#tonight I tell the grandparents I'll be moving out

[14buddy22]

Hey! Could you do A Aaron fic where him and the reader get into an argument where Aaron gets mad and says some stuff He doesnt mean but in the end they Make up and it ends with fluff?

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT… IVE BEEN SO BUSY BETWEEN WORK AND COACHING TWO SPORTS 😭😭 I hope you like it!! ❤️

Breakfast with your Hotchner boys were always some of your favorite times that you spent with them. Aaron cooked, Jack helped, your youngest son, Joey, would be strapped to Aaron's chest and laugh with Aaron and Jack, all while you had time to get up and shower and actually be relaxed.

During the week, it was hectic. Especially when Aaron was away on a case, sometimes the only time you got with him was for an hour in passing. He came home to switch out his laundry and you would be just getting ready to leave to start your day.

While he was gone, you had to make sure Jack got off to the bus stop on time, you had to also make sure the diaper bag for Joey was ready to go to your parents' house. On top of the two big things, you had to do the little things, make lunches, dinners, clean, do laundry, put laundry away, bath time with Joey. When Aaron was here, it was nice to have an extra pair of hands.

As you all sat at the table, eating breakfast, you were happy to have him home. It felt nice for your kids to have time with their father, for you to have time with your husband, for everyone to be a family.

When you met Aaron, you knew that his life was being a father to Jack and being an FBI agent. When you started dating, he still told you that. It was why he hadn't committed to a relationship, because all the woman like to leave him. But if he was just a bachelor and did hook ups, there was no emotional attachment.

Until you were that hook up that turned into way more. He asked you out, you dated, he proposed, you married him, you asked him to have a baby, and he performed.

Throughout your relationship, he told you multiple times how stressful his job was, it was one of his biggest insecurities.

As the kids finished breakfast, you started doing dishes, Aaron moving to the couch to go keep an eye on Joey while Jack went to his room to get dressed for the day.

"Hey Aar, I have to run some errands for today, while I'm out, can you put the laundry away and keep an eye on the kids? I'm meeting one of my coworkers for lunch and then going grocery shopping for the week. I'll be gone for a few hours."

"I am on the go, all. the. time. Y/n. What do you not understand? When I'm not at working hunting serial killers or psychopaths, dealing with asshole detectives, or confronting families, I'm being nagged by you to do something. Put the laundry away, keep an eye on Jack and Joey while I go out. When do I get to go out? When can I relax? Huh? Tell me that? I just want a day where I can sit at home and relax. No kids to worry about, no wife."

Usually he never had a problem with this, he always tells you to go out and have fun.

"You want that, to be a bachelor basically?"

"Yeah. I do. Just one day, y/n."

You were more furious at the moment than you were upset. You didn't doubt for a second his job was hard, you knew that. But to say he didn't want his wife and kids around for a day, that's what made you mad.

You walked into the living room, towering over him as he was sitting on the couch. You picked up Joey and said, "You can stay here. I'll take the kids, but, don't expect us to come back tonight."

Aaron just looked at you and you walked away to go back a bag and tell Jack to get his bag ready to spend the night at his grandparent's house.

You were hoping Aaron would come and stop you, tell you that he just had a stressful week, but maybe this is what he wanted. Maybe he wanted the bachelor life again, not the responsibility of two kids, maybe he just wanted to be responsible for one kid.

As you packed your bag along with Joey's things, you walked into Jack's room, asking if he was ready to spend the day with you and visit his grandparents.

Every night, the kids were in a routine of Aaron reading them a bedtime story. Aaron, even if away on a case, always found time to call your sons and read them a story.

It had been an hour of you trying to get Joey to bed and he just wouldn’t budge. Picking up Joey, you went into the bedroom that Jack was going to be sleeping in and saw your dad reading to Jack. Your dad loved to read to you as a kid, so to see him read as a grandfather to your kids made your heart so full and happy.

You went to make your way downstairs to sit on the couch until you heard someone knock on the door.

Swinging the door opened, you were a little shocked to see Aaron standing there but then again, you weren’t. You weren’t one to leave after a comment he may have made before, but when he said that he just wants to be left alone, going through life how we went through before he met you.

But maybe he realized how quick you could be gone, if you really wanted, and if he really wanted that lifestyle. You’d rather have him be happy on his own than him be forced to stay in a loveless marriage.

Joey said, “Dada!”

He reached his arm out towards Aaron and let Aaron take him. You weren’t going to deny him if anytime with his kids. Unless he didn’t want that.

“Let’s get Joey to bed, say goodnight to Jack and we’ll talk? I’m not bringing the kids home now. We can just spend the night here or, I can.”

Aaron cut you off with a kiss and you whispered, “You know what. We’ll talk when we get Joey to sleep.”

Aaron nodded and you and him brought Joey up to the room

Shortly after Aaron checked in with Jack and kissed him goodnight, he began to read Joey a bedtime story. Within 15 minutes, Joey was lights out.

You and Aaron went to sit in the backyard on the swing your dad had just hung up out there.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you today. You didn’t deserve that. You do so much for our family. I know you wanted a break. I should have never wished for the bachelor life again. I don’t want that life anymore. I don’t know what I was thinking. I hated trying to find girls to take home before I met you. They find out you’re a single father to a younger kid and they don’t want that. But you were different.”

“I didn’t want to sleep around. I wanted to settle down. That’s why I thought we worked so well. When you snapped all because I asked you to do something, I was really upset with you. We worked hard to get to where we are in our life. I know your job is hard, I don’t doubt that. But, Aaron, my job is hard too. I had to play mom AND dad when you’re gone, sometimes I just need a break too. I know you do as well, but I just thought you would have wanted to spend time with the kids today.”

“I did. I wanted too, but I just. I had a bad day at work yesterday. I woke up from an email from someone I don’t like working with and I’m just. You know what, it doesn’t matter. I’m sorry. I love you. When you walked out with the kids today, I immediately regretted what I said and for not stepping up to be a better father, a better husband.”

When you leaned into him, you felt all the tension leave his body. You couldn’t be mad at him. He was your best friend, your husband, the father to your children. You loved him through the good and the bad.

It would always be you and him and your little family. No words could ruin that.

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner angst #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner x female reader

[love-islike-abomb]

Crazy little thing called love

Roman reigns x Isabel (OC)

Warnings: Smut!! Errors I may have missed

Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns @mindfulofmani @mandeelemons @niknakbucks92 @queengreenarrowmia89 @windhamsrotunda @weirdgirl16355

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A small town with barely anything to it except a small little mom and pop shop. That was where I called home. The mom and pop shop onxe belonged to my grandparents and my parents kept it going after they passed. Now it's my turn. I keep things going. My dad passed away last year and my mom just hasn't had the energy to take care of it.

Shes been bugging me to hook up with the neighbor down the street like somehow I couldn't leave this tiny town and find someone else! The guy wasn't my type at all! But I stopped thinking about all that the moment the man I was in love with walked in the door.

He towered over everyone in the store! His jet black hair and soft, chocolate brown eyes made my heart skip a beat. I looked up and saw him briefly glancing at me and smiled.

"hey" he smiled and I smiled back as he walked towards me.

"how are you?" I asked.

"better now that I've gotten to see you today!" He winked at me before leaning down towards my ear "meet me by the edge of town when you get off work! I have a surprise for you!"

I smiled up at him "I clock out in about an hour. I'll see you soon"

He put his hand on my hip and pulled me in for a deep kiss before pulling away, making me whine at his lack of touch. He grabbed my hand and looked up at me "see you soon beautiful" he said before kissing the back of my hand.

An hour later I was almost done and about to clock out "what're you in such a hurry for?" My mom asked.

"i have a date, ma!" I smiled.

"anyone I know?" She asked.

"no but maybe soon you will. I like him a lot!" I smiled.

She gave me a hug and a kiss on my forehead "I love you. Stay safe"

"I will. I have my key, don't wait up for me!" I said as I walked out the door to my car. I drove as fast as I could, trying not to run into anything or anyone. When I reached our meeting spot I saw him standing by the hood of his car. I got out and walked over to him and smiled "I told my mom I had a date tonight and that I really liked you" I smiled.

"what'd she say?" He asked.

"she asked if it was anyone she knew and while she does know you I couldn't tell her it was you yet. I want her to see for herself" I said "my dad passing away has been really hard on the both of us and i just want to see her happy"

"you're so beautiful Isabel!" He said reaching for my hand and pulling me to him. I looked between his eyes and his lips before he closed the gap between us, our lips moving in unison. Before I could even think I put my hands on either side of his face, deepening the kiss. Our need for air eventually made us break apart "what if I took you right here against this car?" He growled in my ear.

"I wouldnt stop you" i smirked. He spun me around against the hood of the car, grabbing my neck and bending me over, sliding my panties down in the process before undoing his belt and sliding his pants down. Stroking himself a few times he slid inside me making us both groan out "fuck Isabel! So damn tight!!" He groaned. I pushed against him trying to get friction earning a chuckle from him "so impatient" he said before grabbing my hips and pounding into me. "Fuck baby girl! So wet! So warm! Uhn that pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock!!" He growled. He slide his hand up my back before snaking his fingers into my hair and pulling me up and gripping my throat with one of his massive hands. I smiled a coy smile "dirty girl!! You like this don't you? Huh? You like it when daddy grabs your pretty little throat?" Fuck!!

"yes daddy" I groaned "fuck don't stop it feels so good!!"

"oh yeah! Cum on my cock baby! Milk my cock with that hot little pussy!! Squeeze my cock with it!! Uhn that's it!! Oh yeah!!" He groaned as my eyes rolled back in my head "oh fuck yes!!" I groaned out.

"oh yeah!! That's my good girl!! You're gonna make Daddy cum!! You ready for it?! Say it to me!"

"yes daddy! Fill my pussy with your hot cum!!" I groaned.

"uhh fuck yes! Milk every last drop out of my cock baby!!" He growled as his head fell back and his thrusts became hard and eratic, shooting his hot cum deep inside me. A few last sloppy thrusts and he stilled "fuck baby that was incredible!" He said trying to catch his breath.

"you're incredible!" I said as he slowly pulled out of me, making me whine at the lack of contact. "I think it's time you met my mom" I smiled.

He smiled back "are you sure? We don't have to rush this!"

"I'm sure. I love you!" I smiled putting my hand on his face

He grabbed my hand and kissed it "I love you to baby girl!"

#Spotify #roman reigns #big daddy uce #roman reigns fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #wwe x oc #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns smut #wwe smut #wwe

[psychoticallytrans]

I'm in a mood tonight.

Let me tell you my oldest story, one I've had told to me as long as I can remember. It's a disjointed one, told in fits and starts and anecdotes. It starts shortly after I was born.

The first thing that worried my parents was that when I tried to cry, I didn't make a sound. I turned purple from the effort of it, and couldn't get anything out. People brushed it off, mostly, saying that it was normal for babies to cry themselves purple. My pediatrician humored my parents, and poked around me a bit. Found an enlarged liver, and sent for a scan.

Turns out, my heart wasn't quite fully formed, and one part of the main pipe leading out, the aorta, was still stuck to the intake pipe. Blood was building up in my heart. By the time I'd have surgery, at one month old, it would grow to collapse one of my lungs. That surgery started being arranged the minute the scans came back.

My parents asked what the hospital would have done if they'd refused the surgery. The surgeon replied that they would have taken my parents to court. The surgery was a clear cut case where I would die if it didn't happen, and I had about a good chance to live if it was done. I was one of the lucky babies.

They understood, once they saw the other babies in my ward. Every infant that was there in the cardiac unit when I arrived was there when I was discharged. All my problem needed was splitting the tubes properly and patching them. The other babies, they needed more than one surgery.

I'm the only one of my siblings who was baptized. Neither of my parents are religious people. My Christian grandparents were so terrified that I was going to die before I got to make a choice that they asked my parents to get me baptized just in case. My parents didn't see how it would hurt, so they did.

My parents didn't process how bad things were until the nurse asked for the milk to be pumped for a feeding tube. They didn't want me spending calories on suckling. If I'd been a week later, they said, I wouldn't be alive.

The surgery took hours. The surgeon came out of the room smiling.

I have a seven inch scar on my chest, these days. Runs straight up and down the middle. Easiest way to the heart is to crack open the ribcage, after all. Used it as show and tell in elementary til I got old enough for teachers to tell me off for it. I muse sometimes that it'd make a good song lyric, or line of a poem, that I was born with a broken heart. It works just fine these days, if with a bit more scar tissue than average. That may well make a good line too.

I draw different things from this story, depending on what I need. Sometimes, I need the reminder that there are people in this world, like that surgeon, that will move heaven and earth for one sick baby, even if that baby has no other significance than it's a sick baby and needs help they can give. Sometimes, I need to remember that when there's something wrong, like how I couldn't cry right, deciding that it's normal is a terrible answer. Sometimes, I need the reminder that there's people sicker than me, like the other babies who were all there before and after me, and that just because I got what I needed doesn't make them less sick.

Sometimes, before I got a med that worked for my bipolar, there were long nights where I needed the reminder that if that didn't kill me, hell if I'll let anything else do it- including my own brain.

There is one thing that never leaves me about this story: I couldn't do it alone. There was no way for me to survive without intervention. There was no way for me to get intervention without someone else noticing what was wrong. All I could do was fail to cry. Someone noticed, and someone helped. And that's why I got to see the end of the year, and all the years after.

I suppose that's why I'm telling this story. It's gotten me through hard times. If there's anything you can take from it, feel free. That's what stories are for.

#medical #cardiac

[luminous-letters]

Could i request a rivalry between jack and sebek having the same crush??

why must the fates test me so cruelly 😭 it's quite ironic that i don't have much to add about this, but i'll do my best 😭

the both of them courting...oh my god i can imagine it 😭 (they would be bad at it, two of the most 'tsundere' of the cast) honestly, it would probably look like a pair of snails at a triathlon.

note: sorry so much anon for taking this long to answer, i had connection problems 😭

Jack has a lot of knowledge about courting.

Wolves are a social species, and that trait passed on to their beastmen relatives.

His parents and grandparents are very touchy and sweet with each other.

And pet names come as common as they breathe.

Experience with courting however....is something he lacks.

At first, the idea of someone else liking you ticked him off. But he was slightly relieved that it was Sebek he was facing against.

Sebek may be loud and arrogant and gullible, but he plays fair.

And that, he can respect.

It wasn't until Ace told him to 'grow some balls' that he actually made a move.

9:45 p.m. at Savanaclaw's boneyard, was what he decided was a good time and place.

And it wouldn't affect Sebek's schedule.

How could he forget if he was constantly bombarded with texts and voicemails.

You arrived late, he doesn't mind, you looked like you enjoyed your dinner with Sebek.

But he's sure that what he has in store was worlds better.

Tonight, you're going to run with the wolves, or just wolf.

Through the boneyard, across the savannah ridges, to a hidden waterfall at the edge of the dorm. And then he'll ask, "Can you feel the love tonight?"

Sebek knows just as much about romance as the novels he's read. (unfortunately, only about two had romance in them)

To his dismay, he had to consult his father for advice. Since his mother didn't have the best love advice.

He shuddered at the thought of kidnapping them.

He would've sought help from Octavinelle, if it weren't for Silver's disapproval.

When he learned Jack was his rival he couldn't help but feel...honored.

Jack was one of the few of his peers that he can get along with. Although, his remarks would be a bit blunt.

Jack is his brother in morals and values!

It's no surprise that Lilia was had the best advice. As expected from someone as great as him.

'Keep it simple but worth looking forward to.' was Lilia's exact words.

And what's a better place than the botanical garden! Thank Lilia once again for vacating the venue.

As human as Silver was, he helped with the date greatly, he'd have to thank him later.

6:27 p.m. at the Botanical Garden. He was wearing a white and green suit and tie.

A candlelit dinner was what he planned.

A serving of 'Starry Night Spaghetti', as Lilia calls it. And a slightly off-key serenade from a few of his peers, he didn't understand much of it, but he could make out the words 'bella notte'.

EXTRA

"What are you doing here?" Jack asked, staring at the half-fae that was standing at his doorstep.

"I've come to formally challenge you. To announce a rivalry!" Sebek proudly said, gaining the attention of the other Savanaclaw students.

Jack pulled the freshman inside, quickly closing the door to keep the loudmouth out of his housemates' earshot, "Keep it down, will you?"

"And challenge me? To what?"

"Jack...we are brothers by principle and belief, but...for MC'S heart, we are rivals..." Sebek dramatically replied, clenching his fist to his heart.

Jack looked at him incredulously. "Did you read that new fantasy novel? Is that why you're talking like...this?"

"Yes I did— but that's not the point!"

"You are one of the few who've earned my respect. That is why," Sebek continued his amateur theatrics, "That is why, as much as it pains me, I wish to tell you that I too yearn for MC's love."

"..."

"Well?"

"Can't you just speak normally? I can't understand crack about what you're saying," Jack deadpanned.

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[kitwing-moving]

UMM meow im trying to write more vivtaru. kicks a rock. some day i'll write stuff that isn't pre-relationship but today is nawt the day. anyways have vivtaru midnight hangout not exactly a sleepover

not proofread etc etc i get embarrassed and go (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) even worse than when i wrote it

When he had met Vivian, Wataru was overjoyed at how delightfully genuine her reactions were to anything he did or said. Unable to mask any of what she felt, she always leaned in closer with sparkling eyes, almost as if she wanted to ask for an encore. For more surprises from him, for him to do more to pull such gleeful reactions from her.

From then on it seemed like only a natural progression, childishly excited banter to Wataru craving her presence enough to drop by uninvited one night. He didn't make a peep when he had come in through her window, and yet the girl only reached towards him in a sleepy haze. He didn't know if she was just a light sleeper or had even been asleep at all, but he couldn't stop himself from going into her arms. Vivian fell asleep not long after they had started whispering to eachother in the dark, and Wataru allowed himself to linger a while longer in her grasp.

It was nearly habit now, with Wataru slipping in through Vivian's window in the middle of the night. She started staying up later, or at least as much as she could - and he was always welcomed with the sight of her wide, gleeful smile and sparkling eyes.

Tonight was no different, but Wataru was careful to conceal the gift he had brought for her. Flowers weren't an unusual thing for him to gift to her, although he swiftly moved onto using fake ones when around her. Her allergies didn't agree with the amount of roses he loved to throw around, yet Vivian didn't seem to complain much when Wataru was the source. She still kept the flowers, even housing them in a tiny garden just below her window.

Wataru crouched down, a fond smile on his face as he looked over each rose. Some were doing far better than others, but it was clear that each one was cared for to the fullest.

"Goodnight and sweet dreams." Wataru whispered to the roses, a finger ghosting over the leaves before he stood back up. Despite the lights in Vivian's room being turned off, he could see something was still providing some illumination. He didn't have to wonder about it much, as within one breath he was now inside her room.

"My dear, darling Vivian!" Wataru was mindful to keep his gift hidden away as he showered her with affection, lips pressing against her forehead. The girl let out a noise akin to a choked out hiss, tensing up in surprise yet not pulling away. The light from her laptop flickered and moved on her wall as Vivian pushed it aside on the bed, making more room for Wataru to sit.

"Keep - keep it down." Her words were mumbled out as Wataru cupped her face in his hands, squishing her cheeks together when she attempted to glare at him. It took a moment before she caved and let out a little giggle, nuzzling further into his hands as he sat in front of her.

"I simply cannot contain myself when I see you." Wataru did as she said, his voice much quieter. It would truly be a shame if he got caught by either one of her grandparents.

He watched as Vivian closed her eyes, leaning even further into his hands and Wataru could swear he felt his heart skip a beat at such a cute display. He smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Hmm? Oh my, what is this you have, my dear?" Pretending to pull something out from behind someone's ear was a classic trick, and one that was almost effortless for Wataru. The paper flowers he had were almost impossible to tell from real ones, at least for Vivian until she felt one. She was once again rendered speechless for a brief moment by him, mouth falling open in shock as she ran her fingers along stems and petals.

"... That wasn't behind my ear." The first thing out of her mouth was so flat, and such a contrast between the tone of her voice and her expression made Wataru chuckle.

"Oh? But my little love, how could you not notice?" Again and again Wataru did this, the collection of paper flowers growing in his hands. Yet while he did this, he didn't miss the way her eyes narrowed at his words, almost as if she was trying not to shrivel back. Whether it was from the knowledge of Wataru giving his heart to her or the complicated weight of her own feelings, he wasn't sure.

Will you finally acknowledge such terms of endearment? Will you turn a blind eye to the depth of my feelings once more? Will you let me see your heart as well?

Wataru kept these thoughts to himself, tucking them away in his mind for now. He knew it wasn't wise to be hasty with one so timid regarding matters such as this one, despite how his heart ached for hers.

"You seem to have sprouted your very own garden from your head! I wonder what thoughts you may have cultivated in that bright brain of yours." Wataru couldn't help but laugh along with Vivian's own giggles, letting her shyly take the paper bouquet from his hands. "Oh... Um, well, I dunno about bright, but..." She trailed off, face quickly turning red underneath all of the attention he was giving her.

Vivian seemed to be enamoured with the flowers Wataru had made, her eyes wide with glee as she once more ran her fingers along the stems and leaves, mindful of the petals. "What sorta flowers did I grow, Taru?" She paused, slowly moving them closer to her face and sniffing. "Woah... they even smell like real ones. Do you think I could grow fruit from my head, too?"

Wataru nodded, feeling his eyes crinkle at the edges as his smile grew. "Well, of course, my little love. Don't ever doubt how truly amazing you are." Although he wished he had fruit on hand at a time like this, he did have chocolate - the kind being much to Vivian's taste, seeing how her mouth opened in shock at the sight.

How wonderful... such a small thing still truly amazes her, despite how often I've done it~.

"Ah, so is this how you're growing such a garden?" Wataru let out a giggle as she took the chocolate from his fingers, her blush spreading to her ears as he handfed her. "Such sweet thoughts that bloom into grand ideas... You'll share them with me, won't you?" He leaned in closer, voice even quieter. "I'm curious about how they may taste."

"I..." Vivian scrunched her face up, quickly hiding herself behind the paper bouquet. "Um, you took them all, so! I don't have anymore! Plucked 'em all right out!"

"Ah, shame on me, then." Wataru shook his head playfully. The nervous, giddy lilt of her voice was adorable, and while he wanted to tease her further, he decided to give her mercy. "Perhaps... you'd like to learn about the flowers that bloomed from them, no?"

At Vivian's enthusiastic nod, Wataru slid in closer to her, relaxing in her warmth. He pretended not to notice how her eyelids drooped the longer his voice went on while describing the meaning of each flower alongside it's color, nor did he acknowledge how she snuggled even closer to his side.

Only when he was done listing off each flower did she let herself finally drift off, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Wataru wrapped his arm around her, feeling his own face heat up at just how tightly she clung to him. Even without it being said, Wataru knew she returned his feelings, and he decided he was content with just being in her arms for now.

#🐾.txt #magician's heart #🐾.writing

[enchantedlandcoffee]

drabble prompt: harry texting louis during the premiere and then louis calling him to tell him how it went 🥰

H♡ - Hey babe. Good luck for the premiere! Sorry I couldn't be there tonight! x

H♡ - Saw your outfit on Twitter. I know you already sent me a pic but you look a lot hotter when you're in your element. Gotta say this is my favourite of your premiere outfits. x

H♡ - Say hi to the girls and Liam for me! x

H♡ - Okay, I'll leave you to it now! Good luck and talk to you later x

H♡ - Ooh I also found a cool new book for us to read! And I made sure the London house was stocked with your favourite food tonight!!

H♡ - I'm done now, I swear! Have fun! xx

Louis chuckled as he read through his husband's text messages, the last one having been sent just over 2 hours ago. He clicked the small profile photo to enlarge Harry's contact information, smiling softly at his husband's smiling face. Before he could process his next move, he clicked the call button, immediately swearing as he attempted to end it.

He fumbled with his phone before the ringing tone stopped, a sleepy voice calling out "Lou?". Louis winced slightly and placed the phone to his ear.

"Hey love. I'm sorry if I woke you up." He apologised, remembering that it was really late for Harry.

"It's fine, Lou." Harry mumbled, sounding mid-yawn. "How'd the premiere go?"

"It was fookin' brilliant, Haz." Louis commented, shifting in his seat to get comfortable. "Just- being in the Q&A and seeing my sisters, my grandparents, Liam, it was just- amazing!"

"It sounds it." Harry sighed wistfully, "I wish I could have been there."

"You're busy with your tour, love. Plus, you've already seen the film hundreds of times."

"I know. Just wanted to be able to support you." Harry mumbled again, his tone breaking Louis' heart slightly.

"Haz, you are the most supportive husband I could have. Who else would fly to another country because I broke my arm being stupid again? Or encourage me to go through with this documentary? You are bloody amazing, Harry Tomlinson."

#hope you like it!! #louis tomlinson #harry styles #larry stylinson drabbles #one direction #larry fanfic #larry stylinson #my fic

[selene-tempest]

I'm alone in the flat tonight, but I don't feel lonely. It's a rainy, windy, cold night in Camden, but I don't feel cold. I'm warm and safe inside and I love it. It's something I often find myself missing when I'm on the island, we never get a truly cold, rotten night like this.

I quite like the cold months, they're not my favourite, but there's always something positive to love about them. Winter for me has always been a time of reflection, of semi-hibernation where I take some time out to focus on self care. It's a time of indulgent activities that I rarely have time for back home.

It's funny how I've come to count the island as home more than this place. But I guess it's true, home is where the heart is, and my heart is with them.

But that doesn't stop me enjoying my time away and making the most of it. This little flat has always been my sanctuary since the moment I moved in. At first it was my refuge from the nastiness of my past and a place where I could truly be myself without anyone judging or telling me I was wrong. Then it became the place where I fell in love, where I spent quiet nights talking to the love of my life, drinking in everything he wished to share with me, getting to know the amazing man that he is away from International Rescue and his duties. Just him, just John, with no siblings to compete with for attention, and just me, with no fear because this was my place and I was safe here. Then it turned from my refuge to ours. Our place to snatch some quiet time without brothers popping up at random times, where we could be ourselves by ourselves.

Yes, right now I'm alone but I'm not lonely.

Tonight I'm curled up on the couch, under a blanket my nan made years ago, wearing a hoodie I stole from Jeff a few days ago. It's well worn, but that just makes it softer and more special. It's warm and cozy and it smells like Jeff and the inhumanly strong aftershave he wears and it still feels like a dad hug. I'm wearing one of John's T-shirts and a pair of Gordon's sweats and I'm comforted by the knowledge that I'm surrounded by my family even when I'm not there.

I'm alone but I'm not lonely.

When I moved in one of the first things that caught my eye was the antique wood burning stove set back in the old fireplace. It hadn't been used in years but my dad paid to have it serviced and the chimney swept so I could use it. It's lit now, crackling merrily, the colours of the flames dancing on the walls just as the flames of my candles are. I've got no other lights on, I don't need them.

I've got a flask of hot chocolate so I don't have to move, I've got a book on my lap, soft music on the stereo and a big bar of chocolate. This is my spot for the rest of the night. I've nowhere to be and nothing to do but please myself and that's a good thing. Once upon a time I might have felt useless, like I should be doing something for someone but now I'm content to know that I do enough, I am enough.

I'm alone but I'm not lonely because I know I could go home if I wanted to.

But I like it here. The rain is battering the windows, the wind is howling around the building, the trees are swaying outside and I think I just heard one of my neighbours bins take off down the road. Yet, being Camden, there are still people outside, shrieking as the rain soaks them to the skin, running as they try to get away, yelling for taxis that haven't turned up yet and calling goodbye to their friends.

I'm alone, but I'm not lonely.

There's a quiet peace in the noise of the British weather outside. The rain is comforting, its pitter patter on the glass reminds me of nights I spent at my grandparents house where I'd lay in bed with Nan and she would read to me until I fell asleep. John does that sometimes, he'll start reading something that he found interesting in his book because he wants to share it with me and, even though I understand maybe ten percent of it, I'll listen and I'll relax just as I did then.

I'm alone but I'm not lonely. I'm lucky. I've had bad times in my life but they are outweighed by the good. There were times when I was so terribly lonely when I wasn't alone because I wasn't with the right people. It was only the thought that those right people had been there and still were there that got me through.

I don't have to worry about that now. I know that I could reach for my phone and talk to someone that wants to talk to me, someone that wants to be there for me.

Others might think this is a rotten night and wish they were on a tropical island somewhere where the sun is shining and the palm trees are swaying. And I can understand that, I used to be like that, but tonight I don't.

There is a peacefulness in solitude if you care to find it. I'm physically alone through choice and I'm not lonely because I know that I'll never truly be alone again.

#john tracy #gordon tracy #jeff tracy #selene tempest #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds fandom #thunderbirds fanfiction #witchy #healthy relationships

[rosalinewintrell]

The Letter

You guys! It's Wednesday! I forgot what day it was! This isn't my favorite chapter, and I know it reflects in my writing, but I just couldn't figure out a way to cut it and make the next little arc make sense. There is a possibility I'll revise it in the future.

I hope you enjoy!

A few weeks later, Garreth and Rosaline were in potions together, though they sat at separate stations now. Things had remained comfortable between them, even if some of Garreth’s longing looks were more than simply friendly. He seemed to be keeping his word, about taking a step back, for now.

It saddened Rosaline a little. She had truly enjoyed Garreth’s company and his easy manner, but it seemed like this distance was something he wanted, or needed, in order to prove something to himself, and far be it from Rosaline to try and stand in his way. They were still friends, of course, it was hard to stop being Garreth’s friend once you began after all, but she couldn’t say she didn’t miss the closeness they had shared for a little while.

And now, to make things even more complicated, she had received a letter from her grandfather regarding Garreth’s concerns over the stock at J. Pippins Potions it read:

Dear Rosaline,

Thank you for alerting me to the questionable quality of the School’s closest potions shop—J. Pippins you said? I recall the name, but I remember it being such a well-run shop I never thought to inspect it before deciding to move you to Hogwarts.

I sent a proxy to look over the place last week and they indeed reported that the quality and quantity of the shop’s inventory was quite lacking. It is of great importance that we remedy this as quickly—and cordially—as possible. That being said, I am planning on moving the Family to the Ainsworth Estate for the Christmas Holidays so we might all go and see about this issue ourselves.

Before we do so, however, I would like to meet the young man who alerted you to the issue. I believe you said his name was Garreth Weasley? They are a good family; I am not surprised one of their ilk discovered what was going on.

Please prepare your friend to meet with your grandmother and I over Christmas break, along with one of his parents. It wouldn’t do to interview the boy without some support after all. I will send another owl once I have more details regarding our travel.

With Love,

GrandPapa

The letter had arrived two days prior, another containing her Grandparents’ travel had just arrived that morning and now Rosaline had no reason to put off telling Garreth. She wasn’t worried about his reaction, but she also didn’t want to interrupt his own plans for the Christmas break. She agonized over what she would say to him the entire class, her eyes glancing towards him as he concentrated on his own notes. She was lucky they were taking theory notes today. She might’ve blown something up otherwise.

She was able to catch him before he left the room, stopping him with a quick tap to his shoulder. “Garreth, could I have a moment?”

“Of course, Rosaline,” the Gryffindor said brightly, “Anything for you. Walk with me?”

She explained things as best she could as they walked, trying to stay quiet as they walked through the halls. She wasn’t discussing anything remotely secretive, but she still didn’t want people to know about her business. She was a private person by nature, and that was only compounded by her family’s political fame. “They’d like to speak with you and one of your parents around Christmas, if they could. If it won’t interrupt your holiday, of course.”

Garreth shook his head with his normal nonchalance despite the news, simply shrugging and looking down at her with a smile. “I’ll send a letter to my parents tonight, but it shouldn’t be an issue. I stay here Christmas usually anyway.”

“And…your parents won’t mind travelling?” Rosaline inquired. She really was concerned about upsetting Garreth or his family.

“Nah, especially if only one needs to make the trip. My Pops will probably come so Ma can stay with Emmeline—my sister.”

“You…really aren’t upset by this? At all?” She asked.

Garreth shook his head and shrugged. “What’s there to be upset about? If anything, I am absolutely ecstatic! I mean, your grandfather is a legendary Potioneer. I’m lucky to breath the same air as him, let alone speak to him personally.”

Rosaline chuckled and shook her head. She knew that Garreth looked up to grandfather, it wasn’t a surprise given the boy’s own passion towards the subject, and, in a way, that made the boy’s idolization of her grandfather less irritating. Most people admired him for his political status, Garreth admired him for his skill and ability. It certainly made their conversations about him more interesting.

“I hope he lives up to the legend.”

Garreth scoffed and stopped in front of the entrance to his next class. “If he’s anything like you, I know he will.”

And here they were again, in one of those moments where Garreth gazed down at her, such longing and affection shining in his eyes, smile wide and soft as he regarded her.

“Well,” Rosaline said, glancing over Garreth’s shoulder to see the room behind him filling with more students. “I suppose this is where I leave you.” She smiled softly.

“Oh, right,” Garreth said, shoulders drooping just a little. “I’ll catch you later, Rosaline!” He recovered quickly and his smile brightened as he turned with a wave.

“Bye,” Rosaline whispered, hand raised in farewell.

#garreth weasley #hogwarts au #hogwarts legacy #garreth weasley x mc #garreth x mc #garreth x you #garreth x reader

[sauntering-down]

twenty years ago, i wrote a Star Wars fic.

two years ago, i opened the document for the first time since junior high and liveblogged the reread for Mary.

tonight... you get to experience the experience. savor it. firefox crashed twice while i was compiling this post, so cursed is the tale...

someday, Mary, i will tell you about the cringiest thing i've ever written. it's completely ripped off of a Boba Fett novel released right after AotC, there are song lyrics repurposed as a poem, iirc there's a literal Plot Device that gets completely forgotten about until i realized i was at the end of the story… anyway, i just have to read it myself first, because i literally haven't opened that document in fifteen years. it's that bad. i printed it out and brought it to my grandparents' cabin upstate and made everyone in my family read it. i physically cannot let you read the entire thing, but when i finally get up the courage, i'll liveblog it for you

it's so bad, Mary. it's so bad. the ship in the story is literally the Slave I with (i think???) a different name. i distinctly remember looking up the actual type of ship in one of my brother's many Star Wars guides

it's FANTASTIC and just the vague memory is so awful i seriously haven't touched it since i was like, 13

i don't remember very much of the plot except the kid trying to get his ship back, because i'm pretty sure that's what happened in the Boba Fett novel lmao

there's supposed to be something about a mysterious crystal, but after like one chapter i forgot about it until remembering at the very end and just having this kid find it in a ship. like… imagine opening your glove compartment one afternoon and finding the fucking Hope Diamond in there. that's pretty much what happens

the last true island of cringe on my hard drive must be conquered

should've bought myself a neck brace in case i cringe so hard my head retracts into my torso

me: alright before i even open the document, i should tell you it's called 'Cast My Soul to the Sea'. IF i recall correctly, it's a bastardized lyric from a Loreena McKennitt song Mary: This is going to be AMAZING

i'm not sure i ever heard this song. i took the title and the """"poem"""" in the story from the titles of a totally different Star Wars story i found online. i didn't read it, btw, i just liked the title

okay. gonna open the document. if i never reply again it's because god smote me

thank god it's not written in Comic Sans

okay. okay. up until this instant i didn't remember the protagonist's name but thought it started with a J… turns out his name is Zachary McCoy. a very Star Wars name there.

anywho, it starts off with a line from this """""""""poem"""""""", and Zach's sister Evelyn asking if that's all he's written. he claims "seventh form" is difficult, whatever that is.

their father is apparently coming home soon. he is, OF COURSE, a bounty hunter.

we timeskip to Tuesday when Dad gets home… okay, this family consists of Zachary, his two little sisters Evelyn and Clarissa, mom Rachel, and dad… Breon. BREON. i mean, at least i was TRYING to make something a little more Star Warsy, but it stands out badly compared to the much more normal names. i should've gone big or gone home. why not Zaqureehy???

…i just realized this entire story is SEVEN PAGES LONG. what the actual fuck, 13-year-old Alex???? you useless asshole.

moving on… Zach notices his father seems sad, but doesn't worry about it much

Zach overhears his parents talking quietly and conveniently catches a few super relevant words! we get our first mention of the 'Caman's Crystal'

so Breon needs a hand because he has to track a bounty on Yavin 4, but he also has to get help from "the couriers on Dell", whatever that means. apparently he needs to do these things at the same time… so he asks his kid. how old is this kid? fuck if i know.

and there ends chapter one. it was about 400 words. i'm deeply ashamed of myself

me: chapter two… Zach sees a cool ship, goes "oh neat, whose is that?" and apparently it's HIS now. this kid is like, twelve. Mary: I mean…expensive flex, Breon, but okay

he notes it's almost like the Slave I, although HOW he knows that i have no fucking idea, except it's smaller. i'm calling it the Slave II now.

it's actually called the Starlight 7, but.. nah

Zach finds it a little strange at first but ofc he's an INSTANT EXPERT at piloting and gets the hang of it instantly

Breon apparently just vanished into the ether, because Zach's in hyperspace now. he reads a book to pass the time… which apparently has detailed descriptions of both Yavin 4 AND Kamino. can you tell i was not very familiar with anything Star Wars besides the movies?

oh wait, apparently Breon's still there? okay then

Zach tells himself not to worry because his father's flying and Breon is, of course, Jango Fett with the serial number filed off there's a clone joke there

…what follows is a total rip-off of the AotC scene where Obi-Wan chases Jango and Boba through the asteroids near Geonosis, complete with some rando Jedi following Breon and Zach. except they escape by shooting a wall with a torpedo and then hiding so it looks like they crashed into the wall Rando Jedi is clearly dumb as shit, because he falls for it. why is he there? idfk

i hate myself for making my parents read this. they must've been so disappointed. i bet that was the exact moment they realized why i was kicked out of honors classes after 7th grade.

chapter three! within the space of 57 words, they land on Yavin 4, spend the night in a hotel (do they even HAVE those on Y4????), Breon tells his son where to go, and then Zach takes off on his own.

i WANT to say Breon randomly gets killed at some point off-screen, but i honestly don't remember. too bad i can't keep it that way submitting to the mortifying ordeal of knowing myself here

mmkay so he heads to Dell, which has 11 moons and apparently extremely strong gravity that pulls the ship in, though there's no actual mention of the effects this would have on a human hanging out there or anything. Zach can't find a landing pad and instead lands the ship in a small field near a city.

Zach says 'people' and means 'humans'. kid's fucking xenophobic.

i'm now really glad this is short because it's excruciating.

he inexplicably gets stopped by two bounty hunters who are looking for a kid around his age LOL he namedrops his dad to scare them off

Zach then wanders around like "okay Breon McCoy is well known and i'm his son, so nobody can use me as bounty, unless i AM a bounty" and my brain just short-circuited a little

me: chapter four! he has no idea where these 'couriers' who are supposed to be awaiting him are, or even WHO they are Mary: nice going, Breon, you didn't give your kid any information me: Breon didn't do a great job prepping him for this, but that's what 57 words gets you, i guess

so he goes back to the Slave II and OH NOES IT'S GONE!!!!!!

a Dellian girl named Amandia is hanging around. that seems suspicious as fuck, but she tells Zach that a guy named Buz might've taken the ship and it's probably on Dell 2.

me: what the FUCK is going on in this paragraph Mary: I'M SO CONFUSED??????? me: who's Perrier???

like. okay. so i guess Breon told Zach to find the couriers so they could help him find the crystal… and maybe Perrier is the bounty he's trying to find…?

usually i can puzzle out my own writing, but this one is… really something

fuck it, moving on. 'couriers' are Dellians light enough to… fly from the surface of Dell to the moons without a ship?? this makes NO sense but i'm pretty sure it was ripped off that Boba Fett novel, so i'm sure there was a better explanation somewhere

at this point i'm just going to assume Breon's trying to bump off his son for insurance money or something and he's in cahoots with these guys. Amandia helped steal the ship, obviously.

okay, chapter five! Zach and Amandia are on a cliff, waiting for the gravity to shift. the explanation has something to do with the moons. idk.

so they step off the cliff and fall a bit and then just… start gliding through space, rising and falling with the gravity changes. again, 100% stolen from that novel. they eventually land on the moon (no idea how they breathed this entire time), but lol it's the wrong moon

yeah, Amandia's suspicious as fuck.

they do, however, make it to the correct moon. apparently "daylight never comes" there, so i'm going to assume it's tidally locked and they're just on the dark side. this inexplicably gives Zach an idea for his """"""""""""""""""""""""poem"""""""""""""""""""""

they walk for a while until they see another Dellian about Amandia's age, whatever that is. his name is… Noah. they need to use his speeder to get across the moon because Buz has his ship. how do you know that, Amandia… Zach isn't NEARLY suspicious enough for this line of work. she's so obviously working with this Buz dude, kiddo.

chapter six!

Zach. honey. she flies around on weird gravity tides. this girl doesn't give a FUCK about a super-fast speeder; she's trying to get you killed or sold into slavery or something.

so they take off in Noah's speeder, which is extremely fast. Zach's cool with this because he likes upgrading his own speeders, asks if this thing goes any faster, which ofc it does.

oh hey! we finally find out Zach lives on Naboo.

Noah's been to Kamino, apparently. i don't know how i missed the very clear fact that it's an extremely isolated planet and gets very very very few visitors

they see the Slave II! but suddenly it takes off and heads for another moon!!!!! SUSPENSO.

literally two pages left. i can't believe i packed so much into seven pages and yet there's absolutely no detail, action, exposition, character development, or even much in the way of PLOT here.

side note, i just remembered a part in my dream where R2-D2 had kidnapped a person and kept them buried in a shallow grave… but they were still alive and i saw him dig them up. their entire head had been skinned and they were like, weakly crying out for help. it was extremely creepy and fucked up. then C-3PO showed up and R2 quickly buried them again before 3PO noticed. so i guess i subconsciously think R2-D2 is some kind of sadistic serial killer or something? idk, man. let's go back to the story.

so Noah decides they can follow the Slave II in his own father's ship, hilariously called the 'Superfly'. he says he's eleven years old, too… so Amandia's just a kid also? maybe Buz is her dad and he's getting her started in the crime business early. wait wait no! i was wrong! it's ZACH who's eleven. Noah is thirteen and he's annoyed he can't have his own ship

they're so busy chatting they don't notice a "small fighter" approaching until it fires at them

and then there are like… five fighters? who fight each other? and one of them is Noah's brother… idk

anyway, they manage to land on Dell 8 after that, though the ship is slightly damaged from the hit they took

Mary: Is this entire 7 page story literally just jumping from moon to moon? me: PRETTY MUCH

they see Zach's ship but can't follow in their own, so Noah grabs a conveniently located speeder and they're off again!

chapter eight… they switch so Zach can drive… they catch up to the Slave II and Buz, whoever he is, gets out… they run past him onto the ship and he takes the speeder and leaves. that's. um. anticlimactic doesn't seem to cover it.

they hear something rattling around in the ship, but WHATEVER, Zach stops on the other moon and Noah leaves and then… well… you need to witness this for yourself.

i wasn't joking about the glove compartment thing. it's like the only thing from this story i really remembered lmfao also check OUT that amazing writing there.

Mary: Space glove compartments are definitely a thing, they have a whole thing with them in the Jedi Prince books, so you're just in a long line of wonderful ship glove compartment writers Mary: that being said, WHY WOULD HE PUT THE SUPER RARE AND VALUABLE CRYSTAL IN A GLOVE COMPARTMENT

chapter nine, Zach goes to a "government building" on Yavin 4 and hands over the crystal to some random official, who asks what he's doing here

look, i don't even know what this crystal is, what it does, why it's so valuable and everyone wants it… i just don't know.

me: Zach says he's looking for his father Mary: And here's where we find out…that his father is DEAD (I assume)

and then… AND THEN…

THE END. except for the """"""""""""""""""""""poem"""""""""""""""""" which is like five lines, doesn't rhyme, makes no sense, and hopefully got an F.

Mary: BRILLIANT ENDING, 5 STARS

what was the crystal for? why did Buz steal Zach's ship, and why did he give it up so easily? does Zach ever go home? does the rest of his family even know Breon died? BEATS ME MAN

it's amazing. it's so bad. half the cringe comes from the inescapable knowledge that i made my family members read this. thank god i don't remember how they reacted

i bet Breon faked his death maybe he gave Zach the ship in hopes his secret lover Buz would bump him off in the process of stealing it. then they'd take the crystal, pawn it, and go off to start a new life together. Buz's daughter Amandia helps out and comes to live with them. Noah never gets his own ship. the end.

#a true masterpiece #i will never be over that ending lmfao #writing

[your-girl-mj]

Reflection [camilo x gn!reader]

Summary: just another day of camilo pranking his dear old friend

Warning: short story

Silence spread around your room, all that was heard is the clock ticking, birds chirping, and camilo's repeated sighing every few minutes.

For the past few hours you were finishing your homework that was assigned to you during your school vacation. Since your grandparents' house is in a village called encanto, you get to stay there every summer, or any type of vacation.

Camilo madrigal, who became your friend since you were 4, is here with you on the present day playing with your eraser on the side of the table, sighing once again for the nth time today.

"Fine, what do you want?" Finally getting enough of it, the boy's face light up.

"Can we go outside? i wanna play pranks with the kids." He whined

"So you can blame me?"

"...yea. sometimes i hate that you know me very well"

A knock has heard at your door, making you as well as camilo looked at it. Your Abuelo standing at the door, "Camilo! There you are, i knew you were here. Your Abuela is looking for you, they need a helping hand for Antonio's gift ceremony tonight."

"I'll be on my way!" Smiling politely at the elder, he stood up, taking his leave not before offering you - your guys handshake. "See you tonight!"

"Yea, yea, take care! Also tell mirabel, i said hi!"

"Will do!"

~~

Carrying two wine bottles that your grandparents made for the madrigals is a nightmare, both heavy, your hands is slipping every now and then but you still manage.

Seeing your friend greeting everyone is a fun sight, not gonna lie. The madrigal transformed to look like your abuela hugging and greeting her as well as her husband. He turned to you, "Hey [last name]! You made it!"

"Of course, i wouldn't miss it for the world" Antonio's been your favorite, ever since he was a baby, he was the sweetest. "Oh yea, would you mind...?" Emphasizing the other bottle of the wine, asking for his help.

"Of course, I'll lead you to the kitchen." He took the wine, rushing inside after waving at the people still entering his home. He's technically speed walking, and you know he's doing it on purpose.

"Slow down, you got a date or something?" You teased, but he ignored you, and kept walking.

You tried to pass those people around you whose also preparing for the ceremony. Turning back to your friend, asking him to slow down one more time, realizing that he was no where to found.

"Erm, Camilo? Where are you? You idiot, i told you to slow down." You called walking around the casa madrigal, calling for your friend while asking for a few people if they've seen him including his family.

Walking around you walk pass a mirror, one that you never seen before. This one is large, it can see your full body. You turned around trying to see if people are looking at you before fixing your appearance, moving your hair out of your face, checking your teeth, fixing your clothes while still holding the wine.

You twirl a little, to see if your clothing on the back also look presentable. You check on your face one more time before- "wait... why is there no people behind the mirror..."

"RAAA!" your 'reflection' suddenly morfed into camilo's face, jumping at you.

"AAHH!" You fall back, but casita helped you get back on your feet with a little help from the boy whose holding you arm when he saw you fall back.

You two paused out of shock before he starts to bursting out laughter. "I can't believe you fell for that," wheezing, still clenching on the bottle. "Now I know why you always took so long to get ready!" At this point he's technically losing his breath.

"I could've dropped the bottle! Stop laughing and breathe!"

#camilo madrigal #camilo x reader #encanto

[smartycvnt]

The Importance of a Good First Impression

pairing: Jackie Sharp x Reader

summary: Jackie stresses herself out over Christmas trying to find the perfect gift for your son.

Presents weren't the most important part of Christmas and Jackie knew that. She also knew that first impressions were incredibly important. Ben already knew her pretty well, but this was the very first Christmas that all of you would be spending together. Even if it wasn't, Jackie honestly thought that your son deserved everything in the world. That was why she was on the brink of driving herself crazy trying to find the absolute perfect gift for your son.

You had to admit that he was at the age where his interests changed almost constantly. At the very least, they were broad enough that you couldn't always tell what his main focus at the moment was. Maybe if Jackie was living with you, it would have been easier than the couple nights a week that she spent at your place. She'd have been there for more. Jackie wanted that, she really did, but she was also afraid of asking for it. You didn't know why, but Jackie was obviously still trying to prove that she deserved to be in your life. You loved her and you didn't want her to go anywhere, which was why you let her into Ben's life in the first place.

"Jackie, we're watching Home Alone!" Ben shouted excitedly as he scrambled to greet your girlfriend. Jackie just barely managed to set his present aside before he launched himself into her arms. You were impressed with how easily she caught and picked him up. He was getting to be tall, which made that a bit difficult for you. "Mom says you're spending the night tonight and that you'll be here for Christmas dinner too."

"I will be," Jackie confirmed. Ben started excitedly telling you all about his grandparents, uncles, and his cousins that would be coming over tomorrow night. You took the present she brought for Ben and placed it under the tree for her.

"Ben, let her sit down," you told your son as you settled back on the couch. Ben hopped down from her arms and sat down on the couch. He left Jackie the spot next to you, which both of you appreciated. Jackie hadn't been around as much the past couple of weeks, and you had missed her. Part of it had been work, but the other part had been her trying to find Ben's present.

"When it snows again will you take me sledding?" Ben asked Jackie. The movie was about halfway over now, and he was barely awake. Jackie paused in stroking his hair for a moment, just long enough for him to look up. "You were gone when it snowed last time. Mom and I went, but it wasn't the same. She doesn't like snowball fights."

"I'd love to go sledding with you. I'll make sure to clear my schedule just for us," Jackie promised. Ben beamed at that. Another 15 minutes of the movie and Ben was fast asleep. Jackie took him up to his room for you while you turned off the television and cleaned up the snacks that had been dragged out for the movie night. Whenever you got upstairs, Jackie was laying on your bed in just a pair of flannel pants and a tank top.

"It's a lot, your first Christmas with a kid," you noted. Jackie sat up on her elbows as she watched you move around the room. "Ben's happy that you're here. I swear that he'd rather spend time with you than me sometimes."

"You're his mom, he loves you. Just you wait, once he's a teenager he'll start hating me because we're together," Jackie joked. You rolled your eyes at that but knew that it could be true. Hopefully by then you'd be married so Ben would see her as a stepmom and not just his mom's girlfriend. "God, it's so nice to just get to relax a little. Christmas shopping sucks, I don't know how you do it."

"It's a learned skill," you said as you started massaging Jackie's shoulders. She let out a low moan and fell back against your body. "You're tense. This has really been getting to you, hasn't it?"

"It has. Between Ben's present and your family being over for dinner. A lot of first impressions." Jackie's admission of nerves made you frown. Ben already loved her, and you knew that your family would be over the moon about her. The two of you were perfect for each other and it'd been too long since anybody other than Ben made you as happy as Jackie did.

"They'll love you," you reassured her. You comforted Jackie until she was ready to go to sleep. Unsurprisingly in the morning, Ben was in your room bright and early. Jackie helped you with breakfast, the three of you ate, and then Ben ushered everybody into the living room for presents. He excitedly tore through his presents before he got to the one from Jackie. You could tell that he loved it, and Jackie was relieved to see that. However, it was what happened whenever you went into the kitchen to answer your mom's first phone call of the day that really made you happy.

"So, did you get everything that you wanted for Christmas?" Jackie asked Ben.

"Almost," Ben answered honestly. Jackie moved to sit next to him on the floor, curious as to what was missed. If she could, she'd find a way to get it to him.

"Don't leave me in suspense, what was missing?" Jackie asked as she nudged him lightly. Ben got kind of shy and quiet, which you didn't notice happen very often.

"I wanted you to live with us, so that me and my mom can see you every day," Ben told her. Jackie sat there silently, at a complete loss for words. "That way, even when you go to California, you can come back here when it's over. My mom really misses you when you leave, I think she's in love with you."

"I'm in love with her too," Jackie told him. "But me moving in isn't really up to me. It's a big step and your mom and I would have to talk about it a lot first."

"Like when you met me?" Ben asked and Jackie nodded. "I bet she'd like you to live with us. Just ask her."

"I, uh, I will."

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[jumukus]

A3! Event: Dance with Butterfly Episode 6 Translation

Homare: I'm back.

Takao: Welcome back. Are you by yourself?

Homare: Yes, there's something I need to think about. I'll practice by myself today.

Takao: Understood.

Homare: Play the music I've given you, and then…

Film my practice. I need to check it.

Takao: Understood.

Homare: …

(It's the same song as the one we use for the play… Except I'll be dancing as Homare Arisugawa, and not Arikawa.)

(I believe I can face myself through dancing. I believe I can find something.)

…

(Let's not think about other things and focus on the rhythm now.)

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Homare: Phew…

*clapping sounds*

Homare: (Someone is clapping…?)

Azuma: Wonderful. Out of all your performances I've seen, this one is my favorite.

Homare: ...It's also my favorite.

Azuma: You look better now.

Director told me you're here, so I was thinking of inviting you for a drink.

Tell me when you're done with practice. I'll be waiting here.

Homare: Oh, my, you don't have to come all the way here just for… Never mind that. I'm going to break some sweat, then.

Azuma: Oh, yeah. Should I film you while I'm here?

Takao: It's all right. Just leave it to me.

Guy: Welcome.

Hisoka: ...Welcome.

Azuma: Good evening.

Homare: Can I have bee… Actually, I'll have Lemon Sour tonight. I need to maintain my body.

Azuma: Tasuku also drinks beer, though.

Homare: In order to win against Tasuku-kun's strictness on himself, this is a necessary thing to do.

Hisoka: ...What kind of competition is that?

Azuma: Do as you like, then. I'll have Lemon Sour as well.

Hisoka: ...Same here.

Guy: Lemon Sour for all of you, I see.

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Azuma: Cheers.

Homare: Cheers. Phew. I can feel the alcohol flowing through my body.

Azuma: Your dance performance today was truly wonderful. How should I put it, it just felt so you.

I couldn't feel that unique charm of yours during rehearsal.

Homare: It didn't feel like myself, huh… I suppose you're right.

Guy: So you're aware of it. Did something happen?

Hisoka: ...The pocket watch.

Azuma: Huh?

Hisoka: ...He's been looking at the pocket watch a lot these days.

Even though you said you still keep that watch after it stopped moving, you barely took a look at it. But now, you've been looking at it again.

Homare: To think you actually care about me that much…

Hisoka: ...There's no way I wouldn't notice if you look at it every ten seconds.

Guy: So you've been looking at it that often?

Homare: I didn't realize it.

I've always wanted to repay him.

Tasuku-kun was the one who fixed my watch during our butler play, and he continued to repair it every time it moved strangely.

I used to think that this piece of junk was like me. But before I know it, it's become an important treasure that I share with this company.

I would not think this way if it's not because of my grandparents, of course, Hisoka-kun, who picked up this thing, and Tasuku-kun, who kept repairing it so patiently.

I believe the best way to repay his kindness is with my performance on stage, and not with any kind of things.

That's why I wanted to give my best to respond to his passion for theater.

But as you've already known, it's not going well.

Even Director-san told me that I can't take the stage with him on an equal footing if I kill my acting.

So I decided to face myself and think about my individuality.

Guy: Did you find something after that?

Homare: No. I don't understand anything, but I had fun.

There will always be obstacles in life, but that is what makes life fun.

Guy: This is just me, but aren't you trying too hard by yourself?

Do you remember what we talked about when the four of us were rehearsing for "Die by the Sword"?

You were the one who told me that we're not alone on the stage.

Azuma: We're people bound by common destiny. Remember?

Hisoka: Director told you to stay the way you are, didn't she?

I'd say the same thing if I were her.

Homare: ...Yes. You all are right.

Azuma: Oh, right. Do you want to watch Homare's dance practice today?

Homare: This is a chance to use the projector.

Hisoka: ...It's not something we have to watch with a projector, though.

Homare: What do you mean by that?!

It's now the time to watch my beautiful sel--hm? My camera is gone!

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[jazzmynerule]

Yup that's right

a/u: this is a Tatum x fem! reader if you don't like that kindly get off my page<3

prompt: Tatum and y/n have been dating for a while and they finally decided to tell the group, they didn't believe at first but after Tatum and y/n probed it... they definitely didn't think twice about it

warnings: light smut (touching, making out, and grinding) and swearing

Tatum and I have been together for around 7 months now and we've done a pretty great job at keeping it a secret, Tatum asked me to be her girlfriend when we both got high on a playground I obviously said yes because I was crushing hard on her, I mean who wouldn't look at her shes gorgeous. Tonight we decided we will gather the gang at my house seeing as my parents and siblings are spending the night at my grandparents and we will tell them about our secret relationship

"Y/n love, they are here" she smiled looking at me tense up "hey if they don't like it then they can fuck themselves, okay?" she opened the door "okay" I sighed watching my friends walk in through the door and crowd around me carrying on with whatever conversation they were talking about when they made their way over

"alright people me and y/n have something to say to you lot" Tatum grabbed my hand and brought me up the front to overlook all of my sitting friends "and if you have a problem kindly leave her house" Tatum eyed Stu down knowing he will say something stupid "why are you looking at me?" Stu asked sounding offended "because she knows you're going to say something dumb" Billy smacks his head shutting him up, my heart is pounding against my chest and I feel slightly faint "okay well y/n and I have been in a relationship for around 7 months now and we thought it's about time we tell you" I watched as everybody's faces went from curious to shocked in a matter of seconds "please if one of you say something stupid I'll probably break down" I laughed dryly trying my best to calm down, Tatum saw my uneasiness and grabbed my hand "are you kidding?" Randy spoke up "nope" Tatum smirked "You two are together?" Stu asked sitting back with a wide grin "yup that's right" she looked at me as she winked "prove it" Stu egged on as a slightly teasing smile grew on my face releasing every nerve that was tensed, I looked over at Tatum and faced her she grabbed my cheek and moved close enough in front of me so that our faces were around 1-2 inches apart "you okay with this babe?" she asked locking eye contact with me "always" I smirked, her left hand slid around my waist and rested on my lower back as her lips connected with mine in a soft and gentle kiss we heard the cheers of everybody including Sidney as me and Tatum gave into all of them and decided to put on a little show

she broke away from the kiss and dragged me towards the armchair and sat down patting her thighs indicating me to sit on them I obeyed and straddled her lap "ready to give them the show they want?" she smirked up at me "ready as ill ever be" I connected our lips in a passionate kiss and started to grind on her thigh earning a groan from her "damn y/n/n" I heard Stu laugh and that made me increase my speed and preasure on Tatums thigh 'shit this is making kinda..." i heard randy say and i tried my best not to laugh, Tatum grabbed my ass and smacked it as i was about to break the kiss "who said you get to decide when we stop?" she growled "i'm sorry" i breathed out "y'all belive us now?" Tatum giggled "Yeah a bit too much" I laughed as I saw Billy, Stu and Randy's growing erections "Ew gross" we both laughed "what did you expect to happen? us not enjoy two hot lesbians make out?" Stu defended himself and his two best friends "we prefer the term bisexual actually" I grinned as I got up and flicked his ear "well it was hot and that's all I have to say" Randy laughed "I know right" Sidney laughed "oooo Sid" I winked

#tatum riley #scream 1996 #stu macher #billy loomis #randy meeks #sidney prescott

[bravo-four-seal-team]

Sawyer Siblings: The Fight

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TRIGGER WARNING: swearing, fighting, manipulation, cheating, drinking, divorce.

2009

She's 19, drunk, soaked to the bone, knocking on her brother's door at 3 in the morning. 

The rain hides the tears that are falling, "Ashley?" Her brother blinks as he opens the door "What are you doing here?" 

She's been in Chicago for a year, he didn't know that at 17 she had been dating someone who moved to Chicago, and after her Bootcamp session was over her first choice was to travel out there, she was supposed to get married, only Trent never knew this. 

Poor Ashley had walked in on her fiancé with another woman, she was just as shocked and hurt as Ashley, the woman helped her get a flight home, she got on the same flight as her going to her parents, the woman was 3 years older than her. 

Trent led Ashley inside, he heard his wife make some remarks about his sister but shook his head "You can stay here tonight, but then I'm taking you to Nonna and Pops" he said sitting his sister down, wiping the tears away, then going to get water and painkillers for her. 

His wife walked to her leaning down to whisper "You really think you're welcome here? You aren't. He doesn't want you here either. He’s come so far since you haven’t been around. Just remember, no one will ever love you, you aren't worth the time, maybe if someone wants to fuck you, then sure, but never in a relationship" She sees the look on Ashley’s face, Debra smiles when Trent returns, saying she was going back to bed. 

Ashley cleared her throat "it's cool T" she whispered standing up, stumbling a little, he put his arm out to help her, but Ashley waved him away "I'm just...I'm gonna grab a cab to the ranch and hang with Irene for a bit. See Nonna and Pops" She says, leaving, the door closing behind her. 

She spends the night curled up in the stable, using Irene as a pillow, and one of the horse blankets as a cover to keep her warm, her grandfather finds her in the morning, getting his granddaughter up to the house and relieved Irene was trained in looking after the girl, he knew she would need it.

When Trent visited, Ashley was sleeping in the stable again, it was the middle of winter, his grandparents were away to a competition, he wasn't even aware his parents had kicked her out.

2011 - (21 Ashley  and 31 Trent ) Ashley becomes Sergeant - FIGHT

“I told you, you aren’t welcome, you little whore” the woman says as Ashley walks up the path. 

“I'm here to see T.”  Ashley muttered, she’s in uniform, she had visited her grandparents to tell them about her new rank, and now was seeing her brother, to tell him she got the promotion. She has 2 hours before she's being sent off to Iraq. 

“His name is Trent. You aren’t welcome here.” Debra states, crossing her arms, “Go or I’ll call the cops, Trent wants nothing to do with you. Even if he did, I'll make sure to cut that little connection you have” 

Ashley frowns “Debra pl-”

“Mrs. Sawyer to you” she growled, smirking when she heard Trent, she slapped herself hard so she had a red mark on her cheek, then threw the wine over herself, and smashed the bottle down, and let out a shout, causing Trent to come running out the front.

“What happened?” 

“She attacked me!” Debra cried as Trent pulled her to him, staring at his sister. 

“What? No- T I” Ashley stuttered, looking about eyes wide, her brother's face darkened, as he pushed his wife behind him.

“You need to leave,” Trent says, he couldn’t believe his sister would do something like this, “Go inside” he spoke quietly to his wife,  who walked in, the door shut and she smirked “Good riddance to that whore.” she had muttered.

“T, I never” Ashley began, the 21-year-old trying to tell her brother what happened, but her brother cut her off. 

“You need to go now, or I will call the cops Ashley. You assaulted MY wife! I taught you better than that Ashley!”  Trent snapped, his sister reached out to him holding something “Another move and I will drop you.”

“You know what, Trent,” Ashley says quietly, she couldn’t believe he was believing her, and not giving her a chance to explain  “Fuck you! All you see is what she wants you to!” 

“Ashley, you are out of line,” Trent warned. "You are in the Wrong here, you think I'm just going to fucking let you get away with what you did?!"

“I thought you learned from the first one! Look what happened! Every single time I try to get to know them! They pull this shit!” Ashley said, glaring at him “I asked to see you! And she did this!” 

“Ashley Caroline Sawyer! Enough!” 

“No! You always believe what they feed you! Just like the first one, this one is spinning lies!” She snapped, the tears blurred her vision “She did it to herself!”

“That's fucking bullshit, Ashley!” Trent snapped “She treats you like a sister, you are always cruel to her!” he snapped “Don’t even bother contacting me until you learn to grow up!” he added, going to walk inside.

“Oh, come on! You’re gonna support her?!” Ashley says "Trent, please!" Se begged, putting a hand on her brother, only to end up being pinned to the floor, the air knocked out of her. The pain shot through her arm as she was pinned down. 

“Get the hell out of my life.” Trent warned, letting go of her “Do not come near me or Deb again, until you grow up” he states, getting up and moving to the door.

“I’d rather die than be in your life, Trent. Good to know my brother doesn’t even have my back!” Ashley said getting up, holding her arm, it hurts so much, the tears falling down her cheeks, walking backward away from her brother, she’s been assaulted by her father and Trent was always there to protect her, but had just pinned her to the ground. 

“Grow up Ashley! And Get lost!” Trent snapped, going inside and slamming the door. 

"I hope you fucking die!" She yells. 

There's a muffled shout of 'I WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN' 

Ashley went away to war for the first time without her brother telling her he'd be waiting for her to get home safely. 

Trent checked his wife, agreeing that he would not have contact with his sister until she apologized to her.

2012-13

He had signed the divorce papers when he heard Debra laughing “Let me tell you, you were so easy to manipulate, getting you to believe me over your sister, dropping those little things while we were together, making you get rid of her, the easiest thing to do.” 

“What are you on about?” Trent asks, frowning. 

“Your sister never attacked me, the kid was nothing but kind, wanting to make her brother proud, but god I hated her, no one needs to be around their brother that much,” 

“I raised her!” Trent says he can’t believe what he's hearing. "I raised her! I sent her to war with no one to come back to because you told me all these things she did to you!"

“And you were the one who fell for what I did! You told her to leave, to grow up, you even pinned her to the ground for trying to talk to you,  Trent, you are so gullible!” Debra laughed, as her lawyer led her away. 

That night Trent tried calling Ashley, when he got no answer, he called his mother, who told him Ashley hadn’t spoken to them in over a year, it was a lie, but his mother didn’t want him focusing on his sister, especially since she disowned her for being horrible to Trent. 

He needed to apologize, hell so did Ashley, but he had done the one thing he swore he would never do, hurt her. She could be dead, she could have died in a warzone and he may have never been told she died if he was removed as her next of kin.

He didn’t want to but he began checking graves, memorial plaques, falling sailor pages, looking for his sister's name. There were a few of them where Jane or John Does, and he felt his heart drop.

He continued to do that for five years, in 2014 he met Amelia, he didn’t even know that within that time his sister had been on the same base, worked with him and Bravo, it wouldn’t be until 2017 when he got an email. He had believed his sister was one of those Jane does, though prayed it wasn’t true, so when that email came in, it was a relief.

Ashley changed, adapted to having no one, her grandparents didn't need the stress, she sent them cards and pictures, and had calls with them. She changed how she was, stopped caring about what people thought of her, hated when people said anything nice about her, kept to have a quick hook up, no relationships, no names, she removed her family as next of kin, putting a request in place so she 

She avoided Trent when she was on the same base, she would get called AC or Lee, that way her name was protected. She has 40 letters written to Trent, ones never sent, all of them either death letters and apology letters. 

Then 2017 came around and she met Amelia, questioning her about why she was with her brother, that same year she was captured and tortured for three months, then sent an Email to Trent apologizing.

They never really spoke about the fight, they hope they never will, they both want to forget the actions, though Trent has noticed if she's alone with him, she’ll subconsciously step away, it would take time to heal that. He just hoped they would.

And of course they would, it would just take time.

#seal team #trent sawyer #b4writes #Sawyer siblings #oc: ashley sawyer #pre-seal team #tw: fighting #tw: swearing #tw: divorce #tw: manipulation #no beta we die like men. lol #ao3 series

[digital-corruption]

Haunted by the Past Part 40

I had trouble sleeping that night. Maybe it was the thought of there still being so much to do or the feeling of needing to contribute more, but I couldn’t rest. So I got up and went to get myself a drink of water. Like deja vu, Jake was missing again.

I checked his office and while he had finished setting up his desk and chair, there was no sign of him. Feeling pissed again, I went and opened his laptop. Of course I didn’t know his password. It wasn’t going to be something ridiculous like my name, but I tried it anyway. Of course it didn’t work. My phone beeped.

Jake: Why are you trying to access my laptop?

MC: Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you've snuck out again!

MC: How do you even know it is me?

Jake sent me the webcam snapshot of me.

Jake: It’s either you or a very convincing impersonator that also knew you just dyed your hair.

I stuck my tongue out at his webcam.

Jake: I’ll be back soon.

Jake: If you need to use it, change it to your profile.

And at that point I noticed my name listed in the bottom corner as a user option. I selected it and the prompt changed to a PIN prompt. I thought about it for a moment, then entered Jake’s birthday. Sure enough it unlocked to an interface that looked like Windows. Of course I couldn’t access anything of Jake’s so it was a mute point. I logged out and closed it. I continued to sit there, twiddling my thumbs until he got back.

Jake shuffled back into the apartment with his hood over his head and facemask on, not at all concerned with his girlfriend glaring at him with her arms folded.

“I don’t know why you think I need to explain everything I do to you,” Jake frowned.

“The last time you were preparing us for war, remember? That’s what you told me! We just moved in and you’re already sneaking out again!” I yelled.

“I just went out for a walk. I can’t exactly do that during normal hours can I?” Jake argued.

“Bullshit! You know you'd be picked by the police if they saw you walking the streets in the middle of the night dressed like that! Give me real answers, Jake!” I argued.

Jake sighed, “Keep your voice down or you’ll wake up the neighbors.” He took off his facemask. “I was scouting for an escape route, ok? I can’t rest without one. I haven’t lived this side of Duskwood before.”

“You lived near Aurora?” I questioned.

“My grandparents lived near there. I spent a few summers with them. The area didn’t change all that much,” he explained.

“You snuck out at the motel too?” I asked.

“Yes, it’s how I knew that office was abandoned,” Jake rubbed his head.

“Why don’t you just tell me these things? Why do you hide them? Haven’t we been through enough together?” I pushed.

“What, that I’m so insecure I always need an escape plan? That I’m always sitting on a hair's trigger for fleeing? That I'd honestly prefer to be in an abandoned building with no heating or water, and all of this stability makes me uncomfortable? But yet, I know you need it,” Jake pulled his hood down over his eyes. “I'm afraid, I’m gutless, I'm weak - not the rock you thought you were leaning on.”

“You are allowed to have insecurities,” I went up to him and caressed his cheek. “I have asked a lot of you these past few weeks and you barely batted an eye.”

“Because I'd give my life for you,” he mumbled from under his hood.

I lifted his hood so I could press my forehead against his while standing on my toes. I let his hood fall on my head and smiled, “Hi.”

“What are you doing?” he looked me struggling to stay there.

“I’m in your safe place with you,” I grinned. “You can’t shut me out.”

Jake smiled gently, “I need a bigger hood so you can fit inside.”

“That'd look ridiculous,” I laughed. “But seriously, next time tell me you’re going or better yet, take me with you. I should know your escape plan too,” I insisted.

“Nngh, fine. I'll pull you out of bed tomorrow night. I've already kept you up long enough tonight,” he said apologetically.

“I couldn’t sleep anyway,” I shook my head. I shifted back down, flat on my feet.

“Did you want to go now?” Jake tilted his head slightly.

“Yes! I'll go get changed,” I said running off.

--

Walking around Duskwood at night with Jake was strangely romantic. As much as I would like to do this during the day or in the evening, this was as close as we were going to get. The streets were empty and quiet, but Jake still pointed out some of the sights to me, as best as he could remember. I picked up on a few from Jessy’s tour.

There were a couple of empty shops and offices, but they didn’t provide the cover Jake liked. Then we reached the Junkyard, or what was left of it. After Richy’s death, his father Paul put Roger’s Garage out of its misery. Looking at it at night was sort of like looking at a graveyard. There were still old cars and car parts littering the place. I guess they were so worthless they couldn’t be liquidated.

“Well, it’s abandoned, but it kind of creeps me out too much,” I crossed my arms.

“No, we are not using it,” Jake said staring at the lot, watching it as if he expected something to move.

“It’s probably better to respect the dead anyway,” I sighed, walking back towards town.

Jake didn’t immediately follow. I turned and saw him flicking around on his phone. I frowned and walked back to him, catching him by surprise.

“What are you doing? I questioned.

“Sorry, I had to check on something,” Jake was being unusually vague with me. He put his phone away before I could see his screen. “It’s getting late, we should head back.”

I looked up and noticed the sky lightening. “Late or early?” I joked.

“Either way, let’s go home,” Jake smiled behind his mask. He took my hand again and led us back up the road.

“We didn’t really accomplish anything, did we?” I asked.

“It’s fine. I don’t always find something the first night,” Jake reassured me. “It wasn’t a waste of time though. I can’t walk around with you during the day anymore like we did at the cabin so it’s nice.”

“You’re becoming a true vampire,” I teased.

“Well, I have bitten you before,” I didn’t need to be able to see Jake’s face to know he had that devilish grin.

“Am I your thrall? Is that why I’m so addicted to you?” I raised an eyebrow at him. “It would explain so much.”

“No mind control was necessary. You are here with me of your own accord,” Jake said confidently. He stopped and leant over to whisper in my ear, “I have other ways of making you want me.” He pulled away, shadows covering his face, but I knew what expression lurked there.

I blushed, thankful he couldn’t see it in the dark, “We should hurry back. People are going to start waking up soon.”

Underneath the shadowy hood Jake replied, “If you say so.”

#duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood jake x player #duskwood fanfiction #Haunted by the Past

[ayu-shiridara]

Fall pt. 6

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Tag/s: @lilypad-55449

Sorry took me so long to update

You stayed in America for years. Draco visits you and the children once a month giving you updates about George. Your son and daughter are already 5 years old. And you planned going back to England. Maybe it's time to meet their grandparents and their father. You're certain that Molly and Arthur would be delighted if they meet your children.

"Levi, Fred, time to leave, Draco is waiting for you outside, " you said.

You named them after Fred and Levi. Your son's name was Frederick Fabian Weasley Frederick from Fred's name Fabian from George's second name. He looked like his father except for his eyes. He has your eyes. While your daughter's name was Levi Georgia Weasley, Levi from Levi Georgia from George again. Your daughter was like George's girl version. Both of them really looked like a Weasley.

"Are you ready to go to England?" You asked your children.

"Are we going to meet dad?" Fred asked.

"Mama I want to see what dad looks like, " Levi said.

The twins love asking about their dad. But all you can say is they will meet him soon. Finally, you arrive in England. You will stay at Levi's home. The kids are playing in the forest while you and Draco are watching them.

"Are you sure about introducing them?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, they have the rights to meet their grandchildren, the kids have the rights to meet their father, " you said.

"You're ready to see George again?" Draco asked.

"No, but I'm certain that tomorrow is the right time to meet Molly and Arthur, " you sighed.

"Mrs Weasley's birthday?" Draco said.

"Yeah the kids will be a perfect present for them, but I will go to Diagon alley to buy something, " you said.

"I can't come with you to the Burrow but I can come with you to the Diagon Alley, " Draco said and smiled at you.

"Daddy Draco look what I found, " Levi said running towards you and Draco.

She's holding a puffskein and Fred is running behind her. They called Draco Daddy because that's what Draco wanted the kids to address him. You find it cute but kinda sad because it's not George whom they call Daddy. Of course, you still love him he always owned your heart. Because he's the first person who made you feel special.

--

The following day you arrive at the Diagon Alley. The streets are busy and crowded.

"Stay close to mama okay?" You whispered to your children.

"I will stay close to daddy Draco, " Levi said.

You let out a soft laugh and started to stroll around. However, the kids let go of you and Draco's hand and ran away.

"I will look for them, meet us at the Leaky Cauldron," Draco said and run after them.

Today is just an ordinary day for George. The difference is that it's his mother's birthday. He will go to the Burrow tonight and come back tomorrow morning. He was walking to the Leaky Cauldron to have his breakfast. Suddenly something hit his legs. He saw a little girl on the road wailing. A red-haired girl with freckles on his face. 'She looked like a Weasley' George thought. Then a boy was running after her, red-haired and freckled face but when he looked at the child's eyes it reminded him of (Y/N). He knelt down and helped the kid to stand up.

"Are you okay?" George asked the kid softly.

The kid didn't say a word and his twin brother run to her. The girl has wounds on her leg. George pointed his wand on the girl's wound.

"Episkey, " George said and the wound healed.

The children looked amazed.

"Can you teach me how to do that?" The boy said to George.

George let out a soft laugh. It's the first time he laughs again after (Y/N) left.

"I can but first tell me your name, " George said.

"I'm Fred, " the boy said.

"My name is Levi, " the girl said shyly.

George was shocked by hearing the name of his dead brother and friend. This is just a coincidence or maybe not.

"Fred, Levi!" Someone called.

"Daddy Draco, " the children said happily.

George stared at Draco, the children run at him.

"Mama is looking for you why did you run away like that, " Draco said.

George stood up and just stared at the kids who were asking Draco to carry them. George sighed and carried Fred.

"I'll help you I'm heading to the Leaky Cauldron what about you?" George asked.

"The Leaky Cauldron, thanks Weasley, " Draco said.

Fred was staring at George the whole time. And George felt like he is carrying his own son.

"Your children?" George asked.

"No, I'm just their godfather, a friend's children, " Draco explained.

"What's your name mister?" Fred asked.

"I'm George Fabian Weasley, " George replied.

"Really? We have the same surname Mr George, " Fred said.

"What's your name then?" George asked.

"My name is Fred Weasley, my twin sister is Levi Weasley, " Fred said.

"You're a Weasley?" George asked.

"We are, but we haven't met our dada yet, mama said we will meet him soon, " Fred said.

George became more confused. How come there's an unknown Weasley? He's sure that he doesn't have a niece or nephew that was named after his twin brother and friend. And he doesn't hear anything about (Y/N) for years. 'I must consult mum about this' George thought.

--

After looking for presents you stopped by the ice cream shop to treat your children and Draco. On your way out someone called your name.

"(Y/N)?" Someone called.

You turned to see who it is. It's Ron with Hermione, Harry and Ginny.

"Hi, " that's the word that escaped from your mouth.

"When did you arrive?" Hermione asked.

"Yesterday, " you replied.

"It's nice to see you again, " Harry said.

"You too, " You smiled at them.

"(Y/N) we're sorry about George, " Ron said.

"I already moved on, " you said.

"No, it's a misunderstanding, " Ginny said.

"I'm okay now, I'm living my life it doesn't bother me anymore, " you said.

"Can you please talk to him? He didn't know that you're here right?" Ron said.

"I will when I'm ready, I have to go the children are waiting for me, " you said.

"Children?" Ginny asked.

"You have kids? You're married to another man?" Harry asked.

"No, I'm not married to another man, I'll explain soon I really have to go, " you said.

"We'll see you around, " Hermione said and waved at you.

You exited the ice cream shop and went straight to the Leaky Cauldron.

"What took you so long?" Draco asked.

"Nothing, here I bought this for you, " You said and handed them the ice cream.

"Mama we've met an amazing man, " Levi said.

"Really who is he?" You asked.

"He just left, " Draco said.

"Mama we want to meet Mr George again, " Fred said.

You're shocked hearing his name from your children. Did they really encounter their father?

"We have to leave now, we're heading to grandma and grandpa, " you said.

The children cheered and all of you excited the Leaky Cauldron.

"(Y/N) I have to go now, I'll see you later, " Draco said.

You nodded and the kids wave goodbye at Draco. Finally, you arrive at the Burrow. No one was outside. You're anxious because for the last 5 years it's your first time showing yourself to Molly again. She might be angry at you she might unwelcome you.

"(Y/N)!" Someone called at the back.

"Charlie?" You asked.

"It's nice seeing you again!" He said.

He hugged you and you did the same.

"We haven't seen you for ages, how have you been?" Charlie asked.

"Everything is well, " you said.

"And who might these children be?" Charlie asked and knelt down.

"Are you my grandpa?" Fred asked enthusiastically.

"Do I look like a grandpa to you?" Charlie asked and laugh.

"He's not your grandpa, he's your uncle, " you said.

"Grandpa is inside the house, " Charlie said.

"I want to meet grandpa and grandma and uncles and aunties, " Levi said.

"And Dada, " Fred finished her sentence.

"Well come on let's go and meet grandma and grandpa and uncles and aunties, " Charlie said.

The children take Charlie's hand and all of you walked inside the Burrow.

"(Y/N)!" Molly exclaimed.

You're expecting her to be mad but she just hugged you. And Arthur did the same.

"Happy birthday Mrs Weasley, " you said.

"Happy birthday Grandma, " you twins said and handed her the present.

"Are they?" Arthur said.

You nodded with a smile.

"Mama, are they grandma," Levi asked.

"And grandpa?" Fred asked finishing Levi's question.

"Yes darling, " you said with a smile.

"Levi and I are so excited to meet, " Fred said.

"Grandma, Grandpa, Uncles, Aunties and Dada, " Levi said finishing Fred's sentence.

"They are like Fred and George when they were younger, " Charlie said.

"Come to grandma and grandpa, " Molly said opening her arms.

The kids run to Molly and Arthur and gave them a hug.

"What should grandpa call you?" Arthur asked Fred.

"My name is Fred, Mama said she named me after a wise and brave uncle, " Fred said proudly.

"I memorized my whole name for grandma and grandpa, I'm Levi Georgia Weasley, " Levi said proudly.

The kids are so delighted being with George's family. But it's already nightfall and you have to go.

"We have to go we will come back tomorrow, " you said.

"Can't you stay for dinner? Ron, Ginny, George and Bill are coming, " Molly said.

"I'm sorry Mrs Weasley, I'm afraid that the situation might be awkward for me and George, " you said.

"Don't be sorry dear, we understand and stop calling me Mrs Weasley you're still my favourite daughter-in-law, " Molly said.

"Before you go, uncle Charlie has a gift for Freddie and Levi, " Charlie said giving them a dragon stuff toy.

You thanked them before you leave and when you walk outside the house you can see that Draco is waiting at the nearest tree.

"When did you arrive?" You asked.

"Just now, " he replied.

"Well then let's go home, " you said.

--

It's finally evening and the Burrow was busy. One by one the Weasleys arrive having their gift for their mother. In the middle of the dinner, George asked his mother about the kids he met this morning.

"Mum I meet two kids this morning. They said they're a Weasley and they look like one. You have only one grandchild, right?" George asked.

"Where did you meet them?" Ron asked.

"At the Diagon Alley, they're with Malfoy, " George said.

"We met (Y/N) at the ice cream shop, " Ginny said.

"She just left, " Charlie said.

"She went here?" George asked.

"Yea and I have seen her adorable ki-" before Charlie could finish her sentence, Molly kicked his leg making him wince in pain.

"Are hiding something from me?" George asked.

"Best if you directly ask her, " Arthur said.

"That's enough, let's not ruin mum's day, " Bill said.

George sighed and after dinner, he walked to his room. It's the million time he wished that Fred was still here. Because he knew that he would feel much better if he's twin is here because he's the only one who understands him the most. Every second without his brother or his wife is a torture to him. Suffering in this kind of sadness for years. No one knows how many time he cried silently. Every night, every time when he's alone. All he wanted is to be happy.

--

Today you're going to Diagon Alley to buy something. Your children are not coming with you, Draco is taking care of them. You're walking towards somewhere you don't know where your feet is dragging you because you're looking at the parchment on you're holding. After a few steps, your head hit something making you look where you're going.

"I'm sorry, " you apologised.

A familiar man was standing in front of you. He was tall and you can smell the scent you've been longing for.

"It's okay miss, " he said.

But he looked at you his eyes widened as well as yours.

"George!?" You said.

"(Y/N)?" He said.

He's happy seeing you again. You too but you still can't forget what he did years ago.

"Ron was right, you're here, " George said.

"Yea. I arrive before Mrs Weasley's birthday, " you said.

"(Y/N) about what happened years ago, I'm sorry if I could just turn back the time, " he said.

"It's okay I moved on from you anyway, " you lied.

'Does that mean you don't love me anymore, ' George thought. His heart again shattered into pieces.

"I have to go, " you said and walked away.

When you arrive at your home Draco said that Ron is here to talk to you.

"Ron, what brings you here?" You asked.

"I just want to tell you that night was a misunderstanding he was under a love potion, it's not his fault it's Angelina's, please give him another chance, I can't stand seeing George like that anymore, he's been suffering for years, please (Y/N), " Ron said.

You keep thinking about George. You can't even focus on your children. You don't even know what Draco is talking about while having dinner.

"(Y/N) are you listening to me?" Draco asked.

"Mama is not listening to Daddy Draco, " Fred said while playing with his food.

"I'm sorry what did you said?" You asked.

"Nothing, I'll take the kids to bed, " Draco said.

Draco and the kids went to bed and you cleaned the dining table. After cleaning the dining table you sat on the couch in front of the fireplace and read a book.

"(Y/N), " someone called.

You look around to see who's calling you and you saw Fred and Levi.

"Freddie, Levi?" You said.

Both of them are smiling at you.

"He loves you so much, " Levi said.

"Talk to him before it's too late," Fred said.

"Too late what do you mean?" You asked.

But they disappeared.

"(Y/N) wake up, " Draco said shaking you.

You fell asleep while reading a book.

"Where's Levi and Fred?" You asked.

"They're asleep, " Draco replied.

"No, not the kids, George's twin and your cousin, " You said.

"They're dead, " Draco said.

"But they just talked to me, " You replied.

"You're tired you should go to bed, " Draco said.

You immediately stand up ran outside.

The following days your dream kept bothering you.

"Maybe you should have him back, for you, for the children, I know you still love him, you still need him, you haven't moved on you just keep on telling yourself that you did but the truth is you haven't, " Draco said.

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