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insomniumstella · 2 years ago

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unfinished business (2) | bucky x avenger!reader

summary: Steve’s silly joke happened to inspire the best, or possibly the worst, idea Wanda had ever come up with — send James Buchanan Barnes and y/n on an all-expenses-paid honeymoon in Hawaii. the problem? they cannot stand to be around each other.

warnings: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, explicit language, alcohol consumption, sarcastic!bucky

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A brooding figure loomed over the table, and, judging by the sharp scent of woody cologne, it was not the waiter.

The sun had disappeared from the broad horizon, leaving the restaurant basking in the soft glow of lanterns and candlelight. Dreamy jazz sounds saturated the space, which was simultaneously open and closed. Despite the lousy name, Toro Toro was a spectacular overwater establishment — a long wooden dock led to an intimate setting with limited tables and a narrow but elegant bar. It was situated only a short walk away from the common areas of the hotel, possessing the pleasure of undisturbed peace as the restaurant imposed a strict adults-only policy.

“The menu’s full of oysters, caviar, shrimp with garlic butter?” Her sentence warped into a question as she read through the entrees before glancing at James through the top of the menu. “Delicious, but might be dangerous for a man pushing a hundred and ten.”

“A hundred and seven.” James scanned y/n’s exposed chest, eyes raking over the silk dress and Louboutin heels.

The man wouldn’t describe the attire as a pleasant change, that he’d die before admitting, but it was a change. The black satin shirt Steve had convinced him to pack matched the color of her clothing, and they, to anyone who knew any better, horrifically resembled a couple. A massive diamond ring rested on y/n’s fourth finger from when Tony had gifted it to her for Christmas, solidifying her as Bucky’s pretend wife.

The table bore two bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon, one empty and the other on its way there. She must’ve been sitting at the table alone for the last half hour, nibbling at bread and cheese without ordering. If James knew y/n, and in some of the worst ways he did, he’d guess she had established a sob story of a fourth wedding anniversary and a missing husband.

He’d be right.

“I’ve heard oysters are an aphrodisiac, so that’s a no,” she placed the menu down, staring at James as he sat down, “why are you here?”

It was the burning question of the hour. Why did James Buchanan Barnes decide upon a dinner with her?

“I was in desperate need of an evening with you, and it is our wedding anniversary,” he nodded at the waiter, who approached the table to bring more bread, “also, I was hungry, and nothing at the buffet seemed appetizing.”

To say that nothing at the buffet seemed remotely delicious would be an understatement. The Shack was holding a Mexican night, and as much as James had fallen in love with nachos over the years sharp salsas he couldn’t yet stomach. Mexican dishes had consistently been more of a punishment than a pleasure for the soldier. A rendezvous with y/n could never compare to his intolerance for spicy foods. Besides, James had no desire for mediocre pizza at the 24/7 lounge.

She cocked her head to the side, amused. “Jordan!” The woman called after the boy. “Could you bring us champagne? Oh, and more butter, please.” She flashed him an innocent smile, gazing at him through hooded eyes.

Besides the hostess, Jordan the waiter was the first to greet y/n at Toro Toro. He had been as flirtatious as he had been awkward, but he was also great at conversation, even sitting down with y/n when she had, less than honestly, admitted that her husband would not be joining her. He had brought her an off-menu appetizer, inviting y/n to a staff party later that week as condolence.

“I see you made a friend.” James spread a generous amount of butter on a piece of bread.

“I did! He’s a Maui local and works at the resort for good tips, hot chicks, and free booze.” The explanation earned a baffled look from James. “Jordan’s words, not mine.” She graced his empty glass with the leftover cabernet and shook her head in disbelief. “I cannot believe I had to sit through exhausting monologues of villains on vacations and catch me if you can, but please don’t for nothing.” James couldn’t figure out the latter reference.

“Did it excite you?”

“Yes.” She poured herself a glass of champagne when Jordan placed an opened bottle and hurriedly disappeared. “All that foreplay, and you still showed up.”

James grinned crookedly, staring into her eyes — for a split second, his walls crumbled, allowing her to witness an honest man who was truly amused by her joke. Except it was over before she could say anything, and James averted his gaze, picking up the menu. She is not funny.

“Oysters are the last thing I’d imagine to an aphrodisiac,” he commented, eyes locked on the piece of paper resting in his hands.

“Giacomo Casanova reportedly ate heaps of them for breakfast,” she drained half her glass, “learned it at Pepper’s fun fact Friday,” she explained, referring to Pepper’s infatuation with acquiring seemingly the most peculiar of information.

Her own remembrance of bizarre knowledge had never come in handy until the conversation, yet, she had been grateful to have learned about seahorses, the purpose of eyebrows, and, in Pepper’s words, “dangerous wax coating on supermarket apples”.

The left corner of his mouth curled up into a meager smile, “he must’ve been real horny then.”

“He must’ve been,” she agreed.

An unusually amicable silence settled between the pair as she bit her tongue on a cobra’s blood would be a much more unsettling aphrodisiac addition, keeping it to herself rather than continuing a conversation of sexual matters with him. James had presumably picked out an entree, messing with the silverware until a certain man caught his eye. He shuffled in the seat, refilling both of their glasses, and leaned in closer than she would ever want him to, especially during dinner, for she had not yet lost her appetite.

“Remember Elijah Williamson,” he stared at someone behind the woman, “a corrupted politician the FBI asked us to help incarcerate?”

“Yes,” she narrowed her eyes, attempting to read Bucky’s expression, “he was accused of working with HYDRA on a similar project as they did in 2014.”

“And we both knew that HYDRA continued to work in silence and that he was guilty, even though the court deemed Elijah innocent?”

“Yes.” The tone of her voice was beginning to bear hints of annoyance again, the relatively lighthearted atmosphere shattering.

The FBI and Avengers often bumped heads, given their lines of work, so it had come as a surprise when the government’s agents had reached a dead end and showed up at the compound for help. She could remember the day as if it had happened yesterday — the smug grin she had on throughout the first meeting and the sour taste when Steve had paired the two.

“We need someone with extensive knowledge of HYDRA and someone who could go undercover,” he had said then, “please put your differences aside. This is important.”

Steve had been wrong about the woman. She had not been needed for undercover work.

Nonetheless, by the time Natasha had offered to step in and take over, James and y/n were in too deep. Too deep into Elijah Williamson’s personal and professional lives. The case had consumed them, and at times, they’d almost stumble on the missing piece of the puzzle before the court had deemed him innocent, and they had been forced to step away empty-handed. Somedays, she strangely missed the countless cups of coffee, the sleepless nights, and the eerily peaceful conversations the two had shared for eight solid months.

“Do you still think he’s guilty?”

“The government asked us to not intervene any further after the trial was over.”

“Yes, but that is not the answer to the question I asked.” James returned his stare to her face. It was firm and heavy, and as he searched for something in her eyes, a glimmer of trust perhaps, she hunched in the chair. “Do you?”

She was in thought for a second. “We had very few leads, James.” None were of significance either. “Elijah donates to charities all the time, he helps kids in the foster system, hell, he does too much good to believe he’d want to wipe out half the population.”

“That’s what he wants everyone to assume.”

“I would love to entertain the idea of Elijah Williamson being guilty, but the man, as it stands, is innocent in the eyes of prosecutors.”

James leaned back in his seat. “Do you trust me?” His sudden change of tone took her by surprise.

“I could envision trusting you on the field if my life depended on it, but I’d be reluctant to ask for a coffee.” Reluctant was a restrained statement.

“Good girl.”

“What?” She asked, face drained of emotions before she burst out laughing. Heaven help me, James has a praise kink, she giggled once more, he’s so getting blackmailed when we get back.

“It slipped out on accident.” Pink hues crept onto his cheeks before his expression hardened. “Don’t turn around, but Elijah’s here, and he’s been staring at me ever since Jared brought the champagne.”

The woman must’ve developed an instinct to do the opposite of what James would instruct her because she peeked over her shoulder, locking eyes with the politician.

“The waiter’s name is Jordan.” She spoke, ignoring Bucky’s disappointed expression when their eyes met. “I suppose this action did not earn me a second good girl?”

“It did not.” He smoothed the invisible wrinkles on his satin shirt. “Please behave. Elijah is making his way towards us.” His words were less than a whisper.

She had seen Elijah at the trial, sneaking glances from the very far back to avoid getting noticed, but she did not remember him being … attractive? The man who loomed over their table had a full head of luscious, gray locks, and though he had just turned 68, he did not look a day over 50, with sun-kissed features and round eyes.

“Sergeant Barnes, it’s a surprise to see you in Maui.”

James rose to shake his outstretched hand. “I have to agree. I’d never peg you as The Maui Resort kind of man.”

“My wife and I met here, what,” he paused, “thirty years ago? We return each August for our anniversary.” He chuckled, turning his focus towards y/n. “Who’s this beautiful lady?”

“Thank you.” She offered him a smile, leaping up from the chair. “I’m Amelie, James’s wife.” She outstretched her hand, which he shook without hesitancy. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

It pained James physically to abstain from an eye roll.

“Elijah.” He introduced himself and glanced behind the pair, studying the table. “Champagne is always a sign of celebration.” Though it was not formulated as a question, his tone had notes of curiosity in it.

“Yes!” James confirmed as if breaking free from a trance. “Honeymooners,” he gestured between himself and y/n, “we’re honeymooning.”

Elijah took a second to speak, staring at the soldier in amusement, and y/n stepped in before James had a chance to deliver additional, and most likely ludicrous, lines. “Would you mind joining us for dinner?”

The politician was great at masking, but she was a spy, trained by the Natasha Romanoff to pick up every, and any, clue. “Everyone has a tell,” the redhead had observed, “learn to notice the smallest of reactions.”

It was a slight raise of his left eyebrow that had revealed his interest in the personal life of James Buchanan Barnes. His interest in James’s wife, in her.

“We’d hate to interrupt.” He spoke, and there it was again, the subconscious raise of his eyebrow.

“Please,” she smiled, softly placing a hand on Bucky’s bicep, “I’d love to hear about your program for troubled teens in foster systems.”

The soldier beside her realized y/n’s play, “we haven’t even ordered, yet,” he encouraged.

They had been asked to abandon the case, but a dinner with Elijah Williamson was the closest lead they’d ever get. The eight months they had spent working on the case had strangely been the most peaceful months he had ever spent at the compound. A snarky remark would slip past his or y/n’s lips in a while, but they had managed to act cordial. He burned with a desire to demolish HYDRA and anything that was left of it, and she had taken the hint, letting James lead the way. It had been the first time he had seen y/n for who she truly was — a great spy and agent, but she’d never know for he’d never tell her. The pair had built a balance between respect and hatred, and compliments had no place in their complex relationship.

She had always known James was a deadly assassin and an excellent spy, but she had never accounted James as a persuasive liar. By the time dessert came, Bucky had fabricated intricate stories of their wedding, life after retirement, and a random fake cat named Alpine. According to him, it had magnificent white fur and was adopted. He had lazily draped the metal arm across her chair’s backrest a while ago, and she could almost forget the motive behind the dinner. Bucky’s stories had painted him as a cool, loving husband, who had been eager for a honeymoon ever since the two got falsely married. That he hadn’t mentioned.

The tone of his voice remained charming throughout the night, and y/n silently reminded herself this dinner wasn’t a pleasure for Bucky or for herself, but simply a means to an end.

“James, do not take this the wrong way, but Amelie is wonderful.” Nancy, Elijah’s wife, spoke. “Very few people would be willing to forgive, and pardon me for the harsh phrasing, the Winter Soldier’s bloody past.”

James tensed at the words, maintaining his faux grin. “She is.”

Perhaps under different circumstances, she could see herself appreciating Nancy. The woman operated multiple charities, was a human rights lawyer, and a socialite. She oozed elegance, her graying blonde locks, pulled into a tight bun, perfectly complemented her auburn orange gown. She appeared to be out of touch with reality at times, but she was somewhat friendly and welcoming. Definitely, a great listener, and though being a great listener did not exclude someone from committing crimes, y/n had a hard time comprehending that this graceful woman could do as much as lift a finger to a small animal. Nancy couldn’t want half the population wiped out, could she?

“It was harsh,” she came to Bucky’s defense, “but I understand how it could appear from the outside looking in,” her tone had an edge sharper than she intended it to.

“Amelie’s a very forgiving person,” James shifted in his seat, removing his arm to refill everyone's wine glasses, “and she’s all mine.” The glimmer in his eyes when he turned to peek at her was a relieved thank you.

“Sergeant Barnes,” she broke their brief eye contact to look at Nancy, “has blood on his hands, but it is not a burden James should bare, for it was HYDRA’s fault.” She noticed as his hand slowly crept underneath the table, harshly squeezing her thigh; a warning that it’s too soon to bring it up. “If HYDRA existed to this day, I would destroy it myself for everything they’ve done to him.” Bucky's firm grasp had painted goosebumps on her exposed skin, yet she refrained from smacking his palm away, opting to furtively push it aside.

“She asks me to get rid of spiders.” He forced a chuckle, studying y/n, and removed his hand. “My wife is too terrified to kill them.”

“Oh, I believe Amelie. A woman would do anything for the man she loves.” Nancy nodded, causing the two to share a pithy look.

“Nancy’s right, James, your wife is a wonderful young woman,” he peered at him through the top of his glass, “and Amelie, thank you for having common sense.”

She analyzed Elijah's body language, noticing a second tell.

The politician would gently tap on his glass, middle and index fingers barely making contact with the object before he'd push it away to knit his hands together. It had only begun after bottles of champagne they had shared as a group. He was intoxicated and most likely wouldn’t shy away from speaking voluntarily.

“What do you mean?”

“Last year I was on a trial instigated by some FBI fools.” The politician leaned back in his seat. “They accused me of leading HYDRA, except HYDRA doesn’t manifestly exist."

She caught the word manifestly, holding onto it. If he had ended the sentence with "HYDRA doesn't exist, manifestly," she might've let it slip, but, and perhaps she was reading too much into it given his underhanded past, "HYDRA doesn't manifestly exist"?

“The FBI does more damage than good.” She spoke with faux reassurance. “I wouldn’t find it hard to believe those knuckleheads put a lovely man through unimaginable horrors.”

“Careful, Sergeant, I might have to steal her.” Elijah’s comment earned him a playful smack on the shoulder from Nancy. “Darling, it was a joke. Nancy Williamson is the only woman I’d ever need.” He placed a tender kiss on her temples before turning his attention to James.

“What is the secret?” He questioned, pretending to be amazed by their affection. “We might need it a couple years down the road.” A sly smile stretched across his features.

“Don’t say that!” Nancy hiccuped as she drained her glass. “You’re both so young and so in love.”

We are young, y/n thought, but hell would freeze over before we fell in love.

The woman placed a gentle hand on Nancy’s before she could refill her glass. “It’s probably best if we called it a night.” She spoke, pretending to care whether Nancy was drunk or sober.

“I was skeptical of a dinner with the former Winter Soldier at first,” Elijah wrapped a hand around Nancy’s shoulders, pulling her into his embrace, “but it was great. I cannot believe you cook eggs with pesto, I must try that.”

“I do,” James nodded, unsure of what pesto was, only ever hearing about it from Tony, but supporting his lie nonetheless, “it’s a breakfast from heaven.”

Elijah laughed at his words, loud and carefree. “What are your plans for tomorrow?” He asked, glancing between them.

Her plan was to tan in an adults-only beach and drink her body weight in mediocre margaritas, as far away from James as she could possibly get, but an honest answer might not have gone down well.

“Surprisingly, we have not decided yet.”

“Great! Nancy and I are organizing a yacht party tomorrow, so put it on the list.”

James wasn’t a fan of yachts, parties, or spending time around y/n, but he was willing to sacrifice comfort if it meant a solid lead toward the demolition of HYDRA, “I cannot wait.”

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pbandjesse · 2 years ago

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I have had a very good day but I need to stop letting myself get So worked up about my schedule and getting so worried that things are going to be overwhelming because so far it's been fine. I am capable of doing more than one thing a day apparently.

I am not feeling very good though. Like I think I'm getting sick not feeling good. But I will be okay. I'm just a little sleepy. In the back of my throat feels weird. So waking up wasn't very fun and I didn't feel in my best. But I knew James was going to buy me breakfast and that would help at least a little bit. The caffeine if nothing else.

I didn't wear the outfit I planned. And I would have a long sleeve shirt over my dress while I was at work. I decided to look for another cardigan that I could wear like my green tie front shirt and I ended up getting a 50% off offer on eBay for one I have been looking at for a while so that was very exciting. And when we got to work I sat in the back and ate my breakfast and while I was tired I was in a good mood.

I had a really nice conversation with Jessica and then Sarah when she came. And me and Sarah would do the tour walk through and talk about stuff. I don't feel like I was on my A game socially today but I did really make an effort. I just could feel how much of an effort I was putting in there.

Then I was handed our stamps that are from the assembly line that do the license plate because the handles had fallen off so I went to go reglue them and got some glue on the pad so I went to rinse it off and realized that what I thought was the stamp corroding a little bit was actually just built up ink and the stamps turned out to actually be red underneath everything else and super visible and it was so exciting. And so then I decided I was going to go and wash all the stamps. And I wish I got a picture of them because the before and after was incredible. And everyone made a big fuss about how I did such a good thing. And that made me feel really good. I like to be helpful.

And our school was great and I loved being Dee for both runs. With a big break in the middle. Kind of my ideal schedule when I'm feeling this way. The kids were really good and they were a lot of fun. But we had 30 chaperone's. Plus 10 teachers. And it was just a lot of adults kind of being in the way but they were fine. And both programs went really well. The first one I did alone and the second one I had Sarah watching me. And I don't know if I did my best job teaching her because I was very focused because we had so many people but I think she'll get it pretty quickly.

In the middle during our lunch I had a really nice conversation with Rosie. She wants to commission me to do an embroidery for a pageant sash. Her and her daughter do beauty pageants which I think is so cool because it's a world I have no ideas about. And she showed me some pictures of her daughter I'll dress up and she looked beautiful. And so she's going to drop her sash off with jeans next week and bring it to me so I can try to get that done before the honeymoon. hopefully it works. She tried to go to a place that would do machine embroidery but because it has rhinestones on it they couldn't do it under their sewing machine so I'm going to see if it's possible for me to do it by hand so fingers crossed that unable to do it.

Honestly having my purse that's all embroidered was very helpful because then I could show her examples of what a stem stitch and a sadden stitch were. And then Cindy brought me a few embroidery hoops from her house that she didn't need anymore and that was so kind of her. That's going to help a lot with my next workshop with the National Guard. Very excited about that. I'm going to have to put that stuff together next week. Probably on Tuesday.

Work was good though and once the kids were gone I went upstairs to work on oysters and talk to Sarah and Jordan and we talked about conspiracy theories in church and colts and weird stuff at ships and then James came up to say hello because they were going into meetings and we wouldn't see each other until they got home from work and then I was running right out again so we knew it would be a long day. And Jordan made a fuss about how sweet we were. Which makes me smile. And soon enough I was heading out because I wanted to get home to try to eat and rest.

I had planned on stopping to get a sandwich so I went to Jimmy John's and I was in and out very quickly. And after I got my food I went home and honestly it could not have been better timing because I was so exhausted and my blood sugar was solo that I was shaking and was seeing motion blur. I'm going to have to bring that up to my doctor's next time I go.

I enjoyed my food though and then I laid on the couch with sweet pea and I ended up falling asleep for half an hour. I heard James come in but I didn't get up all the way yet. Eventually I had to get up. And I felt very bad but I made some at home pink drink and shook it off best I could. Gave James a hug and they walked me downstairs because they were going to go for a bike ride. And I went to my class.

I was a little nervous but it ended up being great. It was me the assistant, whose name was Frisby, and two students. Adults. And we made mosaics and it was a lot of fun. We all did it together and there was laughs and talking about shows and listening to music and a little bit of dancing and I'm so glad that it went as well as it did because I was very nervous. But then I just felt great. I felt really happy.

On my drive home because I was so happy I was watching all the people out of the window and smiling and there was a homeless man in a wheelchair. Missing a leg. Who had drawings all over his wheelchair and was drawing in a notebook. So I called over to him and he showed me his drawing And I gave him $2 and he told me he's illustrating a children's book and that we should come and visit him sometime and I invited him to the museum. His name was Jay and he was very sweet. I love having a human connection sometimes.

I was very happy to be home. I brought my stuff upstairs and laid on the couch with James. They tried to give me leftovers but I wasn't really hungry. I just enjoyed laying there with them and sharing tiktoks.

Eventually I went and took a bath. Which felt great. I'm having kind of low body feeling. I feel to big and bloated. I want to feel good and strong again. I am trying to move more. My bones don't hurt as much. But the mental block that it could hurt is there. And the skin on my hands hurts. But I will try to be positive.

I am looking forward to sleep. It was a long day and I'm really tired. Tomorrow at work Mr and John are going to try to fix the presses in the cannery. And then I'm watching the desk for a bit. And then a chill afternoon.

I hope you all sleep well. Be safe and be well!!

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ggblasts · 11 months ago

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Spotted: Jordan and Frankie Barnes coming home from their honeymoon to the snow and frost bitten New York City. The two looked happy until they saw that they were being photographed that is. The two have been on their honeymoon for about a month traveling to places like Aruba, Cairo, Maldives, Santorni and finally landing in Saint Lucia to finish up the honeymoon. It seems like the two had a great time considering neither of them were active on social media. We do wonder if Frankie was in contact with little sis while she was away, or if she had to do any work for Mayor Archibald. We all know that with Jordan being out of the NFL (for now) Frankie is technically the breadwinner..... Anyways, we're glad that the happy couple is home and we wish them nothing but the best, or whatever you're supposed to say to newlyweds. XOXO, Gossip Girl @jordanbarnes @frankieastor

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tangotravel · 2 years ago

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wrongtvrns · 5 months ago

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Often when Ferah was getting to know the locals or chatting with tourists and vacationers they thought her reason for relocating to Catalina Island was odd but also maybe a little bold. Years ago her first visit had been on her honeymoon with Jordan and post divorce it was the only place she could think of to start her life all over again. She'd fallen in love with the island and the way of life. Plus, an island felt so very far removed from the pains of the past. In her divorce she'd lost a husband, a man she'd built a life with since university, and also her best friend. The double betrayal had not only ripped her heart right from her chest but had run over it repeatedly. It may have been silly to some but Catalina was the one thing she had to take back from all that had been stolen from her.

On the phone with the woman she'd been seeing lately, Ferah rounded the corner and into the shop in wants to pick up something cute for her cousin who had a birthday coming up. She was all smiles and rosy cheeks when a voice stopped her dead in her tracks. The shocking encounter felt like she'd been hit by a struck and she stood there speechless without blinking for a few moments. Then finally, "hey, babe, I'm going to have to call you back." Without waiting for a response Ferah hit the end button and just stared at Stella. Dark eyes glanced at the item in her former best friend's hand but it hadn't registered yet what she was holding. "What... what are you doing here, Stella?"

location ✶ souvenir shop, catalina, california.

characters involved ✶ stella ortiz and ferah demirci.

status ✶ closed for @wrongtvrns

Onesie clutched tightly in her hands, My Parents Traveled All the Way to Catalina and All I Got Was This Stupid Onesie printed boldly in the cheesiest manner that could only be found in a souvenir shop littered with other questionable and cheesy knick knacks. She wondered what she could have done in life, to find herself in this exact moment, dread flooding through her veins as a familiar voice rounded the corner, but the moment Stella laid eyes on the woman the voice belonged to, she remembered exactly what she did to deserve it. What are the chances — that they'd run into each other here, of all places? She only thanked God that Jordan was off finding her the ice cream flavor she'd been craving all day and wasn't here to make things absolutely, positively worse. Somehow, she was sure she'd manage to do that all on her own. Starting with the lack of wherewithall to toss the onesie aside the moment her gaze met familiar dark brown hues and her own voice betrayed her with a muttered, "Ferah?"

#threads — ferah demirci.#01 — ferah & stella ortiz.

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lfc21 · 3 years ago

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All I hear is wedding bells!

The day had finally come. The day that only happened once (hopefully). The day that was going to be the best memories of your life. You where marrying your soul mate. Your soul mate wasn't like any other special, he actually was special. Everyone says my one is the special one, there is no one quite like mine but yours really was the special one and not necessarily in the best way possible. He was special in many different ways: he could never remember how to turn the dish washer on, never knew what film he wanted to watch, would never lock the door on his way out, constantly thinking he is funnier than yourself, forever talking to himself and most importantly not knowing how he ever managed to get with you that one night in the dingey old bar you both had randomly fell into with your friends. Jordan was the one, you knew that the day he had asked your to be his girlfriend but you couldn't believe it was going to be set in stone for the world to see.

The morning had been filled with the most amazing little memories. You had gotten your hair and makeup done, a gorgeous natural glam makeup look with the softest curls complementing your face perfectly. Your bridesmaids had been the greatest help, they were secretly stressing to insure you had the most perfect day but they never once let it slip. You had decided to keep your bridesmaids small and have two, your best friends. Your bridesmaids wore gorgeous pink satin tight dresses which matched the groomsmens tie extremely well.

"I'm ready!" You shouted from behind the large door in your honeymoon sweet of the hotel you where having your wedding in. You had just put your dress on and it was all so surreal. The moment was finally getting closer you had your hair done, makeup done, and finally the gorgeous dress.

"Oh my god! Show us quick!" Your best friends shouted whilst they where waiting impatiently for the big reveal. Your slowly walked out feeling a wave of emotion take over your body. Your best friends faces fall perfectly into the biggest smiles looking at the final look, it was gorgeous. You smiled at your best friends trying your hardest not to cry all your makeup away.

"Don't you look stunning! Can I marry you?" One of your best friends joked with a laugh as she hugged you tight being careful off your stunning gown.

"Come on! Let's get this show on the road! I have a husband to marry!" You shouted heading to the door to start the day off, it was finally happening.

You where there. You stud behind the huge white doors impatiently as your sad seemed to be making a million and one jokes about your future husband.

"Oh wow! My son in law is about to be the captain of Liverpool, my whole life is perfect" he laughed thinking how amazing it was going to be to share a family with the Liverpool King.

"Oh shut up" you quickly mumbled with a laugh and slapped his arms. The music started to play you heard the guests stand up awaiting for your arrival. The doors slowly revealed you and your amazing dress. You slowly walked down the aisle looking directly at your beautiful man. The gorgeous navy blue suit showed off his eyes perfectly, his hands where placed infront of him gripping onto each other due to the nerves, his eyes started to water as the emotion was swimming over his body. The world was just you and him, everyone seemed to have banished from the room. Your dad let you go quickly as he quickly ran up the steps to jordan giving him a hug which he gladly accepted with a laugh.

"Look after her son" your dad whispers causing jordan to nod his head at his command. This was the promise he was set to make everyday, it was the promise set into the words I love you aswell as any other promises he was set to live with for the rest of his life with the both of you. Your dad quickly walked back to you with a smile and a few small tears running down his cheeks, you smiled back knowing how special this moment really was.

"You have this one now babe, I'm still here for you always" he softly whispered kissing your cheek and leading himself towards his seat with your family. You walked over to jordan as he tuck the grasp of your hand setting his emotions free, he let a few tears run out of his eyes far quicker than he could off stopped them. He saw your beauty shine through your amazing dress, he couldn't believe his eyes you where perfect in every way.

"Oh fuck!" Jordan laughed quickly wiping them away with a laugh causing you and all the guests to burst out laughing due to his inappropriate language all of a sudden.

The day had been unreal, your vows where perfect you where completely sure that jordan had payed someone to write his but he had promised it was all him. You where enjoying the wedding reception with the many loveable and gorgeous guests. The music was booming and drinks where flowing it was all you could imagine and more.

"May I have your attention please" one of your best friends said creating an announcement for all the guests to sit and indulge in.

"Erm as you know I am y/n's best friend and maid of honour. I have been through a world of ups and downs with this girl and this is by far an up. The day I met jordan as y/n's boyfriend was a day I will remember forever, he was sat there with a huge grin on his face as he knew exactly what I was about to say! 'What the fuck are you doing?' And I did, I couldn't for the life of me think what was in jordan that y/n could possibly fall for. I met jordan by watching him be a fun, loud, loveable and hardworking captain to his teammates when I first started to work for Liverpool but could not see a romantic, cute, cringey, handsome man which he clearly is today. I remeber what y/n said 'he's the one! He cleans after my mess' haha and she was right! She might of drove him crazy but he was sure it was her he was going to spend the rest of his life will. Thank you for being a wonderful couple I can rely on for any help and support in my relationship thank you for making me laugh when all I wanted to do was cry thank you for the endless amounts of parties you organized for us all and thank you for introducing this amazing boy to me ( she said pointing at her boyfriend) I hope you to have the perfect life together and make beautiful memories and most importantly babies! I love you both! To Mr and Mrs Henderson!" Your best friend said toasting her glass to the guests and you too who sat there extremely proudly at the courage she had to do a speech. You ran over to your best friend giving her the biggest hug.

"I love you" you proudly said to her as she looked extremely thankful to have done it. Jordan thanked her with the biggest smile and kissed your cheeky, what a gentleman haha.

You and jordan sat on the small white seat on your huge balcony of the honeymoon sweet. Your guests where still partying downstairs but you sneaked up to have a moment of peace between you both. You rested your head on his shoulder looking out to the world decorated with glittery dots creating twinkles in your eyes. Jordans hand ran up and down your back creating comfort to you both.

"Mrs y/n Henderson" jordan spoke to himself "Wooow I like it" he added with a laugh causing you to giggle at his random outburst which lead his lips to fall onto your forehead perfectly marking his own special person in a world of a million and one soul mates.

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invcntions · 1 year ago

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features scrunched at the reminder they were in a bad place when jordan met this girl, unable to help being annoyed at himself for not being around while everything was happening for his best friend and that it would have been the first impression someone new got of their friendship. “ you never tell me girls you've met are amazing. ” words teased softly, smile easily resting upon his lips at the clear happiness in jordan's tone. “ - as long as she knows i'm going to be around for everything, especially since you've scared off my own girlfriend. i only have you left so i'm expecting to be invited to all of it... date nights, the engagement, the honeymoon. ” of course he was jokingly skipping a few steps, though ethan hadn't heard his best friend talk about anyone quite so enthusiastically in a long time. it would be nice to meet the person who made jordan that happy, even if a small part of him wished it was still at the same time he had someone to share the feeling with. “ it's fine - i'll just stick with guys going forward and hope they won't be as easily threatened by you. ”

" i am and she is really amazing too. " it is till a bit of a shock for jordan to be saying out loud since the pair's relationship is still relevantly fresh. " i think we both already know that answer silly , plus i kind of thought it'd be best to keep a secret for a bit after what happened last time one of us was in a relationship. " femme hopes that her best friend can understand the fear that lingered after the massive fight that had separated them. something that both had sworn wouldn't happen ever , but somehow did. " of course she knows about you ! even though we were in a shitty place with our friendship for period of time , you're my best friend for life and even when we're in the grave. " jordan felt like she needed to make it clear to ethan just how important their relationship is to her. " you're crazy if you think i wouldn't want to of my favourite people together at the same time. " maybe it is selfish of her to desire such a thing when she wasn't able or willing to grant the male such a privilege when he had been with the ex that did a number on their friendship. " i promise we will never allow such a thing to happen again and i promise your next relationship i'll be more open minded like i should have been ... "

#kiillerqueen #* — threads; ethan

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 3 years ago

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Riverdale//without you i’d be nothing (part 2)

hey! here’s part 1 if you wanna read it! i hope you like it!! and have a nice day!

- So

- He proposed not long after the premiere

- And it wasn’t a surprise to anyone

- Well...

- Except to you

- Despite him being absolutely awful at trying to keep it a secret

- He was so bad in fact that the majority of your friends were convinced that you were just pretending to be surprised to spare his feelings

- But no

- You were actually shocked

- And so the two of you spent the rest of 2019 planning the perfect wedding.

- And after hours spent looking through your diaries in order to find a day you were booth free

- You set a date

- February 15th 2020

- Not Valentines Day

- But close enough for it to still be romantic

- And at 3pm the two of you tied the knot in front of all your friends and family

- It was a stressful 6 months

- A very, very stressful 6 months

- But it was definitely worth it

- Looking at him made it all worth it

-��‘i can’t believe i am marrying my best friend. when we first met, i could never even begin to imagine how important you would end up being to me. i never thought i’d end up here with you, and i am so glad i didn’t drop out of making that film, even if i did have to do a british accent, because not only did I gain a party trick. i also gained my soulmate and i’d be nothing without you’

- ‘shit...what am i supposed to say to that?’

- The two of you spent the rest of the night partying

- And when everyone had either gone home or passed out

- You two stayed in the reception hall

- And slow danced to Douglas singing softly in your ear, underneath a mirrorball

- The two of you then ran off to your hotel room

- And Douglas pulled a bunch of your favourite snacks from his suitcase that he had specifically packed for you

- ‘we’ve only been married for 12 hours but you’re already the best husband in the world’

- Once back from the honeymoon

- The two of you started apartment hunting

- You had loved the place you already had

- But you wanted something new to start married life

- Something that felt like it belonged to the both of you

- Instead of just one and then the other had moved in

- So the next month was spent looking for your perfect home

- And thankfully it didn’t take you that long to find a cute little apartment outside of the centre of Vancouver

- With a little balcony that you’d already bought a bunch of fairy lights and furniture for

- Two bedrooms, so you can store all your unpacked boxes in

- ‘we’ll get to it eventually’

- You spent hours in Ikea looking for furniture to fill your new home

- And the two of you played pretend in the fake kitchens

- That is until you ended up getting chased out by the security guards

- When you move in, you sleep on the living room floor for the first night

- Despite the place being fully furnished and decorated

- ‘we need to get the full experience, baby’

- ‘and that includes sleeping on a rug when the bed is literally in there?’

- ‘yeah’

- ‘...okay?’

- The two of you spend the night talking about all the memories you’re gonna make together

- ‘i am gonna cook for you every week’

- ‘and we’ll dance in the kitchen while we wait for the takeout i had to order after your burnt the dinner’

- ‘hey!’

- ‘true though’

- ‘we can have movie nights and we can watch you be brilliant in all of them’

- ‘we are not watching my movies’

- ‘why not?’

- ‘because’

- ‘i suppose i get to see you in person and that’s much better’

- ‘we’ll have proper dinner parties because we’re proper adults’

- ‘and then we’ll play drunk twister because we’re actually really childish’

- ‘and i’ll definitely win’

- ‘only because you cheat’

- ‘how can you cheat at twister?’

- ‘you. tickle’

- ‘i can’t wait until we can invite all our friends over, i’m actually starting to miss jordan and drew’

- ‘you know what? me too’

- The two of you spend the next few months in lockdown

- Picking up and abandoning several new hobbies

- And doing a lot of auditioning for when the world re-opens

- However any role you’re offered as wells as life itself gets put on hold when you find out your pregnant

- Douglas is over the moon

- Bouncing around the apartment

- Shouting various things:

- ‘i’m gonna be a dad!’

- ‘i love you so fucking much!’

- ‘i’m gonna make you the happiest person alive!’

- To which you reply

- ‘you already have’

- And the next day

- Douglas has already bought a bunch of baby and parenting books

- As well as making a Pinterest board so he can find inspiration for the nursery

- ‘oh shit, we’re actually gonna have to unpack’

- ‘...damn’

- And you eventually do

- Well he does

- You get banished to the living room so you can relax.

- Over the next 7 and a half months, Doug does absolutely anything he can to bond with the baby

- He talks to it at every chance he gets

- Just telling it about his day

- But your favourite thing is when he sings to your bump

- His voice soft and smooth and his hand sprawled over your growing tummy

- And your baby always kicks whenever Douglas’ wedding ring touches your skin

- The two of you make a reluctant deal to watch one of the movies your both in

- Just so the baby can get to know you

- But it is absolutely not watching The Dirt

- Even if it is still inside of your stomach

- You and Vanessa bond over the highs and lows of pregnancy

- And Douglas takes notes in order to figure out the best way to support you

- Not that he could do any more to support you

- And when the time comes

- There isn’t anyone else you’d rather have by your side

- Even if he does say really stupid things like:

- ‘hey, when i was in the dirt, iwan hit me in the dick with a microphone and it really fucking hurt, so i kinda know what you’re going throu-owWW!’

- But when baby Lucy comes into the world

- Named after a dear friend and already looking like her father, it’s all completely worth it

- Because you’ve never seen Douglas look so happy

- You thought he looks at home on stage

- But this is a far better sight

- Your husband and daughter meeting for the first time

- And both of them instantly in awe with each other

- The two of you settle into parenthood quite quickly

- Despite not having a clue what you’re doing

- Turns out you can read all the parenting books in the world

- But when you’re actually handed the kid and told to look after it, all of that goes out the window

- The day after you get back from the hospital

- As you’re trying to sort out the abundance of gifts you’ve been sent while settling Lucy

- You get a surprise call from some very familiar faces

- Colson, Iwan, Daniel, Nikki, Tommy, Mick and Vince

- All very excited to meet your newest arrival

- ‘aww, she looks just like her dad’

- ‘poor kid’

- ‘shut up’

- And when Lucy starts to get fussy

- Daniel and Vince sing a lullabied version of Home Sweet Home and she falls asleep within seconds

- She has no idea how lucky she is

- But you do

- You’re the luckiest person in the world

- And you’d be nothing without her

support my writing! if you want!

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I really loved your "Daddy's Boys" story from your Prompts & Scribbles Collection. Do you think you could expand a little more on that 'verse? Jordan definitely needs to join the family—as you had foreshadowed at the end��but what about another Daddy to help the poor Sheriff out with all his needy boys? I feel like Daddy Argent could be up to the task... :3c

Picked up the story from where it left off in the first one :)

Daddy’s Boys 2 : Sheriff/Parrish

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14053365/chapters/80706124

The drive to the convention droned on as the pair travelled down the road. Having set out early in the morning John feigned wanting to catch more sleep by turning his head to the side and pulling back the seat. In reality the man was just plotting his next move. This power he had was his, he didn’t know how long for or what it meant but he knew what he wanted, right now he wanted a way to corrupt his new Deputy.

Taking the entire drive to think about his plans John could feel a part of him enjoying it and wanting more. It felt so right, so right that he could see that even just his thoughts could affect the world around him, it gave him a rush like he had never felt before.

“Uh. Sheriff?” Parrish called out. Reaching out he touched the older man’s shoulder to wake him. Giving a gentle shake he rolled his neck and body after the quiet drive.

All the time that John had to himself let the Sheriff come up with a plan for their weekend. His experience with his three boys already had given him enough knowledge to know that the more general the better. Starting with smaller pieces and building them up was the best way and the fastest way. After all Derek barely lasted a few days before he was his, now he was sure Parrish would be his by the end of the long weekend.

“You know I wish you’d relax more around me when we’re not at work.” Just like all the times before John could feel the little pulse radiate from his body, the coin around his neck glinting gently on the chain.

Blinking a few times at the reflection of the light in his eyes Parrish shook his head, swinging the tiredness off of his body and with it began shedding his old self. “Sorry John, I guess it’s just some old ranking habits from the army.” He tried to excuse himself for his overt properness that had earned him his nickname of Scout in the station bullpen.

“It’s alright Jordan.” The boss replied, sitting up slowly and looking around at the hotel.

“Looks like they picked out a fancy place for this year’s convention.” He said with a whistle joining in with the Sheriff’s assessment of the building.

“As long as they’re paying.” John agreed with a chuckle.

Getting out of the car together the pair both did simultaneous stretches, taking in the fresh flowing air and basking in the warm glow of the high morning sun.

“Well let’s go get checked in and put our things in our room. We’ve got free time until the first meeting later on.” Sheriff said opening up the back of the car and taking his things out, Parrish on the other side doing the same.

Entering the tall hotel they walked through the grandiose lobby. Passing various people around them John recognised a few faces in the crowds; cops that he had started with, some officers that he had met a few years into his job, even older officers that continued to help out. Following the scattered trail of people they made their way to the front desk.

“How about you go sign us in with convention and I’ll get the keys to the room and I’ll meet you back over by the desk.” John suggested with a nod in the direction of the organisation desk.

“Sure thing Sher-- John.” Catching his own words Jordan chuckled as he corrected himself and left the older man.

With diverging tasks John watched Parrish go off already setting his plan in motion for his newest boy.

“Hi, I have a booking under Stilinski.”

“Certainly sir..” With a quick flurry of the information the receptionist looked for their booking. “That’s one room with two singles.” He said asking for the confirmation.

“Actually, there’s been a slight change, could I get the room changed to a single queen?” John asked, trying to vie for a different room without being too aggressive in his approach.

“Let me look it up for you…” Clacking at the keyboard again he looked up with slight worry on his face. “I’m afraid we’re almost fully booked with the convention, the only room we have left available is the honeymoon suite which will cost you extra if you want to upgrade.”

This was perfect, almost too perfect for his plans, fighting back the smirk that wanted to flash on his face. John nodded with only a small smile. “That’s okay, could you charge it to my card?” He asked, wanting to snatch up the room as quickly as possible John pushed his card across the counter giving the hotel worker the go ahead.

“Alright then let me just change this up…” The clerk worked the system and quickly changed John’s booking around giving him the suite and swapping the rooms. “That’s all confirmed on our end, here is your key and your room is 802. The elevator is down that hallway and then the room will be left after doors open on the eighth floor. I hope you have a pleasant stay with us.“

Taking everything back with that same smile John nodded. “Thanks. I’m sure it'll all be perfect” Winking a the worker John picked up the things and made his way over to the desk seeing Jordan chatting with a few other new recruits to the force.

The male was smiling and being courteous to the strangers, an aspect John had admired about him which made him want to leave his mark behind it all even more. Take the clean interior and paint it.

“Sheriff Stilinski!” One of the stationed volunteers called out to the older man with a smile. “I heard you were joining us with a new second this year, which must be this strapping gentleman here.”

Parrish blushed a little bit at the praise he had received from the strangers, being polite and courteous wasn’t anything he thought was that out of the ordinary.

“That’s right, Deputy Parrish has been a great help to the station and to me since he joined, I’m very proud of him.” John smiled at the Deputy making him blush even more.

“John… uh, Sheriff Stilinski - “ Correcting himself again Jordan quickly made sure that he didn’t leave any dead air. “- is just being kind. I’m only helping out here and there, it’s really all the other officers that do the heavy lifting.” Trying to smile kindly he swept at the praise and looked almost pleadingly to John for a proverbial life ring.

“He’s just being modest, our Scout here is worth every bit of praise he gets.” Laughing properly the older man patted Jordan on the back as he started to disengage the situation. “We should head up to our room though, get our stuff down and stretch out after the long drive.”

Waving them off the pair separated from the side group and started away from the main floor towards the elevator. As the elevator rose through the floors the sound waved in the background behind them with stereotypical elevator music filling the empty space.

“Thanks, I didn’t think they were going to let me go unless I ran.” Jordan tried to make a joke at how heavily friendly the group had been when he first went over to sign them in.

“Trust me, if you think they’re bad now wait till you find them at the bar after hours. You need to be Houdini to get away from them.”

“I’ll make sure to keep that in mind and get an exit strategy in place. How was everything with reception? Was there any trouble?”

Being asked about the other side of their plans John let out a soft sigh. “Well it seems like there was a mix up in some bookings so our room got changed but we’ll just have to see what it is. I’m sure we’ll be able to make do with what we’ve got. He said that they were booked up with the convention going on this weekend.”

The elevator dinged in perfect time, opening the doors a moment later to the corridor. Following down the signs and the numbers John and Parrish traveled down the floor that had its rooms sporadically spread out.

“800… 801…” John muttered to himself as they both looked for their room.

“802?” Parrish called out looking at the door in front of him, stealing a glance at what was written on the key slip they had.

“802.” Nodding in reply John smiled, lifting up the key for the door and unlocking it with a simple swipe of the card. “Home sweet home.”

In the room it was lavishly open. It was more of a bachelor apartment than it was a hotel room. Stepping in they were greeted to an open room, neatly spread spaces that flowed into the next with ease. One corner had couches surrounding a coffee table that all faced onto a wall mounted TV. The other a small little kitchen area with high seats and a counter. Facing out over the top of the city line they had a balcony that overlooked the surrounding area which had to be one of the best views in the place.

But the expense didn’t end there. Off against the wall on the other side was their bed, a comfortable queen sized bed, just one. The single unit bed was enough to stop their amazement of the room.

“There’s only one bed.” Jordan pointed out as their bags came to a halt.

“That’s no problem right? The couch doesn’t look all that comfortable but we can share, it’s got plenty of room.” John said as he truly acted nonchalant about the fact there was one bed after all he was the one that orchestrated it. “Hey Parrish, look over here. There’s a jacuzzi bath here as well.” The Sheriff called out, waving the Deputy towards him and showing the wide open bathroom.

“Seems more like an upgrade than a mix up, but are you sure sharing the bed is okay? I don’t want it to--”

“Relax Jordan, I told you before, didn't I? You should be more relaxed around me.” John started to slowly twist the earlier change he had made earlier in the car, glinting again around his neck the coin shone in the overhead light.

“Right.. You’re right, Sorry John, I guess it’s just been a while since I’ve had to share a space with someone before, let alone my boss.” Straightening his clothes Jordan swallowed down with the confession the changing male looked around as he grabbed his shirt and fanned the air from his body. “Do you mind if I take some clothes off? It was a long drive and I don’t want to sweat out my clothes.” He asked as he had already begun peeling his t-shirt and dropping it to the floor.

“No go right ahead, do what you need to do, it’s just us here after all.” John reassured him with a slight hesitancy at how fast things had begun to shift. Of course he had anticipated for things to move faster but this was still faster than even he thought.

Disappearing from view for a moment Jordan stepped to the couch and started to hang his clothes out so that they could air without becoming stale, but he didn’t stop there. Coming back Jordan was dressed only in a pair of white briefs, cut up into his crotch; the briefs could have been mistaken for a thong if it weren’t for thinner covering over his ass. Which explained to John how the other’s ass always looked so smooth in the tight work pants of their uniform.

“Hope you don’t mind, I’m usually just lounging in my own place. After spending time in the army you kind of get used to it, you know?” Jordan asked, alluding to the man’s own time serving. With a smile as he came back and looked around the tub. “I haven’t had a good tub in a long time, I’ve been meaning to get one for my place but they’re so expensive to run.”

“Not at all.” John replied, his eyes eagerly taking in the other’s body. Being almost fresh off of his time in service Parrish’s body was still in peak condition. Muscles cut and strong, his skin was also smooth and soft. All of it looking like it was calling out to the man for his marks.

Usually walking around his own apartment in his underwear Jordan’s mind began to slowly twist and form into this new Jordan that was placing John in that same space that would allow him to lower his inhibitions and open himself up to becoming one of John’s boys - one of Daddy’s boys.

“Why don’t we try it out? After all, we’ve got time before we’re needed for anything and the opening meeting is always just a standard introductory meeting that we could skip.” John tested the hypothetical waters dipping his idea into the space with a little wave. “It would be a good way of relaxing together and building our bond.” John pushed a little more trying to shape the other’s view of it with his nudges.

“Sounds like a good idea, as long as you’re okay with skinny dipping. I didn’t bring any swimming stuff with me and I don’t think it’d be a great idea to get our underwear soaked in the tub.” The younger male explained looking around the bathroom for things that would make their shared, essentially, bath together more than just water.

“That was exactly what I was thinking.” Smiling at the other John clapped at Jordan’s shoulder as he passed him. Going out to the bed right beside the bathroom the older man started to take his clothes off. “Start the water so it’s good and hot.”

Reaching down Jordan fiddled with the taps and started to fill the tub and turn on the heater as well. Putting in some of the complimentary bath lotions to give the water a little scent but not enough to fill it with bubbles and perfume.

Once the water was one the rise Jordan pulled down his underwear and threw them onto the rack by the wall to get them out of the way so that he could get into the pool without a worry. Leaning over, Parrish bent down, sticking his hand into the tub to test the temperature of the water as it filled up and that was how the Sheriff found him.

Naked and reaching down Jordan’s ass was sticking out behind him, an enticing sight all for him to see. Making the mental note of it being the first time he gets to see the other’s body John approached him from the side his own boxer briefs still on.

“How’s the water?”

“Almost there, just waiting on it to fill up -- “ Turning around to speak to the other Parrish immediately noticed the other’s state of dress. “I thought we were going to skinny dip it?” He asked, now feeling a little bit embarrassed about his own naked state.

“We are, but you know how it is. It can get a bit cold, no one wants to be the smallest in the group.” John chuckled. Reaching down he took a light grasp of his crotch and showed off how deceptive the bulge was behind the underwear.

After gaining his first two boys and putting his own body through his own wishes John’s wardrobe went through a small change. With more fitting clothes, more prouder clothes the older man took a step into a more bold sense of style. It was subtle but enough to anyone that would have watched him in any significant way.

The cuts were a little bit tighter, the fit was a little bit better. Wishing your own body back to its peak of fitness had its perks now he'd be able to go toe to toe with the best of the young officers. Not to mention the wishes he had for his own sex.

One of which he was showing off to the Deputy. Of course the Sheriff was already proud of his size, but a little more never hurt but that wasn’t the only thing that changed. After all, now when he had three hungry boys that begged to be filled with cum almost every hour of the day a little bit of help in that department was only logical.

But now he was even prouder of it knowing that all the power he could want was his.

“Come on John. There’s no need to be shy about it. The guys in our unit would compare all the time. Surely you were the same.” Jordan asked looking down at the other’s bulge the question of how big the man was starting to wave in his mind. The mental shots of his boss's body , mainly of his cock, but his body just posing in front of him.

“You get a different view as you get older, Parrish. Besides, compared to you young ones now I’m probably not worth the second glance.” John teased through self deprecating humour wanting to see how the Deputy responded.

“That’s nonsense, you’re in good shape.” Jordan reached out pointing at the older man’s body, his eyes and fingers dancing down the man’s chest until they were gaining on his hips. “You’ve got good definition here.” His fingers brushed past the other’s ribs all so he could quickly move next. In a flash the Deputy reached down, grabbing at John’s underwear he pulled them away in a swift motion. Dropping to his knees Parrish released the Sheriff’s cock from its prison and exposed him in an instant.

Down at the new height Jordan was at the perfect eye level to see all of the man’s crotch in its glory. Accidentally staring at it Jordan’s eyes looked at it almost as if he were studying it but in truth it was because he felt drawn to it.

“Jordan?” John called out to him trying to see if he could get the other’s attention. Of course, he knew what was happening, but he still decided to be safe. This, just like everything else that had happened, had all been according to the man’s plans, his wishes.

Distracting Jordan with his cock he knew that the seeds that he had been planting were all coming to fruition now.

A moment after John called out to him Jordan finally reacted, shaking his head getting himself out of his trance for a moment. “Sorry, just.. Never seen one like yours, and I saw a lot in the tents.” Parrish laughed it off, still unable to pull his eyes away.

“It’s alrig--”

“It’s just so big… so smooth….” The longer Jordan looked the deeper his fascination grew, forming until it started to become an obsession. “So perfect…. It even smells so.….” Pushing forward Jordan buried his face into the crook of the man’s crotch. His nose pushed up against the trimmed pubes until he was able to rub his face against it. Unable to pull himself away from the desire that was building up in him Jordan would have been blind sided if he had noticed it but instead the more he gave into it the more it would cement itself in his head.

“Uh… Jor-” Before John could probe the other at what he was thinking the deputy was pulling away from his musk only to enable his next thought.

Once his face had been freed from inhaling his boss’ musk he opened his eyes, his pupils blown with lust taking in the sight before him. “I wonder what it tastes like..” Before Jordan even had a chance to blink the Deputy was already closing in with an open mouth in tow taking the soft tip into his mouth.

Seeing the younger’s changed self growing stronger John smirked reaching down he rubbed at Parrish’s scalp. Guiding him with a gentle touch as his soft cock started to take up Jordan’s mouth, slowly starting to react to the wet tongue that was lapping at his skin. “That’s it, taste Daddy’s cock, let Daddy feed you.”

Looking up with eager eyes Jordan showed off the new sense of self he was getting. ‘Sheriff…John…Daddy… ‘ The names flowed through his head, each one of them making more sense than the rest until he was saying them out loud. “Dad…. Daddy..” Saying the name aloud was the final push it needed. Shining brightly in his eyes Jordan’s gaze fell on the coin as it took root.

“That’s right. I’m Daddy, and you’re my boy, and you have some brothers waiting for us back at home. But you’ll meet them after this weekend. Right now. Daddy needs to take care of his new boy.”

Brushing Jordan’s hair back he pushed the kneeling Deputy to the side and made his way to the tub that had now filled and was ready.

“Let’s test out the pool.”

Jordan rose to his feet in a hurry and joined his Daddy in the tub. Sitting down beside him he looked at the man while the changes started to settle in his body, the heat of the tub making him relax even more against the heat.

“Daddy?” Pressing his body against John’s side, Jordan got as close as he could like that. His hand pressed on the man’s chest. Starting its path down his abs towards the cock he gripped it firmly giving him some assured strokes. “Can I taste your cock again?”

“That depends, baby. Why don’t you come sit in Daddy’s lap and answer some questions first..” He leaned back to give Jordan the room to settle against him. Taking the opportunity Jordan slid his body over John’s lap and planted himself firmly against him. It was only a moment of adjusting before their bodies were slotted against each other, Jordan’s ass on top of the man’s cock feeling the shaft between his cheeks.

“I’m here Daddy.” Jordan said almost gleefully, taking his seat and smiling. His hands began to rub against John’s body, truly feeling him and getting to know his Daddy’s body.

“You said that you’ve compared with the other officers in your troop, did you do any more than that?” Taking Jordan’s chin in his fingers John lifted it gently so that their eyes could share the gaze. Staring at each other as it deepened their bond.

“No Daddy, we only just compared our sizes. But sometimes we would prank each other, wake someone up with a cock slap to the face.” The memories made him chuckle, his hands not stopping as he squeezed along his chest.

“So you’ve never experimented with other men before?” His voice pushed with a slight authority.

“Not during my service… but I did jerk off one of my friends in school.”

“That's all?”

“I didn’t really feel like it was for me.. But there’s just something about Daddy’s that draws me to it.” He admitted eyes looking earnestly back at the man. Wide and soft showing no hesitancy for it now.

Taking his hands lower, John began his own exploration of the other’s body. “That’s because Daddy is the best, and you know it, but I’m going to show you why today.”

“Yes Daddy.”

The hands traveled lower and lower, trailing down his abs and around to reach Jordan’s ass. Holding the cheeks in his hands John groped at them lightly enough to only ripple gently in the water.

Gasping at the new sensation Jordan glanced over his shoulder. He had had his ass slapped and hit in jest before but John’s hands massaging him and playing with his ass was something new entirely. Moaning softly the Deputy arched his back and pushed his ass into the boss’ hands filling them up even more.

Smoothly their dance continued, only punctuated by the sound of moving water and soft moans of pleasure. John’s eyes took in every tick and movement that he pulled from the Deputy. Each little bit as if he were playing him like an instrument. His fingers flexed and pushed along his backside, sneaking closer and closer to the virgin hole.

Jordan’s hands following his own song down John’s body, over his abs and back again. With his ass seated over the man’s crotch he rocked slowly in place using his cheeks to give back the little that he could. He knew that it was working when he heard the Sheriff, his Daddy, moan. With his intuition proving to be correct the new boy started to ride back more intently. Scooping his hips downward making every moment of contact that he could. Soon enough he could feel his Daddy’s cock growing hard under him, spreading his cheeks wider. Each swing of his hips alternated the contact between John’s cock and his fingers sliding against his hole making his moans grow.

“Daddy…” Jordan warned with a slight wave in his voice. It wasn’t one of hesitancy but filled with pleasure and charged with lust. With just the little teasing that they had been doing in the tub Jordan felt as if it were shaking him from his head to his toes.

“I know Baby Boy, but we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.” Hitting Jordan’s ass, John started to push the other off of his lap giving himself the room to stand. Once he was freed he slipped backward and sat on the edge of the tub with his hard cock on display. Standing out and proud from the attention that it had been getting and the anticipation of claiming the new boy.

Kneeling with his lower half in the water Jordan was shocked at the man’s exposed cock. “It’s so big..” Needing to use both hands to cover a majority of the man’s cock he grew closer and closer to it with an open mouth ready to take him again. Jordan stuck his tongue out searching for the man’s taste past the water that was dripping off of them.

Jordan’s tongue swiped back and forth taking him past his lips and down his throat all in the effort to taste him. The moment the taste started to emerge Jodan moaned loudly up at the man in disbelief that he waited so long to experience this. With the new taste filling his senses Jordan started to enthusiastically worship at his Daddy’s cock.

Thinking about what he had liked done to his cock during a blowjob Jordan mimicked that and hoped that he was doing his Daddy proud. Soon light licks turned into steady swipes, gentle suckling turned into assured sucking. Jordan’s eyes were now shut, bobbing back and forth; he carefully took the man’s cock deeper and deeper until he met an unfamiliar resistance.

There was something new hitting at the back of his throat, something that the Deputy had never felt there before and it wasn’t comfortable. But still determined to push through it, Jordan gagged and choked on the thick cock forcing himself to his limits, his mouth seeping down the length.

A strong hand trailed down his back. Jordan’s body tingled, like pins and needles filling his skin, it made him shudder.

“That’s it baby, just keep working Daddy’s cock.” John guided his hand further down the male’s body. Now that he had Jordan, why wait for more. His hand went further and further, leaning over John started to reach for Jordan’s ass. Pushing his prelicked fingers against the tight hole he started to tease it for what was to come.

A deep sound erupted from Jordan’s throat, muffled only by the cock in his mouth. He could feel the fingers against his virgin hole and it felt good. Mind blowing. Spurring Jordan on even further it felt like the jolts of having his ass played with revitalised him, more than giving him energy it made him long for more. Jordan pushed his legs further apart, spreading cheeks to let the fingers touch him more.

With a grin John moved. Shuffling in closer to Jordan’s head he placed one hand behind the male’s head to hold him steady as he forced his cock deeper and leaned over the Deputies’ body to push his fingers against the rim.

“You like that, don’t you?” John’s fingers pushed deeper slowly, spreading Jordan’s hole open in a way that he had never tried before. Opening and closing his fingers against the tight muscle the Sheriff started to massage and work it open.

Nodding along with his words Jordan’s focus started to waver. Dipping back and forth between his focus on the Daddy's tasty cock and the new feeling he got from Daddy’s fingers on his ass, Jordan started to lose track of what he was doing.

Apparently becoming too lax for the older man Jordan’s sense came back to him when he felt the Sheriff start to fuck his mouth. The leaking cock slid back and forth with power. Spreading his throat, stretching his jaw down. John’s hold on his head meant that he had no place to escape but deeper, so he did it.

Shoving his head into the harsh thrusts he could feel all of his muscles tightening. Gagging and sputtering with tears falling down his face Jordan gasped for air but also his body told him that his Daddy was more important.

Surrounded by the sounds and smell of their sex John’s grunting signled the nearing ending of their first journey. Each of his thrusts splashed the water under them. Where John held Jordan’s head was at the perfect height for the waves to hit his face as well. Truly using the Deputy’s through like a toy John fucked and bashed past the other’s reflexes.

“Take it boy.” John growled. His balls pulled up with a body filling shudder. Taking him over the edge John’s hot cum poured deep, filling him up with his very first batch of John’s charged load. Altered by his wishes John’s cum was strong, heavy, thick and most importantly there was a lot of it. Pulsing full of like John’s cock stayed hard as he threw his head back in ecstasy, there was nothing like claiming a new boy.

Through his orgasm John groaned deeply. Rocking in place the older man had to use every last bit of his will to stop himself from filling up Jordan too much. Wanting to save the bulk of his load for later John gritted his teeth in concentration as managed to hold back from filling Jordan to the brim.

Pulling away the older man freed his cock but more importantly Jordan’s throat.

Sputtering and coughing for air the Deputy grasped at the side of the bath looking for his composure. With a white knuckle grip Jordan held himself up. He looked up at John with a messy face, spit and a little bit of cum splattered over his face. He smiled through his messy recovery, beaming with pride at the man.

“Now it’s time for the next part.” John patted at Jordan’s ass, one of his hands rubbing the mess against his lips. “Would you like that baby?”

“Yes Daddy.” Jordan could put together the pieces to know what was coming next. He knew that even though he had never done it before it would be the best thing in his life.

“Good, now let’s go to bed. Your first time should be special.” John smirked as each of the pieces started to line up and fall into place with ease.

With a quick flash the two dried off, getting out of the tub to make the next stage come as quickly as possible.

Moving both to the bed Jordan laid on his back. Spreading his legs he lifted them up and exposed his hole to the man. He looked at him eagerly holding his legs up in place.

“Don’t worry Jordan, it won’t hurt.” John approached his Deputy with a smirk. His cock still hard and ready to do the deed.

“I trust you John, it’ll only feel good.” He answered happily, anxious only for the pleasure that he knew was going to come.

“Then let’s make you feel good.” Now John’s cock was pushing tentatively at his hole. Teasing him with only one thing in mind, claiming his prize. After giving Jordan a few test thrusts John could tell by how the hole gave in that the Deputy was ready.

Yelping out Jordan’s eyes opened wide as the thick cock pushed into his virgin hole penetrating him for the first time ever. “O… ooooooooo”

Jordan’s cries were cries of blinding pleasure instead of pain. Spreading his pink hole like butter, one of John’s overarching wishes started to take effect. Taking away any of Jordan’s natural resistance to taking a big cock up his ass meant all that was left was bliss. But that wasn’t all. Like Daddy’s other boys Jordan’s body also started to go through more changes. His cheeks, already round, became cakey and thick growing until his they were like an extension of his hole giving more for the older man to fuck.

Gasp aloud Jordan eyes began to flutter. A floating feeling started to take over his body. Rocking back and forth he didn’t wait to feel the heavy cock hollowing out his insides. “Ooo.. Daddy… that feels so good…”

By now John’s cock was pushing deeper with ease, Jordan’s rocking only helping him open the boy up faster. “That’s it boy, push back on Daddy’s cock, relax into it baby.”

Filled to the brim with the man’s cock Jordan drooled, surrendering himself to the thick girth. Taking him over it introduced him to a brand new world that he had never even thought about and it rocked him to his core.

“Oh please Daddy, give me more of your cock.” Jordan whimpered out to the man as he begged to feel more than just the static size of his cock in him. His rocking stopped by the man’s hips acting as a barrier.

After their little session in the tub John was all too ready to break in his new Deputy. His plan to single the male out and take him for his own was working a treat. From above John started to lean down, pushing Jordan’s legs back leaving them in a mating press. Taking Jordan’s legs in his own hands like reigns John started his trusts.

Sliding his cock back and forth through Jordan’s newly sensitive hole John enjoyed the feeling of his cock taking the male’s hole and so did Jordan.

With their position pushing the cock deep into his body his eye crossed and rolled back. Drooling and letting out cries of pleasure. Through those same unfocused eyes he could see the faint bump of the cock pushing up against his tightened body. Plunging deep into him with balls slapping against his ass the man’s cock rearranged his guts and forcefully made his space.

Being able to heal any of the damage that his Daddy could do to his body didn’t mean that Jordan didn’t feel it. In fact, now, he felt it more. Every moment that the man was ruining his hole, thrusting deep in him and it felt right. His body was the cushion between the man and the bed taking all of the strength behind his thrusts going straight at his hole.

“Cum for me.” John grunted.

At the man’s order Jordan’s eyes fell wide open, suddenly acutely aware of his rock hard cock Jordan felt the all too familiar feeling of his orgasm. Only this orgasm was different. Instead of feeling the pleasure on his cock from his hands all the pleasure he felt was all over and it all came from his ass. From his Daddy.

Gripping tighter around the other’s cock and making his body feel even better Jordan screamed through his orgasm, calling out for his Daddy’s cock. “Ohh Dadddyyy!” His load shot between them, coating their bodies and flying around them as John didn’t stop. His thrusts didn’t let up, his fucking of his new boy went on and on. But as soon as his first was over the next came felt like it was flooding through him already.

The onslaught on Jordan’s ass continued. A pro by now John was able to balance his power and speed while making sure he didn’t cum too early and for him that was anytime that he didn’t want to.

Fucking Jordan through his first John quickly caused the second, then the third, then his forth. Each one rolling after the other without any breaks. His cock was milked each time until it was a constant stream.

Sweat and cum soaked into the bed around them. Splashing from their wet bodies the sweat accentuated the rhythmic slapping that had begun to speed up. “You like Daddy’s cock. But now it’s time to become one of Daddy’s boys.” Pounding down John smirked while Jordan smiled widely and dumbly as he felt his hole getting even better and better. Their thrusts all culminated finally in a harsh slam from the top. Forcing himself as deep as he could go, nestling his cock all the way to the root he growled loudly. His twitching cock began to fill up the other’s hole, spreading him deep and giving Jordan his first taste of being bred, completing his giving into Daddy’s boy.

Spilling out the sides of his hole he was filled to the brim and beyond. Gasping through the ride of his life Jordan smiled widely and dumbly his body lay back in the afterglow of sex. Pulling his heavy cock out from the tight hole John leaned back. His cock was messy and covered in cum but it wasn’t anything compared to the aftermath on Jordan’s once virgin hole.

Sticky and covered in thick cum the boy’s hole winked and gaped from how his Daddy had just used his hole. With cum leaking from his messy body Jordan lay there panting, his fingers snaked between his new cheeks to explore his new ass moaning at the lingering pleasure.

“That’s it baby.” John said as he admired his own work. The wet noises squished from beneath him as each wink caused Jordan’s hole to heal more until it was trapping the man’s load inside him, rounding his stomach a little bit as if he had eaten a full meal.

Knock. Knock.

Turning his head back to the door John patted at Jordan’s filled cheeks. “You go back to the bath and get cleaned up, we still have a lot more to teach you baby boy.” He smiled. Leaving Jordan to go back into the bathroom John went to answer the door. Grabbing a towel the Sheriff tied the small towel around his waist leaving his hard cock showing against the thick fabric while he opened the door.

“Yes?”

“Congratulations Sir, this is the complimentary champagne that comes with our honeymoon suite.” The young staffer was fighting his eyes from looking down at the man’s obvious bulge. He thought if the towel had even been an inch away the other’s cock would be on show.

“Thank you.” John could feel the eyes on him and even if he hadn’t he could see the other’s face betraying him. “Could I also get the sheets changed? We ended up making a bit of a mess.” The older man let out a chuckle moving his bulge with his free hand he pointed at the messy bed.

“Certainly… uh.. Do you need anything else?” He asked stepping into the room and moving over to the press and taking out the clean sheets so that he could change them.

“No that will be all, just let yourself out once you’re done.” John walked away from the man and into the bathroom that was opposite the bed. Dropping the towel to the floor on the way he carried the chilled champagne with him. “Come over here baby, Daddy’s cock is back.”

That was the last thing the hotel worker heard before all he could hear was the cries of Jordan’s voice mixing with the unmistakable sounds of sex in the tub. Trying to focus on the task at hand the worker couldn’t escape the blush the entire time he worked.

When John heard the door close leaving them alone again he smirked down at the male, his hand reaching around and holding at Jordan’s rounding stomach. With each of his thrusts the man could feel the cum inside him.

“Please.. Oh Daddy… Breed me” Jordan cried out begging for more cum, a need in him wanting to be as full as possible with his Daddy’s seed.

“We’ve got all weekend baby.” The man smiled down at the other, his excitement for the rest of the trip beginning to rise even further ready for all the power he was about to feel.

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All The Data: Alyssa + John

Note—Alyssa suffered an Instagram hack in October 2018. She recovered her account, but lost all of her posts prior to the recovery. As a result, some of the citations to IG in this Post are a bit wonky... Luckily, Duggar Data had many of the Websters’ critical IG Posts screenshot, before the hack. If you’re unable to find or access the original post shown in a screenshot, that’s why!

The Couple—

Alyssa Joy (Bates) Webster (b. November 9, 1994)

Parents Gil + Kelly Jo Bates

Child # 6 of 19

Hometown Rocky Top, TN

Early Education ATI/IBLP and Abeka Homeschooling (Until 2012)

Higher Education Coursework (2011–2012; Dual Enrollment) at The Crown College (Powell, TN)

Occupation Stay–at–Home Mother (2015—Present), Co–Owner, Jonny On The Spot Cleaning Solutions (Winter Park, FL; c. 2017—Present) (See Bringing Up Bates (6–23–16), “Sunshine State Bates”)

John Elliott Webster (b. November 21, 1989)

Parents Daniel + Sandra Webster

Child # 5 of 6

Hometown Winter Garden, FL

Early Education ATI / IBLP Homeschooling (Note—As a member of the Florida Legislature, John’s father was apparently instrumental in legalizing homeschooling in Florida.)

Higher Education [ None Apparent ]

Credentials [ None Apparent ] (Note—As of November 2019, John isn’t listed as a licensed HVAC technician in Florida.)

Occupation HVAC Technician, Webster Air Conditioning & Heating, Inc (Orlando, FL; 2009—Present) (Note—His father owns the business.); Co–Owner, Jonny On The Spot Cleaning Solutions (Part–Time) (Winter Park, FL; c. 2017—Present) (See Bringing Up Bates (6–23–16), “Sunshine State Bates”)

The Relationship—

First Meeting c. 2012 (or December 2011)

Location A “Mutual Friend’s Wedding”

Details Alyssa met Jordan Webster in November 2011, during a mission trip to Romania. Sometime later, Jordan introduced Alyssa to his brother, John, at a mutual friend’s wedding. The Bates and Webster Families then became friends, which led Alyssa to Florida to help out on Congressman Webster’s—i.e., John’s / Jordan’s father’s—campaign in 2012. (See Also Bringing Up Bates (5–17–18), “The Bates Royal Wedding Celebration.”)

Pre–Courtship c. November 2012 (by March 24, 2013)

Timing Alyssa claims that she wasn’t allow to talk to John until her 18th Birthday (November 4, 2012). (See Bringing Up Bates (1–4–18), “The 4 Cs...”) Duggar Data assumes Alyssa wasn’t being 100% literal when she said that... Likely, she means the direct communication—i.e., calling and texting—as part of an acknowledged, potential romantic relationship was off–limits until Age 18. As a result, Duggar Data estimates that their pre–courtship started after Alyssa’s 18th Birthday, possibly later in November 2012. They were pre–courting for sure by March 24, 2013.

Details Upon meeting Alyssa, John was immediately interested in her; however, he didn’t tell her right away. Over time, Alyssa + John became friends through various family events, including Congressman Webster’s 2012 campaign, which Alyssa helped with. Before too long, John called Gil Bates and asked for permission to talk to Alyssa and get to know her better. Things “started rollin’ from there.”

Courtship November 6, 2013 (Wednesday)

Location Ijams Nature Center; Knoxville, TN

Details John took Alyssa on a walk along the river boardwalk, where he surprised her with roses, a necklace, and the ‘courtposal.’ She said yes, and then they had lunch nearby at Rafferty’s Restaurant in Knoxville, TN. (Note—That Rafferty’s has since closed down.)

Announced November 7, 2013 on the Bates Family’s Website (+1 Day)

Engagement January 16, 2014 (Thursday)

Location Disney’s Contemporary Resort; Orlando, FL

Details During one of Alyssa’s visits to Florida, John planned a fabulous date at Orlando’s Disney Resorts. Just before dinner, Alyssa + John went down to the beach to watch the sunset. During the sunset, John gave an elaborate speech about how much he loved Alyssa, then proposed. She agreed, then a limo took them to Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse to celebrate.

Announced January 28, 2014 on the Bates Family’s Website (+12 Days)

Marriage May 24, 2014, Unknown Time (Saturday)

Location Salem Baptist Church; Knoxville, TN

Officiant Gil Bates (Bride’s Father)

MOH Tori Webster (Groom’s Sister)

Best Man Jordan Webster (Groom’s Brother)

Announced May 27, 2014 by ABC News (+3 Days)

Featured On ABC’s Nightline (July 12, 2014) (See Also)

Honeymoon Lake Tahoe (California Side)

The Quiver—

Allie Jane Webster (b. April 11, 2015)

Pregnancy Announced November 18, 2014 by Us Weekly (Exclusive; 137 Days Along)

Sex & Name Revealed January 16, 2015 by OK! (Exclusive; 196 Days Along)

Due Date April 10, 2015 (See Also) (Note—Allie’s due date has been a source of confusion on Duggar Data. Initially, I used April 10, 2015, but I didn’t have a good source for that. I then shifted to using April 11, 2015, based on this clip from Bringing Up Bates (7–9–15), “Brandon Pops The Question,” which indicates Alyssa went into labor on her due date. Now, I’m back to using April 10, after noticing that OK!’s exclusive gender and sex reveal article lists a due date of April 10, 2015. That’s the source!)

Birthdate & Time April 11, 2015, 5:59 PM (1 Day Late)

Birthplace [ Unknown / Possibly A Birth Center ]

Weight & Length 6 Pounds, 11 Ounces; 20 Inches (Note—A length of 21 Inches is listed on the Bates Family’s Website. Duggar Data uses 20 Inches, as reported by Alyssa.)

Birth Announced April 13, 2015 by OK! (Exclusive; +2 Days)

Birth Details Not much is known, since the birth wasn’t televised. We don’t even know how long Alyssa was in labor!

Featured On N/A (Not Televised)

Lexi Mae Webster (b. January 26, 2017)

Pregnancy Announced September 14, 2016 by UpTV (146 Days Along)

Sex Revealed w/ Pregnancy Announcement (146 Days Along)

Name Revealed December 7, 2016 on Alyssa’s Instagram (229 Days Along)

Due Date January 27, 2017

Birthdate & Time January 26, 2017, 7:20 PM (1 Day Early)

Birthplace The Birth Place (Birth Center); Winter Garden, FL (See Bringing Up Bates (4–13–17), “A New Baby Born and Love All Around.”)

Weight & Length 6 Pounds, 2 Ounces; 20 Inches

Birth Announced January 27, 2017 by UpTV (Link Removed; +1 Day (See Also. Referenced “Link in Bio” was to the UpTV announcement.)

Birth Details Alyssa was assisted in labor by a licensed midwife, Lanee Webb. (See This Article, which establishes that Webb assisted with Zoey and also had first–hand knowledge of Alyssa’s labor with Lexi—indicating she actually delivered both.) Alyssa’s labor progressed quite rapidly, but we don’t know exactly how long it lasted. Alyssa was discharged within hours of delivery. (See Bringing Up Bates (4–13–17), “A New Baby Born and Love All Around.”)

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Zoey Joy Webster (b. March 28, 2018)

Pregnancy Announced November 9, 2017 by Us Weekly (Exclusive; 136 Days Along)

Sex & Name Revealed w/ Pregnancy Announcement (136 Days Along)

Due Date April 2, 2018

Birthdate & Time March 28, 2018, 4:22 AM (5 Days Early)

Birthplace The Birth Place (Birth Center); Winter Garden, FL / Celebrate Birth (Birth Center); Lakeland, FL (Note—At some point, Alyssa’s midwife Lanee Webb left The Birth Center / Commonsense Childbirth, and started working at Celebrate Birth. It’s unclear where she was working for Zoey’s birth.)

Weight & Length 6 Pounds; 19 Inches

Birth Announced March 29, 2018 on Alyssa’s Instagram (+1 Day)

Birth Details Again, Licensed Midwife Lanee Webb attended the birth. This time, Alyssa’s labor progressed very, very rapidly—even faster than with Lexi—and she delivered barely 90 Minutes after arriving at the birth center.

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... and, that’s “All The Data” for the Websters!

#all the data #alyssa and john

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hqhaleyluhoo-archive · 5 years ago

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forever i do.

TAGGING: Brett @brettdicr, Haley.

LOCATION: Sedona, AZ.

TIMEFRAME: June 8th, 2019.

NOTES: Brett and Haley say “I do” and officially become husband and wife.

Haley This was it. The day she had been counting down to since January. Everything was in its place. Friends and family members were filing into the rows of chairs that had been set up outside the venue and the music was starting up. Haley peeked through the window from where she was waiting, her eyes finding Brett within seconds, he was standing at the back waiting to escort his mom down the aisle with his dad just a few steps behind him. In an hours time, they would be introduced as husband and wife and she almost had to pinch herself. As the music started up, her mom was escorted to her seat by Keegan and Brett escorted his own parents down the aisle. Then sweet little Matty and Maxwell stole the show as the ring bearers with Grant and Justin’s assistance and next was Rae, Ali, and Maiya, tossing flower petals as they walked. The music changed and the first of her bridesmaids made their way down the aisle. Starting with Caitlin, then Cami, and Lili. She watched in awe as her friends floated down the aisle, so thankful to have them all their by her side. AJ gave her hand a squeeze before walking down the aisle as her maid of honor and then everyone stood in anticipation for Haley and her dad to appear in front of them.

Brett It was finally the big day. They had gotten engaged over a year before, but that was not even what it was all about, their engagement had come as a surprise to the both of them, but spending the rest of their lives together didn't. It seemed so normal that they were forever going to be together, he didn't have any hesitations about that, not one doubt, she was the love of his life, he loved her in a way he never had loved and he would never be able to love again. He was surprised by how stressed he was, looking over at Keegan for reassurance as they all got prepared to walk down the aisle. He wanted it to be perfect, he didn't want things to mess up. He took a big breath as his parents escorted him to the altar, taking their seat a moment after. Before he could take another breath, the music started, announcing the bride's entrance. He turned around, his eyes already watering as he looked over at Haley. He hadn't really pictured that day, it was a weird thing to admit, but he hadn't thought about it much more than that. He was thinking about their lives together, just not that particular day.

Haley linked arms with her dad and felt her eyes start to water as they appeared in front of all of their guests. Her eyes immediately found Brett’s and seeing his eyes water at the sight of her in her dress made her tear up even more. As they walked down the aisle, Haley kept her eyes locked with Brett’s only looking away once to scan the faces of their friends who were standing up there with them. The girls were mostly teary-eyed and Keegan was just as weepy as Brett which made Haley laugh. She would be teasing him about that one later. Once they arrived at the altar Haley’s dad hugged her and then hugged Brett before giving her away to join her mom who was seated right up front. She handed her flowers to AJ and took Brett’s hands in her own and smiled at him. “Hi,” she whispered as the officiant welcomed everyone and offered up an introduction about why they were here and what marriage meant. She was hardly paying attention though because she was so focused on Brett.

Brett This was weird, them being so official, doing this. They had almost always been very serious about their relationship, but this was the next step. They were about to say I do, in front of everyone that they cared about. He smiled at her dad, who he by now knew so well, just like Haley, he was family. The second after his eyes were on Haley as they linked their hands, quickly whispering back "last chance if you want to run away." he joked as he usually did, his goofy smile painted on his lips.

Haley A laugh escaped her lips as tears fell from her eyes, "Very funny," she whispered back, giving his hands a squeeze and focusing her attention on the officiant. Once he had finished his introduction and wrapped up what he was saying, it was time for them to say their vows. She couldn't believe it was all happening so fast, but she was excited for them to officially be official, to call him her husband so she looked back at Brett as the officiant gestured to him first, handing him a microphone that had been placed off to the side for them. Haley took a deep breath, preparing herself for the tears that would come as Brett pulled out a tiny notebook where he had written his vows.

Brett He smiled as she did, the laugh coming from her making him only more sure about what was happening if that was even possible. He was wondering all sorts of things, would he stop calling her his girlfriend, what was their life going to be like, were they going to enjoy their honeymoon as much as he hoped they would. But all of this was in the future, right then was one of the most important moments of their lives from what he had been told. He took a deep breath as he looked down at the notebook then at Haley before starting. "Haley. Today is the day we make everything official, paper official. But since the day I met you I knew you were going to play an important part in my life. I'm lucky, not everyone gets to meet the love of their life at such a young age, if ever. I can't believe the idiot I was was smart enough to ask you out, this is to this day the best thing I've ever done, and I don't think I could ever do something smarter. Ever. There is a before Haley and after meeting Haley in my life, before Haley is dark, stupid, not that interesting, after meeting you is so different. You light up the room with your smile, how can such a small person have such a big presence, such a big heart doesn't make sense to me, but it doesn't have to. Your heart picked me, and I believe deep down that we were made for each other. I often joke that Ravenswood only happened so that we could meet, that nothing else really mattered about it. But I also do believe that if it hadn't happened, faith would have brought us together no matter what. There is no way even in an alternate universe that we don't end up together Haley. And so today, in front of our friends and family, I promise to always love you. To always be there for you. I promise that I'll always try to make you laugh even when it's a serious situation. I promise that I'll be by your side no matter what. I promise I'll let you hog the covers because that's already something I let you do. I can't wait to spend the rest of our life together."

Haley felt tears spring to her eyes as soon as Brett started on his vows. She peeked behind him to see Keegan almost as much of a mess as she was which made her smile. A laugh escaped her lips at his line about Ravenswood, they'd be making that joke for their entire lives. She was a mess of tears once he had finished and thankfully there was AJ handing her a tissue to wipe at her eyes before she had to start her own vows. Haley pulled out the piece of paper that she had written her vows on and cleared her throat gently. "Brett Jordan Dier, you are the most amazing man I have ever met in my whole life and I believe with all of my heart that we were meant to be together. I can't believe we're finally here, who knew that me jokingly asking you to marry me at a strip mall while you were eating pizza would have led to this," she started with a smile. "But I'm so glad it did," she continued. "I'm not sure how I got so lucky to meet the love of my life at the age of 18, but I will always be thankful for fate and a little show called Ravenswood for bringing us together," she added. "You are the perfect man for me, you are silly, but serious when needed, you always make me laugh and you never let me be weird alone. You have always accepted me for who I am and you're just as weird as me, if not weirder at times," she continued with a laugh. "You are the most talented person I know, I am so thankful you were born and so lucky to exist on this planet with you at the same time and even luckier to be loved by you. Remember that time when my acne was so bad that I couldn't leave the house without pimple cream on so you pulled over on the side of the road and rubbed dirt on your face so I wasn't alone? That's the kind of man I feel lucky enough to love for the rest of my life. You're my family and I promise to always be your biggest fan. To love you, when it's easy and when it's hard. I promise to always be silly with you. I promise to love you always and to annoy you with my tone-deaf singing for the rest of our lives. I am so stupid excited to spend the rest of my life with you, as husband and wife, even though we both know you were never going to get rid of me even if we never got married," she teased with a smile, wiping at the tears that were building up in her eyes.

Brett Of course, seeing her tear up was making him already more of a mess than he was. While there was a time he could hold it together, today was not that day. He actually didn't care how emotional he looked, as many had said before him, it was the happiest day of his life. He listened carefully as she went on to her own vows, reaching for a tissue in his pocket that he had knowingly prepared. Laughing as she talked about some anecdotes that he thought was a perfect description of their relationship. There was no one else better for him, and he liked to think he was good enough for her. Laughing with her as she mentioned her singing, he reached for one of her hands as she finished reading, leaning to kiss it before turning toward the minister.

Haley smiled as Brett lifted her hand up to kiss it before they turned their attention back to the minister. Little moments like that were Haley's favorite. Of course, she appreciated a grand gesture, but small, hardly noticeable moments were more of Brett's style and she loved that about him. Haley focused her attention back onto the minister as he explained that they would now exchange their rings. She watched as Brett turned to Keegan to get her ring from him. Once Brett's eyes were back on her, the minister told Brett to repeat after him, "With this ring, I pledge my love and faithfulness to you, today, tomorrow and always." Haley smiled as the ring was slipped on her finger, her eyes never leaving Brett's until she had to turn to AJ to get Brett's ring. Turning to face Brett, she repeated the exact same thing from the minister that Brett had just said, slipping the ring onto his finger, more tears building up in her eyes as she realized they had done it. Now the minister just had to pronounce them husband and wife before letting them kiss and then it was all officially official.

Brett "I now pronounce you husband and wife" Brett heard as he was still completely focussed in Haley. When wasn't he anyway? It was crazy to him, they were still the two kids that had fallen in love years prior. Never did he picture himself settling that fast, but he didn't know Haley before that, with her everything made sense. "You may now kiss the bride." Brett looked down at her with a grin, leaning in to kiss her as their friends and family cheered on them, a smile on his lips as he kissed his now wife.

Haley smiled with tears in her eyes as she heard the minister pronounce them as husband and wife and then gave Brett the okay to kiss her. She leaned up just a bit as her lips met his, wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling into the kiss. A laugh escaped her lips against his as she heard the hoots and hollers from their friends. Haley moved her right arm from Brett's neck to flash a thumbs up at the crowd. When they finally pulled away, Haley wrapped her left arm around Brett's waist, pulling him close so she could rest her head against his side while the recessional began. Grant and Caitlin met in the middle to walk back up the aisle followed by Justin and Cami, Cole and Lili, and finally, Keegan and AJ. The happy couple linked arms and followed after their friends. Haley couldn't wipe the smile off of her face, almost certain it was permanently stuck there, but she didn't mind. This was the happiest day of her life, surrounded by the people she loved most in this world - one of those people being her husband. The word sounded silly in her head, but she had a feeling she'd be used to it by the end of the night.

#p001: forever i do.#( forever i'm yours. forever i do. braley wedding '19. )

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donnerpartyofone · 6 years ago

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21 Questions

Tagged by @getoutofmyhouse who had oddly similar answers to mine

Nickname: only the one I use here, that I gave myself--Claire Donner, which has to do with my famous love of cannibalism. Claire is my real first name, though.

Zodiac: I am so very cuspy. I was born at about a quarter to midnight on April 20, so I tend to relate to, and feel insulted by, the suppositions about Aries and Taurus equally. I’m one of those jerks who will tell you astrology is a bunch of hoo ha...and then drone on with my Many Esoteric Ideas about it, so I’ll just stop myself right here.

Height: 5’ nuthin is what I prefer to say...because saying I’m 5 and 3/4′ sounds a little like saying I’m 10 and a half years old.

Amount of sleep: It’s all fucked up. Until I got into my 30s I could, and would prefer to, sleep endlessly. Now I go to bed around 10 (depression), get up around 5 or 6 (being old), and for extra fun, I’ve developed this insomnia that often keeps me up from about 2am-5am. I try make the most of it by getting up, getting high, watching a movie or two, writing...basically just having a secret private day by myself. I’d really rather go back to just sleeping constantly though.

Last movie I saw: I saw GRETA in theaters tonight, which was ok. I guess I thought any Neil Jordan film would be headier than this, but watching Isabel Huppert just running around acting like an absolute maniac is a rare treat! My last video experience was RAW, which I put on to bother my husband right when we got home from the theater. (I think he liked it more than I originally did, to my surprise)

Last thing I googled: The correct spelling of Sylvia Likens’ last name. I’m obsessed with this type of crime where a group of people (usually a family and/or some of their friends and neighbors) fall into some kind of shared hysteria where they protractedly torture to death an acquaintance for no particular reason. Some times there’s an element of mystery as to why the victim didn’t leave while they were still able to, which suggests to me that the murdered person was just as much a victim of the groupthink as the perpetrators. Other example victims include Suzanne Capper, Vera Jo Reigle, and I think to some degree Sophie Lionnet, James Bulger, and Junko Furuta. (Also a crime they briefly discuss in the book Lords of Chaos, where several people murder a friend in their trailer, but I can’t remember it specifically enough to look up the names--the other last thing i tried to google) I keep thinking there should be a psychiatric and/or legal term for this kind of crime, but I’ve never heard one, so let me know if you got one!

Favorite musician: I have trouble with questions that involve ranking anything, so I’ll just say that right now I’m listening to a lot of old White Zombie. I didn’t know anything about their origins as an East Village noise band, and I’m fascinated by the stories about how apocalyptically miserable it was to be in that group. I’m increasingly obsessed with people who work their asses off doing something they barely even enjoy, for what must be borderline spiritual reasons.

Song stuck in my head: Nothing right this second, for which I am very grateful. There’s something awful in my brain that causes me to wake up with some maddening, babyish tune stuck in my head more often than not. It is most frequently the Ten Little Indians nursery rhyme. This is literally killing me.

Other blogs: @anhed-nia, which started as a dumping ground for long posts about mental illness, and turned into almost only movie writing. at some point there was just so much movie shit that i started to feel awkward about posting anything personal there again. i also got @getoffyrass which is a group blog, and a repository for images that make great drawing references. everyone is encouraged to post their drawings, too, although it is seldom used. i still like having it around, for when i have time to draw. my “real” drawing blog is @neveratendermoment but i don’t draw often enough anymore...

Do I get asks: i used to get tons! i really enjoy them, even the trolls to some degree. i must have seemed like more of a regular tumblr geek girl back in the day. also tumblr has just changed a lot since then. my blog was definitely a casualty of Best Stuff First, i think my follower count stopped dead forever right when that happened, and now that practically every single fucking thing on this entire site is either fandom shit or *discourse*, i really have nothing to offer tumblr anymore, anyway.

Blogs following: 1,057.

Lucky numbers: 2! Also 5.

What I’m wearing: black wool long john pants from Chrome, and a white v neck teeshirt with the words BLACK MAYONNAISE on it in black Rocky Horror font. i live near the notoriously toxic Gowanus Canal, and “black mayonnaise” is the actual term used to describe what’s on the bottom of it, by the scientists who are trying to figure out what to do with it.

Dream trip: i am really excited by travel, it’s hard to pick. i’m hopefully making a dream trip soon though: my father’s mysterious finno-swedish family is from the åland islands, and my husband and i will be planning part of our honeymoon there, whenever that happens.

Dream Job: i think about this a lot, because the older i get, the more i object to the entire concept of having to work to live. i’m into the whole universal basic income thing. i’m at this point where i can barely stand to think about capitalism in any way--like i think about how the need for money is so mortally serious that there’s a lot of physical stuff in the world that only exists because someone was scared of starving, tons of useless products and packaging and factory byproducts and all kinds of fucking straight up garbage that was only invented due to the lethality of poorness. i would rather be left totally alone forever if possible. however, if i HAD to do something and i COULD do anything, it would probably be film criticism. this fantasy takes place in a world where people care so much about what i have to say that i can make a career, not only out of movie writing, but out of only writing about the specific movies i want to write about, referring to nothing other than my personal reactions.

Favorite food: i wish the answer weren’t just “cheese”, but it probably is. also mushrooms. anything cinnamon. i’m a pretty adventurous eater though. the most important thing for me is a variety of flavors and textures.

Languages: english. i took several years of italian in junior high-high school, and did nothing with it. i taught myself to read french pretty fluently, but i would fold right up if someone tried to speak to me. i learned a bunch of swedish on duolingo, shoulda kept it up. i’ll get back to it! i really regret never learning spanish though, so i’m easily torn on what to do with my time.

Play any instruments: clarinet in junior high/high school, also alto sax which i did not enjoy at all, a little guitar. i bought a used electric bass last year that i have really been enjoying, but i feel a lot of guilt around not playing enough. so much of it is just strength training. that’s probably what i like about it, though. also i got a lot of electronic music software and midi controllers and stuff...and then i realized that it could take me months to sort through the thousands of samples i have to program this stuff, and i only got so far into it before i started to get discouraged. i need to get back to it, it’s ridiculous to let that stuff lie around. this is a rare example of me wishing i knew someone local to play with, who could speed me along on how everything works.

Favorite songs: another one of these impossible questions! anybody who is even reading this can probably guess the answers from the handful of music posts i reblog over and over and over. the other night i got all hyperactive and forced my husband to drop everything and listen to “buffalo stance” by nene cherry, which i never ever get sick of. real top contenders for favorite song might be “Stand By the Jamms” by the klf, and this recording, which has gotten me through many difficult hours:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d8k1HsF3EvY

https://www.forcedexposure.com/Catalog/sunray-sonic-boom-music-for-the-dreamachine-cd/STRAWB.003CD.html

Random fact: i’m sure i’m missing out on something really funny and cool, but for now it’s just the well-known fact that i read palms.

Describe yourself as aesthetic thing: man, how do i answer this without being totally pretentious? maybe nobody can! i’m coming up with something really hard to describe but it will be worth it. the other day i watched this insane, completely unnecessary movie about lorca and salvador dali (played by robert pattinson) as gay lovers. there’s a scene in it where lorca does that “pick a hand” thing to dali, and dali picks an empty hand. of course, they’re both poor students who couldn’t be buying any gifts, so they do this obnoxious pantomime where dali pretends lorca actually gave him something--but then it turns out that lorca really DOES have something. he opens his other hand and gives dali...SOMETHING. i don’t know what! they make such a big deal out of it, but what the hell? you see it for a second in this closeup, but it’s shot from like, behind and slightly underneath, and it is just unrecognizable. it’s sort of an orange blob? it’s probably meant to be a sculpture. but, i love the idea of doing the “pick a hand” thing to somebody, and the other person is just like...hey wait a minute, what the fuck even IS this??

it reminded me of one of the most amazing things anyone ever did at my school, bard college. this genius art student who I WISH I COULD NAME TO CREDIT HER did her senior project as this like...made up product. i saw them at the senior show, hanging off a spinner rack, like you’d see next to the register in the drug store. they were called Toilet Buddies. they were these plastic, brightly colored objects that looked like toys, but they didn’t have a familiar earthly shape, and because of the title, it was IMPOSSIBLE to imagine what to do with them. so, she gets the lipstick cam from the film department, and shoots this video of herself sneaking some Toilet Buddies into Walmart. then she takes them to the register and BUYS THEM--the baffled cashier looks for them for a while, and eventually just rings them up as a general grocery or something. then in part 2, the artist TAKES THEM BACK TO THE STORE WITH THE RECEIPT AND GETS A REFUND.

so anyway, i see myself as like a fake product--something that looks just familiar enough to exit, and that appears to have a designated purpose, but it’s just kind of cheap and foreign and it becomes nightmarish to try to imagine what to do with it.

I don’t know if anyone i know will want to do this, but i tag @negativepleasure @moviesludge @former-contender @dimestoreman @thefuzzydave @darkarfs @theoddsideofme @blueruins ...um, i don’t really know who would enjoy this. the ultimate would be @garbagenacht

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bellatrix-la-strange · 6 years ago

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Lee Jordan’s Untold Love Story

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Fred Weasley’s funeral was held on a Wednesday, two months after the Battle of Hogwarts.

His entire family was in attendance, as were his friends from Hogwarts, acquaintances he’d made in the brief stint of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, and trusted comrades brave enough to house and hide three escaped freedom fighters from Voldemort’s forces.

And that’s what they’d been—Fred, George and Lee. Freedom fighters.

There was a casket with Fred’s body in it. As per wizarding tradition, every member of Fred’s family had touched their wand to the wood and inscribed his last resting place with a piece of their magic. It could take on many forms, each one unique to the person who left it and their relationship with the deceased.

(When it was George’s turn, a line of fire snaked out of the tip of his wand and burned the silhouettes of a hyena and a coyote lying on their sides, heads resting on each other’s tails and turned towards each other so you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. A perfect yin-yang.)

In the back, on the outer edge of the last row, was Lee Jordan. He sat unnaturally still, only the slightest swish of wind ruffling his hair betraying his statue-like demeanour. He didn’t have a very good view of the Weasleys up ahead, but his seat was precisely positioned so as to let him see straight past the sea of bowed heads and extravagant hats to the coffin containing his late best friend.

Lee’s mourning was a silent one. He kept his lips sealed shut by mere force of will and didn’t let a single sound escape even as Fred’s casket was engulfed in white flames and the last remains of the man he’d loved were burned off the face of the earth.

George turned back and caught his gaze then, as though he, too, could sense the change in the air, a sudden heaviness, a dulling of colours as the last thing left tying Fred’s soul to their plane of existence was brutally severed.

You should be up here, George’s eyes seemed to say. With us. You’re his family, too.

Lee shook his head and lowered his gaze. While the ceremony continued around him, he concentrated all his attention on the bouquet of white dittanies and forget-me-nots squeezed between his hands.

“We can’t just stand by and do nothing! There are people dying out there, Lee, and my entire family is right in the thick of it,” Fred exclaimed, pulling at his hair with one hand and waving his wand around the air with the other. “Fucking hell, my brother is out there, running around with The Boy Who Lived, the only person in this entire fucked up world the Dark Lord wants to see dead more than anything. My little sister—Ginny—she’s…”

“Hey hey, stop. This?” Lee pointed a finger at Fred. “This stops right now. It’s not helping anyone if you worry yourself to death. We’re at war, Fred, as you so aptly pointed out, and everyone is in danger. You’re a pureblood traitor and I’m a mudblood mutt—”

“Don’t you dare call yourself—”

“I don’t believe it,” Lee hastened to add, “but it’s the truth for now. How long do you think it’ll take before they come for us? We’re not exactly hard to find.” Shrugging his shoulders, Lee turned around on the spot, arms spread wide, and pointedly looked around the colourful joke shop.

Despite himself, a hint of a grin pulled at the corner of Fred’s mouth. “I just feel so useless tucked in here, hiding, while the rest of my family is out there fighting for their lives.”

“All right,” Lee said, nodding, “I can work with that. So what do you want to do?”

Fred’s head snapped up from staring holes into the ground. “What?”

“You’re not the only one who’s been feeling restless lately. I can tell George is about two days away from blasting through the front door, Death Eaters be damned, and while there are some things I’ve enjoyed about being holed up in here for days on end with nothing better to do other than enjoy each other’s…company, there’s only so much more I can take of these four walls. So what do you want to do?”

“I want to help in any way I can,” Fred stated. “We don’t have to fight to be useful, there are other ways to help people. We opened up this store because we wanted to bring laughter and joy to other people’s lives, remind them that no matter how hard things get, they could always find a pocket of brightness in here. But they took that away from us, too. We need a way to bring that back, spread the word that we’re not gone and we’re not done. Not by a long shot. They need to know there are other people out there who are fighting, too.”

“Hope.” Lee said softly. “They need a reason to have hope.”

Fred nodded. “And so do we.”

“So it’s decided, then? We’re going to go out there and spread hope to anyone who will listen.”

“In any way we can.”

Lee and Fred stared at each other then, taking in every detail of the person they loved most in the world, one of the many they’d risk certain death with.

“I’ll go tell George.”

“I feel like James Bond.”

“You’ve mentioned him before. Is that another one of your Muggle celebrities? Oh, wait, no— is he the one who’s a spy and goes on adventures around the world? There’s a number on the cover of the book, right? Seven-something.”

Lee grinned, pleased Fred had remembered one of his favourite characters. “Double-oh-seven. That’s the one.”

Fred snapped his fingers. “Yeah, that’s the one. You’re going to have to lend me the book some time. How else am I supposed to keep up with you if I don’t get half of what you’re saying?” he teased.

“I don’t know, you seem to have no trouble at all keeping up with me any other time.” Lee turned heat-filled eyes on Fred and watched the bob of his throat as he swallowed past a sudden dry mouth.

“For Merlin’s sake!” hissed George. “We’re in the middle of a mission and you two can’t even keep your flirting to yourselves for the few hours it would take us to finish here?” There was a noise then, a crunch of twigs underfoot, and the robed figure of a Death Eater passed by their hiding place, completely unaware of their presence thanks to the many protective charms in place. Still, the trio waited ten minutes in silence before George continued. “It’s been years, surely you’re past the honeymoon period.”

“It’s all about keeping the romance alive, brother. After all, how can I truly call myself a proper prankster if I don’t find the time to seduce my fiancé on the outskirts of the Death Eater camp we’re scouting?” Fred philosophized.

“Fiancé?” asked George, eyes opened so wide Lee was afraid his eyeballs would plop out. “As in, actual fiancé? With a ring and a wedding and a marriage licence?”

“A candy ring,” Lee supplied. “I’m afraid it’s all eaten up now and I really doubt we’ll find time to plan a party anytime soon—are we even allowed to get married in the magical world?—but other than that, yes, proper fiancé.”

It was a good thing they’d used so many enchantments on their hiding spot in the end. Though no one could have foreseen it, only the strength of a thrice reinforced Silencing Charm was able to keep George’s whoops and cheers contained.

“You’re thinking too hard.”

“That’s funny, I recall you saying the exact opposite countless times before.”

Lee shrugged, shoulder scraping against the door-jamb. “I stand by all those other times, by the way, but it’s hard not to make a comment when you start scrunching up your face in a way I’ve never seen before.”

“Never? Are you sure?” Fred leaned back against the couch, legs spread and arms hugging the backrest as he looked up at Lee from between the locks of ginger hair falling on his forehead. They’d been on the run for months now, moving their radio operation from place to place every few days to make it harder for the Death Eaters to catch up to them. Needless to say, self-grooming had fallen on the wayside in favour of survival.

“Positive.”

Fred snorted, bringing up a hand to scratch at the weeks old scruff on his cheeks. “Harsh. I have feelings, you know? I’m not just some beefcake built for your viewing and playing pleasure.”

It was Lee’s turn to snort, but he sobered up quickly and levelled his fiancé with a sober stare. “You’re thinking bad thoughts again. I can tell when you do that, you know. You get clingy and distant at the same time. You wake up in the middle of the night and hardly get any sleep.”

“You notice that, huh?”

“We’ve been friends—best friends—for just shy of a decade. I know you better than you know yourself at this point. Only George and Molly would be able to give me a run for my money.”

“No, they couldn’t,” Fred said softly. A tap of his hand against his leg and Lee was settling down on his lap, hands interlocked behind Fred’s head and neck bent down so their foreheads were just shy of touching. “I’m scared.”

“I know,” said Lee, in that same tone of voice that one uses when confessing a deep secret. “Me too.”

“So what do we do?” asked Fred, rubbing circles on Lee’s back.

“We push through it. We don’t let it control us, but we also don’t forget that it’s there. We use that fear to our advantage because it’s always great to have just a tiny bit of it in the back of our minds; when the time comes, that little nugget of fear might just end up saving our lives,” said Lee, his voice calm and sure as his fingers teased out the knots in Fred’s hair.

“Mmm,” Fred sighed. “See? This is why I’m marrying you.”

“My superior intellect and sage-sounding advice?”

“And your smashing bod,” Fred grinned, pulling Lee in so they were chest to chest and allowing his hands to wonder and squeeze.

Not to be outdone, Lee grabbed a handful of Fred’s hair and pulled, catching his lips when his head was tilted back. They kissed for a while, lips parting, hands wandering and hips rocking smoothly, as if they had all the time in the world. Eventually, the kisses slowed to pecks and the pecks morphed to content, lazy nuzzling.

“This is what we have to look forward to,” murmured Fred, eyes half closed so only a sliver of blue was visible through a curtain of fine lashes. “After the war is over, we can do whatever we want. The shop was doing well, once we open it back up we could definitely afford our own place, one close enough to the Floo network so I can travel to Diagon Alley in the mornings and you can get to whichever news station was lucky enough to land you—maybe the Daily Prophet, after they get rid of all the Death Eaters—”

“I’d rather work for the Quibbler, thank you very much,” muttered Lee, afraid that if he spoke above a whisper his voice would break and betray the tsunami of emotions he was drowning in.

“Right, so no Daily Prophet. You go to the Quibbler and I’ll go to the shop and and since I’m my own boss, I’ll probably get home before you which means that I will cook dinner—”

“That chicken dish I like?”

“Exactly,” Fred smiled, closing his eyes and leaning back so they were now lying on the couch with Lee’s head resting on his chest. “So I’ll cook us dinner and by the time you get home everything will be ready and maybe George will have come back with me from the shop and on some nights we can invite Ron with Hermione, and Harry will be back with Ginny at that point for sure, and Percy will be just around the corner at the Ministry so maybe he’d like to join as well—”

“This place we live in, is it a home or a halfway house for wayward Weasleys?” asked Lee.

Fred shrugged and said, “Why can’t it be both? In any case, mum will insist on seeing us at least once a week so Sunday nights will be spent at the Borrow and that leaves Saturday nights at your parents’ house...which doesn’t leave that much time for us, so maybe we can push it down to just twice a month?”

“Agreed,” said Lee. Then, almost shyly, “You’ve really given this some thought.”

“It’s the rest of our lives, Lee,” said Fred, “there’s nothing better to think about.”

“...and that’s it for tonight, our dear listeners. Remember to keep your wireless at hand to catch more from Potterwatch and I know we can’t make any promises, but I’m making this one anyway: we will be back. So keep fiddling with those dials: next password will be ‘Umbitch’. Keep each other safe. Keep faith. Good night.”

George let out deep breath and removed the headphones covering his ears, shaking out his hair like a wet dog and wiggling a finger in his ears. Sitting across him on the same dilapidated table, Fred and Lee were going through the same rituals, the former stretching out his back against the chair while the latter picked up and put away their equipment.

“I think that went well,” George said. “We had twice as many people listening in than last time. With any luck, those aren’t all Death Eaters plotting out ways to find us and tear us apart limb from limb to then use our skulls as ceremonial cups.”

“You should write poetry, George,” said Lee, “who wouldn’t want such vivid imagery of their own demise planted in their mind as they’re on the run from the most dangerous wizarding organization of all time?”

“You think so? Thanks, mate,” George smiled from ear to ear and said, magnanimously, “I’m sure you have some talent too, and when you find it, I’ll make sure to encourage you as much as you did me. I won’t forget this.”

Lee shared an eye roll with Fred, who was chose to keep silent, looking on in amusement, and said, “I’m sure you won’t, George. In the meantime, why don’t you make yourself useful and—” The colour drained from Lee’s face as the words got caught in his throat. He turned panicked eyes on the Weasley twins and brought a finger up to his lips, taking out his wand and moving on light feet to the door.

The twins exchanged puzzled looks of their own but followed the protocol they had in place for situations just like this one. They charmed their feet silent with a mumbled spell and went about the room, packing up their stuff and removing any evidence that they’d been there in the first place.

When all was said and done and Lee still hadn’t moved from his vigil by the door, Fred walked up to him and whispered, “What’s going on?”

“I-I’m not entirely sure,” Lee stammered, “I thought I heard something—a cough.”

“That’s what we set up the perimeter alarm to sound like,” Fred supplied.

“I know! But it’s been almost fifteen minutes and nothing’s—”

A mild-mannered cough interrupted Lee and was followed by a feminine sneeze. Lee could feel the tension in the room suddenly reach an all time high as the three of them processed their predicament.

“Someone’s coming,” hissed Fred, “and they’ve set up Anti-Apparition wards. We can’t apparate away.”

“Any ideas?” asked Lee, shuffling lightly on his feet so his body was covering Fred from anyone bursting in through the door.

There was a resounding boom around them, followed by the house shaking on its foundations and the windows blowing out to pieces. George, Fred and Lee locked eyes and nodded their heads as one.

“Get the brooms out, Freddy,” said George, “we’re going flying.”

Dust covered every surface of the great hall. There were beds set up on the floor; the right side for the injured and the left side for the dead.

Fred was lying on his back on sheets of white, features soft and relaxed, as though he were dreaming the most wonderful of dreams. He was resting on the left side of the hall.

He was surrounded by his family. His mother held his head between her hands and rocked herself over his prone body, barely coherent enough to recognize the arms wrapped around her torso as those belonging to her husband who had his face buried in her hair, darkening her auburn tresses with his tears.

His siblings were arranged close by in various forms of distress. Ron was holding onto Hermione like she was the only thing keeping him up while Ginny had her head tucked into the crook of Harry’s neck, fingers idly tracing shapes on the palm of his hand as they both stared blindly into the distance. Percy and Charlie were sitting back to back on the dirty ground, the former with his head bowed down to his chest and hands grasping at a bleeding leg while the latter was inspecting the new ugly burns running up and down his arms. Bill was standing tall and weary with his wife in his arms and George…

George was lying down next to his dead brother, legs out straight, arms at his sides and face looking up at the enchanted ceiling. No one would be able he wasn’t as dead as his brother if it weren’t for the tear tracks continuously running down the sides of his face and disappearing into his hair.

Lee watched this all from a distance. He couldn’t tell where he was in relation to his dead fiancé and would-be family, but he couldn’t just see it all; he could feel it, too. It was a gaping wound in his chest, festering and growing by the second until it became so large it felt like it was swallowing him whole and any life he had left was being choked out of him by grief and heartbreak.

The war was won. Voldemort was dead and his remaining Death Eaters were being rounded up by the vengeful families of their victims and if they weren’t caught tonight, there always tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that, and the one after that one and so on.

They had all the time in the world now.

But for Lee, within the cavernous walls of Hogwart’s great hall, at that very moment, time stood still. And he didn’t think it would ever start again.

Lee woke up with a shuddering gasp. His legs moved of their own accord and propelled him from the bed, running to the bathroom where they landed on the floor with a resounding smack as his stomach hacked up its contents into the porcelain bowl. He spent a few seconds catching his breath before flushing his vomit down the toilet and stumbling to his feet.

The cold water felt wonderful on his overheated skin. He let it run over his hands then washed his face and cleaned out his mouth. Supporting himself on the edge of the sink, he lifted his head and stared at the reflection looking back at him in the mirror.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he muttered.

“I’ll say. I’ve been waking up to this for the past three months and I never get tired of it.”

Lee smiled and relaxed for the first time since waking up as two wiry, freckled arms wrapped around his stomach from behind and brought his bare back against an equally bare chest.

“What was it this time?”

“Another nightmare,” Lee murmured.

“The same one?”

“Mhmm,” Lee hummed.

“I’m sorry, love.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“Really? Because I’d consider getting hit by a deadly, rare curse which has my family thinking I’m dead and nearly succeeds in actually killing me, leaving you with recurring nightmares of my death and the ensuing life without me, to be kind of my fault.” Fred’s voice was gritty from sleep and his breath was warm against Lee’s neck as he leaned forward and placed a kiss there.

“You’re right, I should be coming to you for restitution,” said Lee, his face betraying nothing after years of experience pulling pranks alongside the Weasley twins.

“Damn bloody right you should.” Fred turned Lee around so they’d be face to face. “I’m sad to say I’m all out of money at the moment and unfortunately Gringotts doesn’t open until well into the morning.”

“I can’t possibly imagine waiting that long,” Lee announced. “How will I cope?”

“Therein lies my problem,” said Fred, nodding his head solemnly. “

Fred levelled Lee with his best ‘come hither’ look, wiggling his eyebrows for extra effect, and Lee couldn’t take it anymore. He snorted with laughter and said, “Really? Now? And that’s what you’re going with?”

“I’m standing by it and after all, there’s no time like the present,” Fred winked. “Even if we do have all the time in the world, best to sometimes live in the moment, don’t you think?”

Lee thought back to his nightmare, to the very real memories sprinkled in between the nightmarish sequence of Fred’s death and his funeral. He remembered all those moments stolen in between missions and Potterwatch broadcasts and fights with Death Eaters. He recalled the flash of memories, one more precious than the other, which had run through his the second he’d walked into the great hall and spotted Fred’s body among the dead.

“Yeah,” he said, eyes catching on the band of gold on his finger and dashing to catch the same glint on Fred’s own finger. “We can live in the moment. For now.”

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