#today I found out my mom could see our tv without squinting or anything

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blows my mind that people can just see things. no glasses needed. seeing the world for free.

#I am VERY #and I mean VERY near-sighted lmao #and it’s hell!!!!! #today I found out my mom could see our tv without squinting or anything

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Y/N L/N AND THE HALFBLOODS

Percy Jackson X Reader

-Y/N L/N met Percy Jackson and everything is now ruined.

Chapter 22: Then It Ended

As soon as we came, Annabeth ang Grover tackled me. We were the first heroes to return alive to Half-Blood Hill since Luke, so of course everybody treated us as if we'd won some reality-TV contest. According to camp tradition, we wore laurel wreaths to a big feast prepared in our honor, then led a procession down to the bonfire, where we got to burn the burial shrouds our cabins had made for us in our absence.

Annabeth's shroud was so beautiful—gray silk with embroidered owls— Percy told her it seemed a shame not to bury her in it. She punched him and told him to shut up. Percy being the son of Poseidon, he didn't have any cabin mates, so the Ares cabin had volunteered to make his shroud. They'd taken an old bedsheet and painted smiley faces with X'ed-out eyes around the border, and the word LOSER painted really big in the middle.

As I was still unclaimed, Hermes cabin had made me one. (Just... IDK go crazy with your shroud IG) It was fun to burn. As Apollo's cabin led the sing-along and passed out s'mores, Percy and I was surrounded by my Hermes cabinmates, Annabeth's friends from Athena, and Grover's satyr buddies, who were admiring the brand-new searcher's license he'd received from the Council of Cloven Elders. The council had called Grover's performance on the quest "Brave to the point of indigestion. Horns-and-whiskers above anything we have seen in the past." The only ones not in a party mood were Clarisse and her cabinmates, whose poisonous looks told me they'd never forgive us for disgracing their dad. That was okay with me. Even Dionysus's welcome-home speech wasn't enough to dampen my spirits. "Yes, yes, so the little brats didn't get themselves killed and now they'll have an even bigger head. Well, huzzah for that. In other announcements, there will be no canoe races this Saturday...." Going back to the cabin I finally had time to talk to Luke. Who just expressed his relief of me being fine, and how he was scared when Annabeth told everyone about me. No wonder everyone was so shocked seeing me come back with Percy. On the Fourth of July, the whole camp gathered at the beach for a fireworks display by cabin nine. Being Hephaestus's kids, they weren't going to settle for a few lame red-white-and-blue explosions. They'd anchored a barge offshore and loaded it with rockets the size of Patriot missiles. According to Annabeth, who'd seen the show before, the blasts would be sequenced so tightly they'd look like frames of animation across the sky. The finale was supposed to be a couple of hundred-foot-tall Spartan warriors who would crackle to life above the ocean, fight a battle, then explode into a million colors. As Annabeth, Percy and I were spreading a picnic blanket, Grover showed up to tell us good-bye. He was dressed in his usual jeans and T-shirt and sneakers, but in the last few weeks he'd started to look older, almost high-school age. His goatee had gotten thicker. He'd put on weight. His horns had grown at least an inch, so he now had to wear his rasta cap all the time to pass as human. "I'm off," he said. "I just came to say ... well, you know." I tried to feel happy for him. After all, it wasn't every day a satyr got permission to go look for the great god Pan. But it was hard saying good-bye. I'd only known Grover a year, yet he was my oldest friend. Annabeth and I gave him a hug. She told him to keep his fake feet on. I asked him where he was going to search first. "Kind of a secret," he said, looking embarrassed. "I wish you could come with me, guys, but humans and Pan ..." "We understand," Annabeth said. "You got enough tin cans for the trip?" "Yeah." "And you remembered your reed pipes?" "Jeez, Annabeth," he grumbled. "You're like an old mama goat." But he didn't really sound annoyed. He gripped his walking stick and slung a backpack over his shoulder. He looked like any hitchhiker you might see on an American highway. "Well," he said, "wish me luck." He gave Annabeth and I another hug. He clapped Percy on the shoulder, then headed back through the dunes. Fireworks exploded to life overhead: Hercules killing the Nemean lion, Artemis chasing the boar, George Washington (who, by the way, was a son of Athena) crossing the Delaware. "Hey, Grover," Percy called. He turned at the edge of the woods. "Wherever you're going—I hope they make good enchiladas." Grover grinned, and then he was gone, the trees closing around him. "We'll see him again," Annabeth said. July passed. I spent my daysplanning out strategies with Luke for capture-the-flag and making alliances with the other cabins to keep the banner out of Ares's hands. I got to the top of the climbing wall for the first time without getting scorched by lava. From time to time, Percy and I would walk past the Big House, he'd glance up at the attic windows, and think about the Oracle.

I tried to convince him that its prophecy had come to completion. "You shall go west, and face the god who has turned." "Been there, done that—even though the traitor god had turned out to be Ares rather than Hades." "You shall find what was stolen, and see it safe returned." "Check. One master bolt delivered. One helm of darkness back on Hades." "You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend." Percy recited. "Ares had pretended to be our friend, then betrayed us. That must be what the Oracle meant.... Or maybe Nereid?"

"And you shall fail to save what matters most, in the end." He sighed. "I had failed to save my mom and lost you..."

"So why are you still uneasy?" The last night of the summer session came all too quickly. The campers had one last meal together. We burned part of our dinner for the gods. At the bonfire, the senior counselors awarded the end-of-summer beads. Percy and I got our own leather necklace, and when I saw the bead for my first summer. The design was pitch black, with a sea-green trident shimmering in the center.

"This is so beautiful..." I smiled to Percy. "The choice was unanimous," Luke announced. "This bead commemorates the first Son of the Sea God at this camp, and the quest he undertook into the darkest part of the Underworld to stop a war!" The entire camp got to their feet and cheered. Even Ares's cabin felt obliged to stand. Athena's cabin steered Annabeth to the front so she could share in the applause. I'm not sure I'd ever felt as happy or sad as I did at that moment. I'd finally found a family, people who cared about me and thought I'd done something right. And in the morning, most of them would be leaving for the year. * * * The next morning, Luke called me. He gave me a paper, telling me to fill it out, and asked me to meet him as soon as I could. I knew Dionysus must've filled it out, because he stubbornly insisted on getting my name wrong: Dear (WRONG NAME) , If you intend to stay at Camp Half-Blood year-round, you must inform the Big House by noon today. If you do not announce your intentions, we will assume you have vacated your cabin or died a horrible death. Cleaning harpies will begin work at sundown. They will be authorized to eat any unregistered campers. All personal articles left behind will be incinerated in the lava pit. Have a nice day! Mr. D (Dionysus) Camp Director, Olympian Council #12 That's another thing about ADHD. Deadlines just aren't real to me until I'm staring one in the face. Summer was over, and I still don't know what to do. I had no where to go to. The only option I had was Percy's or maybe Hades was not joking about inviting me back to the Underworld. Sighing I decided to just meet Luke before filling it for second opinions. The campgrounds were mostly deserted, shimmering in the August heat. All the campers were in their cabins packing up, or running around with brooms and mops, getting ready for final inspection. Argus was helping some of the Aphrodite kids haul their Gucci suitcases and makeup kits over the hill, where the camp's shuttle bus would be waiting to take them to the airport. I was walking around looking for Luke. I jumped when I felt someone tap me from behind. I instinctively unsheathed my knife and turned only to see Luke with his hands raised.

"Whoa! Calm down just me." He laughed.

"Kinda weird seeing someone laugh at a knife pointed at them." I smirked sheathing my knife.

"I only laugh since its you." He smiled and ruffled my hair. "Are you done with everything?"

"Not really. I don't know whether to leave or not yet. That's why I came. Help me?" I asked him.

He turned to me and to the forest. "How about you hear me out about something... important and private... then decide?" He gestured towards the forest.

"Not planning on killing me are you?" I squinted at him.

He gasped. "Not you. Never. I would never hurt you."

I let him lead me to a shrouded area of the forest.

"How serious is this thing that you can't let anyone see? I am blindly trusting you here Luke." I laughed nervously. But when he didn't reply I felt something was off. "Luke, okay this isn't cool. How deep into the forest do we have to go?"

"Y/N remember when you said... You want to be the person I trust...? How you promised to help me?"

"Luke?" He took my hand and pulled me sharply. I winced at how hard he pulled me. "That hurts! Let me go!"

He snapped back and let go of my wrist. "I-I'm sorry... Y/N..."

As much as I knew I had to leave, I couldn't I was worried about him. I reluctantly placed a hand on his shoulder. "What's happening?"

"I did it..." I said and sat on the ground. "I swear I didn't mean to get you hurt. But, I confess to everything. I  stole bolt and helm, I summoned the hound, I gave Percy the cursed shoes... And just now, I tried to kill Percy Jackson." He looked at me with empty eyes.

I shot up and looked at him in emotions I couldn't put in words. "W-Wh---" I wanted to leave and check on Percy. But once again, seeing him right now... I need to stay with him. "Why are you telling me this...?"

"Join me... please?" his voice was weak. He sounded vulnerable. "Let's serve my Lord together..."

"L-Luke... no. I-I can't do that!" I took his shoulder, "Y-You should stay with me instead. How about that, huh? L-Let's explain to Chiron and the others... come on please. I could help you!"

Nothing was working.

"Come with me..." He muttered.

"Luke, I won't join you. You have to change your mind. You can't do this."

"I can't change my mind."

"I can help you with that? How about you go with me huh? I could spend all my time doing this and that. Please, just change your mind."

He didn't reply for a while until he whispered, "Promise me."

"Promise you what?"

"You'll stay with me."

"What? Luke I wo--"

"You won't join... Just...don't stay here for the year... and stay with me."

"I-If I stay with you... what would that mean?"

"Yo-You... might change my mind."

"I'll go." I replied with no hesitation. "I'll leave camp for the year. And I'll find my parent to prove to you that Gods and Goddess aren't all bad. We'll find my parent together."

"I do my lord's bidding--"

"You can still do it. If you want to. But whatever happens... stays only between us. I'll stay with you until I change your mind. And I'll bring you back to camp."

"I would never do anything to ruin your trust in me." He knelt down. It was kinda awkward but hey... "I need you."

Worry not hero. We shall stay.

"Please..."

We'll meet again. Wait for us, we shall join you soon. Now leave.

I had no idea what happened since when I came to Luke was gone and there was no sign of him anywhere. How were we going to st---

We will meet him once we leave. Now go as our hero needs us.

I suddenly remembered Percy's state that Luke had told me about. So I ran. I ran to the Big House

***

Percy finally opened his eyes. He was propped up in bed in the sickroom of the Big House, his right hand bandaged like a club. Argus stood guard in the corner. Annabeth and I sat next to Percy, I was holding his nectar glass and she was dabbing a washcloth on his forehead.

"Here we are again," Percy said. "You idiot," Annabeth said, "You were green and turning gray when we found you. If it weren't for Chiron's healing..." "Now, now," Chiron's voice said. "Percy's constitution deserves some of the credit." He was sitting near the foot of the bed in human form. His lower half was magically compacted into the wheelchair, his upper half dressed in a coat and tie. He smiled, but his face looked weary and pale, the way it did when he'd been up all night grading Latin papers. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "Like my insides have been frozen, then microwaved." "Apt, considering that was pit scorpion venom. Now you must tell me, if you can, exactly what happened." Between sips of nectar, he told them the story.

I bit my lip trying to keep what happened between Luke and I private. It was a risky move that would not be approved by anyone after all. The room was quiet for a long time. "I can't believe that Luke..." Annabeth's voice faltered. Her expression turned angry and sad. "Yes. Yes, I can believe it. May the gods curse him.... He was never the same after his quest."

Percy was looking at me as if checking what was my reaction to his story. "This must be reported to Olympus," Chiron murmured. "I will go at once." "Luke is out there right now," Percy said. "I have to go after him." Chiron shook his head. "No, Percy. The gods—" "Won't even talk about Kronos," Percy snapped. "Zeus declared the matter closed!" "Percy, I know this is hard. But you must not rush out for vengeance. You aren't ready." "Chiron... your prophecy from the Oracle... it was about Kronos, wasn't it? Was I in it? Y/N? And Annabeth?" Chiron glanced nervously at the ceiling. "Percy, it isn't my place—" "You've been ordered not to talk to me about it, haven't you?" His eyes were sympathetic, but sad. "You will be a great hero, child. I will do my best to prepare you. But if I'm right about the path ahead of you..." Thunder boomed overhead, rattling the windows. "All right!" Chiron shouted. "Fine!" He sighed in frustration. "The gods have their reasons, Percy. Knowing too much of your future is never a good thing." "We can't just sit back and do nothing," He said. "We will not sit back," Chiron promised. "But you must be careful. Kronos wants you to come unraveled. He wants your life disrupted, your thoughts clouded with fear and anger. Do not give him what he wants. Train patiently. Your time will come." "Assuming I live that long." Chiron put his hand on Percy's ankle. "You'll have to trust me, Percy. You will live. But first you must decide your path for the coming year. I cannot tell you the right choice...." I got the feeling that he had a very definite opinion, and it was taking all his willpower not to advise me. "But you must decide whether to stay at Camp Half-Blood year-round, or return to the mortal world for seventh grade and be a summer camper. Think on that. When I get back from Olympus, you must tell me your decision." "I'll be back as soon as I can," Chiron promised. "Argus will watch over you." He glanced at Annabeth. "Oh, and, my dear... whenever you're ready, they're here." "Who's here?" Percy asked. Nobody answered. Chiron rolled himself out of the room. I heard the wheels of his chair clunk carefully down the front steps, two at a time. Annabeth studied the floor. "What's wrong?" Percy asked her. "Nothing. I ... just took your advice about something. You ... um ... need anything?" "Yeah. Help me up. I want to go outside." "Percy, that isn't a good idea." Percy slid his legs out of bed. Annabeth and I caught him before he could crumple to the floor.

I said, "I told you ..." "I'm fine," He insisted.

He managed a step forward. Then another, still leaning heavily on me. Argus followed us outside, but he kept his distance. By the time we reached the porch, his face was beaded with sweat. But we had managed to make it all the way to the railing. It was dusk. The camp looked completely deserted. The cabins were dark and the volleyball pit silent. No canoes cut the surface of the lake. Beyond the woods and the strawberry fields, the Long Island Sound glittered in the last light of the sun. "What are you going to do?" Annabeth asked us. "I don't know." Percy replied. "I got the feeling Chiron wanted me to stay year-round, to put in more individual training time, but I'm not sure that's what I want. I also don't want to leave you both with Clarisse only." Annabeth pursed her lips, then said quietly, "I'm going home for the year, Percy." He stared at her. "You mean, to your dad's?" She pointed toward the crest of Half-Blood Hill. Next to Thalia's pine tree, at the very edge of the camp's magical boundaries, a family stood silhouetted—two little children, a woman, and a tall man with blond hair. They seemed to be waiting. The man was holding a backpack that looked like the one Annabeth had gotten from Waterland in Denver. "I wrote him a letter when we got back," Annabeth said. "Just like you suggested. I told him... I was sorry. I'd come home for the school year if he still wanted me. He wrote back immediately. We decided... we'd give it another try." "That took guts." She pursed her lips. "You won't try anything stupid during the school year, will you? At least ... not without sending me an Iris-message? Both of you?" Percy managed a smile. "I won't go looking for trouble. I usually don't have to."

"You already know my plans."

"When I get back next summer," she said, "we'll hunt down Luke. We'll ask for a quest, but if we don't get approval, we'll sneak off and do it anyway. Agreed?" "Sounds like a plan worthy of Athena."

She held out her hand. Percy shook it. She gave me a hug. "Take care, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth told Percy. "Keep your eyes open."

"You too, Wise Girl."

Then turned to me, "Good luck on your own quest Droopy."

"Of course Peabody." We watched her walk up the hill and join her family. She gave her father an awkward hug and looked back at the valley one last time. She touched Thalia's pine tree, then allowed herself to be lead over the crest and into the mortal world. "I made my decision." Percy said. "What's yours?"

"I'll be leaving camp... I'm going to look for my parent..." He looked at me in shock. "I'll be back next summer," I promised him. "I'll survive until then."

"Alone?"

I smiled at him.

"Don't you want to stay with us? Mom said---"

"I want to find my parent. I need to. I'll be fine Percy."

I helped Percy to his cabin so he could pack and went to mine. To my surprise I see a middle-aged man with an athletic figure slim and fit with salt-and-pepper hair, and a very familiar sly grin. He had bags at his foot.

"Delivery for Y/N L/N."

"Uhm..."

"Hermes." He said.

I froze and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Personally packed. As a thank you for what you're about to do." He smiled softly and handed me the bags.

"H-Huh...?"

"For helping Luke."

"I..."

Don't forget her mail!

Ooh! And tell her to bring us snacks next time we meet since it'll be often now!

No it wouldn't be often! She'll be with Luke!

"Both of you keep quiet." Pulling out a mail he handed it to me. "Luke... prayed to me telling me about your plan. He asked me to help you. I don't know what or why he did it. But I know he'll change thanks to you. So do guide him."

"Sorry you lost me at the talking air..." I blinked.

Hermes laughed and showed a caduceus. "It's just George and Martha."

"Hi?"

Hello!

Hi

"I just wanted to let you know. No god or goddess could see you. No matter how hard they tried. So your secrets.. are really secrets. Good luck on your travel."

Next time we meet you should have snacks.

Then he vanished.

Staring at the letter on my hand, I was stunned seeing it was from... my mom and dad.

Sweetie,

You've made quite a friend here.

-Mom and Dad.

I immediately knew where to look. I hurriedly took my bags not bothering to check the contents. I ran to Percy's cabin and helped him out so we could leave.

Percy got a cab and looked at me worriedly.

"I'll write you. Stay safe Arthur Curry." I ruffled his hair and watched him go.

I didn't know where to go so I just went to the first secluded area I saw.

"You have more stuffs than when you arrived." I heard someone behind me.

"You prayed to your dad. I hope he knows how to pack." I sighed turning to him. Turning around I barely made out Luke from the few days I last saw him. "You okay?"

"Do you know where to look first?"

Call upon our hound.

I whistled, I don't know why. But when I did, D/N came out of the blue. Luke looked at me and my dear dog, who was probably bigger than the hound he'd summon back then. "How do feel about L.A?" I said riding on D/N and making space behind me for Luke.

~~~END OF BOOK 1~~~

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Jeongin ♥ Who Do You Love

In which you go over to the boys dorm to hangout and Jeongin gets jealous

dom!Jeongin x fem!reader

WARNING: Suggestive/smut, Fluff, jealousy, very slight angst if u squint.

Word Count: 2998

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My boyfriend Jeongin had brought me over to his dorm to hang out with him and the boys. Currently I was sitting on the couch playing on the switch with Changbin, Hyunjin, and Chan. Jeongin was next to me watching videos, honestly he looked kinda grumpy and I don't know why.

"Y/n, come help me cook!" Yelled Lee Know from the kitchen so I got up and  ruffled Jeongin's hair causing him to look at me questioningly and I said, "Love you Jeongin!"

I gave him heart fingers before going to the kitchen after seeing him blush and look back at his phone saying nothing in response; honestly kinda disappointed he could've at least returned the heart finger but no. He's been a grump since Chan took me to his room to show me his new figure.

Once I got to the kitchen Lee Know gave me green onions to cut and a knife. "Hey Lee where is the chopping board?" I looked over to him and he was pointing at the cabinet next to me. I tried to grab it but it was pretty high up.

I started to lose my balance then I felt a body against mine holding me up and I got the board down without falling. I turned around and came face to face with Lee know and we just stared at each other for a moment before we heard the door open and Jeongin came in. Lee instantly moved away and went back to the the pot as my love came in,  just looked at me weirdly and went to the fridge grabbing strawberry milk, then left.

"Hey Lee I'll be back I'ma go talk to Jeongin," I said and left the kitchen looking for Jeongin. He wasn't in the living room so I went to his room and found him on his bed. So, I layed down and hugged him while asking, "Why are you being such a grump today?" He looked at me and said, "I'm not I'm just tired and want to watch videos he said and smiled at me kissing my cheek. Which made me happy but honestly I can't tell if his smiles are real at this point anymore he always smiles now.

"Can I have some of your strawberry milk baby?" I asked and he handed it to me so I took a few sips it was soooooo good like fhdfd it's an orgasm in my mouth. I cuddled a little more with him before going back and helping Lee Know cook again.

After we finished cooking the members all helped setting the table. We all sat down and started eating and laughing talking about random things then Lee Know said, "Y/n, open up try this!" He fed me the beef before I could respond, and I looked over to Jeongin who immediately stopped laughing and started eating more.

Eventually it was 10 PM and Chris said I needed to go back to my house so my parents don't get mad and  blame him. So me and Jeongin were on our way back to my house.

"Jeongin really tell me what's wrong I'm tired of you being a grump today!" I stated sternly and he stopped and looked at me. "You, You are what's wrong with me. Every single time I bring you over one of the members is with you not me, and Lee Know sometimes I want to punch him he's always flirting with you , I should be the one flirting with you not him....."

He started walking again leaving me behind while I processed what he just said. Eventually we reached my house and I invited him in because my parents would've gotten onto me if I didn't so we went up to my room to hang out for a bit more but he just got on his phone again. So what do I do, well I take his phone from him and toss it to my floor and exclaimed, "I'm not with them right now but look, look at what you're doing nothing you're not flirting your not even looking at me!"

Jeongin looked at me and said, "Well what do you want me to do i don't even know who you love anymore, so who do you love. Is it him or me because if you can't say I'm the one for sure then I'm walking out the door." Tears were puddling up in my eyes as I said, "You, I love you, I spent most of my high school life begging you to be with me and now you finally are and you have been with me for a year and your asking this. I'm shocked Jeongin."

He looked back at me dead in the eyes and said, "How do I know that, for all I know you could be doing things with them. They're older than you even though I'm older than you too, but they're all pretty experienced they can easily take control over you and your heart so I don't know if you love me anymore... I need proof."

So right after that I kissed him and it wasn't no normal kiss, I kissed him passionately trying to express all my feelings to him. At first jeongin was just wide eyes and shocked then he started moving with me our lips dancing together. I pulled away and asked, "Do you believe me now? Do you now believe that you are the one I love!"

He looked at me pushing back his hair and said, "I definitely believe you do now, sweetness."

I blushed and quietly said, "It's like you're trying to seduce me right now. Pushing you're hair and leaning your head back like that you evil human being."

He looked at me smirking and stated, "So what if I am, you are my babygirl not Chris' or Lee Know's. I'm allowed to seduce you."

I looked up at him confused on why he said that then my eyes widened as I exclaimed, "Did I say that out loud?!?!?!"

Jeongin kept smirking and said, "Yes, you did." Then kissed me again, picking me up and setting me on his lap.

We kept kissing for like 2 minutes till he bit my lip making me whimper and he took that chance to stick his tongue into my mouth sending an shock through my body.

Since when did he know to kiss like this, he's normally innocent only kissing me on the cheek or maybe on the lips but the lips is rare even in private, but right now, I'm not getting any vibes of innocence.

Slowly he worked his way to my jawline kissing it. Then to my neck kissing licking and leaving love bites making me moan quietly.

He got back to my lips and wrapped his arms around my back pulling me as close as he could to him. We kept kissing and my hands were running through his hair making a mess of it, as he layed back onto the bed so that I was on-top of him while he was laying down.

I loosened his grip on my back and worked my way to his earlobe, licking and biting it lightly causing him to whimper from this new feeling to him. I kept on kissing and biting him but now I was at his neck.

I then made my way to Jeongin's collar bone and looked up at him to see him in a dazed state looking at me with pure love. So in that moment I went right back to his collar bone kissing it and biting it, but it wasn't a normal bite I was biting and sucking on his skin to leave a mark; making him moan out, "Y-You're supposed to be innocent y/n, h-how do you know to do this... ngh"

I looked back at him and smirked, "I could say the same thing about you innie your older than me only by a few months."

He just smirked and slid his hand under my shirt exploring my skin. His free hand worked it's way to my ass squeezing it then spanked me as he said, "You've been a bad girl, letting the others fond all over you." He then spanked me again causing me to whimper, but then we both froze and I jumped up off him and he pulled on a hoodie and tried to straighten out his hair, I was at my TV acting like I was gonna grab the switch.

All of that work because we heard my mom coming up the stairs. She opened the door and I lifted the switch out of the holder and looked at her innocently as she said, "It's getting pretty late y/n either Jeongin needs to leave or call Christopher and he can stay in the guest room if he gets permission."

I nodded my head and Jeongin called Chris to ask then after he hung up he spoke to my mom, "He said since it's late he doesn't want me out alone so to stay here and he'll pick me up around 11 tomorrow morning if needed."

She nodded her head but before she left I pleaded, "Mama can Jeongin just stay in here we're mature, I mean we're literally adults in America and you were born and raised there Mama and all I want to do is cuddle with him."

She stood at my door for a few moments before sighing, "Fine but don't do anything that'll be regretted in the long run, understood." She said sternly and me and Jeongin both nodded our heads quickly in response and when she left I put the switch back and jumped back into the bed hugging Jeongin.

We layed there till I fell asleep. Around 2am I woke back up and Jeongin was gone, but I saw the light to the bathroom that was connected to my room was on so I got up and was about to knock on the door but stopped right when I was about to knock. He was moaning I could hear him moaning my name it was quiet but still audible enough for anyone in a five feet radius of the bathroom.

I just stood there wide eyes and blushing off in my own fantasy world not realizing the moaning stopped. Then the door opened and I was snapped out of my world; Jeongin and I stared at each other pretty much talking through our eyes and I turned around quickly and tried running to the bed to hide under covers in embarrassment but he grabbed my arm pulled me into his chest.

He leaned next to my ear and whispered, "Did you hear everything I was doing, sweetness?" I just nodded my head, and he pushed me onto the bed. Before I knew it he had my shirt off and I was exposed because I don't sleep with a bra. He was scanning my entire body, while removing his shirt and pants.

Is this really about to happen am I really gonna lose my virginity right now. As Jeongin's dick sprung free, lustful fear clouded my eyes. Jeongin looked at me softly and said, "Baby I can wait for your v card much much longer, I know you're afraid to lose that but I can't just use my own hands anymore." I looked him in the eyes relived and he pulled me up to stand then pushed me down so I was kneeling on the floor as he was sitting on the bed.

I looked up at him confused on what to do. This is the first time I have seen a dick in real life and it's my boyfriend's as well. He grabbed my hand and place it on his dick. Manually wrapping my hand around it and using it as a toy guiding it up and down his shaft, till I got used to it.

He was now propping himself up on the bed, head back, and moaning out my name and cuss words following it.

I was staring at him trying to figure out what got the best reaction out of him and my conclusion was when I glided my thumb across his tip then blew on it.

Suddenly an idea struck me and immediately I put it into action. My mouth lowered onto his cock wrapping around it and he gasped in surprise, instantly sitting up straight and grabbing a handful of my hair and pushing me down onto his dick all the way causing me to gag.

He started thrusting into my mouth moaning sinnful words of pleasure. Eventually I stopped gagging and lowered my self onto him even more deepthroating him everytime he thrusted into me. "F-fucking hell I'm gonna cum sweetness!" Jeongin moaned out while pulling my head back so that he doesn't cum into my mouth, but I had other plans.

I instantly lowered my mouth back down to his throbbing shaft as he came and I took it all into my mouth. I looked back up at him and he was wide eyed and breathing heavily letting out his last bit of moans looking down at me. I made sure he saw the movement of my throat as I swallowed his cum.

He looked even more shocked and pulled me back up and kissed me while saying, "I love you, I love you so fucking much. I just didn't want to cum in your mouth I didn't want to make your mouth completely dirty..."

I just looked at him and said, "It didn't make my mouth dirty but it did give my taste buds a new favorite snack hehet!"

"Huh, what about me does your oppa get to have a new favorite snack too?" Jeongin asked and I shook my head yes.

Soon enough I was laying on the bed my pussy exposed and his mouth eating me out. I was a moaning mess. Everytime he would flick his tongue against my clit my whole body would jolt in pleasure. Then I felt something enter my pussy and I moaned out his name making him smirk in pride.

He was fingering me and eating me out at the same time. I was a moaning mess and it felt like I was on could nine. My body felt like it was engulfed in honey, he was sending so much pleasure into me just with three fingers and his tongue.

My hands worked their way to his hair pushing his face into me more because I need and want to feel more, I moaned out, "Jeongin, more give me more pleasure I feel something wierd in my stomach and I want more of that feeling!"

He snickered and hummed in response sending a vibration to my clit causing me to practically scream. His actions intensified and my whole body started shaking till I felt a release.

All the pressure that built up in my body was gone and I saw white sparkles floating around. My entire body jolted and I moaned out very loudly Jeongin licked up all my fluids and came back up to me kissing my stomach leaving hickies here and there then kissed my lips as I said, "S-so that's what having an orgasm f-feels like?!" I was completely out of breath.

Realizing that strawberry milk was actually not like an orgasm in my mouth but it was close.

Jeongin looked at me shocked, "You've never had an orgasm before?!?!? Either way I'm glad I was the one to cause it uwo." I just giggled and he got up and cleaned the whole mess. After he was finished cleaning and reclothing the both of us he got back in bed bringing me into his embrace as we fell back asleep enjoying each others embrace.

The next morning I woke up to my mom tapping on my shoulder and whispering, "I'm going to work now, I made some breakfast it's on the table whenever he wakes up remember to brush teeth and hygiene you don't want to look like teenage bums who hate the world, I love you, have a good day!!!" I hummed in response and waved to her goodbye as she left and snuggled back into Jeongin's embrace and fell back asleep.

Thirty minutes later I woke back up to Jeongin trying to get up without waking me, "Good morning innie! Go take care of your hygiene my mom made us breakfast." I said making him jump because I scared him, he nodded his head and pecked me on the lips before leaving to get clean.

#jeongin #jeongin oneshot #i.n. stray kids #jeongin stray kids #smut #fluff #scenario #oneshot #suggestive #jeongin smut #i.n. smut

[emmy-writes-sometimes]

Quarantine

When Chris’s honeymoon gets cancelled and Scott ends up getting quarantined with them to avoid New York, their lives turn to absolute chaos. This ended up being SO long!

-

           “Can I, uh…?” Chris cocked his head at the door to their home office, where his wife of a full week was sitting at her desk. She nodded, turning off her microphone and getting up. She didn’t even know why they wanted her sitting in on that meeting.

           “Yeah?” She asked as she joined him at the door. He smelled like the shaving cream he had just used in his shower.

           “So, uh, Scott’s boyfriend might or might not be sick,” Chris started, eyes squinting like he was waiting for a blow. “And he can’t be around the kids, or Mom and Dad until he tests, so can we…?” She knew what he was asking before he even finished.

           “Yes, he can stay here,” she sighed. “But no funny business, okay? I still have to work until I finish this project.” Chris grinned like a little kid whose parents said he can keep the stray dog.

           “Thank you, I love you, and he’ll be here in two hours.”

           “New York is three and a half hours away,” she reminded him, tilting her head.

           “I know. I told him he could come an hour and a half ago.”

           “Christopher!” She chided as he chuckled. “You have to make dinner tonight, then, because I’m not doing it.”

           “Fine,” he agreed. “If you feed the dogs.” She rolled her eyes and went back to work. The next time she even looked up and out the window was when Scott’s car pulled up in the driveway and he began taking a suspicious amount of luggage from it. Chris ran to the front door, guarding Dodger and their puppy, Rex, from getting out. She stood up, ready to greet Scott from six feet away.

-

           “No, no, no, you have to read the definition!” Scott exclaimed to his brother, holding his cards against humanity game in his hands. “It’s in the rules!”

           “Because you go by all the rules!” Chris taunted back, shaking his head. “I’m not reading the definition of fuckin’ Bukkake in front of my wife.”

           “You gotta!” Chris rolled his eyes but took his phone out of his pocket anyway, his face turning as red as a tomato as he read.

           “A relatively common prono fetish that includes one sperm recipient, usually of the female variety, and at least 3 or more sperm donors,” Chris read, slapping his phone down on the wooden table. “There! Happy?”

           “Oh, very,” Scott grinned like a mad man, so much so that it made Chris get up and whack the back of his head. She realized what was happening and held her arms out.

           “Nope!” She said. “No fighting. Scott’s card is the winner, and…”

           “Ha!” Scott yelled. “I won!”

           “AND he has to go walk the dogs before they poop all over the house as punishment for making Chris read an embarrassing definition out loud when it isn’t even in the rules!” She finished, putting all of her cards down. Both boys exclaimed in disgust, but they stopped arguing. Scott stood up, and so did Rex, who was sitting under the table waiting for scraps that would never come.

           “Maybe I should’ve gotten sick,” Scott groaned as he walked over to where they kept the leashes. Chris’s earlier disgust turned to laughter as he watched his brother gather the plastic bags they kept for a very specific purpose. Within a minute, Scott had both dogs leashed and was walking out of the door, while Chris cleaned up the six pack and two extras they’d had and she picked up the box of cards Scott had brought along.

           “I can not believe you let him win!” Chris said as he poured the last few drops of a beer bottle down the sink drain. She smirk. “You literally married me last week!”

           “And if it weren’t for Coronavirus, we would be swimming with pigs in the Bahamas! And drinking for breakfast, lunch, and dinner! And it would be socially appropriate!” Chris chuckled.

           “It’s better to be stuck here than there, you know that.” He knew she was disappointed, and not just because she hadn’t moved her boarding pass from the dining room table. “But I was not about to have you getting sick and die of fuckin’ Coronavirus right after I marry you.”

           “But pigs on a white sand beach, Christopher. Pigs.” He put the last of the bottles in the trash and slid it closed, then walked over to where she was standing sorting cards. He grabbed her from the back, hugging her tightly to him, and kissed the exposed skin on her shoulder.

           “I’ll make it up to you,” he said, pulling her hair aside to kiss her again. She cringed at the feeling. “Give me about ten minutes.”

           “Your beard tickles.”

           “Get used to it. It’s a quarantine beard and it’s happening.” She giggled.

           “How long do you think this’ll last?” He shrugged.

           “I don’t know, but I can guarantee we’ll get stir crazy within a week.” She took in a deep breath.

           “It better not last long because I’m going to need, just, like, an hour at some point.” Chris chuckled again, hugging her tighter.

“I’ll finish up here. You worked hard today. You should sleep.”

           “And that’s why I love you,” she replied. “It takes minimal to no effort to get you to do things for me.” Chris scoffed, but watched her disappear up the set of stairs to their bathroom to take off the makeup she had been forced to put on for a meeting.

-

           “Please tell me why you thought this was a good idea,” she groaned as she pushed the heavy couch toward Chris, who was standing on top of the dining room table, as she and Scott moved every single item of furniture around until it was in the same place it had been for the past six months.

           “Because I thought the couch would look better exchanged with the loveseat and then the loveseat with the old armchair and the picture of the creepy sea captain with the sea shell thing you have?” Chris suggested. She just glared at him.

           “Chris, we’ve been here for two hours.”

           “You didn’t even let me have a water break!” Scott complained as he flopped down on the couch. Chris got down from the table, arms crossed against his chest.

           “Well, what if we switched the piano with the sideboard? Then it would be easier to find the leashes and-”

           “I,” she started to reply, “am not moving anything else in this house.” She sat down on the loveseat, putting her feet up on the coffee table. Chris leaned down to the floor to pet Dodger.

           “At least my dog loves me,” Chris said.

           “Dodger, come here!” Scott interrupted. The dog perked up his ears and left Chris’s lap for his brother, curling up against him immediately.

           “We’re not talking to you until you make us quarantine grilled cheeses,” she said to Chris as he stood up.

           “We’re going to run out of bread.”

           “Not if I go get the sourdough starter from Ellie.”

           “Ellie doesn’t live in this house.”

           “But I can get it without even touching-”

           “We will make our own bread!” Chris declared. “Nobody leaves this house unless it’s Scott because he’s sick.”

           “Dude, thanks for giving me up.”

           “Thanks for taking my dog.”

-

           “How much longer are we going to be in actual prison?” She asked Chris as he laid back down in their bed holding a cup of coffee in each hand.

           “How many mornings are you going to make me make this?” He asked in response, handing her the Dalgona coffee she saw on Tik Tok the day before.

           “It’s good, so….” Chris sighed and put his arm between her head and the bed’s headboard, trying to wake up enough to understand what the TV was saying.

           “… Has been extended through May 4th, 2020, with another possible extension…” Both of them groaned so loudly that Scott thought they were doing something else when he walked by. He walked into the room with his own cup of hot coffee, looking at the TV before his brother and sister-in-law.

           “I’m not fuckin’ staying in this house until May 4th,” she said loudly. “Chris, make it go away.”

           “What am I supposed to do?”

           “I don’t know, call the senators and make them stop it.” Chris rolled his eyes.

           “Babe. That is not what ASP is about.” It was her turn to roll her eyes at her husband, mocking him much like Scott did.

           “Don’t start with that again,” Scott said, “it’s great, but annoying.”

           “You’re annoying.” Chris shot his brother a threatening look until he went back to the guest bedroom. “I don’t wanna stay here until May 4th either.”

           “That’s Star Wars day.”

           “Oh, hey, we could watch the new one,” Chris suggested. “Unless you lied and watched it without me.”

           “Like how you took Miles and Stella and bought them lightsabers and didn’t get me one?” She pouted.

           “Are you still mad about that?”

           “As mad as when our honeymoon got cancelled because of Coronavirus.” Chris put his coffee down and hugged her close to him. “I wanted to fuck you on a beach.”

           “And you will. You… already did, that one weekend in the Hamptons. But my point is…” The two dogs jumped up on the bed, joining their parents in a cuddle. “We’ll go when the stay at home is lifted, okay? I really don’t want to get stuck somewhere else or get sick. This shit’s serious.”

           “I know.”

           “And at least we can still spend time together. And I don’t have to be in LA next week.” Chris pressed a soft, sweet kiss to her lips. She tasted like instant coffee. “I love you and I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

-

           It had been three days and she was waiting for the I’ll-make-it-up-to-you that Chris promised. He always made promises and always kept them, always, so it was only a matter of time before something was done. It had been two weeks since Scott tested negative at a drive-thru, too, so he’d finally gone to see his sisters and the kids. Rex and Dodger weren’t battling it out for some reason, instead on their respective beds on the floor on either side of the TV stand. She was on the couch, playing Animal Crossing for the third day in a row since she’d gotten it from Target drive-up. And Chris was, surprisingly, nowhere to be found. He’d been gone since he delivered her coffee that morning. Until she heard the back door slide open and Chris walked inside in the clothes he usually painted or cleaned in.

           “Come outside,” Chris instructed. “I’m not letting you negotiate, come outside.” He had a shit-eating grin on his face, one that said he knew exactly what he was doing.

           “Why?”

           “Humor me, baby, please?” He asked, walking up to her and offering her a hand. He smelled like chemicals. For some reason, she loved him so much that she was about to cooperate with whatever scheme he had come up with to entertain them for the day.

           “Why are you taking me to the backyard?” She was suspicious. The same kind of suspicious she was on the day that he proposed to her nine months ago. But Chris didn’t answer. He just kept holding her hand and leading her outside with a stupid smile on his face and a Patriots hat on his forehead to hide it. She reached the door and looked outside to where the pool had been covered since October, since Chris was too lazy to get it heated. But this time, he had opened the pool and balanced the chemicals and cleaned the algae out. He’d cleaned off the chairs and the tables. Her tan lotion and a towel was sitting on one of the chairs, Chris’s towel and water bottle on the other. He’d taken her old sorority cooler out and filled it with beer and White Claw. He’d tried to make the honeymoon they couldn’t have.

           “Christopher,” she said as he dropped her hand. Her heart melted into a million fucking pieces at the sight, and she just looked over at him.

           “Did I do okay?” He wasn’t playing – he was genuinely asking her if he did okay.

           “Yeah.” Tears started coming to her eyes, too quickly to stop, and she stood up and kissed him. “I love you,” she said.

           “I love you too.” He gave her a watery smile and a kiss on her forehead, pulling her in for a hug. “I promise we’ll go swim with pigs once quarantine is over. Now go put your swimsuit on so I can take it off.”

           “You’re a fucking child.” She stood on her toes to kiss his cheek, thanking him again, as she turned to go change clothes. That was when a certain SUV rolled up in the driveway and Chris’s demeanor changed.

           “No,” Chris said to himself. Scott was back.

           “Chris, it’s fine!” Chris didn’t listen, instead crossing the backyard to the gate and then the gate to Scott’s car, where he tried to wave him back inside.

           “No, no, no, no, you said you were gonna be gone all day!” Scott turned off his car and got out.

           “What?”

           “I made… Oh, come on! Go back to Mom and Dad’s!”

           “I was just there!”      

           “Then go play with Miles and Stella!”

           “Why?”

           “Because I made the Bahamas in the pool for my wife.” Scott scoffed. “I didn’t even show her the blow-up flying pig floatie I ordered off Amazon.”

           “That’s all you needed to say, bud.” Scott patted his brother’s shoulder.

           “What, I needed to say a flying pig floatie or…”

           “Go spend some time with your wife, man. It’s fine. God knows when this thing is going to be over. You deserve a little happy.”

           “Dude, I live here.” Scott shook Chris’s shoulder before slipping his sunglasses back on his face and slinking back into his car. Chris sighed happily, walking back to the backyard. She was standing there, phone in her hand, and only in the towel Chris had left out for her.

           “Hey,” he replied, “good news, Scott…” He chuckled. “Are you filming this?”

           “There’s a thing on Tik Tok where you go to your boys and drop your towel,” she said with a little sad face, thinking he wasn’t into it.

           “Oh. Then go ahead.” She held her phone in the hand, dropping the towel, and watching Chris’s face light up.

           “Thank you for making our Bahamas,” she said as she shut the phone off, having recorded his reaction. She reached for the towel on the floor, but Chris shook his head.

           “There’s no way that’s going back on. If all I had to do was this to get this, then what will doing the dishes do?”

           “Chris!”

#chris evans x reader #chris evans fluff

[one-shot-plus-size]

From Sons of Anarchy to Mayans MC

Jax's sister must hide from the revenge of SAMCRO enemies, goes to Mayans MC Santo Padre. And he catches the eye of a la presidente.

Chapters 16/20

Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language. They will accept any attention and criticism :)

Part 15

Pov Olivia

- Jackson ? - I was looking at my brother sitting on the couch in the club. 

- Sister how good it is to see you - he smiled from ear to ear. 

- You're dead - I was standing there like I was laid in. 

- Well, as you can see, I'm quite well - he got up - and how are you?

- Bad without you - I moaned.

- Sister - he put his hand on my cheek - it will pass. You must learn to live with everything that has happened. 

- But how? - tears were running down my cheek. 

- You are strong - he wiped them with his thumb - the strongest woman I have seen. And I had the pleasure of calling her my little sister, my little sister.

- Jax...- I moaned. 

- You'll be fine - he kissed me on the forehead - everything will be fine, just forgive Chibs, forgive SAMCRO. It's all not their fault, and it will be easier for you, you can start with a clean card.

I nodded my head slightly, closing my eyes. 

- Now come back and live.

I broke out of bed with a heavy breath from my mouth and a sobbing came out. I gave myself a moment to cry, then wiped out my tears and breathed. Not this time, enough of crying and breaking down. I got out of bed, took a quick shower, put on my tracksuit pants and one of Jackson's shirts that I picked up from his house. I took the liberty of taking a few maybe a dozen or so things from him. I wanted to have something from him even if it was a stupid T-shirt. I left the room straight into the kitchen. 

- Hey - Wendy smiled at me. 

- Hey - I muttered. 

- Bad night? - She poured coffee into my mug.

- As if - I took the coffee and drank it - as always lura. 

- I thought you got used to it - she laughed. 

- Well, no - I smiled - before going to Santo Padre she still wants to go to Charming to the boys. I have to talk to Chibs. 

- Do you want to forgive him? - She sat down on the kitchen island. 

- I don't know if I will make such a gesture of kindness but I need to talk to him.  

- That's good, it's a step towards better - she nodded her head. 

- Pray I wouldn't kill him - I smiled and went out to the garden in front of the house.

I sat on the stairs and stared at my coffee mug.

- She was as fierce as Jackson - she laughed. 

- Finally, siblings - I looked at her. 

- You were so much alike but different at the same time. Jackson was sober, but he could get into rage, and I've never seen you angry before in my life. Not that I would want to change that anytime soon. 

- Relax -  smile - I only get mad when I have a reason. I hope you don't have that reason in the nearest future.

The conversation was interrupted by the roar of motorcycles, I looked towards the street. We both saw motorcycles entering the driveway, I smiled under my nose. As always, Bishop was the first to ride, followed by Taza and Tranq and then the rest. And at the very end a bus entered the driveway, I picked up and moved in their direction. Angel ran up to me first, grabbed me in the waist and hugged me hard. I hid my head in his chest, leaned his cheek against my head.  

- Finally, he whispered, you come home with us. So many things happened while you were away. 

- We will talk, I promise - I moved away from him slightly. 

He kissed my forehead.

- Good to see you again - he smiled.

- It's good to see you, too, Reyes, and I laughed quietly. 

He nodded his head and gave way to the rest. 

- Come inside, Wendy will make you something to eat and you can rest after a long journey.

The boys smiled and went home, I approached Bishop who was sitting on his motorcycle smoking a cigarette. He threw it on the ground and picked up. He stretched his arms, I entered them and cuddled up to him. 

- Hello - I smiled to his chest. 

- Hello, darling - he kissed me on the head - good to see you. 

Pov Taza

- How do you think El Presidente found the woman of life ? - I was looking at Tranq. 

- I think she is the one - he smiled. 

I looked back at them, Bish was smiling at her all the time. His big hand rested on her cheek, he leaned towards her. Finally their lips joined together, she embraced him by his shoulders. 

- I think we have this matter out of our minds - Tranq laughed.

- I think you are right - I smiled. 

- If he cries through it only once, it will kill him. - The blonde stood next to us. 

- These are threats - Tranq looked at her.

- I was married to one of the Sons and believe me, I know how to do it so you wouldn't even be able to react - she smiled sweetly and went back to the kitchen. 

- This family is not normal - I laughed. 

- So they fit us perfectly. 

Pov Olivia

I broke away from Bishop, leaned my forehead against mine.

- I missed him - he whispered.

- I also - I smiled slightly - come home, you have to eat something and rest. 

- Sure - he nodded slightly. 

When we moved home, I felt his hand on mine. I looked at him, he smiled gently. I bit my lower lip and woven our fingers. The boys were sitting at a large table in the kitchen, I noticed Taza's look in our direction. I smiled gently, Bishop sat at the top of the table as usual. 

- Will it be a big problem if we stay overnight? - Taza looked at me.

- No - Wendy was banging her head. 

- There will be room for all of you. 

- Thank you for your hospitality. - Bishop nodded his head slightly. 

I watched the guys discussing the food. It was supposed to be my family now, my new and happy family. 

- Auntie - I heard a whisper. 

I turned towards the door, Abel stood shyly in the entrance.

- Good morning, darling - I smiled and approached him. 

- Who is it? - He reached out to me. 

I took him in my arms and leaned against my hip.

- These are my friends you know, say hello to them - I smiled slightly. 

- Good morning - he said and hid his face in my neck.

- Good morning, my friend - Bish smiled from ear to ear. 

- What do you want for breakfast today? - I pat him on the back. 

- Pancakes with chocolate - he has come to life.

- Is your brother up yet ?

- He's brushing his teeth.

- Okay, go help him get dressed and I will make you pancakes. 

Abel nodded his head confirming, I let him go on his feet and started making pancakes. 

Pov Bishop

I looked at Olivia and her interaction with the child, she will be a wonderful mother. I hope that my children, Taza hit me under the table. I looked at him, he smiled from ear to ear. 

- You are drooling - he laughed. 

- Fuck you - I showed him the middle finger.

- Hey, no such thing - Olivia waved a spatula at us.

- Sorry - I said simultaneously with Taza. 

She laughed and went back to frying pancakes.

- You are such pancakes - Angel laughed. 

- Mr. Reyes, because you won't eat my steak anymore - Olivia turned towards it.

- You won't do that to me - he twisted his head. 

- You want to find out - she raised her eyebrow high and looked at him.

- No - he squinted.

- Well, she smiled and went back to making breakfast. 

After a while two boys entered the kitchen, the older one was a small copy of Jackson, just like the smaller one. 

- Hey, honey, Olivia leaned over to the smaller one. 

- Hi - he smiled slightly and reached out to her. 

She lifted him up and leaned on her hip, the boy leaned his head against her shoulder. She circulated with him in the kitchen making breakfast, every once in a while she would throw him on her hips. 

- You know that he has legs ? - The blonde looked at Olivia. 

- I know but my aunt has to pamper him a little - she smiled.

- And I can't deal with them when you go.

- You'll get the subject. 

- Give it to me - I approached her and reached out gently. 

- Thomas, you want to go to your uncle's hand?

The little one ripped his head off and looked at me. He measured me from foot to head and gently nodded his head. She gave it to me smiling gently. The little one grabbed my hands behind my neck and hugged me tightly. 

Pov Olivia

I put pancakes on Thomas and Abel's plates. Bishop was walking around the house with Thomas in his arms, talking to him and entertaining him. I smiled slightly at the sight. 

- He would be a good father - Taza stood next to me.

- Sure, why is there still no one? In the sense of a wife and children? - I wrinkled my eyebrows. 

- The club is his whole life. When he was a child, the el padrino family took him in and raised him as their own. I think he just didn't find the right woman to start a family with - he smiled - until now.

- What ? - I looked at him. 

- Oh woman - he patted me on the shoulder - you will soon understand.

I blushed and came back looking at Bishop, he was already looking at me. He smiled slightly, I gave him a smile. When Taza left, he approached me with a child in his arms. 

- What did you talk to my deputy about so much? - He smiled.

- El Presidente cannot know about everything - I moved my eyebrows significantly. 

- Taza - he turned to him. 

- Not Pres -he twisted his head - he won't give up her steaks, I won't tell you anything.

He laughed out loud like all the guys. 

- You already have them wrapped around your finger - he laughed and twisted his head. 

I just shrugged my shoulders and I slapped Bishop on the cheek passing him. - You'll be my death, I've been putting them together for years and you did it with food - he fell to his place. 

- The charms of good cooking - she approached me - give it to me.

- No - he twisted his head - I can handle him.

- If you want - I put a plate of pancakes in front of him - Abel, come and eat. 

- Can I eat in front of the TV?

- No - Wendy answered quickly. 

- But Mom - he moaned. 

- Sit down by the island and eat without discussion.

He moaned, but finally sat down just like Mom asked him to. I rolled up one of the pancakes and put it in my mouth.

- Have you packed up yet? - Wendy leaned her hip against the cupboard. 

- No - I twisted my head - I'll help you get around after breakfast and go pack up.  

- I wish you were leaving - she breathed, - an extra pair of hands will always come in handy with these two rascals.

- Nero will be back soon - I patted her on the shoulder.

- Fortunately - she laughed - you know that there is always room for you here. 

- I know, thanks - I smile a little - thanks for keeping me here and carrying my unbearable ass.

- As you can see I did - she nudged my shoulder. 

After breakfast, the boys spread out around the house and yard, I helped clean up the kitchen and finally went to my room to pack up. I sat on the bed and looked around the room, this room has been my refuge for the last few months. The room looked like a total mess, my clothes and other things lay everywhere. I pulled out my sports bag from under the bed and started putting things into it. Everything fit into two sports bags, I tied my hair into a chignon and fell on the bed. I closed my eyes and breathed, I was knocked out of peace. 

- Open - I opened my eyes.

The door opened and Bishop stood in it. He smiled gently, leaned against the frame with his arm. 

- What's up? - I sat on the bed. 

- Can we talk ? 

- Sure - I nodded my head. 

He entered the room closing the door behind him. 

- How do you feel ? - He sat next to me. 

- Better - I moved my arms - it still hurts but I'm learning to live with it. 

- It is good that it is better - he smiled slightly. 

I nodded my head slightly, staring at my hands. 

- Hey - he touched my hand - if you want to talk about it, you can do it with any of us. 

- I know Bish - I woven our fingers - I just have to learn to live with the fact that I no longer have a family of blood. That when I get up in the morning and go to the club, I won't see my brother or mother. That I wouldn't be able to call Jackson for advice like an older brother. You know it's not easy, I have to learn to be my own independent person. I know that I'll finally learn it just needs time. 

- It's always hard when you lose a family member. These wounds will always be in your psyche but eventually they will heal to some extent. 

- I know - I looked at him - I just have to learn it and he needs time to do it. 

- And you have as much time as you need - he smiled slightly. 

- Thank you for being my therapist - I laughed.

- I try. 

- Can we visit two places on the way to Santo Padre?

- Sure, we can stop anywhere you want. - He nodded his head. 

- I have to see SAMCRO and he wants to visit the cemetery.

- No problem.

Part 17

#Jax teller #Chibs telford #jackie boy #jackson teller #Filip telford #Chucky #olivia teller #soa #sons of anarchy #samcro #mayans mc #mayans fandom #bishop losa #angel reyes

[returnsandreturns]

i’m going through all of my google drive accounts and i’ve tried to write a novel with versions of these two ladies four times but i’ve never had a plot, just feelings about them and a general mood

there’s magic going on somewhere in there but i never write fantasy so who knowssssss

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“I’m going to do it this time,” Casey says, standing underneath the big elm tree that lives outside of Em’s house. She does a few elaborate stretches, nothing they’ve learned in gym class, kind of like what Em’s mom does in front of the TV--cardioaerobics or something. 

Em’s sitting on the little stretch of roof outside her window, her knees curled up to her chest.

“You’re going to break a limb,” she says, matter-of-factly. It wouldn’t be the first limb broken in Casey’s relentless pursuit of glory, whether it was the pinky sacrificed in an arm wrestling match or the leg broken in two places trying to climb out her window last year to go running in the woods. That’s Casey. Her inherent clumsiness and shameless athleticism go hand in hand. 

Casey’s putting her hair up in a high ponytail now before she positions her hands on her hips, Wonder Woman style. 

“Tree limb,” she asks, “or--you know--me limb?” 

“You limb,” Em replies, laughing. “Should I go ahead and call the ambulance now so they’re ready for you?” 

“You used to believe in me,” Casey says, pointing up at her accusingly. “Puberty is ruining you.”

Just the word puberty sends chills up Em’s spine. Her mom avoided giving her the talk until the last possible moment, a really horrible moment where Em tried to sneak a blood-stained pair of underwear into their laundry and her mother caught her and basically dragged her into the living room to teach her about being a woman.  

It’s been two years and Em still hasn’t recovered from hearing her mom use the words pubic hair. She grabs a gummy worm from the bag beside her and tosses it at Casey, missing her by several feet. 

“Weak,” Casey says, not even turning her head, chin tilted up and squinting at the tree through the sun. She does a couple of lunges, some weird wobbly arm movements, and then she takes a breath so deep that Em can practically feel it even from so high up and heads for the tree at a sprint. 

Em holds her breath, doesn’t take her eyes off the surprisingly elegant arc of Casey’s body in a too-big t-shirt and leggings as Casey’s scuffed Keds skid for a half a second in the grass before she leaves the ground. It’s a good jump, a strong start--Casey throws her arms up immediately to grab the closest branch and actually manages to catch it, which is further than she’s gotten since her primary goal in life became Climb Em’s Ancient Tree Guardian. 

It’s just an Elm tree. Em might have been convinced when she was a kid that a little bit of her grandmother’s soul was inside of it and might have told Casey that once when they were younger. Their sleepover talk tended to veer in the direction of I thought for awhile that my grandmother didn’t so much die as she became one with the giant tree in our front yard conversations, rather than the things that girls in movies talk about. She thinks this might be true of lots of girls, but she can’t say for sure.

Casey had nodded like it was the most reasonable thing in the world and refused to enter Em’s house without first greeting her grandmother from that point on, originally with reverence, eventually with hugs. This morning, she had thrown her arms around the trunk and said, voice slipping into something a little more sweet and Southern than usual, “Granny, you’re gonna accept me into your arms today.” 

Casey swings from the branch and her feet scramble against the bark to try to force herself up before she says, “Shit damn,” in one breath and her hands slip. 

Heat flares up underneath Em’s skin. For a second, everything dims except the shine of the sun against Casey’s hair, braids piled up on top of her head. She might not actually hurt herself if she falls, but it doesn’t matter. The world shifts inside Em’s head. Two seconds pass and Casey lands gently on her knees in the grass. 

“Why does she hate me?” Casey asks, sighing dramatically and throwing herself onto her back, not noticing a thing. “Doesn’t she know I’m family?” 

Em draws in a shaky breath before she smiles, throws down another gummy worm that lands on Casey’s bare stomach where her shirt has ridden up. Casey laughs and eats it immediately.

“She’s a tree,” Em says. “She doesn’t know anything.” 

“Don’t talk about your grandmother like that,” Casey says, still laughing. She groans like the weight of the world is on her fourteen-year-old bones as she pushes herself to her feet, pointing a finger at Em. “Don’t move, I’m coming up.” 

“Yes’m,” Em murmurs, leaning back against the wall, her feet dangling over the edge. This is as dangerous as she gets: sitting. 

She can hear the front door open and shut, hear Casey yell, “It’s just me, Ms. Adams,” and Em’s mom yell something back--Casey’s footsteps diverted at the sound. She’s probably going to get some concerned noises about grass stains and the scrapes on her hands where they slid and lost their grip. Em takes deep, deep breaths until her heart finally calms down and Casey’s hands hit the half-closed window, making Em start. 

“Jesus,” she murmurs. 

“Nope, just me,” Casey says, shoving the window open and crawling through it, immediately dropping down to sit next to Em, their arms pressing together. Casey’s skin is sun warm and soft, the sleeves of her t-shirt rolled up and held with safety pins. 

“You okay?” Em asks, turning sideways to eye her up and down. Casey wipes her hands off on her knees before presenting them obligingly, showing faint scrapes on her palms, skin a little swollen.

Em takes one of them and hates the blush that threatens to rise in her cheeks at the touch, dropping it immediately and turning her head back to the house across the street. She’s been blushing a lot lately. With all the things she can control when her heart’s geared in the right direction, she can never stop the blush. 

“You could just get a ladder,” Em says, and Casey tips her head back and laughs and laughs, a little hoarse. Casey’s voice is always just a little hoarse. Em says it’s because she talks too much. 

Casey says it’s because she’s got a lot to say, refuses to accept that it’s the same thing. 

“I’m going to get up in that tree,” she says, a grand declaration, her arms that isn’t shoved up against Em’s arm shooting into the air, “before we’re in high school.” 

It’s July. July 6th, to be exact. Em knows this without looking to check because it’s been two days since the Fourth of July and people are still setting off fireworks, like they bought too many, like they’re just not done celebrating. 

“That’s not an awful lot of time,” Em says. They left middle school behind in the hazy past, one more summer until they became something entirely new. That was the plan, anyway. The last three years have produced a long and varied list of Things We’ll Do Before We’re In High School, and they haven’t exactly done--most of them. Any of them, really. 

“We’ve also gotta get kissed,” Casey says, making a face that Em can see out of the corner of her eye. She turns her head just enough to make the same face back at her. Kissing was on the list, an unfortunate necessity that they both agreed had to be faced head-on. If gossip was to be believed, and they weren’t exactly in a position to question their only source of news, every other girl in their classes has found an appropriate boy-shaped human to touch mouths with by this point. 

“You could just kiss the tree,” Em says, and Casey snorts on a laugh, insinuating an arm around Em’s shoulder so they’re tucked together. 

“She’s too old for me,” Casey says. “I’ll just have to pick someone and go for it.”

“Romantic,” Em says.

“Kissing isn’t romantic, anyway,” Casey says. “It’s just. Wet.” 

“How do you know?” Em asks, smiling sideways at her. 

“It’s basic science,” Casey says. “Lips. Tongues.” 

She sticks hers out at Em, and Em copies her before she turns away again, hiding her face in her knees because, yeah, there’s the blush. It’s always right under the surface, ready to come out and ruin her whole life.

“Tongues,” she repeats, muffled.

“I don’t understand it, either,” Casey says, airily, “but, yeah, tongues.”

Casey’s arm tightens around her, her head tipping to rest against Em’s after Em sits up again. The sun is hot on their heads, and Casey’s skin is warm against hers where they touch, arms and ankles and temples.

“Kissing,” she says. “Safely consume alcohol without getting caught.”

“That’ll be easy,” Em says. Her mom’s got a liquor cabinet--well, it wasn’t made with that intended purpose, but there’s a cabinet in their kitchen that’s close enough--and Casey’s parents are so distracted with her new baby brother that they could do shots in the middle of their living room and they wouldn’t even notice. 

“I want to get in a fist fight,” Casey continues, “but I know how you feel about that.”

“You weigh ten pounds and you will die,” Em says, nodding. Casey laughs.

“So, no fist fighting,” she says. “Unless it comes up naturally.”

“No fist fighting at all.”

[sidehowriting]

Dear Sarah

A/N: Last fic I’m gonna post before my second semester of grad school! That’s so crazy! Also, I don’t have any more challenges at the moment so if you know any or have any requests/suggestions, I am all ears! Anyways, this is for @urbanhaz 1k Writing Challenge! Here’s hoping its good! I tried a different format. 

Italics are letters (and one line from a tv program)

Prompt: Just breathe, okay?

Pairings: Dad!Steve x Daughter (?)

Summary: Steve writes his daughter letters while he’s away on missions

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings:  Angst, aftermath of character death, kinda IW fix but kinda not?

“Sarah,” her mother’s soft voice pulled her from her sleep. “Sarah, sweetie. Wake up.” Sarah opened her eyes, squinting as they were assaulted with light. She wasn’t a morning person.

“I made you some breakfast,” her mother said. Sarah focused in on her, now noticing a tray with a plate of pancakes on it. “They’re your favorite.” Sarah sat up and her mother placed the tray on her lap. “I wanted you to get them while they’re still hot and fresh.”

“Thanks,” Sarah mumbled, still tried. She rubbed her eyes and grabbed the nearby fork.

Her mother smiled sadly and kissed her forehead. “Uncle Bucky’s gonna come over in a couple hours to see you.”

Sarah groaned. “Does he have to?” She pushed the pancakes around on her plate. “I don’t really want to see him today.”

“Yes. He does.” Her mother’s tone was firm and final. Sarah grumbled and rolled her eyes, keeping her gaze down at her food. She heard her mother sigh and knew her demeanor changed. She didn’t need to look at her mother to know her mother’s shoulders had slumped, and she probably had her head in her hands. “This is a hard day for us too, Sarah.” Her mother’s feeble voice went straight to her heart. “We should be together.”

Sarah wanted to apologize but the words wouldn’t leave her mouth. She simply kept her head down, focusing on eating her food. The soft footsteps of her mother faded from the room, the door creaking close behind her.

As she ate, she picked up her phone. She stared at the dark screen for several bites. Did she want to open it? With a click of a button, the screen lit up and she was bombarded with messages from her different social media pages. It was a mix of news articles about the fourteenth anniversary of the defeat of Thanos and people wishing her a happy birthday.

She tossed her phone to the side, not wanting to deal with it. Instead she grabbed her remote and turned on her small television. Of course, it was on a news coverage station.

“…one of the most destructive days in Earth’s history as the Children of Thanos attacked. Had it not been for the sacrifice of Captain America, Steve Rogers, the casualties would have been much higher.”

Sarah angrily changed the channel settling for a children’s show teaching colors. Her eyes were stinging and burning as she hyper fixated on the little animal on her television pointing out all the things that were red.

She finished her food while watching the children’s show, not wanting to change the channel and see any more reminders. She set her tray to the side and snuggled back into her bed, wanting to just lay there forever.

And she would have, had it not been for her mother yelling for her. Sarah pulled herself up, quickly changing her clothes and went towards her mother’s voice. Sarah found her in the living room with Bucky, a brown package in his arms.

“Hey, baby girl.” He smiled when he saw her, approaching her with caution. “How are you doing today?”

Sarah shrugged, not really feeling like talking. She loved her Uncle Bucky. Deeply and truly. He was like a father to her. But today was not the day she wanted to see him. She wanted her own father.

Bucky motioned for her to sit on the couch with him. She did, her mother taking a seat across from them. “I know you’re not about presents today,” he said, pushing the package towards her. “But I think you should make an exception for this.”

The package was thick and heavy. She eyed Bucky and her mother, unsure. “I don’t understand.”

“Open it,” her mother pressed. “I think you’ll really like it.”

Sarah rolled her eyes and did as she was told, tearing the brown paper away from whatever was hidden inside. A solid brown book was exposed. She looked back to her mother and Bucky who both encouraged her to open it.

Flipping the cover, the first thing she saw was a picture of her as a baby nestled snuggly in her father’s arms. She continued to flip, eyes glossing over as she saw more and more pictures. Spanning from her parents wedding to just before her fourth birthday. Her dad present in every single one. There were also articles about him and the Avengers. Some she had read before some she hadn’t.

“Are these letters?” She asked as she continued through. “From dad?”

Bucky nodded. “He wrote you on almost every mission he went on.”

“He did?” She asked, taking in the page after page that started Dear Sarah.

“Bucky and I worked really hard to make this for you. So, did all the others,” her mother said. “Your dad wanted you to have this today.”

Sarah closed the book and held it close to her. “I don’t know what to say.” She bit her lower lip to stop herself from crying.

Bucky patted her knee. “You don’t have to say anything. Do you want to take some time and read the letters?” Sarah nodded. “Go on, then. I’ll hang out for awhile if you want to talk after.”

Muttering a quiet thank you, Sarah clutched the book to her chest like it was her lifeline. She scurried to her room and dove back under her covers. Flipping to the first letter, she started reading.

Dear Sarah,

There’s nothing quite like sleeping on a blanket on a concrete floor to really make you question your life choices. This is one of the things I don’t miss about missions. Sleeping and eating arrangements have always been a hit or miss and sadly this time it’s a miss. Not exactly what I had imagined on my first mission back from paternity leave.

Honestly, I could have stayed on paternity leave for forever. There was nothing better than being able to spend every moment with you. There hasn’t been a lot of research done on genetically modified super soldiers being frozen for 70 years and how that effects their ability to have children. We didn’t think we would be able to have any. That didn’t bother us. We were fine just being together. It was at our wedding during our first dance, your mother leaned in real close and whispered to me that she was pregnant. That was one of the best days of my life. Not only was I marrying the most amazing woman in the world, but I found out I was going to be a dad.

Ever since that moment you have been on my mind. At first it was that you were healthy. Then what you would look like. What kind of baby you would be? Would I be any good as a dad? Now that you’re here, I can only imagine what kind of person you’ll grow up to be. I love you so much, Sarah. You’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been. And right now, I’m missing ya like crazy.

For a while I didn’t think I would go on another mission. They just didn’t seem important comparatively. But Tony convinced me, and your mother supported me. So, I’m here, thousands of miles away from you and wishing I was back at home. It’s weird, thinking about it. I miss the grim and grit of fatherhood. I miss waking up at odd hours with you. Feeding you just to have you sip up all over me. I miss being elbows deep in poopy diapers. I had heard that becoming a father changes a person, but I greatly underestimated the extent.

You probably don’t miss me. That’s okay. You’re just a baby after all. Mom’s still there taking care of your needs. I know she’s doing a great job. You have the most wonderful mother and I’m so happy to have her in my life. She has blessed me with such happiness I never thought I would get. Or deserved for that matter.

It’s getting late and I’m nearing the point of exhaustion where I don’t care what I’m sleeping on, I just want to sleep. That’s exactly what I was waiting for. Hopefully things will go smoothly, and I’ll be home to you soon. I can’t wait to hold you and kiss you and tell you just how much I love you. You’re my world, Sarah.

Love Dad

Dear Sarah,

I learned a new term today. “Old soul” Nat told me it means someone who was born out of their time. She used it to describe me except my soul is literally old, not metaphorically. It’s strange. I wasn’t really born out of my time. I was born in my time but then I was frozen for years and woke up in a different time. So, my soul is old but I’m not sure that’s exactly what she meant.

Anyways, that got me thinking about time. Sometimes I think about what my life would be like if I stayed in the 40s. What would I have done? What would I have accomplished? Would I still be Captain America? Would I have a family? I think about Peggy too. Would we have dated? Married? Had kids? Part of me still loves her and always will.

I love your mother too. I don’t want you to think I don’t. This is something we talked in depth about before we got married. She understands as best as she can without actually having been frozen for decades. Your mother is so incredible. Sometimes I think that I was frozen so I could meet her.

You’re the absolute joy of my life, Sarah. If I could turn back time and stay in the 40s, I know I wouldn’t. There’s nothing that could make me give up my life with you. Being with you, watching you grow. You amaze me everyday and I’m so lucky to be yours.

Love Dad

Dear Sarah,

I got a video today of you taking your first steps. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to see it. You looked so adorable though. I can’t believe you’re walking already. It seems like just yesterday I was holding you in my arms for the first time. Now you’re walking, and you can say a few words. You’re growing up so fast, baby girl. Please slow down.

I was having a hard time after I saw you walk. I missed this major milestone, what else would I miss? I do want to be there for all your firsts. Bucky assured me that I’d see the rest of them. I’m not sure if he’s right. There’s a lot of uncertainty with this job. Missions just popping up, taking longer than normal. And it’s dangerous. While most of the time I’m pretty confident, there are days I think that I might not make it. I don’t want to die, and have you resent me for it because I wasn’t around. That’s my biggest fear.

This letter got depressing faster than I thought it would. Sorry about that. I just wanted to say that I love you and I’m so proud of you.

Love Dad

Dear Sarah,

I just left the house not even an hour ago and I feel so guilty. We’re still on the quinjet, on our way to Russia, and all I want to do is turn the jet around and go back to you. You’ve never cried when I left before. Mostly you didn’t even seem to notice. You were either playing or sleeping or eating or doing something that was much more interesting then Dad going on a mission. But today you actually cried when I walked out, and it hurt much more than I thought it would.

I knew this day would come and I thought I was ready. Boy was I wrong. I’m sure you know by now that I’m a huge sucker. You pout your little lip and I’ll do whatever I can to make you smile. Tony says that makes me a pushover, but I prefer to think of it as A+ parenting. You’re my girl and I just want you to be happy. Yet here I am, the reason you were crying.

I know I mentioned before how I was considering not going back to the Avengers when you were born. And the urge to quit hasn’t been this strong since my first mission back. I love you, Sarah. I love you so much. And if I could just stay at home with you forever, I would. But the world is a big, bad, messy place. I want to help clean it up. And I do it for you. Always remember that. Everything I do, I do with your well being in mind.

Love Dad

Dear Sarah,

Tony made a joke today that I didn’t think was funny. He said that you were going to be a heart breaker when you got older and I’d have to fight away the boys. The whole team laughed but me. It’s kind of made me realize that you’re going to grow up one day and you might not need your dear old dad. That’s terrifying to me.

You’re going to become a teenager. You’re going to get moody and have woman problems and want to date boys. I wish they had a manual for how to deal with those things. I know I’ll have your mother to help out. I know she’ll play a big part in helping you navigate that phase of your life. I want to help you through it too. I just don’t know how good I’ll be at that.

I hope you’ll be patient with me. I know I’ll no doubt do or say something stupid (Bucky has reminded me of this time and time again). I won’t mean to. I just don’t have much experience with dealing with girls. I have no sisters and can count on one hand how many girls talked to me before the serum. I promise to try, though. I promise to support you no matter what and to love you unconditionally. Bucky assures me there will be times where loving you will be hard but that’s when you’ll need the love the most. Thinking about that scares me a lot. I just want to be the best dad I can be for you.

And I will greet all your dates dressed as Captain America. Shield and all. You’re my baby girl and I want all the boys to know that.

Love Dad

Dear Sarah,

I hate when missions take longer than expected. I thought I was going to be home days ago, but here I am stuck in a crappy motel room sharing a bed with Sam. He snores so loud its unbearable. I miss the comfort of home. I miss waking up to the smells of breakfast that you and your mother had prepared. I miss afternoon naps with you next to me.

I still have the stuffed bear you put in my pack. It goes with me on every mission now. It’s a sweet reminder of you and what I have at home. Those little things keep me going when Sam’s obnoxious snores try to hinder me.

I thought I would have more time to write to you, but Sam just woke up and yelled at me for having a light on. Guess I have to go to bed now. And possibly smother Sam with a pillow.

Love Dad

Dear Sarah,

Radio silent missions are always the worst. And I know they’re the worst for your mom too. Its so hard not talking to her and you while I’m out. Even if its just a quick text to remind you guys how much I love you.

Your mom spoils me though. She always sends me so many pictures and videos of you guys so when I can finally turn my phone back on, that’s the first thing I see. Last time she sent me a video of you playing with some paints. You said it was a picture for me when I get back. And then you said you loved me. I saved that video. I watch it whenever I get the chance and I always tear up. I have the picture you made in my office at the compound. You have an appreciation for the arts just like your old man. You’re gonna be a great artist one day. I can feel it.

The mission should only last another day. As soon as we’re in the all clear I’m going to try to video chat with you guys if it’s not too late. Your mom will no doubt pick up and at least show me you if you’re sleeping. I hope you’re not though. I miss your voice. I miss hearing you say you love me. I can’t wait to come home and cover your face in kisses.

Love Dad

Dear Sarah,

I love you. And I know I tell you that all the time, as often as I can, but I wanted to start off this letter that way. Saying I love you and I’m so proud to be your dad. I can’t put into words how honored I am to have that privilege. And I can’t emphasize it enough. You’re my world, baby girl. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.

I know I’ve written a lot of letters to you over the years. My plan is to collect them all up and give them to you as a gift one day. Maybe your eighteenth birthday? Or whenever it feels right. And I’ve told Bucky, Sam, Nat, and just about everyone else it too. And you’re probably reading this feeling all confused as to why I would take the time to write it all down.

There’s a real big bad coming. Thanos. I don’t know much about him but Bruce it scared out of his mind. He can’t even Hulk out anymore because of facing him. I didn’t know someone existed that could scare the Hulk away. After hearing what his guy is about, I feel like I should prepare for the worst. That I won’t make it back to you. And should that be the case, I want to make sure you know exactly how much I love you. How much I think about you during every mission.

If this is my last chance to talk to you, I want it to matter. I want to write everything I feel. I don’t want you to grow up and think that I just left. That I just threw myself into battle. Because that’s not it. Sure, before I had a family I just charged forward towards the bad guy, trying to do the right thing. But that hasn’t happened since you. Every time I’ve put my life on the line, I’ve done so thinking about how I was making the world a better place for you. I don’t want you to have to worry about the evil that exists. I want you to be able to go to bed every night with peaceful dreams.

I can’t lie to you and tell you that I’m not scared out of my mind. I try to put on a brave face for everyone, including you, but I can’t right now. The thought of Thanos making his way to earth makes me feel sick. We know where he’s going to go but my mind can’t help but wander. What if he does something else? What if he attacks you and your mom?

I’m also scared of dying. This is such a different feeling than in the 40s before I was frozen. I didn’t have then what I do now. I keep thinking of you growing up and getting married and having your own family. I want to be there for that. I want to see you grow and live. I don’t want to miss a second of your life and I’m scared that I will. But I’m even more scared that I won’t make it through this and it will be for nothing. That Thanos will still get to you and I can’t protect you.

You’re still so little and I know if I don’t come home you might forget me. Not that you won’t know who I am. Your mom has so many pictures and stories to tell you. But you won’t be able to remember me for yourself. At least, not fully.  Your actual memories will fade as you get older and that thought makes me so sad. I don’t want you to forget me. I don’t want you to forget those moments that were just between the two of us. That weren’t captured by other people. Those nights when you couldn’t sleep, and I’d lay in bed with you for hours. Playing dress up and tea party while mom was out running errands. Those little moments keep me going and to know that those will be forgotten…

If you’re reading this one day and you’re older and you can’t recall those moments, it’s ok. I’m not writing this letter to make you feel guilty for growing up and forgetting. I’m writing it, so you know those moments happened and they meant everything to me. I want you to know that they did happen and even if you can’t quite recall them just know that I went on every mission thinking of them and smiling and missing you like crazy.

Everything I’ve done has been for you. Every mission, every night away, everything. You’re the most important person in my life, Sarah. I want nothing more than to create a world where I know you’ll be safe and happy.

I’m being told an alien ship is approaching. I don’t know if this is Thanos or not but it’s big and it’s bad. I love you so much, Sarah I can’t even put it into words. You’re my world, my baby girl, my whole heart. I hope I can make you proud.

Love Dad

She sat in her bed, clutching the book when she was done. There were so many thoughts going through her head. She had seen so many pictures and videos of her father. Countless interviews. But reading his words, words he had written specifically for her, was different.

He was right, she really couldn’t remember him on her own. She just had bits and pieces to cling to. Flashes of herself crying and clinging to her father. Wearing a plastic princess crown while having a tea party with her stuffed animals and her dad. He always drank his fake tea with his pinky out. Sharing secrets that were too silly to remember in the middle of the night. Sarah wasn’t even sure those were real or just what she wished had happened.

Suddenly, she was livid. Why would her dad do this to her? Why would he leave her with nothing more than letters to remember him? Why did he die on her birthday? In a fit of rage, she chucked the book. It flew across the room, hitting her lamp and knocking it to the ground. Both items fell with a loud thud, the lamp shattering into pieces.

When that didn’t soothe her, she threw herself face down on her bed and screamed. She screamed and cried and punched her comforter as hard as she could. Heavy footsteps entered her room, but she paid no mind to them nor the dip in her bed.

“It’s okay.” Bucky’s hand was a comfort on her back. “It’s okay, baby girl.”

She was crying herself into hysterics, her breaths coming out in gasps. “I… I can’t…”

“Sh,” Bucky cooed, “Sh. Just breathe, okay?” He rubbed her back. “Calm down. Breathe. Then you can talk.”

Sarah nodded, her face hidden by pillows. The whole while Bucky stayed by her side, rubbing her back and whispering reassurances to her. When she thought she was composed, she tried talking again. “Why was he so dumb, Uncle Bucky? Why was my dad so dumb and stubborn?”

Bucky’s laugh caught her off guard. She picked her head up, giving him a questioning look. “Sweetheart, I’ve been asking that question for over a hundred years,” he said, smiling at her. “Your dad was just an idiot.”

Pushing herself up, she sat on the bed next to him. She stared silently at the mess she made in her room. “My lamp broke,” she whispered.

“I see that.” He got up and walked over to the shattered remains. He stepped cautiously as to not walk on glass. He picked up the book and brushed the debris off it. Then he sat back down next to Sarah, passing it back to her.

Sarah took it, running her fingers over the plain cover. “Did you read any of the letters?”

“A bit. Enough to be able to organize them in the book. I tried to keep them in chronological order.”

She wrapped her arms around the book. “I miss him, Uncle Bucky. I miss him so much…” Tears were in her eyes again. “I miss my daddy…”

Bucky put his arm around her. “I know, sweetheart. I know. I miss him too. We all do.”  

She continued to hold the book close to her, her cheek resting against the spine. “Thank you so much,” she said. “This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” Bucky rubbed her back again. “I’m glad to finally give it to you. I put the finishing touches on it a couple months ago and have just been waitin’ for your birthday to roll around.”

A silence fell between them. Sarah didn’t know what else to say. There was still a lot going on inside her that she needed some time to process. Instead, she decided to change the subject. “Did mom tell you I got accepted to that art school in California?” Sarah asked, peaking up at Bucky.

“She did,” Bucky said, smiling widely at her. “And a full ride too. That’s amazing, Sarah. I’m so proud of you.”

“Do you… do you think Dad would be proud too?”

“Absolutely, kiddo. And your mother said you’re workin’ on a new project. Can I see it?”

She set the book down on her bed and crossed her room. She quickly glanced down at the shards of glass knowing at some point she would need to clean that up. Ignoring her future responsibilities, she opened her closet, showing the little makeshift art studio she created.

Instead of hanging clothes, there was a lone easel. It took up most of the space, leaving just enough room for a box of paints and brushes. A white canvas was set on the easel, revealing Sarah’s latest piece. It was a water color portrait of Captain America’s shield. The thick black outlines standing out and highlighting the pastel reds and blues within the shield itself.

“It’s not finished,” Sarah said. Mounted on her closet door was her father’s shield. Carefully, she plucked it from its hook, and brought it down, level with her painting. “But I think it’s starting to look pretty good.”

“It’s beautiful, baby girl.” Bucky stood up and walked over to her, eyeing the painting and then real shield. “I can see your dad hanging it in his office.”

Sarah’s face lit up at the praise. “Really? You think so?”

“Sarah,” Bucky said, “Steve was over the moon for you. Since he found out he was gonna to be a dad I can’t think of a day where he didn’t talk about you. You were everything to him. I know, wherever he is, he’s so freakin’ proud of his baby girl.”

She looked down at her father’s shield. Its reflective surface showing her her own face. She had been told she looked a lot like him but after seeing picture after picture of the two of them in her new memory book, she conceded. She did look exactly like him and seeing her reflection in his shield brought a new wave of tears to her eyes. And a new wave of emotions in her heart. “I’m proud of him too.”

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MonthofMaybel2019 Week 4: Mabel’s Guide to Cryptid Families!

So I’ve never done this before, but I wrote it out like a transcript for an actual TV show.  Was kind of a fun experience?  (although formatting this thing was a nightmare and I couldn’t even copy over most of the formatting here @,@) Anyway I hope you like it!

Also these fics for the month of maybel are linked; it would help to read the one for week 2 about Anansi, but long story short, he’s a spider-person who wants to weave from a society where everybody’s a warrior.  He was an outcast, but helping his people win a series of contests against the Mantises meant that he’s not completely shunned anymore. 

Okay.  *Now* enjoy! INT. DIPPER AND MABEL'S ROOM – DAY

MABEL WEARS A HAND-KNITTED PINK SWEATER WITH FOUR HEARTS ON THE FRONT, EACH WITHIN ANOTHER.  MABEL STANDS IN FRONT OF A WALL PAPERED WITH BOY BANDZ POSTERS, PIG PICTURES, AND POSTERS FROM ANTARCTICA.  THE CORNER OF A MESSY DRESSER IS ON HER RIGHT, THE EDGE OF A WINDOW ON HER LEFT. 

MABEL Families come in many shapes and sizes, sometimes as small as Nana and Liro in Liro and Pugface, sometimes so big you have second-cousins you didn't even know about until you got your inheritance! 

Today we're going to take a closer look at some particularly unusual families – CRYPTIDS!!!

SWISH PAN – WINDOW ON MABEL'S LEFT

ANANSI STANDS ON THE WINDOWSILL FACING THE CAMERA.  THE BACKYARD IS VISIBLE THROUGH THE WINDOW.   A TERMITE MOUND STRUCTURE RISES IN THE FAR CORNER OF THE YARD, TEEMING WITH SPIDER-PEOPLE.

MABEL Please welcome our first guest, a seriously cute member of the Spider-People living in our backyard!  And ladies, he's single!

ANANSI (looking nervously at camera) Are you sure that's not an insect?  It has a very large black eye.

MABEL So, Anansi!  Tell us about your brother!

ANANSI (brightening) Oh! He's one of my people's finest warriors.  He can lift over a hundred times his own weight, run for hours without getting tired, and adjust his strategy in the middle of a battle.  Even after his legs were injured in the Challenge, many young warriors were seeking him out as a trainer – I could see him teaching them from here. 

MABEL What did you guys like to do together?

ANANSI Sparring, mostly!  Not that I was ever any good, but he was very patient and kept encouraging me to try again no matter how many times I fell down.  And I fell down a lot.  He always said that every warrior mattered.  But, well...I'm clearly never going to be a warrior now, with the Weaving, so I don't know, but he might be – oh!

SWISH PAN – WINDOW ON WALL TO RIGHT

A SLIGHTLY LARGER SPIDER-PERSON IS CLIMBING OVER THE SILL OF THE WINDOW.  HALFWAY UP HIS BODY TENSES THE MOMENT HE NOTICES THE CAMERA.

BROTHER An enemy insect!  Hya!

BROTHER HURLS A SLIM OBJECT STRAIGHT AT THE CAMERA LENS.  THE BEGINNING OF MABEL'S SHRIEK IS HEARD AS WHAT IS CLEARLY A SPEAR STRIKES THE LENS.

STATIC

CUT TO FIRST WINDOW

ANANSI AND BROTHER STAND ON THE FIRST WINDOW SILL, MOUND STILL IN THE BACKGROUND.  ANANSI IS ON THE LEFT AND BROTHER IS ON THE RIGHT.  THEY STAND SEVERAL INCHES APART, BOTH SQUARELY FACING THE CAMERA.  THERE IS A SLIGHT CRACK IN THE UPPER LEFT CORNER OF THE LENS.  ANANSI'S ARMS ARE PULLED IN AND HE FIDGETS SLIGHTLY, CLEARLY NERVOUS.  HIS EYES MEET THE CAMERA BUT KEEP FLICKERING AWAY.  BROTHER'S ARMS ARE RELAXED, YET HIS POSTURE CONVEYS PREDATORY STRENGTH AND GRACE.  HIS GAZE IS STEADY.

BROTHER Are you sure that is not an insect?

MABEL Anansi was just telling us about how you two spent time together!  Do you have any embarrassing spiderbro stories to share with us?

BROTHER (stoically) My brother is not an embarrassment.  His Weaving allowed us to win back a large portion of our land from the conniving Mantises.  Word of his deed has already been sent out to the rest of our people.  He will teach a new generation of Weavers and spearhead our victory in reclaiming our ancestral lands. I believe he is a greatly valued and talented Weaver.

MABEL (squeals) AWWWWWW! Anansi is there anything you want to say?!

ANANSI (mumbling) Th-thank you.

BROTHER (grunts)

ANANSI'S FACE IS BRIGHT RED AND HE STARES DOWN AND TO THE SIDE, EQUALLY STUNNED, EMBARRASSED, AND TOUCHED.  BROTHER IS STOIC, STILL SQUARELY FACING THE CAMERA.  THE TWO STAND SILENTLY FOR SEVERAL SECONDS. SLOWLY BROTHER'S RIGHT ARM STARTS TO RISE.  A SPEAR COMES INTO VIEW.

MABEL Wai–

STATIC

EXT. ROOF OF SHACK – DAY

SOOS'S FACE FILLS THE SCREEN, SMILING HAPPILY AGAINST A BACKGROUND OF REDWOOD TREETOPS AND BRIGHT BLUE SKY.  SOOS'S FACE IS TOO CLOSE AND HIS ARMS ARE EXTENDED; HE IS HOLDING THE CAMERA.  STRANGE CHIRPING NOISES COME FROM OFF SCREEN ON THE LEFT.  

MABEL Our second guest comes to us from a certain roof in Gravity Falls, Oregon.  Please welcome – Soos!

SOOS Hi, Mr. Pineses!  Can I give shoutouts?  Is that allowed?  

MABEL Absolutely! Can you tell us about the new addition to your family?

SOOS Oh, sure!

CAMERA SWINGS ERRATICALLY AND STOPS ON A MASSIVE NEST SITTING ON THE ROOF. IN THE CENTER OF THE NEST IS A YOUNG PTERODACTYL THE SIZE OF A SEMI TRUCK, CURLED UP AND FAST ASLEEP.

SOOS Tada! We named him Kitten because he chases that little red laser around just like a quarter-ton kitten.  Aw, look –

ZOOM IN, FOCUS BLURS, THEN CLEARS ON A CLOSE-UP OF KITTEN'S FACE.  ITS FRONT CLAWS SCRABBLE LIGHTLY AGAINST THE NEST.  ITS UPPER LIP IS TWITCHING, REVEALING SHARP WHITE TEETH GLISTENING WITH SALIVA, AND ITS EYELIDS OPEN SLIGHTLY TO REVEAL GROTESQUELY ROLLING EYES.   

SOOS (Abnormally Loud Stage Whisper) He's dreaming!

MABEL (Abnormally Loud Stage Whisper) How did he end up on the roof?

SOOSOh –

SWISH PAN ERRATICALLY BACK TO CLOSE-UP OF SOOS

SOOS So we think he was learning to fly and crash-landed on the lawn.  I got him to hold still long enough to fix his wing, and then we bonded over a housewarming barbeque, and by the time his mom showed up we were basically like brothers!  So he sleeps here during the day while his mom hunts and then they go home to the dino mines at night.  At least until his wing heals up.

MELODY (Off Screen) Soos! Don't forget to wake up Kitten for his three o' clock snack.  And no more gingerbread men!  We don't want him getting ideas about the tourists!

SOOS You got it, honey!

LOUD SCREECHING FROM OFF SCREEN

SOOS(grinning)Uh-oh! Sounds like someone heard the word 'snack'!  He's so smart.

PAN TO KITTEN, WHO IS CRAWLING AWKWARDLY BUT RAPIDLY OUT OF HIS NEST.

KITTEN SCREECHES AND BITS OFF THE TOP HALF OF THE CHIMNEY.

SOOS Whoops! Those can't be good for his teeth.  Put it down, Kitten, go on...

KITTEN (Chirps without letting go of chimney)

MABEL He's like a puppy!  ...A really scaly one.

SOOS Doooown...

KITTEN PAUSES.

KITTEN DROPS CHIMNEY.

CHIMNEY CRASHES THROUGH ROOF.

SOOS Good boy, Kitten!

CAMERA ANGLES DOWN TO A MASSIVE PILE OF TURKEY LEGS AT SOOS'S FEET.  HIS ARM ENTERS THE SCREEN'S FIELD OF VISION.  HE GRABS A CHICKEN LEG AND THROWS IT AT KITTEN WITH A GRUNT.  KITTEN'S HEAD SHOOTS OUT TEN FEET AND HE SNAPS IT UP IN ON GULP.  KITTEN CHIRPS FOR MORE, THEN SNEEZES SO HARD IT BLOWS THE REST OF THE CHIMNEY AWAY.

ABUELITA (Distant, rapid Spanish)

MELODY Soos!

SOOS I can fix it!

CUT TO INT. DIPPER AND MABEL'S BEDROOM – DAY MABEL IS NOW SITTING ON A ROLLING CHAIR AT A DESK.  A CORKBOARD OVER THE DESK IS COVERED IN NEWSPAPER CLIPPINGS, MORE POSTCARDS, POST-IT NOTES, AND STRINGS OF RED YARN.  

MABEL (Squeezing her cheeks) Aw, that was adorable!  Guess I can't say Dipper sneezes like a 'Kitten' anymore!  HEY-OOOO!  

MABEL STANDS AND MOVES SLIGHTLY TO HER RIGHT, THE CAMERA FOLLOWING HER MOVEMENT.

MABEL And now for the final portion of the episode, please welcome Grunkle Ford, and his extensive knowledge of all things ocean and occult!

A LAPTOP RESTS ON THE DESK.  THE SCREEN IS FILLED WITH GREAT-UNCLE FORD'S FACE.  THE SLIVERS OF BACKGROUND ON EITHER SIDE SHOW BOAT RAILINGS AGAINST AN AZURE SEA AND SLIGHTLY CLOUDY SKY.  A SMALL DARK THREAD OF LAND TRACES THE HORIZON.  FORD IS WEARING A LIFE JACKET OVER A RED TURTLENECK AND LOOKS SLIGHTLY SUNBURNED, SMILING DIRECTLY AT THE CAMERA.

FORD Greetings, future scientists!

MABEL Grunkle Ford, what can you tell us about the supernatural families you've found in the Arctic Circle? 

FORD Actually most of the cryptids we've discovered on the ocean are solitary by virtue of their size alone.  A giant squid, for example, typically requires a hunting ground of one to two thousand square miles of open ocean just to sate its voracious appetite.  It's quite rare for them to engage in anything we might call “socializing.”

STAN (Off Screen) Oi!

STAN ENTERS FROM THE LEFT, BENDING OVER TO SQUINT AT THE SCREEN.  FORD LEANS BACK SLIGHTLY, ANNOYED.

STAN Did I hear that right?  Is my irredeemable nerdbro actually talking about socializing?

FORD It's science, Stanley!

STAN Whatever, this I gotta see.

MABEL We're doing a segment on cryptid families!  Got anything to add?

STAN You tell 'em about the ghosts yet?

FORD (Looking uncomfortable) Not yet, but –

MABEL (excitedly) I wanna hear!  GHOST, GHOST, GHOST, GHOST –

LOUD BANGING SOUNDS FROM OFF SCREEN.  AFTER A CRASH, AN ELBOW AND A PARTIAL VIEW OF AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE APPEARS ON THE SCREEN.

DIPPER I'm here where's the ghost?!

FORD(annoyed)Stan claims to have seen two of them on our visit to Vik i Myrdal.

DIPPER (confused) Huh? Vik what?

FORD A beach on the coast of Iceland, famous for its basaltic sand.  We were visiting primarily to study the petrified troll bodies just off the shore –

STAN Yeah yeah with the weird rocks, Ford was doing his science doodles or whatever, but that wasn't the important part.  See, there was this massive cave in the cliffs that looked exactly like the place a pirate would hide his treasure –

FORD Not at high tide!

DIPPER What happened?

STAN Uh, turns out the waves around there get really bad.

FORD As in twenty feet high. I turned around, there was no Stan in sight, and cave was already half-flooded with water.  Luckily one of us followed the rule about wearing our scuba gear under our clothes.  I immediately dropped my equipment and dove in after him. I found him pinned under a pile of rocks several dozen meters into the cave.

MABEL Whoa, are you okay?

STAN (smirking) Fine, I'm not the one who got knocked out.

FORD You shoved me!

STAN The water shoved you!  Accidentally!  To keep falling rocks from hitting you!

DIPPER But what about the ghosts?

STAN So we're stuck in the cave, right, and I'm trying to hold my breath, swim, and drag Sixer with me all at the same time, and the water's smashing us around so much Ford's underwater flashlight cracks and I'm thinking the next light I'm gonna see is the pearly gates.  And then I do see a light, and I swim toward it thinking it's gotta be daylight, but it's not getting any closer and all this fat was not helping me float.  And then a second light shows up and takes Sixer's other arm and practically drags us outta there, and next thing you know we were back on the beach, and I look back just in time to see an outline of this guy and his wife watching us from the middle of the air next to the cave.  

MABEL Wow, they stuck together and not even death could part them.  That is so romantic!  

STAN Sure. Woulda grabbed a photo but there was a little matter of Sixer not breathin' at the time.

FORD You should have taken the picture!  Thanks to the rocks falling, the end of the tunnel was completely blocked, and I was almost sure I saw fossilized cryptid bones inside.  Now we don't have anything at all to prove supernatural activity occurred in the cave!

STAN The words you want are 'Thank you, Stanley, you're the best brother ever.'

FORD Of course you are, that's not the point!

STAN What? Wait –

DIPPER Why were there ghosts there in the first place?

FORD I didn't know enough of the local language to inquire, but I suspect it may have something to do with the cryptid bones I glimpsed.  I suspect the couple's death was somehow caused by the cryptid, but Stan's account suggests that they're poltergeists, and poltergeists generally don't die violent deaths.

DIPPER What if the couple was keeping it as a pet?  Or maybe they could turn into the cryptid, like selkies?  The ghosts Stan saw might just have been their human versions!

FORD Brilliant hypothesis, Dipper!  Perhaps I was merely asking the wrong questions! Stan, quick, turn the boat around!

STAN No way, no, you literally died in that cave –

FORD Not permanently!  Besides, you'd have my back!

STAN That is so below the belt!

DIPPER Stan, are you crying?

STAN I got sea salt in my eye!

CAMERA PANS TO A CLOSE-UP OF MABEL, WHO IS LOOKING TO THE SIDE, BACK TOWARD THE COMPUTER SCREEN.  THE CONVERSATION CONTINUES IN THE BACKGROUND.  

MABEL We'll leave them to their nerdery.   (Looks directly at camera.)   Families don't have to be related, and they don't even have to be the same species.  What's important is that you show how much you care for each other, and spend time doing the same things, like getting thrown in a county jail or treating flamingopher bites.

BOTH STANS (Off Screen) That was ONE TIME!

MABELYour family might include close friends, dogs, pet rocks, or that one crow who brings you shiny pennies and half-eaten lollipops.  Whatever your family, take a minute today to let them know how much they matter. Thanks for watching Mabel's Guide to Cryptid Families.  See you next time! A/N: To my friends on Deep Woods, and a good friend on tumblr...thank you ^u^

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Our Home Place {CH} 5

NATALIE TRIED AS hard as she possibly could to cover the hickeys on her neck and collarbones from the man she had slept with a few nights prior. Her makeup did a good job at covering the imperfections on her face, but not so much the dark marks left on her skin. She kept her hair down, trying to get it to stay in place to hide her neck until Calum left so he didn’t see, and she hoped it would stay that way.

Calum hadn’t noticed when he opened for Natalie that morning. He was in too big of a rush to get to work since he had so much to do that day and Natalie was eternally grateful for that. He, like always, told her to call or text him if she needed anything and then he was off for the day, leaving Natalie and Lily to themselves.

“So, Lils, what do you want to do today?” Natalie asked as the two of them sat on the couch and, surprisingly, watched Spongebob instead of Peppa Pig for once.

Lily tapped her chin and tilted her head, deep in thought, as she thought about what she wanted to do. Natalie hoped it was something fun, something that involved leaving the house, because quite frankly, she was getting bored of sitting inside and watching TV all day. “Let’s make a fort!” Lily exclaimed.

“Make a fort.” Natalie thought about it and figured that it was better than sitting on her ass watching cartoons all day, so she agreed. “Okay. Where do you want to make the fort? In here or in your bedroom?”

“My daddy’s room!” Lily jumped up from the couch and raced up the stairs, not waiting for Natalie to follow her. Natalie had never been in Calum’s bedroom before, not until Lily demanded they make a fort in there, and her eyes widened when she looked around. It was a simple room; white walls, an en suite bathroom, a walk in closet, a king sized bed, and a balcony attached to it. There was a bookshelf full of worn out books, an acoustic bass hanging up on one of the empty walls, and a flat screen TV mounted onto the wall across from his bed.

Lily threw all of the pillows on Calum’s bed onto the floor, pulled up the cushions from the small gray couch in the corner of the room, with Natalie’s help, and opened the trunk at the end of the bed and took out a few blankets. Natalie had guessed that Lily and Calum had done this before, or Lily and her old babysitter, but she doubted it when remembering that Calum said her last babysitter was mean to her.

Lily gave Natalie instructions for what to do; stack those pillows, lean those cushions against the bed, put blankets here and there, and when it was done, Natalie was quite impressed with her and Lily’s work. The fort looked more like a tent, and honestly, it looked quite cozy. With all of the hardwork setting up their fort, Natalie was hot and her hair was bothering her, so she threw it up into a ponytail before crawling inside of the fort with Lily.

Lily turned Calum’s TV on and flipped through the channels before settling on Frozen, which was playing on ABC Family, and rested her head on Natalie’s shoulder. The two stayed in their little fort, watching animated movies, until Lily dozed off, leaving Natalie awake by herself. She didn’t mind, really, taking that time to respond to the million texts from Allie, Michael, and her mother, and scrolled through all of her social media up she was completely caught up.

After awhile of switching between staring at her phone screen and the large TV screen, Natalie’s eyes started to droop as fatigue took over her and Natalie found herself drifting off to sleep along with Lily.

❋ ❋ ❋

Calum slammed the front door up and threw his briefcase onto the kitchen table in pure annoyance before stomping up the stairs. He hadn’t seen Natalie and Lily in the living room, so he figured they were upstairs in Lily’s bedroom playing with dolls and whatnot, but Calum didn’t expect to see his daughter and her twenty-two year old babysitter, asleep, under a fort that he knew Lily made Natalie make with her on his bedroom floor.

Calum smiled at the sight, his heart fluttering and his annoyance faltering just a tiny bit at the sight of the two of them. He crouched down and shook Natalie’s body lightly. She groaned in her sleep, making Calum roll his lips into his mouth to stop his laughter, and her eyes squinted open. “Have a good nap?” Calum asked quietly, a small laugh leaving his lips.

“Shit.” Natalie carefully moved Lily’s head off of her stomach and onto the pillow next to her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” Calum waved her off, telling her that he didn’t mind at all. “Do you want me to put Lily in her bed?”

“Nah, it’s fine. Let her sleep.” Calum stood up, helping Natalie up in the process, and smiled down at her. He hadn’t noticed the hickeys on her neck, not yet, since the lights were off and the sun had gone down completely, so the two of them were standing in the dark. “‘M gonna change. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

Natalie nodded her head and shoved her phone in the back pocket of her jeans before leaving Calum’s room. She wouldn’t have minded staying in there while he changed, but she knew that was inappropriate on a million levels. She sat at the island and scrolled through her phone once more as she waited for Calum to join her so he could pay her.

Calum came down shortly after, clad in a pair of black sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and checkered Vans and Natalie’s mouth drooled at the sight of him. Calum in a casual, laid back outfit was a dream. Honestly, Calum in any outfit was a dream. Natalie leaned back in the stool and watched as Calum poured himself a glass of water, downing it in one gulp, and poured another before turning to face her. The smile on his face diminished when he saw her neck. Hair up in a ponytail, the hickeys covering her neck on full display, made Calum’s stomach turn.

“What?” Natalie furrowed her eyebrows.

“Nice neck.” He mumbled. Natalie’s face heated up and she instinctively covered her neck with her hand, although it was no use, Calum had already seen and as hard as he tried to, the jealous pit in his stomach was something he couldn’t ignore, and his annoyance was back in full force. Calum had had one of the worst days at work, an employee messing up all of the numbers so badly Calum had to go back weeks in order to be able to fix it properly, and now this? Seeing the girl he was harboring feelings for, even if she was his daughter’s babysitter, with hickeys all over her neck that weren’t from him? He just wanted the day to end. “Real classy, Natalie.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat. Calum had never been cold towards her, had never judged her, and here he was; nose scrunched up in disgust and the tone of his voice harsh and hostile. Natalie wanted to crawl into a hole and die. “I-I’m sorry.”

“You know, you might have forgotten, but this is your job, and showing up to my house, to watch my daughter, with your neck covered in hickeys really isn’t professional.” Calum scolded her and Natalie looked away from his icy stare. She knew that if Calum saw her neck he wouldn’t be too happy about it, but she hadn’t expected him to act like that. He fished a few twenties out of his wallet and dropped them in front of Natalie with a blank expression on his face.

Without a word, Natalie reluctantly picked up the money and put it in her wallet, got up and slung her purse over her shoulder and made her way out of the kitchen and to the front door. “Natalie?” Calum called out her name. She cracked her knuckles nervously and spun around to face him, thinking that maybe he would apologize for being so cold and hostile towards him, but she was wrong. “My mom is watching Lily tomorrow, so don’t bother coming in the morning.”

Natalie felt like somebody had stabbed her in the chest with the way Calum spoke to her; eyes looking down at this phone, never making contact with hers, and his tone sounded as uninterested as it possibly could have been. Natalie nodded her head although she knew Calum wasn’t even bothering to look at her and left the house. Natalie knew that hooking up with a random stranger wasn’t her best idea, but she never would have thought that it would end like that.

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[hollands-poppet]

WISE GUY PT 1/ MOB! TOM HOLLAND X READER

Summary: you’re studying abroad with school when you suddenly find yourself at the hands of one of London’s most powerful mobsters.

Word count: 2.3 K 💛

So I’ve actually been quite nervous to post this but so many amazing writers on here inspired me to start my own fic. I hope you guys truly enjoy this, I’m so excited to unfold the rest of the story for you guys. Also shout out to my best friend for helping me with this moodboard..💛

warnings: there is cussing but future parts will have tons of smut fluff angst death all that other good shit

“But [Y/N] this is the first night we actually have free..” I’m listening to my friend on speaker on my phone as I am pouring almond milk into my Special K cereal.

“Alex, I’m tired.. This studying abroad shit is harder than I thought. I don’t know how you guys even convinced me to study out here in London.” I grab my bowl of cereal, I walked from the kitchen to the living room. I plaster myself in the couch and pull up Stranger Things on our shitty TV. Our apartment was small but cozy, one bedroom. I slept on the couch.

“That is even more of a reason to go out dude, we didn’t come here to sit on our asses.” She says through the phone, I roll my eyes and let her blab on while I put her on mute. I zone out until I hear, “ [Y/N] ? [ Y/N] !?!” I quickly unmute her, “ Oh, uh yeahh..sure.” I hear her gasp, “Oh my god, you’re down!? Yaaass! Okay, I’m gonna pick up Cesar and we’ll head over to the apartment in a bit.” She hangs up before I could say even bye.

I wasn’t too sure what I had agreed on but I’m pretty sure I just said yes to going out. I put my feet on the table in front of me and press play on the current show. Drunk Nancy comes up on my screen, “We’re bull-shiitt..” The character Steve responds, “You don’t love me?” I scoff, I can’t believe he actually thought that Nancy was in love with him. We’d been out here for two weeks from LA, and I hadn’t met one anyone out here. Not that I was looking of course but I wanted to live out my fantasy of dating an English guy but that wasn’t happening.

It’s been about 20 minutes since I had gotten off the phone, and I hear the front door open and its Alex and Cesar, they’re laughing so loud I’m so eager to know what they’re laughing about. “Hey [Y/N]!” Cesar says as he drops his bag on the floor and takes a seat on the couch. Alex and Cesar were my best friends from school, I’ve known them since I was 16, I’m 22 now. We just happened to go to the same college, and they both convinced me to study out here for 2 months, I mean it was paid for by my scholarship so that was just another reason I came out here.

“Hey, what are you guys laughing at?” I ask as I take a sip of my water.

Alex and Cesar glance at each other before she answers, “Oh, just how you’re gonna die when we’re at that strip club tonight.” I cough and lightly spit up some of my drink, “Strip club?!” Alex plops herself in between Cesar and I, “And you can’t back out [Y/N]! You said you would come!” I bring myself to my knees on the couch, and before I speak I think to myself, “Shit, I can’t let her know I wasn’t listening..”

She puts her hands on my shoulders, “Besides, it’ll be funny dude! Getting a little strip tease from a girl and besides I read reviews about the club and it has good music.”

Wow, even a better reason to go I guess.. I just roll my eyes at her remark and sink into the couch. I don’t know what to expect later tonight.

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I really don’t know what to wear, I brought so much clothes but I swore I didn’t have anything for tonight. I looked through my luggage, and I remembered I had packed one dress that was meant for a “night out on the town.” Although when I packed it, I didn’t intend to wear it to a strip club, shaking my fucking head. Alex also told me to dress boujee, she said it was a hella fancy club so I guess the dress I had was perfect.

It was an long sleeve rose gold bodycon dress, with sequin detailing that really made the dress look expensive. It wasn’t but nobody had to know that. I sprayed glitter on my body, adding a nice glare to my skin. FUCK. I didn’t pack any heels, I ran to Alex’s luggage and pulled out a pair of nude heels, what a life saver. I curled my [Y/H/C] hair and did a really natural make-up look tonight. I highlighted my face to the gods, and threw on some falsies and a nude lip that really brought out my [Y/E/C] eyes.

Alex walked into the bathroom, and her draw dropped, “oh my god, you look expensive [Y/N]!”

I pop my hands into my hair creating more volume, “well you said to dress boujee Alex, I’m just trying to look the part!” I look back at her and she looks just as expensive as me, and knowing Alex she is probably wearing an expensive Chanel dress. We hear Cesar from the living room, “Let’s go before they play all the good music!!” I give Alex a quick hug and start to walk out of the restroom before she grabs my wrist, “are those my heels?”

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The fact that Alex even found this place on Yelp is weird because our taxi literally dropped us off at the most sketchiest place. It was literally an alley that was 30 minutes away from our apartment and the alley only had one light on and it felt like we were about to get mugged at any second. We followed the light that was centered in the alley and we saw a black door that read “knock twice.”

THIS WAS FUCKING SKETCHY.

“Well knock, this was your idea Einstein.” I push Alex forward as she knocks, she’s shaking. The door opens and a man in a suit opens it and immediately looks at us, “Password?”

Cesar and I turn to each other and our eyes widen, we were definitely not in the right location. Before any of us say anything, Alex responds “Wise Guy.”

The man nods his head and moves out of the way so that we enter. Alex steps in first and Cesar and I follow.

I catch up to her side and nudge her “What was that about? What password?” As we keep walking, cigarette smell hits my nose and it reeks of alcohol. She hangs on to Cesar’s arm and starts dancing while walking towards the inside of the club, I stop her before we pass into the next room.

“Alex! What’s going on? Why did he need a password?”

She turned and has a guilty smile, “Uh, I forgot to mention that… this is a strip club that…”

I shake my head waiting for more in her response.

She bites her lip, “It’s basically a place where mobsters hang out. No biggie [Y/N]”

My mouth drops, “Are you fucking kidding?!”

Cesar is starting to get anxious.

“They’re playing good music, can we go inside please?”he asks while tugging on Alex’s arm.

She adds, “Yeah, we’re never gonna see these people again [Y/N], so chill. You can take a taxi back if you want but it’s best if we stick together.” Cesar pulls her arm and they both head through the door without me. I could tell they were annoyed with me. Anyway, I was not walking in that alley alone, so I decided to walk up to the door and take a deep breath, not knowing what to expect to see when they open.

As I open the door, all I could think was that Alex was right.. the club looked totally boujee. Everyone except for the strippers looked like they had loads of cash. I see Alex and Cesar getting down on the dance floor. It’s not a big place, you can see everyone in there, I try not to make eye contact with anyone. I go straight to my friends who are dancing their lives away. I touch their shoulders, “I’m gonna go get a drink.” They nod, they don’t request anything, I have a feeling they’re butthurt because I was making such a big deal. Whatever. I start making my way towards the bar.

I’m inspecting the whole club while making my way to get a drink, the booths and tables were so extra, black leather and all. Each table had a strip pole, practically naked women are all pole dancing. I was surprised when I made it to the bar, it was pure marble, damn thank god I got dolled up today. I feel a hand grab my ass, and quickly remove the hand. I look to see a gentleman in about his late 40’s looking at my body so thirstily, he says “You’ve got a nice arse, sweetheart.”

I literally make a gagging face, “If you ever touch me again, I swear to God, I’ll punch you.”

He laughs in my face, the bartender sets his drinks down and he walks away.

The bartender throws his rag over his shoulder, “You sure are brave enough to be talking to the men in here like that.” I roll my eyes.

“Fuck that. There are a bunch of naked women in here and he has the audacity to grab my ass? No sir.” He laughs, and asks “What are you having sweetheart?” I start tapping my acrylic nails on the marble, and think for a second “Mmm, a tequila sunrise would be nice.”

He smiles, “You got it.” He walks away from me, and I decide to take a seat. I pull out my phone from my purse, and see a text from my mom “I miss you, hope you’re having a great time!” I smile, ahh how I missed that lady.

I’m start scrolling through instagram when I see a shot of vodka get set down in front of me. I’m confused, “I didn’t order that.” The bartender looks at me while still making my drink, “Ah, that shot was sent to you by that gentleman over there, at the VIP booth.”

I follow his pointed finger and find myself staring at the largest booth in the club. I see two gentlemen sitting watching me stare back at them.

In the distance, I can only make out a blonde with blue eyes. My vision is blurry, I have shitty eyesight, I forgot to get a new prescription in LA before heading to London. I squint my eyes, and see the other gentleman next to the blonde raise his glass at me, I look back and pick up my shot and raise it back at him. He nods slightly and drinks his shot, and I follow. I turn back to towards the bartender who sets down my drink in front of me, he looks at me worried, “Be careful with that one. He’s dangerous. I can tell you’re not from around here.” I take my drink, “What do you mean?” Before he could answer he is interrupted by a voice I don’t recognize.

“I couldn’t help but to notice you from across the bar darling.” My eyes widen and I turn my back to see a brunette with slicked back hair and his left eyebrow combed up. His suit is a dark burgundy, he’s so polished and I could smell his cologne. So hot. He grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles, he looks up at me and says “I seen how you handled that man who grabbed your arse..impressive.” I’m pretty sure I’m blushing.

I tug my hand away and set it back on my lap, “Well thank you. By the way, thanks for the drink.” I keep eye contact with him while my tequila sunrise finds its way to my mouth. He responds, “Why don’t you come join me and my mate Harrison at our table? I can buy you more of those drinks.” He smirks, waiting for my response, I pull away from my drink,“You can’t buy me sir, I can buy my own drinks, thank you very much.” I stand up and begin to walk away until I feel him grab my wrist, “I’m not trying to buy you darling, I just want to talk to you..”

Fuck, he was charming. I’ll give him that but the bartender literally just told me that he was dangerous. He brought my wrist up and hecradles my hand, both of his hands are holding it now while my left hand is holding my drink. I see Alex staring at me while she is dancing with Cesar, she mouths the words “GO WITH HIM!” I look back at him and smile. My first thought is what the bartender had said: 

 “Don’t go with him. He’s dangerous.” 

But then I start to think about what Alex said earlier,

 “You’re never going to see these people again.”

She was right, fuck it. I mean, I’m probably never going to talk to this guy ever again after tonight. I make eye contact with him, I pull my hand away from his and take the cherry out of my drink. I bite into the cherry and watch him smirk as he rubs his thumb across his bottom lip. I take another sip, “Fine, I’ll hang out with you at your table.” He grins, “Perfect,” he takes my hand again and puts it on his shoulder. 

He starts to lead the way back to his booth, the stranger turns around and the first thing I see are his lips “Sorry poppet, I didn’t even introduce myself. I’m Tom. Tom Holland.”

Well that was super exciting, please leave me some feedback! The next part should be out in a couple of days! Much Love, -Amy 💛

PART 2

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[let-the-bands-take-c0ntrol]

Reconnected

New Man Flashbacks: Read New Man or here

Warning: Contains Sexual Content. View At Your Own Risk!!!

     Luke stared at your contact picture on his phone. His lips pursed as he twirled the phone on the counter top thinking about whether or not he should call. A loud sigh left his lips in defeat and Luke pressed the call button. He raised the phone up to his ear, and his heart began to slam against his chest as the phone continued to ring for what felt like forever. Finally after about a minute you picked up. 

“Hello,” your voice had filled the line. Immediately Luke felt his heart swell with joy, and it took everything in him not to blurt out something stupid.

“Hey, Y/N um it’s Luke!” Luke announced, he grimaced after the words realizing what he had just said was stupid because. . . 

“I have caller ID,” you snorted into the phone making a smile embrace Luke’s face at your words. He had just thought exactly that. “Was there something you needed to discuss?” you questioned. Luke could hear movement come from the other end, and he began to wonder what you were doing.

“Not really. . .um how’s Raine?” he asked, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Luke really did want to know how his daughter was, but this call was mainly about you. 

“She’s fine. Raine was actually asking about you the other day. My mom’s watching her for the weekend so that I can have some time to myself,” you told him, letting out a hum as you stretched. Luke smiled when he heard his little girl was thinking about him. She was the light of his life and any time someone mentioned his daughter Luke would get extremely happy. He could brag about Raine all day if he had the chance.

“Yeah? Maybe we should move family day up a bit so I can see her next week,” Luke suggested, “I’m glad to hear she’s doing well. . . I uh-I actually called to see if you wanted to come get a drink with me?” There was silence after his question and Luke could tell you were having doubts about it. “Just for old time sake,” Luke edged on, “It’ll be fun, I promise.” He was bored. It had been a while since Luke had a drink and since the guys were busy, you were the best candidate. Luke of course had to push pass the fact that you two were broken up, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t hang out.  

“Fine. I’ll get a drink with you and only just one drink,” you sighed, hoping that you wouldn’t regret this decision. 

     You stared at Luke with squinted eyes, and a small glass full of vodka rested in your hands. Luke smirked and the glint in his eye grew while the both of you watched each other intently. “You can’t out drink me,” Luke reminded, thinking about all the other times you’ve tried to drink more than him.

“I’ll remind you that it’s been a year since you’ve seen me drink,” you said. Without saying another word you tossed back the shot. Luke’s eyes widened in shock as you gulped down the fifteenth shot of the night. 

“Damn that was hot,” he mumbled, drowning the shot that was in his own hands. You smirked at his words and a chill ran down your spine as he moved closer to you. “How about we finish this party at my place?” Luke suggested. Your lips had pursed in thought. It was one thing that Luke convinced you to get a drink with him, and now he wanted you to come over. You weren’t sure if you wanted to. You had already broken your word. You were only going to grab one drink with Luke, but ended up drinking fifteen shots. You also knew that if you did go home with Luke, the two of you would be digging up old feelings that should probably stay buried. “It’ll be fun, I promise and I can make my famous grilled cheese sandwiches,” Luke bribed, knowing you weren’t going to pass up on your favorite snack that only Luke knew how to make correctly. 

Luke had said it again. “It’ll be fun, I promise”. He said it a lot in order to get you to do something. Getting a drink with Luke was fun, but how fun was going to his house would be? Would it be too much fun? Fun as in the two of you might do something you’d regret. “Don’t you have a girlfriend?” you questioned, “How would she feel if the mother of your child came over to your house this late at night?” You could see the color in Luke’s eyes darken and his jaw clenched at your words. 

“I had a girlfriend,” Luke muttered, reaching behind you to grab another shot off the bar counter. “Past tense. . .we broke up a month ago,” he told you, quickly swallowing the liquor. A bit of it dribbled down the side of his mouth. Your hand reached out and your thumb brushed the liquid away. Luke looked down at you and his lips parted for just a split second. You could tell he wanted to say something else, but wasn’t sure how to say it. 

“Fine. You better have liquor at home and I do expect that grilled cheese too,” you said, already feeling the alcohol from earlier heating your bones. You were susceptible to going anywhere with Luke in this moment, so it wouldn’t take a lot for him to convince you. Luke smiled at your words and the minute you had agreed, he pulled out his phone to call an Uber. Luke would have to come back for his car another day because neither of you were fit to be driving tonight. He also wanted to get home before you decided to change your mind about coming over. Luke knew you all too well to know that once you began to second guess yourself that you’d end up going home. 

     The two of you were a mess of giggles by the time you made it to Luke’s house. You were stumbling over your feet and clutching to Luke’s shirt in order to balance yourself. It was completely dark when you came through the front door. Luke’s hand gripped yours tightly as he searched for a light switch with another hand. The two of you seemed attached to each other in this moment. The Uber ride over being spent with hushed whispers and his lips pressing at your temple. There was an energy radiating between you both. One that couldn’t be denied. Soon light filled the space and you were greeted by his living room. You had only seen a glimpse of Luke’s home on a few occasions when you dropped Raine off for weekends. Now you were actually seeing his home from the inside. Gray and black couches, round coffee table, flat screen TV, a recliner that held a gold colored knitted blanket with toys covering it. You smiled realizing Raine must have claimed Luke’s recliner chair as her own. One thing you did know was that Luke had great taste in decorating.  

Luke had tugged on your hand and the gesture pulled you away from your inner thoughts. “What’re you looking at?” Luke questioned, pulling you towards his kitchen. 

“Just observing. . .please tell me you have wine,” you questioned, following behind him. Luke smiled at your words and reached out to open the refrigerator door. You carefully slid on a stool and watched him take out various food items: pesto sauce, a loaf of Japanese milk bread, mozzarella and provolone cheese, and a clove of garlic. You were surprised Luke even had all the ingredients as if he expected you were coming over today. 

“Wine is in pantry,” Luke said from over his shoulder. He didn’t bother to look up from his task. You slid off the stool and walked over to Luke’s pantry. There was a small section filled with alcohol. Raised just a few feet high, so that Raine could’t get to it. You looked at the variety of wine Luke had and chose one that would go well with pesto grilled cheese. 

“Lambrusco,” you said, wiggling the bottle in front of Luke’s face. 

“Ah good choice,” Luke said, placing slices of garlic on top of the pesto. You sat the bottle down on the counter and began to search for some wine glasses. “How’s work going?” he asked trying to make small talk. Luke was starting to sober up a bit, and he realized he never thought you two would end up back in his home. In fact Luke was surprised you even got a drink with him. 

“It’s good. I have an interview with Steve Aoki on Monday, and then I gotta write the story around the interview,” you said. A small cheer came from you when you found the cupboard that held drink glasses. “What about you? How’s music writing going?” Without you having to ask, Luke opened a drawer and pulled out a wine opener for you. 

“Well we release the video for our new song tomorrow, but overall the album is almost finished,” he said. He placed the other half of the bread on top of the other and then flipped the grilled cheese over. You opened the wine and poured it into one of the glasses. You slid the glass over to Luke, and he picked it up taking a sip of the red wine. “I’ve had this one for a while and honestly this is the first time I’ve tasted it,” Luke admitted, clinking his glass against your now filled one. You smiled over the rim of the glass at his words and then pointed at the sandwich on the stove. 

“Please tell me that’s done because I’m starving,” you said, climbing up to sit on the counter this time. Luke snorted at your words and turned around to take the grilled cheese off the stove and onto a plate. He pulled a knife out and cut the sandwich in half diagonally. 

“Just how you like it,” Luke said, handing the plate over to you. You smiled in delight and graciously accepted the food. He watched as you took a bite out of the grilled cheese and hummed at the taste. 

“Oh this is soo good,” you moaned out, eyes closing as you soaked in the warm feeling running down your spine. You often made this comfort food, but for some reason you liked how Luke made it the most. Luke smiled at your words and turned his back towards you, so that he could make a grilled cheese for himself as well. You took another sip of your wine and quietly ate your sandwich. “I miss this,” you whispered. Luke almost missed the words, but he heard them loud and clear. He looked over his shoulder at you for just a split second and you could see a glint in his eye. 

“Yeah?” he questioned, cutting the next sandwich. You gave him an eager nod. You were slightly intoxicated, which increased your likelihood of telling Luke anything on your mind in this moment. It was quiet for a second and Luke broke the silence by stepping between your legs and trying to take a bite out of your grilled cheese. 

“Oh hey! You just made your own!” you whined, moving the sandwich out of his reach. Luke reached out more for the sandwich, still trying to get a piece of your food. His hands landed on your hips and for a second you could see something flash in his eyes, but you weren’t sure what it meant. You retracted your hand and held the sandwich in front of his lips, so that he could take a bite. Luke smirked, one of his hands leaving your waist to grab your wrist as he bit into the grilled cheese. He lips connected with your thumb, and you felt his tongue lick at your fingertip. You felt a shiver run down your spine, and your breath caught in your throat. You could see the smirk on his face growing as he chewed. Luke puled the grilled cheese from out of your hands and placed it on the plate next to you. You felt almost frozen in your spot as he kissed at the palm of your hand and the tension in the air became thick.

“I’ve missed you,” Luke hummed, moving closer and continuing to kiss down your arm. You knew what he was doing and you began to melt in your spot. His hand reached up to caress your face. “Tell me you missed me,” Luke whispered, face going to rest at the crook of your neck. You felt his lips brush against your skin and found yourself relaxing more into his touch. 

“I missed you,” you whispered, feeling yourself scooting closer to him. He kissed at your neck and you began to mumble about how much you missed him even more. You craned your neck back so that he could get to more of your skin. The tension between you both was starting to grow and before you could even blink Luke’s lips were pressed against yours in a passionate kiss. You bit at his bottom lip and Luke took that as a sign to stick his tongue in your mouth. You allowed his tongue to massage yours and a moan left your lips. His hands pushed under your shirt to grab at your breasts. The way his hand cupped at your breasts was strong, delicately squeezing at it until a chill ran down your spine. “Take it off,” you mumbled against his lips. Luke pulled away from you for a split second.

“You sure?” he asked, wanting to make sure you wanted him just as much as he wanted you too. 

“Yes. . .I want to feel you again. All of you,” you reassured. Luke moaned loud at your words. Feeling the blood instantly rush to his cock. He was quick to take off your shirt and his fingers worked on un-clipping your bra. 

“Damn I missed these babies,” he breathed at the sight of your breasts. You found yourself smiling at his words and pulled him in closer and into another deep kiss. A delightful groan left your lips when he pulled away to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. Luke nipped at it until your nipple got hard. Your hands reached down to unbutton his jeans, hand slightly palming at his cock. His actions halted for just a second and then continued on. You felt a shiver run down your spine as he worked on getting your pants off. You shifted slightly and raised off the counter so that he can pull them off fully. Luke squatted down and dragged you towards the edge of the counter. He licked at your clothed clit making a jolt run through you for just a second. You could feel the wetness flood and knew Luke could feel it too. His fingers slipped under the hem of your panties and yanked it down. You wrapped your legs around his shoulders and drew him in closer. It didn’t take long for a series of loud moans to leave your lips as Luke ate you out. 

“Oh f-fuck,” you moaned out, hand reaching down to grab at his hair. His hand gripped at one of your ass cheeks, tongue taking long swipes up and down your slit. You whined in pleasure “I need you,” and in response Luke slipped a finger into you. He added in another finger and then nipped at your clit. “Luke please,” you whined out. He smirked at your words and for just a split moment his warmth left you. Luke ran his fingertips along your under boob, and he pinched at your nipple. 

“You need what?” Luke hummed, a look of lust clouding his eyes. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip and when you didn’t respond, Luke pinched a lot harder. “What do you need, Princess?” he questioned only making you cry out in pleasure some more. “Use your words,” Luke egged on, his other hand reaching down to massage at your clit.

“Luke, please. I n-need y-you,” you mumbled in broken sentence. 

“That’s right, baby girl, beg for me,” Luke smirked even more. He was quick to kick off his jeans, one hand still rubbing at your clit as the other pulled down his boxer briefs. You watched intently as his cock came into view and you whimpered in frustration. “Say it again,” Luke requested, running the tip of his cock up and down your slit. 

“I need you,” you whispered, scooting closer to the edge. You wanted to feel Luke inside you so bad. It had been such a long time since you’ve had sex. A very long time since you and Luke had had sex. Your breath hitched in your throat the minute Luke slid in. It was slow and you milked every feeling and inch Luke had. A strangled groan left Luke’s lips as he pushed in further until he was all the way inside of you. 

“Fuck you feel so good,” Luke grunted, eyes closing and mouth parting slightly as he tried to focus. You had a way of making Luke melt. Even just a bat of your eyelashes and he would’ve came right then and there. Luke slowly pulled out until just his tip was in and then pushed back in. He began a steady rhythm the sounds of your wetness squelching as he pumped in and out of you. You sat up straight and wrapped your arms around his shoulder. Luke’s lips collided with yours and his tongue massaged yours. You moaned into the kiss, lips trailing along his jawline and down to nip at his neck. Luke gave a particularly sharp thrust and a loud scream left your lips. A bark came from somewhere in the kitchen and Luke’s actions stopped to look around the room in confusion. Another bark sounded out and he felt a lick at his ankle. 

“Petunia,” you sighed, a small whimper left your lips as he pulled out. “Cockblock,” you hissed at the dog as she jumped around Luke’s legs. He laughed at your words and then lifted you from off the counter. You were taken by surprise, and wrapped your arms and legs around him. 

“She’s just excited,” Luke commented, carrying you out of the kitchen and down the hall to his bedroom. You clung tightly to him and your head rest against his shoulder as he carried you. Once you made it to the end of the hall, Luke used his hip to push open the bedroom door. Luke’s taste in things has grown since you had last been with him. A king sized bed, maroon colored sheets, soft rug, and black dresser with a nightstand, and headboard to match. Luke carefully laid you on the bed and he climbed onto it himself before closing the door. The bed was soft and Luke pulled you closer until your back pressed against his chest. He lifted your leg and hooked it around his hip before pushing his cock into you. You moaned as he began to thrust, Your head rolled back as pleasure consumed your body. You could feel his hand slip between your legs to rub at your clit. Luke had a way with his fingers and he’s the only one to know all of your weak spots. Luke was mumbling sweet nothings in your ear. It didn’t take long for the wave of pleasure to hit you. It was magnificent how easy Luke was able to get you to your release. You began to scream out in pleasure and your hands gripped at the sheets as your orgasm continued. Luke’s hand left your clit and went to give your ass a harsh slap. You jumped slightly as the heat rushed to the skin. His actions stopped for just a second and you shifted in your spot to straddle Luke. “God you’re so beautiful,’ Luke whispered, hand reaching up to stroke your cheek. “So god damn beautiful,” he emphasized, slightly bucking his hips up. 

You began to bounce up and down, loud moans leaving your lips as Luke met your pace. “I love you,” you hummed. Your head dipped low and you began to nibble at his skin wanting to mark him from head to toe. You were determined to get Luke to his release, and began to whisper the things you knew he liked to hear during sex. “It’s all yours,” you purred into his ear earning a louder moan from Luke in return.

“All mine?” Luke questioned, his own back rising off the bed when you sucked on his earlobe. 

“Every inch of my body is yours,” you repeated, nibbling more at his earlobe. Luke began to sputter out curse words, his grip on your hips tightening. 

“I’m gonna turn you over,” he commented in warning for you to brace yourself. In one swift movement Luke pulled you off of him and then flipped you over. You had whined for just a bit at not feeling him deep inside you. “Ah so impatient, Princess,” Luke tsked, slowly rubbing at your clit, “You’re just begging to feel me deep inside aren’t ya?” You nodded rapidly already feeling another orgasm on its way. Luke slipped back inside of you his pace at a fast speed. Luke curled his hips into yours making you feel every inch of his cock. You could tell he was getting close to his release just from the pace and how loud his moans were. Luke captured your lips in a deep kiss. His teeth biting down at your bottom lip and pulling it back for just a second. The palm of your hands were open and Luke intertwined his fingers with yours held your hands tightly. “O-Oh f-fuck,” Luke grunted, his back hunching as he spilled his seed into you. The feeling was warm and your eyes had widened as if you had been stung by pleasure. Luke thrust into you a few more times before he came to a complete stop. He pulled out and then plopped down on the mattress beside you. You were breathing heavily,and your mind raced from adrenaline.

“Where’s the bathroom?” you mumbled through a yawn. Noticing Luke had been staring at you intently for at least a minute.

“Down the hall on the left,” he responded, reaching out to stroke your cheek. You smiled at the gesture and leaned over to give him a kiss. 

“I’ll be back,” you said, climbing out of the bed and heading to the bathroom. You came back a few minutes later and crawled into the bed with Luke. The second you were by his side Luke pulled you closer into his chest and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. 

“I love you too,” he whispered, eyes closing as he sucked in your warmth. Luke was happy to have you in his arms again and he wasn’t planning to let go any time soon.

     The weekend was nearly over and you were still at Luke’s house and in his bed. A weekend filled with becoming one and touching each other as if you were relearning the other’s body. It was as if you two were attached at the hip. Any chance you got to feel one another you took it. Just woke up? Morning sex. Having breakfast? Luke was sucking whipped cream off your breasts. It was as if nothing had changed and you were nineteen once again. As if you were two dumb teenagers fresh in love. Luke’s lips brushed at your forehead and your fingers traced at his abs. “What are you thinking about?” you questioned, seeing the crease between his eyebrows whenever he was thinking hard about something. 

“Us,” he said, shifting in his spot until his back rested at the headboard of the bed his legs raised as if he was getting ready to do crunches. “Where we started and how we ended up,” Luke continued on. You moved around as well, resting your head a top his chest and your legs lifted on top of his. 

“Yeah we’ve gone through a lot,” you sighed, your mind tracing you back to when the two of you broke up. You frowned at the memory and then looked at Luke curiously. “What made you think about us?” you asked this time. Luke shrugged at your words and then became silent. You didn’t mind the quiet. The two of you had become so comfortable around each other that when it was quiet around you, it was never awkward. You had closed your eyes and soaked in the sound of the rain coming from outside. Things were peaceful and you couldn’t be happier. You were on the point of falling asleep when Luke decided to say something that was on his mind. Something he had been thinking about the moment you walked out of his life. 

“Let’s have another baby,” Luke whispered, his fingers trailing up and down your leg. Even after five minutes you were both still winding down from having sex for like the tenth time that weekend. You immediately giggled at his words and your eyes opened as you looked up at Luke. “I’m serious let’s get married and have another baby,” he said, sending a small kiss to your shoulder. You grinned at Luke’s words and his lips landed on yours in a passionate kiss. “I love you,” he said, kissing you some more.

“I love you too,” you whispered, a smile embracing your face as he kissed you even more. His words echoed in your ears and a few seconds later you nodded in agreement. “Are you asking me to marry you?” you questioned, skin feeling warm at the thought of actually getting married to Luke like you two had planned and having even more children. Luke pulled you closer as if that was possible since you were practically laying on top of him.

“I am. . .you know I bought an engagement ring for you?” he questioned. You shook your head and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. “I was going to propose to you before you told me you were pregnant. I guess I was too caught up in the news to ask. Then we started having problems and…” Luke’s voice trailed off and he shook the thought from his head. His hand landed on your hip and he pinched at your skin. “I regret leaving you, Y/N. So I’m fixing my mistakes. I want this. I want you back in my life and I want my family back. Will you marry me?” 

“Luke, the minute I first laid eyes on you I knew I wanted to go through life with you,” you said. 

“Is that a yes?” he asked, a smirk on his lips. Luke knew what you had said was the answer, but he wanted to hear you say that three letter word. You rolled your eyes knowing exactly what he was thinking. 

“Yes, Luke, a thousand times yes.” Your hands reached out to cup his face, pulling him into a deep kiss. You didn’t think accepting his offer to get a drink would end up like this, but it did and you were ecstatic to say the least. This was a step in the right direction and you knew once this weekend was over, you and Luke would have come out of your bubble and head back into the real world. The real world would of course be like a dream because you’ll start planning the wedding and letting everyone know you were back together once again.

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #Luke Hemmings #5sos imagines #5 seconds of summer imagines #Luke Hemmings imagines #5sos blurbs #5 seconds of summer blurbs #Luke Hemmings blurbs #5sos au #5 seconds of summer au #Luke Hemmings au #5sos rec #Luke Hemmings rec #New Man Flashbacks #New Man #5sosimagines

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BTI Chapter 7

Co-written by @bloodredruby and @watchmist1412

BTI Fanart  // Nalu cover // Gruvia cover

Words ~ 5200

Rated K+

Summary: Figure Skating AU. After an accident Gray, a professional figure skater, has to take some time off to heal and he’s not enjoying it AT ALL. What he didn’t expect was meeting Juvia, a swimmer tired of her career, even less ending up as her coach. Lucy, an aspiring figure skater, came to realize it was a whole new experience with a pink haired weirdo and his equally weird cat by her side.

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Lucy winced as she landed the Axel jump barely being able to keep her balance for a split second before stumbling and almost falling to the cold hard ice. She could feel Aquarius glaring daggers at her back.

They had been practicing that move almost the whole training session now and she didn’t seem to be making much progress. Needless to say her coach had been beginning to feel a little irritated. Well it wasn’t like it needed much trying to get Aquarius angry. Lucy seemed to be achieving that just by being near her.

Lucy had always prided herself for being a relatively fast learner so she shouldn’t be taking that much to get a move right. She didn’t know what was wrong with her on that day but she just couldn’t do it! It frustrated her to no ends. And more importantly she did not want to manage with her equally frustrated coach.

“Just. What. Do you think. You’re doing.” Lucy winced once again. Aquarius made a point to emphasize each word but kept her tone low. That wasn’t good. She almost wished the woman was yelling at her.

“It’s not like you haven’t executed similar moves! I just don’t get it. All day it’s like you have your head in the clouds! ”

“I’m sorry…”

“No, that’s not the point! That’s a move you really have to know!” the older woman scoffed “You know what? Forget it. We’re done for today.”

“What? But I still haven’t-“

“Yeah, yeah I know. If it’s an off day for you it’s no use staying here. It’s a big waste of time for both of us. You can do some stamina training or something, I don’t care.” Aquarius moved to the edges of the rink and Lucy followed her after a brief moment of hesitation.

“Next time I expect you to execute that without having to touch the ice. Understood?”

“Yes ma’am.”

The two started undoing their skates in silence.

“You know, I’m really wondering which idiot was your previous teacher. You’re not terrible yourself but you really lack in some practical departments.”

Lucy felt her heart jump out of her chest. There it was. She couldn’t have avoided that topic forever. “Oh, umm. You see the thing is…” she stumbled with her words. “I didn’t really have a skating teacher.”

“WHAT?” Aquarius turned to look at her with wide eyes “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I mostly learned on my own. Mom helped me at first but then… Well I practiced on my own with a little help of the owner of the local rink. He didn’t give me full lessons but he helped me with whatever I needed.”

“Wait, are you saying Jude couldn’t afford to get you a skating teacher?”

“He… wasn’t really fond of the idea of me following my mother’s footsteps. He even forbade me from skating.” Lucy laughed awkwardly. She had gone to great lengths to sneak past him and train whenever she could.

“Oh my- Oh, he’s so dead! That absolute moron forbade Layla’s daughter from skating!! Just you wait I’ll-”

At that moment a ringtone sounded through the rink and Aquarius frantically searched her handbag to pull out her phone. Lucy tried not to look so relieved at the interruption.

“What?” She answered the phone angrily. “YOU DID WHAT?”

Lucy almost felt bad for the person calling. The woman wasn’t in her best mood at the moment. At least it wasn’t directed at her anymore.

“You unbelievable little- Okay, just stay where you are I’m coming.” She finished the call while spouting not so kind words at the black screen of the cellphone.

“I have to go.” She turned to Lucy “Something came up.”

The blonde sighed in relief. That phone call was her savior!

“This isn’t over yet, you know.” Aquarius said, reading Lucy’s mind, before she left the room in a hurry.

That was a very tiring day… But at least she was done with practice earlier than expected! Now she could go home, have a nice warm bath, take a long nap and-

“Hey Lucy!”

“WHAT THE-“ The girl in question screamed in surprise as bright pink head sprouted seemingly out of nowhere. “NATSU??”

“Well yeah, it’s me, are you having memory problems from that age?”

“I know it’s you idiot! Will you ever stop doing that?”

“Do what?” Natsu asked blinking innocently.

“Oh you know exactly what I mean.” Lucy squinted at him “Why can’t you go into a room like a normal person.”

“I did come in like a normal person! But the crazy lady was here and I think she still keeps a grudge on me.”

“That’s ridiculous, she doesn’t- wait no, you may have a point…”

“See!” Natsu grinned in triumph.

“Wait, how long were you hiding?”

“Hmm, not sure. I was done with practice early and I came to see how you were doing.”

Lucy felt her heart jump inside her chest.

Had he heard about Lucy’s dad? Did he know who she was? She didn’t want that! She didn’t want him to treat her differently…

“You didn’t hear anything… weird?” she asked cautiously.

“Weird? No, not really. I was too far away to hear what you were talking about if that’s what you meant.”

Lucy sighed in relief “It wasn’t anything serious anyway.”

“Though, I was here long enough to see you fail in the Axel jump” he smirked.

“I’m working on that!” Lucy exclaimed glaring at her companion “I’ll have it down in no time, you just caught me on a bad day.” She defended herself.

“Hey, don’t worry about it! Everyone has their bad days. I remember when I first started skating I had a huge problem with it! Gildarts was ready to give up on me!”

“Really? I found that pretty easy, it was one of the first moves I mastered.”

“I salute you for that. I still struggle with that stuff.”

“Oh, I know!” Natsu’s whole face brightened up “We could practice together tomorrow! I could help you with that!”

“Really?”

“Yeah, why not? I don’t have practice with Gildarts anyway.”

“Thanks.” Lucy smiled at him gratefully. “I really appreciate it.”

Lucy picked up her backpack and slid it on her left shoulder adjusting the strap so that it wouldn’t slide off “Well I should get going now. I’ll see you later.”

“Okay, bye!” Natsu waved at her excitedly.

Lucy moved to exit the rink but before she even took one step forward she felt a hand grabbing her by the shoulder and turning her around forcibly.

“NO WAIT!”

Lucy looked at her fellow skater quizzing. “Okay?”

“Ahh I can’t believe I almost forgot! It’s your fault you know!” he pointed at Lucy accusatory

“What? How is it my fault I have no idea what you’re talking about!” Lucy furrowed her eyebrows.

“The reason I came to see you!” Natsu exclaimed excitedly “Come on, I need to show you something.” He grabbed her by the arm and started pulling her towards the exit.

“Hey, hey, you can’t just drag me like that! You didn’t even ask if I had anything else to do!” Lucy pulled back at Natsu’s arm and pulled both of them to a halt.

The boy turned to her with a blank expression as if contemplating something before asking “Do you have anything else to do?”

“No…”

“Why are you making this complicated then?” Natsu looked at her judgingly “Weirdo.”

“Hey, we’ve been through this before!!”

“Yeah well you don’t seem to have stopped proving me right.”

“You know what, I think something just came up.”

“Nooo wait Lucy I didn’t mean it!”

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In the end Lucy caved in to Natsu’s pleas and let her new friend drag her through the building before stopping in front of a wooden door somewhere in the second floor.

“Wait, wait!” Lucy stopped the boy before he could turn the door handle to let them in.

“What?”

She pointed at the sign that hanged in the center of the door that read ‘staff only’ “Are you sure we can go in there?”

“Lucy?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re part of Fairy Tail now, you’re basically the staff.”

“Oh…”

“Besides we put the sign there.” He stepped into the room while opening his arms widely. “Welcome to our hideout!!”

Lucy carefully stepped inside and was immediately greeted with an explosion of colors.

The small roomed was crumped with two brown and one blue single seat sofas with a huge TV screen on the center of the room. On a first notice the room was pretty messy. There were clothes lying around on the floor and small everyday things like some headphones and plushies. And was that a mini fridge on the corner? However it didn’t look bad. It had sort of a lived in feeling to it. It was comforting.

Lucy eyes were immediately drawn to the tall bright red bookshelf that took up one of the walls of the room. It was filled with books, CDs, figurines and trophies. Lucy smiled subconsciously as she came closer and browsed through the shelves recognizing a few titles.

“So what do you think?”

“That’s amazing!” she turned at her companion with a huge grin. “What is this room?”

“Oh it’s our little hideout. We come here to relax and hang out in between practice. You can come here anytime you want!”

“Really?”

“Yeah sure, I wouldn’t have brought you there otherwise!”

Lucy felt the corners of her mouth twitch up “Thanks, I’ll take you on that offer.”

Natsu flashed a bright smile in response. “Hey you wanna play some games?”

“Games?”

The boy gestured to the TV at the end of the room and Lucy noticed for the first time a small gaming device being plugged into it.

“It has mostly old games but I think those are the best. So what do you say?” Natsu looked at her with wide expectant eyes.

“Ah, I’m not sure…”

“Please!!!”

Lucy could only hold her rink mate’s puppy dog eyes for three seconds before caving in. Seriously it should be illegal for a grown up man to be this cute “Okay fine! I guess I can stay for a few games…”

“Yessss!!” Natsu ran to the game console fumbling with a few CDs lost in his own world while Lucy moved awkwardly to one of the couches trying not to regret her decision. A few games wouldn’t hurt would they?

“Ah, that’s right!” Natsu exclaimed as he turned sharply to the other occupant of the room “I should probably let you chose” he said as he held up several game cases that Lucy didn’t recognize. “So, what do you wanna play first?”

“No, it’s okay you choose. I… don’t really know any of them.”

Natsu looked puzzled before holding up one of the games again “Come on you don’t even know Tekken?”

“Sorry, no. I haven’t really played any video games.” She really couldn’t, not with her father thinking they were a massive waste of time.

Natsu looked at her scandalized with his mouth open wide and a hand clutching his heart. “You’ve seriously never played?? Oh man I can’t believe this we have to fix that immediately.” He quickly popped a cd into the console and flopped into the couch next to Lucy.

“Prepare to be amazed, that’s my favorite game of all time.” He said as he handed Lucy a controller. “I won’t be going easy on you just because you’re a newbie you know!”

“I wasn’t expecting anything less.” Lucy smiled before turning back to the screen.

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“NO NO NO NO!!! AHH DAMN IT!”

A large K.O appeared at the TV screen and a video of the finishing blow replayed after it.

Natsu glared at Lucy through his eyelashes “You cheated!”

“Hey, I didn’t cheat! It’s not my fault I have natural talent!”

“You definitely lied! No way you were playing for the first time!”

“You’re just grumpy because I’m better than you!” Lucy smirked.

“What? Hah, I was just going easy on you cause you were new.”

“What happened to ‘I won’t be going easy on you just because you’re a newbie you know!’ ” Lucy did a poor imitation of her fellow skater only to have a pillow thrown at her general direction.

“Shut up, don’t get stuck in the past!”

“It was literally an hour ago.”

“Shh, the past. I demand a rematch!!”

“What again? This is our 10th round! Just admit I’m better than you.”

“Never…” whispered Natsu in a low tone that sent Lucy into a fit of giggles.

“Seriously though, let’s take a break I’m getting a bit tired”

“Fine! This isn’t over!”

Natsu went to turn off the TV and console while sending her fake glares and Lucy curled up in her couch. This was surprisingly very fun. She could really get used to this she thought and a faint smile found its way to her face.

Of course she should have known better to expect a moment of calmness in this rink… To say Lucy was surprised when she felt a sudden weight in her lap would be a huge understatement. It didn’t help that when her eyes immediately shot down she locked eyes with a small blue cat.

They stared at each other for less than a second before Lucy’s mind processed the situation and she let out a surprised shriek startling the cat. Lucy stood up from the couch and jumped behind it in a speed she didn’t know she was capable of as soon as the cat had left her lap. She didn’t know if that was made clear enough but the cat was blue!! Blue! She wasn’t a cat expert but she knew that wasn’t in the very least natural!

“What, what is it?” Natsu got up alarmed as he tried to locate the reason for Lucy’s screams.

In response she mutely pointed to the small animal which was now looking at her almost with confusion as she tried to calm her racing heart from the surprise. The boy’s eyes followed to where her finger was pointing and broke into a soft smile.

“Oh hey buddy! I didn’t know you were awake.”

Lucy stared in astonishment as the cat mewed at the pink haired boy and went to rub it’s head in his leg as Natsu petted it softly.

“You know the cat??”

“What? Of course I should know him, it’s my cat!”

Lucy continued to stare at the duo in bewilderment. “Your… cat.” She said slowly.

“Ah that’s right! I haven’t introduced you two yet.” He picked up the cat and turned to her direction. “Lucy this is Happy, Happy this is Lucy! She may seem a bit weird but you get used to her.” He said stage whispering the last part.

“Hey, you- wait are pets even allowed in the building?”

Natsu theatrically gasped and pulled Happy closer to his chest “Pet! Happy’s not a pet he’s my friend! And he’s technically allowed as long as he doesn’t bother anyone.”

“Technically? So he’s- you know what, I don’t care at this point…”

Natsu shot her a smile that slowly turned into a frown “Wait what got you scared before? Don’t tell me it was Happy?”

Lucy bit her lip and looked away from the other skater.

“It was!” he said in delight “Oh man this is golden, Happy’s harmless! Well unless you’re a pillow he really likes to destroy those.”

“Shut up I wasn’t scared, I was just startled! You don’t see a blue cat pop out of nowhere every day! Wait we’ve overlooked that for too long. Why the hell is your cat blue?”

“Ah yes…” Natsu rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly “You see he had a bit of an accident.”

“Yes?” Lucy prompted him

“So I was mixing some colors to paint my room when Happy was just a kitten. When I took my eyes of him for a few minutes he managed to fall right into a full bucket of blue paint.”

Lucy stared at him in disbelief “Are you kidding me, shouldn’t it have come off?”

“Yeah that’s the problem… you see I was kind of experimenting with some chemicals and the paint turned out to be permanent.”

“Experimenting- why would you be experimenting with paint? You really shouldn’t be trusted with another living being.”

“Hey Happy’s okay with it, right buddy?”

The cat mewed loudly as if agreeing and Lucy sighed in defeat flopping back into the couch. “Ah I give up…”

It wasn’t long before she felt something bump against her leg and looked down to see the cat once again by her side. She hesitated for a second before slowly petting his head. Lucy smiled unconsciously as Happy relaxed into her hand and purred softly.

“Wow, he really likes you.” Lucy turned to see Natsu looking to the scene in amusement. “It takes some time for him to warm up to strangers. It took him about a month to even sit within ten meters of Laxus. He still doesn’t like him that much.”

“Wait, Laxus? As in Laxus Dreyar, one of the worldwide top figure skaters??”

“Well I wouldn’t call him one of the top anymore, he’s retired.”

“That’s not the point! How do you know Laxus?”

“He’s the grandson of the owner of Fairy Tail.” Natsu said like it was an obvious thing.

Lucy’s eyes widened “Are you serious right now?”

“Ohhh right, most people don’t know that. He used to train here but then he left us to form his own little group. Said we would be holding him back. You’re lucky you didn’t meet him then, he was a bit of an asshole. The console is his by the way, he left it behind and we conveniently forgot to give it back.”

“Wow, it’s amazing!!!”

“Did you hear anything I said??

“Fairy Tail is so amazing!” Lucy continued unbothered “Wait do you know any of the other skaters!”

“Hmm, what do you mean?”

“I’ve heard about so many incredible figure skaters have their training rink in Fairy Tail! Ohhh do you know Titania? She’s so cool I wanna be able to skate like her one day!”

“You won’t be saying that once you meet her.” Mumbled Natsu

“What?”

“Nothing nothing, I said you’ll meet her soon.”

“Really?” a huge smile lighted up Lucy’s face. “Oh how about Fullbuster, is he still here after… you know.”

“Oh the ice princess? Yeah unfortunately you’ll be seeing him soon too.”

“And the Salamander?”

“What?” Natsu chocked out.

“I haven’t really been keeping up with men’s figure skating but I heard the Salamander is in this rink? I saw his performance once and he was so cool!”

“Really, you think he’s cool?”

“Of course, have you seen his skating? He’s on fire every time he enters the ice!”

“Well today’s your lucky day!” Natsu smirked at her.

“Hmm, what do you mean?”

“The Salamander is right here!” He spread his arms wide proudly.

Lucy’s smile fell from her face. “You?? You’re the-”

“Yep, Natsu Dragneel, the Salamander. That’s me!”

“Wait, you’re a pro skater?”

“Yeah of course I am! What did you think?”

“I don’t know, certainly not being a national famous skater!” Lucy exclaimed flustered “Sorry… I- uh, you weren’t what I was expecting.”

“Wow Lucy you really know how to talk to people. I’m not the cool guy you were expecting?” He said with a teasing smile.

“Oh my god, forget everything I said earlier.” Lucy hid her now blushing face behind her hands while Natsu exploded into fits of laughter.

They ended up talking for hours from Natsu’s experiences and encounters at competitions (“I swear Lucy he showed up with black eyeshadow and lipstick, he looked like a Tanuki, and danced as the evil witch putting a spell to his ex girlfriend! I think I saw him cry on the ice…”) to arguing whether vanilla or chocolate ice cream was better. Talking with Natsu was easy, it felt like they were best friends for ages and the conversation never flopped always having something to comment on.

“Hey Natsu can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, shoot.”

“Why pink hair? I mean it doesn’t look bad but it’s an interesting choice of color.”

“Ah yeah, that… You see Luce when you want to dye your hair you should always check the time limit for the dye to set in.”

“No!”

“Yes! It was supposed to be red to match with my skating outfit! Gray teased me for days after that.”

Lucy didn’t notice how much time had passed talking until Levy called to see where she had disappeared.

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It had been a couple of days since Gray last saw the weird blue haired woman and stopped to help her. He still has no idea why he did that. He should have just minded his own business and gone his way but no! His stupid mouth has to open up and blurt out the first thing that came to his mind. After realizing what he’d done he had pressed his lips in a tight line panicking inwardly and wished Juvia hadn’t heard him. Of course luck was never on his side when it came to her.

To make things worse apparently Mira was passing by and saw the whole scene and now she wouldn’t stop teasing him. As if she didn’t have enough teasing material before. She never failed to inform him every time he finished his individual practice that Juvia was in the public rink and Gray always walked away silently cursing the white haired woman. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Juvia. Sure she was a bit weird and their first encounter wasn’t exactly normal but he didn’t hold anything against her. It was more that he had no idea how to act with her.

Gray was lost in his thoughts when he realized he was nearing the reception desk and quickened his pace. He wasn’t in the mood for Mira’s teasing remarks at the moment. However it wasn’t the receptionist he found waiting.

“Gildarts?”

The man looked up from his phone and smiled at him “Hey kiddo! Long time no see! I was waiting for you.”

“What do you want?” he asked suspicious.

“What I’m not allowed to miss my cute little student?”

“You literally took Natsu and I for dinner last week.”

“Ah you’re no fun anymore, I miss when you were all respectful to me when I first started coaching you. Tell me how are you, how the leg going?”

“Good? There’s still some time before I can start official training. But you knew that already.”

Gildarts hummed in agreement “Good, good… So how’s Juvia doing?”

“Good-wait! How do you know about this?” Gray squinted his eyes to the other man.

“Oh, a little bird told me you were voluntary helping a sweet woman with her skating.” He said grinning

“Mira…” Gray grumbled

“They grow up so fast… you already have your own student. And it’s a cute girl nonetheless.” He wiped a fake tear out of his eyes.

“She’s not- Look I don’t know what she told you but they were all lies.”

“Oh so you didn’t give a lesson to this Juvia girl?”

“No! Yes. That’s not- Okay I did but that was a one-time thing!” he fumbled with his words. The man’s grin grew out even more.

“Or go on an ice cream date with her?”

“It wasn’t a date!!” Gray spluttered embarrassed but the older wasn’t finished.

“And you didn’t go completely out of your way to give her tips?”

“What the hell, is she just giving you reports on my life now?”

“Ah so you don’t deny it!” he exclaimed in triumph.

“No, I- Fine believe whatever you want I don’t care! I won’t be helping her anymore that was it.”

“Gray I think you should be her teacher.” Gildarts said in a serious tone the teasing smile having been erased and his former student looked at him in bewilderment.

“Are you joking?”

“No, I’m being completely serious. Gray I know this past few months have been difficult for you and I understand but I feel like you’ve been distanced from us, from your friends.” Gray frowned but before he could talk back the man continued “Mira told me you’ve been livelier these past few days, I really think taking on that girl as a student would help you out.”

“But-“

“No buts, here me out first! It wouldn’t have to interfere with your own training. Just a few hours a week. You will have some social interaction and I believe teaching someone can benefit with your own skating skills.”

“I don’t know Gildarts I have so much going on and…”

His former coach placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder “I know kid, believe me. But I really think this can do you good, I wouldn’t suggest it otherwise. Promise me you’ll think about it?”

“I- yeah okay. I promise.” Gray agreed reluctantly.

“Great!” the smile reappeared on his face “Now excuse me I have to go pick up my cute daughter for dinner!”

“Does Cana know about it?”

“Nope!” he said excited as he walked to the exit door “Don’t forget your promise!”

Gray waved at him until the man disappeared and he dropped his hand down in defeat. What had he gotten himself into?

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After his talk with Gildarts Gray went straight to his house the man’s words circling around his head. He tried to distract himself by binge watching series but after realizing he had no idea what happened in the last three episodes because he was zoning out he gave up. He somehow managed to fall asleep without many problems and had put the whole situation in the back of his head the next morning. Well that was until later that afternoon.

“Gray~” the man in question visibly stiffened as he heard his name being called out by a certain receptionist. This wouldn’t be good. Couldn’t he just go home one day without any interruptions? Please?

He slowly turned around and forced a smile at his friend “Hey Mira… I was just going home.” He tried dropping a hint to be left alone but obviously that wasn’t in the woman’s plans.

She smiled at him sweetly from behind the counter and rested her head on her clasped hands. “Can you do me a small favor?”

“Uh, sure what is it?”

“It’s time to close down the rink and I have to go lock the upper floor down. Would you mind going in the main rink and seeing if anyone’s still there?” she threw something at his direction that Gray caught instinctively realizing it was the rink’s keys when he opened his palm “Lock it too.”

“Close down?” Gray furrowed his eyebrows confused “I didn’t stay that late didn’t I, there’s still half an hour to go.”

“Ah, something came up and I have to leave, I can’t just keep the place open. Now go make sure no one’s getting locked inside.” She smiled again and lightly pushed him to down to the direction of the main rink.

Gray adjusted the straps on his backpack and started moving eager to get done with this as soon as possible. He had a bad feeling about this. Once he reached the metal doors separating the public rink with the corridor he poked his head inside.

He was ready to shout for everyone inside to start leaving before he noticed a single figure in the middle of the ice. Gray felt his words die inside his throat. Of course. Why else would Mira make him go all this way!

Unconsciously he tried to blend in with the background and felt his gaze being drawn to the blue haired woman. She seemed to still be practicing what he had taught her and he felt a strange feeling of pride washing over him as he noticed her improvement. Oh no he was already getting into a teacher mode!

After a few more seconds of staring at her Gray snapped out of his daze remembering the reason he was sent here. Though he was pretty damn sure the reason was different than what he first thought.

“Excuse me we will be closing down now if you could please-” Gray let his sentence fade out as Juvia locked gazes with him her lips forming an O shape.

She moved her arm up and waved shyly at him from the middle of the rink. “Hello!”

“Uh, hey Juvia I didn’t know you were here today… Sorry we’re closing down in a few minutes.”

“Oh sorry Juvia lost track of time!” she said as she skated towards the edge of the rink trying to take her skates out as soon as possible.

“Ah no you’re good don’t worry. We’re just closing a bit sooner today.”

Gray watched as the girl returned the skates to the stand and got her backpack. She stepped outside the door and Gray fumbled with the keys for a second trying to find the right one.

“So how’s your practice going?” he heard himself asking before he could realize it. Stupid mouth of his…

“Oh, umm it’s going good?”

“Are you asking me?” Gray said amused.

“No! It’s good! It’s just that Juvia can’t really judge for herself.”

“Yeah…Well if you practice enough you’re sure to get better at it. You could get in a group too if you want to improve faster.”

Juvia noticeably winced at his words “Juvia can’t. She doesn’t really have a lot of free time.” Gray wondered if the hint of sadness in her voice was his imagination but he couldn’t process it enough before she shot him a bright smile and continued “Juvia is really happy she got to have that one lesson with you! She’ll be going now, it was nice seeing you again.”

Suddenly all Gildarts had said passed through his mind as he looked at the blue haired woman in front of him. She seemed to genuinely enjoy skating.

“Hey are you still up for those lessons?” he asked before he could change his mind.”

“What?” Juvia looked at him with wide eyes.

“You said before you wanted me to teach you, have you changed your mind?”

“NO! Of course not! But you said before-”

“Yeah, I know what I said but I thought about it. So what do you say?”

“Yes of course!!” a huge smile appeared on her face “But how much should Juvia pay you?”

Gray chocked on air. He hadn’t thought about that “Pay?”

“Yeah isn’t that natural?”

“No nope we’re not doing that. I’d feel bad taking money from you I’ve never taught anyone before.”

“But-”

“Nope, I’m not changing my mind on this. Ah we should probably meet up and discuss this more seriously. Do you have time tomorrow?”

Juvia nodded frantically, seemingly still in shock by the whole situation.

“Okay, cool. I, uh… I’ll see you on the rink tomorrow then.” Gray turned on his heels and walked away as fast as he could before he could see her response. If he had stayed any longer he was sure to make a fool of himself.

He passed the reception throwing the keys into Mira’s desk and bolting out of the building. It wasn’t until he was lying on his couch at home when he fully realized what had happened. Surprisingly he didn’t find himself regretting it.

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Butterfly [30]

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“But why can’t you just get a job in Tokyo?" Shisui questioned. As he spoke, he pulled the long spoon out of the ice cream parfait. He plucked the long, cigar-shaped cookie out of the glass. Chewing on the tip, he stared at Itachi. Itachi sipped his green tea, saying nothing.

“Also. Follow-up question: Why do you hate me?” Shisui went on.

Itachi set his cup down. “Nii-san,” he sighed.

“Oh no. Don’t worry about me. I just love and care for you. I teach how to shave-”

“My father taught me how to shave.”

“How to tie your shoes-”

“My mom did that.”

“How to drive-”

“And almost got us killed.”

Shisui’s eyes narrowed. “So you do hate me,” he accused.

“....Clearly that’s it,” laughed Itachi, shaking his head.

“Why’re you moving?” Shisui asked again. He took a bite of his ice cream.

“It’s like I told my parents. I think the change will be good for me. I’ve never lived outside the city before. It’ll be a learning experience to be on my own for a bit,” answered Itachi. 

Shisui raised an eyebrow while he chewed on a slice of strawberry. Itachi handed him a napkin. 

“So. That’s the bullshit answer you gave to Ba-san and Ji-san, huh?” remarked Shisui. And then he demanded, “So what’s really up?”

“It’s not bullshit,” insisted Itachi. Shisui’s eyebrow only rose higher. 

Itachi let out a sigh. He crossed one leg over the other, avoiding Shisui’s persistent stare. And finally, he opened his mouth again.

“...I just... don’t want to be reminded of everything I can’t see anymore,” Itachi admitted, still avoiding Shisui’s eyes. The only thing that answered was the clink of Shisui’s spoon against his glass. 

“Like I can’t walk past anything without remembering how it used to look to me. It’s just...” Itachi trailed off, rubbing his face with both his hands. He put his elbows up on the table. 

Shisui set his spoon down. Licked a drop of ice cream off his thumb. Itachi peered at him from between his fingers. 

“You really think moving’ll make you feel better?” asked Shisui. He rested his chin on his fist. 

“It won’t make me feel worse,” replied Itachi. 

Shisui leaned back in his seat, stretching his arms high over his head. And then he let his arms drape over the sides of the chair, sliding low in his seat. Until his chin touched his chest.

“Well. You still suck. And I hate you for leaving me. But.... it makes sense, I guess,” concluded Shisui. 

Itachi had found out about the little town of Konoha through his advisor. 

“Do you know the name Iwano Deidara?” his advisor queried. 

“His senior project was that big statue on the quad. The bird,” Itachi replied. It was a massive piece that was several meters tall. He was a school legend, known as the ceramics department’s genius. 

“So, he was working in a small town in the countryside as an art teacher,” his advisor went on. Itachi must have made a face because his advisor sighed. He ran his hand through his red hair going silver at the temples. 

“Iwano-san’s father was diagnosed with cancer. So he moved out there to be with him,” the advisor added. Itachi nodded. 

“Apparently he was just arrested for setting the school on fire,” the advisor went on. Itachi’s eyes widened. His advisor flapped a hand at him.

“It was small. No one got hurt. I’m not surprised, frankly. He was always a little too... avant garde in my opinion.” 

“I see,” was all Itachi could think to say. 

“Anyway, I hear you were looking into finding a teaching job. They’re hiring,” his advisor concluded. 

“....Are you sure they’d want another alum from this school.... given their past... fiery experience?” Itachi tried to word his concern with some delicacy. His advisor snorted. He leaned forward to straighten the nameplate sitting on the edge of his desk. 

“I was in touch with the principal. She said that it was the most exciting thing that’s happened to them in years. They didn’t seem too upset by the whole ordeal,” his advisor assured him. Smirking a little at the memory.

“Anyway, Uchiha-kun, why don’t you send them a resume? See what happens?”

And a month later, Itachi was standing at the train station. He unfolded the map he had studied on the long ride over. With just a messenger bag, he headed in the direction of the high school. Which, for some untenable reason, sat on top of a mountain in the center of town. He regretted not listening to Shisui’s nagging to exercise when he’d had a chance. He took his time to make sure he wouldn’t arrive to the interview drenched in sweat or looking like  madman. Which he shouldn’t have worried about because his interview wasn’t really an interview.

“We want to hire you,” the principal declared almost as soon as he sat down. 

“Oh,” said Itachi. 

He vaguely remembered being a little worried. But somehow, he was signing his contract and someone was stamping the official paperwork. Less than two hours later, he was sitting in a bar. Someone pushed a beer into his hand. 

“To Uchiha-sensei. Welcome!” the principal declared. 

The other teachers cheered, crowding forward to clink their glass against his. He bowed awkwardly at them, still a little unsure of what had just transpired.  He took a sip of his drink to be polite. 

Food arrived at their table. People began piling his plate high with fried chicken and edamame. He bowed at them again.

“Welcome, Uchiha-sensei. I’m Hatake Kakashi. I teach history,” a silver-haired man greeted, reaching across the table. Itachi shook his hand, still a little more than dazed. 

“This is Sarutobi Asuma, he’s our gym teacher. And next to him is the lovely Sarutobi Kurenai. She teaches math,” Kakashi began, gesturing to each person as he spoke. Itachi tried his best to pay attention. But by the time Kakashi had gone around the table, Itachi had forgotten everyone’s names, including the silver-haired man who was speaking. 

The man sitting to Itachi’s right nudged him with his elbow. 

“Did the boss-lady hire you in like... five seconds?” he inquired. Itachi nodded. And the other man smirked.

“Did the same thing to me. She’s a little crazy, but she’s a good person,” he assured Itachi. Itachi smiled.

“Thank you.... uh...”

“Nara Shikamaru. Don’t worry about remembering my name. This whole crew’ll be so drunk in a bit that they won’t remember either,” Shikamaru assured him. That made Itachi laugh. Shikamaru clicked his glass against Itachi’s and they both took a sip. 

As the night wore on, Itachi learned that the intimate atmosphere of the gathering wasn’t him just being paranoid. 

“I grew up in this town. These old farts used to be my teachers,” Shikamaru told him. 

“He loved us so much that he couldn’t stay away,” Asuma interrupted, popping up on the opposite side of Shikamaru. His back to Asuma, Shikamaru widened his eyes, shaking his head just a little. Itachi took a sip of his beer to hide his chuckle. 

During a lull in the conversation, Itachi looked around the bar. It was a modest place with a TV mounted in the corner above the bar. It played a news channel with the volume muted. The shelves behind the bar were stocked with a surprisingly varied selection of bottles. Shikamaru had already explained the home economics teacher was married to the owner of the bar and so she helped out at night. She popped in and out of the kitchen, occasionally sitting down to chat. 

There were photos decorating the walls. It looked like some of the teachers were in them, arms thrown around each other, eyes squinting into crescent moons. But there was a poster hanging by the front door that didn’t quite fit in with the faded polaroids. It was blue with a name in big kanji. Itachi took a few steps toward it, squinting in the dim light. He realized that it was of a woman wearing a glittering white outfit, one hand on her chest, the other raised high above her head. She wore a crown of flowers

“Oh! This is rare,” Shikamaru remarked. Itachi turned around to find Shikamaru looking down at his phone. It vibrated against the table, screen lighting up. 

“What? A woman?” Asuma asked, leaning over his shoulder. But his eyes popped open too. He leaned on Shikamaru as Shikamaru answered.

“Hey! It’s been a while,” said Shikamaru, a smile brightening his face. He paused. And then he snorted. 

“Yeah. Ok. We don’t miss you at all,” he retorted. 

The smaller pockets of conversation around the table quieted as the teachers nudged one another. 

“Is it-?”

“I think it is!” they whispered. 

Shikamaru grimaced, teeth clenching. He drew in a sharp breath, free hand rising to rub the back of his neck. 

“Oh..... uh.... y-yeah. Well... congrats,” he fumbled out. 

Everyone leaned in closer, scrutinizing Shikamaru’s expression. But Itachi lingered by the door, baffled by whatever everyone else seemed to know as they exchanged pointed looks. 

“Of course. I’ll let everyone know. Yeah. Good luck,” Shikamaru concluded before he ended the call. And then he sat there, staring at his phone. 

Everyone watched Shikamaru. Waiting. 

“What is it?” Asuma finally demanded.

Shikamaru swallowed down the rest of his beer before he spoke again.

“Haruno’s getting married.”

“WHAT?!” the exclamation came from everyone around the room. Including the bar’s other patrons. 

“When?” asked Kurenai.

“Today,” replied Shikamaru.

“HUH?!” the chorus was even louder this time. 

“Yeah, she says she’s in Michigan, wherever that is. Told me she’d send pictures later,” Shikamaru reported. And, Itachi thought, he looked a little upset at that. 

“Who’s she marrying?” wondered Kakashi. 

“Good question,” muttered Shikamaru. Scratching his head, he twisted toward the bar. 

Itachi looked around the room. And then back at the poster by the door. He squinted at the kanji. If he read it one way, it seemed to read ‘Haruno’. But as he scrutinized her face, he had the feeling that he’d seen it somewhere before.

Conversation gradually resumed. Itachi leaned toward Kakashi. 

“Who’s everyone talking about?” he queried in a soft voice. Kakashi chuckled. Pulling his face mask down, he took a slurp of his drink. 

“Let me get Orochimaru-sensei for you. He’s better at explaining than I am,” Kakashi replied before he called to the science teacher sitting further down the table. 

The time in Konoha seemed to go by more slowly than in Tokyo. But that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

 At first, some things had felt odd. People greeting him on the streets all knew his name. And it seemed that everyone knew everyone else’s business. But other than that, the intimacy of the town was nice in its own way. 

“Sensei, you’re looking a little thin. Here,” the lady selling steamed buns would say, stuffing two extra ones into the bag. 

“These are some radishes from my dad’s field,” Asuma would say, showing up randomly at his apartment. A basket stuffed with the white vegetables held in his arms. 

The other teachers made it abundantly clear that he wasn’t just welcome at their after-school gatherings. He was necessary. And it was a little funny. How they all rearranged themselves to make a spot for him. Like he had always belonged in their group. Soon, there were pictures of him decorating the walls of Genma’s bar. 

The most surprising thing was his new job. The first day of classes, he had shown up. And the kids sat in the class, staring at him. Just waiting.

“Okay. So I’m your art teacher,” Itachi announced. 

Dead silence answered him. 

Still, when he instructed them to copy down the diagrams on the board, everyone did so. The first few weeks of class went like this. He taught them perspective and shading. They drew bowls of fruit with charcoal. The scratch of their media against the paper filling the room. Other than saying “good afternoon” and “goodbye”, the students didn’t really speak to him. Itachi had come to accept that this was the way things would go all year.

And then, about a month into the school year, one of the boys declared, “Sensei, this is my favorite class.”

A few of his classmates nodded. Itachi lowered his charcoal. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he peered past his easel to look at the class. They stared back at him. 

“What? Why?” Itachi demanded. The boy who had spoken thought for a moment.

“I don’t know. You’re just chill. And this stuff is actually kind of fun,” he said. 

“Yeah, Sensei. The other classes we just sit there and listen. Your class is kind of cool,” someone else piped up.

He turned back to his easel and resumed drawing. He was thankful that the big drawing pad hid the blush that rose to his cheeks. 

“I see. Well... I’m glad you’re having fun,” Itachi replied. 

End Part 6

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Momma’s Boy Part 17

Prompt: A witch turns Liam into a toddler causing the reader and Scott to take care of him. (Requested)

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Reader (platonic) , Scott McCall x Reader

Parts

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16

Reader’s POV

It had been a week had passed and to no one surprise Mary was missing. She hadn’t been where I left her unconscious and it scared me to think that she was still out there. Melissa had treated my now broken ankle, she had been amazed that I was able to walk home from such a long way with it broken but I told her it must have been the adrenaline. Liam’s cheek was bruised and he had tried to avoid me the first two days, he was scared of me and I didn’t blame him, I had almost killed his biological mother right in front of him. He slept with Scott while I slept zero minutes of the day. I was terrified of Mary coming back and I was terrified of Liam being taken that I had stayed completely awake through the first three days. I cracked on the third day, crying hysterically in Scott’s arms, which was what made Liam make contact with me. He had wrapped his small arms around be before trying to wipe the tears out of my face. When the tears didn’t stop he had ran to get Scott, tripping on the way over. He had lost some of his balance and he had also lost some of his vocabulary which was getting harder to understand him. I finally had sleep on the fourth day when I was watching Lion King with Liam, I hadn’t noticed how tired I was until I had woken up to Liam snuggling into my chest. I had closed my eyes for a second and I passed out almost immediately. We hadn’t left the house and no one had come in the house but Stiles on the second day which prompted an outburst from me. Beat the shit out of him and now he had a black eye. He hadn't left since neither Scott or I had felt comfortable opening our doors, not that Stiles wanted to leave either, he hadn’t wanted anyone to see his eye which I was somewhat proud of. “Stiles!” Liam’s voice yelled and it had been the twentieth time he had yelled his name today. “Mommy!” I could hear his voice break which meant he was about to cry and I didn’t need that right now. 

“What happen?” I used my crutches to get into the living room where I found Stiles dangling Liam’s toys on top of him. “Stiles.” I sighed out.

“This little runt threw it at my face.” He snarled looking down at Liam who kicked him in the shin.

“Liam!” I sighed out as Stiles grabbed his leg. “Step, now.” Liam looked at me and started pouting. “No, no pouting, go before I take all the toys away.” He crossed his arms before stomping to the bottom step and sitting down, his face scrunched up in madness. 

“That’s what you get kid.” Stiles smiled at him and I looked at Stiles. 

“Don’t make me put you on there too.” He chuckled and Scott walked in from his nap. 

“What’s going on?” He rubbed his eyes before looking at Liam on the step. “Again?” He sighed and I looked at Stiles. 

“The kid obviously still has anger issues.” Stiles spoke before sticking his tongue out at Liam and I didn't know who was the bigger child in the room. 

“Alright, that’s it, go join him.” I shifted on my crutches and Stiles laughed. 

“You can’t be serious.” He looked at me and I gave him a stern look. 

“Stiles, I gave you a black eye once, I can do it again.” I sighed out and he looked at Scott. 

“Hey, she calls the shots.” Scott spoke putting his hand on my back and Stiles huffed before walking to the step and sitting next to Liam who was glaring at him. 

“This is stupid, I'm not a little kid.” Stiles spoke as I sat on the couch. 

“Then stop acting like one.” I spoke back and I heard him huff once more before I looked at Scott. 

“Feeling better?” His smile was bright and I hadn't seen it like this all week. 

“A little.” I gave him my best smile but he knew it was forced. “Any news?” I bit my lip and Scott shook his head looking down at his hands. “It’s okay, we’re here and if she tried anything, there’s two and a half of us.” He looked at me before chuckling a bit and smiled without thinking about it. 

“Mommy hates you.” I heard Liam’s voice and I hadn’t realized him and Stiles were arguing. 

“What’s your problem with me?” Stiles spoke and I looked back at them as I saw them back to back. 

“You meanie.” Liam looked at him and Stiles chuckled. 

“I’m mean? You threw a toy at my black eye, I think the only mean one here is you.” Stiles spoke. 

“Stupid.” Stile looked at Liam who stuck his tongue out at him. 

“You’re lucky you’re two and not fifteen otherwise I'd kick your ass.” Stiles pointed to Liam. 

“Ass?” Liam tested the word and my eyes widened. 

“Hey, language!” Scott spoke up. 

“Shit, sorry.” Stiles apologized only to make it worse.

“Shit!” Liam clapped and I put my hand on my forehead. 

“Liam, no, those are bad words.” Scott stood up making his way towards the stairs. “Go sit in the living room.” Scott growled at Stiles who quickly took a seat next to me. 

“You’re the worst.” I looked at him and he pursed his lips. 

“You don’t say stuff like that, okay?” Scott spoke and Liam looked at me. 

“Listen to your father, otherwise you’ll be sitting there for another five minutes.” Liam nodded furiously and I smiled at him when Scott patted his back. He ran towards me and climbed on the couch. 

“Sorry.” He looked down and his hands before looking at Stiles. 

“You’re apologizing to me?” Stiles pointed his finger to his chest and Liam crossed his arms. “I’ll take it.” He put his hands up in defense and I giggled taking Liam onto my lap. 

“Lion King.” He pointed to the TV and I was seriously so tired of that movie.

“How about we watch something else?” Scott spoke sitting next to me. “Like, Nemo?” Scott looked at Liam and it had been one of the only times Scott had suggested anything other than Lion King, we were all tired of it. 

“Otay!” Liam bounced on my lap and I smiled as Scott sighed in relief. He was getting pickier and pickier by the day and we didn't know what to expect from him anymore. 

“Are you hungry?” I looked down at Liam who shook his head before placing it on my chest. A sudden knock at the door had us all stopped in our tracks and Liam’s arms wrapped around my neck. 

“Stay here.” Scott spoke before slowly walking to the front door. 

“Hey, it’s okay.” I rubbed my hand up and down Liam’s back before looking at Stiles who was biting his lip.

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Scott’s POV

I walked towards the door and I could hear the pounding of everyone’s heartbeats in my ears which only made me more nervous. No one had come along since Stiles and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to know who was at the door. I took in a deep breathe before opening the door just a slight bit before seeing Stiles’ dad and I could feel my lungs working again. “Sheriff.” I spoke and he sighed looking at me. 

“May I come in?” I looked back at (y/n) who had been having small talk with Stiles before looking back at his dad. 

“How about I go out there?” He slightly nodded and I stepped outside closing the door slowly behind me. The sun was bright and if I wasn’t inside for a whole week I wouldn’t be squinting my eyes. 

“I would have called but it’s better to do this in person.” He shoved his hands in his pocket and I bit my lip. “She’s in custody.” I sighed in relief running my hands over my face. “But.” He began and I looked at him. 

“But what?” He stayed silent before sighing and looking at me. 

“She’s pressing charges right back and she’s gotten Liam’s birth certificate redone. She has one of the best lawyers in town Scott, I’m afraid that if we don’t build up enough evidence against her she’ll walk away with Liam in her arms.” His voice creeped into my ear and I couldn't believe what the hell was happening. 

“But she can’t she beat him, and she kidnapped him and (y/n). How are they just going to let her press charges when we haven't done anything as bad as her.” I was fuming and I knew if this was happening (y/n) wouldn’t be able to go through it.

“In the states eyes Liam has always been hers therefore making you and (y/n) the ones that kidnapped Liam, and for the beating, I don’t know Scott. Money can buy a lot of things and I know you and (y/n) can’t afford a lawyer that expensive which is why me, your dad, your mom, argent and even Derek are willing to help you out if you would have it.” His hand brushed his hair and I couldn’t believe this was happening. 

“I can’t have him being taken away, he’s my son. But I also can’t take everyone’s money.” I sighed and sat down on the chair on my porch. “What the hell am I going to do?” I put my head in my hands and I could feel a hand on my back. 

“I’m not taking no for an answer kid. You’ve been like a son to me and I'll be dammed if I let someone take your son away from you. You’ve changed tremendously because of that kid, no one’s going to take him away from you, I promise.” And I wish I could have believed him but something didn’t feel right. 

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[laseroy89]

Don’t Do It Again.

My right cheek felt warm. The sun’s rays filtered through the slits in the curtain, and shone on my face. I rubbed the crust from my eyes, then sat up to stretch, flexing and curving my back. It was so satisfying, to hear my back crack, and feel the tension ease away.

I closed my eyes, soaking in the sounds of the morning. The birds were chirping without a care in the world, and rustled the leaves as they jumped around in the tree directly outside my window, looking for the ripe berries. The wind chimes in my neighbour’s backyard jingled in the gentle breeze, playing a calming melody. There was the sound of children playing happily in the distance, probably at the playground just a stone’s throw away from here. I opened my eyes and looked to my side immediately to see my phone’s screen flashing some words against a white background.

DON’T DO IT AGAIN.

Don’t do what? I was puzzled, and also a little angry. The dark bold words spanned my phone’s screen, and burnt into my retina as I continued staring at it. It wasn’t just a warning or a precaution, it was like….scolding me. For something I did wrong. What did I do? I don’t remember anything….I only remembered collapsing on my bed, tired after a long day of work. What wrong can a tired man do? Wasn’t it enough that I slaved at my laboratory everyday, to put food on the table? Wasn’t it? WASN’T IT?

“WHAT DID I DO!!!!!” I raged at my phone, my spittle splashing on my phone screen. The display sputtered a little, showed some static, before returning back to my ordinary home screen.

Phew. It was comforting, to see my wife on my home screen. Her lips, curved up in a beautiful grin. Her dimples, ever so cute. And her eyes, normally so large and mesmerising that I would lose myself in them, but were half-closed in the middle of a laugh. I touched her face with my thumb, only to open my planner app.

Hmmm. It was Saturday. Today’s breakfast was peanut butter and banana on toast. What a healthy and filling meal to start off a splendid morning.

I made my way towards the kitchen to make my breakfast, humming as I prepared my meal. I thought about my wife, as I coated each slice of toasted bread with a thick layer of peanut butter. She would have done the same, lavishing me with copious amounts of goodies, then giggled and complained that I ate too much. Then I would just shake my head and give her a peanut-butter stained smile which would have made her laugh out even more.

She was always the giggly type. She giggled when we cuddled in bed, she giggled when I gave her a goodbye kiss whenever I left for work, and she giggled when we binge-watched our tv shows.

I missed her giggles.  

I carried the plate over to my favourite wicker chair on my porch, and sat down with a grunt. My position overlooked the street in front of my home, which wasn’t very busy, one of the perks of living in a quiet neighbourhood. I remembered the previous house we lived in - it was just beside one of the main roads going into the city and boy, was it noisy then.

I picked up the newspaper that the paper boy had thrown beside the chair.

Man found dead at the roadside. Okay. Some bad news to start the day.

I read on.

The person was found dead on the grass patch right beside the junction where Barron Lane and Avery Road intersected, which was….just down the road. The police has ruled it a death due to unnatural causes. There were zero clues at the spot. No blood, no accident wreckage, no signs of a struggle, leading the police to infer that the body could have been dumped there. The person was identified to be one Auther Tager, according to the wallet found on his body.

My blood ran cold as I read that name.

I am Auther Tager.

This must be a coincidence. I didn’t know of anyone else in my neighbourhood named Auther Tager, but….well, it is indeed a unique name, but that was the only logical explanation. I mean, I was alive and well, right here with a newspaper in my hand, and two sandwiches next to me.

Until I looked at the photos.

There was a photo of the crime scene, with police tape sealing off the area, and what looked like a navy blue body bag surrounded by police officers. And on the top right of that photo, was a smaller picture of….me. They used the photo on my ID. The ugly one with pimples and my then stupid buck-toothed grin.

That’s just not possible. I am alive. I am alive, GODAMMIT!! There’s a mistake. There’s a mistake. No, there’s a mistake.

But I don’t remember losing my wallet. I patted my pocket. It was there, right there. I opened it to reveal my ID, glinting in the morning sun.

Come on, man. First my wife, then my work-life balance, now - me? Why has life got to be so unfair?

I wolfed down my sandwiches, threw down the newspaper beside my seat, and left for the junction. I needed to find out what was happening.

The junction looked normal. There were cars driving around on the road and there were pedestrians on the sidewalk. Some of them carried bags of groceries, some of them were taking their dogs out for a walk, some of them waited for the traffic light to turn green so that they could cross the road. It was just a regular morning, nothing unusual.

I walked over to the grass patch which was pictured in the newspaper. This must be where my body - or rather, what was mistaken to be my body - was found. There was nothing at the scene to suggest that though. The grass was a lush bright green, but short - must have been mowed recently. There were mynahs and ravens pecking around, foraging for food. Further away from the road, closer to the trees, there were children playing at the playground, while their mothers looked on and chatted about life. It was as if no one remembered that there had been a dead body here.

I’ve seen the crime scene. I needed to see the body, to confirm whether it was me.

The body must have been moved to the morgue at the nearest hospital. It has to be there - I work there, and I know that the police sometimes do autopsies there too. I fished in my pockets for my wallet - but there wasn’t any cash for a cab. Steal a bike it is, then.

Speak of the devil, there was someone cycling towards me now. I squinted, and made out my teenage neighbour, Stanley. He looked so happy, and so….old. He had a moustache now, and looked so fit and muscular. Huh, he had worked out quite a lot since I last saw him.

“Hey Stanley, do you mind if I borrow your bike for a while?” I said in a cheery tone, trying to disguise my urgency.

He stopped and got off his bike, and looked at me, mouth agape. It was funny, seeing his mouth open like that to reveal the chewed up chips inside. He looked like he had just seen a ghost.

Then I remembered I was in quite a hurry.

“Thanks, Stanley! Tell your mom I said hi!” I grabbed his bike out of his open hands, and pedaled away. I looked back after cycling for a while, and he was still there, staring after me. I sighed, and turned back. He was always a bit slow in the head.

The road to the hospital didn’t really look the same as I last remembered it. My memory was quite fuzzy, but I didn’t remember some buildings on the way.

Luckily, the hospital didn’t change much. That ceiling light and air-conditioner unit at the right side of the entrance were still not fixed. The third corridor was still narrow. And the morgue was still located in the basement.

No one seemed to recognise me at my workplace though. The nurses were new, and the doctors, well, were as usual too busy to even look in my direction. I made my way down to the morgue smoothly, which was weird considering how there should have been a greater police presence, since forensic criminologists should be examining the body by now.

However, there was only one person sitting in the morgue: the clerk, sitting at his usual place at the right of the door. It was some twenty-year-old kid, typing some stuff.

I pushed the door open, but it wouldn’t budge. Ah, I forgot that it was keycard activated. I pulled out my card, and slid it into the card reader. It replied with a loud “Access Denied”.

That was impossible. I am an employee of this hospital, I should have access!! I ran it through the reader again, but the same reply sounded again. Shit! Shit! SHIT!! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!!

The door opened though. The clerk poked his face out.

“Good morning, Dr Tager! Please, come in,” he opened the door wide for me to enter.

“Thanks.” I muttered while keeping my cursed keycard.

“Anything I can help you with?” he asked, with the same smile on his face.

I wanted to ignore him, but I realised that I didn’t come down here very often, and the clerk’s assistance could help a great deal.

“Hey, erm, I’m looking for a body. Can I use your computer to look for its drawer?”

“Oh, no need to trouble yourself, Dr Tager. I can help you do it!!” He sat down, his hands poised over the keyboard, ready to type.

“It’s okay, I think I’ll rather do it myself.”

“Doctor, with all due respect….I am not allowed to let others use the facility’s computer under my keycard. And according to what happened just now….your keycard doesn’t seem to be working.”

Fuck. Well, I had no choice.

“Alright. I’m looking for….Dr Auther Tager.”

“Alright, please wait a moment….C44, Dr Tager.” I scrutinised his face for any signs of shock or fear, but there were none, just a bright smile. Either he was too stupid to link the two names I just gave to him, or he just wanted to be promoted so much that he didn’t care and just wanted to please any superior he could find.

“Thanks.” I walked briskly to Section C.

It was just there, but I was afraid to pull it open. I had hurried here in my rush to know the truth, but now that it was just a few fingertips away….apprehension enveloped me. I didn’t dare to….but I had to. Otherwise, how….how do I live this down?

I pulled the drawer open.

There was a body inside, with the feet sticking out of the loose wrapping. I gingerly reached for the toe tag, and…..it read “Auther Tager”.

It was this body.

I reached inside the wrapping, and carefully pulled the top part open, to reveal the face.

It couldn’t be. But it was. The same nose, the same hairstyle, the same mole near the bottom of the right cheek, that little tattoo of a sun in the hollow above the right clavicle….it was me. I was staring at myself.

A sharp pain erupted from the back of my neck, and suddenly, everything around me blurred. I leaned on the drawer for support, and sank down slowly to my knees. I clutched the back of my neck, and pulled out what seemed to be….a tranquilizer dart.

“Subject 69 is down, I repeat, Subject 69 is down. Dr Larsson, you can conduct your introductory session now.” That sounded suspiciously like that clerk. What an asshole.

I lay down on the floor, dizzy and immobilised. Every part of my body felt like lead. My eyes hurt as the bright fluorescent lights shone directly on my retinae. My fingers hung on the edge of the drawer for a few more laborious seconds before falling on my face.

Boots clattered into the room. Some dark figures loomed over me, giving me some respite from the blinding light.

“This is Subject 69. I know, he looks like your dear neighbour the late Dr Tager, but rest assured, this is not him. I know this is your first day here, and I know this may be shocking to you, Stanley, so….get used to it.”

Wait what? Stanley? A doctor? Okay, good for him….but why would he DO THIS?

“What happened to Dr Tager?” Stanley’s voice came out quite meekly.

I heard Larsson sigh. “Auther loved his wife. A lot. So when she died, Auther sort of went….mad.” I tried to grind my teeth together in anger but even my jaw was paralysed.

“He was still an extremely good doctor, but he dabbled in the occult, trying to bring his wife back, I guess. Now, you and I rational people don’t believe in such foolish stuff, even Auther didn’t, but what he went through….changed him. Of course, Mrs Tager never came back - but something bad, something illogical happened. Remember what happened a few months back?”

Several of the silhouettes nodded.

“A pity, that one. What a talent, wasted like that. Sure, we were both rivals, but I still deeply respected him. You see that one in C44? Yup, that’s him. The real Auther. For some reason, that body refuses to decompose.”

What the fuck.

“Then, ‘he’ keeps on waking up on his bed. We’re still studying why and how that happens. Those versions of him….they look like him, and seemed to retain some of the same memories, but….they are different. After receiving the first few, we realised that they were quite unstable, and could be dangerous to the patients.”

The few silhouettes bent down to grab my limbs, and moved me onto a gurney.

“So we decided to use them instead. Through some trial and error, we conditioned them.” Hands reached into pockets and took out my phone and wallet. “The first step, is to type this on the phone. It’ll provoke him and cloud his judgement even more. Then place them both beside his bed. I’ll give you more details when we visit his house at the end of the day. Come on lads, let’s get a move on. Right now, we have some new organs for transplant.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My right cheek felt warm. The sun’s rays filtered through the slits in the curtain, and shone on my face. I sat up to stretch, flexing and curving my back. It was so satisfying, to hear my back crack, and feel the tension ease away.

I looked to my side to see my phone’s screen flashing some words against a white background.

DON’T DO IT AGAIN.

Don’t do what? I was puzzled, and also a little angry. The dark bold words spanned my phone’s screen, and burnt into my retina as I continued staring at it. It wasn’t just a warning or a precaution, it was like….scolding me. For something I did wrong. What did I do? I don’t remember anything….I only remembered collapsing on my bed, tired after a long day of work. What wrong can a tired man do? Wasn’t it enough that I slaved at my laboratory everyday, to put food on the table? Wasn’t it? WASN’T IT?

“WHAT DID I DO!!!!!” I raged at my phone, my spittle splashing on my phone screen. The display sputtered a little, showed some static, before returning back to my ordinary home screen.

Phew. It was comforting, to see my wife on my home screen. Her lips, curved up in a beautiful grin. Her dimples, ever so cute. And her eyes, normally so large and mesmerising that I would lose myself in them, but were half-closed as she was in the middle of laughing. I touched her face with my thumb, only to open my planner app.

Hmmm. It was Sunday. Today’s breakfast was spinach and poached egg on toast. What a healthy and filling meal to start off a splendid morning.

I made my way towards the kitchen to make my breakfast.

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[hamilton4laurens]

One Last Time

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x fem!Reader

Summary: Alexander is having an affair on reader and wants a divorce but  the Reader asked one last thing of Alexander before they go through with it.

AN: I read this thing on FB which gave me the idea. And you are Alexanders wife in this. MODERN AU!

Words: 2821

Warning:  Angst, cheating/affair, some fluff, death, sickness _________________________

The front door to the house opened as a slightly disheveled looking Alexander walked in, setting his briefcase down on the floor by the door. You walked to your husband with a smile on you face.

“How was work today?” You asked giving him a small peck on the cheek, pulling away you noticed the hickey he was trying to hide under the collar of his shirt.

“Y/N we need to talk…” His eyes traveled to Philip who came into view. “Alone.” He told you. You looked at Philip.

“Sweetie why don’t you finish up your homework in your room so your father and I can talk?” Looking down at your son the curly haired boy nods and ran off to his room. It was silent between you and your husband before clears his throat.

“I can’t do this anymore Y/N I want a divorce. The past couple of months have been rough…..I met someone.” He admitted as your eyes glaze over.

“I know.” You whisper, wiping away the tear that fell down your face. “What’s her name?” You ask.

“Maria. She’s Mr.Washingtons secretary.”

“Do you love her?” You then asked.“

“Y/N-”

“Just answer the question!” Your voice raised as you stood up, fists clenched. Alexanders face hardened as he stood as well.

“Yes. I do.” He stated walking over to his briefcase he opened it and took papers out before walking back over and handing them to you. Looking over the pages it were the divorce papers. Closing you eyes your throat choked on a sob that you were suppressing.

“Please don’t do this….what about Philip?”

“I’ll still see my son. I want to be part of his life.” He stated. You clutched the papers in your hands and looked at your husband pleadingly.

“I’m not going to sign it.” You stated dropping the divorce papers on the table. Alexander shot you a glare. “I’ll do it just not now.” You sat back down with a sigh. “I promise I’ll give you a smooth divorce on 2 conditions.” You stated. His eyebrows shot up.

“You’re really bargaining now?” He asked confused.

“Damn it Alexander its the least you can do for me after everything. I’m not asking for much.” Alexander punched the bridge of his nose then removed his glasses from his face.

“What are the conditions?” Sighing in defeat he sat back down as well. You smiled weakly at him.

“Wait until the end of the month to leave and to tell Philip. These exams are important for him, I don’t want him to fail because of us. I want him to pass this without worrying about anything.” You explained the first condition, looking at your soon to be ex husband he nodded in agreement. “The second thing…I want you to carry me to the front door from our bedroom every time you leave for work, like how you did when you first carried me into this house when we first got married.” Explaining this to him his face remained the same face he always had when he was thinking.

“For a month?”

“Until his testing is done.”

“Fine. I think I can do that.” You smiled weakly at him

“I’m going to go start dinner.” You stated, standing up.

-

Dinner was quieter than usual. The silence was deafening. The clashing of silverware was the only noise throughout the dinner.

After dinner Philip helped you with the dishes as Alexander went to his office to call Maria.

-

You laid on your side of the bed, as you silently cried for many reasons. The clock read 2am when Alexander finally came to bed. Quietly he changed, the bed moved as he got in, pulling the blanket on him he fell asleep quickly as tears continued to to slide down your face.

-

You were awoken by someone shaking your shoulder. Grumbling an incoherent response you rolled over squinting your eyes, allowing them to adjust to the light. Alexander stood there looking somewhat annoyed.

“Come on, I gotta go.” Nodding you through your blanket off and stood up. Alexander swiftly lifted you up. Alex’s eyes widened in shock at how light you were. I mean sure you had some meat on your bones but he didn’t remember you being this light. Brushing that aside he carried you out of your shared room, carefully went down the stairs. Philip was watching tv in the living room before he went to his bus stop. Looking over he grinned at the sight of his parents and that his dad was carrying his mom.

“Pa why are you carrying mom?” Philip asked curiously. You and your husband looked at each other before Alexander looked back at his son with a small smile.

“To show how we care for one another.” Alexander told him though it was for the most part one sided. Philip smiled happily as you were set down by the front door.

“Have a great door at work!” You smiled at him, pulling the act in front of your son. Alexander did a curt nod your way before saying goodbye to his son before he was out the door.

-

The first week of the routine it was awkward and tense between the two of you. The second week the both of you were more relaxed and made very little small talk, Alex even cracked a joke which made you laugh which made him laugh as well. Philip was happy because his parents looked so in love in his eyes. Day by day Alexander noticed you feeling lighter but he figured he was just getting stronger.

Maria and Alexander got into another fight by the end of the second week, she claiming the requests you made were ridiculous and that you should just sign the divorce papers. Alexander argued back it was only a month and that he would come see her that night.

-

The beginning of the third week was the same as always except this time Alex had a little more hop into his step as he carried you. He forgot how beautiful your eyes were and how adorable you looked when you’re caught off guard, and boy did he miss it.

“Have a good day.” He said that morning, giving you a small smile before going out the door.

He hasn’t said that to you in months. You couldn’t help but smile to that gesture but then frowned. ‘It was only temporary,’ you thought to yourself.

The rest of your day involved you laying in bed doing nothing, too tired to do anything. She had nothing to worry about because no one was home.

-

That night you ordered pizza for dinner, too tired to make dinner. Philip and Alexander weren’t necessarily complaining.

After dinner you were going to clean and put everything away when….

“Let me do it. You look tired.” Alexander stated, not looking sparing a glanceat you as he put the plates in the sink.

“Don’t you have work?

“Yes but that can wait at the moment. Go relax.”

“Okay.” You walked out of the kitchen. Two more to go.

-

The alarm on Alexanders phone went off indicating it was time to get ready for work. Reaching over he grabbed his phone and shut off the alarm. He rolled over to his back and stared at the ceiling. Looking over you we’re facing him asleep. Hesitantly he reached over and wiped away a strand hair that was on your face. His hand snapped back to him when you moved but to his relief you were still asleep. A bad feeling stirred inside him as he finally started to take notice how skinny you were. Dark circles ringed your eyes, your cheeks more hollow and paler in color. His hand found its way to your cheek, lightly rubbing his thumb under your eye. Subconsciously you leaned into his touch, sighing in content.

Taking his hand away Alexander got out of bed to get ready for work. He past a picture that hung in his bedroom. He took a step back and looked at it. It was a picture of Y/N in her wedding dress, Alexander had his arms wrapped around her from behind kissing her cheek as Y/N smiled widely. Guilt twisted in his mind, his fists clenched. He looked back at Y/N before finishing getting ready.

Y/N was in a peaceful sleep finally, able to fall to her serenity an hour or so after Alexander. It was all torn away when she was awoken.

“You ready?” Alex asked her, his voice quieter than usual. You nodded, sitting up. A wave of dizziness swept over you. “Are you okay?” A hand was on your back, looking up Alexander looked at you worriedly.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You mumbled, pushing yourself up off the bed. The hand never left your back before you knew it you were scooped up in his arms. A wave exhaustion hit you. So you rested your head on Alexander’s shoulder. He didn’t seem to mind. But what you didn’t see was the small smile which graced his lips. Reaching the door Alexander wished the distance to the door was a little bit longer. Setting you down gently, you stumbled a bit. Hands quickly grabbed your waist until you could steady yourself, haven’t even realized you were gripping Alexander’s suit.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, avoiding his gaze. Taking your look in, he saw what drew him to you in the first place. Your eyes. Your beautiful E/C eyes that use to hold so much happiness and joy in them. Now…that light dimmed and held sadness and shown how tired you were.

“Y/N.” Alex’s voice was quiet. Your eyes met his, looking with confusion. He looked like a fish opening then closing his mouth, trying to find the right words to say. And yes for once in Alexander Hamilton’s life he did not know what to say. He was speechless. Before any words can escape his mouth his phone rang incessantly in his pocket. Sighing in frustration he released you and dug his hand in his pocket, pulling out his phone.

“ What?” He snapped at whoever was on the other line. You jumped in surprise. “No, I’m about to leave. Yeah I’ll be there Laurens. Okay bye.” He gave you a small guilty looking smile. “I guess I’ll see you later.” Picking up his briefcase he quickly grabbed his car keys.

Lips suddenly met yours before he ran out slamming the door shut. You stood there staring at the door in shock.

Alexander didn’t realize what he done until he sat there in his car.

“Oh shit.” He looked back at the house.

You raised your hand, lightly touching your lips.

-

Alexander came home late that night. Bags hung under his eyes. All he wanted to do in that moment was to go to bed.

But that night he couldn’t sleep. All he could think about was you and that kiss from that morning. Maria was not happy with him. Of course he told her. They fought again that week and every fight they had those 3 weeks were about you.

He was confused about everything so he told Maria he needed a break from her. Alex thought back to the night the affair began, he was drunk and wasn’t thinking clearly. That wasn’t the last time they met obviously, they had secret meetings at her apartment or elsewhere.

He felt terrible the first month of the affair but with Maria’s persuasive words she convinced him not to be thus falling under her spell but now he feels like he can think clearly.

A week was left. By the end of it Y/N is to sign the divorce papers and he will move in with Maria but now with the break he does not know how long it will last he’s not sure where he’d go.

-

The morning and day was the same, get up, get ready for work, carry Y/N to the door, go to work, drink coffee, work, work, argue with Jefferson, work, talk to Washington, work, argue with Jefferson and even more work then finally go home.

He loved his job don’t get him wrong there but he felt content when it came to carrying his wife to the door he felt what it was like to see her again. See her the way he had when he first fell in love with her, proposed to her, married her and had a child with her.

He loves Y/N. He loves her.

Maria didn’t show up for work the next few days. Alexander didn’t want to tell Y/N of his revelation until he broke ties with her officially but she wouldn’t call/text her back, he even went to her apartment but she wasn’t there. He knew it’d get messy if he didn’t end things with Maria before going back to his beautiful wife.

And finally Friday came. The day which ended the month. The last day of Philips exams.

You couldn’t move from your side of the bed. Alexander was happier than usual you noticed, you believed it was because he doesn’t have to be here with you anymore. But you were strong.

And arm wrapped around your waist in bed behind you.

“What are you doing?” You asked Alexander. He smiled removing his arm.

“Oh, nothing.” He stated getting out of bed to get ready as you laid there staring at the blank wall. It was the day. You felt it. It was going to happen and no matter what it was going to happen.

-

He set you down on the couch today, he was concerned because you were deathly pale.

“Maybe you should go to the hospital.” Alexander said. You brushed it off. If it was going to happen you want to be in the comfort of your own home.

“I’m just sick, I can take care of it myself.” You stated.

“Are you sure? I could-”

“Can you hand me a piece of paper and a pen please?” You ask him. After getting what you needed you smiled weakly at him.

“Have a good day.” Was all you said to him. He nodded telling you to get better before he left. Tears slid down your face. A sob escaped as you cover your mouth trying to make sure Philip wouldn’t hear but it was too late.

“Mom are you okay?” Philip raced in, he hugged you. You hugged him back as tightly as you can.

“My son.” You whisper. “I love you so so much, just remember that.”

“Mom what’s going on?”

“Sh don’t worry about it now. Good luck on your exam today, okay? Make sure you have everything.”

“I know, I know.” Philip pulled away. He kissed your cheek. “Bye mom get better I love you!” He shouted as he raced out the door. You leaned back into the couch and continued to cry, gripping the pen in your hand.

The crying made you more tired then you already were. But you had to write your letter.

My Dearest Alexander,

-

Alexander came home early that day. With a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand he ran up to the house. Opening the door he noticed how deathly quiet it was.

“Y/N?” He called your name but got no response. Searching the entire first floor he found nothing, so he went upstairs to your shared bedroom. Out of breath he stood in the doorway of your room with a hand over his chest. You laid in bed your back facing him, thinking you were asleep. “Y/N.” Alex said your name calmly. You didn’t stir. A smile quirked on his lips still believing you were asleep. HE went around to your side and stood there in shock at the sight of you.

Your skin was even paler than they were that morning, your cheeks hollow, your eyes sunken. His heart pounded in his chest, a disturbing feeling in his gut. Setting the flowers down he kneeled besides you.

“Y/N?” He whispered, grabbing your hand but quickly removed it because of how cold it felt. “No. No, no.” He said to himself grabbing your wrist, checking for a pulse but found none. “You’re not dead.” Pressing two fingers along your neck still no pulse. Alexander cried out. Scrambling on the bed he pulled you to his chest begging for you to not be dead. His tears were relentless. “Baby I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. This is my fault. I love you, please know that, I love you.”

Alexander blamed your death on himself but he couldn’t do anything.

You were sick, the doctors told you, you had two months to live and for the last month of your life you just wanted to be in the arms of the man you loved, one last time.

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