. Just because he had another chance to be her friend didn’t mean he’d get to date her. She took a few sips and then opened her menu. The busser brought some bread to the table and her eyes went wide. Niall chuckled and cut them botha piece, giving her half of his, hoping to soak up some of the gin she’d been consuming. She smiled at him gratefully and ate it quickly.

“Ugh nothing looks good,” she sighed as she scanned the menu. “It’s all fancy stuff.”

“We could skip out early and go get tacos?” he offered. She nodded wide eyed. Niall chuckled and put a hand on her leg. “Just get a salad then, we’ll make work excuses.”

Hour: 12

Drinks: she’ll tell you she’s only had two martinis but really it’s three

She apologized to Laura profusely, saying she had an early meeting and she needed to get home to sleep. Niall got up a few minutes later saying the same thing. She stood outside shivering while she waited for him.

“Do you not have a jacket?” he asked her. She shook her head and he mumbled under his breath as he slipped his off and draped it over her shoulders. She smiled up at him and stumbled slightly as the uber pulled up.

“Pretending to be sober is terrible,” she sighed as she slid into the car. “I don’t like it.”

“Well you can be as drunk as you want now love,” he smiled and helped her put on the seatbelt. She pulled out her phone and scrolled through her twitter while they drove the short distance to Niall’s favorite taqueria. She squealed in excitement as the car stopped and waited patiently for Niall to help her out. They walked into the bustling restaurant and were welcomed by the sound of the live band. They sat at a small corner table, watching couples get up to dance.

“Margarita?” the waitress asked them.

“Sure I’ll take one!” Niall grinned. She turned to her.

“Do you have gin?” she asked.

“No, no gin, only tequila.”

She bit her lip. The last time she couldn’t remember the last time she had tequila, and not because of how long ago it was.

“She’ll have one too, no salt.” Niall answered. “And can we get a chicken and beef taco plate?” The waitress nodded and headed back to the small kitchen.

“Niall I can’t drink tequila. I black out everytime!”

“I’ve got you love dont worry,” he smiled. “I’ll make sure you only drink one.” she nodded and the waitress brought them each one.

“Two margaritas, no salt.” she said as she set down the glasses and walked away. Niall tapped his glass to hers.

“Cheers love.” They both took a sip and her eyes went wide.

“Fuck me that’s good.” It was sweet but not sugary..it was fresh. She knew she wouldn’t be stopping at one.

“Aren’t they? Lime juice, agave, and tequila. That’s how they do it.” Niall sipped his too. The tacos came soon after and she nearly devoured hers.

“Y’happy love?” he asked. She nodded with a full mouth. He chuckled and she ordered the another round of drinks.

Hour: 12

Drinks: too many for both of them

“Come dance with me!” she cheered. Niall shook his head with a laugh as she pulled him up. She’d been asked to dance by the owner and Niall had watched her having the absolute time of her life out of the floor. He’d never really seen, or heard of for that matter, her cut loose like this. He could tell it made her happy.

He followed her out to the floor and spun her around before taking her hand in his and her waist in his other. He didn’t know much about latin dancing but he could fake his way through it well enough. He continued to spin her and dip her, making her cry with laughter, it was the most beautiful sound. As the song ended her spun her back into his chest, wasting no time in pressing his lips to hers.

He half expected her to slap him, at the very least he she’d push him away, but never did he expect her to kiss him back. Her hands snaked up into his hair and she pressed herself against him. It was he who broke the kiss, smiling as he cupped her cheek and looked down at her. Had someone told her that morning she’d be here kissing him she’d have laughed. But his confession at the restaurant and the alcohol made her realize that her grudge was based only on the fact that she refused to let it go. Niall wasn’t a bad guy, she could see that now.

“Let’s get out of here,” he smiled. She nodded and they scurried back to the table. She called for the Uber and he quickly paid their tab. She wouldn’t keep her hands off him but he didn’t mind. He’d been thinking about this moment for years. The car pulled up out front her flat shortly after. He pecked her lips a few times before helping her out of the car. She fumbled with her keys as the reached the door, Niall’s lips on her neck making the task even more difficult. She finally pushed the door open and tossed down her things so he could lift her up and kiss her against the wall.

“My- my room is on the left,” she gasped between kisses. Niall nodded and carried her in, lying her down on the bed.

“Condoms?” he asked as he kissed over the soft skin of her collar bones.

“Bathroom cabinet.” He nodded and kissed her lips again before heading to the bathroom to grab one. He scanned the counter before pulling open the medicine cabinet. He pushed past hairspray and face masks and empty boxes of tampons before finding the box of condoms. He grabbed two and came back to the bed room only to find her softly snoring, passed out asleep. Niall tossed aside the condoms with a soft chuckle and slid off her shoes. He tucked her into bed before lying on the side opposite her.

Drinks: one glass of water for Niall.

Hour: 9 blissful sleep filled ones

Niall woke before her and immediately raided her medicine cabinet again, in desperate need of some Advil. He found a bottle and swallowed a few tablets dry. He snuck to her kitchen and grabbed two bottles of water before returning to bed. She woke twenty minutes after him and she instantly groaned.

“Fuck tequila,” she mumbled. Niall handed her the water and advil with a soft chuckle. “Thanks.” She took it gratefully, realising after she swallowed just who was in her bed.

“Did we…?” she asked tentatively.

“No, you passed out before we could,” Niall smirked. She nodded softly. She vaguely remembered the kisses they shared last night, and she remembered how much fun she had. It was strange to think Niall was the source of that. He broke her concentration with a easy clearing of his throat.

“Why don’t we go get some breakfast and talk?” She smiled at the ease in his voice and the clear understanding that this wasn’t going to be simple for her. She nodded and stood up to get dressed.

“That would be great.”

#1dff #exchanges

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justtryingtolive-apurplelife · 5 years

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Barry Allen x child reader

A/N This is set in season 2 and Barry and iris are not together yet and I am using marvel characters because I want to if you don't like it deal with it also Barry's has his own place and DOES NOT LIVE WITH JEO

P.s you are 5 so you go to school

Barry POV

I was with my daughter/son y/n and we where have a F/S marathon when I got called into to go to star labs so I had to cut our date short "sorry Y/N I have to go to work but Peter is coming" I said in a sad tone "okay but are we going to continue when you come back" " of course now Peter should be here any-" but I was cut of by the doorbell "that must be Peter now Y/N be good okay I love you and I will see you later" "okay bye bye" I kissed Y/N on the cheek and opened the door "good Peter your here um so y/n has to finish their homework and after that feed her dinner and make sure y/n takes their medicine please and thank you" I said frantically "no problem" said Peter

Peter Parker POV

I was babysitting my niece for my cousin Barry (I don't know) "hey y/n your dad told me that you have homework to do" " ya I do I just to solve some problems and color" " okay then les get started" after we did y/n homework we had dinner then I gave her/him their medicine gave y/n a bath and put her to bed "hey Peter when do you think daddy will be home" said y/n in a sad voice "well I don't know but he will be home soon and when you wake up your daddy will be right next to you" "you promise" "I promise now go to bed" "good night Peter" " good night y/n" after I put y/n to bed I texted Barry telling him that y/n was asleep he replied with a thx and told me to that I could go home and with that I left

Zoom POV

I found out that my enemy the flash had a child so I planed on take them and using them as leverage to get the flash's speed as I zoomed (pun intended) into Barry's place I found little y/n unprotected how foolish of him to leave his child here unprotected so with that i took the little creature and got down to business

A/n so what do you think there's going to be a part 2 and I am taking requests also I may not post as much as I want to because of my stupid math teacher who always gives us to much homework but that's all today see y'all later byeeeeee

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becomingkatie · 5 years

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I’m drowning in work coming back from vacation, and have to fly for work tomorrow which just means I am sTrEsSeD, so of course I’m gonna write about my Aspen vacation because avoiding my problems always makes them go away! (ha)

tl;dr: Snowboarding was fantastic but also hard. Sometimes it was not fun in the moment, but the trip overall was so so so much fun and I’m glad I went. I got myself into a sticky situation by accidentally ending up on a black diamond but I didn’t do anything stupid and I got myself out of that situation. Also voodoo donuts and pinche tacos and sweet action ice cream.

Ken and two of his friends from college (the Zs) go skiing/snowboarding every year around presidents’ day, and this year I actually snowboard enough to go along! Wheeeee I’m included in the fun! They live in Denver, so we flew into Denver Saturday, got tacos and margs and generally had a good time, then drove to Aspen Sunday.

We snowboarded Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. I am slooooow and also not in fantastic shape and also not used to long continuous runs (since the slopes out here are maybe 5 minutes top to bottom) so I would ride, sit, ride, sit, ride, sit, all the way down. Ken and the Zs rode the first run with me (a green), then I felt confident the blues would be no biggie so we rode a blue together.

We rode together for a while, which was actually not at all what I wanted because it meant I felt guilty for holding them up by being slow, but I was also pushing myself past my limits since I was trying to keep up, so I found myself crying and in pain and frustrated. When I finally articulated my feelings (hey hey communication is your friend) we all split up and set a meet-up time, and I pretty much took a break until lunch because I was tired and my legs were killing me. After lunch I did my own thing and had SO MUCH FUN and from then on I was basically like “nope you guys go off and do your thing, I’m gonna do my thing at my own pace byeeeeee” and it worked out so well!

Day two my legs were beeeeeeat and we went to a different place (Aspen Mountain - we were at Snowmass the first day) and I did Not like it. Aspen Mountain was waaaaaay smaller than Snowmass, and the runs would go from nice and steep and fun to flat flat flat, so I’d have to take my board off and walk. I ended up wasting a lot of time on a really long, really flat run that I thought was going to be fun but ended up just taking forever, so it all-around kinda sucked. It was also snowing and the visibility was poor, so the flat runs combined with the tired/sore leggies combined with the poor visibility meant I just did not have a good time.

BUT day three was so good! I think my legs felt better on day 3 than on day 2 (probably because on day 2 I got stuck on flat areas and didn’t end up snowboarding as much as I hoped) and we went back to Snowmass which meant I got to ride my favorite runs from day 1 again plus some new stuff.

BUT BUT BUT I did take a wrong turn and end up on a black in the afternoon and I was NOT having fun at that point. I started on a blue, followed a sign for another blue, then the signs stopped cropping up so I just followed the lift line down, but it got steep and narrow and tight and was SO bumpy. I couldn’t make my turns without feeling like I was going to go flying into the trees, so I basically slid down it on my butt until I ended up at a fork where left was a marked double black and right was a black. I crawled across a ridge and continued down the black until it opened back up and rejoined the blue. When I finally knew I was okay I sat down and took a little break and right then Ken came over me on the lift and called down to cheer me on. I yelled back “I fucked up! I took a black!” and he freaked out, but by then I was fine and just a little freaked out by having gotten myself into that situation. All’s well that ends well - I got myself down and wasn’t too proud to slide down it on my butt when I knew it was beyond my skill level and dangerous to try and ride it.

I did try that blue one again and STILL got a little turned around - it is sooo poorly marked compared to everything else and it’s SO easy to accidentally end up on a much more difficult run. Even after I made the mistake the first time I almost ended up there again.

Thursday it was nice to sleep in and take our time before driving back to Denver, but the whole way back I just kept looking at the mountains and wishing I was snowboarding. There were crummy moments where I was tired and sore and not having fun in the moment, but every day when we finished snowboarding I just felt proud and strong and happy. Everyone else was a bit more beat up than I was by the end - since they’re in better shape they pushed it harder, whereas I took it slower and couldn’t do as much - so while I was wishing we had more time on the mountain they were pretty glad to be heading home.

Friday the Zs both worked so Ken and I went to brunch, checked out a museum (those of you in Denver, go to the Natura Obscura exhibit at the Museum of Outdoor Arts, it’s awesome), then walked to a coffeeshop, two used bookstores, and two bars. It snowed and I was tipsy because I barely drink these days and it was just perfect - after sharing a hotel room with two other people for four nights it was so so nice to have a day just to ourselves.

Saturday meant VOODOO DONUTS YASS and then a flight back home. Voodoo donuts, pinche tacos, and sweet action ice cream are the three places we hit up EVERY time we visit the Zs, so it was nice to round out our trip with delicious delicious sugar.

I also started Hank Green’s book on the flight out there and finished it midway through the trip, and now I’m ~not quite halfway through Lilac Girls. Both phenomenal books. Hank’s book is probably a better vacation read though, as it doesn’t include graphic descriptions of the Nazis’ medical experimentation in WWII and is just generally happier.

Hooooo boy this got long. And now I have GOT to go do some work. If you read all this, we should probably be best friends because I’m not even sure I’m interested enough in my own life to read all this. Anyway, happy Monday!

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inmyblindspot · 6 years

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Eden insisting they take Oggie with them when they go to visit Sarah and Sawyer for Christmas because she wants him to meet his cousin Felix (because after Mayfair died and Felix needed a home, Kurt suggested Sawyer adopt him because they were both on this scary new beginning of their life).

A/N: Thank you @kate-dammit-run for this sweet, sweetprompt! Eden and Oggie are my favorites. And this is clearly the answer to “where is Felix?”!!!

change of plans

Kurt had just pulled out of the NYO parking lot when thedash lit up with a call coming in from Jane.

“Hi honey,” he answered, checking over his shoulder as heswitched lanes.

“Hi daddy!” Eden’s voice piped through the speakers and hesmiled hearing his daughter’s voice. “Is it vacation time now?”

He laughed, picturing her sitting on the kitchen counter asJane held the phone for her, excitedly kicking her feet against the cabinets.

“It sure is! Are you all ready for our big trip tomorrow?”he asked. They were all flying out to Portland the next day to spend Christmasand New Years with Sarah and Sawyer.

“Uh huh,” she said seriously. “But I need your help packingmy suitcase. I need to fit all my piles in.”

He chuckled and nodded, even though she couldn’t see him.

“No problem, baby,” he said as he came to a stop at a redlight. “We’ll pack it together, OK? I’ll be home soon.”

“OK daddy! I love you, byeeeeee!”

The phone clicked off before he had a chance to respond andhe laughed at his little girl’s excitement.

This was the first big trip they were taking as a family andEden had been practically bursting at the seams about it, making piles of herclothes and toys, planning activities for their time in Portland, and FaceTiming with Sarah and Sawyer every other day.

Kurt was pretty excited about it, too. It had been a busyand hectic few months, both at work, and at home, with the surprise that theywould be welcoming their third baby in the new year. When Sarah had suggestedthat they come out west for Christmas, he and Jane had jumped at the chance,especially when she had offered to watch the kids for a couple of days so theycould take a little side trip, just the two of them.

As he opened the door to the apartment, he laughed at thesight of Charlie, sitting in his high chair, stuffing his face with avocadoslices.

“Dada!” Charlie exclaimed, with a mouth full of avocado.Kurt quickly hung up his coat and bag and walked over to his son, pressing akiss to the top of his head and accepting the fist full of avocado his sonoffered him.

“Yummy!” he exclaimed, letting Charlie mash the avocadoagainst the side of his mouth. “Thank you!”

Charlie giggled and then went back to smearing the avocadoacross the tray of his highchair, some of it making its way into his mouth.

Jane laughed as Kurt walked over towards her, licking hislips, and she reached up to wipe the remnants of avocado mush off his face.

“You’re as bad as Charlie,” she murmured as he leaned intokiss her and she laughed as he smeared the avocado from his face to hers.

“You have two messy boys,” he said with a laugh and shenodded, wiping at her own face and then his, tossing him a dish towel. “Happyvacation,” he added. “Two weeks of freedom ahead,” he said with a sigh as heleaned back against the counter.

She laughed and nodded, returning her attention to the stovewhere she was finishing dinner.

“You’re very zen for someone who’s flying across the countrywith two children under the age of four and a nervous, hormonal, pregnant ladytomorrow,” she said, glancing over her shoulder with an eyebrow raised.

“It’ll be fine,” he reassured her as he wrapped his armsaround her waist, his hands resting on the small curve of her belly. “It’ll beperfect,” he whispered in her ear, pressing a kiss to her jaw. She nodded andleaned back into him, smiling as he pressed another kiss to her cheek. “Where’sEden?” he asked, glancing around and Jane nodded towards the hallway.

“Playing in her room with Oggie. Why don’t you go see whatkind of trouble they’re getting into,” she suggested and he nodded, giving hershoulder a squeeze as he headed towards Eden’s bedroom.

As he reached the doorway, he saw her sitting in front ofthe suitcase at the foot of her bed, her arms folded in front of her chest asshe bit her lip, Oggie sitting beside her.

“Why so serious?” Kurt asked as he stepped into her room andEden jumped up, running towards Kurt. He reached down and picked her up, swingingher in the air as she squealed with laughter.

“Daddy!” she shrieked, wrapping her arms around his neck ashe settled her against his side.

“Hi baby,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Heglanced over at the suitcase on the floor as he walked towards it, Oggie havingmoved over to his doggie bed in the corner. “I thought we were going to pack ittogether?”

“This one’s Oggie’s,” Eden explained, wiggling in Kurt’sarms until he set her down. “I’m packing his toys.”

Kurt chuckled and sat down on the foot of the bed, watchingas Eden marched over to Oggie’s toy basket, collecting an arm full of toys andcarrying them back over to the suitcase.

“Oggie doesn’t need a suitcase, honey. Remember, Aunt Pattyand Aunt Tash are coming to stay with him here,” he reminded her.

It had been quite the ordeal explaining to Eden that Oggiewouldn’t be coming to Portland with them, complete with many bedtime talksabout it, putting up a special Christmas tree and stocking for Oggie, andwriting three letters to Santa to make sure he knew Oggie would be in New York.

It had only been a week earlier when Eden had finallyaccepted that Oggie would be staying behind, and only after she set up a veryspecific Face Time schedule with Tasha and Patterson.

“It’s OK daddy, Oggie can come with us after all! Sawyersays he can ride on the plane under my seat!” Eden said cheerfully, stuffingthe remainder of Oggie’s toys into the suitcase. Kurt was stunned speechlessfor a moment, before he had a sneaking feeling his nephew had undone all of hisand Jane’s very careful work.

“When did you talk to Sawyer?” he asked Eden as she pusheddown on the toys to try to fit them all in.

“Today! When mommy took Charlie for his nap. We Face Timedwith Oggie and Felix! Oggie needs to meet his cousin Felix, they like eachother,” she explained as she looked up at Kurt. “Daddy, can you close this?It’s full.”

“In a second baby,” he mumbled as he moved himself down tothe floor, sitting down beside her. “Honey, Oggie is going to stay here withAunt Patty and Aunt Tash. Remember allthe letters we wrote to Santa, telling him where Oggie would be? Santa’s goingto bring Oggie’s presents here.”

Eden nodded enthusiastically, standing up and placing herhands on Kurt’s shoulders.

“I know! I told Sawyer! But he said he could email Santa totell him Oggie would be in Portland! And he said Santa emailed him back!” sheexclaimed, bouncing up and down with excitement. “Now Santa thinks Oggie’s goingto be in Portland, so he has to comewith us.”

Kurt was silent as he looked over at Oggie, sittingobliviously in his doggie bed, and then down at the suitcase that Eden hadstuffed full of all of his toys, and then back up at his daughter who clearlynow had her heart set on Oggie joining them on their vacation.

Kurt sighed, smiling as he reached out and tickled Eden’stummy, laughing as she squirmed until she had plopped down on her butt on topof the suitcase.

“OK baby,” he agreed, leaning over and pressing kisses toher face. “Oggie’s coming with us.”

“Yay!” Eden squealed, wrapping her arms around Kurt’s neckas he picked her up and set her down in his lap. “Thank you daddy,” she saidhappily and Kurt leaned down, pressing another kiss to her cheek.

They spent a little while organizing Oggie’s toys, andEden’s clothes and toys, until Jane called them for dinner. Eden skipped aheadof Kurt, running towards Jane as she rounded the corner into the kitchen.

“Mommy guess what!” Eden squealed as Jane reached down andpicked her up.

“What?” Jane said with a smile, settling Eden on her hip.

“Oggie gets to come with us to Portland! He gets to meet hiscousin Felix!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands as she smiled even wider.Charlie, from his highchair, started clapping his hands too, and Oggie, runningin behind them added a few barks.

Jane looked over at Kurt with wide eyes and he smiledsheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he shrugged his shoulders.

“It was Sawyer’s idea,” he said, holding his hands up. “He’sthe one who emailed Santa.”

Jane stared at Kurt in confusion, no idea what he wastalking about, but knowing that if Kurt had already agreed to this, there wasno getting out of it now. Their daughter may only be four but she knew when shewanted something to go to her daddy.

“It was so fast when Sawyer emailed Santa,” Eden saidcheerfully as Jane carried her over towards the table, setting her down on herbooster seat. “He said he would give you Santa’s email address so we can emailhim next year,” she added and Jane looked over at Kurt.

They both chuckled and shrugged their shoulders, Janeleaning down and pressing a kiss to her daughter’s head.

“We’ll do that baby,” she said, gently rubbing her back.“And you know what? You are so lucky to have such a wonderful daddy who isalways going to make sure Santa brings you everything you want.”

She glanced over at Kurt and he smiled, walking over towardsthe table to join them. He slung his arm around Jane’s shoulder, pressing akiss to the side of her head as she leaned into him.

“Maybe daddy should get Santa’s email address now,” Janeadded with a grin and Kurt raised an eyebrow in confusion. “To ask forsomething special for Sawyer. Like a tandem leash so he can take Oggie andFelix on all of their walks while we’rein Portland. I’m sure Sarah won’t mind.”

Kurt laughed and nodded, pressing a sloppy kiss to Jane’scheek before sitting down beside Eden at the table. Eden nodded enthusiasticallyas Kurt reached over and tucked her napkin into her top for her.

“Then Felix and Oggie can play all the time!” she squealedand Jane and Kurt shared a grin as she joined them at the table. “Oggie, aren’tyou excited?” she asked, twisting in her booster seat to look back at Oggie,who had settled himself under one of the counter stools.

Oggie’s ears perked up at his name and he stood up, makinghis way over to Eden’s chair as he lay down underneath it and Eden beamed up ather parents.

“I’m so happy Oggie’s coming,” she said as she picked up herjuice cup with both hands and took a sip.

Kurt and Jane smiled at each other and then back at Eden, asJane leaned over and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Kurt may have beenthe one who couldn’t say no to Eden, but her little girl’s smile melted Jane’sheart every time.

“Us too, baby. Us too.”

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