#theo’s board is years old and i cleaned it out a few times before but i finally was like okay no.

[mattodore]

i hit 3k pins on the oc boards last night without even noticing 🥺

#river dipping #what’s funny is i just deleted like forty pins from theo’s board that didn’t represent him anymore and i STILL have 3k 😭 #theo’s board is years old and i cleaned it out a few times before but i finally was like okay no. #some of these pins just don’t make sense for him at all you need to delete them even if you’re attached to them atp. #i need to do the same with some of matthias and dionte's early pins too but i've been putting it off #anyway <333333333333333!!!!!!!!!! i'm going to read for an hour or two and then it's back in cas to start on theo's mom #i finished his dad last night i just didn't post abt it #theo's parents are gonna look much younger than matthias's but they're probably close in age. theo's are maaaybe a little younger... #ALSO...... i realized when i was making theo's dad that like. theo and matthias aren't close in age like matthias and imani. #like there's a 2-4 year age gap there... so like. for the edit i'm just gonna make them both fifteen anyway and say Oh Well! #like just pretend there's no age difference #me being like 'i don't wanna give exact ages at the current spot in the story' is fine until i wanna do something like this kdfjgnk #theo's in his early twenties and matthias is in his mid-twenties #theo's like..... somewhere between 22-24 and matthias is somewhere from 25-26... no more than 27 that's for sure #theo's still in university is the thing... like i've always been like theo's 24-ish but realized like hang on... he should be younger #he's very studious and his course load is STACKED so if anything he should be out of university by 22... which is where i've hit a snag #i was thinking oh maybe he could've taken a gap year but like. his parents wouldn't have allowed that at all. #and then i was like okay... maybe he went to rehab for a year so he's behind...? #but again........ his parents wouldn't have allowed him to disgrace the family name publically like that by admitting he has problems #so like... i'm just sort of covering my mouth and mumbling whenever i talk about ages lmao #i just don't want theo to be really young and i don't wanna budge on matthias's age either #idk idk i'll think of something. maybe it can relate to the breakdown he's meant to have... #...anyway. out of the oc soup and into this book <3

[quietkite]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐬 | 𝟐

The Wattpad Version ➼ Lovely Little Liars                                                                    Table of Contents  

𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 & 𝗖𝗵𝗼𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗴𝘀

Trigger Warnings:

Offensive Language, Mention of Death, Tension

Draco

"Ok Draco, just hold on tightly and don't let go. I haven't apparated in a while so just hold on.",Pansy said.

The two young adults held tightly onto each other on the Malfoy's humongous front lawn before apparating away.

Pansy toppled downwards onto Draco after after losing her balance from the quick arrival.

"Morgana, I don't think I'd ever get used to apparating.",Pansy chuckled with a laugh in reply from Draco..

As Draco stood up with the help of Pansy, he noticed a head of dark brown hair weave through a small crowd into the freshly painted red train.

"Was that Theo?", Draco asked as his girl best friend looked around the now emptying station with no luck.

"I don't see him, did he go onto the train?"

"He did, maybe we might find him in one of the compartments.",Draco reasoned with a nod from Pansy before they unnoticeably boarded the train.

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The train almost looked the same as ever. The seats were redone with newer, and better cushions, the glass was both fog repellent and spell-proof so no accidental spells could break the windows. It reminded Draco of his first few years in Hogwarts before everything became painful and dangerous.

He remembered while on the train ride back to school after the winter holidays in his first year, Goyle and Crabbe were stupidly trying to cast spells their fathers had taught them. Goyle ended up actually casting a proper bombarda shattering the window panes into pieces. Snape ended up having to clean up the mess and repair the window giving both Goyle and Crabbe detentions for an entire month.

Draco was smiling at the old memory before his world was turned upside down when he remembered how his godfather, and his only favourite Professor was gone for good. Even though Crabbe and Goyle were sluggish idiots sometimes, they still contributed to Draco's favourite memories.

"Draco? Are you still here? I think I just saw Theo go in there.",Pansy nudged Draco pointing at the slightly open door.

"Oh, sorry. I was daydreaming."

Giving Draco a weak smile, she then tugged him into the compartment.

"Theo! Blaise!",Pansy exclaimed ecstatically.

"Hey Pansy",Theo replied as Blaise waved.

"I hardly heard from the both of you two! Do you understand how fucking worried you two got Astoria and me?! I thought something happened to you or you did something to yourselves after Goyle's Funeral!",Pansy said bursting into tears.

"Are you oka—",Started Draco.

"Yes, I'm fine. I'm just on my period.",Pansy said waving Draco off as she sat down across Theo and Blaise. Draco scurried after her, sitting next to the raven-haired woman. She was always one to over-dramatise things.

"Anyway, how were you two's summer?"Draco asked.

"Oh, well it turns out that Father was innocent, and was under the imperius curse the entire time. We've gotten to know each other a bit more until he was attacked and erm...murdered. And then after Goyle's funeral it was a bit difficult. Blaise then stayed with me for the rest of the summer, since his mother was given a life sentence in Azkaban after being proven guilty of murdering her dead husbands amongst other things... But um Blaise...",Theo started as his cedar brown eyes flitted from the two before landing a worried look at Blaise.

"Did something happen Theo?",Pansy asked gently with a sense of protectiveness lining her firm voice.

"He just prefers to not talk anymore.",Theo stated scratching the back of his head awkwardly glancing from Pansy and Draco to Blaise who looked just as tense.

"Is that why you didn't answer my owls?",Pansy asked receiving a quick, and awkward nod from Blaise.

Pansy gave Draco a look before Draco spoke.

"Do you all know what Mcgonagall owled  us for?"

"No, just for some reunion and then some news. The letter was pretty concise.",Theo remarked.

"Well how was your summer Draco and Pansy?",Theo asked.

"My father gotten the dementor's kiss, and Mother and I were put on a probation.",Draco replied uncomfortably as he discreetly latched onto Pansy's hand seeking some kind of comfort. The memories were still fresh in his head. He saw the kiss, and the dementor, and his father's last words were only to remind Draco of how much of a disappointment he was to him and the Malfoys before him.

Pansy squeezed his hand before she spoke about her summer. She understood him and what it meant to lose a family member. Especially one who hated every single thing about you.

"Astoria was actually with me for almost the entire summer. We had...our moments... But aside from the sad parts she and I also met up with some people who surprisingly aren't that bad once you get to know them. In fact we all became friends actually.",Pansy said.

Draco was about to ask who the raven-haired girl had made friends with when the trolley filled with sweets and snacks ranging from chocolate frogs to pumpkin pastries stopped by their train compartment. There was even some of the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes edible products on the rickety trolley. Draco then remembered that the troublemaking Weasley twins went from the legendary pranking duo of them to just the one of them. Draco attended the funeral as a sign of respect, but he stayed in the back, going unnoticed. They may have ridiculed him many times before but he conceded that he was a little bit of a brat in his younger years.

"Anything from the trolley dear?",The trolley witch asked sweetly. His friends had already bought their own snacks to last them the train ride but Draco wasn't very hungry. But he was smart enough to not worry nor anger Pansy.

"May I have two chocolate frogs please?"

The trolley witch gave Draco one of the first genuine smiles that he had seen in a while as she handed him two chocolate frogs in exchange for two galleons.

When the trolley witch with her trolley filled with sweets and other sugary edibles galore, was out of sight Pansy sighed deeply as if she were relieved, before walking out of her seat to lock the door. She sat back down wordlessly putting her head on Draco's shoulder, with a heavy sigh.

"I can't believe that we're coming back here. Reunion or not, I didn't think that we would even be allowed back, being Slytherins and all.",Pansy said after nobody spoke a word.

The compartment was silent again. It was just too awkward.

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About half an hour later Draco was woken up too Pansy shaking him awake. He didn't even realise that he had fallen asleep. Both Theo and Blaise were also asleep leaning onto one another as if the other were some kind of pillow.

"Are we here yet Pansy? I can go wake up the other two now if we—"

"Shut up Draco. You're hurting.",Pansy said automatically as Draco froze.

Her hazel green eyes were on him with her cold stare as Draco tried to avoid her stern gaze.

"I-I, what do you mean?",Draco replied his face ridden with emotions. To much emotion.

"Look at me. None of us are fine Draco. It's not that hard to tell. We're all bloody broken and I know that just because your father isn't in your life anymore doesn't mean that he doesn't affect you. Trauma doesn't go away in a day.

"Pansy, I am fine. My father is gone, my mother is safe and if I do as I'm told I won't be thrown into Azkaban. What more could I need in my life?"

"You and I both know how much people resent us. Even more so when you have the—never mind. But don't you get it? People aren't going to stop tormenting you or any of us Slytherins until what they perceive as the problem has been...eradicated.",Pansy hissed, noticing Draco almost flinch at the mention of the dark mark.

Draco couldn't respond to the determined girl. She was right and he didn't want to admit it.

Pansy may have come very close the failing Divintation almost every year, but she could read almost anyone easily. It was almost like a sixth sense.

"Why do you talk to me about this now Pansy?",Draco breathed, not wanting to see the hard stare the black-haired girl gave him.

"Because those two are clearly not in the right state of mind to hear this right now. They've already got their own problems as of this moment, and they hadn't seemed to have any more luck than a shrimpy house elf with the amount of sleep it looks like they've gotten.",Pansy answered, nodding to the two boys across from them still using the other as a support.

Draco hadn't noticed how tired the other two young men looked so sleep-deprived.

It was clear to see how the two were tight, maybe even closer than brothers tight. They were a major key to the other's survival.

"It's codependency. They were tight before, but the war has changed us all. For the better or the worse. It happened to all of us."Pansy stated as if reading Draco's mind.

Draco turned to her not knowing how to feel.

It was silent again as silence was the only other option to awkward conversations nowadays. Draco didn't mind silence but not when tension and guilt intoxicated the air.

"Who did you meet over the summer?"

"Nobody special. Now eat your chocolate frogs. You're way to skinny."

Draco gave the raven-haired girl a cocky smirk before lazily taking out one of his chocolate frogs to eat.

When he opened the chocolate frog jumped immediately out of the box as Pansy quickly caught it as the chocolate frog blew a raspberry at Pansy visibly angering her.

Draco smiled at the scene as his eyes shifted to the collectible card.

Draco's eyes widened at the card. In all of his glory there he was.

Harry Fucking Potter with all of his dark tanned skin, aggravatingly messy hair and his overly striking emerald eyes.

And Pansy to his dismay, noticed this and smirked.

She fucking smirked.

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#angst #blairon #blaise zabini #draco malfoy #drarry #fanfiction #gaylove #gryffindor #harry potter #hermione granger #lgbtq+ #love #pansmione #pansy parkinson #ron weasley #slytherin #trauma

[princesscaliban]

Caliban x Cheerleader | 1

Note: Nothing R rated, a few made-up things to make it flow, if you have any questions don’t be afraid to use my ask box! Compliments & constructive criticism are always welcome too. There IS a part 2 started, hence why it ends where it does. I’m rusty, it’s been YEARS since I’ve sat down to write anything. Hopefully you like the concept. I’m just rambling now. x

Part 2

--------------------------------------------------------------------- “So turn on 5, 6 and pose on 7, 8.” Roz and Sabrina danced with the girl next to them. Spinning their Baxter High cheer skirts in a circle before they posed the same as her. “Then we walk to the pyramid until the next dance part at the end.”

“Thank you so much for letting me come over.” Addy laughed, “The homecoming performance was about to be a failure for me.” “Honestly, if you ever need help, let us know.” Sabrina smiled, “And don’t be afraid to talk to us at school, everyone else at Baxter is laaaaame.” She joked.

“It’s so weird being the new kid in high school. Everyone’s already buddied up and knows what’s going on and I walk in wondering if a raven is the actual mascot.”

“You totally have to meet Harvey and Theo, we’re with them all of the time and we love new friends.” Roz reassured Addy that high school wasn’t going to be as bad as she thought.

“I’m just going to do it with the music a few more times, I think I have it.” She pushed play on the speaker that sat on the ground outside of Sabrina's house. Which was quickly explained to her that it was a mortuary AND house on the short walk from Baxter High after cheer practice.

Roz cheered her on and Sabrina excused herself to the restroom. As she wiped her hands clean and stopped to see what Hilda had in the oven, she got the odd feeling that someone was watching her.

“Caliban, what are you doing here?”

He peeked through the small opening from the attic door into the kitchen, “Ambrose needed me.”

“I would ask for what, but Ambrose and his projects scare me already and… now he’s involving  you.” She groaned as he walked into the kitchen, “Please leave now.”

“But I noticed you were having a little cheer practice.” Caliban pulled the curtain back and looked at Roz and Addy finishing the routine up, grabbing hands and jumping when they had done it perfectly.

“We’re helping out the new cheerleader. She just transferred.” Sabrina grabbed a plate of cookies from his hand, “Now, leave.”

A few skips and she was back at the speaker, setting the cookies on top. “Aunt Hilda’s chocolate chip cookies, fresh from the oven.”

“Addy, you have not had a cookie, until you’ve had an Aunt Hilda cookie.”

She tossed her red and yellow pom poms to the ground, “Then hand me an Aunt Hilda cookie.” 

“Brina, what is he doing here?” Roz motioned to the porch where Caliban stood.

“He should be leaving.” She whispered, knowing Caliban could hear her. Without speaking he told her off and she shook her thoughts clear of his words.

“Brina, not very nice of you to have friends over and not introduce me.” He yelled from the porch before making his way towards them. He obviously already knew Roz and had his eyes set on the blonde who stood behind the two of them.

“Caliban, this is Addy, she cheers with us.” Sabrina spoke quickly, “Addy this is Caliban, he.. he’s… a family friend.”

“A family friend.” Caliban gently pushed Sabrina to the side, “A great, long-time, family friend of the Spellmans.” He stuck his hand out to Addy who met hers to his, he gently shook it, “Addy, is it?”

Addy smiled up at him as he pushed his hair out of his face to grin back at her, “It’s actually Addyson, but everyone calls me Addy.”

“Beautiful.” He barely spoke over a whisper.

“Well, we’ve got to practice.” Roz grabbed Addy from Caliban’s grip and walked her towards the speaker. “Let’s go over the first part one more time, the ripple has to be perfect.”

As Roz distracted Addy, Sabrina drug Caliban back to her porch, “You stop it now, stop the thing now.”

“I’m not doing the thing.” He held his hands back in defense, “I was just introducing myself to Addy.”

“And that’s all you’ll be doing. Why are you even here still?”

“I saw a beautiful girl and wanted to introduce myself,” He sat down on the porch, watching the other two practice along with counts. “Sorry it wasn’t you.”

“Well it’s time for you to leave.”

“Go practice, Sabrina.”

“Caliban.”

“Practice Sabrina.”

She rolled her eyes at him, “Don’t even think about it.”

“There’s something about her.”

“You don’t even know her! I barely know her! Please, leave Caliban.” She begged before stomping down the steps, regaining her poise and joining in the last part of the dance.

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“Go Ravens!”

“Let’s go Baxter High!”

“Go red and yellow!”

Every cheerleader celebrated their performance as they skipped off field, the football team taking over as the homecoming game began. They all exchanged words of how great it had gone, some hugged, some took selfies, but Sabrina and Roz made their way through the crowd, easily finding the tall, messy haired, blonde.

"You cannot be here.”

“Why? I’m just a Greendale resident who came to the football game.” He tugged at the Baxter High hoodie he wore, “I’m a mere mortal.”

Sabrina tried her hardest, giving every reason she could, but there was no way to kick Caliban out of the game without the entire town noticing.

“At least.. sit by Harvey or something?” She sighed, grabbing his arm and dragging him towards the stands where Harvey sat by Theo and a few others. 

She came to a sudden halt when Caliban quit walking, “Addyson…”

Her ponytail swung as she spun around, he shook Sabrina from his arm, “That was amazing.”

Addy blushed, squeezing her pom-poms in her arms in front of her, “Thank you, so much.”

“You look lovely.” She seemed like he had smacked a love spell on her right then and there. Her eyes were beaming up at him, her smile wouldn’t budge, it took Sabrina three times to get her attention.

“We’ve got a game to cheer at.” She fake laughed, “C’mon, Addy!”

“I’ll wait for you after the game.” Caliban smiled at her as she nodded back and he walked up to sit by Harvey, who was shocked, but accepted it when Sabrina gave him a thumbs-up.

He didn’t speak the whole game. Harvey watched him watch Addy the entire time. Her every move, every turn, every step, his site never left her.

“So she’s why you’re here.” Caliban looked over at Harvey, “Addy. You came to watch her? She’s new, how do you even know her?”

“They practiced at the Spellman’s yesterday.”

“You know that Brina is not going to let you get close to a mortal.”

Caliban gave him a smirk, “Sabrina can’t tell me what to do.”

Baxter High somehow won the football game which gave everyone more reason to celebrate. “Everyone meet at the diner in twenty minutes!” Harvey yelled, “Fright Club is going to play a few songs!”

Sabrina and Roz followed Addy closely because Caliban hadn’t let her out of his sight since he had gotten to the game. He carried her cheer bag to the diner, sat next to her and even asked Sabrina for ‘dumb mortal money’ so he could pay for her food.

In the middle of a Fright Club song he asked about the cell phone he had gotten that day and had Sabrina show him how to use it. He didn’t even have the number memorized but he got it so he could talk to Addy. (As he was told by Ambrose: Apparently ‘showing up when he knows she needs him’ isn’t appropriate.)

“Brina, I know my own way back to your house, you don’t have to follow.” 

“But…I promised Addy’s mom that I would walk her back home if it was dark and I’m not going to just let her show up with a strange guy. Besides, Harvey took Roz home and I don’t want to walk alone.” She shrugged, running to catch up with them.

As she listened to the conversation there was a lot he needed to learn… well, figure out if he was going to speak to a mortal on an everyday basis. A Demon Prince of Hell, made of clay, that was thousands of years old just didn’t have a grasp on today’s trends and technology.

“See you tomorrow, Addy!” Sabrina waved to her and her mom in the doorway, Caliban standing next to her, smiling. The door slammed closed making Sabrina jump, “What in the heaven!?”

“Something’s wrong here.” Caliban walked to the side of the house, looking up and down at the bricks, noticing the windows.

“Caliban, stop!” She whispered, “You can’t just walk in someone’s yard!”

“I cannot leave her knowing something is wrong.”

“You don’t know that anything is wrong.” She grabbed his arm and drug him back to the sidewalk, “You’re going to have to learn to act a mortal if you want to see Addy anymore.”

“Teach me everything.”

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Caliban felt like a mortal after a week of taking Addy on dates and watching ‘dumb football games’ to watch her cheer. He even sat through a movie on a double date with Harvey and Roz. He wanted to question all of the weird mortal things they did but he held back because he needed to be with her.

Addy: I’ve got practice at school till 4:30.

Caliban: I’ll be there at 4:30 then.

Addy: Perfect :)

“Addy you haven’t lost that smile all day, do share who you’re texting.” Lizzie, the cheer captain, asked.

“Um, just a guy. Sabrina knows him.”

“Family friend.” She chimed in, “My Aunts know way too many people.”

“What’s his name?” Lizzie egged on, “Where’s he from? What’s he look like?”

“His name is Caliban, I don’t have a picture of him.”

“He’s from Australia” Sabrina quickly added, “He goes to a boarding school there.”

“He’s tall, tan, jaw line that could cut you, messy blonde-ish hair and he has the best accent.” Addy spat out quickly, immediately regretting it. “Don’t tell him I said that, Brina!”

“My lips are sealed.” 

The cheer chatter after practice was noticeable as Addy packed her bag and kept an eye out for Caliban. She looked out the gym doors and didn’t see him, peered down the sidewalk, checked her phone again and then the gym got quiet. 

Every Ravenette stopped speaking as the tall, tan, blonde-ish haired guy walked in the doors and towards Addy. “Hi, Sabrina.” He nodded his head to her and she smiled back, seeing him in jeans and a t-shirt was still odd to her.

“Hi” Addy whispered and grinned, putting her backpack on one arm before he grabbed it and tossed it on his shoulder. 

“Ready to go?” He stuck out his hand and she grabbed it, walking beside him out the door. 

As the gym door closed everyone looked at Sabrina and she glared back, “I get it, he’s cute.”

“He’s more than cute.”

“He looks like a marble statue.”

“A Greek God.”

“I could see his pecks through his t-shirt.”

“He’s not marble, he’s clay.” Roz laughed with Sabrina as they packed their bags, “And he’s not a Greek God, he’s a Demon Prince.”

“So why has your family chosen to reside in Greendale?” Caliban asked, walking Addy towards her house.

“My dad got a job in the next town over. My parents also liked Baxter High better than Riverdale too. Why are you here from Australia?”

He paused, trying to think of the story he and Sabrina had come up with. “I lived with my father, never met my mother. But my father has decided to go on a trip and left me at the boarding school with no place to call home. So the Spellman’s have graciously taken me in for a while.”

“A while? You’re going back to Australia?”

“Not any time soon.” He squeezed her hand, “Definitely not now.”

Addy blushed, holding onto his arm and hiding her face in it, “I’m fine with that.”

More chatting and talking, exchanging of stories and they were at her house. “Um, I would invite you in but my parents are weird about boys so I’m going to.. just…”

“I understand.” He took off her backpack and put it on her arms, “You know, Addyson, you can call me if you ever need anything.” She nodded, trying to keep an eye on her door to make sure her parents weren’t watching. “Anything.” He repeated, feeling the negative energy from the house. 

“Anything.” She repeated, backing away from him. He let his hands drop and kept and eye on her until the door was closed. He went around the corner, into a nearby woods and spun himself back to the Spellman’s.

“Just who I was looking for.” He announced as he arrived in the basement where Ambrose was working on a body for the mortuary.

“Caliban you can’t just show up here and scare me, I’ve got a knife in my hand.”

“And the body beneath it is already dead.”

Ambrose huffed, “Well, what do you need?”

“I feel negative energies from a house.” Ambrose gave him an odd look, “There’s a girl, it’s her house, something’s not right. Sabrina doesn’t want me using anything around her or on her. But.. something is wrong.”

“Did you try mind reading or seeing through the walls?”

“Sabrina doesn’t want me to with her.”

“I’m assuming you like this…. mortal girl. That’s why you’re listening to Sabrina.” 

Caliban stole the stool from underneath Ambrose and sat on it himself. “I think about her.” He looked around the room, “She’s all I think about, really.”

“That’s called a crush, Caliban. You like the girl?”

“Well, yeah. I carried her bag like Sabrina told me to, I gave her a sweatshirt that I…. stole from you….” He avoided eye contact as Ambrose glared at him, “I willingly go to football games and horrible films at the theater.”

“You’re listening to Sabrina?” He laughed, “You really must like the girl then.”

“I feel it”

“Feel what?”

Caliban stood up and closed his eyes, “The energy, the negative energy.”

Ambrose cleaned off his hand and rest his hand on Caliban’s shoulder; a nervous rush went through him and he felt the negative energy. “You have something of hers?”

Caliban pulled a hair-tie off his wrist from an attempted braid in his hair she had tried earlier. Ambrose touched the other side of it while repeating a spell. His mind warped, showing her view at the current moment. 

“She’s hiding… in her room.. it’s dark… yelling… she’s scared… I just hear yelling and.. screams of both a man and woman…” Ambrose took the hair-tie from Caliban, squeezing it in his hands, “So much yelling… she’s….. she’s crying… her phone though.. she’s using her phone… no, she’s just.. she’s holding it.. the yelling will not stop it’s all I can focus on.”

He ripped the hair-tie from Ambrose’s hand and pulled it back on his wrist. “I’m going to her house.” Ambrose chased him up the stairs, “You can’t stop me, I’m going to get her.”

“You’re going nowhere, Caliban.” Sabrina spoke up from the kitchen, chasing him and Ambrose down the hall, “Caliban! Stop!”

He ripped Ambrose’s grip from his arm, “Addyson is in danger right now, even Ambrose knows. If I don’t do anything about it, I will never forgive myself.” 

“Give me your phone.” Sabrina begged, grabbing it from him and quickly typing.

Caliban: How’s your night going?

“Give her a second to answer, let her ask for your help.” They all looked at the phone, watching the bubbles pop up as she typed.

Addy: Not the best.

Caliban: Do you need anything?

Addy: I don’t think you can help.

Addy: I’ll be fine.

Addy: Just a bad night.

Caliban: Don’t lie to me, Addyson.

Caliban: Call me.

A few minutes went by that felt like hours as no bubbles popped up in response. “I’m going—

“You’re not going alone.” Ambrose said, following him down the drive way. 

“I’m not getting in this mess.” Sabrina tried to stay back but her intuition told her different, “Hold on!”

Within a few seconds Caliban had transferred them from the mortuary to the woods near Addy’s house where they could already hear her dad yelling.

Ambrose mumbled under his breath and they were able to see through the side of the house, “Her father.. is abusive.” 

They all watched as Addy’s dad slapped her mom across the face. He yelled at her, called her names, pushed her around until she was on the floor in their living room. 

“But where is she?” Caliban took off towards the house, stomping up the hill. Sabrina followed, her phone to her ear, begging Addy to pick up. “Brina I’m going to lift you up to see in the windo—

“Addy, don’t hang up. It’s Sabrina.” She said, freezing Caliban where he stood. “It’s going to sound crazy but I’m outside of your house right now, is there anyway you can get out?”

Addy sat in her closet in silence, tiny cries were heard, “Addy, I know there’s trouble at your house, what window is yours? Can you crawl out—Caliban.. don’t go—Caliban just went in your front door.”

Ambrose kept watch on the side of the house, he spotted Caliban sneak past her parents and down a hall as if he knew where he was going. 

“Addy it’s going to sound weird, but please think, talk to Caliban in your mind, say his name in your mind, ask him to help you, all in your head.” Sabrina begged her, “Believe me, I’ll explain it all later, we’re going to take you somewhere safe. Just talk to him, he’ll find—

Caliban opened a door to a plain room with a bed and a single dresser; a familiar cheer outfit sat on the bed. He froze as he heard her voice in his head, ‘help me Cal, I’m in my closet, I’m scared of my dad, I don’t know what to do’.

He searched the room and saw a small sliding door that he quickly pushed open, Addy sat against the wall, her phone to her ear. “He’s here.” She whispered, dropping her phone and standing up to hug him. 

“I knew something was wrong, I should have come earlier..” He kissed the top of her head, wrapping his arms around her as tightly as he could. “Are you okay?” Her head nodded against his chest, “Get what you need, quickly, we’re going to go to Sabrina’s.”

As Addy’s hands shook she packed her cheer bag with random clothing, her journal, her school work and a few other necessities. Caliban put it on his back and went to her window, “I’m going to need you to trust me and not question anything right now.”

“Addy!” Her dad’s voice echoed down the hall before he began beating against her door, “Unlock this door!”

She followed his lead and jumped out the window, seeing Sabrina and Ambrose waiting on them. Without talking Caliban hugged her, tucking her head under his arms while Ambrose and Sabrina began chanting as they held hands around them. “Portaci in salvo, portaci in salvo, portaci in salvo…”

In a quick flash they were in Sabrina’s room, Caliban was still holding onto Addy who was still crying and hiding her head in his chest. 

“Close call..” Ambrose whispered, excusing himself from the room.

“Brina, can you grab us all some tea?” Caliban asked and Sabrina agreed, going downstairs to put a kettle on.

He couldn’t let go of Addy, he feared what would happen to her if he did, but she was in the Spellman house which was one of the safest places for her to be at the moment.

“Addyson, are you alright?” He pushed her hair from her face and wiped off her cheeks with his own sleeve, “You’re safe now, I promise you that.”

“I’m scared and confused.” She kept hold of the sides of shirt, looking around Sabrina’s room. “What just happened?”

“Greendale is a mysterious place.” He smirked, wiping a tear from her cheek. “Your currently in the Spellman household and the Spellman’s are.. witches, Ambrose is a warlock, I’m… also magical.” Her eyes grew two times in size as she looked up at him, “Not bad witches, good witches. At least in Greendale they are. There’s a lot to learn but please know, you’re safe here. You’re safe with me, you’re always safe with me.”

“How did you know something was wrong?”

“When you gave me a braid today, you left the hair tie. I enchanted it to let me know your feelings. So I knew when things were wrong. Ambrose held it and could see what you were seeing so I went to your house.” He continued to push pieces of hair back from her face, wiping every tear that fell, “Your father…”

“The teachers at my old school were noticing his abuse so my dad turned in for a transfer so we moved..” She broke down crying again, “I just hide, I always hide, I don't know what to do.”

“Don’t cry, don’t, please.” He pulled her to the couch in Sabrina’s room and sat down with her, holding her on his lap. “Calm down, love.” 

Her chest continuously heaved as she tried to catch her breath, “Thank… thank you.” He didn’t even respond, he just held her tighter.

Sabrina came up stairs with a tray of mugs, pausing at her doorway as she heard Caliban whispering a spell, rubbing his finger across Addy’s forehead as she fell asleep. “Oblivisci omnes, ad somnum caritate.”

“Sabrina it is well past your bed time. Why are you making tea and why is Caliban in your room?” Zelda spoke, slowly walking around the corner, “Or better yet, why is there a new witch in the house?”

“It’s just my friend Addy, I cheer with her. Her father is abusive and we just… rescued her.”

“Is she a witch? Goblin? Fairy?”

“Nothing that I know of…” She tip-toed in her room and sat down the tray, “Her name is Addyson Camelli.” (pronounced ka-mel-lee)

“Do you know her parent’s names?” Zelda held her hand over Addy’s closed eyes, “She’s at least part something, I don’t—

“The Camelli’s of Triora, Italy” Hilda stepped in the room with a book, "The Salem, Massachusetts of Europe. Many false hangings and accusations.”

“Her father’s name is Dominic and her mother is Marina.” Caliban said, “Did he move them here because he knew of Greendale? He knew.. who was here..”

Hilda sat on the couch next to him and pulled her reading glasses back up to her face, “Addyson’s great grandfather was split from the coven in Italy and the family moved to the states in fear.” She pointed down the page, “Her father and grandfather probably have no clue they are warlock lineage. Married to mortals its split in their DNA.”

“We would have to test her..  or her blood to see where she stands.”

“Not tonight, let her sleep.” Caliban stopped Zelda from pricking Addy’s finger with a pin, “She doesn’t need hurt anymore.”

“On that note, I wrote a note and had it land on Addy’s bed. It just says she’s at my house, needed a break from home, took the stuff she needed and I left my phone number on it. We can all go to sleep and deal with this in the morning.” Sabrina offered, “Ambrose put an enchantment on the house so they can’t find their way to it until we’re awake. Addy can sleep on the couch and I’ll be in my bed. Caliban you can sleep… wait, do you sleep?”

“Once every hundred years or so. I’m just going to watch over her tonight, I’m not letting her out of my site.” He kept his gaze on her, watching her chest breathe in and out. “I can reverse her sleep spell in the morning when we have it all figured out.”

“One drop of blood and I can find out—

“If you do so much as even touch her, I will hurt you.” Caliban glared at Zelda, “She knows you’re witches.”

“And did you happen to mention that you’re a demon?” Zelda spiked back, “You’re on your own explaining that one—

The door slammed open and Ambrose ran in, making everyone in the room jump, “We have a problem…” The room went silent, “Addy’s mother was killed by her father.”

#me #caliban fics #caos #chilling adventures of sabrina #chilling tales of sabrina #caliban #prince caliban #cheerleader #baxter high #imagine #fanfic #fan fiction #writing #sabrina spellman

[moonbeambucky]

Winter WonderLance

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader Word Count: 2354 Warnings: fluff

Summary: The Tuckers are in for a beautiful sight as they spend winter in the glistening snow of New York

“Bye bye Florida!” 

You waved your hands at the small window of the airplane as your children excitedly copied you.

Warm weather and palm trees would soon be traded for the bitter chill of barren, snow-covered branches that line the busy streets of New York. Ariel and Theodore were eager to go on their first airplane ride. Unfortunately, the real experience was less than exciting.

Despite pre-boarding bathroom visits Ariel needed to go again just as the plane was navigating towards the runaway. She bounced in her seat as you begged for her to hold it, hoping for a quick take off so you could fly towards the bathroom. 

It didn’t help that she insisted her mommy take her, despite your focus on attempting to try and calm a very upset Theo.

In all your travels you never gave much thought to parents flying with children. Noise blocking headphones were a lifesaver as you worked on your laptop, unaware of the frustration they were going through. 

“It’s okay Theo. Yawn, like this.”

You tried to show him how in an effort to help with the pressure in his ears but he wasn’t having it. Trying to reason with an agitated near-three year old was futile.

Over your shoulder you turned your head towards Lance, sitting in the aisle seat beside you. You couldn’t help the pout your lips formed, an expression of the mental exhaustion to come considering you had barely left Florida. 

Your hands swept across Theo’s hair as you tried to get him to lean into you but he was not having it, frustratedly kicking his legs against the back of the seat in front of him. You offered an apology to the young man that turned around glaring at your son, fighting back your urge to punch his childless self in the face. Now you had all the sympathy in the world for what parents go through.

When the plane had finally evened out its course you asked Lance to sit beside Theo as you took Ariel. 

“C’mere buddy.” Lance tried his best to hold a very fussy Theo against him and rocking to soothe the discomfort in his ears.

Obviously it didn’t work as you heard Theo’s cries from inside the cramped bathroom. 

Running your hands down your face you let out a frustrated sigh. In another week you would be returning home and you were already worrying about how Theo would handle the flight. But you know you shouldn’t be thinking about this. Your vacation has barely begun and you want to focus on all the fun the kids would be having instead. 

You hadn’t been back to New York in a few years. Amidst your previous travels you had dropped by once or twice but they were quick visits, to say hello to colleagues or sign new employment contracts. When you and Lance were deciding on where you should travel during the winter break you wanted to go all out and give the kids a new experience, and snow was certainly something new!

After washing your hands along with Ariel, you found your way back to your row, guided by the sound of Theo’s sobs. 

“I think he wants you,” Lance sighed, upset he hadn’t been able to make progress in calming Theodore.

“Daddy sit next to me!” Ariel exclaimed, bouncing as she squeezed past him to get to her seat by the window.

After a bit of musical chairs, with Lance now sitting in between you and Ariel, and Theo back in your arms, you sat up a little straighter, determined to at least stop Theo from crying. 

Lance’s attention was taken by Ariel who pulled out her bright LeapFrog learning tablet from your bag so they could read together. Sticking out from the corner of your bag was something you had forgotten about, the most beautiful sight that would help save you and Theo for the rest of the flight, goldfish crackers.

Asking Ariel to get them for you, Lance opened the package and suddenly a tiny smile pulled at the corner of Theo’s mouth as you offered one to him. Whether it was the crunching that helped or Theo was distracted by food you really didn’t care but thankfully the crying stopped.

Finally, Theo was calm as he picked goldfish out of your palm. With Lance’s assistance you were able to find a movie for Theo to watch, an animated one you could recite by heart thanks to the amount of times the kids have watched it. 

The rest of the ride went mostly smooth until it was time to prepare for landing. Ariel whined, wanting her dad to still sit next to her. Theo whined when you put him back in his seat, wanting to stay on your lap, and you and Lance smiled exhaustedly, holding back your own whines because you really want to take a nap. 

Juggling two young children was a hassle, especially trying to keep their hats and scarves bundled on, and making sure Ariel didn’t forget Teddy in the taxi because she insisted on bringing him along. 

“Teddy will be sad if we left him home alone.” You tried to reason that Teddy needed to stay home so he could watch the house while you were gone. “But that’s Oinky’s job.” Oh, of course, your mistake. 

By the time you reached your hotel you got your wish. Theo went down easy after the cry he had and Ariel tried to fight the way her lids were shutting; for your own sake you were happy she lost. 

Nuzzled against Lance’s chest, you felt his lips against your forehead before you fell asleep, waking up reenergizing to really begin your vacation. 

“Mmmm how I missed you,” you purred sensually, gently caressing the thing you longed for the most in your hand, opening your mouth with wanton need.

Lance chuckled, shaking his head. “Mommy’s silly, right?” he said to Ariel and Theo as you bit into your slice of pizza.

Maybe your kids can’t appreciate just how delicious New York pizza is compared to what’s available at home but you can and will, savoring every bite as if it was the last time you would taste the magical combination of cheese, sauce and dough.

Your phone buzzed on the table and quickly moving your half chewed food to the other side of your mouth you answered the call. 

“Hi! Yes. Okay, we’ll see you soon.”

Your boss Sue was stopping by, coming from the ESPN offices a few blocks away. She wanted to say hello while you were in town and meet the kids for the first time as she had only seen them in the pictures you’ve sent. Despite loving your job you were not going to parade the kids and Lance around the office in front of eager reporters hungry for any story. 

A tingle of bad memories ran down your spine but you quickly brushed it off, focusing instead on the happily smiles surrounding you.

“Daddy, ca’ I have a napkin?” Theo asked, placing the large slice down on his plate.

While watching the meticulous way his little hands worked to clean off sauce you heard an enthusiastic voice call your name out. Standing up, you turned to face Sue, wrapping your arms around the heavy coat that seemed to swallow her up. 

Lance greeted her as well, pulling up a chair at the end of the booth for her to join. 

Sue placed her hands against her cheeks as she smiled at your children. “Look at how big they’ve gotten!”

“Ariel, Theodore, this is my friend Susan. Do you want to say hi?”

“Hi!” Theo said with a mouthful of food. Ariel’s greeting was a bit softer as she nuzzled against her Dad feeling a little shy.

“They’re beautiful,” she said, shrugging off her coat. She wasn’t going to stay long but the heavy material was too much to bear indoors.

With some coaxing from you and Lance, Ariel opened up a bit as she and Theo told Sue all the things they’ve done so far on their vacation.

“And we saw a big tree!” Ariel stretched her arms high above her head. “It had pretty lights and a really pretty star.”

“And it was bigger than the whole world!” Theo exclaimed.

Sue’s mouth dropped open in shock. “No way! Bigger than the whole world!?” Theo nodded as he used both hands to grab his drink.

“What was your favorite thing you’ve seen so far?” Sue asked.

“Ummm, I liked the carousel!” Ariel beamed. The SeaGlass carousel in Battery Park was a favorite of yours as well.

“And who did we wave to that was near the carousel?” Lance asked, testing his children’s memory. 

Ariel concentrated as she thought and Theo honestly didn’t bother to think but you snuck him the answer anyway.

“Sta-choot of Liberty!” he giggled.

You and Lance also took the kids to a children’s museum, to the top of the Empire State Building and tonight you were surprising them with tickets to see The Lion King on Broadway.

After saying goodbye to Sue and finishing lunch, you stopped in at FAO Schwarz. The kids were mesmerized by the toy store and the giant plush animals that surrounded them but secretly Lance had been dying to visit so he could play on the giant floor piano from Big.

It wasn’t much of a secret, not by the way he practically ran towards the line that was formed beside it. Twenty long minutes were spent waiting and during that time you had to convince Lance that he needed to share the piano with Ariel and Theo.

Your phone recorded every moment of giggling joy as Lance bounced on the keys that lit with bright colors as he played “Chopsticks” accompanied by random musical notes as Ariel and Theo ran across the piano.

“You were amazing!” you said, planting a kiss on Ariel and Theo’s cheeks as you and Lance helped them back into their winter coats. “And you were adorable,” you cooed, pressing a sweet kiss on Lance’s lips, feeling him smile against you.

Central Park was covered in a blanket of white, a crystalline landscape of snow that glittered in the sunlight.

It was the day before you had to leave and you wanted to make the most of the freshly fallen weather. Bundled in layers, wrapped with scarves and thick gloves, you ventured out to play in the winter wonderland. 

“Let’s make a snowman!” Ariel declared.

You helped her gather the soft powder snow in a ball, rolling it along the unblemished landscape for it to grow larger. Lance and Theo were doing the same, sort of. 

Theo scooped up as much snow as his gloves could carry and he dropped them down onto the base Lance was attempting to form. Theo smiled as the soft flurries sprinkled to the ground. Lance crouched down, trying to show him a better way to do it as he attempted to pack more snow into the pile but Theo didn’t care.

“No, it’s this way,” he insisted, looking for the perfect patch of snow to scoop up and bring over.

His excitement may have gotten the best of him as Theo threw the snow down haphazardly, getting more than half on his dad. Lance wiped the wetness of his face against the sleeve of his coat. Another shock of cold came as Theo did it again happily “building” his snowman.

“Daddy look how big we made it!” Ariel huffed as the both of you rolled the large ball of snow back towards Lance and Theo.

“Wow Starfish that’s grea– ” Lance muffled his words as Theo excitedly threw down another pile of snow, doing so once again with terrible aim.

“Theo! Did you just throw snow at your daddy?” 

He froze, cautiously shaking his head back and forth in case you were upset. 

“C’mere Pumpkin,” you called to him.

You scooped up a small handful of snow, pressing it together into a ball and placing it in Theo’s palm. Quickly you scooped another ball for yourself. 

“This is how you throw a snowball.”

Winding your arm back, you aimed and threw the ball hitting Lance in the back as he was working on the snowman. 

“Hey!” he yelped in surprise. 

Theo threw his that hit Lance’s leg. Ariel abandoned her snowman in favor of joining the snowball fight. 

“Three against one isn’t fair!” he shouted, trying to dodge the attack.

Lance retaliated, mainly aiming for you as you laughed, running around with Ariel and Theo beside you. His cheeks were bright red as he chased you, blowing visible breaths while playfully yelling, “I’m gonna get you!”

Taking cover behind a tree you quickly bent down to make snowballs for Theo as Ariel made her own, slowly creeping around the tree to throw them at Lance but he wasn’t there. Then you felt it; the close range hit of a snowball on your backside.

The shock made you scream, and a few more rapid fire hits had you stumbling. Reaching your arm back to rub your icy buns you called for a truce and Lance dropped his frozen ammo. Ariel and Theo threw their remaining snowballs at their dad, ignoring the armistice. 

“Ow!” you laughed, still rubbing your backside. Lance offered a hand for you to stand up. “I’m definitely going to have a bruise thanks to you.”

“I’ll be happy to kiss it better,” he smirked. “Now, who wants to make snow angels?!”

“Me! Me! Me!” came the chorus of excited squeals. 

The rest of the day was spent inside the hotel, warm and snuggled together while watching movies and having hot chocolate with marshmallows. With Ariel and Theo asleep at your sides Lance leaned down to caress your lips with his in a languid articulation of love.

When he pulled away he smiled, a soft mirror of your own expression. It’s an appreciation for all the memories you’ve made on this trip that now share space in your heart with every moment of your lives together.

#lance tucker x reader #lance tucker fanfiction #lance tucker x you #lance tucker one shot #lance tucker imagine

[dc41896]

Welcome to the Family

Hey guys! So this imagine was meant to be put out for Thanksgiving but as we see that didn’t happen lol. So although it’s a little late, I hope you guys like it and i also hope that for those who celebrate it, that you had a great Thanksgiving!! (PS: I wasn’t trying to follow a certain timeline so if things seem like they don’t make sense in that area, my bad I just pieced things together. Also his niece and nephew don’t have names because I didn’t know their names and didn’t want to give them fake ones because it of course wouldn’t be right so I just left it as is.) 

Pairing: Chris Evans x Black Reader

Warnings: None (I feel like y'all already know it’s gonna be fluff lol)

Word Count: 2,461

“There. Everything looks good,” you thought as you looked at all the covered food on the table. You and Chris were hosting Thanksgiving dinner at his place with both of your immediate families coming over and needless to say, you were a bit nervous. Not only was this was the first time you guys were in charge of Thanksgiving, this was also the first time both of your families would be in the same area and you hoped everything would turn out perfect.

Dressed in your slightly oversized burgundy sweater with dark jeans and thigh high black boots, you make your way into the living room to see your boyfriend currently getting cookies out of the jar on the counter. “Hey don’t eat all of them, save some for the kids,” you jokingly scold placing the top back on. “Plus if you eat too much you won’t want any dinner.”

“Sorry mom,” he laughs as he kisses your cheek. “You look beautiful by the way.”

“Thank you, as do you Mr. Evans in your adorable old man sweater,” you smile brushing crumbs off the dark navy blue piece of clothing. “Thank you Ms. Y/L/N even though you just said I have on an old man sweater when we both know there’s nothing old about me,” he counters with a wink.

“Uh huh yea we’ll see when you’re passed out on the couch later with the game watching you,” you smirk as he lets out his signature boisterous laugh. “Ok that’s only happened once and you were right there beside me passed out so what does that make you then?,” Chris asks with arms crossed in front of his chest, mocking your smirk.

Before you could answer, you both hear the rattling of the doorknob followed by a couple knocks. “Chris and Y/N?! It’s us!,” yells his mom, Lisa, as she makes her way down the hall along with his other family members.

“Hey! Happy Thanksgiving everyone!,” you greet meeting them halfway. As you all exchange hugs and ‘Happy Thanksgiving’s’, you hear the doorbell ring signaling your parents and grandma had arrived, which also meant dinner could officially begin.

“I got it,” Chris says before lightly jogging to the front door. “Can we eat now Y/N? I’m hungry and skipped breakfast to eat as much as I can,” asked his nephew, an excited smile spread across his face.

“Yes of course you can! I finished heating up everything a few minutes ago so go ahead and fix your plates,” you answer leading everyone to the table. “Oh my gosh Y/N everything looks so good! I love how you’ve decorated,” Carly, his sister gushed, one child on her hip and the other close beside her.

“Thanks! Hopefully it tastes as good as it looks,” you reply with a small laugh. “As long as Chris didn’t make anything, we already know it’ll taste amazing,” adds Scott as he walks by making you and the rest of his family laugh.

“Hey I heard that!,” interrupts Chris walking in the dining room with your family. “There’s nothing wrong with my cooking.”

“No none at all if we’re talking about pizza rolls, popcorn, or anything premade that you just have to heat up,” interjected his other sister, Shanna, making the kids laugh and Chris roll his eyes.

“Don’t worry sweetie everyone starts out rough with cooking,” your grandma, Diane, reassures gently patting Chris on the arm. “At least you didn’t make the oven catch on fire.”

“Grandma! Lets not bring up my cooking misfortunes,” you respond with a laugh. “No grandma I think that’s a perfect topic of discussion!,” he counters with a smirk wrapping an arm around your grandmother’s shoulders as he leads her to her seat.

Seeing both families talking and enjoying themselves, as well as the food, made a nostalgic feeling come over you, and you were instantly reminded of your family coming together for the holidays to spend time together doing everything from watching Christmas movies to play board games. With everything that came with your career as a singer, it had been a couple years since you had a proper holiday season with your family. Of course you had Chris to spend them with since he wasn’t able to go home either, and both of you loved spending that time together, but you both agreed that finally being able to see your families and spend time with them was something you both dearly missed.

Noticing your unusual silence, Chris grabs your hand resting on the table and lightly kisses your knuckles bringing you out of your temporary trance. “Hey, you ok love?,” he asks with a whisper so only you could hear him.

“Yea I’m fine, just really happy and blessed right now to see everyone and get to spend this time together,” you answer with a soft smile. You tried to hold them back, but you couldn’t stop the tears from escaping your eyes and now your separate conversation had caught the attention of everyone in the room.

“Don’t cry Y/N! Here you can play with my doll to feel better,” his niece offers hurriedly walking up to you with her American Girl doll and making you smile as more tears flowed and, more than likely, ruined your makeup.

“What’s wrong sweetie? Do you need to go outside?,” asked your mom, Mary, as she rubbed your back, something she always did ever since you were a small child to make you feel better.

“I’m fine I promise. These are happy tears,” you answered using one of the many napkins handed to you by everyone at the table to try to clean up your face. “I was just telling Chris how I’m so happy to have all of you guys here and get to spend time with everyone. The past couple years we couldn’t really travel to visit anyone because of work and schedules so it really warms my heart to finally have everyone together.”

“Aww and we’re happy to be here with you guys! While you missed us you know we all missed you too,” Lisa responds reaching across the table to hold both yours and Chris’ hand.

“I know, I’m just super emotional today and I’m sorry for crying everyone. I didn’t mean to switch the mood,” you answer with a small laugh followed by everyone shaking their heads and saying “no” to reassure you that you didn’t do anything wrong.

“The holidays is especially time for family and to spend time together, which brings joy as well as other not so pleasant emotions at times,” your dad, Theo, speaks making everyone laugh. “Don’t feel bad for crying honey, we know yall love us and we love yall too.”

“And speaking of family,” Chris starts as he turns to look in your eyes and take your hands in his. “I want to thank you for making this amazing dinner for my family and yours as well as decorating and basically doing everything that we all know I can’t and would definitely struggle with if I tried to do it myself.”

In the corner of your eye, you could see Scott get up from the table with his phone in hand, but thought nothing of it since you were so focused on Chris and what he was saying.

“And I also want to thank you for bringing my family, from my mom down to the kids, into your heart and treating them as your own from the first day. I feel like a lot of people wait until things are official to do that, but you didn’t and showed me, and them, how big of a heart you truly have and I love you for that,” he continues, eyes red from the few tears that fell while he was talking, which you wiped away with your thumbs. “With that said, I wanted to ask you Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N if you would do me the honor of marrying me, and not only making me the happiest man in the world, but also officially becoming an Evans and being part of this crazy family?”

Kneeling down on one knee, he pulls out a sparkling pear shaped diamond ring with smaller diamonds surrounding the centerpiece and around the band. You didn’t try to stop the tears from coming this time as you stuck out your hand while nodding your head.

“Yes! Of course I will!,” you excitedly answer as everyone around you clapped and cheered while he slid the dazzling piece of jewelry on your finger. Although you knew he was really supposed to be the only one on the ground at that moment, you couldn’t help yourself from kneeling down in front of him to kiss his lips.

“Way to make me bawl my eyes out after I just got myself together Evans,” you joke as he lets out a laugh, wiping away your tears. “I’m sorry love, but to make you feel better, you look just as beautiful as you always do future Evans,” he replies before kissing your lips again.

“Show us the ring Y/N!,” Shanna squealed, bouncing a little in her seat from excitement. Getting up from the floor, you reach your hand over the table to show everyone the immaculate ring shining against your skin. Now having time to really look at it, you realized that it looked very familiar, but couldn’t quite place where you previously saw it.

That is, until you looked at your grandmother, which caused your other hand to cover your mouth as more tears cascaded down your face and left your future in-laws slightly confused.

“Y/N made that look because she just realized that her engagement ring is a ring that her grandfather bought me a long time ago. She used to always look at it as a little girl and I would catch her playing dress up and wearing it sometimes so I promised her that when the time came, she could have it,” Diane answered blinking back a few tears of her own.

“With her permission, I had it updated with the smaller diamonds and made sure she liked the final product too,” Chris adds hugging you and kissing your forehead as your remaining tears stained his sweater. “What’s next are you surprising me with a puppy?!,” you ask causing everyone around to laugh.

“I don’t think Dodger would appreciate another dog taking away our attention. Would you boy?,” Chris answers bending down to pet the currently hyper dog seeing the emotions of everyone around.

“Ok I think this calls for a toast!,” announces Scott holding up his wine glass, followed by everyone else doing the same. “To Chris and Y/N, may there be many more holiday dinners just like this one filled with plenty of laughs and family.”

______

After everything from dinner was cleaned up and everyone was full, the talking moved from the table to the living room where the football game between the Patriots and the Cowboys was brightly displayed on the flat screen television. Of course Chris and his family were for the Patriots, whereas you and your family were for the Cowboys since that was your hometown team. Everyday leading up to this moment, Chris would tease you about how he’d be sure to let you cry on his shoulder once New England beat your beloved Cowboys.

However, he was pretty silent right now since Dallas was ahead by a touchdown. “Need some tissue love? You’re looking like you’re about to cry,” you tease pinching his cheek. “Here you can lean on my shoulder if you need to cry.”

“Very funny, but there’s plenty of time left in the game and I know we’re gonna come back,” he answers with a smirk. “Aww look at that, first lovers spat as an engaged couple! And to think Chris said all this was gonna happen when he first saw you Y/N,” Carly smiled, momentarily taking a break from playing with the kids.

“Wait you said we would get married when you first saw me? When did you first see me?,” you ask turning to look at your fiancé. “Hold up you didn’t tell her about your crush?! Oh this is good,” Scott shouts sitting up from the other side of the couch.

“I guess today is also completely embarrass Chris day,” Chris groans covering his face with his hands as he lays his head in your lap making you laugh.

“Okay so Chris had been a fan of yours since he saw your Grammy performance of Knew Better with Cardi B, and always wanted to meet you but wanted it to be natural and refused to let his team get in contact with yours. So fast forward to D23 where he was there for Marvel of course and he found out you were also there for your song for Forever Wonderland, and let me tell you he became a nervous wreck!,” he explains.

“Really?! You should’ve came up to me, I promise I probably would’ve been nervous too,” you answer playing with his hair.

“I was with him and tried to get him to go up to you, but he was all like ‘No she has enough going on, I’ll do it later’ and as you see it never happened. Then came the Oscars where your song was nominated and you were sitting down the same row as us, and I told lover boy that then was the best chance he would have in a while so he had to go for it,” Scott continues, ignoring Chris’ arm swatting at him to stop talking.

“So I’m expecting him to be like ‘No’ and all shy right, but he sits up a little straighter in his seat and tells me that I’m right and he has to get it done because he’s not missing out on his wife again. I was like ‘You’re wife? Since when?’ and he goes ‘Since Knew Better’ with the biggest smile and brightest eyes I have ever seen on him, and that is the story of how our dear Christopher Robert Evans knew he was gonna marry you Y/N,” he finishes with a smile as he nudges Chris’ shoulder.

Looking down, you notice his face and ears are as red as Rudolph’s nose, which make you softly giggle. “Babe that’s so sweet! In fact you want to know something? When I had to go up and perform and I saw you in the audience, something inside told me that you’d be in my life somehow.”

“And look at us now,” Chris responds as he turns to look up at you, softly caressing your cheek with his thumb. “Yea look at us now,” you repeat with a smile.

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The Third Birthday Party

Harry and Y/N plan the perfect birthday party for their son, Oliver.  Whenever the party strays from the plans, Y/N panics while Harry calms down his wife.  I hope you all enjoy.  Feedback and Requests are welcomed.  Lots of Love! ----------------------------------------

          The black lamp cast a warm, yellow glow around the bedroom.  The fresh paper pages brushed across Harry’s fingertips while Y/N’s whirring laptop eliminated the comfortable silence in the room. Harry pushed the thick, black glasses further up the bridge of his nose.  An exasperated sigh parted Y/N’s lips, a common noise Harry heard when Y/N emailed co-workers, but Harry counted five irritated sighs within the last hour, five sighs on a Friday were rare.  Harry tucked the homemade bookmarker, the one Oliver created last week in daycare, between the page’s spine.  He placed the folded glasses onto his nearby bedside table.           “Okay, what’s wrong?” Harry asked, facing Y/N’s scowling face.           Y/N huffed, keeping her eyes locked on the computer screen, “I’m looking over Oliver’s birthday itinerary.  Did you double-check with the museum about having that dinosaur man attend the party?”           Harry nodded, recalling the conversation with the museum’s secretary, who promised Mr. Archie Ohlogist would attend Oliver’s third birthday party.  Oliver adored dinosaurs, and when Anne took Oliver to the museum, Mr. Archie Ohlogist informed Oliver about the dinosaurs through cheerful tunes.            “Why do you keep checking the itinerary? Why does our three-year-old’s birthday party have an itinerary?  We never stressed over his birthday before,” Harry mumbled, pressing his lips to Y/N’s shoulder.           Y/N huffed, pinching the bridge of her nose, “We never stressed over his birthday because he couldn’t remember them. Your grandmother told me that children begin remembering memories when they turn three.  I do not want Oliver’s first memory to be about the worst birthday party ever.  He will think we are the worst parents.”           Harry chuckled, slipping the laptop from Y/N’s grip, “Love, you are far from the worst parent.  Tomorrow, Oliver will have the best birthday.”           Y/N giggled, cupping Harry’s jaw, “I love you. What would I do without you?”           Harry’s smug grin spread across his face, “You would still be looking over that itinerary.  I love you too.”           Y/N pressed her lips onto Harry’s rosy lips, “We should go to bed.”           “Are you sure?  We can practice making Oliver a new sibling,” Harry purred, nuzzling his nose against Y/N’s warm neck.           Y/N giggled, pulling Harry’s head away from her neck, “No, Oliver expects pancakes in the morning, and he only eats daddy’s pancakes.”           Harry smirked, flicking the lamp’s switch until the darkness swallowed the room, “I can add chef onto my long list of talents.”           Y/N snorted, wrapping her arms around Harry’s waist while she nuzzled her head against Harry’s back, “I wish I listened when the fans warned me about your praise kink.”           Harry chuckled, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s knuckles before closing his eyes.  The comfortable silence returned, lulling the couple to sleep.  Harry’s warm body washed away the worries from Y/N’s dreams. *          *          *          *          *          *

          Tiny footsteps approached the white bedroom door.  Oliver clutched the stuffed lime-green dinosaur under one arm while his other hand twisted the doorknob.  He tiptoed toward the loud snores coming from Harry’s open mouth. Oliver reached up, poking Harry’s bare bicep until Harry startled awake.             “Hey, little man.  Happy birthday,” Harry croaked out, gripping Oliver’s small hips to lift him onto the mattress.           Oliver giggled, wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck, “Thank you, daddy.  Can we wake up mommy?”           Drool trailed down Y/N’s chin and onto the dark sheets.  Stray strands of hair covered her forehead while the rest tickled Harry’s arm.  Harry chuckled, glancing down at his beautiful wife’s fluttering eyelashes, “No, we better leave her asleep.  Are you excited about your party?”           Oliver nodded fervently, “Nana Anne and Aunt Gem are coming.”           Harry chuckled, tickling his son’s chubby stomach, “Do you love Aunt Gem more than me?”           Oliver squealed, squirming in Harry’s arms, “No, I love you because you’re my daddy.  I love Aunt Gem because she gives me chocolate.”           Harry nodded, “That is a good reason to love Aunt Gem.  Well, we need a proper breakfast to leave us energized for the party.  Should we eat oatmeal?”           Oliver scowled, sticking his pink tongue out to show his disgust.           Harry chuckled, cupping his jaw while acting as if he were deep in thought, “Hm, should we eat eggs?”           Oliver shook his head, pouting the more his father did not understand that he despised eggs.             Harry gasped, “What if we cooked pancakes?”           Oliver’s beaming grin spread across his face, “I want pancakes.”           Harry’s smile dropped, resulting in Oliver’s smile falling too, “We could make pancakes, but I can’t cook them alone.  I need two helpers, one person for mixing, and one person for reading the recipe.”           Oliver grinned, glancing down at the dinosaur still under his arm, “Theo and I can help you, daddy.”           “Theo the dinosaur can read?” Harry wondered aloud.           Oliver nodded, “He helps me read big books with mommy.”           Harry chuckled, “Okay, well, we better start on the pancakes.”           Harry carried the two tiny chefs toward the kitchen, where the pancake mix awaited Harry’s arrival.  Harry placed Oliver onto the gray marble counters while he scooped coffee grounds into the black coffeemaker.  A shocked gasp parted his lips when his eyes noticed the heavy rain trampling the freshly planted roses.  Yesterday, Harry and Y/N built sandpits, which contained plastic bones and treasure that the children could dig through during the party.  How could Oliver and his friends dig through the muddy sand and the rain? *          *          *          *          *          *

          Oliver dipped the thin pancake inside the syrup pool that he poured without Harry’s help.  Harry grinned, watching his son bounce his head from side to side while chewing the pancake.  Harry sipped the plain coffee and helped Oliver wipe the syrup rolling down his arm. Y/N shuffled into the kitchen, smiling widely at her son’s dimpled grin.           “Happy birthday.  Did daddy make you pancakes?” Y/N asked, pressing a kiss atop Oliver’s curly, brown locks.           Oliver nodded, pressing his sticky lips against Y/N’s cheek, “I like when daddy cooks pancakes because they don’t taste bad.”           Y/N giggled, rolling her eyes playfully, “You burn the pancakes once, and now, your son thinks you can’t cook.”           Y/N wiped the dried syrup off Oliver’s cheeks while ignoring Oliver’s complaints about being cleaned.  She decided she could wash the syrup off during Oliver’s bath.  She shuffled across the kitchen, wrapping her arms around Harry’s shoulders.           “Good morning, I missed you,” She whispered, pressing her lips onto Harry’s shoulder.           Harry spun around, smiling at his wife’s stunning smile, “I missed you too.”           Y/N giggled, brushed her lips along Harry’s soft lips.  Harry captured Y/N’s lips between his, allowing her to taste the mixture of syrup and coffee on his breath.  Y/N smiled, breaking the kiss before Oliver whined with disgust.             “Are you excited about your party?” Y/N asked, looking through the fogged kitchen window.           Y/N’s smile dropped the minute she spotted the rain pouring from the dark gray clouds hung above the neighborhood.  Her panicked mind roared over Oliver’s cheerful response.  Y/N and Harry planned the outdoor birthday party, without purchasing any inside activities, in case the weather turned their back on them like today.             Y/N spun around, noticing Harry’s sympathetic frown, “Have you checked the weather?”          Harry nodded, “The weatherman doesn’t see the rain stopping anytime soon.”           Y/N frowned, “We should cancel the party.”           Harry’s eyes widened, which led him toward Y/N’s tense figure, “Hey, it will be okay.  We can host the party inside.  I can go purchase a few games for the guests.  Oliver will still have the best birthday ever.”           Y/N smiled, hugging Harry’s sturdy figure, “I love you.  I will bath Oliver while you go to the shops.”           Harry nodded, kissing Y/N’s forehead before exiting the kitchen.  Y/N calmed her nervous heart with a few deep breathes before focusing her attention on the grinning little boy.  Oliver dipped his fingers inside the syrup pool, then dragged his fingers along the marble counters.  Y/N groaned, canceling Oliver’s art time by freeing him from the high chair.  She carried Oliver into the bathroom with the hope that the birthday could be saved. *          *          *          *          *          *

          Harry loaded the board game boxes into the sleek black car’s trunk.  He slipped the thin phone from his pocket, typing a new message to Y/N. Hey love, I bought enough board games for the party.  I’m heading home -H. The car’s engine roared to life while Harry skipped through radio stations.  Harry’s rings slapped against the steering wheel to the catchy beat.  An incoming call interrupted the radio host’s laser hair removal ad.           “Hello?” Harry answered, turning the radio down.           “Hello, is this Mr. Styles, this is Elizabeth with the museum,” The young girl mumbled softly.           Harry frowned, “Yes, this is Mr. Styles. Is there a problem?”           “I’m afraid there is a problem.  You hired Mr. Archie Ohlogist for your son’s birthday; however, Mr. Archie Ohlogist called in sick with the flu,” The young girl mumbled through fear.           Harry’s knuckles turned white from the grip around his steering wheel.  He promised Y/N that Oliver’s birthday party would happen without any problems, but here they were without the main entertainment.  Harry thanked the young girl for informing him, but his heart sunk when he pulled into the driveway.  He dropped the board games near the front door and kicked the wet loafers from his feet. His ears caught Y/N and Oliver singing along with Mr. Archie Ohlogist’s dinosaur rap album, which only worsened the churning in Harry’s stomach.  Harry trudged upstairs until he entered Oliver’s clean room.  Y/N buttoned Oliver’s salmon pink pants that she paired with Oliver’s black and white dinosaur shirt.  Y/N spotted Harry, shooting him a grin that faded once she spotted the pain in his eyes.           “Oli, I need to talk to your father.  Can you stay in here?” Y/N asked, wiping the stray curls from his eyes.           Oliver nodded, walking across the room toward the toybox filled with costumes and toys.  Y/N followed Harry into the hallway, where Oliver couldn’t hear the bad news.           “What happened? Y/N asked, crossing her arms across her chest.           Harry frowned, “Mr. Archie canceled on us. He caught the flu, so he won’t be here.”           Y/N shook her head, “Are you joking?  I can deal with rain, but now, the one person that our son wanted at his birthday party will not be here?  What will I tell him?  He will remember this birthday as the one where he wanted Mr. Archie, and we surprised him with some knock-off instead.”           Harry chuckled, wrapping his arms around his wife’s tense figure, “Hey, it will be okay.  One year, I asked my mom for batman pajamas, and she surprised me with spider man pajamas.  I didn’t get what I wanted for my birthday, but that didn’t matter because I got a gift while other kids never got gifts.  Our son will be okay.”           Y/N nodded, pressing her lips onto Harry’s lips, “I love you.  Will you tell Oli about the change of plans?”           Harry nodded, heading inside Oliver’s room while Y/N jogged downstairs.  She listened to Harry and Oliver sing Harry’s album while she cleaned around the living room. Her heart reassured her that Oliver would remember this birthday with positive memories. *          *          *          *          *          *

          The doorbell’s chime informed Oliver’s eager heart that one of his guests arrived.  A squeal bubbled past Oliver’s lips while his tiny hands shoved past Harry’s long legs. Oliver’s small feet carried him faster than the wind toward the front door.           “Who is it?” Oliver sang, reaching for the handle.           A muffled giggle slipped through the door, “Oli, it’s Aunt Gemma and Nana Anne.”           Oliver trusted the voice behind the door, but before his fingers could twist the knob, Harry’s booming voice startled Oliver’s hands away, “Oliver Styles, what have mommy and I told you about opening the door for strangers.”           Oliver pouted, facing his father’s furrowed eyebrows, “Aunt Gem told me that it was her.”           Harry frowned, scooping his son into his arms, “I understand, but that person behind the door could lie to you.  You should wait for mommy or daddy to open the door.”           Harry swung the door open, inviting his sister, his sister’s boyfriend, and his mother into the warm house.  Anne, Gemma, and Michal ditched their soggy shoes and dripping umbrellas.             “How is my birthday boy?” Anne asked, stealing Oliver from Harry’s arms.           Oliver giggled, dodging Anne’s lips that pressed kisses across his soft face, “I’m well.  Nana, did you see the rain?”           Anne nodded, “I did see the rain.  I’m glad that we are inside, so we don’t get sick.”           Oliver nodded eagerly, making everyone laugh from his antics, which caused him to crack more jokes.  Anne grinned, recalling moments when a three-year-old Harry performed music for his grandparents to bring smiles to their faces. She couldn’t believe how much Oliver acted like Harry did growing up.             “Can I hold the birthday boy?” Gemma asked, reaching for Oliver.           Anne grinned, passing a beaming Oliver toward Gemma.  Anne followed everyone into the living room, where she greeted Y/N and Harry without the toddler in her arms.  Gemma plopped herself and Oliver onto the black couch beside Michal.           “Do you feel old?” Gemma asked, poking Oliver’s dimple that all the Styles inherited.           Oliver giggled, shaking his head, “I’m still a baby.  Did you bring chocolate?”           “Oliver, we do not ask other people for candy,” Y/N warned the now pouting Oliver.          Gemma grinned, “It’s okay, Y/N.  I know that my nephew isn’t a mean kid.  He happens to be the sweetest little boy ever, and that is why Uncle Michal and I brought you some chocolate.”           Oliver cheered, yanking the chocolate bar from Gemma’s hands, “Thank you.”           Gemma nodded, admiring the way Michal helped Oliver unwrap the chocolate bar.  Harry grinned, wrapping his arm across Y/N’s shoulders.           “Thank you for giving our child sugar.  I can’t wait until you and Michal have children so I can fill them up with sugar,” Harry chuckled at Gemma’s playful glare.           Anne rolled her eyes, laughing softly at her children, “Y/N, they never grow up.  They can be twenty-something, and still, act like children.”           Y/N giggled, pressing her lips to Harry’s cheek, “Trust me, sometimes I feel like I have two children rather than one. When we go grocery shopping, Harry and Oliver whine until I let them leave for frozen yogurt while I finish the shopping.”           Harry pouted, crossing his arms over his chest, biting back the smile that threatened to unravel when everyone laughed.           Y/N pressed her lips against Harry’s dimple, “I’m kidding.  I love you.”           A dazed smile replaced Harry’s pout as he admired Y/N’s beauty, “I love you too.”           “Aunt Gemma, can we play hide and seek?” Oliver asked, wiping his chocolate-covered hands onto his t-shirt.           Gemma agreed, cleaning Oliver’s hands with a nearby napkin.  Gemma counted while Oliver and Michal searched for hiding places.  Y/N, Harry, and Anne watched Oliver play while they discussed recent events.  Y/N’s eyes noticed the clock ticking the time away, which left her wondering where the rest of Oliver’s guests were. *          *          *          *          *          *

          The messages flooded Y/N and Harry’s phones.  Adam and his family couldn’t attend the party because one of Adam’s kids caught the flu.  Oliver’s preschool friend, Danny, couldn’t attend the party because his mother couldn’t drive through the heavy rain.  Another friend would not attend the party because the parents did not get off work early. The guest list slowly dwindled until the only guests were the three guests, who were currently dancing with Oliver. Y/N huffed, pinching the bridge of her nose while Harry mumbled reassuring messages into Y/N’s tense shoulders.           “Hey, Oliver doesn’t care about the guests. Look how much fun he is having with my family,” Harry mumbled, peppering kisses up Y/N’s neck.           Y/N shrank from Harry’s lips, “Harry, I do not need your positivity right now.  What will Oliver remember from this birthday?  Nobody showed up, his parents failed to book his favorite dinosaur man, and we could not celebrate outside because of the rain.”           “The party might not fit our expectations, but our son loves the party.  He doesn’t need sandpits, tons of guests, and the dinosaur man for his birthday because we taught our son that all he needs is his family.  We did not fail our son, and we are not bad parents.  I love you, but I need you to stop worrying about Oliver’s memories.  I can barely remember shit from when I was three,” Harry firm lips and furrowed brows presented his stern message.           Y/N frowned, “I apologize for freaking out about the birthday party.  I want the best for Oliver, and I took things negatively when they didn’t work out with my plan.”           Harry captured Y/N’s lips with his own, pulling her body closer until their chests were flush against each other. Y/N smiled, wrapping her arms around Harry’s neck while Harry’s tongue explored her warm mouth.  Her fingers raked through his short curly hair, which brought Harry’s soft groans out.             “Oi, I didn’t visit your house to watch you two make out.  You better pull that roasted chicken from the oven before it burns,” Gemma scolded the blushing couple.           Y/N lowered her head, tearing away from Harry’s arms to grab the chicken from the oven.  Harry chuckled, catching his breath while avoiding his sister’s disgusted expression.  Gemma poured the sparkling red wine into glasses, holding back the laughter that stemmed from her brother and sister-in-law’s embarrassed grins.           “Well, I will leave you two to finish dinner. I pray that you focus on the food this time rather than one another’s mouths.  Your son is starving,” Gemma joked, shooting Y/N a wink before disappearing from the kitchen.           Y/N rolled her eyes, smirking at Harry’s flushed cheeks, “We are never making out with your family here again.”           Harry gasped, “Why not?  Gemma doesn’t care if we make out.  She’s lucky that she walked in on us making out, rather than us fucking.”           Y/N’s eyes widened, “Harry, your mother is in the next room.  Could you be any more vulgar?”           Harry smirked, pressing his palms against the cool marble counter, “I could, would you like to see it?”           Y/N chuckled, rolling her eyes, “Shut up, and help me carry the food into the dining room.”           Harry nodded, slapping his wife’s butt before grabbing the mashed potato dish from the counter.  Y/N rolled her eyes playfully before following Harry with the roasted chicken dish.  After the couple placed the dishes onto the dining room table, the family gathered around the table for the birthday feast.  Oliver munched on his favorite meal, roasted chicken with mashed potatoes and peas.  He finished the meal with the thought of birthday cake lurking within his mind. *          *          *          *          *          *

          “Happy birthday to you,” Everyone sang, watching Oliver’s dimpled grin grow wider with each verse.           Oliver’s eyes flickered between his singing family and the dinosaur-themed cake.  The brown frosting mimicked mud puddles that the plastic dinosaurs walked through.  The green frosting mimicked the grassy field where fondant trees grew.  Once everyone hit the last note, Oliver inhaled deeply, puffing his cheeks out before blowing onto the three rainbow candles.  He repeated the action until he extinguished all three candles.  Everyone clapped while Harry sliced the cake into individual slices.  Oliver licked his lips, poking his fork into the spongey chocolate cake.           “Who made the cake?” Anne asked, eating around the sugary icing.           Y/N grinned, wiping green frosting from Oliver’s eyebrow, “I found a local bakery that specializes in children’s cakes. The lady met with me and Oliver, where she sketched out Oliver’s dream cake.”           “That’s awesome.  The cake tastes delicious.  Do you like it, Oli?” Michal asked, chuckling when his nephew nodded through his mouthful of cake.           “Oliver isn’t the type to refuse any cake,” Harry informed his family.           Y/N giggled, nodding her head, “One time, Oliver visited my grandfather’s house, where he found my grandfather’s carrot cake.  The cake contained more carrot than actual spice cake, but Oliver finished every crumb and even licked the plate.”           Oliver chuckled as if he couldn’t believe the silly story.  The table erupted into laughter, which only increased Oliver’s giggles.  Once Oliver finished his slice of birthday cake, Y/N and Harry knew Oliver had an hour of energy left until he crashed.  If the couple waited any longer to unwrap presents, then Oliver would grow cranky from the need for sleep. *          *          *          *          *          *

          Oliver’s small hands ripped the sparkly green wrapping paper from the box.  Harry knelt beside his son’s small frame.  He helped Oliver rip the stubborn wrapping paper from the white box.  Once Oliver tore off the final piece of wrapping paper, he opened the white box, which contained gray and red dinosaur pajamas.           “A new set of dinosaur pajamas.  What do we say to Nana Anne?” Y/N asked, patting Oliver’s back.           Oliver smiled, toddling toward Anne’s open arms, “Thank you, Nana Anne.”           “You’re welcome, my sweet boy.  I also brought you a second gift,” Anne mumbled, pressing her lips against Oliver’s forehead.           Oliver returned to the pile of gifts, where he found Anne’s second gift.  He tore the box open, revealing two new stuffed animals.  Oliver squealed, dropping the gray dinosaur for the pastel pink unicorn.  Last week, Anne visited the shops with Oliver and Y/N.  In the toy store, Oliver stumbled past pink and blue princess costumes toward the pastel pink unicorn.  Anne purchased the toy without Oliver’s knowledge, while Y/N showed him the new costumes.           “What’s her name?” Harry asked, rubbing his son’s back.           Oliver snorted, “Daddy, Ron isn’t a girl.”           Harry chuckled, nodding fervently, “Right, I apologize.  Men can like the color pink too.  Does Ron like the color pink?”           Oliver grinned, “He loves the color pink.”           Gemma and Michal purchased Oliver a new racecar set.  Harry and Y/N showered Oliver with multiple gifts that ranged from new outfits created by Harry’s stylists, toys, children books, and costumes that ranged from pink feather boas to a miniature Elvis costume.  Oliver thanked everyone for the gifts with a hug and a kiss.  Gemma lifted Oliver onto the couch, where he snuggled into her side while Harry and Y/N cleaned up the piles of torn wrapping paper.  Y/N glanced up from the sparkly paper toward her son’s drooping eyes.             “He’s going to sleep good tonight,” Michal whispered, chuckling when Oliver’s head jerked backward startling him awake.           Harry hummed in agreement, “Oli, what do you say that we give you a bath and put you in your new pajamas?”           Oliver shook his head, burying his face further into Gemma’s side.  Gemma smiled, rubbing Oliver’s back.           “We can bath him tomorrow.  He didn’t make a total mess with the cake,” Y/N mumbled, cutting the tags from Oliver’s outfits.           Harry nodded, “Okay, Gem, do you mind holding him for a bit longer?  Y/N and I want to clean the kitchen before we go to bed.”           “I don’t mind.  I love cuddling with my nephew,” Gemma promised, wrapping her arm around Oliver.           “I can help you two,” Anne whispered, following Y/N and Harry into the kitchen.             The excitement quieted down the minute Oliver’s tiny snores echoed throughout the silent living room.  Gemma and Michal cuddled with Oliver while Y/N, Harry, and Anne cleaned the kitchen from dinner.   *          *          *          *          *          *

          “You have a real special kid.  Call us anytime you two need a babysitter,” Gemma hugged Y/N and Harry.           “Thank you for coming.  You three gave Oliver a birthday that he won’t forget,” Y/N mumbled, hugging Anne, Gemma, and Michal.           Y/N took Oliver’s sleeping figure from Harry’s sturdy arms.  She carried the heavy toddler toward his bedroom.  Harry’s heart fluttered, and a smile spread across his face as he watched his wife carry their son toward the room.  Once Y/N disappeared into the dark hallway, Harry faced his smirking family.           “Harry, you are blessed.  Y/N is an incredible mother and wife, and Oliver is such an angel.  I hope you cherish them,” Anne reminded Harry.           Harry nodded, hugging his mother, who never became used to Harry’s lifestyle.  She often reminded him about the day when a sixteen-year-old Harry entered the world of fame forever.  Now that Oliver entered the world, Harry understood the sorrow yet pride that she felt. Harry hoped Oliver chased his dreams, but he would struggle to let him travel across the world at sixteen.           “I love you, mom,” Harry pressed a kiss to Anne’s temple.           Anne pecked Harry’s nose, “I love you too. I hope you three have a wonderful night.”           Harry waved goodbye as the car drove off down the narrow streets.  Harry closed the front door, tiptoeing toward Oliver’s bedroom, where he heard Oliver gushing about his birthday party.  Oliver’s groggy voice mumbled incoherent praises while Y/N tucked him into the blue sheets.           “Thank you, mommy, for the best birthday ever,” Oliver whispered, shutting his eyes.           Y/N smiled, pecking Oliver’s forehead, “You’re welcome.  I love you, Oli.  Sleep tight.”           Y/N flicked the lamp switch off and maneuvered past the toys strewn across the floor.  A squeal flew past her lips the minute she closed Oliver’s bedroom door and found Harry standing there.  Harry chuckled, dodging his wife’s soft slaps as she calmed her breathing.           “What did Oli say?” Harry asked, tugging his wife toward their bedroom.           Y/N grinned, “He thanked us for his birthday party.”           Harry tutted, shuffling across the bedroom toward their bed, “No, I heard him thank you.  You saved the day.”           Y/N shook her head, walking until Harry tumbled backward onto the bed, “We saved the day.  I couldn’t do it without you being there to calm me down.  You were right.  Everything would be okay.”           Y/N straddled Harry’s waist, admiring the way the moonlight splashed across his face.  Her eyes traced the freckles dotted around his tan skin until they landed on his rosy lips.  She lowered her head, brushing her lips against Harry’s stubbly jaw.           Harry groaned, “I love when you tell me that I was right.  Can you say it again?”           “You were right,” Y/N purred, trailing her lips down Harry’s neck.           Harry chuckled darkly, “I love you.”           “I love you too.  I also think you were right about practicing for making another baby. Maybe we should start practicing,” Y/N sat up, searching Harry’s eyes for disapproval.           A wide grin unraveled across Harry’s face, “Yeah?  You want another baby with me?”           Y/N nodded, biting back the dazed grin, “I want more children with you.”           Harry giggled, pressing his lips onto Y/N’s lips.  The couple shared urgent kisses as if each kiss might be their last.  Y/N’s heart fluttered from Harry’s excitement and the feeling of his lips on hers.  Later that night, Y/N and Harry discussed their hopes for the future.  Harry and Y/N couldn’t wait until another baby entered their lives.

#mine #writing #story #fanfiction #fanfic #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #one direction #one direction imagine #one direction imagines #1d #1d imagines #1d imagine

[desiringparadise]

Hi, I know this gonna sound weird but I'm here thanks to A03, I read "It's A Terrible Love And I'm Walking With Spiders" again (idk why), Let me tell you something: It's fantastic. But I realized that you haven't update for four or five years, well I'm not gonna ask you to do it, that's in you, but I'd like to ask something, could you tell me what was the plan with tha fic, and how will it end, just a summary because I'm dying in my curiosity, well only few words left, so thanks and be careful

Omgggg thank you!!! It isn’t weird at all, I sometimes re-read old unfinished fics too because they stuck with me for some odd reason. I was at a bad mental space when I wrote this story and I feel like my issues manifested in the atmosphere of the story. Maybe readers can relate to some of it?

As to how the story was supposed to end. I didn’t remember and I actually had to look through my old notebook lol. I actually found the unfinished fifth chapter in my folders, so I’ll post it here.

Keep in mind that I wrote this in November 2016 and I never finished editing it. I didn’t post it because I was unsatisfied with the result. I’d rate it T/M.

Chapter 5

Miserable, Stiles focused on the silhouette of naked feet, his eyes never straying any higher. Luckily, the shower glass was milky, so even if he couldn’t have resisted satisfying his own curiosity, he wouldn’t actually have seen much.

After the Sheriff had left, Theo had asked to take a shower. Stiles had let him under the condition that the door would remain open and Theo under Stiles’ scrutiny. Under no circumstances would he have let the other boy roam around in his house without checking what he was up to. There were meds in the cupboard, something he wouldn’t risk leaving him alone with.

Unsurprisingly, Theo hadn’t objected. “Be my guest,” he’d said instead, an extra smarmy grin on his face.

That’s why Stiles was sitting against the wall, knees drawn to his chest while trying not to fall asleep. The sound of water spraying had become lulling white noise, making it hard to keep his eyes open. Maybe he should take some Adderall to shake off the drowsiness. It wasn’t like he would get any sleep tonight anyway. Not while knowing that Theo Raeken was under the same roof as him.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when the spray of water stopped, the shower door opened, and Theo stepped out without an ounce of hesitation. You’d think he’d at least pretend to be a little embarrassed about showing his naked body.

Not that Theo should be ashamed, Stiles realized. He had known before that the other boy was built, but the naked view of him - well, he couldn’t lie, it was a sight to behold. Perfect, unreal. The shoulders, the arms, the chest – everything about him was broad without being too bulky. His flawless skin only added to the look of a retouched Men’s Health cover shoot. Stiles felt entranced to follow his abs, down to the wonderfully defined V of his hips, before stopping himself. Yeah, he had just seen Theo’s dick, it had been kinda inevitable, but there was no reason to scrutinize it any further. None.

Quickly, he moved his gaze up to look at Theo’s face instead, the usual smirk somehow looking even more smarmy than usual.

“Like what you see?”

The question was so cliché, just like this whole goddamn scenario, that Stiles felt the desperate need to break the spell.

“I prefer chest hair.”

For the first time since Theo had arrived in Beacon Hills, he was dumbfounded. It left Stiles feeling satisfied, before his face froze, his heartbeat quickening. Did he just seriously tell Theo that he was interested in men? He resisted the urge to smack his palm against his face.

Theo did the unexpected and actually came up with an answer.

“I could let it grow, if you wanted me to.”

Stiles squinted. “What the hell would you do that for?”

Theo shrugged his broad shoulder, still unperturbed by his own nudity. “Just trying to win you over, that’s all.”

Stiles rolled his eyes, finally rising up and to look at Theo’s face and ignore everything that was going on below. “Well, your lack of chest hair wasn’t the deciding factor that kept me on the other side. Why don’t you put on a towel?”

“Don’t have one,” Theo answered with an innocent smile.

Stiles sighed and motioned for the other boy to follow as he walked to his room. When he opened the door, he felt uncomfortable letting a naked Theo into his personal space. Hurriedly, he drew the curtains and searched for a large towel in the cupboard. When he found one, he threw it over to Theo without sparing him another look.

“Can you borrow me some clothes?”

Stiles was inclined to say no, let Theo sleep in his uncomfortable jeans instead. There was something strange about giving Theo his clothes to wear. But he wasn’t sure when his father would return from the station. When the man arrived, he would go through the living room and see Theo who’d be sleeping on the coach.

He sighed and searched his closet for something that’d fit. Theo wasn’t taller, but much broader than him. (Un)fortunately, Stiles usually wore clothes that were a few sizes too big anyway. He found some sweats. He was painfully reminded that Theo wouldn’t be wearing underwear underneath. No way he’d be wearing those pants before washing them at least five times.

“Long or short sleeves?”

“Don’t need a shirt.”

Stiles frowned, pulling his too long sleeves even further down. “It’s freezing.”

Theo grinned. “I’m running hot. Want to see it for yourself?”

Stiles rolled his eyes and walked past him. “Whatever, I’ll be fixing you the coach.”

Theo followed him in an easy stride. He didn’t even seem a little uncomfortable to casually stroll through a stranger’s home without a shirt on. Completely relaxed, he sunk into the coach and watched Stiles as he spread clean sheets over the sofa.

“Do your parents know you’re staying over?” Stiles couldn’t even remember the Raekens’ faces anymore.

“Sent them a text.”

Stiles nodded, too tired to investigate any further.

.

Except he was unable to fall asleep. For about roughly an hour he had been tossing and turning, his anxiety back at it again although he had forewent his Adderall. Then, for a couple of minutes, he stayed still, not moving a muscle while waiting to hear any sounds come from downstairs.

But there was only silence.

About half an hour ago, his eyes started tearing up from exhaustion. It was annoying. He wasn’t really crying, but the stream of tears didn’t stop. Now his eyes were swollen and aching.

He was unable to come to rest. He took a deep breath. Maybe if he’d open the door and take a proper listen, he’d finally relax. Feeling ridiculous, left the warmth of his bed and softly padded towards his door. But he was only met with frustratingly familiar silence.

He sighed and returned to bed when- Wait, was that a sound? He froze and listened, eyes wide open as if waiting for an assault. Looking down, he noticed that he had stepped on a creaking floor board. The noise could have come from him. But what if it hadn’t?

He shook his head. He was being paranoid, utterly ridiculous… Yet, what if there had been something? He took a deep breath and held it, wanting his heart beat to slow. Okay, he’d go outside again, just this once, and take a look around house, and most importantly, check whether Theo was doing something sketchy.

He left his room, slowly descending the stairs. From here, Theo’s form was still, he seemed to be sleeping. Just to be sure, he told himself as he gradually closed the distance between them. He stopped just before the sofa and leaned down to inspect his face. His eyes were closed and his breathing was calm. Everything about him indicated to be asleep.

But the ugly voice of his paranoia ordered him to look more closely, check whether Theo wasn’t faking it.

Suddenly Theo’s eyes were wide open, an unnatural light shining in them. Stiles startled. He stumbled backwards, his feet hit agianst the coffee table, and he fell on his ass.

“Stiles?” Theo blinked, the strange light in his eyes gone. Had he imagined it? He must have, there was no other explanation for it. He was going crazy. “Why are you up? Did something happen?” His voice was groggy from asleep, but otherwise he seemed alert.

Stiles felt ridiculous. His thought process hadn’t made any sense to begin with, spoken out loud, they’d sound like he’d lost his mind. This paranoia, it wasn’t normal. He liked to tell himself that it was the Adderall, the ADHD, but when he was honest with himself, he knew it was him. He was fucking crazy. No wonder he didn’t have any friends, no wonder Erica had ditched him the first chance she got. He wouldn’t be his own friend either. There was nothing to gain from this cynical, insecure, anxious mess that he was.

His uneven breath catch in his throat, the last drop for his straying nerves. His mind collapsed in itself and he pathetically started to cry.

If Theo hadn’t been awake then, he probably was now. He stumbled out of the sheets and approached Stiles, putting both hands on his shoulders. His eyes were wide with concern. “Hey- hey, Stiles, come on. What happened? Did you hurt yourself?”

Stiles shook his head, his chest heaving with sobs. He was such a goddamn mess. The more he wanted to force himself to calm down, the more he worked himself up. The rational part of his mind told him that this wouldn’t pass until he calmed down. But he was too upset and Theo’s presence made everything worse. He wanted to crawl into a hole and wait till the panic was over.

But he knew that wasn’t possible. “I can’t sleep,” he managed to ground out between the ugly sniffing and sobbing.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

Stiles snorted, as if Theo’s suggestion had been completely ridiculous. Actually, it wasn’t that far off the truth though. He had nightmares, more often so recently. To some of them he woke up silently, heavily breathing, the panic constrained in his chest, but without a sound. Sometimes he screamed. But only his father knew that.

“No. I just – I can’t sleep with you here, not knowing what you’re doing.”

He expected Theo to be confused, demand an explanation, maybe even laugh. Instead he said, “I could go.”

“What?” He shook his head. “No.” How would he explain that to his father? He wouldn’t be able to stand another discussion with him about seeing a professional about his problems. Yes, he had problems, he knew that – but none some shrink could help him with. The only thing he had going for him was that he wasn’t labeled crazy by the public yet. “You’re staying,” he said with finality.

For a while, there was silence. Theo must be put off by Stiles acting like a freaking lunatic. Any normal person would’ve left by now. Hell, he would’ve ran out the house if the roles were reversed. Instead Theo asked, “Do you have any handcuffs?”

For a few seconds, Stiles didn’t say a word. But when he had finally gathered himself- “What the fuck?”

“Real ones,” the other boy recuperated nonchalantly.

“Why in the hell would you-“

“Because, obviously, I’m kinky, if you haven’t guessed it by now,” Theo answered rolling his eyes. Stiles wasn’t sure whether that had been a joke. “”You wanna sleep or what? Go get me some handcuffs.”

Normally, he wouldn’t have obeyed simply on principle, but he was curious where this would go. And as he rummaged through the drawer, where he knew his father kept a spare pair of handcuffs, he realized that the suffocating panic in his chest was gone.

“Now I’ll go outside and you hide the keys somewhere,” Theo ordered. Stiles wanted to question him, but before he could, Theo had already left the house, still shirtless in the cold night. Not knowing what else to do, Stiles went up to his room and hid the little key in his pill bottle.

When he opened the door for Theo to enter, he didn’t seem affected by the freezing weather. There weren’t even any goosebumps on his skin.

“All done?” Theo asked, the blue-green eyes open and honest. Stiles nodded.

Unceremoniously, Theo cuffed his own wrists together.

Stiles stared. “Okay… What is this about?”

The boy shook his wrist, the metal of the cuffs making clinking sounds. “See? I won’t be able to do much without you hearing. No need to worry about what I’m doing. So are we taking the bed or the couch?”

Stiles should be horrified, but frankly, the plan made sense. It could actually work. And really? It was some crazy shit that he would’ve come up with. The sort of solution that people would raise their brows at but that would actually work. “How do I know you won’t do anything to me while I sleep?”

Theo rolled his eyes. “Stiles, no offense, but if I wanted to harm you, I wouldn’t have to wait until you’re asleep. You’re not exactly what I’d call a physical challenge.”

Fair enough...

“There is no way we’d fit on the couch.”

.

Stiles had ordered Theo to lay on the side of the bed that faced the wall so that there would be no chance of leaving the bed without alerting Stiles. Theo was happy to lie on his side and watch the other boy’s peaceful face. For once, his breathing was even, but he was still twitching and moving in his sleep, restless, even in his most relaxed moments.

When they had first lain down, Theo had feigned sleep. He knew that Stiles wouldn’t have been able to calm down if Theo had openly watched him. Now though, he stare at him to his heart’s content. He’d watched Stiles without his knowledge before. There were some perfect angles from the outside from which you could see Stiles rummaging in the kitchen. Sometimes he forgot to draw the curtains and Theo could catch glimpses of his sleeping form.

But in never had been like this. Stiles, only an arm’s length away, the ever-present scent of anxiousness enveloping him.

He mumbled something in his sleep, tossed and turned and eventually scooted closer to Theo. It probably was due to Stiles’ weird sleeping positions and the unconscious urge to scoot towards warmth, but nonetheless, Thep was elated when the boy’s head almost touched his chest. He could feel his breath on his naked skin.

Theo wondered whether he could get away with stroking his hair, just running his fingers through the dark hair for once, but he refrained. He still was desperately trying to get Stiles to trust him.

At first glance, Stiles seemed like easy prey. He was isolated and defenseless. He should’ve soaked up all of Theo’s affections and begged for more. But Theo had underestimated him vastly. Stiles wasn’t playing hard to get, he simply was too smart to fall for something as simple as charm.

It only made Theo want him even more. Stiles would be the perfect person to stand by his side. Clever, loyal, and absolutely ruthless.

But he had to get Stiles to trust him first. The boy couldn’t see it yet, but once all circumstances molded to Theo’s wishes, Stiles would find himself in a much happier place. Theo just had to give him a nudge into the right direction and make him realize how much of a glorious team they could be under Theo’s rule.

His father was the only important person in Stile’s life. Eventually, Theo would insert himself as a part of his life. Stiles was his centre already, now he had to make himself Stiles’ centre.

.

This is were this document ended. I think I planned to end this chapter at this point. I hadn’t planned the future chapters in every detail, but here’s how I planned for the story to roughly go:

Stiles and Theo were supposed to get closer, Theo eventually gaining Stiles’ trust and helping him over his issues with anxiety. They’d slowly become friends, but their relationship would always have a sexual undertone because it’d always been clear that Theo wanted to be more than friends. The sexual tension would escalate and they’d hook up and become an official item.

They would share a toxic dynamic. While Theo is devoted to Stiles, he’s also extremely controlling and possessive. He would watch Stiles, trying to keep constant tabs on what he was doing, going through his phone, getting pissed when Stiles was acting friendly with anyone. They would have big fights over this in which Theo would tell Stiles that he cares too much for him to just let him be.

While Stiles would know that this is an extremely unhealthy relationship that can’t end well, some part of him (the part that had been ignored by the people around him for all his life and was starving for a semblance of affection) loved that he was this important to Theo. And while his relationship was anything but normal, he liked that he got to experience something as normal as having a boyfriend, something he’d never envisioned before.

So they’d have fights, Theo would apologize with some grand gesture, and Stiles wouldn’t be able to stay mad (because some part of him wasn’t actually mad at all). This pattern would repeat itself.

Meanwhile, Scott and his friends would try to make Stiles see reason. By now, they would’ve noticed Theo’s and Stiles’ dynamic because of how explosive Theo can get in public once his jealousy is triggered. Stiles, however, can’t stand Scott and his friends to begin with. He thinks that nobody but his father and Theo, in his own twisted way, cares about him and that they’re only trying to provoke Theo through Stiles.

I don’t think the whole Dread-Doctors thing had been all the way revealed when I was plotting this, so they wouldn’t have been included in this story. But eventually, some danger would befall Beacon Hills again. Amidst everything, everyone’s supernatural identity would be revealed to Stiles. He’d feel vindicated to have his suspicions finally confirmed. He and Theo would work together on overcoming whatever enemy they’d be facing off against. 

At some point during all of this, Theo’s behaviour would escalate and would cause something disastrous to happen. Someone would be killed. Stiles can finally no longer ignore Theo’s issues as he fights his desire to stay with Theo against his morals. He’d tell Theo that they needed a break.

Theo would beg him not to break it off, promise to change, and confess his love. Though Stiles would know that Theo wouldn’t really change because of the numerous times he’s promised before, he’d be too moved by Theo’s confession to resist. Eventually, he’d decide be selfish and put his own wants before the needs of others. He’d decide that he’d rather have his toxic, obsessive, passionate relationship with Theo, than to return to the bleak void that he was in before Theo entered his life.

Eventually, they’d graduate and move away to live in some big city like L.A. or NYC. 

The End.

#now you know what i mean when i say i was in a bad headspace when i wrote this lol #steo #my writing #messages #it's a terrible love #teen wolf

[lianadrayton]

**CURRENTLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION 11/19**

UPDATED: NOVEMBER 19th, 2020

@tupeloextras

KANE // 24 // SHE/HER // EST

DISCORD: whiskey#6583

I work nights so my replies on the dash and in discord are kind of all over the place time-wise

I am irresponsible so here is a 3rd I said I’d never have

LIANA DRAYTON-CRAWFORD

Full Name: Liana Selene Drayton-Crawford 

Nickname(s): Lia, Duchess 

Birthday: July 5th, 1978 (42) 

Hometown: Chanute, Kansas

Education: Bachelor of Science in Chemistry with a minor in Biochemistry from Northeastern University

Occupation: Waitress at Red’s Diner

Faceclaim: Amy Adams

Content Warning(s):

Divorce, Emotional Manipulation/Abuse (Implied), Cheating, 

BACKGROUND:

Liana was born & raised in Chanute, Kansas to young parents (18, 19) who had no concept of the amount of work it took to raise a child

She was raised on hard work, thrift shops, and Sunday mass by her maternal grandparents as her parents never stepped up to the plate to try their hand in raising their daughter

Already absent in much of her life, the couple broke up in their mid-20′s and her father moved to Washington state and was not heard from after that point 

Her mother never ended up going to college and ended up marrying a lineman and moved away against the wishes of her parents, officially leaving Liana behind with her grandparents

Though her parental situation was different her life with her grandparents was great

They may have been some of the poorest people in the already poor, little midwestern town.. but they were all rich in love which was what mattered the most 

The moment that Liana could get a job she did and her first job was working in a local flower shop and then moved to picking up shifts at the diner 

All of the money she made went to help her grandparents with bills even though they would protest and downright refuse her offer to help. Liana would often secretly go and pay off some small bills anyway behind their backs to help 

Anything extra of Liana’s that could be spared was saved so she could purchase a car. Her first vehicle was a 1985 Ford Escort (9 years old by the time of purchase). Issues with the vehicle were worked on by her grandfather (and sometimes Liana herself) as he used to be a mechanic in the town

Even with juggling working and school Liana managed to post outstanding scores and was named the valedictorian of her class (even though it was a small class it still felt like a great accomplishment with the way her parents had both barely graduated from high school) 

She was accepted and granted a scholarship to attend Northeastern University in Boston, Massachusetts for chemistry

While in Boston, Liana met Alexander “Lex” Crawford who was attending Harvard University in the neighboring Cambridge, Massachusetts for law 

The two began dating officially roughly 6 months after meeting

During Liana’s 4th year at Northeastern and Lex’s final year in law school, Liana found out that she was pregnant with Lex’s child (~2 months before graduation)

After graduation Lex proposed to Liana and the two had a fast-tracked wedding late that summer

The two would end up having 3 children in total and remain happily married for over 10 years before issues arose

MARRIAGE & DIVORCE: TW Divorce, Emotional Manipulation/Abuse, Cheating 

They welcomed their first child in 2000, a boy, named Theodore “Theo” Crawford

Even though Liana had her degree her dreams of pursuing a career were cut short and she instead became a stay-at-home mother to care for Theo full time (as per the request of her husband and his family)

Five years after the birth of Theo, Liana and Lex had another child in 2005 - this time a girl named Ava Crawford

For the first few years of marriage Lex was fairly sincere and loyal to Liana but was often swept up in the scandals of his own family’s bad behavior 

This bad behavior was often praised by other members of his family and he grew to resent Liana for keeping him from enjoying his youth 

Liana spent much of her time with the children and trying to be the perfect housewife 

In a matter of years she had gone from the only thing in her name being a 1985 Ford Escort to having access to a house in the Hamptons, cars, lake homes, and expensive time shares overseas 

She cooked, cleaned, decorated the house for each and every occasion and was always the parent who attended parent-teacher conferences and was also part of the PTA/PTO 

Lex started to go behind Liana’s back with other women (most of whom were college interns or assistants for the law firm) 

Everyone knew about it but no one would say anything since Liana never brought it up as she preferred to pretend that it wasn’t always the hot gossip amongst the circles she was in 

Lex would reel Liana back in by preying on her love for her children, informing her that if they were to divorce he would take the children and she would be left with nothing 

He would also often switch between threats against Liana and grand romantic gestures (empty, of course) to keep her attached to him just enough to not leave

She preferred to wear the rose colored glasses as long as she could though eventually they would break

The worst came when Liana would have their third child together, another boy, in 2015 (Benjamin “Bear” Crawford) 

From there things escalated quickly between Liana and Lex and they divorced in 2018 

Lex would gain full custody of the children at this time by accusations against Liana that she was alienating the children from him

The Crawford reach extended into many of the rich and elite in New England so there was no concern from Lex about keeping custody no matter what Liana did, in fact the custody battle was an attempt to lure her into doing something uncharacteristic then using that against her to ensure that the children would stay with him (though he did it for revenge against her, not because he cared for the children)

Additionally, the Crawford family did not care for Liana that much overall, believing that she was still “some girl from a cornfield in Kansas” and they often called her Dorothy 

Liana would battle with Lex in court over custody until the money ran short, additionally she would see how much of a toll the fighting took on the children and knowing she would never be able to beat her then-husband in court she stopped fighting 

Lex also took out a restraining order against Liana after their legal proceedings were finished

Even though the children had spent 90% of their lives with their mother, their father’s words (and Black Amex) proved to be much more alluring than staying with the person who had seen them through everything in their lives 

By the time the legal battles had settled down, Theo was of-age and went to college. Liana tries to keep in contact with him but he has not been that responsive (reasons not known, suspected influence from his father paying for his schooling) 

Lex offered Liana a large share of money during the divorce as well as vehicles and vacation homes all of which she rejected, only taking what was in her name only 

PERSONALITY:

Liana is very dedicated and loyal to her friends and family (even if sometimes they don’t deserve it) 

Strong work ethic! She never lost this even while being married to someone who would’ve rather just paid for everything to be done rather than do it himself

Very maternal, she tries not to mother everyone but kind of accidentally does it sometimes (she’s working hard on reeling it in) 

She’s very sweet, likes to help others when possible

Tries to see people for the best instead of the worst (hence staying with her husband for so long) even if it comes back to bite her in the ass

Can be almost a little too kind, this usually lead to her being used like a door mat but her divorce gave her some strength to push back once things got to be too much 

Walking Pinterest board, she’s creative and enjoys her little projects. Often subjecting friends to testing them out with her (whether it’s building something or baking a recipe that looks good) 

FAST FACTS:

Liana moved to Tupelo as an attempt to go somewhere where no one would know her 

She could not go home as her family there is no longer around and no one could ever track down her father after he moved to Washington 

She has deep regrets and embarrassment over not being able to get custody of her children and does not speak of them (as she does not want to explain anything) 

Her home is bare of any photographs that would hint that she has children 

She will speak of her ex-husband, but only briefly and not mention what he did but instead say that they split due to differing opinions on where they wanted their lives to lead 

She still enjoys cooking and decorating as they are some of the few things she finds comforting, she also finds having live flowers in her home 

Liana has two pets - a Great Dane named Salem and a brown tabby cat named “Billy the Kitten” based off the character of the same name from the popular mobile app Neko Atsume (both pets were handed over to Liana during the divorce) 

Liana now lives in small home with a decent yard, using the remaining money she had to purchase it mostly for the yard for Salem (the inside of the home is lined with carpet runners for the dog and there is not an abundance of furniture that is not necessary as to accommodate Salem’s size) 

Liana can be seen walking Salem often or having Salem outside with her while she gardens, Salem can wander freely around the property when Liana is outside - otherwise he is limited to the fence (which he can stick his head over) 

She has a Mercedes (which she hates) and can never get it worked on without taking it to a larger city 

She kept the Crawford part of her last name as (for whatever reason) it makes her feel closer to her children in some small way 

BEST FRIEND FROM COLLEGE TM:  (Taken WC by Ethan Morris, Jake Gyllenhaal FC)

These two met while attending Northeastern and quickly became close friends 

Just because they were close didn’t necessarily mean that he always supported or even liked the fact that Liana was dating Lex Crawford

He & Lex shared a mutual distain for one another

Even with this, the two would eventually attend each other’s weddings 

Right before he got married he asked Liana to leave Lex and to essentially have a modern-day runaway sequence with him (no points for timing) 

Unfortunately, she could not bring herself to divorce her husband at the time 

After he got married they began to drift apart

CONNECTIONS:

Friends! 

People she mothers on accident 

Other dog people (and cat)

Those who benefit/are subjected to taste testing random recipes she finds

Regulars at Red’s 

Her kid?? This could be a WC at some point I guess (We out here being flexible on most of that)

She’s not really looking for anything romantic at all - but y’know sometimes it hits you when you least expect 

Maybe someone who actually did know her from the east coast (whoops)

Everything!!

#tw divorce #tw emotional abuse #tw emotional manipulation #tw manipulation #tw cheating #just trying to get my tags under wraps #.tag1 #.tag2 #.tag3 #.tag4 #.tag5 #here we are with me being irresponsible #with a 3rd character I swore I'd never have

[wpbaes]

okay i didnt proofread any of this and this is a brain dump and i s2g i wont dump all these charas at once but i love them all already so deal WITH IT lmfao 

HAVE FUN!!

Ari’s Characters:

Carter Crane - Alex Fitzalan FC - 21 - College Senior/Aspiring Actor 

Still a #richbitch

Still has a booked gig w/ THE Thalia Nasri and is the younger half brother of Georgie Banks. Its a recent development but he’s kind of thriving

His parents just left and got divorced. Basically everything is the same he’s just still in college and younger

He and Eleanor just started dating too but it’s a lot newer and she only recently broke up w/ her Ex who’s a dick and wont leave carter alone 

Realistically only likes about a total of 3 people

Still a partier and that will perhaps lead to plenty of bad choices

#helovethecoco

will learn his lesson eventually..maybe

he still gonna get that degree tho!

Ella Cooper - Crystal Reed FC - 31 - Cannabis bakery owner & skate park enthusiast 

still that bitch

gay af + stoner af

still bffs with cass #rideordie (will they end up married? let’s find out! lmao)

grew up in willow park but left for some years to ny and got her bachelors in english and political science/got her mba at NYU. 

she moved back to town a few months before anna killed her husband and has been home since. 

she still has her little doggies zeus & franky 

she opened Dazed & Confused Bakery last year after dreaming it up with Cass one night one their couch and with the help of her sister. They’re a smaller venue at the moment but very popular and always featuring a new special baked good. They’re a big fan of mixing munchie cravings and genuinely good food. 

On weekends they hold an open mic night and do a few more menus items that go along with the munchie theme. lots of grilled cheese, vegan and non. Big hit w/ the hipster and 55+ population. 

She’s been in therapy for two years now and doing a lot better after breaking off her engagement and leaving behind a fiancee in new york. She also ended an affair she was having with a married woman a few months ago

Shes been trying to get herself back on track and make less dumbass choices. 

Still the biggest flirt and making heart eyes at every woman who walks her way

she’s been working on building a skate park near the bakery but has been having issues with the zoning

in the meantime you can find her skating all over town/at the small skatepark that does currently exist. 

Andy Asal - Alia Shawkat FC - 28 - Baker

Pronouns: She/Her/They/Them & occasionally He/Him

Cake Decorater/Baker @ Sinfully Sweet for the past five years

Originally from portland, moved to Willow Park for a new adventure/has loved the little family they’ve found

Bffs with Sofia Miller and has a lowkey (highkey) crush on her

general cinnamon roll/generally oblivious when someone is flirting w them

big on friendship 

also big on good food and staying in/not a big drinker or partier

still a proud member of grace ko’s book club 

Grace Ko - Lucy Liu FC - 50 - Author & Professor of English & Women and Gender Studies

has been in willow park for seven years, originally from queens, NY

Has been divorced for a year and a half and has managed to find a civil co-parenting relationship ground w/ Alana

Hasnt told anyone that she and Alana have recently started to hook up but refuses to talk about it

Just finished their book tour for their now fourth NY times best selling book 

has a 8 year old, 14 year old and 17 year old

lives in a bigass house where they host a lot of dinner parties, they’re very involved in local government and their kids PTA board

They teach at the local university and also instructs a few online courses 

Has become someone a lot better with casual hook ups though they have a tough time not consistently offering to make someone a meal. 

still a surrogate parent to rebecca

a very proud aunt to annisa

#bigmomenergy

Hector Fuentes - Clayton Cardenas FC - 33 - Cartel Member/Mechanic

a willow park lifer

the biggest hypeman 

was born raised and will die in willow park and he has no issues w that

has an older sister and three younger brothers

u know the deal the fuentes fam be on that queen of the south shit

but a lot of their work is way outside of willow park

he still lives in an apartment by himself. 

he has two kids and both of them have different baby mamas. he doesnt have full custody but he he pays child support and gets most weekend with them. he has a son and a daughter. 

his son is name Angel (3) and his daughter is name Maribel (5)

He has a decent relationship with both baby mams but i imagine Maribel’s mom really loves being petty w/ him and Angel’s mother is more likely to try to seduce him every time they’re together

He lowkey thrives on the drama

and he LOVES being lil Theo Cooper’s godfather, he still is the best dad and just tries his damn best

lowkey emotional/hella protective/still checks up on anna every damn day

his day job is as a mechanic at the local auto body shop. he can mostly be seen getting around on his motorcycle.

Levi McCoy - Jesse Lee Soffer FC - 30 - Willow Park PD Officer 

willow park native,big angel energy

younger brother of Chase McCoy

spends a lot of time at the barcade maintaining his pacman high score

was a volunteer firefighter for a long time and got his associates degree at willow park community college

only became a cop after his brother started to get into legal trouble

has no ambition to be a detective and enjoys cruising around in his patrol car 

he coaches a middle school basketball team of all genders and places on the police departments rec league though sometimes he wishes he was still playing with the firefighters 

lives in a cute lil apartment downtown, a pretty neat and clean guy, v focused on his health and just having a simple life

hes not at all curious about his biological parents and he’s just happy his brother is out and doing better, chase is basically his number one priority 

turns a blind eye to a lot of things, especially when it comes to the fuentes cartel

Ultimately he’s committed to keeping people safe but not to throwing people into prison just for the hell of it

Kareem Salia - Kofi Siriboe FC - 21 - College Junior/Basketball Player

originally from new jersey

star basketball player at willow park university(which I have decided is division I lmfao) he’s a point guard

such a charmer and he knows it. he’s v flirty and somewhat cocky but he plays it off well

knows what he wants and goes for it

nothing will get in the way of his potential NBA career and he’s aiming to get drafted before graduation though his father has a few words about that

was raised by a single dad back in Newark and has an older brother who’s in the Marines

He’s been in Willow Park since he started school three years ago and is fairly well known around town, especially during basketball season

V committed to his work out routines (workout buddies wassup)

lives in an off campus apartment with a few of his teammates/tries to stay out of trouble but isn’t always successful 

bi bi bi

def has a few baes on campus and off

perhaps w someone slightly older?? 

hes a fun time and a hell of a talent

Reagan Tucker - Lizzy Caplan FC - 35 - Stylist 

abortion tw

originally from westchester, NY

a mess of a human but boyy do i love her sm

has never gotten along w/ her parents. its as if they had a child just to have one not to actually raise one

so she grew up with a p rebellious crowd, never had great boyfriends or people in her life who actually gave her great love aside from her one best friend since childhood

went to college in NYC to study fashion/has always had an eye for fashion

as a kid she found her solace in large stacks of vogue and cosmo magazines, dreaming and studying, knowing one day she’d get to be a part of that world

it didnt happen as easily as she wanted to but it she eventually found her way into the industry

when she was a junior in college she found out she was pregnant with her then on and off’s boyfriends baby

he was p shitty about it and she ended up getting an abortion that she never talks about/still thinks about often 

shes the most non committal, she hates the idea of relationships mostly because she had no idea how to let herself be loved anymore

has left a lot of people in the dust

which is partly why she left ny and moved to willow park

she wanted a fresh start and already had a couple of high end clients. she still travels for work but shes found herself a nice af apartment in willow park that she feels is her safe haven. even if it mostly serves as a place for her to kick off her shoes and sleep before she gets up and goes out and makes more bad choices

never on time

borderline alcoholic but will never admit that

#hotmessexpress

but i love her v much shes v near and dear to my heart 

Simon Walker - Ryan Gosling FC - 36 - CEO of Sanders Corp. 

willow park native 

the oldest of two, his family has been in willow park since it’s founding. his father is a fairly prominent politician and currently serves as a US senator. 

Inherited the family company from his grandfather

They started out as a small ad company and grew into one of the biggest advertising conglomerates in the world (think modern day don draper and the plot of succession lmfao) now they’re a huge media company but focus a lot on ad revenue and represent some of the biggest companies around

one of those companies that kind of have their hand in everything

Simon has been a big part of making them more current an inclusive. made a lot of brows raise when he fired half of his board and brought in a ton of women, especially women of color and some of his old new york buddies to help him bring some diversity into the company

his father is a democratic senator but his grandfather is republican so thats where the split kind of forms 

his father is still a bit of an asshole though and wants simon to be in politics but simon refuses

his passion is art and always has been and he sometimes gets a little too involved with the graphic design aspect

he has a room at home where he paints and keeps all of his work, its really just a hobby now

has a 4 year old son that he adopted after an ex lover of his overdosed and left the baby with no family. his own family wasnt happy with his decision but he refused to let the kid go into the system

is generally friendly/likes to keep up a good image

is happiest at a baseball or basketball game or at home painting while his son naps 

loves to hold big ol barbecues in the summer and his family throws a huge 4th of July event every year

his face is on a lot of ads around town and he’s currently involved in helping his father’s re-election campaign 

Shawn Pearson - Jacob Elordi FC - 20 - College Sophomore

originally from california

grew up in foster care/always caused a lot of trouble

lowkey genius which is how he got into willow park U with a full ride 

he’s definitely the broody/silent type

v rude and v bad at having healthy relationships

only really knows how to use people for what he wants

definitely will crumble to pieces once someone makes him face his feelings enough

definitely has the whole “i have no one” mentality 

excels in mathematics and really just wants to use his skills with numbers to go make big money so he can buy a house where no one will bother him

mostly goes to parties to hook up and find a bed to sleep in for the night 

spends most school breaks working, he’s a delivery boy and does some illegal bookeeping. anything to keep him fed and going. while his tuition is paid he doenst really have much going into his pocket 

hes based off an older chara of mine i just made him a lot younger and slightly more impressionable 

probably only has a couple people he counts as actual friends but generally likes to keep his distance, sure that everyone is out to get him

knows he has a brother he was separated from in the system but has never looked for him/barely remembers him since he was a newborn when their parents dropped them off in front of a firehouse. 

picked willow park because it had a good finance/accounting program and because he wanted to go anywhere that wasn’t california. 

Viola Lancaster - Aly Michalka FC - 37 - District Attorney

originally from Northampton, MA - twin sister to Micah

(yes im a sucker who loves to make rosa’s dreams come true lmfao)

originally from chicago (go cubs!) but spent a substantial amount of time in NYC

Went to Smith College for undergrad and Harvard for Law School

a boss ass bitch

not one to be messed with and is v protective of her brother

she and micah lost their brother when they were teenagers, he was kidnapped and killed, it was a big national story. neither of them ever talk about it

very gay, shes my og lesbian character. so VERY near and dear to me 

has probably been in willow park for a couple of years and took the job as DA to really beef up her portfolio. doesnt really see herself settling down there but she likes it so far

can often be found at her office or at the bar having a glass of merlot

v active/always goes for morning runs and very big on yoga and meditation 

ugh i just love her ok lmfao 

Devon Reynolds- Milo Ventimiglia - 40 - Construction Worker 

willow park native 

recently released from prison

unknowingly shawn’s older brother, he always knew he had a younger brother but a lot of the documentation is blacked out and he hasnt had the resources to find him until now

he was adopted when he was 6 by a fairly loving but very strict family 

was framed for murder that he didn’t commit

used to be willow parks start quarterback until he injured himself and got addicted to his pain meds

arrested at 20 and spent the next 20 years of his life in prison 

his adoptive parents basically turned their backs on him and have since moved out of willow park

So he was released and really started from zero. lived in a homeless shelter until he was able to save up enough for a shitty apartment in the shitty part of town

he just tries to make his curfew and not fuck up his parole

recovering addict and alcoholic

spends way too much time w his toxic ex

got a decent job as a construction worker but is always doing odd job/hard to find people who hire formerly incarcerated folks. 

just #doinghisbest 

#about muses #LONG AF #intro post

[extrasteps]

Stacked Chapter 7

See previous photoset here.

Theo woke up with dread burning in his stomach. He just knew that taking that one amazing, perfect day with Liam was going to blow up in his face in a big way. He wasn’t allowed to be this happy - the universe wouldn’t allow it.

He got ready for the day with extreme reluctance, and Liam picked up on his mood immediately, wrapping his arms around him and pressing a kiss to the back of his neck.

“It’ll be fine,” he soothed.

It wouldn’t, but he appreciated that Liam was trying.

They were meant to meet Scott and the others at Scott’s place in an hour, and Theo told him he’d meet him there. He wanted to slip into his house and steal some more clothes. Liam meant well, letting Theo borrow some of his, but Theo was wider in the shoulders than Liam, and his shirts were uncomfortably tight. He gathered that that was the point though, with the way Liam’s eyes often drifted to his shoulders, gaze turning dark with lust.

Theo somehow managed to leave Liam behind as he drove to his house, pausing in front of his door and taking a deep breath before opening it.

It was like he’d known this was going to happen.

He stepped through the front door, head tilted to the side, listening.

There was no one home, no heartbeats. His fake parents had probably bailed after he hadn’t come home again, figuring it was safe to do so. It was. He had no intention of hunting them down. His cover was well and truly blown now.

Just as he’d managed to fill a bag full of clothes, he felt it. The hum of electricity. They were coming. There was no point in running. There was nowhere he could go that they wouldn’t find him.

Closing his bedroom door behind him, he made his way into the lounge room where they were waiting.

“What do you want?” He demanded.

On the coffee table there were three dossiers and he moved forward, swaggering with a confidence he didn’t feel as he scooped them up, flipping through them.

Three teenagers. Three new chimeras. Three new graves.

“Find them,” they intoned. “Train them.”

And then with a crackle they were gone.

“Just a brief visit then,” he muttered, plucking out the three photos and examining them with a sigh. He wasn’t sure if this was a good sign or not. Was he under suspicion? Were they testing him?

He picked up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. Looked like he had a few stops to make before he made it to Scott’s house.

***

Liam paced in Scott’s kitchen, wearing a track into the floor.

“Liam,” Mason said, sounding concerned.

“He’s coming,” Liam snapped, eyes fixed on the clock. Theo was almost half an hour late now. Stiles was already making snarky comments about how Theo had skipped town and the urge to throttle him was growing stronger by the second.

But it wasn’t because he was angry. It was because he was afraid.

What if it was true?

What if Theo really had left him?

He’d like to think that after the day they’d spent together yesterday that Theo could never do that, but how well did he know him really? Was their bond stronger than Theo’s fear? Liam wasn’t sure.

By the time an hour had passed, he was sitting on the couch between Mason and Scott, ignoring the conversation going on around him, staring down at his hands.

Before Theo had left earlier he’d used those same hands to cup his cheeks and kiss him, telling him he’d see him again soon. Surely that hadn’t been their last kiss. Surely fate wasn’t that cruel.

“Theo doing a bunk doesn’t change the facts,” Stiles was arguing, “these doctor guys are a serious threat. We have to do something.”

He’d come today despite his suspicion of Theo, which Liam appreciated, but he was also getting on his nerves, and he didn’t have many nerves to begin with. His IED was simmering in his chest, getting close to boiling point.

He looked at Mason. “I think I need to go,” he said quietly. “Mase-”

“Punching bag, got it,” Mason said, jumping to his feet. “Go out back. Me and Corey will bring it out.”

Ever since his diagnosis, Mason had been more than supportive. He had his boot filled with a large punching bag and gloves, kept it in there every single day despite the inconvenience, just so Liam would have something to hit that wasn’t a wall, or someone else’s face.

Liam stalked outside, ignoring the others calling after him. If he went back, he would do or say something he would regret.

Corey set up the bag on the nearest tree, and they left him to it, grunting as he took out his aggression on the bag, blood rushing in his ears, seeing red.

He punched the bag again and again and again, taking out all of his fear and frustration on it until his arms and shoulders were aching and he was panting for breath, his anger spent.

When he turned toward the house, exhausted and covered with sweat, his eyes fell upon Theo, sitting on the back step.

Theo looked concerned as he slowly rose to his feet.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

Liam shivered. “You didn’t leave,” he said, voice flat. He didn’t have any emotion left in his body. He was wrung out.

“I had to make a few pit stops,” Theo said with a sigh, walking towards him. “I’m sorry I didn’t text you.”

Liam considered him. There was nothing about the way Theo was looking at him that suggested he was lying, and Liam didn’t know what to think.

“I’m used to being on my own,” Theo continued when it was clear that Liam wasn’t going to say anything. “Mason chewed me out when I got here, told me off for worrying you. And he was right. It was a shitty thing to do. I’m sorry, Liam.”

Slowly, Liam nodded. “Okay,” he said.

He walked past Theo into the house, stripping off his gloves. His knuckles were red and sore. He hadn’t had time to strap them before the need to hit something had overwhelmed him. But they would heal.

Liam came to a stop at the kitchen door, looking at the three strangers with suspicion.

“Theo’s extra pit stops, I assume,” he said to Scott, continuing inside.

“Yeah,” Scott sighed, rubbing a hand through his hair. “The Dread Doctors are making more chimeras.”

Theo came to stand next to Liam, hesitantly placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Liam, meet my new chimera pack. Corey, Josh and Tracy.”

He looked between the three of them, a twinge of fear breaking through the numbness. The Dread Doctors were making more chimeras. What did that mean for Theo?

***

Theo felt like a complete asshole. Liam had had an attack, and it was all his fault. How had he not even considered sending him a text? In his own defence, he hadn’t realised that it would take so long to convince the three new chimeras to come with him, and they’d all demanded explanations from him about what was happening to them, but now he had them more or less on board, accepting him, somewhat reluctantly, as their leader.

It wasn’t that he was any more thrilled than them by this state of affairs. Not even two weeks ago he would have been ecstatic to have his own pack, but now it meant nothing to him. The only thing that mattered was Liam, and hopefully somehow being able to gain his freedom.

Liam walked away to go and clean up a bit in Scott’s bathroom, leaving Theo standing in the lounge room with Scott’s pack and his three new pack members all staring at him.

“What now?” Theo asked, looking at Scott.

“I think we need help,” Scott said. “We need more information about the Dread Doctors.”

Theo sighed. “You need the author.”

“McCammon?” Scott asked, looking at him intently.

“That’s not his real name,” he said. “It’s Valack.”

“He’s the one who it’s dedicated to,” Stiles pointed out, holding out a copy of the book, showing the relevant page.

Theo nodded. “He wrote it under a pseudonym. The book makes you remember them. The Dread Doctors. That’s why he wrote it.”

“If you know so much,” Stiles said, a sneer on his face as he stalked closer, “then why don’t you tell us everything there is to know about them.”

“He already has,” Scott said, voice terse. “He told me everything he knew.”

Stiles scoffed. “Sure he did.”

“I trust him,” Scott said, finality in his tone. “Liam trusts him.”

Stiles glowered but didn’t respond. Theo couldn’t even blame him. He’d come here with the intention of infiltrating their pack and destroying it, making it anew with him as the alpha. That wasn’t his goal anymore, but Stiles had been right not to trust him, then at least.

Now, it’d be nice if he would give Theo the benefit of the doubt.

“Okay,” Scott said, turning and looking around. “We have questions, let’s figure out exactly what we need to know before we decide who is going where.”

“Alright,” Stiles said, speaking up again now, glaring at Theo. “First question, what do the Dread Doctors want?”

“They want to resurrect the Beast,” Theo told him. “For that, they need a genetic chimera.”

“Why didn’t they just use you?” Stiles asked, moving closer. “This all seems pretty convenient.”

“It didn’t work with me,” he said with a sigh. “Believe me, they tried.” For years, they’d experimented on him in every possible way while he was strapped to their gurney. He’d been pathetically grateful when the pain had finally stopped and they’d started using him in other ways instead. It had made sense to him. Hurt others so that they didn’t hurt him.

He knew better now.

“So they made more,” Scott hummed. “Why these three? What’s special about them?”

“It’s like Finch said the other day in class,” Theo explained. “Chimeras have more than one kind of DNA. Maybe it’s a transplant, a blood transfusion, whatever. I stole medical records for them a few months ago. They want young people, children and teenagers. They survive longer in their experiments, generally.”

“How old were you?” Liam asked quietly. He was standing at the door, rubbing a thumb over his red knuckles.

“When?” Theo turned towards him.

“The first time they experimented on you.”

His hand flew to his chest automatically, rubbing over the non-existent scar. “Eight,” he admitted.

“Next question,” Stiles interrupted, drawing Theo’s gaze. “What exactly is this beast?”

Theo shrugged. “Ask an Argent,” he said. “It’s something from their lore.”

Scott’s gaze dropped, his jaw clenching. Theo studied him, feeling a twinge of guilt. Of course Scott couldn’t ask Allison, she was gone.

But there was still her father. Although Theo wanted to stay far away from him. He had a feeling that the hunter was far more dangerous than any of Scott’s pack realised.

“Stiles and I will go to Eichen,” Lydia said, walking up to grasp Scott’s shoulder, squeezing it. “You should speak to Argent.”

“And Theo?” Stiles asked.

“He has his hands a bit full right now, don’t you think?” She asked gently, head tilting towards the new chimeras. Theo grimaced, following her gaze to where Corey, Tracy and Josh were all sitting on the couch, Mason hovering near them, looking uncertain.

Yeah, he had enough to deal with.

“I’ll stay with Theo and Mason and the others,” Liam said to Scott. “You guys go.”

Kira walked up and took Scott’s hand, leading him away, and Theo watched them go, feeling frustrated. Divide and conquer was a classic tactic. These idiots would have fallen right into his trap without so much as a blink. Why were they all so naive?

“Hey,” Liam said, nudging his shoulder. “Earth to Theo.”

He shook his head, pushing his frustration aside. They were paired up at least, and with Kira going with Scott to see Argent instead of to Eichen, the Dread Doctors wouldn’t be able to get to Valack.

“Don’t give him what he wants,” he said quietly to Lydia as she started to move past them.

She startled, looking at him. “What?”

“Valack. He’s dangerous. He’ll try to bargain with you, he’ll want something for his information. Don't give it to him.”

The intelligence shone in her eyes as she searched his face. “Why?”

“It’s in your best interest,” he said simply. “Valack’s known your family for a really long time. He used to work at Eichen.”

Her gaze sharpened further. “My grandmother,” she said, lips pressed tightly together.

Theo nodded. “Your grandmother. He’s a sick son of a bitch, and that’s coming from me. Don’t trust him. Don’t let your guard down.”

“Don’t worry,” Stiles said, his voice cold. “We won’t”

The implied message was clear. And we won’t trust you either.

But Lydia nodded, letting Stiles guide her out of the kitchen.

Liam stirred beside him. “The things you’ve done,” he asked, voice low. “How bad are we talking here?” He sounded nervous.

Theo looked at him, guilt making his borrowed heart twist in his chest. “It was them or me,” he said, voice level. “I chose me.”

“And now?” Liam asked.

“Freedom or death. It’s the same thing really,” Theo muttered, pushing past him and taking one of the free seats. Either he’d be free or he’d be dead. And he had to do everything in his power to ensure that he stayed alive.

The only thing he wouldn’t sacrifice was Liam.

He hoped he wouldn’t regret it.

***

Liam’s heart was troubled as he watched Theo.

Theo had opened up to him so much over the past week, but he was starting to realise that Theo didn’t really think he’d survive the Dread Doctors. There was a resignation to his gaze as he looked between the three chimeras and Mason. He didn’t have many answers for them, looking as lost as they were.

He wanted to help, he did, but he didn’t have much of an idea of what to do either. Most of the supernatural world still baffled him. Before Theo had come on the scene, he hadn’t even known that werewolves could be created on an operating table.

Let alone whatever these three were. According to the files Theo had shown him, Corey was a chameleon who could turn invisible, Josh was a raiju who could absorb and manipulate lightning, and Tracy was a kanima, a creepy lizard that could paralyse. All very powerful, and very scared.

“What’s going to happen to us?” Corey asked, looking at Theo after browsing through his own file. “They said to train us? For what?”

“Test your powers, see how strong you are,” Theo explained wearily. “They want to see if you’ll survive being the host.”

Josh scoffed, leaning back against the couch. “So what? We just wait around for them to find us? Fuck that.”

“No,” Liam agreed, stepping forward to stand in front of them. “Sticking your head in the sand won’t achieve anything. You need to fight.”

Corey visibly blanched. “I don’t know how to fight. I mean, look at me.”

“You’re stronger than you realise,” Liam assured him. “And I don’t mean that you need to run in all guns blazing. I just mean that you can’t give up. If we work together, we can defeat them.”

Tracy finally spoke up, looking at Liam with wide eyes. “How?”

And wasn’t that the million dollar question.

“We’ll figure it out. Together. Scott is a true alpha and our pack has faced down alpha packs, berserkers, hunters. We can beat a couple of scientists.”

The three of them look reassured, but Theo looked at him. His eyes said clearly that he wanted to believe Liam, but that he knew better.

“We’ve got this,” Mason said, speaking mostly to Corey, if Liam wasn’t mistaken. “Liam’s right. I know you’re all scared, but we’ll stick together and we’ll get through this.”

Corey smiled at Mason, and Liam looked away, biting back a smirk. He met Theo’s gaze, who waggled his eyebrows at him.

Liam felt relieved. The pack that they were building now was strong. They could do this.

They had to.

#thiam #liam dunbar #theo raeken #stacked

[jeromevalseka]

Female! Jonathan and Female! Bruce Being soft, enjoying each's company whilst getting revenge on Jervis.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!! i don’t know how soft they turned out in this but i’m officially in love with fem!scarebat, like. they are so powerful. okay i’ll shut up now, i hope you enjoy! 

(also on AO3)

nine.

Johanna Crane had soft skin and chapped lips and tasted like maple and brown sugar. Briana Wayne shouldn't have known any of those things, but she did, and she refused to regret her choices because kissing Jo felt ridiculously, unexplainably, right. Her hair was long and tangled, and Briana only tangled it further, pushing her fingers through it, tugging, gently at first and then harshly, relishing in the way she gasped under her ministrations.

It's nice, she thought, half-dazed, her tongue still in Jo's mouth, to have such an effect on someone.

(it's nice, she thought, less loudly, her tongue still in Jo's mouth — where else would it be? — to love someone.)

Briana should not be where she was. She should not let Johanna Crane push her calloused hands up against her thighs. She should not let her scrunch her dress up, high above her belly, the silky material tickling along her skin making her twitch almost as much as Jo's blunt-tipped nails running along her skin did — first tracing over her hip bone, then trailing around her navel, moving even higher, dragging to the edges of her bralette, teasing. She should not drop her mouth from Jo's lips to her jaw — her neck, pulse racing — the juncture of her shoulder. She should not bite down. She should not suck a bruise into her soft skin.

She should not do a number of things—

But she does.

ten.

There were many benefits to being rich, Briana mused as she stood, waiting alone in a back alley of the Narrows. She probably looked out of place. Actually, she knew that she looked out of place. Her curled hair and her lips red; a wool trench coat worth more than any of petty drug dealers around her made in half a year, kitten heels worth double the coat. She had a meeting with her board of directors later and then, if all went well, dinner with Alfred and Jim. She had a part to play.

Besides, if anyone thought to try anything she had a few tricks up her sleeve — literally. Once more, she found herself fiddling with the bracelet-slash-fear-gas-dispenser Jo had given her, warmed, even after so many weeks, by the thoughtfulness of the gift. It wasn't as if she couldn't hold herself in a fight — something that Jo was well aware of — but if it came down to it, Briana Wayne, socialite and CEO, taking down an armed assailant with her bare hands would raise several questions that she'd rather not have to answer.

At long last, as her patience finally began to dwindle, the man she'd been waiting for appeared.

Victor Zsasz did not have, as she'd been expecting, a frightening presence, but an off-putting one. He looked very much like a kid in a candy store, his dark eyes lighting up when he caught sight of her. At his back was only one of his Zsaszettes, a remarkably pretty girl with high cheekbones and a purple mohawk. Briana wondered if she should have been offended that he came with so little backup.

"My, my," he said, once he stopped in front of her, his hands spread wide, consolatory, "What is a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

"Business," she said, briskly. "I hear you're the best at what you do."

Zsasz nearly smiled. "And I hear you have dinner with good old Captain Gordon twice a week. I'd say that leaves business between us a little... difficult. Wouldn't you?"

She tilted her head up higher, glaring. "No, I wouldn't. What Jim doesn't know won't hurt him."

He clicked his tongue against his teeth. "No need to be so catty," he said, sharing a long look with the woman beside him. "Alright then. I'll bite. Who do you want me to kill?"

"Jervis Tetch," Briana answered, his name poisonous on her tongue.

She wasn't sure if she'd ever hated anyone as much as she had grown to hate Tetch. No one — not Matches Malone or Hugo Strange or Ra's al Ghul or Theo Galavan or any of the other horrible, monstrous men she'd been forced to endure — filled her with the same amount of visceral, all-encompassing hatred as Tetch did, an impressive feat considering they'd never even been acquainted before.

(Jo knew him though. Jo was scared of him, still, despite everything, and Jo wasn't scared of much anymore — after all, what did a personification of fear have to be afraid of? perhaps a weaselly man in an ugly tophat who could take away a person's control of themselves with one swing of a watch.)

Zsasz blinked at her, his eyes more calculating than she was comfortable with. "Tetch, huh? He is kinda a creep, isn't he? Did he make you do something? Something bad?"

Not me, she thought.

Briana wondered, briefly, if she could get away with stabbing him without his henchwoman retaliating.

"No. Does it matter?"

"Of course not," he said, drolly. "I was just curious is all. It's not every day I get business with the Briana Wayne. Makes a guy think."

She really wanted to stab him. "Will you do it or not?"

"Patience is a virtue, you know. Tetch is worth five tallies on his own, don't you think Loretta?" Zsasz asked, turning towards the woman at his side who was, evidently, Loretta. She shrugged in disinterest. "We'll talk about it later, then." Addressing, Briana again, he said, "Yes, I will do it—  that is if you're willing to pay the right price."

She let herself smile. "Kill Tetch and I'll give you 10 million. Two up front, before you do it, and the rest upon completion. How does that sound?"

"It sounds like I should do business with billionaires more often, your highness. Any special requests?"

"As long as he ends up dead, I could care less how it happens." Briana paused then, remembering something Jo told her, voice shaking, about Tetch's obsession with tea parties, about his relationship with his sister, about how he started to call Jo, Alice. "Actually, could you shove a teacup down his throat? After he's dead. Or before if that works."

Zsasz laughed. "It's been a real pleasure, Briana Wayne. Keep your eye on the news this week. I have a feeling something's gonna make headlines."

"I'm looking forward to it." She said, completely honest, holding back a smile that she knew would end up stupidly wide.

one.

"You're a mean, little thing, aren't you?" Jo asked her, appraising. There was a bruise blossoming over her jaw that Briana refused to feel guilty for. Johanna Crane was a criminal and a murderer and did not deserve any of her sympathies. Unfortunately, she was also charming and clever and smiled at her like she was something special and—

Briana was fucked, essentially.

"Sometimes," she shrugged. "It depends on the situation. I tend not to play nice with my kidnappers. I'd hate to boost their egos."

Jo laughed then, tapping a gloved finger to her chin. The needles she kept in the tips of the gloves glinted menacingly. She had to remember who she was dealing with. Johanna wasn't a run-of-the-mill Arkham escapee. She was a different monster entirely, armed with both her scythe and, worse, her fear toxin. Briana had to tread carefully.

"Oh, sweetheart, this isn't a kidnapping," she tilted her head to the side, infuriatingly coy. "Unless you'd like it to be?"

"What do you want, then?" Briana asked, unwilling to play whatever game Jo had lined out. If only she could reach her phone, still sitting on her desk, then she could send an S.O.S to Alfred and—

She smiled. "I just wanted to drop in and meet the girl who survived Jerome Valeska for a third time. He told me you were boring. Just another boring, blue-blooded brat, but you're more than that, right? There's something that's just eating at you. I wonder what it is."

Briana thought back to her horrifically miscalculated visit to Zack Trumble's diner. She thought about Jerome, on his knees, choking, and then she thought about Jerome with his gun —  Jerome her savior, Briana his, an awful inversion of roles — and then she thought about Selina, her second savior — and on and on and on, because nothing in Gotham was ever easy or clean.

"You're wrong," she said, "I am boring. And a blue-blood. I don't know if I'd call myself a brat, though. Most people prefer to call me a bitch."

If anything, Jo's smile widened. "You are just darling. We're gonna have a blast together, sweetheart. I can already tell."

Briana didn't know it yet but that — Jo's smile and southern drawl — was the beginning of the end for her.

Or, maybe, it was the end and the beginning, circular.

Or, maybe, it was neither. Just transitionary.

#ask #gotham #mine #p: bruce x jonathan #if u have an ao3 i'll add u as a giftee if u want #i hope u enjoy!!! #deannahartsworld

[antiquatcd]

you won’t believe who i just saw walking down main street! JESSICA PARKER KENNEDY! what do you mean that’s just LEAH “LEE” MCCOY ? who is SHE? a 32-year-old MECHANIC…interesting. and the CISFEMALE is + INVENTIVE & + PERSISTENT, but i should watch out for when they are - ABRASIVE & - EASILY-RILED? will do.

y’all already know it’s guppy, but finn is being put aside for the time being because i have lost my muse for him. it sucks, and i already miss him, but i know that if i take a break i’ll be back to writing him soon. but, for now, i have lee here. she’s super spunky, sweet, and i hope you’ll like her as much as finn. keep reading to learn more about her!

BIOGRAPHY ( IF YOU’RE NOT INTO SPARKNOTES )

regina george, “big red,” taylor vaughan, alison dilaurentis, chris hargensen, and so many other head bitches in charge give teens in their fictional universes nightmares. they inflict pain wherever they go, from the mental gymnastics they pull or physical pranks that go way too far. their little black books are full of secrets that could ruin you with a single text message. you might even fear them becoming real, and for a few cape hazeliens she manifested as leah mccoy.

the queen bee in stilettos was always leah mccoy. her presence in a room caused a halting silence, her voice could command a crowd, and the snap of her fingers could summon simple items. she was fierce and ruthless, even a bit careless when it came to her use of power. even if she wasn’t the richest kid in the cape hazel area, leah went through middle school and high school putting wannabes in places of power, and crushing those who tried to take her place.

prom princess junior year, president of three service clubs, assistant to the principal. it seemed there was nothing in school leah couldn’t do. outside of school, her work with the local parks committee to clean up the cape hazel wilderness granted her over a thousand hours of community service (okay, so maybe she had someone else do the work for her while she texted her boyfriends, but that was just a small detail).

she had a yearbook superlative almost every year: most likely to take over the world. most likely to find out they’re the princess of a small monarchy. most likely to reach the stars.

all lies, the yearbook committee was pressured into writing these titles by her and her groupies.

real friends? who needs them? certainly not someone like leah, who had enough ambition to replace any other want or need for human connection. even when her parents tried to reach out, she ignored them thinking they were just another obstacle in her way. of course she loved them, but she didn’t have to like them. they took care of her, and she was sure that she would be able to pay them back for room and board later in her life.

( DEATH TW )

that “later” never came, or at least she was too late to fulfill what she thought was filial duty.

in her senior year, right in the prime of her rule, her father suffered a stroke. spending nights in the hospital after his brain hemorrhaged left her too tired to maintain her queendom at school. her mother was tired, too, tired of her daughter acting like their little family didn’t exist.

suddenly leah became a proponent in the household, taking up a part-time just to keep them afloat while hospital bills came rolling in. on days when she would return to school, her “friends” would ask where she’d been and the lies would come tumbling forth from her lips. anything to hold onto that last bit of control she had.

there looked like there was no hope for her father. together, her and her mother watched him slip away as the doctors unhooked all the machinery. leah hadn’t ever cried before, or she didn’t remember crying. but, for the first time, she felt tears rush down her cheeks.

maybe she needed to cry before she could feel anything else but that rage and ambition burning through her soul. after that wave of tears washed through her, she felt something else. something more.

( END OF TW )

graduation had come around, and she’d stopped wearing the heels that were once a staple in her wardrobe. she’d stopped going to the salon every few weeks to touch up her perfect locks. mainly, she’d stopped squeezing the last bit of power she had, letting it trickle through her fingers. she walked across the stage with the rest of her peers, but the name “leah mccoy” no longer struck fear into the other students’ hearts. now she was just another name on the roster, another kid going somewhere, anywhere after high school.

who was leah mccoy? she didn’t know anymore, but her mother did. her mother still saw a girl with ambition and a future, even if leah couldn’t see it herself.

leah doesn’t even remember why she chose trade school. senior year was so hard, maybe trade schools were the only ones that accepted her. whatever the case, she moved down to bangor, maine to attend the eastern maine community college with her major in automotive technology. her dad had always asked her to help him in the garage, but she never listened. now, she felt like she owed it to him to try.

in a few years, she’d moved back to cape hazel ready to embark on a new chapter in her life. forget leah, “lee” had a better ring to it. forget high school, she was past all of that. all she wanted was a quiet life working with cars.

QUICK FACTS ( FOR ALL MY SPARKNOTES FANS )

she used to be the head bitch in charge, and if anyone brings that up she gets real embarrassed.

looks young for her age, so a lot of people underestimate her to be honest. (sidenote: i found out jessica kennedy parker is 34 and lost my mind)

her favorite food is vanilla cake with lots of frosting (okay, so maybe that isn’t a true food, but she thinks it’s delicious)

a whiz with cars. she can usually figure out what the issue is if you just describe it. she didn’t think she’d ever be this into mechanics, but look at her now.

lives with her mama (she rents the basement, it’s like her own little apartment).

loves jean jackets and chokers! she can’t believe that in high school all she wore were those ugly juicy couture outfits and kitten heels with pleated skirts.

call her leah and be prepared to get elbowed in the throat. she hates her full name, now she just goes by lee.

big time gay. if you’ve ever seen haunting of hill house she is kinda like theo crain tbh, like goes to the underground to schmooze cute tourists. she’s got commitment issues, though.

doesn’t like apologizing, it’s hard to get the words sorry out.

hates the following: most savory foods, the color orange, reading, when people use their “parent voice,” and her mother’s greenbean casserole.

loves cape hazel a lot and never plans on moving. she’s only been out of the state twice, and that was to go to massachusetts to visit a cousin or someone in the family (she doesn’t remember, and she never saw them again).

#chintro #❪ ◆ ⋆ — thanks for the memories | ❛ headcanons ❜ ❫ #❪ ◆ ⋆ — what i like about you | ❛ isms ❜ ❫ #❪ ◆ ⋆ — more than pretty | ❛ pictures ❜ ❫ #❪ ◆ ⋆ — give it to me straight | ❛ interactions ❜ ❫ #❪ ◆ ⋆ — call me beep me | ❛ phone ❜ ❫ #❪ ◆ ⋆ — hey hungry i'm lee | ❛ charname ❜ ❫ #❪ ◆ ⋆ — tell no lies | ❛ answer ❜ ❫

[moonbeambucky]

Happy New Year!

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader Word Count: 1062 Warnings: fluff

Summary: The Tuckers ring in the new year together

A/N: I’m a little late on the new year but it’s fine ;)

The golden glow of the afternoon sun streamed in through the windows, adding warmth to the kitchen that was already heating up. Cupcakes had begun rising in the pan you placed inside the oven not long ago, with frosting already prepared so the kids could help you decorate them once they’ve cooled down.

A timer on your phone is silently counting down to alert you on when to take them out so they can be enjoyed for the other celebration you would be counting down tonight.

The year was coming to an end and though the kids would be asleep long before they’ll be able to ring in the actual new year you were preparing to celebrate with them, complete with a fake countdown thanks to Netflix.

At almost four years old Theodore needed his sleep and though Ariel was determined to stay up until midnight you knew she’d never make it past nine.

She and Lance were currently out, running a few errands together. Even if it was something as boring like taking the car for an oil change, Ariel jumped at the chance to be with her Dad. Now that she was in kindergarten she missed being able to spend a lot more time with her parents.

Lance used to pick her up from Pre-K and bring her to the gymnastics center. Some days Ariel would spend time with Lance in his office, reading or playing games until you picked her up and other times she would join in a beginner’s class with other kids in her age range.

While she liked gymnastics it was clear that she didn’t love it, having recently expressed wanting to take dance. You weren’t sure if it was because her best friend Kennedy was doing it but it didn’t matter, you signed her up for classes after the new year, knowing you and Lance will support and encourage your children to try anything.

“Theodore, did you wash your hands?” you asked.

Although he shook his head yes you knew by the guilty smile on his face he hadn’t.

“Theo…” Lance said, kneeling to be closer to his son’s height, “Remember what I said about telling the truth. Did you wash your hands?”

Theo stuck a few fingers into his mouth as he looked around the room, finding your encouraging eyes for comfort. He shook his head back and forth as he giggled.

Lance tugged Theo’s hand out of his mouth, asking, “Do you want to decorate cupcakes?” Theo’s eyes lit up as his head bounced up and down in a resounding yes. “Well then we have to wash our hands first!”

As Lance cleaned up with Theo, you and Ariel assembled the cupcakes on the table along with the frosting and cups of different toppings from sprinkles and M&Ms to the marshmallow bits from Lucky Charms cereal.

The kids decorated the cupcakes as you and Lance helped occasionally while trying to keep the mess contained to the table, although every now and then you heard the small sound of sprinkles clattering to the floor. The result was a beautiful mess of dessert covered in either too much or not enough frosting and unevenly distributed toppings, and best of all the smile of laughter of your children.

Colorful circles of smashed sprinkles decorated the table along with globs of frosting that didn’t make it on to the cupcakes. Ariel and Theodore were licking their sticky fingers clean before you and Lance washed their hands again.

After eating dinner you and Lance bathed the kids and everyone got into pajamas and wore glittery party hats. Lance blasted music in the living room for everyone to dance along to, with board games and toys set aside as well. The kids ate their cupcakes and bounced around the room screaming their heads off. 

Eight o’clock was the “unofficial” midnight, and just before you were ready to start counting down you took out a few small glasses of milk rimmed with colorful sprinkles, setting them aside for everyone to toast to the new year. Lance played the video and soon everyone was counting out loud.

“Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!”

Theo ran around the couch with a noise maker in hand as Ariel jumped on the cushions, leaping into Lance’s arms.

“Happy New Year Starfish,” he said, kissing her cheek.

Theo was giggling as he ran right into your arms. You squeezed him and he gave you a wet kiss on your cheek.

“Happy New Year Theo!” you exclaimed, attempting to plant a kiss somewhere on his face but he was squirming to get down. He looked over your shoulder to the milk shots and shouted “Spinkles!”

You laughed as you put him down, correcting his pronunciation as you waited for Lance and Ariel to join you. Wishing your little girl a Happy New Year as well and getting a hug from her.

As the kids drank their milk and sprinkles you and Lance shared a quick kiss, snapping a few pictures of the milk moustaches left above their lips.

When the kids were in bed Lance helped you clean up before you both settled onto the couch together, his arm curled around you as you rested your head against chest. Your eyes began to close as you settled in against comfortable Lance on the even more comfortable couch.

“Fallin’ asleep on me already?” he joked.

Your lips pulled into a smile before you opened your eyes, looking up to see Lance smiling back at you.

“I could think of a few things that could keep me awake.”

Tilting upwards you moved to press your lips to Lance’s, swallowing a hum as his tongue slipped passed the seam of your lips. When the need for air was too great Lance pulled away, stealing your breath with him.

“Clue and The Twilight Zone it is!” he exclaimed, searching to find the channel that played the marathon as you grabbed the board game.

Your smile grew wider as you thought of the tradition you and Lance kept. From all the previous New Years spent together, first as close friends until the night you confessed your feelings to now. After almost seven years of marriage you knew you didn’t have to wish for a happy new year, for every new year, month, day and minute was filled with happiness.

#lance tucker x reader #lance tucker fanfiction #dad!lance tucker #lance tucker fluff #lance tucker x you

[nathburnett0704]

A state of affairs

Set in the southern region of America during the civil war this story tells the tale of a young man Oscar Murphy who left his family fortune behind to fight for the union and against slavery. Much against the wishes of his grandfather George Murphy who raised him after his parents died, George has been partly funding the confederacy out of respect for his state which he built his empire in and has been the home of himself and his ancestors for generations. With a tide shifting in the civil war Oscar must convince his stubborn grandfather to go north with him and give his allegiance to the union if he has any hope for his family empire to survive after the war.  

INT. VINTAGE WOODEN FURNISHED LIBARY-NIGHT TIME

One man is sat alone in the centre of a small library dimly lit by wall mounted candles, a chandelier and a fire place scorching logs in the right side of the room. Nothing can be heard except the crackling of the wood in the fire and the breathing of this old man.

This man is sat on a large black leather arm chair in front of a table carved from ebony holding a chess board, the chess board was hand carved by a professional out of elm wood but the pieces are made of coloured glass with nothing special about them.

This man is old he has wrinkled white skin, grey hair he combed back himself, an elegantly trimmed goatee of grey hair, his facial appearance is deceitful but his eyes are deep brown showing a hint of beauty. He is wearing a black tailored suit with a black shirt and a hand made red puff tie.

He's slouching in his large chair with a glass of brandy in his hand as he stairs at the empty mahogany chair in front of him, there is nothing special about it except the red cushion attached to the seat. He stares at this for 5 seconds until he hears a knock at the door of his library.

               OLD MAN    What is it?

The old man has a sophisticated southern accent hinting towards a Tennessee upbringing. A black servant with short hair and a clean shave opens the door to the library, he is wearing a black suit with tails and a white shirt with a bow tie, the whole thing looks to big for him.

               BLACK SERVANT    Master George, your guest has just arrived.

George doesn't even look at his servant.

               GEORGE    Send him in!

The black servant nods his head.

               BLACK SERVANT    Of course, right away Sir.

The black servant turns around and leaves the room leaving the door open on the way out. As he leaves George stands up from his chair and walks over to stand next to the fire with his back turned away from the door.

He reappears 10 seconds later with a young man by his side who looks as though he is in his mid 20s, he has clean white skin a short beard he shaved himself and long hair neatly swept to the right side of his scalp. He has gentle brown eyes and his hair is a dark chestnut brown, He's wearing a cheap grey suit with a white shirt and a red tie with the colour slightly fading.

               BLACK SERVANT    Mr Oscar Murphy Sir.

Upon hearing this George raises his right arm and downs the rest of his brandy.

               GEORGE    Leave us.

               BLACK SERVANT    As you wish Sir.

Oscar turns towards the servant as he's turning around to walk out of the room

               OSCAR    Thankyou Jake.

Jake smiles at Oscar then exits the room closing the door on the way out. George remains where he is standing for a few seconds before walking over to a large wooden globe in the right corner of the room. He lifts the top of it exposing a mini bar filled with Jars of expensive whiskey, brandy and Gin.

George picks up the jar of brandy, takes the lid off and pours a large amount into his glass. Still not looking at Oscar who is waiting patiently by the door awaiting an approval to sit.

               GEORGE    What's your poison Son?

               OSCAR    I stopped drinking two years ago.

George is stunned by Oscar's comment

               GEORGE    What the hell made you want to do that?

           CUT TO:

EXT. MILITARY STYLE TENT IN A FIELD- MORNING, DAY TIME (TWO YEARS AGO)

Three Union soldiers are sat in a tent in the middle of a field, It's early in the morning and they are preparing breakfast. The doors to the tent are wide open exposing all three men.

One soldier is kneeling down trying to start a fire to cook breakfast, the other is standing above him with a large bottle of rum in his hand that he snuck with him. Oscar is sat on the camping mat watching the two of them and composing himself as he's just woken up.

               OSCAR    Jack, don't you think it's kind of dangerous leaving the doors wide open like that?

The soldier with a bottle of rum looks down at Oscar.

               JACK    No, we'll be fine don't worry about it.

The soldier on the floor next to Oscar has finally started the fire. Oscar looks at him.

               OSCAR    Well done Theo!

               THEO    Thankyou Oscar.

All of a sudden a sniper from far away shoots at the bottle of rum Jack was holding in his hand shattering it and spilling rum over the fire. The fire rises and scorches Theo's face as he screams in agony, the rest of his body catches alight as he tumbles out of the tent panicking on the floor in immense pain. Oscar and Jack run out of the tent with their rifles and take cover behind a large rock.

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INT. VINTAGE FURNISHED LIBRARY- NIGHT TIME (PRESENT DAY)

Oscar looks down at the floor quickly then back up again as he puts his hands in his pockets and slowly walks towards the chess board.

               OSCAR    I just have bad experiences with it I suppose.

George turns around and finally faces Oscar as he slowly walks towards him.

               GEORGE    Sound's fair enough. I could never do it myself but good luck to you son.

               OSCAR    Thank you.

George sits back down in his leather chair facing the chess board, he waves his left hand at the simple chair in front of him.

               GEORGE    Sit down son.

Oscar sits down on the simple wooden chair in front of George, Oscar is on the left side of the table with George on the right.

Oscar is playing with the white pieces and George with the black. They begin to play, Oscar goes first moving a pawn forward.

               OSCAR    George, I know we've never seen eye to eye on a lot of things. And it's been a long time since the two of us sat down to talk-

George interrupts Oscar.

               GEORGE    It's been three years Oscar.

George moves a black pawn forward

               OSCAR    -To talk to one another in a calm manner, but I really need you to listen George, These are desperate times.

George looks up at Oscar and takes a large gulp of brandy.

               GEORGE    Desperate? you don't know the meaning of it son, I've been to war just like you and I've killed a hell of a lot of people. Just like you-

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BATTLE OF BALTIMORE 1815- ARTILLERY DOCK, RAMPID BATTLE FIELD

A young teenage George can be seen firing cannon balls at the invading British ships. Everyone around him is shouting, screaming and trying to make themselves heard over the loud gunfire coming from the guns and cannons.

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INT. VINTAGE FURNISHED LIBRARY- NIGHT TIME (PRESENT DAY)

   But believe me son, you know nothing of what it means to be desperate. I built this place from nothing, I built my company from nothing. I come from nothing, and I'll be dammed if I'm going to let you throw it all away.

Oscar and George are halfway through the game, George has taken 5 pieces away from Oscar who has only taken 1 so far.

               OSCAR    That's why I'm here. There's been a change of tide in this war, which I have no doubt of the fact that you've noticed.

George looks at Oscar and raises his eyebrows.

   George the confederacy is dead in the dirt, and if you don't integrate to the north and give as much power to the union as you have to this confederacy then everything you've built will meet the same fate. Think about the family, please.

Oscar takes out one of George's chess pieces. Without raising his voice or eyebrows, or even looking at Oscar moves his knight forward and takes out two of Oscar's chess pieces

               GEORGE    Oscar. You stopped caring for this family when you decided that a nigger's life was more important than ours. So don't you give me that bullshit because your word doesn't mean a damn thing in this house anymore.

Oscar gives a deep sigh and looks away from George as he leans back in his chair.

   It's one hell of a sin to betray your state, but an even bigger one to betray your family. You broke all of our hearts when you rode north, for god's sake none of us could eat or sleep for days after we found that note you left in your room-

Oscar raises his voice and stands up from his chair.

               OSCAR    If I didn't care for this family then why the hell would I ride south without jurisdiction and face the threat of a court marshal! I rode here because I need to convince your stubborn ass to relocate if this family has any hopes to survive!

Oscar calms himself down and walks towards the fire with his back turned towards George, who is just staring at him with detest

   When I found out about granny Edna it broke my heart. The pain of hearing of her death was bad, but the fact I wasn't here to say goodbye is even worse. I cannot go through that pain again. So I'm asking you, please, come north with me. You'll receive a pardon and insure the survival of this family. It's the only way.

George continues to stare at Oscar from his large black leather chair for 15 seconds before slowly getting up from it. Upon doing this he finishes the rest of his Brandy and puts the glass aside

               GEORGE    What you ask of me is something which cannot be done by men with honour, I will not betray my state and this family shall remain where it has always been since the days our peasant ancestors.

Oscar slowly turns to face George, they are now facing each other from the left and right sides of the room with George still on the right.

               OSCAR    I once thought the world of you.

A slight hint of sorrow comes into George's eyes

               GEORGE    And I of you son.

Both stare at each other knowing full well that this may be the last time that they see each other. George nods his head and makes his way to the exit door

On the way out Oscar bumps into Jake who is standing at the top of the staircase and greets him with a gentle smile.

               JAKE    Didn't go so well huh Oscar?

Oscar looks at Jake with disappointment.

               OSCAR    He's my Grandfather Jake, what do you think? THE END

[hammy-ton]

LEARN TO SAY GOODBYE

3. Burr, sir.

“Theodore get ready! You have boarding school in an hour.” Burr yelled from across the house. The young man was cleaning the house while his wife was still ill.

Even having work for the militia, Aaron continued to maintain the house duties for his wife’s sake. He couldn’t have her doing work in her condition. Aaron smiled as he wiped down the table, looking at the family frame hanging in the center of the kitchen wall. “Theodore!” Aaron yelled again. “Yes father?” A child-like voice appeared from behind Aaron. The young man turned quickly and saw his son dressed up neatly. Theo wore his clothes his father had recently given to him. It was a cravat surrounded by a salmon color coat with pale trousers exposing his knees and sock garters. Aaron smiled and pat the boy’s head before facing the table again.“Have you studied your Greek and Latin?” Aaron asked. Theodore nodded immediately and grabbed a stack of books that somehow reached high enough to cover his face. “Yes father!” He yelled.“You should head to school now, son. You wouldn’t want to be late. Theodore nodded and carried his stack of books with him as he slid through the door. “PHILIP! ARE YOU READY FOR SCHOOL! YOU NEED TO BE THERE EARLY!” Alexander yelled as he looked over at the stairs. “COMING!” A voice yelled from above the ceiling.

Philip ran quickly downstairs, jumping off half of the stairs that remained. His hair once again bouncing to every movement always made Alexander laugh. Alex could always spot his son from a mile away. As soon as Philip got down, he ran towards his father with his clothes handpicked by his mother.

It was a brown and khaki frockcoat along with a waistcoat and trousers, all of suede leather with white stockings. “Handsome as always,” Alexander noted with a smile.

“Just like pa!” Philip replied while getting his books. Alexander chuckled and nodded with a smirk. "Got looks that can get any woman," he stated while patting his shoulder. Philip laughed and smiled with his rosy cheeks, inherited by his father, showed on his skin. “I have to go. It’s almost time, Pa. I’ll be back home when school ends” Philip added. The young boy looked back and waved before he raced out of the house and downtown to school. While running, he bumped into a young boy with a fort of books around him. Philip rubbed his bruised head and looked up with a concerned expression before smiling quickly and grabbing the books scattered everywhere on the pavement.

“THEODORE!” Philip yelled.

Theo groaned lightly and looked up to see his cheerful freckled friend.“Hello, Philip,“he said with a light chuckle.

"On your way to school early too, huh?"Philip asked, lending a hand out to his dark skinned friend. The fallen boy grabbed the other’s hand, getting up and nodding to the question. They both continued walking towards the school, talking and joking around before waking into the classroom. "Did you study for the quiz?” Philip asked as he pointed at Theodore’s book on Latin. Theo nodded and smirked. “Yeah, it’ll be a piece of cake. I’ll probably have the highest score in the class.” He said. The freckled boy immediately scoffed and laughed at his friend.

“Not with me around! I’ll surpass your scores by a longshot!” Philip protested as he crossed his arms and leaned onto his desk.“

"Wanna bet?” Theodore looked at his best friend, eye-ing him with a devilish smile.

“Bet.” Philip responded. He returned the smile and looked over at his desk with confidence.

The two shook hands and laughed before sitting in their assigned seats. All the students screamed and sang while Theodore and Philip were silent, lost in their own world. The two glanced at one another with a sly grin, keeping their deal. Philp knew he could never be outshined, even if it were his best friend. Theodore on the other hand knew he had always been the highest scoring student since enrolling. Whether it was a friend or foe, Theo wasn’t going to hold back.

Before they could start an argument over who was better, whether it be looks or grades, class had started and everyone quickly sat down and silenced after hearing their professor yell.

The quiz was given out and everyone sat in their own doubt except for the two little geniuses.

They both raced through the quiz, pressing hard on the pen. It was amazing seeing that neither of them broke the pen or spilled any ink. They read each sentence correctly yet quickly, skimming through it as if they could reach a paragraph within a few seconds. Before they knew it, the two ran up to the professor and slammed their papers on his desk with pure force. The loud noise startled all the students, including the professor himself. Both childish boys glared at one another, filling the room with a competitive and scary aura.

“I TURNED IT IN FIRST.” Philip whispered loudly. A little too loudly.

“NO, I TURNED IT IN FIRST. MY HAND TOUCHED THE DESK FIRST!” Theodore raised his voice along with Philip.

“NUHUH”

“YUHUH”

“NUHUH”

“YUHU-”

“SHHHH” Everyone shoo-ed them with a glare. The two boys sank into their seats with puppy dog eyes from guilt before giggling quietly.

Class ended and the two boys ran out quickly to the park, off to the tree Theodore had always sat by. They rested there with faint pants and spoke jokes and tails of their father.

“My pops is making a national bank,"Philip said proudly, putting his hands on his fist and puffing his chest out.

"My father serves in the New york State Assembly,” Theodore said with a smile. None one of them had ever met each other’s father’s,however through vivid descriptions, they had respect for the unknown man.The conversation regarding their father went on for half an hour before they got up and played around. “Hey that’s cheating!” Theodore yelled as he tried catching up to the freckled boy who climbed on the tree.

“Nuhuh, you can climb it can’t you?” Theodore blushed to think he could be doubted. “Yeah! I can climb it!” He yelled. “Then it’s not cheating!” Philip added, sticking his tongue out with a smile. The dark skinned boy smirked and climbed on the tree quickly trying to catch his friend. Before he could catch him, the freckled eight year old jumped off the tree, falling onto the ground and rolling on the grass. He stood up quickly and cleaned himself before the boy tackled him onto the ground. “Hah! I got you!” Theodore yelled as he got up quickly and ran behind the tree. The two ran in circles around the tree until they collapsed from exhaustion and dizziness. They giggled and laid on the ground, resting as their pulse went to it’s normal rate.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Philip said as his eyes locked on the sky, seeing the sun set quickly. He was fixated on the color, not realizing how late it got.

Theodore nodded and looked over at the freckled boy. They leaned against the tree and admired the view before a hand tightly gripped onto Philip’s arm and yanked him up onto his feet.

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?” Alex yelled with a hoarse voice, giving a death stare to his son.

“PA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?” Philip asked in a startled state. Alexander sighed and looked down at his child. “You told me you’d be home after school. What is this?"he asked as he crooked his head to the side to see the dark skinned startled boy hiding behind his son. He squinted at the child and analyzed him before facing Philip again.

"I’m sorry, pa! I was with my friend, Theo!” Philip yelled as he looked over at Theodore, giving a gesture to him, asking for help. He looked at his father, nearly crying from fear.

Theodore nodded, horribly frightened and stood up quickly, standing straight with his chest puffed out. “Yes sir. He and i were just playing here and we lost track of time. I’m so sorry, Mr. Hamilton!”

“What’s your name, boy?” Alex asked, looking at how terrified the boy was to him.

“I-I’m Theodore Burr, s-sir..!” The boy yelled as he coward a bit to the tree beside him.

“Burr?” Alexander asked with a confused expression. “You’re the son of Aaron Burr?” He looked at his face, soon seeing the resemblance.

Theodore nodded quickly as his lip quivered in fear, his body shaking as well with pure intimidation.

Alexander loosened his grip on Philip and sighed lightly as he combed his hair back from stress and worry. “I see It’s getting late, Philip. You shouldn’t be out here this late.” He said with a stern expression.

Philip looked at both Theodore and Alexander at a time as a frown began to form. He nodded slowly and hung his head, letting out a light sigh. “Okay, pa..” he responded. Alex walked away as his son quickly followed behind him like a shadow. The boy glanced at his friend and waved slowly with a small frown. Aaron simply sat underneath the tree, frowning as well. He didn't want to be alone again. He never knew Philip's father was that scary. Huwt the thought of him made Theodore shudder as chills go down his spine. Theo's father was never like that. He was a kind and cautious man. Theo looked down at his hands and thought of his father, comparing him to Alexander.

“Pops, do you know Burr?” Philip asked, grabbing onto his father's hand from a forced habit.

The goatee bearded young man smiled faintly as he continued to walk. He pulled Philip’s hand and looks straight forward.

“I do,” he said in a lighter tone than usual. “We both were around when the revolutionary war had started. I met him one day in New York City.” The man added.

Alexander looked up, thinking to himself over the times he had bumped into Burr. New York City, George’s office, during the war, at school, in Jersey..They would always bump into each other, it was funny.

He then remembered the day he nearly died. It was early in the morning and it seemed beautiful out, even if the sun hadn’t risen to the sky. “

Alexander…We duel. Weehawken,” Burr said with a hoarse and intimidating tone. Alex looked over and noticed he was nearby the river in Jersey. He turned around slowly, finding Aaron holding his pistol. Alex felt nauseous all of a sudden. He began sweating and found himself clenching onto his stomach, feeling the air suffocate him. He turned quickly with his thoughts getting louder, driving him insane.

“I DON’T WANT TO DIE. LAURENS IS THERE ISNT HE? MY MOTHER IS THERE,RIGHT? I’LL BE THERE, WON’T I..? ELIZA! SHE’S GOING TO BURST. SHE’S GOING TO CRY AND BREAK. I CAN’T BEAR TO BREAK HER HEART AGAIN. FORGIVE ME, ELIZA. PLEASE FORGIVE ME. I CAN’T DIE. I CAN’T SHOOT. I WON’T SHOOT-”

“WAIT!!!!” A voice yelled breaking Alexander from his delusions, seeing both of them shoot straight up into the sky.

Aaron fell to his knees, crying, letting his pistol drop as he covered his face. Alex wobbled towards the other man before falling down in complete shock. He loosened his grip on his pistol, staring at the dirt. “Theodosia..” Aaron said loudly in a slurred manner as he sobbed. “Philip, my son.. "Eliza, my dearest. I’m not leaving,” Alex whispered to himself, silently crying.

Alexander smiled and closed his eyes, tears forming on the corner of his eyes. I can hear him. Every day I can hear him. “Pops-.. pops..hey.. pops!” Alex looked up, startled before looking down to see the small boy tugging onto his sleeve repeatedly. “Are you alright, pops?” Philip asked, looking over at his father, seeming slightly terrified. It was the third time this month that Philip saw his father break down from his thoughts.

Alexander faintly smiled before nodding. “I’m okay, son. I’m sorry I was just thinking,” he responded while gripping on Philip’s small hand tighter. “I love you, son.” He added while staring at the door with a smile. Philip looked over and smiled in return. “I love you too, pa..”

#hamilton #hamiltrash #fanfic #alexander hamilton #aaron burr #philip hamilton #theodosia burr #theodore burr #eliza schuyler

[its-lovelyhappycollection]

AU to @psychoseal’s bad things happen bingo; rejected appology, where gordon runs away when he thinks he is no longer loved by his family.

Gordon sighed to himself as he packed the last of his clothes into his school bag, ready to transfer it to the duffel bag he had hidden in his locker with the rest of his clothes along with some food and money that he had spent the past week secretly transferring them into a duffel bag, ready for when he was ready to escape.

Ever since he accidentally broke Virgil's leg, everyone he knew and loved stopped talking to him, acted like he was invisible and those that did see him only tormented him. he was tired of it, so he decided to run away. he had looked up bus timetables earlier in the week and found a bus that would take him to the train station where he would buy the first ticket out of here. the bus left at 1:15, which was perfect timing. He would go to his morning classes and then leave at lunchtime so that by the time anyone found out he was missing, he would be long gone. he wished there was an earlier time but he knew if he didn't show up to his morning classes, it would look too suspicious.

"Hey, brat! let's go already!" Virgil yelled and pounded on his door, Gordon sighed again and took one last look at his room, this was probably the last time he would ever see the room, he had already left a note on his computer for his family to find, after he wiped it clean first, knowing John's skills at hacking computers. Next to his bed was his phone, he decided to level it behind so his family couldn't tack him. He then walked out of his room to meet Virgil's furious face "about time too, I was about to leave you here so you would get detention again. Lord knows you deserve it!" Virgil spat at him before turning around with Gordon silently following.

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To Gordon, the morning felt even longer than usual, he kept glancing at the clock, waiting for the bell to ring at 1 for lunch, he then had approximately 10 minutes to grab his duffle bag, sneak out of school to the bus stop 2 minutes away and hop onto his ride to freedom.

"Mr Tracy!" his teacher; Mr Weston barked and Gordon jumped "is my lesson boring to you?" behind him, the class giggled

"no sir" Gordon replied, trying to sound interested

"then can you please answer the question on the board?" Mr Weston pointed at a complicated equation that Gordon had no idea how to answer, the numbers made no sense; was that a 14 or a 41?

"uhhh..."

"detention after school," Mr Weston said coldly

"yer sir," Gordon mumbled, trying to sound as deflated as possible, Mr. Weston only nodded before moving on, Gordon gave a quiet sigh of relief, he hadn't sounded any different than he did, when he received detention. he stole another glance at the clock and saw that one 1 minute had passed since his last look, he let his head bang against his desk with a quiet groan, this was going to be a looooooooong morning.

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After what seemed like forever, the bell for lunch finally rang, Gordon lept up from his seat and dashed out of the classroom with the rest of his classmates, as usual, he was pushed to the back of the crowd but for once Gordon didn't mind. It had been happening ever since Virgil broke his leg and Gordon needed the crowd to disperse in order to get away, when the final kid left with their lunch, Gordon walked up to his locker and glanced around, no teachers or students insight and the door was 5 meters away. He glanced at his watch and saw that he still had about 7 minutes before the bus left, he quickly stuffed his lunch into his duffel bag and grabbed it, before reaching to the shelf of his locker to grab a packet of hair dye and contact lens. He placed both items into the bag, before walking quickly to the exit. Luckily no teachers or students saw him leave and walked down to the bus stop where he hid, he waited impatiently for the bus, worried that a teacher or student or worse, his dad would see him. Then at long last, the bus pulled up at the stop and Gordon waited for passengers to climb off before climbing on himself. After paying for his ticket, he walked to the back of the bus and collapsed back into the seat, he glanced out the window as the bus pulled away from the school, soon he would be gone and Gordon Tracy would cease to exist, instead of Gordon Gunderman; an 18-year-old kid with autumn brown hair and forest gens eyes looking to join WASP.

He did his research and found out that you could join WASP training at 16, but you needed your parents signature and number, so he decided to forge a few documents in order to avoid those particular setbacks. He was grateful that he had his birthday a few weeks ago so he was technically eligible to join, he already had a fake birth certificate a fake passport, and a fake cover story.

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Gordon got off at the train station and brought himself a ticket that would take him straight to Marineville where the training base for WASP was located. A glance at his watch indicated that he still had a few hours until the train left, he sighed to himself as he thought about how Virgil reacted when he didn't meet him at his car at the end of the day, how his dad reacted when he got the call from his school informing him that wasn't in class after lunch. He found that he didn't care what they thought, that wasn't his life anymore. Shaking himself clear of his thoughts, he made his way to the bathroom to dye his hair before grabbing some dinner.

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The next day, Gordon found himself standing in a line with the other hopeful recruits, he could barely contain his excitement, he was finally going to join WASP! His lifelong dream (other than winning a gold medal at the Olympics) was hopefully going to come true! He still couldn't believe he had managed to get in, the officials had bought the fake documents and told him to arrive the next day at 5 am for training. He promised himself that he would work hard and make his own name here, gain new friends and start over.

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A few months later, Gordon found himself at the graduating ceremony, although the others were much older than him (way older), he had proven himself over the past few months and moving upwards to the highest class where he had quickly caught up. He had managed to make a few firm friends who stood up for him when some of the others wanted him out as he was much younger than the rest of them, his friends didn't care, he had proven himself against them and was ready to join WASP.

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A few months later, Gordon found himself on the podium receiving a gold medal for winning the 500m men's butterfly, 400m men's freestyle and the 100m tag-team relay race. Gordon couldn't be happier as he celebrated with his friends and teammates, he only half-wished that his family was there with him

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2 years after joining the official ranks of WASP, Gordon found himself relaxing in the lounge with the rest of his squad after returning from spending a year under the ocean to monitor fish farming habits.

"hey, guys! guys! you'll never guess what!" Theo Andrews; Gordon's best friend yelled from across the room where he was watching the news

"What!" Janice chambers; a person in Gordon's squad asked, annoyed

"you'll never guess who the head of international rescue is!"

"who?"

"Jeff Tracy!" Gordon felt his heart clench, he had avoided anything to do with the news, knowing that it would say something about International rescue where the rest of his family worked or something about him.

"no way!" May Lamburg yelled in denial

"it's true! And he's gone missing!"

"what?" Gordon yelled and ran over to the tv with the others following, Theo turned up the volume where the news reporter was showing footage of a rocket suddenly exploding in the air, the words 'Jeff Tracy, International rescue, avalanche, wife, sons, technology,' echoed in Gordon's head. his dad was dead?! granted he hadn't spoken to him in over a year, and he resented him for not hearing his side of the story with Virgi's leg, but that didn't mean he wanted him dead!

"who would have thought?" May said, breaking Gordon's thoughts

"yeah, too bad" Theo added, not taking his eyes off the report

"we now turn to Jeff's oldest son; Scott and the head of the GDF; col. Casey for more information"

The screen changed to an airfield where Scott stood in his IR uniform with Thunderbird 1 behind him, he looked much older than Gordon remembered, next to him was col. Casey clad in her GDF uniform, but to Gordon, she was more of an aunt to him than a commander.

"so, Scott, col. Can you tell us about what happened?" the reporter asked

"my father went on a mission to stop an out of control rocket, but something went wrong," Scott said, using what Gordon had dubbed his 'commander voice'

"and how long as Jeff been commander of International Rescue?"

"since the very beginning"

"Col. Casey, what can you tell us about International Rescue?"

"Jeff Tracy has been a long time friend of mine, when he proposed the idea of a rescue business that helped anyone, anywhere, I immediately backed him up and helped him with the details and getting governments approval."

"what can you tell us about..." the rest of the report fell deaf to Gordon as he felt his knees shake, his father was dead!

"...don? Hey! Gordon!" Gordon snapped himself to attention when he heard Theo's voice, he found himself surrounded by concerned teammates "what's the matter?"

"nothing. Just stunned" Gordon answered weakly and the rest of them seemed to buy it, equally as stunned.

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Later that night, Gordon lay awake in his bunk, hearing Theo's snores coming from below him, he took out the picture he had hidden under his pillow and looked at it sadly. It was the last picture with all 7 Tracy's together before their mother had died. Gordon sighed sadly, his father couldn't be gone. He just couldn't, he put the picture back under his pillow and tried to go to sleep.

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8 years passed and Gordon didn't call his family once, he did think about it, but worried about how they'd react. Happy? Angry? Would they even talk to him or just hang up? Several times he found himself debating over it but decided not to. Instead, he read any news item that covered International rescue, he smiled whenever he saw a successful rescue (they didn't do too many water rescues, not that there were many in the first place), he frowned whenever International rescue was blamed for 'not doing their job' or 'not getting there fast enough' or his brothers got injured, he knew that that was the risk of rescuing people. You couldn't save everyone, but that doesn't stop you from trying. That was one of the first things he had learned in the military, he also knew that rescues often required some not-so-legal ways in order for the rescue to be completed. He also knew that every rescue was dangerous and you would never come away from a rescue unscathed. He beamed when he read that the Hood was arrested, but scowled when he read about the Mechanic and Chaos crew, people who worked for the Hood and made the work that his brothers' did even more dangerous.

the only time he did see them was when they rescued some of his friends after a new hydrofoil testing went wrong, no-one was sure what happened, all they knew was that one moment it was fine, then it suddenly went up in flames. They played it off as a mechanical malfunction to the media but WASP had their suspicions. Sabotage. It had to be. Gordon decided to take charge of finding the culprit as Theo was one of the victims who didn't make it, plus he was meant to be on the team testing the boat, but got dropped out at the last minute due to an injury during a training session.

That had been 3 years ago and they were still no closer to finding the culprit, they were currently in the lounge doing research when Alice spencer; the newest person in Gordon's squad yelled from where she was watching TV.

"hey, guys! International Rescue has found Jeff Tracy!"

"what?"

"how?"

"I thought he was dead!" Gordon quickly joined the crowd of interested WASP mates as they listened to the news reporter who said that the rocket that Jeff Tracy was on 5 years ago hadn't exploded, but had instead launched him into deep space where he had managed to send a message through the CLYPSIO's robot Brayman. Thanks to that message International Rescue went on a daring mission to rescue their father and arrest the criminal who was behind it all. The Hood. Gordon recalled hearing the name several times during the past 3 years and how the GDF put him on the most wanted list and told every military organisation to arrest the Hood if they ever saw him.

"...along with attempted murder of Jeff Tracy, the Hood is also guilty for illegal mining, hacking into GDF software, theft, breaking and entering, controlling an innocent man and the cause of the hydrofoil that took 8 WASP officers lives"

"wait...he was responsible for the hydrofoil crash!?" everyone exploded in a rage of fury, anger and sadness, Gordon found himself staring at the screen as he watched the Hood be taken away and felt a sense of happiness as he watched the reunion between his family.

Suddenly General's voice echoed throughout the base, ordering everyone to the main control room, everyone scrambled out of the room to their stations, Gordon paused by the door and took one last glance at the TV where his family was still standing happily together "good luck you guys" he whispered before running out the door.

#thunderbirds #gordon tracy #virgil tracy #ocs #WASP #gordon runs away