#will send out emails like 'today my son is having a birthday party and i dont feel like grading anything so class is cancelled' absolute leg

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

The Reaper and The Death Angel Part 39

Series Masterlist

Part 38

Contains: Angst, mild violence, fluff, uses some Sons of Anarchy appisodes.

6.8K words

Comment if you want to be tagged or follow #the reaper and the death angel

Incarceration - the state of being confined in prison; imprisonment.

Incarceration day one

"I know it might be a bit childish but I made everyone a special calender, instead of being a whole year, it's fourteen months. So we can all count down each day until they come home. Also, it also has birthdays and holidays included."

They looked it over, "your birthday isn't here Lass."

You shook your head, "I hate my birthday. You guys don't need to know it."

Gemma smiled, "I love that you including dinner at your place every Sunday."

You laughed, "yes, well, all the irresponsible ones are in prison so dinner should be easy. Don't think this means any of you are getting out of helping, that hasn't changed."

Incarceration day eight

"What's this?"

Chibs pointed to the fully set table, "I know they're not here in person but in some places, you set the table for people who are away on long journeys."

"That's really sweet Lass."

Incarceration day ten

"You ready to see daddy?" Abel blabbed as you loaded him into his seat, he had just started to do his best to talk but he had only managed a squeaky little "am am" Sam would smile and wiggly his fingers then claim what Abel's first word was going to be his name.

Stockton wasn't the nicest place but you knew the intake guards from all the times you had seen Otto, "who are you here to see today?"

You hadn't seen this person before, "my boyfriend Jackson Teller." He waved for you to step through the metal detector which beeped, " I have a doctor's note. I spent a lot of time overseas, I'm full of shrapnel."

The guard shrugged, "hand it over and put your items through the X-ray, do you have anything you shouldn't have?"

You shook your head, "nope." It took a while but you were waved through with Abel and your basket of food.

Jax was waiting for you at the tables, looking happy to see you and exhausted, "hello beloved." You hugged him for as long as you could then handed him Abel, "how are you?"

He shrugged, "I'm just happy to see you."

He looked so different, you could tell he had short hair under his cap, his beard was bearly there and he was guarding his ribs like he had been hit. "You pressed your shirt."

He smiled, "of course Darlin, I couldn't be looking like I just rolled out of bed."

He sat down at the table with you and dug into the food, "I missed you so much."

Incarceration day seventeen

"Arms out." You had to remind yourself that the hour that it took to check in each week was worth it.

Jax was waiting for you again, "hello beloved." He hugged you for as long as he could before pressing a kiss to your lips.

"Hello Darlin, how's everyone?"

You nodded, "great, I'm talking at the high school in a few days and the jewellery line launch party is being planned. How are things here?"

Jax shrugged, "it's prison, what food did you bring me today?"

You pulled the containers out of the basket, "roast chicken with crispy potatoes and for desert….." Jax's mouth was already full.

"Slow down, you're going to make yourself sick."

He wasn't listening, "the food here is shit, I've been dreaming about it just as much as I've been dreaming about you naked."

You laughed, "oh Jackson, you are insufferable."

"I should be able to start emailing you soon and you can start sending letters in two weeks. Have you talked to the school yet?"

You shook your head, "tomorrow, I have a whole thing planned with visual aids. There's no way they're going to try and kill their classmates after I'm done with them."

Jax huffed, "do you like teenagers?"

You nodded, "some of them, if they pull anything, they'll regret it."

Jax giggled, "I'm sure they'll love you." You talked until the guards were practically you and Abel away.

"Until next time beloved."

Incarceration day eighteen

Everyone was in the high school hall, Hale was sitting in a chair behind you and the teachers were around the room, you had put out covered boards so as you talked you could show them the displays, the air was buzzing with excitement.

"Show of hands, who knows why I'm here?"

Some hands shot up and you pointed to someone in the back, "you, boy in the red shirt. What's your name and answer?"

He stood up, "Andy and you're here to tell us eating healthy." Everyone knew why you were there, he was just being smart.

"No Andy, you're wrong. I'm here to talk about teenage bullies killing other teenagers. You need me to sign off for you to pass and if I don't, you lose a lot of privileges so this is my one and only warning, participate honestly and listen or I will fail you."

The hall went quiet, "is there a such thing as a perfect murder?" You pointed to the girl in the front, "you, blue backpack, your name and answer please."

She stood up with a smile, "Middy and no, there's no such thing as a perfect murder because science is always getting better. Unless you're a forensic anthologist, then I'm sure you can get away with it."

"Very good Middy! Come up and grab candy or a healthy snack for your good work."

Someone from the back yelled out, "nerd." The boy went still when he met his eye, "that's what the kids in my high school used to call me and now I'm worth tens of millions of dollars. You can leave now, you will have to make this up later."

The boy walked out with his head down, "in the last year, I have identified five children who have been killed by their peers. All the killers are now in prison. If you are a bully you will get away with it, we all know most schools and teachers don't care. But if it spills out of the school and becomes violent, you will be held accountable."

The principal swallowed, "I will be working closely with Sheriff Hale, he has full use of my lab equipment, which means we will be able to match injuries to the people who caused them. If I ever have to come here to talk about a dead child, I will make sure whoever is responsible feels the full force of the law, can anyone tell me why?"

A few hands went up, "you closest to the door, name and answer please."

He stood up, "Eric miss, because you're here talking to us, anyone who acts afterwards is acting with clear intent."

You smiled, "very good, come collect you reward."

"Behind me, you will see some boards and I'm going to show you some photos, none of them are gross, I promise." You pulled the black paper away to show different lab equipment.

"This is what we use to look for evidence, these will find anything. Even if you can't see it. Now, who wants to help with the trace evidence demonstration?"

Half the hall stood up, "alright everyone, I have some cups here, you're going to put your hand in one, then everyone going to wander around the hall for ten minutes, then we shall see what happens."

Ten minutes later, you flipped the lights off and there was an eruption of wows. The whole hall was covered in different colours of powder, "it's impossible to tell how far whatever you got on you has spread, and if it's there we will find it. Luckily only one of you has to do this again, the rest of you can enjoy your free period."

Incarceration day twenty

"AHHH, I got an email from Jax."

Sam and Ima rushed over, "what if it's dirty?"

You shook your head, "the prison monitors them, nothing of a sexual nature is allowed."

Sam slapped your shoulder, "well, open it."

"Hello Darlin,

I hope this gets to you, I just wanted to let you know we're all doing well. I miss you so much and am counting down the days till I see you and Abel next. The food is pretty bad but they give us plenty of fruit, I don't think I'm ever going to complain about you making food too spicy ever again.

Juice wants to know how his starter is going, he said something about it only liking mineral water if you know what that means. Bobby said to tell you to spit in it."

"That was kinda short."

You rolled your eyes, "it's his first one Sam, don't be mean."

"Dearest Jackson,

Your email found me well, we are all doing well here. Abel tried some half-mashed banana yesterday, which he seems to enjoy but after dinner I'm going to see what he thinks of mango. We are still planning the jewellery launch party but initial market research is showing great results, and we've had four pre-orders already.

Work is work, but Hale is doing ok. Unser is settling into retirement well. T-M is busy; Chibs, Kip and Kozik have left for their training at Anvil. Billy said that Kip is the best study, but I think he's just being biased. I'm thinking of offering Chibs our top-level first aid course, it will take him four months of work if he does the two-day-a-week classes but he'll basically be a combat medic after that, what do you think?

We all love and miss you very much, Stay safe With all my love Y/n"

Incarceration day twenty-six

"Are you alright?"

You shrugged, "I have a terrible feeling Sam, I couldn't sleep all of last night, every time my phone rings I jump. Tell me I'm being crazy."

Sam shook his head, "you're not being crazy, you're being anxious. This is the longest you've been a part, it's normal to be so worried."

****

Jax was waiting in line for his phone call, he could feel the charge in the air as the line shortened. He knew something was wrong when he could sense someone was skipping the queue, deep down, Jax knew he was about to be jumped, he just hoped he could hear your voice before it happened.

No such luck, he was being shoved from behind then someone was wrapping the telephone cord around his neck, he saw the shank in the man's hand and he knew it went into his body but he didn't really feel it, then it felt like his chest was being sat on and he felt something warm spread down his body.

As he slid to the floor, the man who stabbed him leaned over a said something in Russian and all he could think was trying to remember as best he could so you could tell him what it meant. He wondered if this is what you felt when you got shot, then was hit with a wave of pain as he tried to take in a breath.

His last thought before losing consciousness was that he had no idea how you did what you did if this is what you went through.

****

"Hello, Dr l/n speaking how may I help you today."

The line wasn't the clearest, "yes, this is Warden Nelson. I'm calling about your partner Jax."

You knew that tone, "is he still alive." You tried to swallow the sick feeling growing inside you.

"He's alive but he's been stabbed, he's currently staying at Stockton memorial, but he should be back at the hospital infirmary in about a week. You can see him during visiting hours if you wish, however you will need a guard in the room."

"Thank you, I'm going to head there now. I trust you are dealing with the matter and the perpetrator is going to be held responsible."

****

Jax did his best to shoot you his charming smile when you walked into his room, "hey."

He could hear the worry in your voice and you sat on the chair next to the bed, "hey, you gave me a real fright. How are you feeling?"

He took your hand in his, "like I got stabbed, is this what it was like for you?"

You shrugged, "my hole was a lot smaller, less blood and less trauma, you're lucky to be alive."

Jax huffed, "it didn't hurt that much."

You shook your head and leaned in close so the guard didn't hear you, "did he say anything to you before or after?"

Jax nodded and whispered a Russian phrase in your ear, you thought it over and repeated one back which made more sense and Jax's eyes went wide.

"That's it, what does it mean?"

Jax could tell by your expression you went impressed "it mean, 'there is nothing to be afraid of, dear. You know what it's for, right?' He was telling you it was about Jimmy."

"Shit…"

You were cut off by the guard interpreting, "what are you two talking about?"

You turned around and gave him a smile that wasn't blatantly false, "I was just telling him about the case I just worked, it's kinda funny." He waved his hand for you to extrapolate.

"I identified the person because they had an implant in their, you know?"

You gestured to your crotch, "we found out it was due to a massive industrial accident, the whole thing was crushed in a metal press. I have photos from the doctors, would you like to see?"

The man shook his head, "nope, sorry ma'am carry on."

Jax was hiding his smile, "that's not going to cause problems for you, is it?"

Jax squeezed your hand, "nah, I'm pretty sure he thinks you're going to crush his dick in a metal press."

Incarceration day thirty-five

"What's worse, prison food, hospital food, or prison hospital food?"

Jax laughed, "prison food, the food here is pretty alright."

You shook your head, "they won't let me bring anything in here, but I have some good news. Abel said his first word!"

Jax's smile went from ear to ear, "what was it."

He watched to try and hold in a laugh, "Sam, his first word was Sam and he hasn't shut up about it, I want to kill him. Ima keeps going go about how cute it is, and how great Sam is with him. If she doesn't end up pregnant in the next year I'll eat my hat."

Jax ran his thumb over the back of your hand, "I wish I could have been there to here it."

You smiled softly, "there are plenty of things you'll be able to see Jax, and by the time he's allowed to see you I'm sure he'll have a lot of new words."

The noise of someone moving in the back turned your attention away from Jax but your eyes didn't focus on the source of the sound, they landed on an X-ray of a man in another bed. "Is that guy good with you?"

Jax swallowed, "no, he's GN, they don't get along well with the Mexicans looking after us."

You gripped his hand, "well I'm about to save his life so that might change." You got up and went to find the doctor in charge, "hello I'm Dr l/n, I work at The Nothern California science and natural history museum in the forensics lab as a forensic anthropologist, I noticed something very worrying about that man's X-ray."

Something about your tone must have worried him because he was walking you over to the man's bedside, "who are you?" It was clear he didn't want you anywhere near him, considering you were just talking to someone from a rival group.

"I wouldn't move a muscle if I was you, this isn't just a bruised spine, you could lose feeling from your chest down if you're not careful." The man went still as a statue as you pointed out the problem to the doctor.

"Jessica, call Stockton now tell them we need a spinal surgeon on the ready now and get this man immobilised."

The doctors left to get something leaving you with the man, "what's going on?" He sounded terrified so you sat next to him.

"What's your name sir?"

He swallowed, "Darrell." You smiled softly, "well Darrell, that fall you took has caused one of the structures that keeps your spinal cord in place to break free. It's really hard to pick up on because it just looks like swelling but I've seen it overseas. The problem is that our spines are really quite sensitive and now that it's just hanging around, something could go wrong. But it's nothing to worry about, the staff are going to come back in and strap you to the bed so you don't move and the surgery to repair it is really quick. You should be fine."

He gave you a tight smile, "thanks miss."

You placed a hand on his arm, "no biggy. Before the hacks come back, I think I should let you know that this kind of thing makes parole boards sad so your lawyer might like to hear about this."

The doctor came back and started to get Darrell ready from the ambulance, "you can spend an extra half an hour with your man, thanks for this."

You walked back to Jax's bed and sat with him, "sorry about that my love, I couldn't let it go."

Jax smiled softly, "are you kidding me, you have made everyone's live so much easier after that."

You shook your head, "all in a day's work."

Incarceration day fifty

"Hello my love, 

Chibs loves his course, by the time you guys get out, I'll never need to attend a late-night fever or a kitchen accident. Abel knows lots of words now, however, he's been yelling butt whenever the urge strikes him which is all the time. The dogs are enjoying the new pond at the back of the property but now they won't let Abel outside unless someone is carrying him. 

We're already overwhelmed with orders at the jewellery company, some of the ladies are making more money from it than their day jobs. Anvil at Oakland has taken off, we've had to buy another lot about two minute walk from the main one. However, I had to punch a man who insulted Penelope, he threatened to sue then we threatened to release the video of him calling her names. Needless to say he's never going to be using Anvil again.

Oswald is doing really well as mayor. He's looking into linking our firehouse even further, I met the new chief Wallace Boden, he seems to really care. He even suggested I teach basic evidence preservation and the anatomy of a burnt body. I'm really hopeful that it's going to be really good for Charming. 

We all love and miss you very much, Stay safe With all my love Y/n"

Incarceration day fifty-four

"Clay isn't to be trusted. Alvarez is a good man, he won't be an issue but Oakland doesn't need any more drugs, it's already a powder keg."

There was a grunt, "thank y/n, we're no closer to getting the op off the ground, I'll let you know more closer to their release."

"No problem, I'm seeing Jax later today, I'll see how things are going." Without another word, you hung up.

****

"Hello beloved."

Jax hugged you as firm as he could without hurting his aging bruises, "hey Darlin." You sat down and took out the food, Jax digging in before you could blink, "what did you make this week?"

His mouth was half full, "risotto and steamed vegetable, Abel helped too."

Jax smiled and took Abel's tiny hand in his, "did you help little man?"

Abel reached his other hand out and put it on Jax's face, "ya dada."

Jax sniffed, "he's been asking when we're coming to see you since last week." You could see how sad Jax was, although he was doing his best to hide it.

"I'm sorry I'm missing so much."

You shook your head, "it is what it is, I've taken a whole heap of videos so you can watch them when you come home. He's spending plenty of time around the guys and he's doing ok. You don't need to fret my love."

Jax rested his forehead against yours while Abel sat in his arms, "how are things here?"

He shrugged, "food's shit, your visits have been keeping me sane."

You smiled, "yes, I've noticed you've gained a lot of muscle, I guess the only thing you can do here is exercise and jerk off."

Jax chuckled, "yep, speaking of the latter, I really appreciated your very detailed letter."

He had that trademark Teller smirk, "well, expect more of that, I have been missing you terribly."

Incarceration day one hundred and ten

"Hello beloved." Jax could hear your excitement over the phone, "what's got you so happy?"

His chest felt warm, "Sam came up to me this morning and asked if I could get Ima's ring mock up, they had a long talk and he's going to propose." Jax did his best not to outwardly show how happy he was.

"That's great news, when's he going to do it?"

He sounded so happy, "he's going to take her sketch and go from there, once the ring arrives, he's going to do it. I think he wants my help planning so I'm going to need to do some sneaky recon. Don't worry, I'll make sure to film it."

"Thank Darlin, how's Abel?"

He could hear him in the background, "very good, his birthday went well, he loved his chocolate cake."

Jax's tone turned sad, "yes, my new favourite photo is him with his face covered in icing."

You giggled, "it took me hours to clean up, and I can still smell the chocolate."

"You still having issues with the new neighbours?"

You nodded, "yep, got to love frat bros. Why they've moved an hour and a half away from campus is beyond me. I think I fixed it, I almost shot one of them when they came into the yard at midnight."

Jax grunted, "I'm sorry I'm not there to deal with them."

Jax knew you were shaking your head, "Sam and Aden tried to talk with them and they've been a problem at the Friday night parties. I've told them if they trespass one more time I will defend my home and then I'll go to their headmaster."

"You're still scary, I think I might miss that the most."

You could hear to mischief in his voice, "this is being recorded so I'm not going to respond with my real thoughts on that." Before you knew it, Jax had to go.

"I love you Jackson, we'll talk soon."

"Love you too y/n."

Incarceration day one hundred and twenty-six

"That's the second time this week they've had fire trucks show up to their place, what the hell is going on?"

Ima shrugged, "they're men in their twenties, what do you expect? I almost ran over one of them because he recognised me from CaraCara and wouldn't leave me alone. It's probably just them being stupid."

Half an hour later, the fire chief was at the door, "hello Wallace, are you here about the frat bros?"

He crinkled his eyes, "umm, yes, they have become a problem."

You welcomed him inside, "you want some food?"

After some small talk, he was sitting on the lounge with a bowl of curry and the dogs next to him, "what do you know about them?"

You rolled your eyes, "they suck. They've trespassed more than once, they harass Ima when they see her and I've had to report them for dumping twice. They only stopped bothering us because someone put one of the boys up to stealing my plants and they came into the backyard at night, while I was out there with Abel and the dogs."

There was a grumble from one of them, "how did that go?"

You smiled, "they're well trained, if not, it would have gone very very bad. They've left the house alone since that but we still have to deal with them when they're around. You hear about the calls?"

He nodded, "this is our fourth false alarm, we're contacting their headmaster tomorrow."

"Thank God, they need to be gone."

Incarceration day one hundred and eight-two

"Sorry, Jax. Y/n did her best to come but she couldn't get out of bed, she went to a house fire to look at a body and the fumes got to her."

Jax held Abel tightly, "it's alright, I wouldn't want her to drive and we both know she'd never get in the car with Abel when she's like that."

Sam nodded, "when are you going to propose?"

Sam smiled and pulled something pulled of his hoodie, it was a photo of the ring. It wasn't overly fancy, just four small sapphires placed in the shape of a flower, "soon, I want it to be perfect."

Jax smiled, "I'm sure she'll love whatever you're going to do."

****

Sam headed to CaraCara later that day, he must have patted the box in his kutte a billion times by the time he walked in the door. Ima was in the middle of a shoot with Lyla, so he waited on one of the couches. His nerves were building, he hadn't been this anxious since the first time he jumped out of a plane.

Somehow you knew what was going on and showed up just as they were finished filming, "hey Sammy." Sam shook his head, "what are you doing here?"

You shrugged, "I was feeling better and wanted to see how everything was going here, what are you doing here?"

Sam rolled his eyes "you fucking know, what gave it away?"

You smiled, "when you left you had a box sized lump in your pocket and I've watched you touch said lump four times since I walked in."

Ima was putting on a robe and racing over, "well, get to it." You went and sat with Lyla while Ima and Sam talked, seeming about nothing, then he was looking over at you like an unsure little boy. You gave him a soft smile and saw him take a deep breath, then he was dropping down on one knee.

"Ima, I… When I saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I did my best not to stare like a creep but then you came up to talk to me and I think my brain broke and I've been walking on a cloud ever since. You have made me so happy and I can't imagine my forever being anything without you, so, will you marry me?" The whole thing flew out of his mouth but Ima had a hand over her mouth and tears in her eyes.

"Yes, yes Samuel, I will marry you."

He slipped the ring over her finger and she turned to look at you, she was too happy to make much sense, "thank me later."

Lyla laughed, "please tell me you got that on camera, I don't think I've ever seen your brother so flustered."

You nodded "fuck yeah I did."

Incarceration day two hundred and thirty-one

"Hey Darlin."

Jax flinched when you hugged him, "inmates or guards this time?"

Jax looked toward the men in uniforms, "sorry, I guess they're trying to get payback after what happened in C block, not that he didn't deserve what happened to him, reports are saying he regularly beat the shit out of anyone who looked at him wrong."

"It'll be like this for a while, Clay's trying to get us new protection, something with the Mexicans."

You nodded, "let's hope that goes through, I don't think I've seen you without bruises."

Jax chuckled, "I'm pretty sure Sam's the only reason I'm alive." You huffed, "I don't know, you look like you can handle yourself."

Jax sucked in his tongue, "really, well you keep saying there isn't much to do here."

You smiled, "hey, it hasn't been easy for me either, all by myself, alone in that big bed. My thoughts have been very interesting."

Jax licked his lower lip, "really, what kind of thoughts?"

You leaned in so you could whisper against his lips, "about what we're going to do when you get home, I have a list."

"What's on that list?"

You pecked him, "we're in public and well, they are very explicit."

Jax kissed you back, longer this time, "I can't wait."

****

"How did your visit go?"

These calls were coming more often, "great, he's having the shit beat out of him all the time. He told me Clay was trying to secure something, is this part of the op you've been talking about?"

There was a deep breath across the line, "yes, I'm calling to ask if you want in. I'll give you full control, it's clear after all you've told me about the Sons, this only goes well if we've got someone on the inside."

You rubbed your face, "what would that entail?"

"We have two operatives in the field who are currently putting our plan in motion, you would be their superior, you would have full access to our database and the ability to circumvent law enforcement." Those letters hidden away were suddenly burning a hole in your brain.

"Fine, on a handful on conditions. They get the full story when this is over, the Club gets out of whatever they're put in and out of guns entirely and you don't kill anyone unless I ok it. There's another thing, when Jackson returned home, he was in possession of letters given to him by John Teller's mistress and mother of his half-sister. I've left them for Jax to read but I think if they contain information on Clay the op may end up compromised."

"Your conditions are noted and accepted, we've sent your contract through, read all those letters and get back to me. Welcome back y/n."

You must have stared at the unopen letters for hours, however, it was clear they needed to be read. Clay and Gemma were having an affair, John wanted out of guns and Clay probably had him killed for it.

This was going to break Jax's heart.

Incarceration day two hundred and forty

"You get everything?"

The director cleared his throat, "yes I did, you're sure Clay and John Teller killed?"

You looked over the accident report one last time, "without a doubt, I told you about Donna Winston, and now this, are you sure Clay is the horse you want to back."

"Would Jackson lie to the Club and go behind their back with the drugs?"

You knew the answer, "no he wouldn't. On the upside, I have an idea for who's going to take over when this is sorted. Damon Pope, he's got his head on straight and he's far more connected than the Sons, it might be time to do some approaches."

"Done, looks like you're settling back into this fine."

Abel started to talk about his truck toy, "yeah well, after this, I'll be back in it for the rest of my life. My guess is after Jax finds out what I've done he's never going to want to see my face again."

"Don't be so sure, without you, half of them would be dead, you're the only reason we haven't knocked Trager off."

Those letters were still boring a hole in the back of your skull, "just keep them safe inside and make sure these operatives know what I say goes."

Incarceration day two hundred and fifty-seven

"Hey Piney."

He gave you a soft smile, "Gemma's out in the office."

You waved your hand, "I'm actually here to talk to you, can I ask you about John?" He nodded, "sure." You took a deep breath, "when he died, was something going on between him and any of the other members that might suggest it wasn't just a bike crash?"

"John's death was an accident."

His tone suggested he thought differently, "I know he was your best friend, it must have been hard for you. I read something that John wrote, I know you were the only person he trusted and I know he knew Clay was gunning for him.." Piney hit the table.

"You're a mother now, don't go looking in places that could get you hurt. Jax won't survive if something happens to you and our Club won't survive that kind of betrayal a second time."

You nodded, "I hear you loud and clear and I need to ask a favour." He nodded, "go ahead."

"If something happens to me, you'll get a package, I need you to take said package to the table without opening it."

"Done."

Incarceration day three hundred

"I can't tell you why but you need to vote yes on the guns."

Sam crossed his arms, "you can't tell me why?"

You shook your head, "nope, but it needs to go through."

Sam nodded, "done, I'll see who I can get to jump on broad."

Incarceration day three hundred and five

"So I spoke to Alvarez's contact, they're all in."

Clay sat down with the others, "Putlova?"

Bobby wasn't giving anything away, "understands completely."

Bobby shook his head, "Galindo, that's heavy shit brother."

"We earned a bigger game." They went back and forth, but in the end when the vote went to the table later that day, it went through. The Club had just climbed into bed with the Galindo Cartel.

Incarceration day three hundred and twenty-two

"Alrighty then, Anvil's cater is happy to do the wedding for cost as long as they get cheap car service when they're heading our way. The flowers will be ready to go by the day and I'm almost done getting all the furniture."

Lyla clapped, "that was so fast."

You smiled, "it was no trouble, I love weddings."

Incarceration day three hundred and sixty-five

"You don't look so you, have you hit your head in the last twenty-four hours?"

The guard nodded, "you need to go to the ER, you might have a head injury."

Abel was pulling your hand, "if you're still here by the time I leave, I'm informing your superior, brain damage is no joke."

Jax was looking much better than he was a few months ago, "you don't like death."

He smiled, "Galindo fixed everything, we're on easy street now."

You hugged him as tightly as you could, "I've wanted to do that for months."

Jax hugged you back, his arms larger and his chest firmer, "daddy, daddy, look."

Abel held up a very outside the lines colouring page, "that's great, I really like the use of pink."

"Yeah, we're learning about how colours show some animals that other are yucky so a pink frog it was."

Jax shook his head, "you realise he's not even two, kid's going to be in college before he's got his license."

You smiled, "he might not want to go to college, he could be working at T-M the moment he can hold a tool."

"As long as he's not doing anything that requires a helmet, I'm happy."

Jax huffed, "so no Harley?"

You shook your head, "not until he can understand brain damage just ask that guard who's about to drop dead."

Incarceration day three hundred and seventy-one

"Hello, how can I help you today?"

You knew it was the prison, "yes, I'm calling to thank you for picking up on what was going on with one of your guards, had you not insisted he get himself to the hospital, he would have died."

"I've dealt with a lot of head injuries, he's still going to be very sick for a very long time. I'm just glad I could help."

Incarceration day three hundred and ninety

"Hey, why are you calling me? Not that I'm not happy to hear for you."

Jax cleared his throat, "because I wanted to ask you something." Sam had a feeling, "I want to ask your sister to marry me, I would like your blessing before I do."

"The answer is yes but we must never speak of this, she will kill both of us for being sexist. I'm guessing you're also calling because you need to find out what ring she wants?"

Jax was smiling from ear to ear, "yeah, I know she did a drawing with the rest of the girls, is there anyway you can get your hands on it?"

"No, but I have someone I can ask. We can do the rest with email. Don't make an exact recreation, add a little of you to it. She's going to be over the moon, and for what it's worth, so am I."

Incarceration day four hundred and twelve

"I shouldn't have drunk so much last night, I think I might be dying."

Ima groaned, "speak for yourself, am I yellow?"

You opened one eye, "no, we're all old, what made us think we could party like teenagers again?"

"Hubris, we are not doing anything like for my bachelorette party."

You nodded, "yeah, my whole body hurts."

You had a sudden flash, "we need to destroy that film, no one can see it."

She laughed, "what, that you fell on your face while covered in glitter and then called Hale a puffed up stink butt? No that would be terrible."

Riiiiing

"It's Sam." You answered the phone, "what?"

He sounded just as bad, "how much booze does it take to kill you?"

Ima was pressing her lips together, "go away you goober."

Incarceration day four hundred and twenty-four

"You ready?"

You handed Abel the pen and pointed to where he should place the X, "yes mummy."

He put pen to paper and put down a very mess X, "do you know that this means?"

Abel smiled and threw his hand up in the air, "daddy's home."

Part 40

Comments feed me, I've been working super hard on this fic and would love to know what you think.

#the reaper and the death angel #Jax teller #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #fluff #soa #jax teller #sons of anarhcy fanficton #sons of anarchy fluff #jax teller imagine #jax teller fanfiction #jax teller x you #jax teller x reader #jax teller x oc #samcrow #jax teller fluff #charlie hunnam #fix it fanfiction #jax teller smut #charlie hunnam imagine #charlie hunnam fanfiction #jackson teller

[pettyprocrastination]

old: din djarin is a sexy mysterious college professor who will give his students special assignments for extra credit ;)

goldl: din djarin is an exhausted anthropology professor who’s son sometimes sits in on his lessons when school gets out early, probably collects coins or something, always looks like he’s about to fall asleep but also has terrifyingly fast reflexes to the point where students have a theory that he may have worked for the cia at some point, his background on his computer is a very zoomed in photo of his son’s face 

#tj talks #professor din #SEND TWEET #i want an exhausted man in suspenders who constantly hits his head on his shitty car each morning when he gets out of it #what a dream boat #his students? love him #absolute enigma of a man #will send out emails like 'today my son is having a birthday party and i dont feel like grading anything so class is cancelled' absolute leg #when you (either a fellow professor or idk librarian) hit on him?? he absolutely doesnt realize it #pure of heart dumb of ass #'i love this shirt din its very flattering' #'oh thanks i got it from a flea market from a woman who was selling squirrel pelts too' #dont get me wrong he is VERY attracted to you #just doesnt realize its mutual #sometimes you'll see his son sitting with him during office hours #swining his legs while playing his nintendo switch #occasionally going 'dad i cant beat this level' before passing it to din for help with super mario #ANYWHOO #din djarin x reader #this is a fun concept

[vickylamore]

Spilling The Toxic Tea | BBH | CHP 1

Social Media AU, Podcast AU, CEO AU

Pairing: Song (Y/n) x EXO (OT6), Song (Y/n) x Byun Baekhyun

Genre: Crack, Enemies To Lovers, Romance, Slice Of Life.

Prev // Next

▪︎☆▪︎☆▪︎☆▪︎

Baekhyun sighed, muted the groupchat and ruffled his hair. The last drops of the coffee dripped in the mug like rain falling into a puddle and only got up to restock on his sole energy. Like he told them, business men don't sleep if time's still running.

He was back at home in his small penthouse after spending an entire day with, what the media loves to call them, SM's Most Valuable Treasures, that is until their boy group have a next comeback. Working with Sehun and Kai is like trying to put curious toddlers back sleep— they don't shut up.

If Baekhyun had a penny for evertime Sehun Jongin said anything unfunny and laughed, he'd be twice as rich compared to now.

In his home wear outfit, composed by a simple white tea and joggers, he walked across the room to his kitchen, phone still in hand. Raven huh? He grinned smugly and leaned against the counter. Let's see what she's all about.

Its not like he had anything better to do; there was a stack of emails he had yet to reply to any of them (that's because most of them are customer reviews that are still sent to his email despite making it explicitly clear to his secretary that he didnt want them anymore) and decided to enjoy his evening. Well, that is until Sehun and Jongin mentionned this oh-so popular persona named Raven.

Obviously, he stalked her instagram and Twitter, thumb scrolling, eyes scanning and reading every tweet on her page. "Is this what people are interested in nowadays?" He laughed. "That's depressing." He wasn't used to the slang or cool features the teens were invested in. He'd always envy them though. "So what? A girl exposing people? Sounds pretty idiotic to me, ruining peoples lives and all."

His eyes caught her most recent tweets and, like curiosity killed the cat, he clicked on the link of her latest tweet, which brought him to a podcast waiting room.

"Oh," he mumbled, returning to his couch. With gliding feet again, Baekhyun voiced out, "Alexa!" The voice answers. "Listen to... S-Spill The Tox—"

"Do you mean... Spilling The Toxic Tea w/ Raven on Spotify?" Baekhyun’s eyes rose ever so slight, intrigued yet cold eyes looked at the small device on his shelf directly next to the TV.

"Yes? I don't know."

The chime of the podcast played for a brief second but the voice comes out dark and distorted yet small... and sounds like a kid. Imagine if it was a kid, Baekhyun snickered. He turned out his phone, "alexa, play STTT(?)."

[15 MINS REMAINING ON PODCAST]

DATE: Thursday, March 09, 2020

Poadcast Title: STTT w/ Raven Ep. 54: Let's Get Real

[3…]

[2...]

[1...]

*chime starts*

She's here, she's there, she's everywhere, who you gonna end? That's So Raven (plagiarized!)!

*GO!*

I mean, I really hope you don't end me, that'd be so inconvenient for you guys. Like imagine killing the only person who kept your sanity in check, you motherfuckers will be dropping like flies left in right!

Anyways, I hope everyone is doing okay, I'm fine I guess? I'm just emotionally drained and it sucks because with everything going on, now is not the time to get tired but here we are. I hope everyone is okay, even you ugly personality ones that have nothing matter to do except throw hate at innocent people, I hope yall recover.

Because today is Thursday, I'm not going to waste any time and immedately start on the spilled tea, cause that's what half of you guys are here for! Although, everyone should also watch my podcasts on Tuesdays— they're just as entertaining and dont involve ruining people's lives... ish.

But imagine this; you're a man, tall, handsome and making millions before the start of your career. You have thousands of fans all over the world, the most being in South Korea. You, fully knowing this fact, try your best to avoid any scandals or misinformation. You painted yourself into a portrait of a perfect man, perfect husband and perfect father. Your famous smile fools everyone, even to your own wife because when the smile drops, you go the neatest hotel and sleep with your mistress for the last three years.

"Get on with it," Baekhyun rolled his eyes and got up from his seat, his mug felt empty and needs to filled once more. He mockingly scoffed, an agitated smile playing on his lips. "I bet you're just talking because you have no one to talk about or proof."

The deepened distorted feminine voice chuckled through the radio and even if the podcast was precorded, it sounded like she was mocking him for not believing her podcasts, the kind of laugh that screamed "just you wait." He glared at the device standing on his tall beige multiple squared shelf with shining silver outline. Baekhyun rolled his eyes again and refilled the mug.

... not only did you cheat on your wife on your first year anniversary since you were married, you also blamed her for your relationship problems revealed in a voice recording that had yet to be leaked... by me of course. Imagine blaming your wife, the same one that you're cheating, for relationship troubles while you're fucking another woman. Embarrassing.

You, still acting as the son of a bitch, also payed seventeen thousand dollars for his mistress birthday party, to which he addened with his wife. God, it just keeps getting worse. You also stole money form the charity galas you were organizing, caught at a lingery store before ans people blew it off thinking you both the garments for your CURRENT wife but was for your mistress. Oh, not to mention that your mistress just turned 19 and you met her three years prior. Damn Siwon, looks like you got your hands tied.

The scorching hot coffee that was slipping down his throat came back up like a rocket, and a shower of coffee and saliva blew out of Baekhyun mouth with widened eyes and pounding head. He coughed vigorously trying to catch his breath while the deep robotic female voice kept talking in the background, compeltely oblivious to the damage she'd just cause.

Something started ringing and Baekhyun turned off his mini Alexa's volume to answer his phone. Its when the voice spoke into his ear that he truly understood what was happening and his face turned into a blank stare, dark eyes staring at themselves in the reflection of a stained mirror.

"You heard what just came out?" Baekhyun nodded and clicked his tongue a few times. "The guy's are blowing up the groupchat but you didnt look at i—"

"We're in deep shit Myeon," Baekhyun whispered sotfly, eyes glaring at the device in front of him, moreover, the girl behind everything. "Really deep shit."

▪︎▪︎

Taglist - @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l @pocky-otp @itsyaapollochild @layzfeelit

▪︎☆ Please send an ask or leave a comment if you want to be added to the tag list! ☆▪︎

#exo social media au #vickylamore #vickywritings #exo x y/n #exo x reader #exo #exo text #exo texts #exo fic #exo imagines #exo fics #exo scenarios #exo baekhyun #exo byun baekhyun #baekhyun fluff #baekhyun x reader #byun baekhyun x reader #byun baekhyun #IM TIRED ITS 12 LMAO

[hjh-ceilo-monster]

Aftertaste : Strawberry and Cigarrete (KSJ)

Summary : You were a daycare volunteer who saved his precious child. Without knowing, you made yourself into a no harm list. You can’t step out of that list. Not because of your appearance, but your scent. A sweet scent that bring out his desire.

Author POV.

You were a happy soul walking along the street alone like always.Working as a volunteer could be exhausted sometimes.But you loved it as along as they are kids. You were a volunteer in a daycare.You worked there as a part time job since it paid well.Desperated for money because you were poor as hell.

Yeah ended about your background and continued this story. Where were we? Oh , walking along the street.Baggy shirt and a legging with glasses hanged around your nose bridge, you carried a grocery bags toward the daycare.

Today was one of the kids birthday. You decided to throw a little birthday party for her.Your day was smooth sailing so far or so you thought.You was humming the song when the car horn abruptly appeared. The kid was in the middle of that road.

“Watch out!” You dropped everything and saved him. The owner of that car got out and shouted at you with frustration,but not today. 

“Be careful next time idiot! Are you trying to murder this poor child? What a dickhead you are.” You actually screamed back toward him.Seeing the phone in his hand was enough evidence for that. He was careless himself.You helped the poor soul and start walk away only to heard him cried.

"Noona is my hero."His spirit has been lift up by an ice cream in his hand. You bought it for him.Both of you arrived the day care. You introduced him to the kids in your class. They were having fun with the party.

Time skip

"Y/N ah someone want to meet you." Your coworker entered the room. Talking about the man who waited outside for the kid you brought here.

"Thank you for your kindness ma'am."The two guards took the kid away.

‘Rich kid isn't he?’ Little do you know that day of saving a boy changed your life forever.On the other hand,after the kid arrived his house.His father/the boss/the king of crime/the alpha scolded at his guards.

"Appa you should see noona. She is a hero and pretty."And his son didn't stop talking about you for the whole week.

Week later : present time

You are in the daycare like always. Teaching the kids about clock and how to read the time.Then you get a call from someone.

'Miss we would like to meet up...'

Here you are.In the coffee house for someone to meet you.Can you trust that person,you don't know. You don't even know why you accept their request to meet up with you in the first place.The same guards from last week arrives with the boy.He run from them and cling his body onto your leg.

"Noona my Appa want to meet you." Oh shit,did I get myself into a trap or trouble.Arriving the house full of men in black isn't something you expect.

"Take a sit first,our boss will come down soon." 

What makes it less tension is this boy on your lap still talking with you. He becomes a good distraction.He brings his plushy and throw it in my lap.Insisting that it’s soft and you should play with it.

“Appa!” You expect his father to look like an old man who is around his late fourty.You eyes follow the boy presenc until it reach a young man.Holy crap, what a young gorgous face.‘Is this his father?’You scream in your head.

“Well I would like to thank you about the incedent last week.”

2 days after you find yourself standing in front of the same huge mansion.You aren’t sure why you accept the deal.Is it because of that stack of money or his handsome face that you get lure by it.

“Welcome again miss y/n.”The guard smile and open the door for you.The other one has already pick up your luggages.All of sudden you become a personal nanny for his son and also the tutor as well.

‘Well you see,he has a little problem when he attend the school...’ You still remember what he told last time about his son.You make sure to note every details about him.

“Noona...my noona is here!”The boy runs toward you from the other side of the room just to cling himself on your leg.You wonder why he loves your leg so much.

“Hi little boy,you already know about me being your nanny right?”He nods.

“Well then,would you like to introduce youself a bit,dear?”

“My name is Kim Hansu.You are miss Y/N,my noona.”You chuckle with what he says.

Y/N POV.

Taking care of Hansu was an easy task.He was well behave for a while week. When I start my lesson,he would put full attention to me and study hard.I swear if I have a child,he will be a model from that boy/girl of mine.

“So what is 4+2 again?”

“6!″ He answers.He is a bright kid.I always need to find something more difficult to ask since he catch up really well.

“Good boy,now free time.”He smiles and suddenly climbs up my lap.He burry himself in my chest while playing his toys.I decide to write a little report for his father.

“Hansu-ah want anything for lunch?”I ask him,but no answer.I glance down into my lap.Seeing the boy sleep peacefully,I decide to make him a sandwich.I gently lay him on the sofa and live the room.

“Umm well,can I umm use the kitchen please?”I ask one of the guard outside the house.They look confuse,but nod.I don’t know who to ask since mr.Kim must be at his work place and to use kitchen in someone house without permission seems to be rude.

I finish the sandwich and go out to check on Hansu.He is still asleep.I then continue to write the report and his schedule for the next lessons.Finishing everything,I send the report into mr.Kim email.

“Time to wake him up.”

Jin POV.

It has been a week that Y/N enter my house.I didn’t get to see her and Hansu much since the work in the company was really hectic.I am reading the report that she gives to me right now.To my surprise,she works better than I expect.

“Sir the meeting in the afternoon has been cancled.Mr.Choi has to attend his business abroad.”My secretary come in and report the schedule.This is the time I can go home early.I am excited to see my boy.

“Boss you are early today.”The guard greet me while I walk inside my house.I ask them to report what happened today.The story they tell me make me surprise.

“So she asks you guys whether she could use the kitchen?”I ask again to make sure that what I hear was right.They all nod.I chuckle and take them by surprise.

“What a peculiar girl.”I mumble and enter the living room.The sight of my son munching up the sandwich while laugh along Y/N story is the first thing greeting me.This is beautiful,he’s cute.Well she’s also cute with that smile,her laugh is gorgous and her scent..

Wait?

What just happened to me? I never think anything like this toward any girl before.Also why my wolf try to pick her scent right now?After I have Hansu,I actually shut my wolf scent when it comes to mate.How the hell it alert now?

‘Listen to me idiot!’He speaks.It’s been a long time since I speak to my wolf.

‘I hate that you shut me like that.Also stop ignore me.This is important dude.’ I try to ignore him and go pass the living room to the kitchen.When I walk pass them,I scent something sweet.It’s really sweet that I can feel it taste in my mouth.Is this strawberry?I didn’t eat them before I come here so how?

‘I say listen to me!’This time that guy shout with angry voice.I startle a bit and decide to listen to him.‘What is it? Speak before I shut you again.’If he stand next to me,he will roll his eyes and sigh.

‘You see that girl there?’He speaks.

‘Which girl?You mean Y/N?’I ask back.

‘She’s the only one in your house so who else.Well I’ll be quick since you don’t really like me talk to you that much.’

‘You know yourself.’

‘Shut it.The thing is believe me or not she’s our mate.’Wait what?Is this guy that horny.I know I didn’t have relationship or even a quick sex as a relief,but it was only like 2 months.

‘Are you kidding?She is not our mate dude.That’s Hansu nanny.’

‘No she is.’

‘Is not.’I start bicker with him inside my head.He is going to make my head explode soon.

‘Explain to me why we scent that strawberry thing and feel like it’s in our mouth every time when you passed by her?’The question get me off guard.I also wonder why as well.My mind blank and everything turn silence inside my head.

‘See?That’s my point.I won’t argue with you anymore,but beware.Anyone can claim her before you did.If that happen,I’ll control you for the rest of your life.’With that he disapper.

Author POV.

During the dinner,it is more akward than usual.Jin take a glance at y/n a few times while he eats.Y/N doesn’t catch his stare,but she feels it.She decides to avoid.Thinking that maybe it’s her mind plays with her.

“Appa you were early today.”Hansu speak while munch up his steak.It is his favourit menu so Jin request the maid to do it three times a week.

“My schedule get cancel so I get to see my boy today.”He reply with his gentle voice.That side make y/n surprise and feel the warmness from him.She never see it before and witness this now make her heart skip a beat.

‘What a wonderful father.’She thinks and continue to eat.When she finish,she picks up her plate and Hansu.Walking into the kitchen,she wash them.The maid quickly enter the room and stop her.

“Miss no need to,It’s our job anyway.”

“No it’s fine.At least you cook for me and that must be tired.”

“It’s our job m-”

“But usually you cook for two at most,now you have three.Let me help you so this will clean quicker and we both can depart to rest up.”Y/N continue to wash the dishes.The maid sigh in defeat and join.

All of the that isn’t out of Jin sight.He watches the scene by the door.Leaning his body to the door frame and continue to watch will be up next.He doesn’t notice that his face lit up with the smile all the time.

“Appa I want you to tell the story today.”Hansu shake the tip of his shirt.You and maids turn their face toward the voice.Seeing Jin make you glance down to the floor.He pick the boy up and carry him out.

“I think he likes you.”The maid who dry the dish up speak witha smile.Making you eyes widen with shock until red blush color her face.She chuckle and leave the room.

“Boss never hire nanny.No matter how Hansu beg him to do it or even his friends beg him.You must be special that he decide to accept what Hansu want.”

“It’s nothing really.I just save the boy from car accident.”You reply.The maid smile brighter than before.When everything done,she walk out and leave you a sentence to think.

“You are special miss.If not he wouldn’t care of your action at all.”

Her words leave you think all night.Were you that special? You couldn’t believe that a person like you would be that ‘important’ to him just because you save his son.It is something that a decent human would do,isn’t it?

Days by days,you feel something out of ordinary.The feeling growing in your chest isn’t suppose to happen like this.Not when you are a nanny and he is your boss,the father of this boy.

However,can you deny the fact that you fall for him? You can’t,but you try.You try your best to behave normal so does Jin.That guy also face and fight his feeling as well; even though,his wolf told him you were his mate.

May be because of your presence in this house for a long time,your scent change.The scent is a mix of strawberry and cigarrete from those guards and himself.He doesn’t know why that make him addict to your scent even more.

Today you ask Jin’s permission to take Hansu out of the house.He agrees without a second thought.Well that guy trusts you so much.It’s to the point that he let his 2 loyal guards become your personal guards.

“Hansu want an ice scream.”He speaks with bubbly voice.You can’t defeat this boy order.Not when he put that cute face and beg.You walk toward the ice scream shop and order it.

“You guys want some?”You ask the guards.They walk silently behind the two of you the whole time.You think that must be a tiring job.Following around people.

“We’re good ma’am.”

“You look tire though.At least we can take a rest here and you can order a drink for yourself.”They don’t know what to reply,but don’t want to refuse your kindness either.

At first it’s akward.The guards won’t speak anything.It takes time for them to warm up and start talking with you.You don’t like to treat them like a workers.Let them feel like they’re with a friend at least with you.

“Excuse me guys,I’ll go to the rest room.You can stay here.”You stand up and leave the table.Hansu want to follow you,but you tell him to stay with the guards.

All the way to the rest room,you feel like someone follow you.You step inside the rest room.After you finish,you walk out.However,someone push you back in. Gripping on your neck tightly as if they want to tangle you.

You move desperately in his grip.When you can free yourself,you stomp toward his feet and decide to run.Arriving inside the shop,you pay the bill and leave the mall as soon as possible.

“Hansu want to stay.”

“Let’s come next time.”

“But I want to..pwease?”Oh that baby voice.You decide to take him to the park. Remember there is a place for him to drain his energy.

Time skip

“He fall asleep in the class.”One of the staff hand him toward me.I grip onto his body and carry him in my arms.One of the guard try to reach out for his body to help me.I tell him it’ll wake him up anyway if I’m not the one who hold him.

“You were such a great mother.”With her words,I blush. 

“Well I’m just his nanny.”

“Then he must love you so much.He can’t stop talking about you.”She smiles. Finally I bid her a good bye and we all go back to the mansion.

Seokjin is cooking the meal today since he wants to surprise his son.He didn’t cook for awhile so his skill might be rusty.Hansu always love his meal.He prepare the dish and everything.

You without knowing enter the living room.Your foot step alert Jin that both of you’re back.Jin come out to greet both of you.When he arrives,your eyes widen. Seeing him in something which isn’t a suite make your heart burt with flame.He is indeed charming.You think of it and start blushing.

“Y/N are you okay?Do you have fever?”He walks closer to you.You step back until your thigh hit the sofa.He gently put his hand toward your forehead.Staring at you.His face keep coming closer and closer.

“Appa..you’re back?”Hansu voice interupt you both.Jin pull himself back and walk to Hansu.Picking his son up,he tell his son what is waiting for him.

Hansu eyes lit up with excitement.The meal goes on smoothly.Hansu tell his day to his father.You like always report Hansu bahavior.Jin nod along before sontinue his meal.

“Also you can call me Jin if you want.”

“Is that okay for you?”

“Of course,you’re my son teacher and a friend of mine anyway.”

You feel delight yet upset at the same time.‘What did you expect him to say y/n?’ You scold yourself in your head.When he calls you friend at least that should make you happe.Why are you sitting here upset?

“You don’t need to wash the dish.”

“It won’t be fair if you work only,will it?”You continue to clean the dish.Scrubbing then until it shine,you wash the bubble out with tap water.Jin notice something around your neck.A red mark strech around your skin.

“Who hurt you?”The question make you startle.

“N..no on..one”You stutter.He step closer until there’s no gaps between you both. Trace his hand down the line.His touch dance around your skin.Giving you an electric shock.

“I hate liar so don’t do it and answer.”He whisper.This time with his deep husky voice.It impact leave your body shake.Your breathe get caught up in the throat.

Without warning,you feel something like a plush touch your lips.Eyes glance down to see his lips on yours.Your eyes widen.He doesn’t seem to flinch and continue to taste your lips.You eyes then slowly close and lips chase the rythm of the kiss.

“Strawberry...” He mumbles.

He start trailing down from the lips to your jaw line.Moving smoothly down the skin of yours which flushing red.When he arrive your neck line,he keeps sucking on the same spot.

“We should stop.”The sense in you suddenly kick in.You push him with the best strength you have.You are panting and face blushing with crimson red.He doesn’t look different.You both glance up and meet each other eyes.

“I’m sorry..y/n.”He speaks like he regrets it.Apart of him want to claim you so bad while the other part pull him back.He shouldn’t be like this.He shouldn’t throw himself on you.

After the incident,you both let a week passed without talking to each other.Jin start burried himself with the work at the company.Hansu seems upset that his father didn’t have time for him again.

For you,you try your best to focus on Hansu.Taking care of him and teaching him well.You know why Jin acting like this.To be honest,you didn’t dare to face him either.

“Hansu-ah I’ll be in the kitchen for a moment.”You tell a little boy who is working on his exercise that you give.You walk through the door into the kitchen.Picking a glass of water then leave.

“Hansu did you finish your work?”

“Yes noona,I fi-”He didn’t finish his sentence when all of sudden a gun shot throught window.You quickly rush to the boy and pick him up.

“Are any of you outside.Please come and help!”You scream.Two guards enter the house with the guns in there hand.Pointiing to the window.

“Please take care of him,I’ll inform Seokjin.”You hand a boy toward one of them. Hansu cry out with fear.

“We’ll protect you.Be a good boy ok?”You rush to the phone around the the TV.You pick it up and call Seokjin immediately.

“Who is calling?”It must be his secretary,you think.

“Please I need Seokjin right now.I’m his nanny.”The line then reach to Jin in no time.You explain what happen.Hansu sobbing voice can be hear ieven though it is a fade noise.

“I’ll be there.”The line end and you check Hansu.The guard hand him and you calm him down.Waiting for Seokjin to present in the house.

The sound of the engine alert you that he arrives.The door brek apart,bangin to the wall.Jin waltz into the living room.Seeing Hansu cry in your arms,he reaches out for his son.

“Shhh appa is here...it’s ok now.”He calm his son whose sob get quieter.

Jin look around the room which turn into a mess.Glasses shatter everywhere. Bullet holes presents here and there.He wants to scream at his guards so bad,but he keep his temper.The fear of Hansu break down again stop him.

“I will talk to you both later.Leave.”

His guards shiver from his command.The voice of Alpha with that amber eyes making them obey without hesitation.You look at Jin.Noticing his shining amber eyes.You want to ask what’s wrong, but you afraid it will make him mad.You then look at Hansu and then ask the boy.

“Are you alright dear?”Asking with your voice soft like an angel while petting his head.He nod and you can feel the vibration of his head.

“Good boy.Big boy doesn’t cry remember.”You try to cheer him up.

Again you glance at Seokjin.His breathe hitch while stare back at you.He doesn’t sure whether it’s his temper or your face this close to him that make his breathe irregular.

“You have something to tell me right?”You ask.Don’t dare to push his button.

“I think it’s the time for you to know.”He sigh.His eyes turn into a regret one. Showing you how upset and embarrase he is right now.

Both of you walk into his bedroom.He close the door and lay his son down onto the soft matress.You sit on it beside him.When he sit down,he makes sure he leave some space between you and him.He doesn’t want you to be scare.

“Well you see that scene downstairs.Also I already tell the reason I didn’t bring Hansu to a normal school.”You nod along his sentences.

“Actually I have a more specific reasons for that.”You look at his serious feature. 

“And is it relate to what happened awhile ago?”

“Yes indeed.”He glance down to the floor.He doesn’t know how to tell this story. However,you need to know.You just got into this mess minutes ago because of him.You deserve a right to know.

“We aren’t a normal citizen and you could see from the first time.Huge mansion along with guards and maids might be normal to rich family.Perhaps we aren’t only an ordinary ‘rich’ family.”He stops.He feel the hesitaion for the next thing he says.

As if you can sens his feeling,you reach your hands to him.Softly caress his to make him calm down.An electric spark through his body so does your.You both try to ignore it.

“I won’t judge you if that is going to make thing easy for you to tell me.”H look at you again.Searching your eyes to see you tell a truth or lie.

“We’re a mafia.”Your heart stop for a moment.The shiver run down your spine and he senses it.His wolf also howl in agony.Preparing you to leave this place without mating you.

“A..mafia?Like a mobster with cliche dealing,killing and...”

“Yes but we aren’t that low.We have rules and we didn’t like to put innocent people in danger just like those.”He explain how his worlds work and all.You try to keep up with the new information you just get from him.

“And like I say we aren’t normal.I mean it.”

“And how you guys aren’t ‘normal’?”

Hansu was playing in the playground.It was around the noon and all the kids got their free time.

The boy was playing by himself.Sitting on the swing,he played alone like always. He was a quiet boy and didn’t feel good to be around a lot of people.The other kids found his behaviour weird so they didn’t like him.

He got tease and bullied everyday.That day was the last day he could put up with it.

“Leave we don’t want you to play around here.”

“A weirdo like you deserve no one to play with.”He sighed and left.He didn’t want to have problem with anyone.However,one of the kids picked his last straw.

“How sad, no friend and what else....no mother?”Jin get called to the school by the principal in the middle of his meeting.

He came to pick Hansu up.They informed that his beloved son got in a fight.When he arrived,he witnessed his boy fangs.Blood dripped down from the side of his mouth.That day,Hansu bit his classmate arm.

Jin found out that Hansu had problem with the kids in school and he couldn’t control his wolf yet.The anger would make his wolf took over and acted out. Hansu begged him to quit the school and Jin did it.

Afterward he assigned a tutor or took Hansu to the darecare.Sometimes the maids and guards  in his house would take care of the boy for him.His friends would come to play with the boy if they had time.

“Thank you for save him.I appriciate it.He can’t stop talking about you after that incident.It seems like he already bond to you.Wolf bond tend to be a strong one especially for him who have no parrents since the beginning.”

“But you are his parent,aren’t you?”You ask.

“No he is my god son.I just take care of him for the sake of my dead twin brother.”He asnwer with honesty.Your heart break with this sad cliche story.This man in the dark world he live,he still take care of a pure boy to grow like good kid af of he’s an angel.

“I understand if you want to leave.I’ll take care of your salary and all.I will need you to have body guards for awhile unti I clear this mess.After that you can be free all you want.”

Jin speak with an upset tone.He knows he doesn’t want you to leave.He wants you to stay.Despite his feeling,he can’t force you.It’s your life so it’s your choice to decide whether to leave or stay.

You on the other hand have a fight in your head.One side tell you to leave while the other tell you to stay.You can’t decide this filling that mixing up in your chest. You feel numbness crept all over your body.

“Appa...Appa...”Hansu rubs his eyes.He slowly awake from his sleep after tireness from crying.

Seeing the boy fragile body wrap around his father.Seeing how naive he was, how this boy grow up into an innocent child in this kind of environment.you come up with your decision.

“I will stay.”

Your decision that day really make Jin shed in tears.After listening to his story and go through things that rough,he has no hope for your presence to be still by his side.

He makes sure to protect both of you.For you,your life is normal.After incident nothing bad happen yet.You can enjoy your time with Hansu.Feeling a little sad when you need to quit the daycare,but you visit there sometimes.

The guards always stick around you and Hansu.Jin order them too.However,you want them to not feel akward as well as Hansu.You talk to them casually like friends and let them get to know Hansu.They turn into basically another babysitters who help you.

“Hansu want to go to toilet.”A little boy shake the hem of your shirt.You let him go with one of the guard.He beg to sit on the guard neck.

You with another guard,walking inside the store.It’s nearly Jin birthday and you want to surprise him.You don’t really know what to pick,but you follow Hansu opinion.The guard also help you for that.

Twenty minutes pass and none of them come back.You start getting worry. Getting the gift inside the bag,you with the guard immediately leave.The guard then get into the restroom to check.

“Hey are you okay?”With that voice,you bang into the men restroom.There are no one inside,lucky.

“I’m sorry...*cough..ma’am.”He coughs out blood.Your face drain all color.You all get in the car.Taking him to the mansion.

“You can’t go alone.”

“No you guys need to stay here.I think I need to inform the police.”

“But master will be mad.He doesn’t like police to...*cough*”The guys still cough out.You wonder what he has got to become in this state.

“I call Jin.Can we think of anyway to find Hansu?”You try your best to stay calm. You need to think wise and being panic isn’t going to help.

You let the other guards work on tracking Hansu.Yourself hop onto the cars and drives to Jin company.One the other hand,he is in the middle of dealing.You call him before arrive the face,but he didn’t answer.

“God damn,pick it up Jin...please.”You feel like crying right now.Everything hits you. ‘No focus.’ You keep that in your head.

Running into the building is the first thing your instinc tell when you arrive.You can’t even wait for the elevator so you run up the stair case.Reaching his dealing,you knock on the door.

“I hope you reconsider the deal.Thank you for coming today,Mr.Cha.”Jin bow to the elder.The screen then fade black.When he open the door,your face appear which make him startle.

“Why are you here?What happen with you?”He asks worriedly.

“Hansu..he got...huh...kidnap.”He brings you inside the room.Locking the door, you start explaining everything.

“Hello...my old friend,how are you doing?”The screen turn on all of sudden.Jin face turn into an ager one while his fold his hand into a fist.Knuckles turn white like no blood running.

“What with that face...I thought you want to see your boy?”

The man step aside and reveal Hansu.His heart shattered into pieces when he sees his boy tied up with the chair.Blood running down the little guy head.He is unconsious.

“Remember my deal and you can get the boy,48 hourse from now...”With that,the screen fade black again.

48 hours or he won’t see Hansu,no more.

“Anything yet?”You ask the team.You really want to reach for the police.Thinking again,you can’t do that since it’ll be a risk for Jin not only a threat for that guy.

“Do you remember the face of that guy who give you a wolf bane?”You ask.

“Yes ma’am,he was..around this and with the mask cover his face.His eyes glow like red with a tatto on his neck...”He tries to remember the picture of that day.

Jin is in his room,talking to no one.He blames himself for everything.He is frustrate with everything.Staring at the grey painted wall with the clock that ticking make him feel sick.His head is mess up and washing his face didn’t help.

36 hours left

Searching and searching,there is no clue where is Hansu.No one in the house dare to sleep.Not when the boss is growl in anger inside the house.You decide to go and check him.You drag your lifeless body with two feets of yours and approach his room.Getting closer and closer,you can hear his voice.How it’s agony and tired.

Entering the room through wooden door,you see a mess.Everything has been wreck by a man who is now sitting on his bed.Two hands graps tightly on his head.The fresh red stream run down his muscular arms.

“Jin...Seokjin...”You look at him with fear.Instantaneously,you pick the kit up and start applying his wound.Cuts and bruises are all over the place.

“You shouldn’t..”

“No this is my fault..mine.”He speaks with a tired voice.It will crack up and cry any time.Everything in the room turn into silence mode and get more and more tense.

“I swear to my brother to protect him with my life.I’m an idiot,a loser.”Hitting his point,he cry out.

The man can’t bear this stress and fear anymore.Not when his little boy,his pup,is in danger and shit like that.The phone ring.Jin is going to throw it when you stop.You decide to pick up the call and answer the caller.Opening the speaker.

“Hyung you finally pick up.”

“Uhhh who is this?”

“You’re not hyung?Eh..this voice,are you Y/N?”

“Yes..”When you try to ask him,he cut off.

“Great,can you please get this call to him.Nice to meet you by the way,I am Jungkook.”Hope lit up in Jin mind,his eyes shine once again.

“Jungkook-ah....I need your help.”

24 hours left

“I will find my little buddy,don’t worry and stay calm hyung.”Jungkook assure his brother before working on the screen.

The guards know who he was.Seeing his presence make them feel relieve. Jungkook is alliance of Jin and he’s good with hacking.That’s all you know. Other things,you are goinf to find out now.

“That son of a bitch seriously put a high fence.Aye those two,insert the code I give you.”The guards beside him follow his instrustion.

“Did Hansu wear the watch?”Jungkook ask out of the blue.

“Uhuh he always.”You answer.

“Then that’s great.”He smile like a maniac while typing a lot of alian language into the computer.He looks like a psycho,you won’t lie.Regardless,he’s our only hope right now.

“What’s with this guy an his stupid deal....wanna get our groups.I’ll tell this to Namjoon hyung once I leave here.”He still types the mass numbers and letters on the computer.Coming to the last line,the click sound appear in thin air.

“Ready to get your boy?”

6 hours left

“Uhhh can I call the police, at least for support?” You ask them. Everything in the van is silent. No one speak. Jungkook has a laptop on his lap while the guards listen to order. 

“Things is going to get messy and we don’t want to drag those men to mess it up even more. Also, we have our guests on the way.” Jungkook sentences make you frown. Wondering who are they. However, seeing Jin face with a little relieve, you sense that they are going to be good helpers. 

“I thought you will abandon this annoying kid.” Hearing the voice, your memory of that day kick in.

“You! That idiot man.” Everyone shock after you outburst and point at the guy who kidnapped Hansu.

“And you are that brave girl. My plan would have completed if you hadn’t saved the boy.”

“What’s going on here?” Jin whisper toward you. You immediately explain him. His blood boiling even more after you finish the story.

“And also, where’s our deal, Mr. Seokjinssi?” Jin grit his teeth. Jungkook is on the van with some guards. He insists to not get inside, but he will handle other things.

“500,000,000 Million dollars, enough for you?” Jin approach the guy with a thick suitcase. The guy open and see stacks of money. His eyes glow up, but immediately become dull.

“But I want your gang, I think it worth more than these money.” 

“Get Hansu to us first.” You speak. You don’t really know where does the braveness come from, but you want Hansu to be back in your arm. The footsteps then aproach you and Jin.

The little boy finally in front of you guys; however, He was beaten up. Cuts and bruises are al over his body. The poor boy is nearly unconscious, while those guys drag him into this place.

Jin can’t control himself anymore and start punching the man. The fight start and other members enter in. Both Jin members and that guy’s members fight in the warehouse. You find a chance to pick up Hansu.

Gun sound appear in the air and everywhere gets bloody. You only see this as a chance to get Hansu, so you find a way until you reach the biy and pick him up. However, something is behind you nape. A cold mental touch harshly and leave the sting. Making you fall from your feet.

“Y/N!!!” He triess to reach you, but he can’t. Now you are on the floor with the gun in front of your face. Hearing the click sound, you tighten your embrace toward Hansu.

“Hansu, noona love you.” The boy sense something bad is going to happen and he cries. 

“You son of a bitch!” 

You feel nothing. The sound disappear. You open your eyes to see Jin in front of you. His eyes change into bright amber, fangs come out of his mouth and claws appear from his hand.The sight of his state should make you feel scare yet you feel nothing like that. You feel safe and sigh out with relieve.

“Do you want to control this gang that much?” He turns around and see the face of that man full with fear. You look around and see the states of his members. They are the same as their boss.

“Leave here.” He speaks and give you to one of his guard. 

Jin POV. 

After Y/N and Hansu get outside with my guard. The fight begins again. However, this time everything become messier. I slash, bite and snap every single being that is in my way; even though, their men keep flooding inside.

*splash*

All of sudden, those men die. The sight of their body disect and randomly goes to different corner of the room make everyone stop. Blood stream down from the wall and some trickle down from the roof.

Dark magenta eyes appear from afar along with the navy blue eyes. I know who are those people. Thinking of them, I sigh out with relieve. I need to thank Jungkook later then.

“You need to thank me later, I was having a good nap at home.” A voice appear.

“I see my lovely god son and I’m really not happy about it. Who did it hyung?”

“Quit asking and help me.” I demand and the figures appear from the shadow. Yoongi and Taehyung approach me with their guns and bombs. 

Their body are covering with blood. Yoongi carry a wooden box. I’m wondering for awhile until he approach the ‘boss’ of this group. Gripping his neck up from the floor, the man whimper. 

“I’ll leave....I will...”

“Useless, answer me, who hire you to follow him?” Yoongi ask.

“And I want an honest answer. You want to just disappear from here after what you have made, right?” Taehyung play with his knives. That guy can be a psycho sometimes. To be honest, all of us are.

“I..can’t...he...”

“Enough with the talk then. Sleep well.” Yoongi chop of his head after Taehyung finish speaking. 

His members look at the scene with the horror face. They all try to run for their lives. However, every side of the warehouse close down by someone. The sound of panting and groaning in pain are echoing inside. 

This is the end of them.

Author POV.

Let say everything finally end. Hansu is safe so does Y/N. Jungkook contacted Taehyung that day. Luckily, Yoongi was also with him; discussing about new work from Namjoon.

The others knew about Hansu in no time and after a week, they all visit Hansu. Namjoon and Hoseok made sure the news wouldn’t reach police. Jimin with Taehyung played with Hansu all the time. The little boy recovered from trauma quicker than the doctor expect.

“So hyung, I heard you found your mate?” Hoseok ask Jin.

“Of course hyung, she is beautiful and brave. However, poor her, she needs to deal with this old man.” Jungkook tease.

“Well when you ready send me the card. I’ll make sure I’m free to go to your wedding.” Jimin lit his cigarrete.

“I need to be the best man though.” Jin roll his eyes after Taehyung sentence. He sighs and just shut them up by changing the topic. Sadly, the topic begins again when you step into the scene.

“We are ba... oh, I’m so sorry.” You walk into the room with Hansu in your embrace. Jin walk toward you two and take Hansu from your embarce. Everyone there watch their biggest brother have a sweat moment with his future wife.

“Ahem..Ahem... Hyung, we are here.” Hoseok and Jimin clear their throat on purpose. You immediately look down.

“You guys make the girl startle.” Yoongi, who usually don’t join the tease, speak.

“Aish stop before I kick you guys out.” Jin reply with irritated voice.

“Not try to be disrespectful, but I’m still your boss.” Namjoon claim and walk toward you. He starts introducing himself and everyone in the room. The chat last long for awhile before everyone seperate. Bidding each other a goodbye.

“Now it’s our time.” Jin backhug you and kiss your cheek. Your cheek start blushing. Your body feel hot all of sudden. Jin do nothing, but chuckle with your reaction.

“Ready to eat?” He whisper.

“Jinssi...you...” You flush even more and hit his arm. He laugh and then speak again.

“What do you think? I mean the dinner. Hansu is going to be down here soon.”

‘It’s the time you idiot!’ The wolf scream in Jin’s head. Jin sigh and tell him to shut up.

‘This is the time bro. Before the kiddo wake up.’

“You look...so serious. What’s up?” You ask.

“Uhhh the thing is...you are my...mate.” You give him a puzzled look. Trying to understand what’s the meaning behind that.

“What is it? What are you trying to tell me?” You ask again, but Jin only sigh. He doesn’t know how to explain it.

‘Maybe it’s not the time yet.’

‘Explain idiot, before I take control.’ His wolf growl in his head. Making Jin feel dizzy.

“Huh it’s...I....” A voice interrupt him.

“Noona...please be my mom. Appa just ask you to be my mom. You are his other half and I want you to be my mom.”

“Hansu...” You are now speechless.

‘Great you just et the kid ask her instead of you. What a coward.’

‘Shut it, at least it will help her to easily accept us.’ Jin talk back to his wolf.

“Please, accept me.” Jin beg you this time. His voice is soft yet showing how desperate he wants you. 

“If noona don’t accept, I’ll cry.” 

Hansu eyes start welling up with tears. Gosh, you feel like you have been attack by these two. However, you can’t deny your feeling especially after everything that happen. You really love Hansu like your real son. You can sacrifice anything to keep this boy happy. And, you’ve already accept Jin. 

“Hansu...call me eomma from now alright.” Hansu look at you with his eyes widen. Suddenly, the boy runs to you and you lift him up. 

“Eomma, I love you.” The boy hug you tight. Burrying his face into your neck. Jin also doesn’t waste his time and hug you. Turning you around, his lips connect with yours. Both you savor the moment for awhile until Hansu voice appear again.

“Appa I’m hungry....” Jin seperate from you and take Hansu with him. You chuckle and follow both of them into the kitchen. 

Helping a mafia child seems to not bad huh

Hi every bypasser, I’m back. Finally I got my blog back. I hope you enjoy this one. I rush through this fic before my ideas disappear so I’m so sorry if you spot lots of mistakes. Thank you.

#kpop BTS #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #kpop bts fanfic #bts fic #bts x reader #bts x you #bts x army #kim namjoon #bts kim namjoon #bts rm #BTS rap monster #kim seokjin #bts seokjin #BTS jin #wolf jin x reader #min yoongi #BTS suga #bts yoongi #jung hoseok #bts jhope #bts hoseok #park jimin #bts jimim #kim taehyung #bts taehyung #bts v #jeon jungkook #BTS jungkook #bts au fic

[youarejesting]

[Masterlist] Please tag me in your work if you use my prompts. I want to see your work. Ever your Jester.

Tell me your birthday and I will tag you on your special day!

═══════ ೋღ ღೋ ═══════

            April 2nd - 8th

═══════ ೋღ ღೋ ═══════

Kim Seokjin: Party

As the son of a noble family and an eligible bachelor Kim Seokjin was betrothed at a young age. Jin remembers crying almost every night because his future wife looked like a pig. He hated every new year celebration where he had to see her and take a photo. She had started making fun of his gorgeous face when they were teens. 

“Father I don’t want to marry her she is a pig” He stomped his foot upset “Can’t I choose someone I actually love, just keep your mouth shut and take the photo with her”

“Mother he looks like an alpaca and he is mean, he has been oinking behind my back” You begged. Your mother didn’t say a word and pushed you in front of the cameraman. 

“Now stay still for at least thirty seconds” the man called ducking under the curtain. 

“Why do they make me do this with you?” Slapping him across the face the flash went off and you both froze confused before you ran off.

You hadn’t gone back to a new years party since that is until you turned twenty, your parents and his were outraged that their children were not already married. You sat in the chair as your mother wrapped you in a dark rose coloured skirt and helped you into a navy blue jegori that was tied around your chest with a ribbon. Your hair was twisted into a braid and makeup looking very alluring.

Over the years you had grown into your body, you weren’t very thin but your proportions were much more mature. Walking slowly across the hall you, politely greeting other families and your mother smiled. “Wow Kim Seokjin looks Handsome today, I am so glad we decided to have your outfits match you will look so good together, come let’s get a photo”

You didn’t fight it, just wanting it to be over before it had even begun, you stood in front of the cameraman your arms crossed.

“You haven’t gotten any taller since I last met you” Seokjin smirked as he was now towering over you. “Not even a hello, are your manners still as poor as the last time we met, should I protect my face”

“Listen, I don’t like this as much as you do, so just shut up and smile” you hissed looking up at him, cursing your heart for racing at the sight of him. His eyes seemed to soften and explore your face, you were both frozen long enough for the flash of the camera, your cheeks grew hot as you turned away.

Min Yoongi: Lie

“The Tooth fairy isn’t real mummy,” your daughter said to you with a smile

“What do you mean?” You were horrified your daughter’s childhood wonder and innocence had been corrupted. “Of course the tooth fairy is real who told you that?”

“Daddy said, the tooth fairy, Santa and the Easter bunny are just Mummy and Daddy giving me secret gifts” She smiled “So thank you for the train set mummy I loved it, and the archery set, and the book of robin hood”

You sent her off to play with her toys in the room, making a direct route to Yoongi’s office where he was writing an important email. You were furious. “You told our daughter that the easter bunny, Santa and the tooth fairy weren’t real. What is wrong with you she is 4 years old, and you just” You were crying “she was my little girl”

“She is still your little girl, but she asked me why Santa only brought her one present last year and why the tooth fairy takes a week to arrive. Look I told her in a way that was gentle and she wasn’t upset, she said that she is thankful that we buy her the presents and that Santa shouldn’t get the credit for our hard work trying to make money for gifts. She said that it was weird thinking some man would come into our house at night to leave presents.”

Jung Hoseok: Maps

“Map of the souls” you read the icon confused having no memory of downloading the app. Opening it curiously. Music began playing it looked pretty fancy, you watched as it showed you a map of the world. 

-Click To Begin-

You clicked and it zoomed in exactly where your finger had pressed, “what is happening?” You tapped the screen some more wanting the introduction video to whatever game this was to be over. 

You saw a few dots on the screen moving around in a town, “you hummed and clicked on a barely-there dot and it smiled showing you a profile, you were so confused what was this game. And who was Jung Hoseok?

Jung Hoseok is upset. Try to cheer him up. 

-Send Gift-

-Send Message-

-Call-

You decided to send a gift, hoping this wouldn’t cost you money but what came up were real-life places. “This is Hoseok's favourite restaurant would you like to order his favourites and have them delivered, what the hell is this game?”

You ordered the food and sent it to his location. And added a message. “Hey try to cheer up, friend” you closed the app confused when a short time later you got a notification of a video. It was real footage of Hoseok receiving your gift. He got so excited. Cute. 

Kim Namjoon: First Contact

Namjoon paced back and forth, what was it going to be like, this would change his world forever. He was scared this alien thing was going to take over everything he could hardly breathe. All he saw was white coats passing the halls and the god awful noises inside. 

“We are ready for you now?” A white coat peeked their head through the door their voice muffled by the mask they were wearing. He nodded, following their orders. Being lead deeper into the foreign space. 

He heard the cries and saw you looking absolutely exhausted from the torture this alien brought. He walked over giving you a kiss before looking down into your arms to see the being responsible. 

His heart melted, it was his baby. He finally accepted everything, when the tiny fist caught his finger he swore he would protect his son with his life. 

Park Jimin: Grow

You were travelling through a black market website, there was something slightly illegal you wanted to buy but the seller was currently out of stock, you hummed ignoring the human trafficking and organs for transplant you scrolled past a picture of seeds, you looked. “Grow your own boyfriend”

You laughed and bought the product for fun. Not expecting anything to come in the mail you were surprised when there was a small package. Opening the package you found a packet of seeds, you read these instructions and planted watered it over time a flower started to grow, it was an odd plant so you weren’t too worried. 

The plant was growing a large pumpkin. You watched it everyday growing bigger and bigger until you had reached the supposed harvest day you heard a noise from inside singing.

“Hello?” You asked

“Hello” a voice called back “what’s your name?”

“Uh y/n”

“My names Jimin” 

“Would you like to come out now?” You asked cracking open a little, inside of the pumpkin he was sitting cross-legged and naked looking at the light you had made. 

Kim Taehyung: Sheets

Taehyung didn’t want to get out of bed, so in a moment of brilliance he was struck with an idea, he ripped the sheets from the bed. Running through the house to the living room, he began hanging the sheet and frowned. 

This wouldn’t work, he grabbed more sheets from the linen cupboard and started hanging them here and there. Even grabbing the beach umbrella from the garage door a roof. He kept working until he made a fort, he took some old Christmas lights and hung them inside. He went in and sat inside but it was kind of boring. 

Back to the cupboard he grabbed more sheets and extended his house around the television. He sat inside watching television but he grew quite warm. He wheeled the portable air cooler from the spare room and wheeled it into the space the tube of hot air he placed it out a nearby window. 

The door opened and he giggled silently in his extravagant hut. “Taehyung honey are these out good sheets” 

“Uh no,” you climbed inside and he gave a sheepish smile “I love you”

Jeon Jungkook: Sorry 

“I am sorry, I am so sorry. This is all my fault forgive me” He was clutching you to his chest crying harder than you were.

“One more push Mrs Jeon” You tried to muster up as much strength as you could breathing deeply and pushing like your life depended on it because at this moment it sure did feel like it did. 

“Congratulations, it’s a baby boy” Jungkook kissed you brushing your damp hair off your face, the baby was crying as he cut the cord and it only made him cry harder at the sound.

“Where are they taking him?” Jungkook was trying to follow the bundle. He watched as they did a heel prick the baby was crying tears pouring down Jungkook’s face, it took a few scared nurses to hold him back.

“Kookie I don’t feel so good, can you get the nurse?” he grabbed your hand and called the nurse over and she checked

“Uh Mr and Mrs Jeon Congratulations, you have twins, you have to push again for me, okay?”

“Kookie, it hurts, please I can’t do this again”

“I am sorry, I am right here. I love you. Your my wife, you aren’t weak. Your a badass bitch come on baby, kick births ass” Though he said the words so unconvincingly through tears had given you the strength to keep going. 

“Congratulations it’s a girl!

These are prompts feel free to use them just tag me as I want to read what people create.

#bangtan #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan seonyeondan #bangtan boys #bts imagines #bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts fic #bts prompts #bts 365 #BTS365Prompts #bts365 #bts birthdays #bts x reader #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #jin x reader #suga x reader #jhope x reader #namjoon x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #birthday prompts

[trashinaglass-archive]

Angel

Y/n cares for Tom in the hospital

Request: I had this idea that was inspired from the Couple Interview. Since YN is a nurse, she did modeling to pay for her tuition (Izzy from Greys Anatomy,) one day Tom has to go to the hospital for a stunt or whatever and he’s so out of it, he thinks she’s an angel. I think that would be cute 🙈

A/n: Wasn’t sure if you meant this as couple or not, but I felt that would make it more dramatic so I did that. I also don’t work in the ER so I don’t know how to use medical terms and I don’t really know what happens after getting off the ambulance so soz if it’s a little wrong😂

Tonight was your shift for the emergency room, fun disguised in gore. You always had the coolest stories coming out of work- one patient did this while drunk, another did this at a party, this one was just stupid, etc. You really did love your job. It was when one pretty face came in that you weren’t excited to see.

You were exiting a patient room as you saw them come in, your name being called as they passed you. You quickly moved to walk with the bed as the EMT explained what happened to the doctor.

“Accident on a film set- 23 year old male. Hit his head, laceration on impact with possible concussion. Complaints of pain in right brachium and acromial regions.”

“I’m gonna kill you,” you mutter as you finally get a clear view of the boy in the bed, eyes wide and looking around at everything.

“Know this one?” The doctor asked hearing your comment as he closed the curtain.

“Boyfriend,” you informed him as you started an iv in his arm.

“Is this heaven because you sure look like an angel,” Tom said, looking up at you.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be- just keep talking to us, handsome,” you answered as you stuck the needle in his arm.

“Can you tell me your name, son?” The doctor asked, taking his pen light and shining it in his eyes. Tom jerked away from the light, not answering his question. The doctor repeated himself, but Tom only wanted to look at you.

“You’re so pretty,” he said, his speech slurred. You looked at the doctor.

“Ask him some questions he knows, see how he answers,” he told you as he began checking the cut on the back of his head. You looked down at Tom, continuing your vital check.

“Can you tell me your full name?” You asked him.

“Thomas Stanley Holland.”

“What’s your birthday?”

“June first.”

“How many siblings do you have?”

“Um... four?”

“Can you tell me what happened, Tom?” You asked, keeping your voice collected but beginning to worry about your boy. He looked confused at your question, brows furrowing with thought.

“Harrison?” He said confused, looking to you for confirmation.

“Harrison was with you?” You asked, Tom nodding slowly. “Can you tell me how you fell?” Tom looked at you again, shaking his head no. “Okay. Can you tell me my name?” You asked him.

“Princess,” He answered. ‘Well he isn’t completely wrong,’ you thought knowing it was a petname he called you often. You heard the doctor chuckle before looking at you.

“Moderate concussion with an inch laceration. We’ll get him closed up, send him for an x-ray on that arm and a ct scan because I know you’ll want one,” he told you, you muttering a ‘thank you’ as he removed his gloves getting supplies to clean and staple the wound shut. “I want to admit him overnight just to keep an eye on him.”

“Okay,” you said, taking a moment to be a girlfriend. “How does your head feel?” You asked Tom, your hand reaching out to push the hair out of his face. He didn’t say anything again, his jaw clinched and eyes closed. “Nauseous?” You asked, he nodded his head as much as he could without the doctor getting on to him.

He told you to give him some medication through his iv- one for the nausea, one for the pain. Once the doctor finished stapling his head closed, you and another nurse helped him into a wheel chair where he was taken to radiology. You went to check if Harrison was in the waiting room while he was doing that.

You looked around the occupied room for anyone that looked familiar but heard him calling your name instead.

“Y/n!” Harrison called as he walked up to you. “How is he?”

“He has a concussion, doctor had to do four staples for his cut. He’s going for an x-ray and ct now,” you caught him up. “What happened?”

“A stunt mishap,” he told you. “He was connected to the wires, jumping over shit, and one broke dropping him straight on his head. He didn’t tell you?”

“He’s out of it. When I asked, all he could tell me was your name. Said he has four siblings, and when I asked him to tell me my name, he said ‘princess’. I couldn’t read if that was him just being dazed or what, but I’m trying my hardest not to freak out.”

“Don’t freak out. He’ll be okay- he’s under the best care, you know that,” Harrison tried to reassure you.

“I know, but-“ you stopped and took a breath, not wanting to psych yourself out. “Did you call Nikki? Dom?”

“No, I wanted to wait for the verdict first.”

“Let them know. They’re going to keep him overnight so I’ll be here with him.”

“Do you need me to get you anything from home?”

“I’d love a change of clothes,” you said with a sigh. “And probably some for Tom too for tomorrow. I gotta head back, but I’ll get you when he’s in a room,” you told him. “Thanks, Haz!”

You walked back to the room as Tom was being wheeled back. “My angel left me!” He exclaimed as he saw you.

“Sorry, gorg,” you said, watching as the doctor entered the room, x-ray in hand.

“Nothing’s broken, just a contusion to the muscle. We’re going to go ahead and move him to a room,” he told you. “I’d love to give you the rest of your shift off to be with him, but that’s not my place. Just two more hours. He’ll be okay.” He pat your shoulder before telling the techs which room to move him to.

“See you soon, handsome,” you said, your hand running over his arm before he was taken away.

. . .

The two hours couldn’t have been longer. Seems like since Tom was moved, everything slowed down. A good thing, but you were constantly thinking about him. As soon as the clock hit seven, you were hurrying up with the patient you had, sending him out with discharge instructions and clocking out.

You met Harrison in the waiting room again, seeing him with a familiar bag in his hand. “I forgot,” you said as you walked up to him. “I didn’t mean to leave you waiting.”

“It’s okay, I understand,” he assured you. “Can we go see the div now?”

You nodded your head and led the way to the room you were told, not stopping to talk to anyone. You opened the door, finding Tom alone on the bed, eyes closed as he slept. You made your way over to him, rubbing your hand over his to gently wake him.

“Hey there, sunshine,” you said with a smile. “How you feeling?” You watched as his brows furrowed, groaning as he woke.

“My head hurts,” he told you.

“Yeah?” You asked, happy to hear him sounding more normal than when he first arrived. “What happened? I heard you took a hard fall?”

“The wire snapped,” he told you, rubbing his hand over his eyes. “I think I blacked out, but I can’t remember.”

“It’s okay. You’re going to be okay,” you told him.

“Hey, mate,” Harrison said, Tom turning to look at his friend. “You had me scared for a second there.”

“Makes for an interesting story at least,” Tom said, a soft smirk on his lips.

“Sure does,” Harrison laughed. “I have to get going, but I’m glad you’re okay.”

After Harrison left, Tom was quick to go back to sleep, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You changed into the clothes Harrison brought, silently thanking every being for not having a shift tomorrow as you placed the scrubs in the bag. You grabbed a blanket and cuddled into the chair next to Tom’s bed, facing him as you pulled up Netflix on your phone and put in your headphones, glancing back and forth between the screen and the boy in front of you.

You didn’t know when you fell asleep, but you were woken up by the doctor from earlier. You looked to Tom seeing him talking to a nurse as the doctor spoke to you. “Sorry to wake you. Here are his ct scans. Everything’s normal- he’s going to be just fine.”

“Thank you,” you replied softly.

“Of course. I’ll see you two in the morning,” he said goodbye to Tom and walked out, the nurse following suit. You looked back to Tom seeing him looking at you.

“Not going to share?” He asked, noticing the flashing light from your phone.

“Unfortunately along with rest for a concussion comes no television, phones, books,” you told him with a shrug. “You get to stay in bed and sleep.”

“Great,” He said sarcastically.

“I got a lengthy email from the director about your accident,” you informed Tom. “He’s going to get a lengthy reply from an angry nurse who had to care for her own boyfriend at work. Just know if they start treating you differently, it’s because of that.”

He breathed out a laugh, reaching his hand out for yours to hold. “Thank you.” You smiled, leaning over to place a kiss to his knuckles, watching as he went to sleep again.

“I love you,” you whispered back, hoping tomorrow would be a lot better than today was.

Taglist: @lucychg @yourwonderbelle @rageyoudamnednerd @maliburumofficial @cutiepiemimi13 @happywolves81 @lifeandloveandhappiness @madeinthemidnightmemories @castellandiangelo @meaganjm @spnobsessedmemes @h-oneyholland @babylsn @harrydesires @xxtomxo @lizzyclifford13-blog @green-lxght​ @zabdisamor @takemetooneverlanddd @rororo06 (add yourself here)

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland blurb #tom holland x reader

[unfolded73]

Fiancés (1/1) -schitt’s creek ff

The fourth in the Labels series. David and Patrick visit the Brewers during their engagement. Also ended up being a sort of reaction fic to 6x08, at least partially. (ao3)

WARNING: This fic references a homophobic relative of Patrick's, and explores Patrick's fears about members of his extended family not accepting him. Also it explores some of the mistakes that Marcy may have made in the past, even though she's fully accepting now. In my headcanon, Patrick's reluctance to come out to his family had a reason.

Rated Teen, 3823 words. Previous fics in this Labels series: Boyfriends; “I Love You”, Partners

Other Season 6 reaction fics: 6x01, 6x02, 6x04, 6x06, 6x07, 6x13, 6x14

__________________________________

Fiancé, n. a man engaged to be married

~

He’d tried to prepare himself, but really nothing could have prepared Patrick for the incongruity of David Rose standing in the middle of the living room he’d grown up in, examining the pictures on the mantel with a crooked smile.

David was in an outfit that, for him, was toned down — a white sweatshirt and a simple pair of black jeans. Patrick wondered if his fiancé was consciously trying to round off his edges in front of Patrick’s family. After all, the last item of clothing he’d seen David buy off the internet was a skirt that looked like someone had partially disassembled a pair of jeans and called it a day, so in comparison, this ensemble was positively dull. It made Patrick sad, if that’s what was in David’s head. He didn’t want David to feel like he had to hide who he was. He wanted David to be as comfortable with the Brewers as he was at home.

Not that Patrick was feeling especially comfortable either. At least his skin was back to its normal pallid colour after the engagement picture debacle the previous week, but the whole thing had left him feeling a little off. On top of that, he and David had agreed to this weekend trip under duress. Patrick had a lot of family, some of whom wouldn’t be able to make it to the wedding, so Patrick’s parents had convinced them to squeeze in a weekend trip in spite of all the other things they were juggling: visits to caterers and florists and taking care of the store, plus they had the joint bachelor party that Stevie was planning for them coming up soon. It was a lot.

Not to mention, Patrick’s one request for the weekend — that a few members of the family do an escape room together, a recent family tradition that Patrick really adored — had been nixed by his parents because they couldn’t include everyone. He’d complained to Stevie about it until she got fed up and left the store while he was mid-rant.

So here they were, and in a few hours the entire extended Brewer clan would be congregated in the backyard, scarfing down hot dogs and judging his choice of a life partner.

“You were very cute,” David said, pointing to a picture of Patrick at around seven years old. “Look at those curls.”

“Yeah, my hair still does that if I let it grow too long,” Patrick said, joining him next to the fireplace.

David looked at the top of his head. “I’d like to see that. I bet it would be devastatingly sexy if you let it grow out a little bit.”

“It’s not, trust me.”

David pressed his lips together, visibly holding in his argument. “Okay.”

Patrick raised his eyebrows. “Okay? You’re not going to insist I grow it out before the wedding?”

“No,” David said, reaching out and petting Patrick’s hair a few times. “I was going to wait until after we’re married and then insist on it.”

“Hmm.” Patrick closed his eyes, David’s touch soothing as always. They’d driven all day yesterday, arriving at Patrick’s parents’ house too late to do more than say their hellos before collapsing into exhausted sleep in the guest bedroom, the room that used to be his. It was only upon waking that Patrick had given some thought to the teenage boy he’d been, and what he’d think to see Patrick now, in bed with a man in his childhood bedroom. He’d curled around David under the thick blankets and for several minutes just savored the fact that he was allowed to have this: a family who loved him and a man who wanted to share his life.

“Boys? Breakfast is ready!” his mother called, and David’s eyes lit up.

While they were eating, David and Marcy talked wedding details, and Patrick couldn’t help but remember similar conversations between his mother and Rachel. At least this time, listening to these discussions wasn’t giving him an anxiety stomach ache.

Patrick’s phone chimed, and he pulled it out to see a text from Stevie with a link to the spreadsheet where they were tracking RSVPs for the wedding. while you’re there can u get a final y/n from the rest of ur relatives? her accompanying message read. Patrick clicked to open the Google sheets app on his phone, scrolling through to see which names still didn’t have a reply marked.

“Hey, Mom? It looks like we haven’t gotten a reply for the wedding from Aunt Chrissy,” Patrick said.

His mother’s eyes widened a little, and then she looked down at his kitchen table. “Oh, I… I don’t think she’s feeling well enough to travel.”

Patrick frowned. “What do you mean, well enough? Is she sick?” It wouldn’t be the first time one of his relatives got seriously ill and his mother didn’t tell him right away. When he’d been at college, he’d gone days without being told that his grandfather was in hospice. To this day, he wondered how long his parents would have gone without telling him if one of his cousins hadn’t mentioned it in an email. Would they have kept it a secret through his death, and beyond, so that Patrick would have come home for Christmas and asked about granddad, with no idea that he was dead?

“Oh! No, she’s… um…” Marcy was looking anywhere but at Patrick. “She just can’t make it.”

“Will she be at the party today?” he asked, frowning at his mother’s demeanor.

“No. She won’t be here today,” Clint said, and there was something dark in his voice. Patrick sensed David tense up at his side.

“I mean, we didn’t even get an RSVP card from her, and she used to send me a birthday card every year without fail. It’s not like…” And then it dawned on him, and his stomach plummeted to the floor. He felt like an idiot. “This is about about me being gay, isn’t it?”

Marcy gave him a pained expression, and that was all he needed to know the truth.

Patrick picked up his breakfast plate and stood, his chair scraping the floor and making Marcy jump.

“The thing is,” Marcy said, “she’s gotten even more religious as she’s gotten older, and—”

“Uh huh.” He didn’t want to talk about this. “It’s fine.”

“Honey—” David started.

“It’s not fine. Believe me, we had a very heated discussion with her,” Marcy said.

The last thing Patrick wanted to think about was his mom defending him to her sister in a ‘heated discussion,’ but he couldn’t help picking at it a little more, like a scab before it had healed. “What did she say when she got the wedding invitation?” he asked, facing the sink. David came over and put a hand on his back, a hovering presence at his side.

“I don’t know. We haven’t spoken since before your invitations went out,” Marcy said.

Patrick spun around and gaped at his mother. “You haven’t spoken.” He could remember them talking on the phone constantly when he was a little boy, his mother with the house cordless phone pressed between her ear and her shoulder as she cooked, and then later, the little flip phone with the pull-out antenna that was his mom’s first cell phone. She talked to Chrissy all the time, and his father used to gently rib her about it. Marcy and Chrissy, two sisters only a year apart in age who had grown up thick as thieves in a house with two brothers.

“If she isn’t going to accept my son and his partner, then I can’t have a relationship with her,” Marcy said, suddenly fierce, a mother bear protecting her cub. “It’s as simple as that.”

“What did she say about us?” he asked, and he didn’t want to know, except he desperately did want to know what could have made his mother so angry.

She shook her head. “Just some ugly things. I don’t want to say any more about it.”

Ugly things, Patrick thought. He could imagine the gist of it. “I’m sorry, Mom.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Clint said.

“Nothing,” his mother confirmed.

Clint slapped his own knees and stood up from the table, an obvious ploy to pull the ripcord on this conversation. “I’m going to start getting things set up out back. David, can you give me a hand?”

David grimaced, looking to Patrick to see what he needed. “Go ahead,” Patrick said. “I’m fine.” David squeezed his arm, his eyes filled with worry and sympathy. “I’m fine,” Patrick assured him.

“Are you sure?” David asked, visibly torn between being a model son-in-law and doing as Clint asked, and staying by Patrick’s side.

“I’m sure.” Patrick forced a smile. “I know you want some input into the whole backyard barbecue aesthetic.”

“Okay.” David hesitated another second, then kissed his cheek and followed Clint outside.

At a loss for what else to do, Patrick started washing the breakfast dishes, but his mind was like a dog with a bone. This was exactly what he’d feared, what had kept him from coming out to his family for so long. He wasn’t that close with his aunt, but she and his mother had been two peas in a pod. Was it really possible that they’d diverged so completely in their thinking? Or was his mother just doing a really good job of pretending she accepted him and David together?

When he turned around and grabbed his mother’s plate, she took hold of his arm. “Patrick, you know we support you a hundred percent, right?”

“Yeah.” But something made him add, “I mean, I’m sure a part of you wishes that I’d stayed in town and married a nice girl and had a couple of kids.”

The hurt look in his mother’s eyes stabbed him in the heart. “Of course we don’t wish that. It’s your happiness that matters.”

Patrick knew he should drop it. He knew it. His engagement party was today; now was not the time to air out the effect of his upbringing on his sexuality. But it was like now that he’d cracked the door open, or maybe now that his Aunt Chrissy had cracked the door open, everything was going to spill out and he had no power to stop it.

“Do you remember my friend Karen from high school?” Patrick asked, looking at the plate in his hand without really seeing it.

“I… your lab partner in biology?” Marcy asked.

“Yeah. She came out as bisexual that year, and when I told you that her parents were giving her a hard time about it, do you remember what you said?”

Marcy’s eyes were wide. “What did I say?”

“You said, ‘surely it would be easier for her just to date boys.’”

His mother opened and closed her mouth a couple of times. “I don’t remember saying that.”

“I never forgot it,” Patrick said. He remembered questioning his sexuality at one point in college and then deciding it would be easier not to go down that road. That road led somewhere difficult.

“Sweetheart—”

“And look, you said plenty of tolerant things too. You watched Will & Grace, and you shook your head disapprovingly at hatred from others. But there was always a layer of what-a-shame, isn’t-that-sad… I don’t know, tragedy to it. Like being gay was an unfortunate disease that needed our support. Like it was cancer.”

Marcy looked positively stricken. “Patrick, I didn’t feel that way. Why would you think I felt that way?”

“Because you never said anything to make me think otherwise.”

Tears slid down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry. I never meant… Patrick, I’m so sorry. If I indicated any sadness about someone being gay, it was just because the world was such a hard place for gay people. But things have changed. I’ve changed.”

“I know.” He set the plate back on the table and rubbed his hands over his face. “God, I didn’t mean to stir all of this up now.” He swallowed around a lump in his throat, hoping David and his father wouldn’t come back inside to find them here like this.

“No, I’m glad you told me,” Marcy said, reaching out and squeezing his hand. “I know we made mistakes, that we didn’t give you the space to be who you are, and I’ve spent so many nights lying awake thinking about that—”

“I don’t want that. And I don’t want you to sever your relationship with your sister on my behalf. You don’t have to do that.”

“I do, sweetheart. Chrissy knows she’s welcome to reopen communication with me if she accepts my son for who he is.” She plucked up a napkin from the napkin holder in the center of the table, dabbing at her eyes. “Until then, I can’t have her in my life.” She took a deep breath. “Now,” she said, clapping her hands as if to dismiss their heavy conversation, “let’s get this kitchen cleaned up. I’ve got a million things to do to get ready for the party.”

Patrick nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

~~~

When he was sufficiently motivated, David Rose was quite capable of turning on the charm, Patrick thought, watching him presiding over a table of Patrick’s cousins.

He was already aware of that, of course. David was impolite when he didn’t care what people thought of him, but Patrick had seen this version of David emerge before, particularly with vendors. He imagined this must’ve been what David was like when he ran an art gallery in New York, full of sparkling conversation. Everyone seemed to adore David, but it bothered him that it was this fake version of David they adored, not the one Patrick knew.

Picking up his tongs, Patrick opened the grill and nudged all the sausages to flip over.

“Hey, Pat,” his cousin Dennis said, bumping his shoulder. “Want another beer?”

Draining the bottle he’d been holding, Patrick tossed it into a recycling bin. “Sure.”

He watched Dennis pull two bottles from a cooler and open them. Patrick and Dennis were the same age, same grade in school, played on the same hockey team growing up. There was a time when Dennis was the closest friend Patrick had. He felt a sudden pang of regret that he’d let the family gossip tree and a couple of Instagram posts do the job of coming out to the rest of his family, even to Dennis. It had just been too exhausting, after finally telling his parents, to think about having to do it all over again with everyone else. Now he wondered if that had been a mistake, at least in the case of his former best friend.

Dennis handed him one of the bottles and then clinked their bottles together. “Working the grill at your own party, huh?”

“Dad needed a break,” Patrick explained.

“How are you doing? You look good, man.”

Patrick glanced down at himself, at his ordinary jeans and t-shirt, wondering what Dennis was seeing. Well, perhaps he was in a tighter t-shirt than he used to wear, now that he thought about it. And he knew he was in the best shape of his life — David’s appreciation of his arms was a powerful motivator. Patrick adjusted the ballcap on his head. “Thanks. You too.”

“You still playing hockey?” Dennis asked.

“Yeah, there’s a league I play in,” Patrick said. “And baseball too.”

“Oh, cool. That’s cool.”

An awkward silence settled, and Patrick couldn’t help but notice that Dennis hadn’t congratulated him, or mentioned David at all. Maybe Dennis also wasn’t okay with who he was, and was just being polite and trying his best to ignore it. Maybe Dennis was looking at Patrick’s cosmopolitan, effeminate fiancé with his demonstrative hand movements, and thinking how tragic it all was. Their poor little Pat, being regularly sodomized. Patrick wasn’t going to delude himself into thinking that there weren’t other bigots among his aunts and uncles and cousins. That there wasn’t judgement hiding behind their polite smiles.

“You know, if you’d told me when we were kids that you were gay,” Dennis said, “I would’ve been in your corner.” Patrick’s eyes snapped to his cousin, and he was awkwardly scratching the back of his head. “I hope you know that.”

The hulking homophobic creature Patrick had been conjuring in his mind dissipated into smoke. “Dennis, I didn’t know I was gay when we were kids. It was a… much more recent discovery.”

Dennis looked relieved. “Oh. Okay, I was kind of imagining you suffering in silence all that time. I felt really bad about it, man.”

“I mean, I guess I was suffering, but I couldn’t have articulated why.” He opened the grill and stuck a probe thermometer in one of the sausages, then started putting them on a clean platter.

“Yeah.” He put a hand on Patrick’s shoulder. “I’m really glad you’re happy now.”

Patrick smiled his first genuine smile all day. “Thanks. I really am.”

“I mean, you should be. Your fiancé is… how’d you pull a guy that hot, Pat? He’s way out of your league.”

“Okay,” Patrick grumbled, taking the platter over to the food table. “He’s not that far out of my league.”

~~~

“Your family is very nice,” David said as he returned from the bathroom, his face freshly scrubbed and moisturized, his coziest pajamas on.

Patrick looked up from where he was sitting at the foot of the bed, staring down at his hands, and he offered David a small smile. “Yeah.”

“Hey, are you okay?” David sat down at his side, and then wrinkled his nose. “You probably should go shower the charcoal smell off.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna…” Patrick took a shaky breath. His heart was racing for some reason. He couldn’t understand why. And why he couldn’t seem to haul enough air into his lungs. “I’m…” He heaved another breath, and a weird noise came out of his mouth along with it. Almost like a sob. “I…”

“Oh, honey,” David said, and Patrick felt his large, comforting hands on his shoulders, smoothing down his arms, his back. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” Patrick managed, a tear splashing onto his jeans. Then another. “I don’t… I don’t cry.”

“No, I think we’ve established that I’m the crier in this relationship,” David said, his hands pulling Patrick into his chest. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s just…” Patrick heaved another breath, shaky. “It’s all of it, the stress of the wedding planning and this trip… I’m just tired. I’m really tired. And the thing with my aunt, and it made me wonder… who else in the family thinks… thinks I’m…” More tears were falling, running down his cheeks and soaking into David’s sleep shirt.

“I don’t know the answer to that, but I know that I met a lot of people today who adore you and are genuinely happy for you.” David was rubbing comforting circles on his back. “And also, fuck your aunt.”

Patrick hiccuped out a small laugh. “Yeah.”

They sat there for a while, David rocking him and rubbing his back and it was so good, it was exactly what he needed, to have someone to lean on, to shoulder all of this because he just couldn’t fucking carry it all anymore.

“My mom and her sister aren’t speaking, and it’s because of me. Because of what I am,” Patrick whispered. His darkest thought. If he couldn’t say it to David, then he couldn’t say it to anyone.

“But you know that’s not your fault. It’s hers.”

“I know that intellectually, but deep down it still feels like… it feels like my fault.”

“Yeah, you should have just worked harder to not be gay,” David said.

“I know. It’s stupid.”

“No, it’s not stupid. It’s human to feel that way. You just have to keep telling yourself that you are who you are and that anyone who doesn’t like it can fuck off.”

“I’m not used to feeling this way. At home, it feels good, being gay. Like I know who I am, and that I can… I can be proud.” Patrick’s stomach twisted, uncertain if he should say the next part. “I think it’s why the spray tan thing bothered me so much. It made me feel like you weren’t…” Patrick sighed and pulled out of David’s arms.

“Honey—”

“Like you weren’t proud to be marrying me. That you wanted me to be someone I’m not.”

“Patrick.” David’s face was stricken. “You think I’m not proud to be marrying you?”

“I mean, my cousin Dennis did say you’re way out of my league,” Patrick said with a smile, trying to lighten things up with a joke.

“Patrick. I couldn’t be more proud to be marrying you. Look at you! You’re so fucking smart and talented at literally everything and you’re just stupid hot—”

“Okay, David.”

“I literally tripped over my own feet the other day because I was distracted by your arms, and… and you sing and play multiple instruments, and sports—”

“You don’t care about sports.”

“I don’t, but I love that you’re good at them. You’re the one that’s out of my league. Patrick. I want to shove you in the faces of everyone who ever thought I wasn’t good enough.” David’s eyes turned glassy, and he blinked rapidly. “I want to say, look, if this amazing man thinks I’m worthy of spending his life with, then I’m… then I’m not nothing.”

“David. You’re not—”

“I couldn’t be more proud that you want to marry me.” A tear slid down David’s cheek.

Patrick leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. “Me too.” David put his arms around Patrick’s neck, and Patrick dragged his lips over to kiss his favorite spot on David’s neck before sinking more deeply into the hug.

After an amount of time that Patrick couldn’t quantify, they finally pulled apart. Patrick picked up David’s left hand, his fingers running over the gold rings.

“I figured planning a wedding with you would be better than planning one with Rachel and it is, but there are parts of it that are still stressful.”

David laughed. “Yes.”

“It’ll be a relief to just get to the part where we’re married already.”

David pulled his hand back. “You aren’t… looking forward to the wedding?”

“No, I am. I mean, not the stressful mad dash of it, not the logistics. Not whatever disaster we can’t predict that’s going to throw everything into chaos.” He took David’s hand again and looked up and smiled at the grimace on David’s face. “But standing up there and putting a ring on your finger? Saying our vows to each other? That part I’m looking forward to. And do you know why?”

“Why?”

Patrick squeezed David’s hand in his own. “Because I’m proud.”

#schitt's creek ff #schitt's creek fic #david x patrick fic #david x patrick ff #my fic

[ft-dads-au]

Chance Encounter - Chapter 5 (Final)

Home for the Holidays 2019 Prompt: Limits A collaboration by @mdelpin​ and @oryu404​ AO3 | FF.Net | Prev: Ch 4

6:40 pm - 7:15 pm Members are encouraged to talk about any issues or share successes

"Alright, that was incredibly uhm, informational?" Gildarts muttered, "Anyway, on to my favorite part. For those of you joining us for the first time, this is the part of the meeting where we talk about what's going on with us. Any issues that we're facing or anything we managed that we're proud of. Keep it to kids/family stuff, I'm looking at you Wakaba, no one needs to hear more about your fights with Millgana.”

"Let's start with the positive things first, does anyone have something good to share?" Macao asked even as he snickered at a man with a pompadour hairdo that Rogue could only assume was Wakaba.

One of the other dads got up from his seat, smiling widely. He had short dark hair and was wearing a blue t-shirt with the Magnolia Police Department logo. "It's my daughter Asuka's birthday today. She turned six and wanted to celebrate with you guys as well."

Upon hearing her name, Asuka left the play area and rushed to her father's side, "Is it cupcake time, daddy?" she asked, jumping up and down in excitement.

"Yes it is," he assured her, still smiling as he patted the top of her head through the cowboy hat she was wearing. He then addressed the rest of the group again, "We made cupcakes together to share with the club. It was a lot of fun, and they turned out great, Asuka even did all the decorating herself!"

They all took a moment to sing Happy Birthday to the excited little girl who beamed at being the center of attention. Father and daughter then retrieved a plastic tray that had been covered with foil from the snack area.

"Are there any more napkins?" the man asked, and Gildarts walked over to where there were still some market bags, quickly grabbing one and handing it to the father.

"That's great, Alzack!" Macao complimented as father and daughter wandered around the room offering cupcakes, "I think one of the challenges we often face as fathers is allowing ourselves to enjoy activities that are usually associated with women. Baking, tea parties, or playing with dolls, just to name a few. We need to remember these are just another part of our children's development. Giving them affection and support is much more important than any perceived affront to our masculinity."

Hearing Macao mention tea parties, Rogue couldn't help but remember the ones Gildarts and his father had forced on him and Gray when Cana had first shown up. She'd been so quiet and sad when they had first met her, and both men had tried their best to make her smile. To the point of wearing ridiculous outfits while sitting around holding conversations with dolls and holding the little cups from the tea set that had been a present from Rogue's mother in their large hands.

Rogue chuckled at the memory and searched out his brother, wanting to see if he'd had a similar reaction only to find Gray watching him as well, and for one instant, they shared a smile before Gray looked away.

"I'd love to do stuff like that," a man spoke up, drawing Rogue’s attention to him. Unlike most of the other men there, he was dressed impeccably in a fitted suit, and for some reason, he chose to wear tinted sunglasses inside. His expression was sad as he accepted a cupcake from the little girl, but he still managed to offer her a smile, "Thank you, sweetheart."

"What's going on, Loke?" Gildarts asked, sitting in one of the empty chairs next to him.

"I barely get to see my girls anymore. They're usually asleep by the time I get home during the week, and now my wife has started taking them to her parents' summer house on the weekends."

“I get that, with my crazy schedule I don’t get as much time as I’d like with the twins, so I try to plan something each week and just kind of grab any moment I can along the way, you know?”

Rogue knew Sting was just trying to be helpful, but something about Loke's body language made him think his situation was very different from theirs.

Gildarts leaned his head towards Loke, and they began speaking in quiet voices, Loke seeming more upset the more they talked.

Rogue looked away, feeling uncomfortable with watching when Loke seemed so unhappy. As his eyes wandered, he couldn't help but notice that his brother's companion was staring at Loke with a rather interesting expression on his face, seeming to Rogue to almost border on dislike.

Before he had a chance to wonder about it, Alzack and his daughter were standing in front of him and Sting, holding a tray still half-full of cupcakes. The little girl's eyes were hopeful, and Rogue could only gawk at her attempts at decoration. Each cupcake was slathered with pink frosting, a drawing of some kind done in white frosting on the top, although to him it looked like no more than a blob.

"Oh, wow! Those look great!" Sting grinned, always enthusiastic about anything having to do with food, "Can I have more than one?"

“Sting!” Rogue scolded, but the little girl only giggled as she handed his husband two cupcakes.

“You can have one too!” she handed Rogue a cupcake before moving on to the men sitting next

to them.

Rogue ate his cupcake before Sting could beg it off him, he had to admit it was pretty good.

Another man had spoken up about a problem he was having with his teenage son when Rogue heard someone say, “Wouldn’t these have been more useful before you got here?” followed by a chorus of laughs.

Gray’s companion was holding a box of condoms in his hand, and a quick glance at the impish grin on Gildarts’ face and the way he was watching Macao for his reaction made Rogue realize this must have been the object he’d hidden earlier.

Macao, for his part, was frowning at Gildarts with what looked to be long-suffering exasperation, which seemed to be enough to set Gildarts off into a fit of mirth. It almost reminded Rogue of the way his dad would sometimes get when Gildarts was too much for him to handle. And he stopped that thought before it could gain any traction. Of all the hornet's nests that had been stirred that day, his father was the one he couldn't afford to dwell on.

7:15 pm - 7:30 pm Upcoming events or activities (signups)

"For now, we are still paper only, so there will be a clipboard available where you can sign up to bring an item or help plan an event. The old club used to do activities like picnics, potluck dinners around the holidays, stuff like that. We'd like to continue the tradition, so if you have any ideas of things you'd like us to try, don't be shy. As soon as Warren finishes, you should be able to just do it from your phone." Macao declared.

“Feel free to send Warren an email to encourage him to hurry up, his email is-” Macao teased as Warren yelled at him to shut up.

“As far as the snacks, we’ve decided to just charge a 500 jewel monthly fee rather than asking people to remember to bring stuff. Please make sure to list any allergies you or your children might have on your membership form. Gildarts and I will just buy snacks before every meeting. Everyone okay with that?”

No one complained, and they soon began discussing different possible activities both with the kids and dads only.

Rogue lost interest in the conversation, his eyes darting more and more to the play area. He observed Aki, hoping he could somehow glean the answers to all of his questions just from the way he acted.

Aki ran back to his father, sporting a bright smile on his face as he climbed back on his lap. Gray

hugged him, kissing his forehead and listening to whatever the little boy was telling him. The silver-haired man smiled at both of them, ruffling Aki's hair, which caused the little boy to frown at him, and it was such a perfect replica of Gray's frown that Rogue had to laugh.

There was a longing in him now to have Aki be a part of their lives and to rekindle the bond he'd once shared with Gray, back when things were simpler. He waited impatiently for the meeting to come to a close so that he could try to approach his brother. If nothing else to let him know he wanted to talk.

7:30pm Cleanup

“Alright, our time is up. We’d like to thank everyone for coming, we’ll be here again next week. Please take a moment to help us clean up, and make sure to grab your kids on the way out!” Macao announced as Gildarts appeared with a large garbage bag.

The room once again became chaotic as everyone got up to help with the cleanup. Small groups formed blocking Rogue’s view of Gray and his mysterious companion while others cluttered up the play area in search of their kids.

He finally caught a glimpse of them and without even a word of warning to Sting Rogue took off after them. He tried to get through the crowd to get to his brother, but he was stopped by an older man.

"Are you the journalist Macao was telling me about?" he stared up at Rogue, and though he was furious at the interruption, the man's kind smile made it impossible for him to snap at him.

Instead, he took a deep breath and held his hand out for the older man to shake, “Yes, my name is Rogue Eucliffe.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Makarov Dreyar.”

For a man his age- and this short, he had to be under 4 feet tall- Makarov had a firm handshake. Whatever he had to say did not quite reach Rogue’s ears. Instead, he was focusing on overhearing the conversation Gray was having with his companion.

"I told you this would be a waste of time," Gray grumbled as they walked towards the exit, a smiling Aki in his arms.

“I wouldn’t say that. This was just as much for Aki as it was for you, and he seems to have enjoyed it immensely. Now, are you going to tell me what your deal is with that guy with the long black hair or what?”

The doors closed behind them, and Rogue felt his frustration grow as Makarov continued to talk to him, asking him questions about his family, which he tried to answer as politely as he could.

"Can you excuse me for just one minute?" Without waiting for a response, Rogue ran out the daycare center exit, down the long hallway and out the community center doors, but he saw no sign of them.

Damn it! How was he supposed to find him now?

With a heavy heart, he hurried back to the daycare center, feeling bad for acting so rudely towards the older man. When he entered, he was surprised to see Sting had already put both boys in the stroller and was talking to Gildarts, million watt smile at the ready.

"Put that away, son, you're liable to blind someone with that thing," Gildarts asserted, looking amused. "I've already told you, I can't give you any private information on any of our members. Would you like it if I just gave out the half-pint's number to anyone that asked?"

“But Gray is his brother,” Sting protested, “You know that for a fact.”

"I do, still doesn't change anything," Gildarts shrugged, "Listen, kid, I wish I could help you out, but my hands are tied. Now, if you were to ask me for information on his companion, that would be a different story."

“What?”

"He gave me business cards and permission to hand them out to anyone who might need one, but you didn't so-" Gildarts turned away, and Rogue wanted nothing more than to throttle him.

Same old Gildarts, always playing games, never taking anything seriously.

“Give me the damn card, Gildarts,” Rogue growled, not in the mood to play along.

“Half-pint, you came back!”

Rogue rolled his eyes, grabbing the card Gildarts offered him and reading it hungrily. Lyon Vastia, Attorney at Reitei Family Law and a phone number. It wasn't what he'd hoped for, but it was something, a connection to Gray no matter how small.

“You talked to him, what did he say?” Rogue demanded, not even bothering to disguise how important the information was to him.

Gildarts crossed his arms “I’m not saying a word until you start talking. What the hell happened between you two? And don’t you dare say nothing, I’m not stupid. I’ve witnessed sworn enemies act happier to see each other.”

The last thing Rogue wanted to do was to rehash the events of the last six years with Gildarts, especially when he was already riled up. But Gildarts had always known how to push all his buttons and this time was no different. The man had been interrogated countless times by professionals and had never been broken, Rogue knew without a doubt Gildarts would not disclose anything until he came clean.

“Fine,” Rogue accepted the terms, but when he opened his mouth to begin Gildarts stopped him.

“Not here.” Gildarts turned to Sting, flashing him his own million watt smile that had wooed more women than any of them had ever been able to count. “Half-Pint’s coming with me to FairyTail, assuming he’s honest with me he shouldn’t be home too late.”

Sting looked like he wanted to protest but one look at Rogue’s face was enough to silence him. Instead, he gave him a quick hug and whispered, “Good luck, I’ll see you when you get home.”

Home. Rogue held on to that word, it had been an empty one for so long, until Sting had come along and given it meaning again. No matter what came of his talk with Gildarts, knowing that he had a home to return to that was full of love and family gave him the strength to suffer through whatever the rest of the night had in store for him.

~~~

“That bastard!” Rogue ranted the second he made it through the door.

Sting shushed him, pointing at the door to the twins’ room. “How much did you have to drink?”

Rogue blinked, trying to remember how many drinks Gildarts had shoved at him as they talked. He shrugged in response, he had no idea.

Sting snatched the baby monitor and the glass of wine he’d been drinking, leaving the other he’d obviously poured for Rogue behind. Grabbing him by the arm he gently led him outside, sitting both of them on the bench swing in their backyard.

“What happened?” Sting pushed his feet against the ground, rocking the swing back and forth slowly.

“I must have talked for hours, I told him everything and-” Rogue was once again filled with rage, “He didn’t know anything, said he tried to get Gray to talk to him but failed.”

Rogue wanted to scream, he felt like such an idiot. How was it that even after all these years Gildarts could still turn him into an insecure child? Gray would never have fallen for that.

He could feel Sting’s eyes on him, even worse he could see the way he was trying hard not to laugh at him.

“That guy is something else,” Sting chuckled with something akin to admiration, “Let me ask you this, outside of the anger you’re obviously experiencing, do you feel any better?”

“What?”

“You heard me, you’ve been holding on to a lot of that stuff for years, I know it’s been eating away at you. He might have been a dick, but he got you to talk about all of it, which is something you desperately needed.”

Rogue had done more than that. Gildarts had always been a man of action. Given all the things he’d come to learn about there was no way he would be willing to stand on the sidelines while people he considered family were floundering about.

No, Rogue thought as he remembered how furious Gildarts had seemed upon hearing the events that had transpired while he’d been handling his own issues. He had unleashed Gildarts on all of them and with a sadistic grin, considering everything he’d gone through on his own, he realized he wasn’t one bit sorry.

He laughed until tears streamed down his cheeks, the alcohol feeding into his hysteria, causing Sting to gaze at him with concern once again.

“You’re right, it’s going be fine,” Rogue finally replied, wiping the tears from his eyes. He waited for Sting to put his glass down and snuggled into him, reveling in his warmth. They swung together for what felt like a long time, enjoying the silence after the chaos of the long evening.

Things were likely to get interesting in the coming weeks but for right now Rogue was at peace.

A/N: This concludes our first multi-chapter story in the main plotline.Gray and Rogue’s story will continue in the sequel which is tentatively titled Brothers.

#fairy tail #ftdadsau #stingue #ftlgbtholidays2019 #ftlgbtales #prompt: limits #gildarts & rogue #loke #Alzack Connell #asuka connell #warren rocko #gildarts & macao #fics

[blankdblank]

Umbrella, Mine Pt 3

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - 

@deepestfirefun some more for you :D

use of song All the Ways lyrics, bit heated near the end

…

***

“Fuck, fuck, probably trashed the place by now…” Mumbling to himself Richard flipped through his phone after having finally listened to the message from Chris stating that he got tied up at work and their son had started getting sick making them assume his appendix had burst only to find out he’d eaten something bad after having downed too many sodas. The full ride from the airport in the taxi he squirmed and imagined the deposit he would never get back after the storm Dudley no doubt unleashed at the night alone.

Once there however in a glance down the street to your house he furrowed his brows making a note to invite you over for lunch today after having missed calling you before his flight last night. Straight through the front door his lips pursed in seeing the place intact at easing the suitcase behind him through the door he closed and locked. Leaving the bag aside he strolled through the front hall straight for the living room where he froze seeing Dudley sleeping soundly with your hand on his head from the arm dangling out from the blanket halfway off of you in your nightly shifting. Sneaking out his phone he stole a picture of the moment and slid it back into his pocket then turned to the kitchen to start on breakfast, the noise of which brought Dudley in to claim the bowl of food set out for him after the greeting pets Richard gave him.

…

The final month of filming had come and gone and both rentals were passed back over to their owners with the pair of you heading off in separate directions. Him to Berlin and you to the States for another hair and nail altering role morphing you entirely while Richard was back to his on screen romance starting off hot and heavy with a scene pinning her up against the wall. Completely detached, she might as well have been made of sandpaper for how wrong it felt, while being off alone with Dudley in this winter wonderland of Berlin, with whom he spent his nights waiting for the perfect window to be able to message you lighting up the pair of them in seeing your face on the screen. A lengthy gap seemed to only grow longer but finally back home again Richard grinned as news that My Zoe would be premiering soon lit him up unexpectedly.

Sniffing through his London flat Dudley recounted his favorite places and locations of all his things until a thud followed his darting away from the plastic crack heard under the shirt he had stepped on. Following the sound Richard searched for what could have sent him fleeing culpability from. Under a badly wrinkled shirt laying across the floor having fallen from his open suitcase on the bed Richard’s lips parted at seeing a blank cd with the words ‘All the Ways’ in your handwriting across the front. Straightening up again he turned to head to his living room where he turned on his stereo system and put the cd he must have accidentally gotten in using your dryer to finish up his laundry when his was washing his sheets.

 I need more details

More texts, calls, and emails

Be more specific

Yes, I'm here to listen

I know I'm needy

But tell me you need me

No don't be afraid, babe

C'mon, explain

A curious grin eased onto his face in stepping back to sit on the arm of the couch leaving the cracked case on the table.

If you love me, love me, love me like you say

Darling, tell me all the ways

Tell me all the ways

At once he recognized the tune you had been humming in your final cleaning binge he had taken to joining in absently while he folded his clothes into his open suitcase.

And he said

All the ways, all the ways, all the ways

All the ways tell me all the ways

And he said

All the ways, all the ways (you love me)

All the ways

Tell me all the ways and he said

 Take me out dancing don't forget romance

And it's been awhile since

I've been your princess

Tell me your heart's blue when

When I'm not with you

Don't be afraid, babe

C'mon, explain

With his lips parting his heart began to race wondering if you had simply heard it on the radio or someone had sparked this interest in you. Clearly he had feelings for you but the more the song went on he began to realize just how much.

If you love me, love me, love me like you say

Darling, tell me all the ways

Tell me all the ways

 Oh, he said

All the ways, all the ways, all the ways

Tell me all the ways And he said

All the ways, all the ways (you love me)

All the ways

Tell me all the ways

From even before your first meeting all the way up to now when he clearly couldn’t go a day without hearing from you in one form or another.

The way you

You love me

The way you

You love me

 And he said

"Girl, you take care of me

You are my therapy

The better half of me"

Say it again, say it again, oh

"Girl, you take care of me

You are my therapy

The better half of me"

Say it again, say it again

 If you love me, love me, love me like you say

Darling, tell me all the ways

Tell me all the ways

 The rest of the song with the repeating of the chorus a few times had his mind reeling with all the proof he needed on his own behavior revealing his true feelings for you. Way past friends, akin to soul mates if he dared to say the term even to himself. Truly you were stunning and for just shy of two years it was a growing struggle in him not to just close the distance and kiss you on the lips. For all this time however clearly from you the signs were painfully obvious nothing was wanted to happen between you two though it never stopped him from imagining something had, a lot of somethings, some in fact he had trouble keeping to himself in conversation with you.

Next he knew it he was scrolling through his hundreds of pictures of you until he stopped on the one with you and Dudley after that storm. Suddenly his shoulders drooped and he could remember instantly every tiny thing you had done. A single offer of an umbrella was followed by a cupcake you had brought to his door even against his telling the rest of the cast he didn’t want a birthday party. Tiny little favors all weighing up to one conclusion, years of small things that most would have stopped revealing a much deeper affection underneath than even best friends. To himself Richard whispered, “She loves me.”

With his heart soaring at the revelation to and from himself alone he swooned into a giddy mess and then dropped back down into a confused mess on why you hadn’t crossed that line, his only logical excuse being that it was the film as your only severing factor. Clearly him acting as your parent would have made a relationship difficult to say the least, still you bonded and formed a sort of family of your own melding your busy lives together. Skipping the momentary lapse of a single status with the Evans debacle completely before it agitated him even more at remembering the picture of the younger actor kissing your cheek in his contact picture until the break. Fully knowing that focusing on the age gap and physical differences would drive him insane if he failed in winning your approval to move to something more.

“I have to ask. Just have to ask.” On his feet he wet his lips and began pacing around his living room trying to choose the best time to extend his offer, “Clearly the premier would be best. Just ask her to dinner, just a dinner. Even if she doesn’t want to date we can still eat. It’ll be unspeakably awkward but we can get past that.”

***

Widely a grin split across your face as you wrote out the address slip you taped to the top of the box you were sending to Richard. Inside the smaller foldable cardboard box you were sending along with a few more items in his care package for another random sating of your notion he might need a boost with the ocean between you keeping you from just dropping by. A big comfy t shirt to be hid under the cardigan you had bought him read under a big cartoon bull and the words, ‘Moooove over, Big Daddy coming through!’

A few times you had teased your relationship in the film and you hoped his reluctance to talk about it would ease, sure there was an age gap and he was reluctant to mention dates from childhood stories showing it was clearly an issue that would take some doing to lesson with him, even after your near two year anniversary the gifts you were sending in silent celebration. Nipping at your lip you giggled and turned away from the box of lingerie you had ordered for under the perfect dress you had chosen for the big premier.

A silk corset in a deep purple embellished with black designs matching the black lacy panties and garter belt to hold up your thigh highs you would imagine for days after of Richard being the one to take it off of you, after his clear moment of awe when your stunning dress would hit the ground. Sure it was more than a bit pathetic to be so head over heels for the man clearly wanting to only be friends, but still you loved him and what happens in your head stays in your head and definitely couldn’t scare him away on pressing an issue clearly only troubling you as long as you never mentioned it out loud.

In a ring of your phone you shouldered to listen to the recap on travel details on your final press stops until you would run into Richard at the premier out in Canada. Grabbing a box you added it inside the larger box under the card you had to mark the anniversary. In a hurry you taped up the larger box and added the other into your suitcase you zipped up and lifting the box you made your way to the door to head down to your waiting taxi to go ship off the box and head off to a final stop before returning for your suitcase to fly out to your next stop.

***

Successfully from the shelter Richard smirked with cardboard carrier in hand Dudley kept peering up at giddily on the stroll back to his place. Once there to claim ownership of the litter box, food and water bowl combo next to Dewey’s. A cat tree was still under consideration when he found the right one, he was nowhere near a cat person but you still had all of Boris’ old things and they only seemed to be a sore subject in their emptiness. Certainly he could catch some flac for choosing a kitten for you but the tiny Blue Russian kitten with big green eyes peering up at him would surely melt your objections. And if the worst came out he would hold it up to your cheek rubbing the kitten against your cheek reminding you how soft and fluffy the purring creatures could be in a pitiful last ditch effort to win you over.

Outside his carrier the tiny kitten stumbled across the couch he was let out on inspecting the house and Dudley sat down sniffing the kitten with a butt wiggle at finally having his new little friend at home. Raising his phone to capture the moment in a video Richard grinned widely already imagining your reaction and hopefully the bout of snuggling to come after sharing his gift clearly marking a serious bond and hint of a future solidifying the previously mentioned topic of possibly being roommates at Dudley’s miserable bouts of moping after your visits would pass. The moment paused at the ringing of his doorbell pulling him aware from the pair, Dudley nudged the kitten back onto the cushion to keep him from trotting after Richard.

Opening the door Richard flashed the delivery man a grin in eying the box he gladly signed for seeing that it was from you with a half wave in cradling the box he stepped back and eased the door shut bringing your box in with him. Chuckling excitedly he carried the box in and set it down on the coffee table he sat down across from, bringing a key out from his ring on the table over he broke the tape and bit his lip pulling out the random items. A blanket, adorable plushie for Dudley he passed to the dog that showed his new toy to the new kitten that rubbed his face on it making Richard chuckle and take a picture. Five new pairs of dress socks were added in with a set of brightly colored warm pairs for regular use, the curious box and envelope were left.

A broken sticker of a grumpy Thorin later and he grinned at the picture of you two and Dudley on your first week together with wide grins, easing the card open he chuckled at the heartwarming message of,

‘Happy Anniversary!!

Two years! We should place our bets on passport stamps we gain in the years to come. Just think Dudley will be off to University soon, puppy’s all grown up. See you in Canada.’

Chuckling again he set the card aside and looked down at the box he wiggled the lid free from that fell to the ground in the heart skipping moment his eyes fell on the purple and black lingerie. Inhaling sharply he couldn’t help but lift the corset from the box clearly showing off the outline of your curves, the black lace under them parted his lips in his lifting the panties next he promptly set back in the box that he carried into his bedroom due to the now painfully tight jeans he was wearing he needed privacy for.

Setting the box on his bed he breathed deeply and smoothed his hands over his face, “Happy Anniversary, ok, See you in Canada, ok, either she wanted me to see these-.” Again a twinge below his waist made him groan in sitting down on the edge of his bed, “Like a, hint, See you in Canada,” he added in a mock flirtatious tone. “So, there could be a whole plan, we did settle on sharing a suite.” Groaning again he inhaled trying to not let his imagination run wild at all that could happen with rooms across from one another in the lavish hotel he had been settled into he used to his advantage to pull a string to snag shared rooms with you subtly through his team. “Film’s out, so, line’s gone. There’s no boyfriend, no dates for over a year now,” his heart skipped again, hopefully whispering, “She’s been waiting for us to happen.”

Another glance at the box he asked, “Why would she send me this though with an innocent note?” Snaking his fingers though his hair he huffed out, “Or, she misplaced the boxes, meant to give me something else.” Rolling his eyes he shifted and brought the box closer to him to inspect the set a bit more, “Mistake or not, fuck, she would kill me in this.”

.

Days he had enjoyed his daydreams and had even gone so far as to look at the order sheet under the contents he ensured to fold back in perfectly each time. Saving the sizes in his phone after nearly an hour of scrolling through the well known intimates company you had purchased them from guessing at what you would look like in their other offered items. A bark from Dudley snapped him out of his cold shower after his third time of having to relieve himself of the painful hard ons he gave himself in following his imagination as to what you had planned. Out into his living room wrapped in a towel he strolled curiously only to find Dudley carrying the kitten in his mouth away from the bookcase he was trying to climb back to the couch making Richard chuckle and turn back to dry off and change into his sweats. Fully dried and dressed he hurried back and settled laying on his back, placing the kitten on his chest to pet him while Dudley settled across his legs resting his head on Richard’s stomach staring at his new little friend.

“Oh she is going to love you.” He said stroking his finger against the kitten’s rising chin and neck.

.

Anxious and jittery on his last stop before Canada in the makeup chair for a talk show in New York with a full cast of women. In a curious glance at the woman heading the wardrobes and makeup he flashed her a grin and cleared his throat, “This might seem a bit unorthodox,” Nodding her head she gave him a curious grin, “Is there any way to get a dress size out of measurements from a corset and panties?” All at once his words hit him and he hastily added, “My partner bought some lingerie on my phone so I have the measurements but I wanted to buy her a dress, and I can’t seem to work out if the sizes correlate at all? Men’s sizes are so different and I keep hearing how her jean shopping is so maddening when none of the sizes match.”

In a weak chuckle from him she chuckled and nodded turning to grab a sizing chart, “True, it is just insane.”

“And pockets are a blacklisted topic in our home, hours of rants on that.” Making her chuckle again and shift to look over the measurements she compared to the chart and copied down the sizes that should work for you on a slip of paper he pocketed. “Thank you.” She chuckled again and put the sizing chart back while he followed the woman guiding him out to the waiting table of women.

One late night shopping trip later and he grinned knowing a dress and shoes to go with your gift for him would be waiting in the suite for him thanks to his handler volunteering to take care of it all so he could just arrive and relax. The flight went smoothly but relax he certainly did not in his late night arrival, a message from his handler said you would be arriving late due to weather delays, leaving your arrival just in time for the premier, meaning you would be missing the initial questioning on the carpet to quickly change and find your seat. Fully assured by the full team your seat by him would be saved and none would dare touch it at how big a role you held in the film that blended with his.

…

The cheers and shouts welcomed yet another actor and straight off to his left Richard’s heart skipped in seeing you in your sleek off the shoulder sleek plum dress you had on, matching heels exposed in your hurried pace beside your handler due to your grip on the front of your dress to keep you from tripping. In a sweep over your left shoulder your hair had pooled in its natural chocolate shade formerly meant for a stylish updo and finally at Julie’s side you accepted her half hug and traded pecks on each other’s cheeks, “I’m here, I’m here. So sorry. Pesky floods and something about a power failure, but two skip flights and I am here!”

She chuckled saying, “Just in time.” Guiding you closer to the rest of the cast where Richard’s grin doubled and he moved to the side making a space for you in your inspecting once over of his full purple checkered suit with matching shirt and tie widening your grin.

Right by Richard you settled giggling out softly, “When you said purple you meant purple.” Making him chuckle and widen his grin settling his hand around your waist below your belt, a bit lower than he usually placed his hand, for the round of cast photographs. For nearly half an hour you joined them in the pre film press pictures and mini interviews alone separating you from each other.

The mental panic of Richard settled as coatless he stood outside the theater watching the doorway you were on the other side of in an interview. Hastily he wet his lips when you came back into view and were escorted out to have another actress welcomed in. Near the last of the cast interviewed for your film the notice was given on the theater to be sealed for the showing behind you while those for the other films would continue their press until it was their turn to claim their seats.

Your curious grin widened his and at your asking, “Tired of the jacket already?”

He answered in a chuckle holding out his coat he slung around your shoulders, “I snuck in a bit ago you’ll need this.”

“Aww, what about you?”

He chuckled easing his arm around your back humming back, “I’ll just have to cuddle with you.” Making you roll your eyes in easing your arms through the sleeves. A short walk and straight to your assigned row you settled into your seat beside Richard crossing your legs as he asked, “That rough of a trip in?”

With a smirk you replied, “I can now say I have changed in a four seater plane.” Making him chuckle, “Almost put the damn thing on backwards.” Shifting in your seat you made certain to sit the right way to keep the top from shifting without the corset you were unable to put on as it was packed in your bags in the back of the plane you couldn’t go through that you would have used double sided tape to hold the top in place. In his arm settling behind you when the arm between you had been eased back you asked, “You know with the purple suit people might assume we planned to dress alike.”

In a purr he leaned in, his lips ghosting past your ear as the lights dimmed, “What can I say, I pictured you in purple and was, inspired.”

Inhaling steadily you were thankful for the darkness as your cheeks heated up while bumps spread across your skin in his settling more around you to anxiously sit through the film he couldn’t wait to get through to be alone with you. The final stretch of credits lowered his eyes to your shifting legs uncrossing bringing back your gift to him and making him wonder just what you had under that dress of yours. An upwards glance from you made his eyes turn to meet yours in the sea of claps whispering, “Aren’t you supposed to stand?”

“Ah.” Turning his head he wet his lips and shifted free from his hold on you for a chuckling pop up to his feet adjusting his belt and waistband in a weak chuckle following after the aid to the aisle by Julie. In a steadier rise you followed after the others to head for the in depth discussion after involving the fans that had come to see the film in the next venue over.

.

To the left of Richard you sat opposite Julie and listened while the others had been the main focus of the questions. Near the middle however a fan must have taken pity on you, or gotten a bit too curious as for why Richard kept settling back in his chair to the arm closest yours with a few slides of his hand from the arm onto your crossed legs. Even just for a moment the usual snuggling and oversized coat you were still wearing matching his ensemble stirred a question from the interviewer. “Y/n?” You nodded and glanced down searching for the mic you had set down that Richard chuckled and lifted from under your dress in the side of your chair cushion.

“Thank you.”

Your eyes shifted form his and in accepting the mic you swallowed dryly at his fingers sliding over yours when he released it, “Your character and Julie’s have quite a troubled relationship and dynamic, I was wondering how easy that was for you to portray.”

“Oh,” lifting the mic you replied, “It,” weakly you chuckled and continued, “I’m not usually one to be so, outwardly obstinate towards people or change. In my own life I’ve had an interesting upbringing and with my being adopted by my grandparents at birth and having my uncles as much older brothers I never really got that from anyone. Even with my own rough relationship with my birth mother it was never like that, so in getting to know Richard I sort of absorbed some of his expertise in such outwardly,” you giggled at the chatter and chuckles from him and the crowd at his awkward tick of his brow and smirk at you when you got to his name.

“He’s been known to play characters both on the giving and receiving ends of such pure, loathing. He certainly helped me to get a general idea of what I needed to start and, um, well it’s been a rough couple years since filming began,” Julie nodded and Richard’s hand settled on your knee with a comforting squeeze at the slight tremble in your voice. “A few months in I actually lost both of my grandparents, in the same week I had to dump the guy I was seeing, for completely ridiculous,” you shook your head and giggled weakly, “which I will not get into.”

Wetting your lips at the shift in reactions in the crowds at the mention of what happened you continued, “So, in all that once the production picked up again I certainly had a, great way to channel that pent up frustration.” With a giggle you patted Richard’s arm with your free hand, “I know at least three takes were blatant mix ups on his part to give me a few more tries to reign it in when we went head to head.”

The interviewer chuckled and asked, “Was that hard, after growing to be such good friends?”

Your head tilted and you giggled, “Yes and no. At first knowing him, he’s such a softie and you just never want to raise your voice to him but he just sort of eggs you on when he gets into character.”

Making you giggle again at his chuckle in rumbling out, “Oh yes, I am a terrible influence.”

At the move to another set of questions from the audience he picked out a peppy young woman to ask, “My question is for Miss Y/n.”

In her anxious wave at you a giggle escaped you and you said, “Hi. Fire away.”

In the spreading of your anxious grin your fingers shifted around your mic, “I was just wondering. There have been pictures of you and Richard out jogging with his dog, and going shopping and going to dinners with family and friends,” you grinned wider and nodded through a knowing giggle after lowering your mic, “I know you had a brief few dates with Chris Evans but it really doesn’t seem like you’re just friends, with Richard. So, I suppose my full question is, are you friends and if you are did it never cross your mind to you know, date?”

Giggling again your head drooped for a minute and you glanced up again with a hint of a blush on your cheeks and inhaled ignoring Richard’s gaze on you to say, “We are great friends. Back when we first met I actually did ask him out and was quite rightly brushed off, but-,”

Richard, “Excuse me,” A shocked gasp came from the audience at his instantly furrowed brows, “You never asked me out.”

In a giggle you glanced at him, “Oh really, then I suppose I imagined in that first week me asking you to dinner and you walking right past me saying ‘See you tomorrow’ then?”

His mouth feel open and his mind reeled back to that first week, “I don’t remember that.”

‘Oohs came from the crowd of chattering people looking on, “Well right after you answered your phone quite excitedly for a ‘Love’ that called you.”

His brows furrowed and he mumbled, “That had to be my cousin’s daughter-, she’s the only one I call Love.” shifting in his seat he asked you softly in lowering his mic, “You thought I turned you down?”

His eyes scoured over your face as your head tilted, “You kinda did.” A sharp turn of his head came at the next question being asked by the interviewer, and for the rest of the night he kept his free hand on your knee and stole every chance to sneak a glance at you to test your reaction.

It wasn’t until a final set of pictures that you were freed to head back to the waiting cars to take you back to the hotel where Richard waited near the lift for your later car to show up after you did a couple make up interview spots. Anxiously after your stroll into the lobby you turned your head seeing Richard awkwardly hitting the call button and turned to wait for it when you met his side. Behind the sealed doors inside the metal box he wet his lips and looked you over as you asked, “You really don’t remember?”

“I remember you asking me something, and me being so completely distracted I missed it and had to keep moving to get to my next stop.”

“Right.”

In watching the numbers rising his hand reached out to tap your arm, “Had I heard you I never would have turned you down.” The doors opened as your eyes met his again and forcing your eyes away you stepped to the open door, a long step from him had him at your side again guiding you to your suite, “I have a few gifts for you.”

“Why?”

A deep chuckle came from him and he replied, “It’s our anniversary, remember?” Drawing his room key out of his pocket he opened the door for you and followed you through smirking at your soft blush, over the sound of the door locking behind you he hummed out, “Did you want to change first?”

A sigh left you and you arched your back, “It would be nice to relax my back.”

“Need help with the zipper?”

Easily you slid his coat off and he grabbed and tossed it onto the couch at you, “Please.”

Smirking to himself he eyed your bare back when the zipper reached the belt around your waist, “I’ll be out here, if you like you can put on what I left out for you,” in a turn to look up at him a curious grin split onto your face at his smirk, “For dinner tonight. It’s all planned.”

Wetting your lips you turned to your room and eased the door shut making him turn to sit on the arm of the couch. Straight in you walked to your bed smirking at the garment bag laying across the bed you eased open to gasp at the black figure hugging dress in the right size awing you even more as to how he knew your size. The cardboard box next to the shoe box quicken your pulse upon seeing it making you turn to your suitcase muttering, “Oh no, oh no, oh no…”

Laying the bag back you missed Richard’s smirk at your repeated, “Oh no,” Removing your shoes you left at the foot of the bed you hurried through the bedroom door back to the living room with box in hand while the other held your dress to your chest, “That’s your gift.”

Wetting his lips and unable to feel disappointed at the mix up simply at your adorably deepening blush he accepted the box and watched you head back for your room only to hear a loud laugh in seeing your gift. Gently he carried the box into your room and upon seeing you seated at the end of your bed covering your face he set the box down making you flinch and look up at him.

Leaning down his hand cupped your cheek and in the most tender gaze imaginable his eyes locked on yours and he hummed out adoringly, “I love you.”

Lips parted and in a single blink your eyes shut at his lips planting on yours. The initial kiss tender and in the longing ache from waiting for so long at your hand snaking into his hair his body leaned in over you more in the deepening of the lip lock. A single flick of his tongue against your lip and it was like the flood gates opened. Wiggling back on the bed allowed him to lay over you, still hanging off from the knee down but still granting him more than enough space to cherish molding his body to yours in the mingling of your content hums and random gasps for air at teasing nips on each others lower lips.

A second wiggle, one he had tugged off his tie and undone his cufflinks had you sliding partially out of your dress in moving higher on the bed. A tug from him when you removed your belt sent the dress flying off the bed and had him crawling higher grinding against you once again to hungrily take claim of your lips again. Firmly your fingers folded around the fabric at his sides tugging his shirt free he raised up over his head and sent flying to your dress while your fingers undid his belt and his pants after. Pressing his forehead to yours a low moan left Richard at your hips shifting into the press of his hips into yours from the ache to keep going, lowly he stated, “I don’t want to push you.”

The gentle stroke of your hand against his cheek opened his eyes and the retraction of it parted his lips at your simple, “I love you.” As your other hand dipped under his pants to cup his ass he chuckled then groaned at your other hand helping to lower his pants and briefs, “I don’t want to wait.”

Reaching down his hand slipped between your thighs in his lips planting on yours again, shifting the strip of fabric in his way allowing him to sink into you smirking against your lips in your body folding around his.

.

Tangled around you with his nose stroking yours after another warm kiss on your cheek Richard hummed out, “We should get dressed, dinner will be here soon.” Easing back he grinned after stealing another kiss, “Besides, I have another present for you.”

On his knees he pulled up his briefs and pants again he buckled as you sat up resting your arms on your propped up legs, “What present?”

Chuckling lowly he backed off the bed taking hold of your hips to rest on his knees at the end of the bed where his eyes sank hungrily to your legs in his arms and the heated dripping core hidden between them darkening his gaze again, “I can’t buy you gifts now?” Planting his lips on your knee in gripping your panties he tugged down making you nip at your lip while he tossed them away, “But you’ll love it.” In his low pleading croon his head moved a bit closer to kiss your thigh he raised up onto his shoulder quickening your breaths a stolen brush of his thumb between your thighs had your hips shift stirring a deep chuckle from him in his path to sate you again.

.

Off his knees again, wiping his face clean, Richard leaned over you planting his hands to sweetly kiss your lips in a quickly deepening kiss. Cradling the back of your head he helped you sit up and pulled his lips away from yours to purr, “Now, to this box of yours.” Again you blushed and he smirked lowering with the lace panties in hand he eased up over your legs and grinned at your hips rising to let him pull them into place before grabbing a thigh high.

Nipping your lip you watched his entrancing gaze locked onto your skin steadily being hidden by the material he smoothed up over your thigh. With one in place he moved onto the other purring out, “Why purple?”

Lifting his eyes to yours at the second thigh high rising above your knee a breath caught in your throat and you hastily wet your lips to answer, “Thought it’d make me feel confident. Red rarely does that for me, outside lipstick or shoes.”

Chuckling lowly he smoothed the material into place then grabbed the garter belt he eased up your legs then guided you onto your feet with a gentle grip on your hips. “Duly noted.” Kissing your thighs again he raised the belt into place and traced one of the straps down to the end he hooked to the top of your thigh high in the front then the back. Following the next strap he purred, “So, no plans to have showed me then?”

Meeting your eye again his smirk deepened at your blush, “Thought I might be able to ask you to dinner, possibly.”

Rising up he leaned over then straightened up again, holding the open corset behind your back he slid up into place and folded around you to fasten each hook one at a time. Holding your gaze on him you watched his gaze drop to his hands that eased around your middle drawing you up against him in is dip to kiss your lips again. A low hum came from him and reluctantly he pulled back to shift around you to pull out the dress he meticulously helped you into once you’d adjusted your cleavage a bit so it would mold around you seamlessly in his easing the zipper up your back. Warmly his lips met your neck and by your ear he hummed stirring bumps over your body to rise, “I would very much enjoy taking this off you again when we’ve finished our dinner, if you wouldn’t mind.”

“If I wouldn’t mind?” You playfully parroted back to him making him chuckle and turn to fetch his shirt and tie you helped to button and tie back into place while he tucked his shirt in again. “You really have no idea how unnecessary the second half of that sentence is.” After his chuckle and blushing nod you asked, “So, what else could you be hiding for me?”

With a smirk he claimed your hand and led you into the living room settling you on his lap beside his coat he pulled his phone from in the middle of the couch making you glance between his grin and the screen. A tiny grey kitten popped up in his camera roll filling the screen and a gasp from you deepened his excited grin, “He doesn’t have a name yet. Left that to you.”

Turning your head your eyes met, “You got me a kitten?”

“I hoped you wouldn’t mind, you have those cat toys and trees sitting empty only worsening your moods when you’re all alone at home.”

Giggling, “Oh, so I’m the moody one?”

He chuckled again and turned on one of the videos of Dudley caring for the little guy making you grin stupidly until his purr, “We may have to touch on that idea for moving in sometime soon, Dudley’s utterly devoted to his baby brother.”

Easing your arms around his neck your grin doubled his, “Well then it’s a good thing I raised my shower heads and had my beds swapped to Kings then isn’t it?”

Through an idiotic grin he hummed out, “I’ll start packing when we get back.”

Inching closer your nose stroked his at his arms tightening around your waist, “Good. Though, you might want to wait a bit,” his brow inched up, “Maybe enjoy your final night in your own place.”

“As long as you spend it with me I can give it another night.” Inching closer his lips ghosted against yours, “Or two.” Plating his lips hungrily on yours again only to part when a knock signaled the arrival of your dinner.

#Richard Armitage x Reader OC

[shireness-says]

Playing the Part ch. 8: Before the Parade Passes By

Summary:  As a stage manager who’s clawed her way up from bottom, Emma Swan can handle just about anything thrown her way. But does that include handsome lead actor Killian Jones? A CS Broadway AU.  Rated T. Also on AO3.  Prologue  Ch. 1  Ch. 2  Ch. 3Ch. 4  Ch. 5  Ch. 6  Ch. 7

A/N: Thanksgiving has come early! For the readers, at least. I definitely don’t know anything about parade set-up, so take this with many grains of salt, please.

Chapter title taken from “Hello, Dolly!”

Just to reiterate, this is a Slow Burn. I know we’re all anxious for Emma and Killian to get together, but Emma’s still hesitant since they work together - and especially since she holds a position of some power over him. Plus, her ex keeps reminding her how men are dicks. Hang in there, guys - there is a plan, and the plan is for 20 chapters (unless I accidentally add more again) with a happy ending. We will get there.

Special thanks to @snidgetsafan, always the best beta ever, as well as to @distant-rose for telling me all about New York bowling alleys so I could add in a tiny reference. You guys are my favorites, don’t tell anyone.

Tags: @kmomof4, @winterbaby89, @thejollyroger-writer, @mythologicalmango, @onceuponaprincessworld, @idristardis, @teamhook, @courtorderedcake, @aerica13, @revanmeetra87, @snowbellewells, @searchingwardrobes. If you want to be tagged going forward (or taken off this list - I won’t be insulted!), shoot me a message, and I’ll make it happen.

Enjoy! Let me know what you think. :)

Henry’s birthday this year falls conveniently three days before Thanksgiving, on a dark Monday when there’s no show to pull Emma away from her kid. Well, that’s not strictly true; she has to go in for a few hours so everyone can rehearse their parade performance, but that should start after he goes to school and wrap up before he gets out. It’s not like they’re doing new choreography or anything, just making sure everything is as polished as possible. Regardless, work won’t be keeping her from her kid on his birthday, and she’s grateful for that.

Henry’s birthday party was yesterday, Sunday - 6 boys and 2 girls at the Lucky Strike for bowling, a perennial hit - but Granny’s hosting a family birthday dinner at the diner with Ruby, Mary Margaret and Elsa. It’s a long-standing tradition, and every year Granny makes all of Henry’s favorite foods and a big, gooey chocolate cake as everyone showers the birthday boy with more love than he can handle. Honestly, Neal can stick his bullshit about “real family dinners” up his ass - Henry’s got the best aunts imaginable and Granny’s been there since he was born. If you ask Emma, that’s all the family the two of them need.

It’s so hard to believe that it’s been eleven years since Henry was born. She still remembers his tiny, wrinkly red face like it was yesterday - this little, precious baby, the first thing that was truly hers. Now he’s half grown, his own person, smart as hell and sweet to boot. He’s growing so fast, she can’t help but think as she watches him practically inhale a stack of chocolate chip pancakes, his requested birthday breakfast, and talking a mile a minute in a recap of his party yesterday. Where has the time gone?

Emma remains in an introspective mood much of the day, thinking back on when her little boy was younger. God, he was so cute - not that he isn’t now, but there’s something about that gap-toothed look that was especially endearing. It keeps her distracted at work, but thankfully, there’s not much that requires her undivided attention. Her cast is just running their choreography for Thursday - the opening number, “In Want of a Wife”, should be a hit, Emma thinks - so she takes the opportunity to re-pencil some of the cues in her script that have gotten smudged over weeks of opening and closing the pages. If she has trouble focusing on that, it’s not such a big deal.

The hours fly by, much to Emma’s surprise, and before she knows it, they’re packing up to leave. Emma just needs to send out a detailed itinerary for Thursday, probably print out a stack for good measure, but then she’s free for the rest of the day and can actually pick her kid up from school for once. That’ll be a nice change of pace. Just as she’s making the final edits to her email, she’s startled by Killian’s sudden appearance.

“Fuck, you scared me,” she mutters, eliciting an embarrassed chuckle from Killian to match his suddenly pink-tinged cheeks and the signature scratching behind his ear.

“My apologies, love,” he smiles. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just hoping you might give this to Henry,” he explains further, thrusting a carefully gift-wrapped package in Emma’s direction.

Emma raises an eyebrow in question. It’s sweet of him, and certainly generous, but also a little weird that one of her coworkers is sending gifts home for her kid - even if he and said kid are, admittedly, friends-ish. “Should I be concerned about this?”

“Oh no! I don’t think so, at least. It’s just a notebook. For him to write in? I’ve heard so much about how he likes writing and wants to be a playwright, I just thought this would be a nice place to write all those thoughts down,” he babbles. Emma thinks she can detect a thread of nerves in his voice. “Of course, if you think I’m overstepping, that’s completely fine, it was just an idea, the lad had mentioned that it was his birthday and I just thought — ”

“No, that’s fine,” Emma replies, suddenly resolute despite her earlier confusion. Killian means well, and honestly, that is kind of the perfect gift for Henry. “I’m sure he’ll love it. Thanks.”

“Ah, well, it wasn’t a bother in the least,” he deflects, the pink cheeks making a reappearance in a sudden attack of bashfulness.

“Killian. You got a gift for my son. Let me say thank you. Now, what do you say when someone thanks you?”

“You’re welcome,” he parrots back.

“Well done.” While her words could have been taken in a patronizing manner, Jones still grins at her, seemingly pleased with their banter (despite the fact that it isn’t the first time they’ve had this kind of back and forth - or at least Emma doesn’t think so). “Ok, well, I’ve got to meet the birthday boy at school,” she concludes, jerking a thumb towards the general not-here, “but I’ll make sure he gets your gift and knows it’s from you.”

“Thank you, Swan. And a happy birthday to Henry!”

———

Henry loves the notebook, of course, telling Emma all about all the stories he intends to write in it. She suspects that Killian will receive the same treatment the next time Henry sees him as well.

The days between Monday and Thursday pass faster than Emma ever thought possible, so fast she wonders in passing whether they ever happened at all - though if her notepads are any indication, they certainly did. Thanksgiving dawns bright and clear but cold, pulling Emma out of her bed earlier than she wants. That’s fine, though; she didn’t really sleep much the night before, too busy running through lists in her head of everything that could go right and especially everything that could go wrong. It doesn’t help that she’d had a late night before she climbed into bed either, having trekked from the theater to Macy’s with the stuff they’ll need for the parade. There’s just a chair and a couple of hedges - not to mention the racks of costumes and boxes of wigs carefully supervised by the costume department - but this gives her a chance as well to check out the space set aside for the cast to get ready. Not to mention, Emma would much rather deal with transport the night before than fighting through the madness Thanksgiving morning. It’s going to be enough of a pain getting to Macy’s this morning with all the crowds milling about; there’s no way in hell she would willingly add bulky equipment to that mix.

The good news is that Henry’s so excited about the whole affair that he all but flies out of bed without needing to be nagged like she’d have to on a regular school day. It’s probably a mistake to give him a pack of pop-tarts for breakfast - lord knows he doesn’t need the extra sugar rush on top of his already excessive energy level. But they’re in a rush today, and she doesn’t have time for much else, not even a bowl of cereal. Robin doesn’t have to work today - performing outdoors for tv crews doesn’t leave much need for a lighting technician and designer - but he’s there with Roland anyways in the section set aside for production members if they want it, and he agreed previously to keep an eye on Henry while Emma works. Hopefully he doesn’t come to regret that.

Emma figures she’ll get to Macy’s before anyone else, but Belle’s already inside, practically vibrating with nervous excitement, and Emma spots Ruby helping a few of the chorus members with their wigs. Though Belle’s still in her street clothes, her hair and makeup are already done, leaving Emma to wonder exactly how long the brunette has been here.

“You alright?” she asks, more in amusement than genuine concern. Belle’s a trooper; Emma has full confidence that whatever nerves are playing through Belle’s head right now, she’ll power through like the pro she is. Still, it feels like the thing to ask when you find a key player in your production bouncing on the balls of her feet like an Easter rabbit who showed up for the wrong holiday.

Belle whips around, eyes blown wide with surprise at Emma’s little interruption. Too late, Emma realizes that their Elizabeth must have been lost in her own little world, and was likely given quite a shock. As Emma pulls a contrite face, Belle’s own visage softens into a slightly embarrassed smile.

“Yes, I’m fine, thank you,” Belle assures. “This is mostly excitement, I promise.”

Emma throws her hands up in the universal sign for backing off. “I can understand that. Just wanted to make sure. Walking in you looked at little…”

“On edge?” Belle offers. “There’s a hint of that as well.”

Emma laughs. “Well that’s fine too.”

“It really struck me last night what an institution this is,” Belle elaborates, hastily adding “And I’m thrilled to be a part of it! But it was a little… daunting, remembering that legacy. And we’re going to be part of that, after today,” she concludes, voice echoing with traces of awe.

“Oh, don’t I know it,” Emma replies, before making an attempt to lighten the conversation. “You should see Henry outside, he’s ecstatic. It’s been helping my nerves a bit, honestly,” she admits, “seeing how excited he is, his conviction that we’re going to be the stars of the whole thing.”

“He’s a good kid,” Belle smiles back. “You’ve raised him well.”

Even if it’s true, even if it fills her with a glowing pride that’s reserved especially for Henry, Emma never knows how to respond to such a compliment, so she deflects. “Yeah, well, he’s right outside with Robin and Roland and a disgusting amount of bagels if you want to borrow him. Steal a little bit of that confidence for yourself, if you need it.”

Belle laughs, seemingly accepting the words as they were intended - an emotional de-escalator. “I just might have to. At the very least, I should go say hi. Right outside, you said?”

“Yep, to the left near the heaters. He’ll be the one talking a million miles a minute.”

“Should be easy enough to find,” Belle twinkles back, offering a final wave as she heads to presumedly find her coat before setting foot beyond the doors.

From there, it’s a blur of preparations and quieting mini-crises that turn out not to be the end of the world. Honestly, her file box is filled with so many random odds and ends at this point, but it’s days like today, where everyone’s common sense and operational memory is clouded by nerves, that those things pay off. Even if it’s her first time at the parade, this isn’t her first rodeo; she’s learned a few things over the years, and how to prepare for so-called disasters is one of them.

Truthfully, she had expected to be talking Jones down from another breakdown the whole while, but he’s surprisingly cool as a cucumber, acting like none of it affects him in the least. Someone ought to be, at least, because Emma is internally freaking out a little bit - not over the actual mechanics of the performance, but over the knowledge of what a cultural institution they’re about to be a part of. It adds a certain amount of pressure, and even if Emma is confident that they can shoulder it with ease, she still feels the weight on all their shoulders.

Miraculously, the performance actually goes well. In fact, if Emma were to borrow a few of Killian’s fancy words, she might say that they pulled it off with aplomb. “In Want of a Wife” isn’t Emma’s favorite number - she prefers the ballroom scenes with their intricate whirling that shows off the costuming so well - but it’s a great introductory bit, and gives a great peek of the characters the audience will come to love, hate, and everything in between. The cast is in particularly fine form this morning; Emma can see Killian shift into Darcy’s uptight persona the moment the makeshift stage is in sight, and Belle exudes the perfect believable combination of curiosity and exasperation at the scheming of Mrs. Bennet and the Meryton neighborhood as a whole. Yes, there’s a few pitch issues - nothing major or particularly egregious, just the normal effects you’d find in temperatures barely above freezing - but overall, she’s quite pleased with their efforts.

Without cues to call or crew members to direct, Emma’s left without much to do during the performance itself. She’s already seen the show countless times, and will likely do so countless times more, so she instead takes the opportunity to find Henry in the crowd to watch his reactions to the action in front of him. In short, Henry looks enthralled, pointing out things to Roland as the four-year-old bounces with an energy only preschoolers can maintain. Emma longingly thinks in passing that she’d love to hear what Henry is saying, but reassures herself with the knowledge that she’ll likely get the full replay when she meets up with him afterwards.

In the meantime, she’ll turn her mind to the work still to come.

———

Well done, little brother! his phone reads when Killian retrieves his street clothes, accompanied by an array of celebratory emojis. Killian’s heart swells with pride at his brother's words, even if he does slightly regret introducing the old man to emojis. Lord knows he’ll never get a plain normal text message again.

There had been a general awareness, in the middle of the singing and choreography and concentrating on being as impressive as possible while also frowning ferociously, of the spectacle of the whole thing. Killian had been aware that the roaring sound was the crowd, not just the blood rushing through his ears, though he hadn’t focused on it at the time, too concerned with hitting his marks to allow himself to process much else.

Now though, as he goes to exit the department store and is faced with the full force of the crowd, it’s astounding. It seems the citizens of New York - and likely half the country to boot - have turned out in force, forming a mass of people exuding an almost palpable energy of excitement. It stops him in his tracks for a moment, right outside the revolving door with little awareness of the chill biting his ears.

He’s no idea how long he stands there, really, before he’s suddenly startled out of his shocked trance by a shockingly close voice, jaw snapping shut with a clack.

“Hey, Earth to Killian,” Emma grins. “Did you get lost in there?”

“Aye, maybe a little,” Killian admits with a chuckle. “I didn’t hear you come up.”

“Sorry if I scared you, I’ve been doing that today without meaning it.”

“It’s fine, Swan,” he waves her off. “Did you need something?”

“Oh, no, not at all,” she says, shaking her head in a hasty denial. “You just looked stuck there. Stuck and struck, if you want to play with words.”

“Oh, I think we both know how I feel about playing with words,” he winks.

Emma rolls her eyes, but also bumps into his side companionably, so the expression is rather negated. “Anyway,” she continues pointedly, “I thought I’d come see if you wanted to come watch the rest of the parade with me and Henry. I’m sure he’s got plenty of commentary about the performance.” The last bit is hastily added, as if in justification, but Killian doesn’t need any further convincing.

“I’d love to,” he smiles, attempting to muster every ounce of sincerity he possesses. “Lead on, Swan.”

As promised, Henry is ready with a full recap, stretching longer than the actual performance lasted. Killian catches Robin’s eye over Henry’s wild gesticulating, the lighting designer clearly struggling to hold back laughter as his shoulders shake with the effort.

“If you couldn’t tell, Henry very much enjoyed your performance,” Robin relates in as serious a tone as he can muster, causing Killian to suppress his own snort.

“We’ve got the best spot, you’re going to love it,” Henry assures, completely ignoring Robin’s comment as he grabs Killian’s hand to forcibly force him into a seat. “Have you seen the parade before? I mean, probably not in person - even Mom and I have only done it once when I was, like, five or six, and we missed half of it because we couldn’t get close enough. But we watch it on TV every year! Do you?”

It’s a lot to keep up with, but Killian does his best. “I’ve only seen a little, so this will be like my first time watching it. They don’t celebrate Thanksgiving in England, so Liam and I usually just enjoy the day off and don’t do much.” Honestly, he thinks Liam might sleep through the parade most years, but Henry doesn’t need to know that. Such blatant lack of festivity might break the lad’s heart, he suspects, if the current level of enthusiasm is anything to go on.

“We’ll just have to show you then,” Henry replies decisively, nodding to seal his declaration.

Indeed.

Henry proves to be quite the narrator, providing commentary on seemingly every float or balloon that passes by. Killian is particularly impressed by the balloons, floating far above the street in an almost otherworldly spectacle.

“Spiderman’s my favorite,” Henry offers, “but Mom likes Snoopy best.”

Killian turns just in time to see the woman in question shrug. “What can I say, I like the classics,” she explains. “Except the pilgrims. Those inflated heads are friggin’ creepy, and always look like they’re about to tip over.”

(She’s got a point.)

In the meantime, Henry’s mind finally catches up with some of Killian’s earlier words. “Wait,” he says, “you and your brother don’t celebrate Thanksgiving?”

“No?”

“So you’re not having a Thanksgiving dinner?”

“Not everyone does, Henry,” Emma reminds her son.

“Yeah, but he’s alone on Thanksgiving. That just seems wrong.”

“I don’t know, lad, I wouldn’t call this big crowd alone,” Killian reasons.

“Yeah, but what are you doing after this?”

The lad’s got him there. “Ah… well, I was planning on going home and heating up a bit to eat. Maybe order some Chinese takeout, if I can find a place that’s open.”

Henry stares at him at those words, wearing an expression Killian can only describe as being one of pure horror. “You can’t!”

“I’ll see if I have the makings for a deli turkey sandwich, if that makes you feel any better,” Killian offers to a stunned silence.

“Or you could just come to dinner with us,” Emma offers.

Killian’s head snaps around to meet her eyes. “Oh no, Swan, I couldn’t possibly intrude,” he protests, but Emma’s already waving off his attempts.

“Really, it wouldn’t be a hassle. Granny usually makes enough to feed 20,” she explains. “I mean, let me give her a call to make sure, but I don’t think she’d have a problem with it. If you want to come, that is, I don’t want to pressure you into anything,” she hastens to add, but there’s no need for that.

“I’d be honored,” he smiles.

———

God, what was she thinking, inviting Killian to Thanksgiving dinner?

Well, she knows what she was thinking, totally focused on making her kid happy and wiping that horrified look off his face. Plus, you know, it wouldn’t exactly be a hardship, inviting Jones to dinner. He’s pleasant company, and chatty enough to fit in with all the rest of the maniacs crammed into Granny’s. Plus, he’d already know everyone, Ruby and Mary Margaret from the show and Granny from Emma’s birthday party. It certainly wouldn’t be the fiasco she’s currently inflating it into.

Granny had been more than agreeable to Killian joining them. “Of course he can come,” she said. “He’s a sweet boy. Hell, invite some of the other Thanksgiving orphans in the show if you want, Lord knows we’ve got enough to feed them all. As long as they bring booze to share.”

With Granny’s blessing, Belle had graciously accepted the extended invitation along with Killian, and Emma suspects that if Scarlet ever checks his phone and sees that his little crush is coming, he’ll join in too. Robin already has plans, taking Roland to Thanksgiving with his maternal family - “It’s the least I can do, now that his mother’s gone” - but there’s tentative plans to swing by later for pie, if timing permits.

The plan is to serve the meal at three, so all attending have been sternly instructed by the lady of the kitchen to arrive between two and two-thirty, drinks in hand. Of course, all attending just means their unexpected guests - Ruby and Emma are both expected earlier to help with the meal as needed, though in Emma’s case that mostly means putting stuff other people made into the oven and setting the table. When Granny runs out of things for Emma to stir - seriously, even Henry is trusted to do more in the kitchen - she’s banished to the dining room to act as a welcome committee for whenever their guests arrive.

Honestly, it’s a little too much time spent with her own thoughts. Emma invited Killian for the same reason she invited everyone else - she didn’t want him to have to be alone on for the holiday. That’s it. She doesn’t need to be worried for this, like it’s some date; it’s just a bunch of friends having dinner together. As friends.

That doesn’t keep her heart from jumping into her throat for a moment when Killian shows up at precisely 2:04 in the afternoon with a full bottle of red wine under one arm and an already opened bottle of rum under the other.

“I hope that’s alright,” he says. “The wine was a gift, so I’m not sure how good it is, but the rum is my own so I knew that would be palatable.”

“Yeah, that’s great. We can put those behind the counter if you want. Or back in the fridge, though I don’t really think either needs it, but hey, what do I know? Though they’re probably pretty cold already from the trip here — ”

“I promise, the counter is fine, Swan,” Killian laughs. As he moves to leave them on the laminate top, he leans in to whisper in her ear. “Relax, love. Don’t overthink it.”

“Easy for you to say,” Emma mutters, but Killian doesn’t hear her, already moving to greet Granny where she’s poked her head out of the kitchen.

“Thank you for permitting me to join your undoubtedly spectacular Thanksgiving feast, Mrs. Lucas,” he says with seemingly every ounce of formality he possesses. It’s funny to watch, Emma has to admit, especially knowing Granny and Ruby will disabuse him of that notion shortly.

“Enough of that,” she tells him briskly. “Now set down those bottles and come help, we need an extra set of hands.”

Emma can breathe easier with Killian in the kitchen as she turns back to setting the table. It doesn’t hurt, either, that the rest of the afternoon’s guests start trickling in not long after. Belle manages to arrive not ten minutes after Killian, cheeks pink from the chill, and Scarlet shortly after 2:30 with a case of cheap beer in hand.

Shockingly, it’s Mary Margaret who leaves them waiting the longest, everything but the bird itself already having been set on the table before she finally shows up. Her delay is easily excused, though, as she arrives hand-in-hand with David Nolan and red, chapped lips.

“I knew it!” Ruby crows from the table before smacking Henry in the arm. “Pay up.”

“Are you teaching my kid to bet, Ruby?” Emma calls, trying to infuse her voice with disappointed incredulity.

“Please, it’s five bucks,” she dismisses. “And it was his idea, for the record.”

“Hey Mom, do you have five bucks?” Henry grins across the table, causing a loud guffaw from Scarlet and what Emma thinks was a muffled snort from Killian. Figures.

“Hey, you got yourself into this mess, kid, you can get yourself out of it. This is what you get for betting that Co-Captains Obvious weren’t dating.”

“Oh, I still thought they were dating,” Henry clarifies. “I just thought that they’d hide it until New Year’s.”

That gets the whole table laughing, even Emma, as Mary Margaret tries to sit down with as much dignity as she can muster and a barely suppressed smile on her face. “If you all are quite done,” she says primly, “then yes, David and I have been seeing each other for the last couple of weeks. And I’m very happy about it.” She takes the moment to smile at her paramour, the picture of lovesick serenity. “And he is too. Now, can we start dinner before everything gets cold?”

“Don’t think you’re getting off that easy, girlie,” Granny warns, the affection clear in her voice. “But we’ll put it aside for the moment. Serve yourself, everyone, I’m the cook not the waiter.”

As the room dissolves into laughter and conversation, everyone attempting to grab for their favorites, Emma leans over to whisper in Mary Margaret’s ear. “I am happy for you, you know, all bets aside.”

“Thanks, Emma,” the pixie-haired brunette beams back. “I’m happy too.”

Emma probably shouldn’t be surprised, but despite all the last minute additions, it still feels like a proper family dinner, not the hodge-podge of people it technically is. Of course, Killian is right in the middle of it all, trading innuendos with Ruby, patiently listening to Henry tell about seemingly every past Thanksgiving he’s ever celebrated, and gently ribbing David and Mary Margaret - but mostly David - about their budding relationship. Honestly, she could picture another holiday spent in his company, would welcome it in fact.

(With everyone else too, of course. Purely as friends. Because when you stumble across a good thing, why mess with it?)

———

Killian misses Liam’s first call that night, too busy trying to wrestle the mountain of Thanksgiving leftovers Granny sent him home with into the fridge, and almost misses the second, the device buzzing precariously close to the edge before he executes an impressive dive to snatch the phone off the counter in time.

“Hello?” he manages to gasp out, slightly out of breath from his dramatic grab.

“Am I interrupting something?” Liam asks, amusement coloring his voice. “I just wanted to call and congratulate you on the parade again, but do I need to call back later? Or tomorrow perhaps?”

“No, no, not really. It’s fine. What’s up?”

“‘Not really’? Not to pry, but I thought you were set up for a quiet day in after the parade. Did you have plans I didn’t know about?”

“Not that you knew about, no,” Killian hedges, “but I ended up having a late lunch with some people from the show.”

“Oh? Anyone I know?” Liam asks, a little too genuinely. The bastard probably already knows exactly what happened without even being told. Some days, Killian wonders if there’s some kind of psychic power associated with being a big brother.

“Oh, you know. Belle. David and Mary Margaret - they’re dating now, as it turns out. No one is particularly shocked. Will Scarlet put in an appearance - he’s the one who’s got his sights set on Belle. A few others. Anyhow, did you have an eventful day?” Killian attempts to breeze right over the fact that he spent his holiday with Emma’s family, essentially, but doubts it was very effective an effort.

“Oh no no no, little brother,” Liam redirects, laughing right over Killian’s muttered protest of younger, Liam, younger. “I see what you’re doing. A few others? One of those ‘few others’ wouldn’t happen to be your lady and her boy, would they?”

“Still not my lady,” Killian reminds Liam. Honestly, it’s getting a little old - especially since Liam was one of the voices telling him that maybe it wouldn’t be such a brilliant idea to ask Emma out in the first place. “But yes, they might have been there.”

“Might have been?”

“Ok, they were there. In fact, Emma was the one that invited me. They always spend Thanksgiving, and most holidays I think, with one of the costume assistants and her grandmother. Happy?”

“Quite.” It’s impossible to miss the smug note in Liam’s voice. “So, tell me,” he continues, “how was Thanksgiving dinner?” It’s so easy in Killian’s mind’s eye to picture Liam leaning forward with his chin propped in his hands, the universal sign for sarcastic attention. Wanker.

“No. I’m not telling you if you’re going to be a horse’s arse about it.”

“Oh c’mon, Killy,” Liam wheedles, but Killian’s having none of it.

“No, I’m serious. I appreciate your advice when I need it, but not when I have to deal with your relentless teasing the rest of the time! It makes me not want to tell you things, honestly.”

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry,” Liam concedes. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I’m sorry, younger brother,” he emphasizes, as if to underline just how genuine he’s being. “Would you like to talk about your day - or at least the dinner part of it? I’m a willing ear if you want it. Otherwise, I’d love to hear about the parade.”

Killian considers telling Liam no, flat-out, but the truth is he kind of does want to rehash the day, share his excitement and enthusiasm over his first real Thanksgiving (not the vaguely British facsimile he and his brother half-assed, to borrow a phrase, their first few years on this side of the pond). That doesn’t mean he’s going to make it easy on his brother; no, after the teasing he’s been subjected to, he deserves a little taunting of his own - at least by way of leaving Liam in suspense for a while.

“The parade was amazing, Liam, every minute of it. Watching it on TV doesn’t give you any idea of the sheer spectacle of it all,” Killian says, gushing a little bit despite any intentions he might have had about acting like an adult on the phone. It’s far too late for that; the grin stretching his face at the mere memory of the day’s festivities is proof positive of that. “I must have looked like a fool in the crowd afterwards, just grinning like a madman, but Gods, Liam, I’ve never seen anything like it. Even for New York standards, the crowds were huge, and everyone was just buzzing with excitement. I swear, I’ve never experienced anything like it.”

“Well you were amazing, Killian,” Liam replies warmly. “I’m so proud of you. I’m tempted to go find a YouTube video of the performance and email it to everyone I know, like some kind of obnoxious parent.”

“Well, that seems a bit excessive,” he comments dryly, “but I take your point. It really felt like we were one organism today, you know? All moving as once to execute the best performance we could.”

“Trust me, Killian, it showed. I’ll be shocked if that appearance doesn’t exponentially increase the buzz around the show.”

Killian could drag this out, describe each balloon in detail, exactly where and how they prepared inside of Macy’s, precisely how cold it was to the tenth of a degree with excruciating attention to which specific fingers and toes felt the chill, but he takes pity on Liam instead. He’s behaved, even though Killian knows he’s dying to hear about dinner. “Somehow, the Swans found out that I was planning to go back and microwave a meal in my apartment - Henry insisted we watch the parade together - so they invited me along to their own plans. Which kind of spiraled out into inviting several of the other Brits without plans. It was truly lovely, Liam,” he exudes, really getting into the recounting. “I swear, Mrs. Lucas cooked enough food to feed half of Manhattan. Henry swears she does this every year, and likely didn’t even have to cook any extra when Swan called about extra seats at the table. Though I doubt that last part.”

“Sounds like a regular feast,” Liam comments, chuckling.

“Oh, you have no idea. I missed your first call, and nearly the second, because I was trying to stack all the tupperware I was sent home with into the fridge. What do they call it? Fridge tetris?”

Liam barks out a laugh at that. “Aye, I think that’s the technical term. That much food?”

“That much. And Mrs. Lucas was sending it home with everyone, I wasn’t a special charity case. The whole affair was so lovely, really, I’ve never seen — ” Killian stops abruptly. “No teasing, you promise? Even if you think me some kind of ridiculous lovestruck fool?”

“No teasing,” Liam swears. “Even if you’re carrying on like a lovestruck fool. I’ll sit here and listen attentively and supportively, I promise.”

If they were having this conversation in person, Killian would toss his brother a skeptical look, but since that’s not an option, he plows on ahead. “I really understood the whole thing first-hand for the first time, you know? I mean, you can hear about how this is a holiday for families as much as you want, or see it on television or in the movies, but it doesn’t really sink in until you’re sitting in the middle of it. There was so much sheer affection at that table, Liam. And I’ve never seen Emma so at ease.” He pauses for breath, taking the opportunity to collect his thoughts. “I’m aware that that doesn’t really mean much, considering our relatively short acquaintance, but still. She was comfortable, in a casual way I haven’t previously associated with her. Like that was her place, in some kind of deep and emotional and cliche way. Does that make sense?”

“She looked at home,” Liam supplies, putting the words right in Killian’s mouth.

“Yes! Exactly. I know I must sound silly - this is where the lovestruck fool bit comes in, so please, contain yourself - but it’s nice, being able to discover these new sides to Swan that I don’t see every day. Charming. Wonderful. Some other word more expressive than nice.” Killian stops himself before he gets too far. “I’m babbling.”

“A little bit.”

“Kind of you to downplay it.”

“Anytime.”

They both laugh at that. Technically, the comments break Liam’s vow not to tease him, but their spirit certainly doesn’t, so Killian lets it pass.

“So you had a great day?” Liam asks.

“The best. Enough about me, though, what about you, how was your Thanksgiving? Sorry I didn’t call earlier.”

“Don’t worry about it, brother. My day was much more low-key than yours. Dropped by to have a few beers with a couple other ex-pats from the film, but that’s about it. Honestly, watching you in the parade was the highlight.”

Killian blushes at the words. “You don’t have to say that,” he mumbles, but Liam can probably hear the smile in his voice anyway.

“I only say it because it’s true,” his elder brother promises.

“Thanks, Liam.”

Conversation turns towards more general topics eventually, not that Killian minds. He loves these calls with his brother, even if he was a bit late to this particular one.

“Christ, it must be getting late for you,” Liam finally says. He’s not wrong - they’ve been on the phone for almost an hour, and in that time it’s gotten quite dark outside. “I’ll let you go - I’ll have to be up early tomorrow anyways.” It’s a half-assed excuse and they both know it, especially since Killian is pretty sure he’s the only one who has to work tomorrow.

“Are you sure?” he asks, even though he’s sure of the answer. Big Brother Liam, still trying to make sure little Killy goes to bed on time and brushes his teeth.

“Go on. We’ll talk later,” Liam replies, absolutely certain. Who is Killian to argue with that?

“Alright, well, Happy Thanksgiving, Liam.”

“Happy Thanksgiving, little - younger brother.”

#my writing #cs ff #cs au #Playing the Part #Before the Parade Passes By #Broadway AU #stage manager!Emma #actor!Killian #happy thanksgiving #a month early

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

DOTW 60 - full draft (purely self indulgent)

Levi felt like a single parent with three kids. It was hard to admit it, but as hard as Eren was working to get better, his omega was still struggling. Some days Eren would barely talk to him, or look at him. Some days he'd start the morning with the sound of Eren's screams in his ears and some days Eren couldn't even get out of bed, having stressed himself to the point of being physically ill, locking himself in his room with Viren. His mate had come leaps and bounds with Viren. The tiny pup was now three months old, and a bundle of happiness... most of the time... lately, at least. As the seasons had changed, he'd grown much more vocal about every tiny displeasure. Levi was sure neither of them had slept for the last week of January through to the middle of February. Their exhaustion making for some pretty impressive yelling matches, followed by apologies until all they needed to do was look at each other to know they both deeply regretted it. Eren was now comfortable enough to feed their son, without the tears, but things between him and his mate felt... distant. They'd cuddle when they went to sleep, Eren usually passing out the moment his head hit the pillow, but come morning, Eren would be up and working hard on his course work, or his mate was curled into the corner of the sofa with Viren in his hold. Titan still wasn't sure about the tiny boy, he didn't seem to mind him if he wasn't crying. Each time the pup would cry, the fat tom would run to whoever wasn't holding the pup for safe cuddles. Having just become a new mum, the omega had reached out to Shinganshima TAFE and asked to turn the three month course into a six month course. In Levi's opinion, Eren could have handled the work... but it wasn't his call to make. Eren had to do what felt right for him... even if it meant his mate was more interested in books than talking with him. It wasn't just the lack of talking weighing him down. His omega wouldn't let him see him naked. The third time he'd walked in on Eren showering and sent him into a shaking ball of fear, Levi had just given up. He didn't want to jump Eren's bone... Ok. He did. He missed the sex they'd had while Eren was pregnant. How insatiable his mate had been for his body... but he missed his cuddles even more. He missed waking to Eren's hair tickling his nose irritatingly. He missed the small kisses and secret whispers they shared at night. He just... he missed Eren being his mate, rather than this thing between them that he didn't have the words for. He knew Eren could feel his irritation through their bond, and he knew it weighed heavily on the omegas mind, but he was too chicken shit to call him out on it. He was too scared that one wrong word could lead to Eren giving up on himself and ruining his chances of recovery. When he thought things through, Levi also knew he was to blame. His nightmares had been almost out control at the start of the new year. Every time he woke to find Eren wasn't in bed, or if the omega was taking too long in the bathroom for his alpha's liking, he'd grow unfairly angry. Talking to Krista may have helped a small fraction, but he was struggling to let Eren out of his sights. He felt like a stalker in his own home... and like one of those pathetically jealous, obsessive and controlling alphas that he loathed so much. He didn't check Eren's calls or emails. He didn't go through Eren's mail or demand all he passwords. He didn't invade into Eren's space like that... but he fucking wanted to, and that was bad enough. * Climbing out of bed, Levi rubbed his face. Once again, Eren wasn't in there room and his heart was going crazy over it. Padding softly out the bedroom, his joints complained at the movement, on the colder mornings his left hand felt like it'd seized in place, and his thigh would throb as if the bullet was still in there. It was strange to think the only bullet wound that didn't still give him grief was the one that could cost him the most. The last of his leave was coming up, and at this stage, Levi didn't even know if he was fit to go back into the field "Morning, Brat" Levi's tone was gruffer than expected, Eren's wide green eyes looked almost fearful before he slowly smiled "Hey. How'd you sleep?" Like shit... "Alright. How's our pup this morning?" Eren looked down to the bundle in his arms "He's a sleep. I didn't want to move incase I woke him" "How long have you been up?" "Umm... about three hours. The baby monitor woke me, and you looked so peaceful sleeping" "You could have woken me!" Fuck. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he really hadn't meant to snap "I'm sorry. I'm going to take a shower, then I'll make us breakfast" "I made a quiche for breakfast, it's on the counter under the foil" "Right. Ok" So Eren would have already eaten breakfast... there went that chance to talk... "Don't forget Hanji is dropping Anna off today" That was news to him. The longest they'd been out the house since Viren's birth was for the little girl's birthday party. They'd both had their own follow up appointments, as well as Viren's own appointments. Their son officially registered as Viren Farlan Ackerman, and Levi couldn't be prouder. Eren really hadn't been doing great mentally, but didn't want to miss Anna's birthday party. Levi had no idea when he'd ordered the girl's present, only that he'd found himself on the tag and in the card "What do you mean Hanji is dropping Anna off today?" "We talked about this" "No. I think I'd remember something like that" "Hanji has a 30 hour shift" "Then Hanji should have sorted something else out. You can barely function as it is, let alone chase after a pup and a 15 month old" Eren's wide eyes opened further, fat tears rushed down his face "Eren. I'm sorry. It's just..." "It's just what Levi!?" Whisper yelling, Eren rose from the sofa "You're barely coping at it is. We don't talk anymore. You won't spend a full night in our bed and you don't even let me hold you. Then, you spend days locked up in your room all day. What am I supposed to do? Is it just tough luck when I need someone to talk to?" "It's not like that" "Then for god's sake, tell me what it is like. Because from over here, you feel more like a roommate than a fiancée" "I'm not fighting in front of Viren" Carrying their son off to the nursery, Eren didn't return. Shaking his head at himself, he'd really fucked that one up. Standing in the nursery, Eren was gripping the side of the cot, staring down at Viren as Levi approached. His alpha firmly scolding him for being an arse to their mate. He needed to talk this through and find a way to make Eren understand he angered because he'd well and truly passed the stage where worry only applied "Eren" "I... thought it would get better" "What's that supposed to mean?" "I don't... I thought if I just kept doing what I had to, things would work out... but my body's ruined" Eren's whole body was trembling "Eren" "No. Those days I'm in bed... sick... I feel like I'm going into heat. It's not just the depression or the nightmares. I think they start it... It lasts a few hours, the cramping but... I don't slick anymore. I don't even feel the need to be mounted. It's just the cramping and fever from heat, my scent doesn't even change... it's like like... like before it was ok to have my heat. I know you're not on suppressants at the moment. So I try to stay away. You always look so tired, so I don't want to risk sending you into a rut. And I know I'm ruined... if I'm going to be a useless omega, I might as well be the one with no sleep" Eren sank to his knees, his soft crying filling the nursery "Why didn't you tell me?" "Because I'm already so much work. I can feel it. I know every day I'm disappointing you by not being better... it's all I can do so you won't throw me out" He told Eren every single day he loved him. He'd tell him every single night they climbed into bed. Every time he'd draw his omega into a cuddle on the sofa, and every other time it just slipped out "You..." "I'm too much work. I can't help you through your nightmares. Do you know how many times I've woken to you crying my name or Reiner's? I did this to you. I made you kill someone. And you're still suffering because of it. I want my Levi back. The one who wasn't hurt by me, and isn't scarred because of me... and I want to be... I don't know who I even was anymore. All I have is these thoughts that never stop" With his emotions out of whack and his omega not able to calm, they'd talked about Eren going onto medication, but his omega didn't want to do anything that might affect his breast milk or anything that might jeopardise the bond he was trying to build with their son "Eren, you know I don't blame you" "I blame me... I'm the one to blame. If... I'd just stayed at the compound, you never would have been hurt" "No. You'd be bred, and our son probably sold off to the first buyer, while I sat here and drowned myself with scotch. When are you going to realise that I'm fine?" "But you're not! I wrecked your body. I know your hand still hurts. I've seen your scars... I'm so fucking scared of waking up to find you're dead b-because of that bullet" "Is that why you get up so early? In case I do die?" "I don't want you to die... Levi... I don't want you to die" Gathering Eren up, Levi carried his mate out through the living room and back to their bed, laying Eren down before straddling his hips. Taking Eren's face into his hands, he forced a hard kiss to his brat's lips "I'm not going to die. I would never die and leave you behind. Why couldn't you tell me this? I've been thinking you wanted to break our bond, or you didn't... that you didn't want to be here anymore" "I'm just trying to keep going, but I can't seem to find the path that leads back to you" His omegas eyes were filled with hopelessness. Like he couldn't feel anything through their bond. Not his love or worry "Eren, do you trust me?" "I do, but..." "Do you trust me? That I won't hurt you" "I know you'd never intentionally hurt me" "Then let me show you what our bond means to me" "H-how?" "I want to take you and remark you. I want to show you how it feels to be connected again" "I don't think I can..." "We'll go slow. I know you're scared, but I also know you know it feels when I'm knotted inside you. The safety and security" "Just the thought of sex makes me feel sick..." "Because you're scared. You can't fall pregnant. Not until your first true heat hits in another 3 months. Omegas are designed so they can rest between pregnancies" "Will... Levi, will it really help?" He sure as hell hoped so "I think it will. But don't worry. I'll take it slow and use a condom" "Can... you mark me before you knot? I... I think I need a little help" "I can. You mean the world to me, brat. And if it's get too much, tell me to stop" "I'm so frustrated... right now, I think I'd do anything to fix feeling this" "Forcing yourself to go all the way isn't going to help" "Be gentle... and don't touch my stomach" "Why not?" "I can't stand it" "I think it's sexy" "I'm not ashamed to have been pregnant... I'm ashamed of everything that happened after" "I don't know. We have a beautiful baby boy" "Levi..." "It's ok... trust me" Levi may have been, ever so slightly, fucking horny for his mate for weeks, but he needed to do this right. Stripping his shirt off, he took Eren's left hand, holding it over the bullets scar. His fiancées breath hitching as his fingers shook "It's just a scar. It's proof that I'm still alive... that I survived" With Eren's right hand, he lifted it to his chest, placing it over his heart "See. I'm ok" Keeping his hands over Eren's, Levi moved to claim Eren's mouth. The omega hesitating before slowly relaxing into the kiss, and allowing him to deepen in. Releasing Eren's hands, his omega moved to hold him by the chest, pulling him down against him as Levi moaned into his mouth. It was the most intimate they'd been in months, and with their spilling pheromones, they were both likely to lose their senses soon. Ending the kiss, Levi's lips rested against Eren's for a fraction of a second, both of them nuzzling at each other before Eren kissed him softly. Continuing the kiss, Levi's hands moved to the waist band of his sweats, thumbing them and his underwear down smoothly, his half hard dick twitching as he rose enough to push his pants down, nearly falling off Eren in the process when his right leg got caught. Letting out the smallest giggle, Levi pulled back to stare down at his mate "You're so fucking perfect" Eren bit his lip, looking to his side of the bed "Hey, it's ok. Trust me, remember?" "Ok..." Skipping touching Eren's chest and stomach, Levi slid down the omegas pyjama bottoms and underwear. His mate's hip bones jutted almost alarmingly, while Eren tried to hide himself by pulling his shirt down. Ignoring him, Levi sucked a deep dark hickey on Eren's left hip bone, before doing the same to the right. Kissing a trail of kisses along Eren's stomach just above his public hair, he trailed the kisses down to his fiancée's semi hard erection. Kissing the tip, Eren let out something between a groan and a laughing sigh "Patience, you" Normally his mate would be soaking wet slick, but only the barest traces could be smelt. Maybe there was something actually wrong with Eren's body, though it was more likely Eren's fear of his own body stopping his natural bodily processes. Determined to change that, Levi moved his hand off Eren's left thigh to take tip of his boyfriend's dick in his mouth, while slowly beginning to jerk him off. Beneath him, Eren let out a breathy moan as his hips lifted off the bed. His moans so silky and smooth as Levi started to bob his head. As Eren hadn't slicked more than a teaspoon, Levi grabbed the condoms and lube from the bedside table "Lay on you side for me, it'll be gentler on you" Rolling sideways Eren let Levi push his right leg up. His mate scarred from birthing their child, though it wasn't off putting. It was kind of... sexy... If Eren wasn't so scared of sex again, he would have spent his time opening his mate with his mouth and tongue, rather than his fingers "I'm going to start now, ok?" "Mhmm" Snorting lightly, Levi squeezed a generous amount of lube on his finger, careful as he traced the ring of Eren's opening with his finger tips "Shhh... just breathe" Sliding his first finger in slowly, Eren shuddered with a groan, his mate much slicker inside than out. Working his finger slowly, he waited until Eren's breathing evened back out before inserting a second "Lee?" "I'm here" "Ok..." Finding Eren's sweet spot by accident, his omega gasped, his tone scared as his scent shifted "Levi! Levi..." "Shhh. It's alright. It's alright to feel good" Milking Eren's sweet spot, his mate whimpered, trying to push back against him while a hand disappeared between his legs. Good... this was all for Eren's sake... mostly... cough. Working in a third finger, his mate clenched and fluttered about him, Levi needing to pour more lube onto his fingers or risk hurting his mate. Working Eren fully open, Levi wiped his fingers off, before unrolling the condom and sliding it on. Eren was a mewing mess, his moans muffled by Levi's pillow, climbing up to position himself, he nuzzled and kissed Eren's shoulder "I'm going to mark you now, alright?" "Mmm..." Wiggling his arse back, Levi struggled to keep his alpha down. How could anyone deny the beauty of the sight in front of him. His stubborn and distant mate was finally letting him in. Lifting Eren's right leg, he nudged at Eren's opening as his teeth sank into the omega's nape. Eren let out a strangled cry as pushed back hard, his thigh twitching in Levi's hold as he came across the sheets, forcefully mounting Levi as warmth filled both of them. Fuck. The man swore his eyes rolled back. Eren's blood filling his mouth as his omega rocked against him "Levi..." Keeping his teeth in Eren's nape, Levi couldn't stop himself. Dizzy on the sensations from reconfirming their bond. The sound of wet skin slapping, and squelching lube. Dissolving into grunt and snarls, he chased his orgasm, weeks of abstinence leaving him coming all too soon. With a long and final groan, his knot popped, Eren shuddering again as he came. Lowering his mate's leg, Levi pulled his teeth free, lapping at the fresh bite "Brat, are you ok?" Eren nodded, sniffling as he did "Hold me?" Reaching for his hand, Eren interlaced their fingers "Did you feel it?" "Yes..." Trying to find a blanket to cover them up with, Eren whimpered as he moved "What's wrong?" "Don't move... it hurts" It shouldn't hurt. He prepped Eren open until he was fucking him with four fingers... maybe his mate would let him take a look. Eren's doctor had said he'd healed... maybe there was some kind of nerve damage? "I'm sorry. I was trying to grab a blanket" "Just don't move..." "Levi?! Eren?!" He'd just been told not to move, and despite being knotted dick deep in his mate, Levi went to scramble out the bed. Their bedroom door was suspiciously closed, and Hanji was a fucking snoop. Eren crying out as his knot pulled "Shit... sorry, sorry, shhh. I'm sorry" How the fuck did he forget Hanji was coming?!? Shit. His knot definitely wasn't going to be going down any time soon. Despite the interruption, he was still flooding his mate with his seed "Levi... it hurts" "I know. I'm sorry. I forgot she was coming" "Can't you pull out?" "We both know knotting doesn't work like that..." Turning his face into his pillow, Eren whined softly "You're ok... you're ok... come here" Pulling Eren flush to him, he found a pillow to give them some sliver of privacy "Levi? Eren?! Everything ok?" "Yeah! Give us a minute!" "Viren's crying, I'll check on him!" "Thank you!" Rubbing Eren's stomach, he forgot about the no touching rule as he attempted to soothe Eren. Couldn't Hanji have waited another half an hour?! "Is it still hurting?" "Yes..." "Ok. I've got you... did you feel our bond? That happiness?" "Yeah... it's the happiest I've felt in weeks" "I love you" "I felt it. I love you... but... I didn't slick" "Before you say it, you're not broken. And even if you weren't leaking slick, I could feel it inside of you" "So I did slick?" "A little..." "I didn't feel it" "Give yourself time to heal" "Says the guy with his dick up my arse" "I wanted you to feel my love" "I felt it, then it hurt" "I'll take a look once my knot goes down" "It'll have to wait. We have two kids to look after" "No. Your health comes first" "We have two kids relying on us" "Eren, it's ok... Hanji is out there looking after them. When I'm with you, I'm with you... so let me take care of you" "What if this means something's wrong? The pain and the heats that aren't heats? What if giving birth broke me... and it can't be fixed" "Do you want me to book you a doctor's appointment?" "I don't want to be touched. I'm sick of people touching me" "Including me?" "No... I couldn't to begin with... but it feels better now" "Good. Because I love touching you" "I kind of noticed. I don't think you've come the hard in a while" "Nope. There's like 3 months worth there" "You didn't touch yourself at all?" "No. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable" "You didn't have to do that" "I know. You're my mate, all I want is you to be happy" "I know you have urges, it's ok to take care of them" "I'll remember that" "Good... you've given up enough to be with me" "I haven't given up anything. You're my life and you're the one who's given me so much" "You sound like a card" "Don't think I don't remember that we didn't celebrate Valentine's Day" "We don't have to. I don't want to do anything for my birthday either" "Too bad. I've got something planned already" "You do?" "I do. And I know you're going to love it" "Then I should apologise now, incase I'm not ok or I loose it at you" "I'll be very surprised if you do" "You've met me, right?" "I would hope so? We have a son and all" "This is true" Kissing Eren's shoulder he squeezed him tight "I think my knots starting to deflate, we shouldn't be stuck like this much longer" "Mmm. Ok" Eren was bleeding a little, small tearing along side his scars. He was going to have to make that appointment after all. Cleaning Eren down, he left his mate in their room so he could go deal with Hanji. Hanji poking her tongue out as he came stumbling out their bed room "Oooooh. Someone got laid" "That's none of our business" "I didn't think Eren would be up for sex" "It wasn't just sex. Our bonds been shaky so I was remarking him" "I heard him crying. You were gentle right?" "Right up until you came breaking in and scared him" "I did message ahead. Anna's nappy bag is down near the sofa, she's a little cranky this morning, but cartoons help" The little girl was already laying on the sofa with her eyes glued to the TV "It's fine. Now give me my son" Hanji nodded, passing Viren to him "I think he's hungry, I was going to make a bottle, but I have no idea where you keep your formula" "We haven't been using formula. Anyway, go to work. Is Erwin picking her up later?" "No. He's working tonight, he's going to swing by after work" So Anna was staying the night... she'd have to sleep in Eren's room... great. Eren would want to be there for her, and that would mean another night without Eren... Hanji was lucky Eren wanted Anna here, or she'd be finding herself an actual babysitter, instead of stressing his omega. As he took Viren into his hold, he said a prayer that Anna wouldn't upset Eren, and that Eren wouldn't have a panic attack if she did. * Eren was having a shaky start to his birthday. He was anxious as fuck over what Levi had planned, especially when his alpha wasn't giving him any clues. Levi had had him express the day before, because apparently they were going to be gone for hours. He'd even slept walk the previous night, confused and dazed when Levi pulled him out the bathtub, not remembering how he got there at all. It was terrifying to be doing things he couldn't remember, like how he'd lashed out and broken the bathroom mirror, not knowing what he'd done until he was standing there with a bloodied fist. His omega had calmed a little after Levi had remarked him, and while the sex had been nice, the pain hadn't. His doctor said he wasn't able to find anything wrong with him, his thinking seemed to be that it was all in his head. Levi had asked for an ultrasound, but all that showed was scarring from birth. Proving he was right. He was broken. Dressed in jeans that were a little tight, and possibly Levi's instead of his own, he wore a simple black T-shirt. Levi wouldn't tell him where they were going, only that he'd love it. Admitting he was intending to bring Viren with them, but the pup had cried almost the whole day before, and no matter he tried, the baby boy wouldn't settle. It was stupidly relieving when he wouldn't settle for Levi either, though it hurt to hear how distressed he was. Erwin was babysitting for them while they were out, and Hanji was going to join him after work and collecting Anna from day care... It seemed to Eren that the little girl spent more time with them than anyone else in her life. The one off babysitting during Hanji's long arse shift had turned into them babysitting for every long arse shift where Hanji finished outside of daycare hours. He loved Anna, but she was so fussy. Titan would play with her, tears. The wrong bottle, tears. The wrong toy, tears. It was exhausting, but after Hanji and Moblit had taken him in, it was the least he could do to repay some small measure of that kindness. Sitting in the passenger seat, Eren was staring at the outside world, completely lost. Levi had initially wanted to trade his car in, disgusted that Reiner had driven it. But those feelings had passed and the car had a lot of good memories. Like the first time they had sex, and when Levi had brought him home from Karanes. Even if he couldn't drive, he felt like Levi's car was part of his identity, thus the safety he felt with Levi extended to the car. It was like his other safe place. After what seemed like an hour long drive, Levi pulled up in front of what he assumed was a hotel. The building was massive, its white walls seemed to extend all the way up to the clouds "We're here" "You know I have no idea where "here" is, right?" "If you did, it wouldn't be a surprise. Let me grab the bag from the back" "Wait? You packed a bag? What's going on?" His anxieties decided now would be a nice time to whisper that Levi was getting rid of him. Climbing from the car, he could barely breathe as Levi took his time grabbing his small suitcase out the back, then joining him "Eren, it's ok. This is part of the surprise" "Sorry... I'm just..." "On edge. I know. I wanted to do something flashier, but I didn't want you feeling too overwhelmed" "Flashier?" "Yep. Are you ready?" "I don't know? Am I?" "I think you are" Taking his hand, Levi lead him along the footpath and to the shiny glass doors of the building, there wasn't a single smudge in sight, and stepping through them, they were greeted by a massive open space. Rows of neat doors disappeared upwards, three glass elevators the only access by the seems of it. Hanging from the ceiling, what seemed to be glass stars sparkled above the reception desk. Eren reasoned with himself that there was no way it could be glass. Not when the space between the floor and the roof had to be at least 50 metres tall. He'd never been in a space so big and clean. Lead over to the reception, he was too in awe to hear what Levi was talking to receptionist about. The whole building screamed high class, something he definitely wasn't. Before he knew what was happening, Levi was towing him over to the glass elevators "Your eyes are as wide as dinner plates" "This place is amazing... I've never seen anything like it" "That was the plan. Do you want to watch as we go up?" Clutching his alpha, his knees weakened as the elevator began to move upwards with Levi's selection, everyone shrinking beneath him, and he was sure he left his stomach on the first floor "Holy shit" "It's pretty impressive" "It's amazing" Watching as they passed the stars, he loosened his hold on Levi a little "Are those glass?" "I would say so" "No way. How can people work under them. What if they fell?" "Then they'd be fucked and we'd get the call" Eren scrunched up his nose at the thought. He couldn't do it. The constant fear of having the stars fall. Nope. 10 out of 10 he'd never take a job here. Not that he could get one, even ask stripper. Some alpha's had kink for pregnant dancers, but no one ever talked about what happened after the birth. Arriving on some ungodly high floor, Levi lead him along the neat row of doors until he found the one he was searching for. Inserting the key into the lock, the door opened silently. Eren standing there and watching as Levi stepped in "You coming?" "You got a room?" "Yep" They were in Shinganshima. They had a perfectly good apartment. He was confused as fuck as to why they were here... and honestly, he was missing his pup. He feared spending so much time away, would undo any of the love they had between them. Following Levi into the room, he let out a gasp. It was on a whole other level "Do you like it?" "It's amazing!" The bed was absolutely massive. He'd never seen a bed that big in his life. Everything about the place screamed money, yet all the high end furnishings were practical. Taking his hand, Levi used his foot to close the door behind him, before leading him over to the massive bed. Sitting down, Levi pulled him into his lap "Surprise" "Why did you do all this? This is just... it must have cost a fortune" Laughing softly, Levi took his other hand in his "Last year, we didn't have a chance to celebrate your birthday. We didn't have a chance to celebrate Valentine's Day, and you were the only one prepared for Christmas. It doesn't make up for any of that, but today is your birthday and I want it to be as special as you are" "Then shouldn't we be at a budget motel?" "Do you really think I'd let you stay in a filthy place like that?" "No. Knowing you, you'd bring your own sheets" "Damn right I would. We have a little time before we need to head down" "Head down?" "Yep. This place has a day spa, and I know a certain omega that deserves the shit pampered out of him" "Levi" Letting go of his right hand, Levi tucked Eren's fringe back behind his ear "I might not understand all the beauty products and cream stuff, but I know it's important to you. And I'll be there with you" "You. At a day spa?" "Yes, me at a day spa" Eren really couldn't even imagine Levi getting a manicure or pedicure. He'd probably grimace at every little thing. Mental images from the movies, left giggling slightly. The women always wore robes and had their hair wrapped up in a towel. Just the thought of Levi dressed like that was a scowl on his face, was too much "Are you laughing at me?" "Maybe" Leaning up to kiss him, Eren was still in shock over everything. This place was like a freakin palace! "So, we have a few hours. Do you want to take a bath, or have a shower? Or sleep?" "Did you seriously get a room so we could sleep?" "Yep. I know you're worried about Viren, and I am too. But when was the last time you got more than three hours sleep at a time?" "I can't remember" "Exactly. I think we both deserve some time to recharge" Eren nodded slowly "Don't worry. I would be lying if I didn't say I didn't want to have sex with you, but that wasn't the reason I chose getting a room for the night" "It's not like I never want to have sex with you again. It just hurts" "I know. I'm happy to bottom, and I'm happy to wait" What was he supposed to say to that?! How had he snagged the most perfect alpha in existence? His happiness fell again when he realised that Levi would be seeing him naked... "What's wrong?" "My body... isn't pretty" "We've talked about this. You are more than your body" "But. You're so handsome, I want to look good for you" "You know, I think you're sexy. Even when Viren has vomited in you hair and you haven't slept in days. You're still the most sexiest person I've ever met" "I think we need to get your eyes checked" Levi huffed playfully "My eyesight is perfectly fine" "I don't know I'm ready" "Eren, we are the only two people here. I'm the only one who's going to see" "It's because it's you" "In that case..." Lifting him by his arse, Eren clung to his alpha as Levi strode through the room and to the open bathroom. Sitting him on the counter, he was shirtless before he realised what was happening. Burying his face between his breasts, Levi mouthed the spot as his alpha unclipped his bra, letting it slip forward as his mate firmly groped his breasts. Shit. The only one who'd been touching his breasts was Viren for his feed. Still sensitive, Eren mewed as Levi massaged them, moving to suck lightly on his right nipple into a peak, then doing the same to his left. Feeling his alpha growing hard, his head lolled back as Levi rolled his hips "Levi..." Kissing his way down, his alpha began mouthing at his stomach, his hands continuing to torture him with pleasure, his feelings mixing into something he couldn't describe as his milk spilt. Contenting himself with Eren's stomach, it wasn't until his milk was running down Levi's wrists that his mate moved back to his nipples, drinking deeply from each of them. The throbbing between his legs growing painful, his dick trapped as Levi continued grinding against him "Levi... I'm gonna come..." Nuzzling, Levi massaged his breasts harder, his teeth lightly biting on Eren's nipple... "Levi..." Keeping his teeth around his nipple, Levi nodded "Come for me" Thrusting up, Eren came with a cry. Levi biting down as he grunted. Rocking his hips to meet his alpha's, Eren rode out his orgasm, his underwear soaked as Levi pulled off from his nipple, burying his face against Eren's neck as they both panted "Shit..." It took Eren a moment to realise "Did you just come?" Nodding, Levi kissed his collar bone "You're so fucking hot" Starting to suck a hickey on his collar bone, Eren took Levi's head in his hands pull him back "What are you doing?" "Marking you as mine" "I've your mark, what I need is a bath" Levi nodded, standing up on tiptoe to kiss Eren's forehead "One bath coming up" Still not comfortable about his stomach, Eren played big spoon in the bath as Levi insisted on bathing with him. It was nice to be the one holding his alpha, their legs tangled together as Levi's head rested against his chest, giving him the perfect position to play with Levi's greying hair. He'd never expected a birthday surprised like this, but knowing they were safely locked in, helped ease the pressure in chest. Levi had been right. It'd been so long since they'd been able to do what they liked, or taken the time to recharge. The way he was looking at it now was that Viren wouldn't have such an insufferable and sleep deprived, cranky cow of a mother. He still felt guilty over needing time to heal away from his son, but Levi was fast easing that too. From the bath they changed, then headed down to the day spa. Eren happy to find that it was run by omegas, and that he wouldn't have to let another strange alpha touch him... even if he was jealous as all hell when an omega started massaging Levi during their couple massage. His mate holding his hand the whole time, even when his arm went numb. Unfortunately Levi wasn't forced to wear his hair up, and refused to have a facial done, so that particular daydream was forced to stay locked in his mind. His mate did have a mani and pedi done, scowling the whole way through, as he'd thought he would. By the end of their visit, Eren couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so relaxed or good. His aching hips and shoulders no longer throbbing, while his skin actually felt human. The lingering scents of cucumber and green tea secretly thrilling him, given his beauty regime had gone to shit and no one had warned him that after giving birth, pimple were a common thing. Despite having faced the horrors of a day spa, Levi was smiling as he lead him through the casino area. He'd thought it was just a hotel... and his alpha promised to bring him back down later so they could play the machines. The place stunk of alphas, despite the clear muting of tones provided by scent cancellers. His nose was just too tender from his limited exposure to strangers over the last few months. But, having a firm hold on Levi's arm, and having his alpha walk slightly in front of him, helped to make him feel protected. He didn't doubt for a second that Levi would go any alpha that so much as glanced in direction. Reaching the food court area, they chose a place at random with time proven scientific method of "eeny meeny". Resulting in lunch being some of the most delicious seafood and wine he'd ever had. The alcohol going straight to his head, leaving him a babbling was about how nice everything was. Because it really was. Returning to their room after lunch, both of them were full and sleepy. Stripping down to just their shirts and underwear, the pair of them climbed into the mammoth bed, Eren once again happy to play big spoon to Levi, before they both passed out for the next four hours. Eren waking slightly before Levi did, and found his alpha purring in his sleep. This day may have been for him, but Levi had needed all of this as much as he did. Nuzzling his fiancées nape, he breathed in Levi's scent with a happy sigh. It was hard to believe he could actually feel so happy after having such a shitty start to his morning "Mmm. I can feel that, brat" Rolling in his hold, Levi pulled him up so he was laying chest to chest with the man. Rubbing his back, his alpha yawned at him "Have a good nap?" "Mhmm. Thank you. I didn't know I needed all of this" With his other hand, Levi cupped his right cheek "You're very welcome. What time do you think it is?" "I don't know" "I made dinner reservations at the rooftop restaurant for 6:30" Eren groaned, letting his head fall forward "You've got to stop doing things like that" "I don't know about that. The view is supposed to be amazing" Eren went to reply, only for the sound of Levi's alarm to interrupt "What's that?" "My 5:45 reminder" "When'd it get so late?" "That's what happens when you relax. Time slips away. We should get up and get ready. I've packed for you" "You did?" "Yeah. Unless you want to put my jeans back on" "I knew they were tight. That's what happens when you drag me out of bed" "Hey. I'm not complaining. I'm happy to have you in my pants anytime" "God. You're such a sap. I'm getting up" Climbing off Levi, Eren stretched as he walked over to the discarded suitcase to shut Levi's stupid alarm off "Hey, Eren?" Pausing, he looked over "Mmm?" "Are you an alien? Because your arse is out this world" "No. I'm a baseball star. My arse is out of your league" Levi blinked before cracking up laughing "If you're a baseball star, you know all about reaching third base" "Oh my god... I think that pitch just landed you in the penalty zone" "I don't know. It seemed more like a home run to me" Launching himself off the bed, Levi jogged over and swept him off his feet. Spinning him around and holding him with his crossed arms under Eren's arse "I love you, Eren Yeager" "I love you too, you idiot. Put me down" Levi lowered him, his fiancée then nuzzling into his face "I really love you" "I love you, too. And your constipated face. And your shit pickup lines" "If you want to hear about shit lines... Did you hear how diarrhoea is hereditary? It runs in your jeans" Eren groaned, pushing Levi away "Why the fuck am I engaged to you?" "Because you love me" "I do. I know I haven't been great about saying it... but I do" "I know. I'm still sorry I was an arse about it" "That was weeks ago... things have been better, haven't they?" "Yeah... I was acting foolish and letting my own frustrations get the better of me. I just wish you could see what you mean to me" He really couldn't... but as the feelings of self loathing began to rose, he shoved them down with a strained smile "Let's get dressed for dinner" "Yeah. Sounds good" Levi was secretive as he emptied their suitcase. A large white box was carefully moved to sit on the bed, while his alpha pulled his suit from nowhere. Dressing in his suit pants, formal shirt, green tie and dress shoes, Levi was much the same except his alpha was wearing a silver tie. Apparently the restaurant had a dress code, but wearing a suit was hardly that much of a big deal, given he got to see Levi in his and that always made him swoon. Even having to pad his leaking breasts didn't matter... well it did, but Levi was so good about it, and helped him do it. There was a minor incident when they first arrived at the restaurant. Eren was required to wear a green band around his wrist as he was an omega, which Levi got angry over on his behalf. Unlike the rest of the casino, it seemed like the only place in the whole complex which didn't employ the use of an scent cancellers, sending his heart racing and nerves sky high. When they were finally seated, his hands were shaking too badly to read the menu, and his words seemed to have stopped. Moving his chair closer to Eren's, Levi took his hand, his thumb running the back of it as his alpha's scent turned into a steady stream of calming pheromones until he could finally breathe again. A few of the closer tables eyed them in annoyance, but a glare from Levi had them soon actively avoiding looking in their direction "I'm so sorry. I had no idea this would happen" Resting his cheek against Levi's shoulder, Eren sighed softly "It's alright. You're here to protect me" "Damn straight I am. Though it pisses me off to no fucking end that people still act like this" "Levi. Can we not talk about it? Everything's been so perfect. Let's have a nice dinner?" "Yeah. If you feel like it's becoming too much, let me know" "I will" He wouldn't. There was no way in hell he was going to admit he wanted to run back to their room. That would be giving into his fears and anxieties, something Levi had tried so hard to distract him from all day. Ordering meals they both wanted to try, Eren's world slowly shrunk back to the two of them. Levi clumsily trying to feed him bites, while Eren laughed because the first time his mate had tried, he'd nearly ended up with a fork up the nose. His own skills had been just as bad. The pair of them were definitely not made for fine dining. Finishing with the most amazing cheesecake he'd ever had, just because he was sure it was the only cheesecake he'd ever had didn't make it any less amazing, Eren felt like his weren't even touching the ground as they headed back to their room. It may have also had something to do with the amount of champagne they'd both had... but that was a distant thought on the omegas mind. He'd actually managed to pull off being normal... he couldn't quite believe it. Walking back into their room, Levi had his arms around his waist as Eren made a beeline for the bed. Dropping down, he sighed dramatically, narrowly missing the white box as he did. Grabbing his arm, Levi pulled him up to sit, his alpha kneeling in front of him. For a moment, he thought Levi was going to undo his shoes, instead the alpha pulled a small box from his pocket. Popping it open, Eren's eyes widened at the gold and diamond ring in front of him "Eren Yeager, I know we're already engaged, and I know you're engagement ring is stuck on my finger... but I love you. I want to be with you forever, and build upon the family we have formed. You're it for me. I don't want anyone else. I could never want anyone else as long as I live. Will you accept this shitty old man's proposal?" Tears rushed to fill his eyes, nodding as he stuttered out "Y-yes" Snorting lightly, Levi pulled the ring from the box, taking Eren's shaking left hand and sliding the ring on smoothly. It was roughly the same size as the one he wore around his neck, leaving Eren wondering how the fuck Levi managed to get the sizing perfect "It's beautiful" "You're beautiful" Rising up, Levi lifted him by his legs as Eren slung his arms over Levi's shoulders. Their lips smashing into each other as the kissed deeply. He'd thought Levi was only half serious about proposing, then not serious at all given his insecurities. Moaning into Levi's mouth, it didn't take long before they were fighting each other in a race to get undressed. Lubricated by a generous serve of alcohol, his fears over sex had temporarily vanished. Levi burying his face between his legs and opening his tongue and fingers until he was practically begging to be mounted. Frustrated when his mate wouldn't just give in, he growled, pushing Levi to the bed and climbing into his lap. Claiming his fiancées mouth, he lined himself up, sinking down with a long whine, the pain still there, but dulled by champagne. Riding Levi, he couldn't get enough. His heart swollen with love for his alpha, as Levi fondled his breasts, whispering words of praise until Eren built up his rhythm enough to be blindly fucking himself on Levi's erection. Coming across Levi's belly, his alpha growled, hands abandoning his breasts in favour of grabbing his hips and holding him down. Words of breeding and filling him pleased his omega, his own mind too far gone as Levi drove into him harshly, a second orgasm curling his toes as Levi came hard. Collapsing down, his teeth found Levi's neck, sinking into the flesh without a moments hesitation. Levi returning the favour, his third orgasm dry and draining him of the lasybof strength. Inside him, his mate seemed to grow even larger, as his dick pulsed again, painting his warm heat even whiter. Rolling his hips, he could feel himself rippling, trying to drain every drop of come his mate. Keeping his teeth embedded in his mate, he waited until Levi's hips stopped moving before pulling back and lapping at the wound. His whole body felt alive from their bond. Tears filled his eyes as he hid his face against Levi's neck. Wrapping his arms around him, Levi purred softly "You're my everything Eren. And I'm going to be by your side, no matter how long it takes for you to see how truly special you are. You're my hope" "You're making my proposal seem completely unplanned" "I don't know. I think I love your proposal" "I think I love you" "I know you love me. Never leave my side brat" "I won't. And if I do, bring me home" "Always" "Thank you, Levi" "You're most welcome" When Levi's knot deflated, the crawled up the bed so Eren could lay spooned in Levi's arms. His arse painfully sore, but it was worth it. The white box that had some how survived their sexcapades now sitting in front of him "What's in the box?" "Oh... you don't have to open it" Anyone who was anyone knew that was clearly an invitation to open it. Using his fingertips to draw it closer, he flicked the side up. Inside was a chocolate cake with pink candles "Happy birthday" "You got me a cake?" "I made you a cake. I don't know if it's any good, but I did follow the recipe" "Levi... why didn't you tell me?" "It was a surprise" "Do you think they'll care if we eat cake in bed?" "They can get fucked. What my omega wants, he gets" Eren giggled "Mmm. What if I want cake and you?" "Well, right now, you've got both. So I think you're pretty set" "Yeah... do you mind if we leave early tomorrow?" "You want to leave early?" "I want to see Viren" "You miss him" "Yeah... I know I'm not a great mum... and I'm still scared of hurting him, but I love him and I want to be better for him" "You're an amazing mum. No mum is perfect, but you give him the one thing he really needs" "Milk?" "Love" "Oh. Right" Levi reached over, closing the cake box "How would you feel about me riding you?" "I could support that. Just be careful. I'm sore" "I will..." Somehow Eren doubted he and Levi were going to sit properly for the rest of the week, but that was perfectly alright with him.

[lady-une]

Betrayal

Here is the new Jay Park story. So I guess my subconscious is salty as fuck for the lack of dates for the 2018 H1ghr tour lol. So until they give us them I will not be writing any fluff for Jay. So here is a nice painful story. Sorry if I make some people mad, but just remember Jay is a sweet precious man in real life. This is only for fun so yeah. Please enjoy and if you feel like it drop me a comment, just let me know what you think.

For years you have been by his side and this is how he repays your love. An anonymous email brings reality around you crashing to the ground.

Word count: 5762

Theme: angst

Rating: Mature, cheating

Pairing: Jay Park  x Reader (F)

TRAILER

Shutting your laptop slowly you couldn’t believe what you just saw. You were numb, void of any emotion as your brain really couldn’t comprehend what you saw and read. Picture after picture including a few video clips had mysteriously showed up in an email sent to your private email address. That email address wasn’t known by many people and was only used by your family and closest friend, but there was no way any of them could have gotten those pictures or videos and even if they did they would have come to you in person instead of sending an anonymous email.

Sitting there staring off into space a thousand things ran through you head, the whys and when’s and how’s. None of this made sense, you two were so happy and in love. You doted on that man and were at his beckon call, if he ever needed anything you were always there to give it to him. For years you have been by his side supporting him in his career while putting your own on the back burner many times. You were an aspiring actress waiting for your big break, for now you were just doing small plays and commercials.

Standing from your desk you walk over to the floor to ceiling window in your office, looking out at the view of downtown Seoul you suddenly felt the start of your anger prickling inside you. Who the hell did he think he was to try and play around with you. It would be one thing to play around if you were in a normal situation but you weren’t. A hand falling down to your stomach as you held your precious secret. You hadn’t told him yet, no you were waiting for just the right time to give him the news. You had hoped this would be a joyous occasion as Jay had mentioned many times how he wanted to be a dad. You two had been careful, with you on the pill and using condoms but nothing is always 100% effective.

“I won’t let him get away with this.” You whisper as you rub you belly.

Walking back over to your desk you open your laptop back up reading the email again. A cell phone number was listed for you to text if you had any questions. The thought of having the number tracked crossed your mind but left just as quickly, more than likely the phone would end up being a burner and taking the time to track them down would be pointless. Grabbing your phone you call Jay and get his voicemail after two rings. Opening up your text messages you send him one asking where he is and he replies back quickly that he is in the studio working. You roll your eyes and text the person from the email asking if they know where he is right now. After a few moments, you receive a text saying they do, a picture of him at a club was included with the message. You knew they weren’t lying as Jay was wearing what he left the house in this morning. You reply back asking for more videos and pictures of him acting out of hand or if he were to get intimate with the girl. You got an instant reply back saying that they would be more than happy to but it would cost you. Smiling you respond back that money isn’t a problem.

Setting your phone down you walk out of your office and into your ensuite bath. Grabbing the remote off the wall you click a few buttons causing the chandelier from the ceiling to light up and classical music began to fill the room. Walking over to your large tub you turn the faucet filling the tub up with warm water.  Once the tub was full you stripped your clothing off and paused to look at yourself in the mirror. You were still young, only 24 years of age. You worked out every day to keep your body healthy and watched what you ate. You weren’t a health nut in anyway but you were mindful so that you wouldn’t put too much stress on your body. Your family had health concerns and you wanted to make sure you didn’t put yourself at anymore of a risk then what you were already at. Slipping into the tub you let the water warm your body as you closed your eyes, thinking of how you were going to do this. You loved that man with all your heart but you couldn’t get passed his betrayal. All the canceled plans and quick text messages, they all made sense now. The lies about why he smelt of another woman made you scoff at how you easily believed him. Even when you walked in on him talking closely with another woman in the studio you believed him when he said she was an associate of another artists. A bitter laugh bubbled up and out of your mouth.

“God I was such a damn fool.”

Once your bath water runs cold and you wash off you climb out to dry off and pull on a long shirt before walking out to the living room where the mail sat. Grabbing a recent bank statement, you open it up and look over it, grabbing a pen you began to circle all the transactions made by Jay himself using his card and the times you transferred money to his account. Thousands of dollars in a month went right into his pocket, you didn’t care because you loved him and wanted to help him any way possible. No longer will you pay for his shit! Two phone calls were going to be placed in the morning, one to the bank to cancel his card and have him removed from the account and another to your lawyer. He will know what it feels like to be a made a fool of. Turning off all the lights as you made your way to your room you knew that he wouldn’t be coming here tonight, not if he was out partying. Climbing into bed you curled into a ball under the blankets shedding a single tear for your relationship.

The next morning you awoke and the first thing you did as you had your morning cup of tea was check your email for any new information. A smile spread across your face as you glanced over the new pictures that clearly showed Jay with a girl in his lap and more of him holding her close before showing him kissing her and then walking off to what you assumed to be an empty office. A small video clip from outside the door was also attached, clicking play you could hear loud moans and a girl calling out his name over the loud bumping music from the club. Your heart felt like it was falling right into your stomach at the sounds being played from your laptop. Closing your eyes you took some calming breaths collecting yourself, you knew this was going to be hard but it had to be done.

After getting dressed you called the bank canceling his card and removing him from your account without any issues. You wondered how long it would be until you got a panicked phone call from Jay, the man was doing well for himself so you didn’t understand why he would feel upset over losing access to yours. Climbing into your Masarati, a gift from your father on your last birthday you made your way to your lawyer’s office. Instead of doing this over the phone you figured it would be best to just stop by in person so that things would get done quicker.

Arriving you park your car before walking in, the sound of your heels clicking loudly on the marble stones had caught the attention of many people. Pulling your phone out you try to distract yourself from the stairs of the people around you, no matter how old you got you could never get use to them. Your family was old money, a successful business passed down over the generations. You never wanted to have any say in the business much to your father’s displeasure, instead that was going to be passed down to your younger brother. Even with not having a part in the business your family was still well known, especially you. The daughter who decided to follow her dream but had yet to make it big. Finally the elevator arrived at the floor that housed your lawyers office, walking up to the receptionist desk you surprised the poor girl sitting behind the large counter. She stood quickly and bowed to greet you.

“Miss y/n, we weren’t expecting you. Lawyer Choi is in a meeting right now, allow me to show you to his office. Would you like anything to drink?”

“Some tea would be nice thank you.”

You were shown right into Lawyer Choi’s office where you sat on the couch and sipped on the warm tea waiting for him to come in. Looking around the room you took in all his pictures of him with clients and then the ones of the two of you over the years. You and Jungwoo grew up together, his father was best friends with yours. They had hoped the two of you would have gotten close and been the two to join the families but it wasn’t in the cards. You only ever saw him as your older protective brother. It wasn’t long before he strode into the room with an air of confidence surrounding him.

“Y/n, you should have called me and I would have canceled my meeting.”

“You don’t need to do that oppa, I know how busy you are.”

“So what brings you in today?”

Placing your tea down you took a deep breath before going into things.

“I need your help to purchase stock in AOMG or through CJ&EM. Either way I want stocks that don’t give me all the control over the company but just enough that I can make problems with them if I need to.”

“Y/n, but why would you need that? You are with Jay so I don’t really understand this.”

“Jay has chosen to betray me, I have evidence of his betrayal. I have already funded enough money into his pocket so why shouldn’t I have part of his company. I will also need a document drawn up.”

“That son of a bitch.” Jungwoo sat forward clenching his hands into fists and slamming them down on the arm of the couch. “What document do you need.”

“I need one that will state that he will not try to claim paternity to my child and will not interfere.”

“Child? Are you pregnant?”

“Yes, 10 weeks.”

“He doesn’t know does he?”

“Not yet, I was waiting to tell him.”

“I don’t like the man but he does have a right to a child he helped create.”

“I know but he doesn’t deserve this.”

“He might not, but y/n this isn’t right.”

“Can you just draw up the papers oppa, I won’t use them right away but I want them drawn up anyways.”

“Fine but I will hold onto them.”

“Thank you, how hard will it be to get the shares?”

“It shouldn’t be too hard, I can look around and buy some shares from other people.”

“Can you have them done by tonight?”

“I can try, but I will have them ready by tomorrow for sure.”

“Thank you oppa.”

“When are you going to tell your parents about this?”

“Soon.”

“If you need anything just call me ok?”

“I will. I need to get going, I am sure you are busy.”

Standing from the couch you were pulled into a hug and took comfort from the one man who you knew you could always count on.

Climbing back into your car you make your way over to the AOMG office. You weren’t going to confront Jay on his betrayal just yet, no you were going to keep playing the role of a loving girlfriend. Pulling up to the office you easily found a parking spot as it was pretty early in the day for anyone to be here. Walking in you ran into a few of the artists, Hoody was just walking out of the bathroom and spotted you.

“Y/n what are you doing here so early?”

“I just thought I would stop in with Jay, I didn’t see him last night and wanted to check on him.”

“Oh yeah, he was here when I left last night. I won’t keep you, I am sure he is probably in his office nursing that hangover.”

Hoody smiled as she walked off, she was always one of your favorites. The two of you often had a girls night at your place or hers just watching cheese movies or giving each other facials. You knocked on Jay’s door before walking in and sure enough there he was laying on his couch with his arm thrown over his face blocking out the light.

“Kiseok, please tell me you have something to get rid of this.”

“Not feeling good?”

Jay shot up to a sitting position quickly grabbing his head and wincing from the fast movement.

“Y/n what are you doing here?” He stuttered out.

“I just felt like I should check in on you since you were working so late last night. Do you need me to run and grab you something?”

“You don’t need to, I am sure we have something around here. Come here baby.”

Jay held his arms out and you walked over and fell into his lap. Letting your head rest on his shoulder as his arms encased you in his embrace. How many times have you done this over the years. This use to chase away all the trouble in your mind but now all it brought was heartache. Did he hold the others like this too?

“What’s wrong baby, you aren’t normally this quiet. Are you mad because I was working late last night? I am sorry, I didn’t want to wake you last night.”

“I’m not mad, I get that you had to work. I guess I just feel a little off today.”

“Is it that time of the month already? Do you need me to get you some chocolate or anything?”

You smiled and shook your head, you couldn’t understand how he could be this nice to you but then turn around and cheat on you.

“If you need anything you know you can call me. Why don’t you go home and crawl back into bed, I will bring you something good to eat tonight. Just go home and relax.”

“Jay you know I love you right?”

“Of course I do baby, me too.”

Pulling back you let a small smile cross your face before standing up. You never could understand how people can answer that way, by saying me too doesn’t that just mean they love themselves? Otherwise why not just say I love you too, it was a stupid response.

“Y/n, are you sure you are ok?”

“Yeah, I’m going to head out.”

Jay looked up at you from his spot on the couch with a quizzical look on his face but nodded his head. Getting to the door you were just about to open it when Kiseok suddenly opened it shocking you so much you jumped back and almost tipped over. Kiseok quickly dropped what he was holding to grab you and keep you from falling over, your hands went instantly to your stomach.

“Hey now, you ok y/n? I didn’t mean to surprise you like that.”

“No it’s fine.”

“You sure, why don’t you sit down you don’t look too good.”

Pulling out of his arms you shake your head and quietly say a goodbye before rushing out of the office. You could feel yourself starting to sweat and little nausea waves were beginning to wash over you. Quickly you rush to the bathroom making it just in time to empty what little bit of food you had in your stomach. When you knew you were done you grabbed some tissue to wipe your face before flushing the toilet. Unlocking the stall you were met with a concerned Hoody who had a bottle of water in her hands.

“Kiseok called and said to come check on you. Are you ok?”

“Yeah I am fine, probably just a stomach bug.”

“Do you want me to bring you home?”

“No I am fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I am just going to go home and rest.”

“Ok, call me if you need anything.”

When you walked into your apartment you changed into something comfortable before going into your office and opening your laptop. Another message from anonymous awaited you, this time with pictures that were a few months old from the looks of it. They were with some girl, she looked to be younger then you but attractive none the less. It was pictures of her and Jay at a club, a restaurant, out shopping. There were a few of them walking into a hotel together at night and walking out in the same clothes the next morning. A recent picture with a date on it showed the same girl walking out of a clinic holding some pamphlets. A close up inspection of the pamphlets showed they were about pregnancies. Checking the date it was a week or two after you had found out about your own pregnancy. Tears started to form in your eyes and no matter how hard you tried to hold them back they were determined to fall. The man who you loved and wanted to start a family with not only had cheated on you but possibly had gotten another woman pregnant as well. Sending a quick text to the person you asked if he knows about this and the reply was instant, no. At least he was getting his wish of becoming a dad. Closing your laptop you stand with your phone walking out of the office and made your way to your bedroom. Just as you were about to lay in bed a text from Jungwoo comes through informing you that the shares would be in your name come morning, enough to make Jay’s life hell if need be. You send him a text thanking him for his help and inquire about the document you asked for, he responded back that they are ready and will be there if need be. With the news of Jay’s other possible baby you really didn’t want him in your life anymore. Closing your eyes you quickly fall asleep.

You were awoken to someone slowly shaking you awake, opening your eyes you found a smiling Jay looking down at you.

“How are you feeling baby?”

“Fine, a little hungry but fine.”

“Here come out to the kitchen I brought you some porridge from your favorite place. Hoody told Kiseok that you were sick earlier and I figured this would be better than anything.”

Taking Jay’s hand he helped you up and out of the bed before walking slowly with you to the kitchen where he had the food waiting for you. As you ate Jay stood across from you smiling at you, how could he even smile at you knowing that he was breaking your heart.

“Listen, I want to stay and take care of you but I have a dinner meeting I need to get to. Will you be ok on your own?”

“I will be fine, I always am.”

Jay gave one last smile before turning and walking out the door, probably off to go fuck the other girl. Finishing the porridge, you clean up the mess before grabbing your laptop from the office and just going right back to your bedroom. You were still feeling kind of dizzy and only wanted to stay in bed. Opening up your work email you replied to your manager about some commercial offers before coming across one from yesterday night about a drama offer. It was a supporting role and it was what you had been waiting for this whole time. Yeah your family’s money could have bought you any role you wanted but you wanted to work for it. You quickly respond that you will take it but also inform your manager of your current situation. Not just about the impending split from Jay which would make headlines but also about your pregnancy.  You knew it was only going to be a matter of time before you would need to tell your manager so you mind as well get the earful out of the way. Closing out of the emails you went over to your social media pages checking messages from fans whom you only acquired after people found out about you and Jay. Some antis and some people supporting the two of you. You laugh at the messages from the anti’s, they will be happy to know their lovable oppa was about to be single really soon. Yet it will be bitter sweet once they find out he had gotten another girl pregnant. You weren’t sure yet if you were going to inform him of this pregnancy or let it blow up in his face.

The text message alert rang in your quiet room alerting you of a new message. Grabbing your phone you open it to find a message from anonymous with a picture of Jay with the same girl from the night before. Closing out of that message you open a new one to Jungwoo asking him to come over, he responds back telling you he is on his way.

Jungwoo doesn’t even bother ringing the bell and lets himself in. He finds you laying on your bed looking at old pictures of you and Jay on your phone.

“Don’t torture yourself with that.”

“Oppa I don’t feel too good.”

“Is it the baby? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?” He quickly says as he rushes to your bed sitting down and putting his hands on your head to check your temperature.

“I just feel a little sick and dizzy, but I need your help.”

“What do you need? Do you want me to put a hit on Jay? Just say the word, you know I know some people who will help make him disappear.”

You laugh, “No don’t do that.”

“Then what is it?” Jungwoo puts his hand on your cheek and you lean into his hand smiling, he is always there for you.

“Can you pack up all his shit?”

“Do you have some garbage bags?”

“Under the sink.”

“Done, you just lay there and relax.”

Jungwoo disappears and returns with a bag and walks over to the closet grabbing all of Jay’s clothes that he has in there before going to the drawers and grabbing what he has there. When all is said and done there are three bags full of clothes and shoes that belong to him, you thought of burning everything but decided to just return them to him.

“Do you have anything at his apartment?”

“Nothing that I need, just some clothes and shoes but he can just trash them for all I care.”

“So how are you going to go about this?”

“Can you come and pick me up tomorrow afternoon and take me over to his office? I don’t know if I will be able to drive.”

“Of course, I will clear my schedule.”

“Thank you oppa.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

“No you can go, can you keep that shit in your car? We can bring that tomorrow.”

“Of course, get some sleep and if you aren’t feeling better tomorrow then we should put this off and go see the doctor.”

Nodding your head but you know this needs to be done now. Jungwoo walks over to you and bends down to place a light kiss on your forehead before walking out with the bags. Grabbing your laptop, you hit print on some of the pictures while loading the rest of the evidence onto a flash drive. With everything set you pulled the comforter around yourself and fell back to sleep.

The next morning you wake up feeling better then you had yesterday but dreading what was to come. You shower and then eat a light breakfast before going into your closet. You were torn on what to wear, on one hand you wanted to dress as business but on the other hand you wanted Jay to see what he was going to miss out on. In the end you opted for a combination, a tight white pencil skirt and a black blouse toping it off with a pearl belt. Just as you were finishing up your makeup Jungwoo called to let you know he was waiting downstairs. Grabbing your purse you put the flash drive along with the printed pictures in it before walking out of the apartment.

Arriving at the AOMG office you told Jungwoo to wait in the car and you would call if you needed anything. The office was pretty busy for the time of day it was, everyone must be getting ready for the tour that was set to take place in a couple of months. Walking past some of the artists you knew you smiled and bowed slightly to greet them, Minsik let out a whistle as you walked by which made you laugh a little. You were really going to miss them when this all ended.

When you got to Jay’s door you took a deep breath and prepared your cold face, you were not going to show your emotions to him. He didn’t deserve to know how much he was really hurting you. You didn’t bother knocking on his door and walked right in, Jay was sitting behind his desk typing away on his computer. When he saw you he stopped what he was doing and sat back in his chair crossing his arms over his chest and looked you over with lust in his eyes.

“Damn baby, what’s the occasion that you come dressed looking all sexy like that?”

You didn’t even answer him as you went to take the seat across from his desk. Sitting down you open your purse and grab the printed pictures and throw them across his desk making them cover it. Jay looks at you with his eyebrow raised before looking down, his face instantly morphed into one of pure shock before turning into a panicked expression.

“Y/n that’s not me!”

“Don’t even try to deny that Jay, those are you there is no denying it.”

“They must be photoshopped. I wouldn’t cheat on you!”

“You can stop with all the lies Jay, I know about everything. I know about the multiple women you have been fucking on the side. I know about how all of those canceled plans and late nights in the studio were really just you out there fucking half of the city.”

“Why would I lie to you? I love you, I would never cheat on you.”

Pulling out your phone you forward the one video taken outside of where Jay was fucking one of the girls. “You can’t avoid this Jay.”

Jay’s phone dings and he picks it up playing the video, sounds of the mixed moans and name calling fill the room. He quickly ends the video and puts his hands in his hair as he throws his head back in frustration.

“You have been following me?”

“No.”

“Who is the one lying now?”

“I wasn’t following you, I was blind to everything you were doing behind my back.”

“So you want me to believe this magically dropped into your hand?”

“I don’t care what you believe to be honest, I could give two shits about it.”

Jay sits forward with his elbows on the desk and rests his face on his hands, he had one of his sexy grins that always got his way but not this time.

“So what of it? So I fucked some bitches on the side, everyone does it. The fact that I come home to you is what counts doesn’t it?”

A disdained sigh escaped your mouth at his comment.

“No Jay that is not what matters, loyalty matters.”

“Fine, then I promise to never do it again. Is there anything else you need?”

Shaking your head, “That’s not how this is going to work.”

“Then how exactly is this going to work.”

“I am leaving you, I no longer want you in my life.”

“Then do it, no one is stopping you. You didn’t need to come all the way down here to do that.”

Pain from his words almost brought tears to your eyes but you held the mask in place.

“That I could have, but I wanted to see your face when you hear about how you are about to be a father…..by two different women. Congratulations Jay.”

Jays hands that were holding up his face fell to his desk along with his jaw. The look of shock and horror was worth all of these hurtful words he was spewing at you.

“Bull shit.”

“Nope.”

“I have always been careful.”

“Nothing is 100% effective Jay.”

“Who is claiming this?”

“The blonde one you were messing with a few months ago actually found out only a couple of weeks after I found out.”

The look on his face was comical, you were waiting for his head to explode any minute.

“Your pregnant?”

“Yes, I was waiting for a good time to tell you. This isn’t exactly how I wanted to tell you.”

“Then you can’t leave, if you are pregnant then we need to get married.”

“Why the fuck would I ever marry you? A lying cheating bastard who has fathered two babies who will probably be weeks if not a month apart. No Jay I will not be marrying you.”

“You can’t keep my child from me!”

“Actually, I can and I will.”

“The hell you will! I will take you to court and take that child from you!”

“No you won’t Jay, see the thing is I have all the power. Not only will a judge not give a child to a man who is out partying all night long but you won’t want to take this to court.”

“And why not exactly?”

“Because I now own enough shares in AOMG to make your life hell. Not only that but I have enough video evidence of you fucking random women in the club to make the whole country turn against you.”

“Bull shit.”

Grabbing your phone you call Jungwoo and tell him to come in. After a few moments he walks in with the bags of Jay’s things and tosses the bags onto the ground before walking to your side. He hands you a folder that not only holds the proof of the amount of shares you own but also the document that says he will not claim this child as his. You hand over the documents to him and give him a moment to read everything over.

“Sign that document and I will make sure my copies of the videos never see the light of day and I will not interfere in your work. Refuse to sign and I will make sure that every news outlet has the videos and pictures of your sexcapades along with the pictures of baby mama walking out of the clinic with her pregnancy info. The choice is yours Jay.”

Jay sits there looking over the documents and the pictures on his desk, before he looks up at you with tears in his eyes.

“Please y/n, don’t do this. We can be a family, I deserve to know my child.”

“You could have, but Jay you made this choice. I didn’t force you to stick your dick in some other bitch’s vagina! I didn’t force you to cheat and lie.”

Jay wipes away his tears before he glares at you, “This is bullshit, your just another cunt like the rest of them.”

Jungwoo steps forward but you place your hand on his stopping him.

“Did you even love me Jay, did those years mean nothing to you? All of the memories we have, were they that easy to push aside to just get your dick wet?”

“You were just a convenience, you had the extra cash if I needed it. You came from good money and had a good name. Being with you only helped my image here. If you had only continued to play dumb going around trying to be an actress we could have continued and eventually gotten married. But I guess now it doesn’t even matter.” Grabbing a pen he signs his name, “You think my life will be the only one tarnished. Yours will be down the drain as well, you know damn well that this society frowns upon single mothers! Daddy’s money won’t be able to save you this time.”

Jungwoo grabbed the documents from Jay as soon as he closed them. Jay sneered up at him.

“Aren’t you just over the moon with this turn of events, now you can finally get what you have always wanted.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about Jay.”

“Cut the shit Jungwoo, I have seen the little looks you give her when she isn’t looking. I know you want her. Now you can have her and that bastard baby.”

You stand from the chair and reach across to slap Jay across the face, “Fuck you Jay Park!” you spit in his face for good measure before walking out of his office with Jungwoo following you. You hold in the tears as you walk by the surprised members of AOMG, clearly that had heard everything. Only when you get into the safety of Jungwoo’s car that you allow the sobs to take over your body. Jungwoo reaches over and pulls you into a hug trying to comfort you as best as possible.

“Take me home oppa.”

You were ready to be done with Jay Park and didn’t want to be near him anymore. Jungwoo started the car and began driving off as you watched in the mirror as the AOMG office grew smaller and smaller the further you got from it.

“Good bye Jay.” You whisper so quietly that only you would have heard it.

Teaser update

#jay park #jay park scenario #jay park scenarios #jay park imagine #jay park imagines #khh #khh scenario #khh scenarios #khh imagine #khh imagines #aomg #aomg scenario #aomg scenarios #aomg imagine #aomg imagines

[diaryofthebecoming]

It is hard to support a friend's business when they act very unprofessional about it. There was a girl I knew in high school, she was a senior when I was a freshman and we sat at the same lunch table, after she graduated we kept in contact on Facebook. She started a small business selling candles this summer and I wanted to support her so I bought 2.

First she was reeeeeally shady about how much the candles cost. I kept asking and she would never give me a straight answer, she kept saying "It will be $40 with shipping" which was bewildering to me. I asked her to just tell me the weight of the package, and the cost for the candles alone, and I would use my business shipping account to buy a discounted shipping lable and email it to her. She told me that wouldnt work because she doesnt have a printer at home, so she pays for her packages at the post office. I understand the struggles as a new business owner so I paid the $40.

I was very, Very clear to her- even before I sent payment- that one of these candles was a birthday present, and I needed it before October 10th, as that was the day of my best friend's birthday party. I bought the candles 5 weeks in advance. When I didn't hear any shipping updates from her for 2.5 weeks I asked if she had mailed the candles yet.

*She hadn't even made them yet.* She had been too tired from her day job to make them, but it is "fine" because she was going to use "2 day shipping"

I was kinda P.O.'ed but I just reminded her that delivery services were having massive delays due to covid, and asked her to send my order soon.

It gets down to the week of and she still hasn't sent my items because "Her printer was out of ink, and she needed to get more to print the lables. (I thought she didn't have a printer????)

Even though I explicitly stated I needed the candle by October 10tt at the latest, she waited until October 7th to mail my order. Surprise, Surprise. The package was delayed. It got here October 14th. She was shocked, I wasn't.

When the box arrived I learned she had used a $25 medium sized flat rate priority mail box, to ship two 4oz candles. From the $40 total I paid I deduced that the candles had be two for $15. Kinda high IMO but she has the right to charge what she believes her products are worth. She had also included a shiny black gift box for the gift candle which was nice.

Despite the hassel of getting them, the candles were enjoyable. They both smelled really nice, I liked mine and my best friend really liked hers.

About 3 weeks after I got my package, the Facebook friend girl posted that she was having a buy 1-get 1 half off sale that weekend only. I was really enjoying my candle, and I figured I would take the deal.

I messaged her about 2 more candles, and asked again about if she could use a less expensive form or shipping. Once again she told me she doesnt have a printer, so then I asked if she could just pack the candles in a regular box and not use the super expensive flat rate boxes for a package that weighed less than a pound and she told me she can't afford to buy shipping boxes so she uses the flat rate ones because they are free to her. *facepalm* At this point I wasn't even sure I wanted the second order or candles anymore, but I had already brought it up to her and I'm really bad at saying no so I paid for the second box.

I ordered these candles the first weekend of November. When I bought them I told her that my lease would be ending on December 20th. I gave her my new address and told her if my candles wouldnt get here by December 19th, to just send them to my new address. We had a friendly 40 minute conversation about where I was moving to, why I was moving, and the negative impacts the pandemic had caused in my life that lead up to the decision to move instead of renewing my lease. She seemed very friendly and sympathetic during this conversation.

Fast forward 6 weeks. Around December 15th I inquired about if my order had been shipped, and told her to sent it to my new address now if she hadn't shipped it yet. She told me there was a possible covid case in her household, and that she was waiting for everyone's test results to come back *before she started making my candles*

What the actual fuck were you doing for the last 6 weeks before the covid scare? Luckily all members of her family came back negative, and a few days after Christmas she contacted me to let me know

"I'll be making your candles this weekend"

Awesome. 2 months after I paid she finally started making the items. At this point I stopped having friendly conversations with her, as I was feeling pretty taken advantage of for twice now sending her money and just being left to wait, as an obvious non-priority.

Finally in early January she sent me a tracking number and told me she had thrown in some free wax melts for taking so long. I checked the tracking for a few days and realized it was moving in the wrong direction. I asked her what address she sent my package to and she repeated my old address.

At this point I'm just done. I want my money back more than I even want the candles, I just don't want to act like a dick.

I reminded her about the 2 conversations we had about my change of address and once again, she was inappropriately shocked. With everything going on with her day job and raising her son she had completely forgotten that I had moved. She just used the same address as last time.

To me it sounds like this person really just cannot juggle starting a business with everything else that is going on with her life, but I still don't want to be a dick. She offers to reroute the delivery address. A week later she sends me a screenshot of an email from USPS confirming the package had been rerouted, and that it was available for pick up from a post office in town.

The address the email gave wasn't the address of *the* post office in town, but a lot of businesses around here have parcel drop-off centers in them. I figured that must be the case here. The email stated my package could be picked up at the USPS office inside Generic Name Sports Equipment Store downtown. I drove to the address and Generic Name Sports Equipment store wasn't even there. The address listed was a barbershop that had a "Closed Permanently" sign taped to the front door, and a larger "Space for Lease" sign hanging in the window.

I double checked the screenshot and the email she showed me was from usps customer service so I have no idea what happened here. A quick google search showed Generic Sports Store used to be in this location but closed a year ago. I sent her pictures of the building and the screenshots from google and told her that I could not pick up my package here. Now this part obviously wasn't her fault, but there was no sense or urgency from her to fix it. Eventually when the package wasn't picked up it was returned to sender. Two weeks ago (the week of valentines day) she told me she got the package back and would resend it with the right address.

Welp, it's been two weeks, today is Feburary 28th. It's now well past the 90 day window to dispute the transition with my bank. I messaged her again this morning asking if she remailed the box yet and she said SHE WAS WAITING FOR ME TO SEND HER MY NEW ADDRESS. Which I had already sent 3 times, instead of going back in our text message history to find it she just waited, radio silence, for me to take the initiative to send it again.

So I just sent her my new address for a 4th time, here is hoping I actually get my fucking candles. I am not going through any of this again.

Helping out your friend's small business is a great gesture, but take my advice: if they fuck up your first order, maybe give them a year or two to get their shit together before you order again.

#personal #rant #small business #helping a friend #candles #people you know on facebook #candle

[the-record-columns]

July 3, 2019: Columns

Marie Lenderman was 80, now she’s 90

Marie Lenderman

By KEN WELBORN

Record Publisher

I had the pleasure of attending the 90th birthday party for a remarkable woman named Marie Lenderman on Thursday, June 27, at the Commons area next to the Wilkes Heritage Museum in Wilkesboro. 

A good crowd turned out on what was a miserably hot day that seemed to turn cooler just in time for Marie's surprise party.  And, a surprise it was.

For this column, however, I want to digress a few years.

I have known Marie for some time, and I was aware that, on the occasion of her 80th birthday, she delivered some remarks to the congregation of the Wilkesboro United Methodist Church on their annual Adult Recognition Day.  By all accounts, it was a wonderful speech, delivered masterfully as only Marie could, and she made it a truly memorable day for all in attendance.

Well, recent circumstances (and good luck) have allowed me to actually hear Marie deliver that speech again, and, I too listened in amazement.  Amazement at the delivery, yes, but more importantly at the things she shared from her heart 10 years ago.

Her speech is timeless, and, to that end, I want to share some excerpts with you today.

"Good morning, my name is Marie Lenderman, and I have to tell you that I would have never dreamed I would reach 80 years old.  But, my friends, that sure beats the alternative!

  "Last year on Adult Recognition Day, I barely missed being eligible to be rounded up to be an honoree at the annual 'Pity Party.'  By escaping, I thought then...and hoped...that maybe nobody noticed my aging, but now, the whole church knows.  But wait, you don't need to feel pity for us old folks...aging might not seem so bad...that is, if you haven't lost your hearing, had your memory take a hike, experience receding gums, or not know whether to take a pill or insert it.

"Or, as the unknown author says at the end of a  poem, 'It is better to say, "I'm fine," with a grin. Than to let them know the shape we're in.'

"Another thought concerns my many years of walking by this church admiring the beautiful stained glass windows while on my way to school or my own church. I had never been inside and given the opportunity to appreciate their symbolic beauty until Tom (Lenderman) brought me during our long drawn-out courtship of two weeks (which evolved into 27 years of marriage.)

"I am thankful to still be a part of this congregation and, yes, I am still in awe of the stained glass windows.  But...all this beauty does not make the church...it is the people and how they relate to God and to others.  This philosophy is actually put into play early on with how we have lived our lives, and the way we judge life's ups and downs.  Sure, we've all experienced pain, trials, misfortunes and sufferings, but if we hadn't been down in the valley, how could we experience the highs of being on the mountain?

"Never, never, entertain the dangerous folly of thinking as we go through life's journey ‘I have arrived and reached my destination now and my journey is finished.  God has no further use for me.’

  "Breathe IN the relish of the moment; Breathe OUT regrets and fears.  Stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Laugh more, cry less.  Pray and give thanks for your blessings.  Breathe IN life's joys as we go along living, and breathe OUT our fear of death. 

"May God continue to bless this church and its present day saints, just as He has its saints of the past.  Thank you."

  May 30, 2010

  Marie Lenderman.  She was 80, now she's 90; and she's still a wonderful, kind, remarkable soul.  She is one of those folks I have only one complaint about—that I have not been privileged to have known her all my life.

Iran Partnering with Russia 

By EARL COX

Special to The Record

 (Editor’s note: This is in part a message from Magen David Adom, which  is Israel's national emergency medical, disaster, ambulance and blood bank service. The name means "Red Shield of David."

 The burgeoning relationship between Israel’s most powerful enemy, Iran, and world superpower, Russia, is not good news for Israel. And the news is getting worse.

An Iranian Defense Minister met with a Russian general in Moscow last month, for the purpose of renewing their “determination to bolster military and defense cooperation.”

Iranian Army Commander, Navy R. Adm. Hossein Khanzadi announced that Iran and Russia are preparing to conduct a joint maritime drill in the Persian Gulf. 

Israeli media reported that Iran has begun operating a precision missile factory in Latakia, Syria, near the Russian Khmeimim Air Force Base with the support of the Syrian government and Hezbollah. 

The assessment of Israeli Energy Minister and security cabinet member, Yuval Steinitz, is that "things are heating up.”

Concerned by intelligence reports that Iran was transporting short-range missiles by boat, the United States sent the USS Abraham Lincoln aircraft carrier, a squadron of B-52 bombers, and batteries of Patriot missiles into the region following “clear indications” that Iran intended to attack. 

The head of Iran’s aerospace division, Amirali Hajizadeh, said that the U.S. aircraft carrier “now it is a target . . .” 

We hoped for peace but no good has come, 

for a time of healing but there is only terror.

Jeremiah 8:15 

Iran has a population of 87 million — nearly ten times the population of Israel — so Iran alone would be a formidable enemy. 

But in recent years, it’s no secret that Iran has been cultivating military proxies — helping Hezbollah build an arsenal of 150,000 rockets in Lebanon, funding Hamas and Islamic Jihad in Gaza, supporting Syria and Yemen. And now Iran is courting Russia.

Iran and its proxies have encircled Israel, watching for an opportunity to attack. Israel is in real danger.  

Your prayers and your outspoken support for Israel are greatly needed.  Pay close attention to those running for public office.  It’s critical that the United States of America stand in solidarity with Israel at every level of government.  God says He will bless those who bless Israel and curse those who do not. God bless America.  Happy Independence Day! 

Brothers Found

By CARL WHITE

Life in the Carolinas

Have you ever wondered what would happen if one day you receive a phone call with news that you may have a brother or sister you knew nothing about?

Wilkes County barber Gary Beshears received a call toward the end of 2018 that would be life changing. His son, Josh, had been working on their family genealogy for some time. While he was enjoying the process, he wanted to go further back in time and see if he could find out more about his family origins.

Josh was curious about the possible information that an Ancestry DNA test might reveal. So, one day he ordered the test, followed the directions and patiently awaited the results. When they arrived, what he discovered was far more than he had ever imagined.

Josh was looking for his family’s roots; He was not expecting to find a close family member he knew nothing about, but that’s exactly what happened.

This Carolina story has several interesting twists and it all started before Josh was born. Some 50 years ago in Michigan, a young boy by the name of Dennis Proctor was doing a bit of exploring in his parents’ room. He had no idea that the box he would find and open on that day would set him on a lifelong journey.  

The contents of the box lead Dennis to believe that the man he knew as his father was not actually his biological father. Filled with confusion and emotions, he ran to his grandmother’s house; she listened and together they shared tears as she was unable to answer the question as to who his birth father was. That was the start of a 50-year journey that would lead a man from Michigan to the third-generation barber shop at the top of Second Street Hill in North Wilkesboro.

Many things would happen between those younger years and now. Dennis would have many great adventures in life including a career as a history teacher and a passion for capturing images of wildlife. Dennis would also make family trips to the Shelby area to visit the Proctor side of his family.

Meanwhile in Wilkes County, a young boy, Gary, always wanted a brother. He was envious of others who had brothers to go hunting, fishing and just to share life with.

When Josh first called to let him know that he may have a brother, it took a little while for it to sink in. I asked how he felt about it. His very natural and likely common response was, “I’m not really sure how to feel about it. If we had known each other when we were younger, he could have come to visit and spend the summer. At least we would have had the opportunity to grow up together.”

But that’s not the way it worked out.

After several emails and calls, Dennis asked Josh if he thought Gary would do the DNA test as well. Gary agreed and when the results arrived it seemed to make the case even stronger that they are indeed family. With this news, Dennis invited the Beshears family to visit Michigan. He even offered to send the airplane tickets to fly everyone up.

There was only one problem with this offer, Gary always stays close to home and an airplane flight was not an option. With this development, talks of a Carolina trip started and the schedule was set for a June visit that would coincide with the Beshears family reunion.

The day arrived when Dennis and his wife pulled up in Gary’s driveway. Gary said when he saw Dennis get out of the pickup it was just like seeing his dad 20 years ago.

Nephew Josh was also part of the welcome committee. Gary said it was like they had known each other their whole life.    

Josh got more than he bargained for when he ordered that DNA test. He now has a new uncle, Gary finally has the brother he’s always wanted, and while Dennis did not get to meet his birth father before he died, he now knows who he was, and he did find a brother and that’s a wonderful thing.

Life is full of surprises!

[mypiegirl]

THE BET (Sam&Cait story)

Here it is. I’m a bit afraid actually… My first S&C story. After al that has been going on the last few days, I was hesitating to post it. But as @wanderingsummerbreeze pointed out, it is just fanfiction.

Hopefully some of you still enjoy reading about S&C and give my story a chance. Not sure how many chapters there will be, but I’m currently working on the second chapter.

A BIG thanks to the lovely @wanderingsummerbreeze for the help and support! Thanks dear!

So this story takes place during the rugby game; Scotland vesus Ireland, and the twitterfun we had between our lovely couple.

For anyone who doesn’t like to read about real people; stop here. If you’re under age, this story contains Sexscenes. This story is pure fictional and not to be taken (too) serious. Although I do think this is how it happened. ;)

Let me know what you think.

The bet

Chapter  1. Going Down

Sam opened the door to their home, and while taking of his parka, he heard laughter coming from the living room. Eddy came to greet him; she gave him a low meow and walked across his leg. Sam petted Eddy’s back before she could walk away. Walking towards the noise, he saw his brother talking with his hands, trying to express his feelings.

His brother almost shouted, “You know the Scots will win this. Our defense is wayyy better!”

From the other side of the room, he heard people making their opinion clear by countering him. Sam entered the room laughing, “Need some help Bro?” he patted his brother on the back.

“There you are. You left me alone for 2 hours with these Irish supporters,” Cirdan joked.

“Someone needs to earn money, and it isn’t a nine-to-five-job,” Sam shook his brother’s hand and gave him a man-hug, “Is it that bad?” Sam asked while he walked toward his sister-in-law and gave her a hug. He repeated the same with the rest of the crowd.

Two sisters, with their husbands, and one of Cait’s brothers, came to visit them this weekend before they were leaving for South Africa this week. Sam’s brother and wife had arranged tickets for the match  tomorrow, they would all be going together.

“You know, the better team is in blue,” Sam started the conversation again.

They began to make their points clear of why each team would win.

“I knew you would wind this crowd up again once you’d be home.” Caitriona walked in the room

Sam saw his wife coming from the kitchen with two beers in one hand and another bottle of wine in the other. He walked toward her, taking the bottles of beer from her and gave one to his brother.

“Hello,” Sam nuzzled Caitriona’s ear with a small kiss, whispering something in her ear. She stood on her toes and gave him a deep kiss.

Cait’s brother walked passed them, “Come on you two, it’s not as if you haven’t seen each other all day.”

“It has been over two hours,” Caitriona giggled.

She knew they worked together for 14 hours, but when Sam or she must work longer than the other, they DO miss each other.

Sam kissed her again leaving, her a bit flustered.  To distract her from his lips wandering along her body, she asked her husband if he was hungry.  

“Not in food,” he answered, whispering in her ear while his hand traveled down her back, lingering on her bottom, giving it a small squeeze.

Caitriona cuddled in to his body, her hip pressed against his front. Looking up in his eyes she didn’t only saw love, but also lust. Looking around the room, she saw their family talking, ignoring their hosts for a moment.

Caitriona’s brother returned, brushing beside the couple. He grabbed his beer from the table and walked back to Sam and Cait, tapping the tip of the bottle with his brother in law.   

“You okay?” he asked his sister.

“Just a bit tired, but I love having you all around.” Caitriona hugged her husband closer. They had both lived a life full of travel, before, but were happier now, settled, with friends and family visiting, now and then.   

“You’re happy,” he said, “and you make my new bro over here happy also. I can see it in his eyes. Like I said at your wedding; we all knew you were meant for each other before you both finally acknowledged it.”

The men both took a sip of their beer. Caitriona took the glass of water beside her wineglass, also taking a sip.

“Speaking of professing, where is your Irish game shirt, hun? I’m sure you’re going to wear it soon.” Caitriona teased Sam.

They  had had a banter on twitter about the forfeit, if the Scots or the Irish would win.  Cirdan had joined them to support Sam before Cait ganged up with them, with her brother.

 Cirdan recalled how Sam gotten the shirt at his bachelor party.

Caitriona’s father and brothers had a gift for Sam. After the round of cards had finished, they sat Sam down on a chair in the middle of the room blindfolding the lad. Sam struggled while they took off his shirt, all the while saying; he had told them he didn’t want a stripper.

Caitriona’s father had assured him it wouldn’t be something that would hurt, and it wouldn’t be something physical.  

The anthem of Scotland started to play and all of Sam’s friends started singing along, but after a minute, the notes from the pipes became quiet and transported into the flutes of the Irish anthem. Sam laughed but he couldn’t see what was happening around him. He knew his brother had orders to keep the blindfold on until someone gave him a signal, which apparently was now.

The blindfold came off and Sam saw all the Balfe men; Cait’s father, brothers, and brothers-in-law singing, while walking toward him all in the Irish green shirts. Sam stood and sang along with the men, which brought a smile to his brother’s face. Sam knew the words to the Irish anthem which confirmed to Cirdan that he does have it bad for his Irish lass. Caitriona’s father stood proud beside his soon to be son-in-law. The rest of the party took their place beside them. Sam knew the last verse was about to start before the last chorus. Cait’s father held out something for him. It was an Irish rugby shirt with the number 13 and S. Balfe on the back. Sam put it on quickly while the chorus began and stood proud between the rest singing; Together standing tall, shoulder to shoulder we’ll answer Ireland’s call.  

When the song had ended Cait’s father hugged him and welcomed him in the family. Sam knew Cait and her siblings all had their own shirt. Caitriona had once told him it had become a tradition; with every 16th birthday that would be celebrated at the Balfe’s house they would get their own shirt. Her father had no. 1, her mother no. 2, and so on. Being the middle child Cait had no. 6 and every spouse that would enter the family, would get their own shirt in time. This was Sam’s time and it had made him feel loved and welcomed into a wonderful family.

“You know it’s in our closet, I´ve worn it many times before when we saw the Shamrocks. Do you know where yours is?” Sam nudges his wife.

“I think it’s near yours. But I’m not going to be wearing it again soon.” She teased him.

“We’ll see about that.” Sam was convinced the Scot’s would win tomorrow.

Caitriona walked away smiling, sitting down with her sisters and joined them in their conversation about the women’s walk, feeling Sam’s eyes on her while he sat down across them. After an hour, Cait started yawning and Sam knew they both had a hard day of work behind them.  Cirdan had left about half an hour ago but Caitriona’s siblings were staying in the guestrooms.  Sam had gotten the men another round of beer but hadn’t gotten one for himself. Excusing himself he told them he needed a shower and had two emails he promised to answer today. They all said goodnight while Caitriona told him she would clean up a bit and join him soon.  

***

Caitriona walked in the bedroom with only her robe on, tying her hair in a ponytail. Sam had his laptop on his lap, sitting upright in bed. Looking up from the screen he smiled, “Hey beautiful.” He watched her putting on the night cream for her hands. “I’m just sending the last email.”  He waited until the ‘sent message’ appeared and he closed the laptop. Getting up from the bed, he put the device back in the bag, setting it down beside the vanity.

Caitriona let out a big sigh when she felt the warmth of her naked husband behind her. His hands went to massage her neck, slowly working down toward her shoulders, he saw her opening the robe to give him more access to all of her body.

“Shall we go to bed?” Caitriona suggested while turning around and letting her robe fall onto the chair. Sam kissed her softly on the lips and took her by the hand, leading them toward their bed. Crawling in, he pulled her toward him while Caitriona took her favorite place in the crook of his arm and neck, she fit perfectly there. Her hand went to one of her other favorite spots; his chest. There, she could feel his heartbeat which gave her a sense of calmness. Sam felt the breaths she took on his chest hair, they were both enjoying the serene silence which surrounded them in their bedroom.

Caitriona’s hands started traveling along his upper body, which had changed a bit over the last few weeks.

At the beginning of season 3 he lost some weight to make it more believable that his character, Jamie, stayed in prison for all those years. Cait knew how much work he puts in his job, just like she was, but she admitted to herself and later to him, that she liked it better when there was a bit ‘more’ of him. The feel of his muscles under her fingers gave her a sensation which ran through her whole body.

It amazed her everyday  how they couldn’t get enough of each other. Not only physically, but also mentally; they loved challenging the other.

The banter on twitter was fun. It was as if Sam could read her mind.

“You know they expect a picture or a video of the ‘loser’ on Monday.” Sam smirked.

“I’m sure you don’t mind getting your picture taken, just make sure they don’t see the back of your shirt or we’re caught.” Cait bit his chest lightly.

“Oh really, you want to play it like that?” Sam rolled on top of Caitriona, pinning her arms above them. “What about a personal bet. Just one for the two of us?” Sam suggested.

Smiling at his smirked face, Caitriona saw his mind going down a road she would gladly follow. “Do tell, Hugeone.” Cait lifted her right leg brushing it to his growing member. He did have her hands pinned down, but that didn’t stop her from teasing him in other ways.

Sam let out a low groan at his personal nickname and the feel of her smooth leg against his penis. He kissed her deep with their tongues doing the dance of love, but he needed more, so his mouth travelled south, to her erect nipple. Swirling his tongue around one, he let go of her arms to let his hand pay attention to the other breast.

He felt her hands on his head, guiding his mouth to where she liked it, urging him on. Her hands roamed over his back, making small circles, slowly making her way down to his cheeks, here she repeated the movements like on his back.

Her leg was still pressed against his growing cock, trying make as much friction as possible. Sam’s tongue had made her nipples stand out even more when he blew his breath on them, her body reacted with goose bumps all over. He licked his way up to her mouth again while his hand brushed her side going towards its goal. Opening her legs, he felt her leg slip from his member and he let out a low groan at the loss of contact, but he knew what he wanted and it would be even better.

Caitriona willingly opened her legs for him, their kiss seemed to last forever until she felt his thumb on her clitoris. “Mmmmm.” She let out in pleasure.

“About that bet.” Sam pulled his head back a bit, but all the while still stimulating her nub.

“Yesss.” Caitriona tried to answer him, but Sam wasn’t sure if she was aware of his question or spurring him on to give more pressure, because he felt her grab his buttocks a little stronger.

Smiling down at her, he told her to look at him. “The bet,” he reminded her, while his fingers grazed het wet lips.

“I’ll wear that damn shirt Sam, just take me!” Caitriona couldn’t wait any longer for him to fill her completely.

“No, we’re dealing with it now, what about; the loser has to give the winner an orgasm the way the winner wants it?” Sam suggested.

“Really? Don’t you think we’ve done it all? Sam please, I need you.”  Caitriona wasn’t thinking straight. All she wanted was him inside her, now.

“Isn’t there anything you would want me to do to you, Cait? Something you maybe dreamed about but haven’t expressed yet?”

Caitriona saw in his eyes that he was thinking of his own dreams. “If I say yes to the bet, will you please fuck me?!”

Sam gave her a wicked smile “Yes, so the bet is on?” He pushed his long fingers inside her wet folds making her squirm even more.

“Yes! The bet is on.” Cait was racked with an eagerness as she rolled him on his back, pushing herself on him, her body shivering.

His hands held on to her hips, he loved looking at her face when he entered her, the shape of her mouth made the perfect O. He knew what he wanted to do to her, hopefully the Scots would win tomorrow. Looking down at their joined hips he not only saw but felt her push up and back down again with a force of pleasure on her face.

Caitriona looked down at him, giving him a blissful smile which turned into a euphoric cry of satisfaction when she pushed up and down again.

Sam sat up pushing his hard one deeper inside her. Caitriona started to moan louder as he filled her even more. “Ssshh they will hear us.” He silenced her with a kiss and rolled them back over. Thrusting deeper and deeper while she tilted her hips for a different angle, his hipbone was brushing her in all the right places. Their orgasms came as a wave, crashing together, becoming one big wave.

His forehead touched hers as they both tried to slow down their panting. He let his weight fall upon her as she held him close, their hearts beating as one. Sam slowly pulled out of her when he felt her breathing slow down. Rolling on his side, he took her in his arms.

Caitriona murmured, “I love you, but you’re going down tomorrow.”

Sam chuckled at her comment, “I’ll remind you of our little bet when the Scots win.” he pulled up the white sheet over their cooling bodies, kissed her forehead and whispered, “I love you,” also.

[tellerford13]

MO ASTOR- CHAPTER 23

We don’t own the bikes, brothers, or any “related” Sons of Anarchy, trust us, if we did we wouldn’t have the time to write. No money is being made from our stories. So, please don’t sue. It’d be a fruitless endeavor indeed. That being said, Harley, Journee, and any other newbies are ours, and we don’t share. :Whispers in creepy voice: “My precious.” The universe This reality is a mix of cannon, and our own ideas. We strive to keep the boys cannon, but since we will be shifting around some of the events, that will reflect in our writing and their personalities as well. It’s our goal to provide you with quality fiction, and solid, fleshed out OFC. We appreciate constructive criticism and love LOVE reviews, they are a writers life blood and definitely help encourage us and inspire us. We will be posting on our Tumblr where we’ll have fun pictures from time to time as well. http://tellerford13.tumblr.com We’ll also be taking requests for one shots, preferences or imagines for all things Sons at our other Tumblr, so check it out and send your thoughts!http://tellerford13oneshots.tumblr.com/ And just for fun, we’ve decided to start a Pinterest for the story! So if you want a glimpse at our girls and see into our world, check it out! https://www.pinterest.com/tellerford/

                                                       A/N: A huge round of thanks to all of you amazing folks for your patience. As you guys know, Telford is a writer, she’s got four books coming out this month. Imagine the editing… yeap it was horrific. Teller has a busy career and schooling of her own, and sometimes life prevents them from posting as they’d like. We love your comments, emails, and reviews. It really keeps us going.  Thank you for your continued support!

                                         Chapter-Twenty-Three

Chibs

I study my sleeping bride as the airplane taking us back to the states flies through the night. It’s been a busy two weeks full of remembering and healing. Seeing Greer and Padric was cathartic for me soul. They were okay. Healthy, happy, and moved on with their life. Leaving the way I had, forced me out of their lives as well as Kerrianne’s. Kerrianne. The thought of my daughter puts me in a strange place. I’m proud of the young woman she’s becoming. She’s lovely, intelligent, and kind according to Padric and the pictures I’ve seen of her over the years. The best wedding gift other than my bride was the phone call Padric arranged.

~

“Heya cousin. I got someone for ya to talk too.”

“No, it’s not me ma. Are you alone? Good. Close your door.” Padric hands me the phone, and I swallow hard as my heart thumps in my chest. Journee squeezes my hand, and I open my mouth.

“Hullo?”

“Hullo?” Her soft voice responds and my heart skips a beat.

“It’s yer Da.”

Silence falls between us.

“Da?”

“Aye. I’m visiting with Paddy and his mother, w-with me wife, Journee.”

“Oh. How…How are you?”

“I’m perfect now, Lass.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Say anything ye want. Hearing your voice is all I need.”

“Oh. I-I’m good. Lazy day, no school, and I’ve been in my bedroom reading.”

“Do you like books, love?”

“Aye. I’d like to be a writer one day I think.”

I close my eyes and lose myself in the soft, sweet sound of her voice.  “I know you could if ye put your mind to it.”

“You think so?” “I know so. I may not be able to see you myself or speak with ya, but I’ve kept up with you over the years.”

“You did?”

“Aye. You’re me flesh and blood. Padric will be taking letters from you if ye want. We...” I swallow and look to Journee who nods her head. “We could write each other?”

“What about… I mean would it be safe?”

“We’ll be careful love. No one will find out.” “I’d like that a lot.”

“Good. I have to go now my beautiful girl, but we’ll be in touch, yea?”

“Yea, Da.”

She hangs up, and I close my eyes. I just heard my daughter call me Da for the first time I can really remember. Tears blur my vision.

~~~~~~~

PRESENT

Things are finally coming back around for me. I’m doing more than making it from day to day running on empty. Alcohol was my fuel for so long. The thing that numbed the pain blurred the memories and kept me functioning. I leaned on Journee more than I should’ve, but she never turned me away, and I clung to that in many ways. I’d been lying to myself about my leanaan for so long, I almost started to believe it.

~

PAST

I can’t handle the club tonight. Not on Kerrianne’s birthday. I ignore Tig’s whine for me to return as I weave my way through the crowd out into the night air. My chest is tight, and my nerves are short. Getting drunk is a must, but I find tonight I don’t want to do it alone. There’s only one person I can stand to be around when I get dark like this. I walk to my bike and start her up with two things on my mind, Whiskey and Journee.

I have the bottle open and another in the black bag I’m carrying as I take a long draw and walk up the driveway. There’s no bikes here, so I know we’ll be alone. Her home has become a haven for us when we need to get away. It’s not unusual to see Happy or Jax here when they need to get away. The door opens and I meet her kind eyes.

“Oh, Filip.”

Her words are full or sorrow, but I don’t feel pitied, only cared for. Only she has the power to do that. At the bottom of the stairs, we’re the same height. She cups my face with her hand. Her fingers graze my scar. I shiver, but it’s not with disgust or discomfort. I really am a rotten bastard. It’s not the first birthday I’ve ridden out here, I know in my heart, it won’t be the last.

“Are you up for a party, love?” I offer the bottle.

She accepts it and takes a long pull.

“Are you?”

My lips quirk upward. “Cheeky girl. Only ye could get a smile out of me on this day.”

“Come inside.” She steps back, and I follow her in. The scent of incense is a religious experience. I’m baptized by the sweet smell that I associate with the place I consider home.

“I was hoping you’d come by today.”

“Were ye now?”

She nods. “Saved me the trip to the clubhouse.”

“Why are ye so good to me bonnie lass?”

“We’re friends, aren’t we?” she asks.

I rake my gaze over her. In a flowing white dress with skinny straps that support her full breasts, she’d tempt a saint.  

“Aye, love. Best friends.”

She gives me a smile. “I thought maybe we could do something different today.”

“OH?” I take the bottle bag and chug. She pushes it down. “Yes, and I need you sober for it.”

I can think of a lot we could do sober, leannan. The stray thought is enough to make me hand over the bottle. “Tell me more.”

“You’ve shard a lot about Kerrianne with me. Why don’t we honor that?” She bites her lower lip, and I know she’s nervous. I want to hunt down her ex and kick his arse. She never used to be like this with me.

“Go ahead, love.”

“I have the ingredients to make a lemon cake. I hope I’m not overstepping my boundary, but I know that was her favorite, so I thought maybe we could make it?”

The thought of making my daughters favorite cake with the person I’m closest too nearly brings me to my knees. I place a hand on her shoulder and squeeze. “I think that’s a fine idea.”

“Yeah?” She glances up at me through her long dark lashes. I tuck her hair behind her ear and skim her delicate jawline with the backs of my knuckles.

“Aye.” I’m not the only one who needs healing. I can see the shadows that didn’t use to exist in her eyes. Even at my worse, I can pull it together enough to be here for her.

“Good, then we should head to the kitchen to get started.”

I nod my head, unable to speak around the lump in my throat. Her thoughtfulness knows no bounds. It’s more than I’m used to from a woman. My relationships have been few and far in-between, and none of the woman had an ounce of the kindness and giving nature. I used to think it was because their lives had made them harsh and hardened, but knowing that Journee came from tough stock has changed the way I think about them. It made it easier in some ways to accept what happened between me and Fiona. It was never going to be happily ever after. The old girl didn’t have it in her to give me what I’d need long term. Instead, we’d have remained together growing a bit bitter every year as the distance drifted in and separated as surely as the ocean now does.

I wash my hands, and we work together between drinks to make a traditional Irish lemon cake. I study the yellow cake as it cools.

“Did you know they call this an Irish lemon fairy cake? I think it was part of why Kerrianne loved it so much. She was obsessed with the Fae. I can’t tell you how many of their stories I read her over and over again.” I laugh as I remember her little face lighting up as I made up stories about the wee faeries that came in at night.

“Tell me a story?”

I glance over at her and laugh.

“I’m afraid I’m a bit rusty, love.”

She pouts.

“Ack. Put that away. I’ll tell ye a tale.”

She smirks.

“Little brat. There was once a dark haired little sprite with big brown eyes and a wild head of hair. She liked to bask in the sun and draw her markings for others.”

She giggles, and I smirk.

“Markings?”

“Aye she had a skilled hand, and all her markings brought her fellow sprites great joy. They came from all around the land to be marked by the dark-skinned beauty.”

“And did she live happily ever-after?”

“Of course she did, love.”

Her smile falters, and she looks away. “It should be time to dust it with powdered sugar now.” She moves to the cabinet, and I make a note to pay closer attention to her. She returns with a canister of sugar and a sifter.

“You sprinkle. I have a few things to set up in the other room. You can’t come out until I call you, Okay?”

“Right, leave me to do all the work.”

She kisses my cheek and walks off.  I admire her thick ass and take another draw off the bottle. It’s not the way a man should be looking at his best friend. Don’t fuck this up. A voice in my head begs.  I blink and refocus as warmth envelopes my body and the tension eases from me. The whiskey is doing its job.

“Okay, I’m ready for you.”

I stroll out to the living room and my eyes water. She’s set up a proper European birthday complete with white bunting on the wall and crackers. A white cake pedestal sits on the table waiting for the cake we just completed. A teapot, saucers, and cups, are waiting for hot water and tea leaves. I run my hand over my mouth, stunned.

“…Or I can get rid of it all.” She moves to grab the tea pot. I walk over, and still her hand, placing mine over hers. I shake my head no, unable to speak as I pull her to my chest and palm the back of her head. The liquor is racing through my bloodstream, along with the heavy emotions. My shoulders shake, I bury my face in her neck, and the flood gates break as I grieve for the loss I’ve been holding back with bottles of Jamison since I came to Charming.

She wraps her arms around me and holds on tight enough to keep me from completely falling apart. Drained, purged, and tipsy, I pull back.

“Better?”

“Aye, love. Hate for you to see me being such a misery guts.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d want you to be right now. You’ve been there for me. Now it’s my turn to return the favor, okay?” She wipes away the tears with her thumbs, and I clear my throat as I nod. Everyone one has their breaking point. Tonight was mine.

“Good now, let’s be rebels and have cake in bed. Get your boots, cut, and pants off. We’re slumming it.”

I smirk and salute her. “Aye, but don’t forget the whiskey?”

She rolls her eyes. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

I smirk. I like it when she lets me in her bed more than I should. But the sheets are always clean and sweet smelling, and with her warm body around mine, I have the best sleep I ever have.

~

PRESENT

I should’ve admitted then and there I wanted her, but I’ve always been a stubborn bastard. I was ashamed of my desires. She’s half my age, and back then she was just getting the shop off the ground and getting over that piece of shit, Kyle. I didn’t want to do anything that would feel like I was taking advantage of her. In the end, it all worked out as it should. I slid down in my seat, and rest my head on top of hers. I want to enjoy the peace we’ve found and the bubble we were allowed to live in for as long as possible, before we return to our chaotic living.

***

Jax

It’s amazing how you can know someone your entire life, and still not know them completely. Dating has allowed me to see Lee in an entirely different light. There’s a softness to her. A vulnerability I want to protect at all costs. I’ve see what a man can do to a woman in this life. I won’t see her beaten down and used up. I’ve always treated her like royalty because that’s what she is, a child of the first nine, equal to me in a different way because she’s a female and I’m a man. Now I know she’s going to be queen one day. I can do no more than treat her thus. I snicker and run my hand down my face. She’s got me breaking out the vocab I learned in high school.

It’s crazy how much love I have for her inside me. Once I took the blinders off, it was like a trickle of water turned into a waterfall. She’s everything I need. Funny, laid back, but tough and willing to fight if necessary. She knows all there is to know about me and my life. But most of all I trust her. She’s not going to leave me or fall off sobriety into a drug fueled backslide. That’s what always kept me from investing too deeply in Wendy. I never held it over her head…But after her second relapse, I knew she wasn’t someone I could fully depend on. I shut off from her after that, and I think that’s where the honeymoon phase ended, and we began to go south. She turned into a habit. I stayed because I had nothing better to do and it was familiar. That was stupid of me looking back. But it gets lonely after a while, and you get sick of sleeping with the same trim the brothers’ have passed around. It’s good in a bind, but kind of sad long term, unless you’re looking for that.  My mind goes to the older members who’d opted to stay permanent bachelors. For them, it was like hitting pay dirt.  Me, I always needed someone to feel close to. It’s why I was shit at leaving even when I couldn’t remain monogamous because I grew bored and disinterested.

Now that type of behavior is no longer an option. Lee is it, and I know she won’t put up with my bullshit. It’s why I’m chomping at the bit to see my sister. She always had a way of putting my mind at ease and walking me through things. Usually, If Baby J isn’t available I could just as easily go to Lee. But you can’t go to your girlfriend about your girlfriend, so Lee isn’t the only one anxiously waiting for her to return home. For all intents and purposes, this is my first grown up relationship. Wendy was playing house. I want to build a home with Harley, for my child and myself.

My child. The tiny being is the reason I’m driving toward my old home. We hadn’t seen or heard much from her since the wedding. That worried me. It was always something with her. Even if it was clear, she was calling just to bitch. After we came out at the wedding, not a peep was heard. Which is why we’re heading over unannounced. I don’t want her to have time to clean up any messes. I turn onto the street and park a few houses down. We leave the bike. The lawn is overgrown, and the house seems to have a dark cloud around it. My hackles rise, and I pick up the pace. I don’t even bother to knock. I take out my key and let us inside.

I scan the area. The house is dim. Dishes are piled up in the sink. My gut clenches.

“Wendy?” I call out.

“Jax?”

The voice is slurred. Fuck. I jog to the room we used to share and see her on the floor in the bathroom.

I rush toward her, and she heaves into the toilet bowl.

I fall to my knees beside her and grab her hair. “What’s going on?”

“Morning sickness,” she says from her position half in the toilet bowl.

Oh, thank God.

I glance at Lee whose hovering in the doorway. “If your morning sickness was this bad why didn’t you call someone?

“Who? You? You’re too busy playing house with your new woman, and I don’t have anyone else here.” She pushes into a seated position and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.  Lee steps inside grabs a washcloth and runs it under cold water.

“That has shit to do with me taking care of the sick mother of my child.”

She hiccupped. “I don’t want to be another baby mama. They’re treated like shit.”

“You think I’d be like that? We have a good arrangement going. Don’t fuck it up because you’re inside your head.”  I sweep my eyes over her. She looks clean. I hold out her hands and study her arms. No needle pricks.

“Let me see your feet, Wendy.”

She rolls her eyes and straightens out her legs. I search her toes for tracks.

“I’m clean. Jesus.”

“You can’t blame me for checking.”

She rolls her eyes.

Lee offers up a damp washcloth, and she snatches it away. I narrow my gaze, and she shrinks. “Thanks,” She mutters.

“Let’s get you into bed. I’ll have the prospects come by during the day and keep the place clean, yeah?”

“Whatever you say, your highness.”

I roll my eyes. “Don’t be a bitch.”

“I’m pregnant, alone, and sick as a dog, excuse me if my manners are lacking. You should have told me what was going on Jax.”

“What?”

“You and .her. I always knew you two had a thing, and there I am with my belly out to here in a black dress with everyone giving me pity filled glances. That was fucked up.”

“Hey. This wasn’t going on when we were together.”

She snorts. “Right.”

“I’m many things, but I don’t wreck homes. Your home was already broken, and Jax was already out the door.” Lee says from the doorway.

“And you had no problems opening your arms for him, right Lee?”

“Hey! I went after her. Your beef is with me,” I say.

She narrows his gaze. “Yes, it is. Look, I’m fine. Nausea is kicking my ass. You want to send Prospects by, fine. Let them help me keep the place up. You want to meet me at the hospital for appointments fine. You want me to keep up with you on the phone. You got it. But I don’t want to see this bitch in my home dogging your footsteps in my fucking place like she always belonged there. You owe me that shit.”

I bow my head. “Fine. You’ll deal with me.”

“Finally. It only took a year and a pregnancy to get your attention again.” She scoffs.

“You plan on being a bitch the entire time.”

“Yeah, I do.”

I roll my eyes, just grateful she hadn’t relapsed. I give a chuckle. “Fair enough.”

“Good. Now you saw me, examined me for tracks and helped me into bed. You can go.”

The undisguised rage and hurt in her eyes makes me recoil. I did that. I fucked up another person’s life when all they did was love me, and now my child is going to be caught up in the mess. My shit’s catching up with me and I’m seeing how my actions affect others. It’s an ugly realization.

***

“Are you okay?” Lee asks when we arrive back at her house.

“Not really. My kid hasn’t even arrived yet, and I’m entering world war three with his mom, and dude…She has a right to be pissed. I strung her along, dicked her over, and bailed when she told me she was pregnant.”

“You didn’t bail. Trust me I know leaving.” Lee places a hand on my shoulder.

“Didn’t I, though?”  I spear my fingers through her hair. “I’m over here happy, and she’s puking her guts up and barley able to take care of herself.” I shake my head. “What the fuck does that say about me?”

“It’s not like you knew Jax,” she says softly. I nod my head. I hear her words, but I’m conflicted. I stand and pace the length of her living room.

“Shit happens. You grew apart long before you knew she was pregnant. Step up, be the amazing father I know you can be for the child. That’s what’s important.”

The walls are closing in on me. I’m antsy, and for the first time in a long time, I’m uncertain.

“Harley, I need a minute.”

Her eyes widen. “Where are you going?”

“I just. I need to be alone and ride and clear my head. Maybe go see my Dad.”

She bites her lower lip and nods. She understands my nature. There are times when I’m better off by myself muddling through my thoughts.

“Alright. I’ll be here.”

“I won’t be long,” I promise. I bend and press a quick kiss to her lips before walking back the way I came. There’s too much noise going on in my head. I need silence to think. There’s nothing like the freedom I have on my bike. There’s a point where the wind blows everything out of my head, and I’m one with the bike, the road, and the sky. It’s a beautiful spiritual experience I can never explain to non-riders, so I’ve stopped trying.

I pull out of the driveway and weave through the streets, taking the bike onto the highway so I can hit that magical speed where nothing else matters. As I open up the engine, I can’t help but think of my own father. He was the strong, but level-headed type. There was an abundance of kindness, but he ruled with a strong hand, guiding, and disciplining when necessary. He was charismatic and sturdy, but not hardened by the life. Not the way Clay is, or even my mom. She laughed a lot more then. Until Tommy passed. Then they went silent and internal. I hated that period most.

I learned a lot about being a parent from my Old man. I could be that for this kid. They deserve to know the same stability and unending love. No matter how I fucked up, I never felt like my mom or dad wouldn’t back me. I can do this. I find myself doubling back and heading to the cemetery. I know my father’s soul isn’t here, but it makes me feel better when I have somewhere to focus my attention.

I park my bike beside the path and walk to his headstone.

“Hey, Dad. Guess you know I got myself into a real pickle huh? I’m going to be a father. It should be the happiest time of my life, but instead, I’m scared shitless. The mother can barely stand me, and I’m watching her like a hawk for signs of a relapse. Jesus, when I do anything, it’s never easy. You always said that and I’m still proving you right. ‘Cause to top it all off…I finally find the woman I want to be with forever. You know her pops, it’s Lee. I know, not a surprise to you at all. You always had a way of seeing things far beyond the moment.” I shove my hands into my jeans. “I got to get my shit together for my kid Dad. Problem is I ain’t sure how. There’s some shit I just can’t go to Mom with. You know how she can be. You leaving made her even more… over the top. Clay and I…well he never filled that Daddy role. I never wanted him too, and Tig…He changed man. He might’ve been your best friend once Dad, but I’m not sure you’d recognize him now. Clay’s twisted him into a tool he uses as needed.” I shake my head. My mind goes to Chibs and Journee. They’re my go to’s next to Lee and Op. But Op’s not accessible.

“I’ll talk to Baby J and Chibby tomorrow. They got married in an honest to God Castle Dad you would’ve enjoyed the show. Good to see the bastard and my sister happy. They deserve it.” I think of the long way around they took, and how well it worked out and my panic recedes enough for me to breath. I don’t have a plan yet, but I will soon.

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #Jax Teller #chibs telford #Mo Astor