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arielburrow · 2 years ago

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Joe being nervous of you meeting his family

Pumpkin Pie

nothing like a Thanksgiving fic in June 🤭

Fall in Ohio was definitely your favorite time of the year. The leaves changing always signaled to you mentally that football season was in full swing and the holidays were around the corner.

You take in the scenery for a moment before continuing to your boyfriends front door. “Joe!” you call out, entering his home.

“Hey you!” he welcomes you with a warm hug after being away from each other for a week. You traveled to Pennsylvania to visit family and attend an event with other NFL photographers that the league hosted annually.

“How was your trip? How’s your mom doing?” he questions as you both take a seat on the couch.

“Shes doing good, I saw my sister, it was really nice to be home for a bit and see everyone before they leave.” Your mom was traveling to Europe with her lifelong best friend, which you were a little concerned about at her age, but she insisted it had to be checked off the bucket list. Your sister was also heading to Florida to stay with her husband’s family for Thanksgiving, so your mom wanted everyone to be together since you’d be apart for the holiday.

“That’s good to hear, but i’m glad your back, I missed you a lot.” He smirks pulling you to his chest.

“I know Joe I missed you too, you know it’s funny we’ve only been officially dating for a month and I don’t even like being apart from you for a week.” You giggle into his chest.

“Yep. Joe Burrow effect.” He innocently shrugs receiving a nudge from you causing him to laugh.

“Hey I have a question….” he leads on. You look up to him with a bit of concern.

“Can you…I mean….do you by any chance like pumpkin pie?”

You laugh at his demeanor, he seemed almost scared for your response. “ I love pumpkin pie Joe, why do you ask?”

“oh thank GOD.” he looks almost relieved as he stands from the couch and walks to the fridge. You watch as he pulls a Costco pumpkin pie from the fridge, this of course being the only thing in the fridge besides a bottle of ketchup. He grabs two forks and heads back to you, placing the pie between you two and handing you a fork.

“Here.” he smiles and reaches for the remote to find a movie.

“Plates?” you ask.

“Nope, we don’t need them.” he insists.

“alright then.”

After a long night of Joe showing you how much he missed you, you got up early for a workout with your best friend.

She catches you up on her guy drama and you fill her in on Joe.

“Oh so you’re going to Thanksgiving with Joe’s family? That’ll be fun!” She responds to you’re blurb about you being home for the holiday.

You whip your head towards her as you both push through the stairmaster.

“Um what?” You respond in complete shock at your assumption.

“Well yeah…I mean, what is Joe gonna do, drive to Athens and leave you here for Thanksgiving? No way, he’s gonna want you to go with him.”

“I’ve never met his family before though, he makes them sound so sweet but that’s like a huge thing.” You respond between huffs, wiping your hand of the sweat along your forehead.

The two of you go back in forth on the conversation as you finish your workout. Leaving the gym you couldn’t help but to overthink the situation. Was Joe assuming you would just go with him? He might not even be considering it?

After showering and ordering takeout, you finally have time to wind down in your own apartment. You were finishing up some editing when Joe texted.

Joe❤️- dinner tmr night, I’m cooking

you- you mean your chef is cooking?

Joe❤️-😉

The next day you spend at the facility and finishing up more editing. Heading to Joe’s house the question rings through your head again. Does he want me to meet his parents?

You can immediately smell the fajitas Joe requests weekly as you walk into his house. You greet his chef and make your way upstairs do find him on the phone with someone. You walk into his room quietly and plop down next to him, soon able to put together that he must be talking to his mother. As he hangs up he turns back to face you, pulling you into him. “You hungry?” he questions. “Starving” you respond pulling him up from the bed to go back downstairs.

You both take a seat at the table as the chef brings over the food; both expressing your gratitude for the meal, after all, neither of you could cook. Without Joe’s chef, takeout would be the only option. You both make small talk throughout dinner and go over each others days.

“I heard you talking to your mom, how is she doing?” you ask picking up the glass of water. “She’s good, she was just checking in on things, asking me about Thanksgiving and stuff. I’m on pumpkin pie duty because she knows i’m picky about where the pie is from.” He babbles on, you laugh at the pie comment. “You know i’ve know you for almost a year and was given no insight into the punpkin pie fanatic that you are.” he gives you a surprised look. “Umm, what do you mean? Friendsgiving last year? At Jamarr’s? The pie that everyone was raving about…the one that I brought.” He goes on bragging about this situation which you have zero memory of, but give him the credit any way.

“So, since your family’s all out of town, what are you going to do for the holiday?” he looks up to you with seemingly hopeful eyes. “Um I don’t really know honestly, maybe i’ll just hang around here or go to Anna’s place?” you responded taking both of your plates to the sink.

“Why don’t you come with me?” he asks. “To Athens for the night, we won’t stay long cause of practice and everything but it would be nice for you to meet my family” he picks up the dishes to clean as you seat yourself in a barstool across from him.

“You’re ready for me to meet them?” you ask watching him load the dishwasher. “Yeah, I mean i’ve been wanting you guys to meet for a long time and they never get to see you at games cause your always on the field.” he says.

You think for a moment, then smile. “Yeah i’ll go with you.” He smiles in return, walking over to you and sitting with you on the couch. “Can you stay tonight?” He asks pushing a strand of hair from your face. “I have to go to the office early tomorrow, like earlier then you go for practice,” you say to him. “That’s fine, I have to meet with Brian anyway.” he returns. “Okay then, im staying,” you respond shifting yourself to lay in his lap as he finds a show to watch. “My moms going to be so happy your coming,” you smile as you hear him say it before dozing off.

A week later your packing a bag for Joe’s house. You were heading over there tonight, and leaving tomorrow morning for his parents house. You had him on FaceTime at the moment as you got everything together. “I hope you like them, I mean i know they’ll love you, but I hope you like them and-”

“Joe” you cut him off laughing. “They’re you’re parents, i’m going to love them, don’t you worry. I’m the one whose supposed to be nervous not you!” you giggle. “I know, I know, it’s just really important to me you know? I love you and I want you to feel like you’re apart of the family.” You smile at what he says. You and Joe confessed your love for one an other a while ago, but it still made you blush hearing him say the phrase. “I love you too Joe, and I promise i’m so excited to become apart of your family.” You pick up the phone to see his face. You and Joe had a funny dynamic. Technically you had only been together for a month, but you fell for him way before that. The day you were hired by the Bengals you knew there would be a professional problem because you became addicted to him. His looks, his jokes, just being around him was like a drug for you and you knew there was no escaping. You were definitely a little nervous about meeting his parents, but you were excited that this was happening. It made this whole dream feel a little more real.

The next morning you wake up in Joes arms. The two of you spend the morning getting ready and Joe expressing his little worries to you which you insisted he stoped talking about. “You know they’re going to drown you with questions right?” He asks you getting in the car. “Joe, that’s okay, all you need to worry about is your pumpkin pie.” You console him cupping his cheeks as you lean over to kiss them. He glances to the backseat to ensure it’s there, making you laugh.

The drive to Athens is quiet and relaxing, you let Joe have aux for about 15 minutes before you steal the cord. Pulling into his parents driveway, you take in the old red brick home that seems to be gushing with childhood memories. Joe’s parents appear and you meet them with a warm hug and hello. Robin hugs Joe tightly after not seeing him for a few weeks. Walking into the house you’re immediate hit with the sweet smell of cinnamon spice and you can’t help but smile. The four of you take a seat on the couch and Robin explains that others will be joining soon. She asks about your job and how you like working with the organization. “It’s honestly amazing, I worked in Seattle for a while, but it doesn’t even compare to this organization, and it’s nice to be able to work back in my home state,” you say. “It’s definitely something special, they really care.” Jimmy chimes in with a smile. After some more small talk Joe and his dad talk football while Robin gathers photo albums. She sits with you as she shows you baby Joe and gives you a backstory on the pictures. You die over each picture which Joe rolls his eyes at. “I was three!” he yells over your reaction to the picture of him running bare naked in the street with a football in his hand.

You could immediately tell Joes parents were something special, they are a big part of the man he is today and you were so happy you got to join the Burrows.

Others arrive soon after, and the house fills with chatter. You make your way around meeting the others and saying hi to Joes friends who also joined dinner, who you have met before.

You help Robin and Joes aunts in the kitchen for a while, the four of you chattering for hours before Joe pulls you aside.

“So?” he asks. “So what Joey? You want a rating on your family? I love them, I love all of this, I promise. Stop overthinking this and go sit with your friends.” You reach up to kiss him on the cheek and he smiles and nods.

You finish helping with dinner and setting the table with Joe. You all finally sit down together, the table beaming with chatter and laughter. “Thank you all for being with us, those of you who were on time, and those who showed up five minutes ago.” Jimmy says glancing towards Joes brothers, causing everyone to laugh. “I’m just kidding, but really it’s nice to have everyone under the same roof for the holiday.” “we love you all, now please eat!” Robin adds with a smile. You make small talk with different relatives at the table and with Joe. After dinner, you sit with Robin and Joe’s aunts, while the guys do the dishes.

“So y/n, you and Joe are absolutely adorable, really I know that boy and how he is with girls and he is really in love with you.” His mom’s sister comments with a smile. You return the smile and you can’t lie that you felt a blush from that comment. You loved that she picked up on that. “Do you see your family often?” the other sister asks. “Sometimes, most of them are in Pennsylvania so they come to games some times and I just went up there last week to visit.” you respond. Everyone joins in the living room as Joe serves the pumpkin pie. Robin puts on a Christmas movie, insisting that it was now Christmas season, which you couldn’t argue with.

Joe takes a seat next to you and you rest your head on his shoulder. The rest of the night is filled with reminiscing on childhoods and lots of football. You hug everyone goodbye and Robin pulls you in tight. “Thank you y/n” she whispers “he really needs you” she smiles and moves to hug Joe goodbye. The drive home is again a comfortable silence that you happily doze off to, knowing you’re family just expanded tremendously.

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theitgirlnetwork · 1 year ago

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Ch. 11: Three Months But It Feels Like Forever

Note: Hello! Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate it and just a warm hope you had a good day to those who don't. Another chapter written in the middle of the night, so...you know. Still I hope you enjoy it. Unfortunately our fave couple still has troubles ahead, but there's a fun, a little (a lot) crazy surprise at the end. As always, thank you for all of the love on this story, I'm really grateful for it. It really inspires me and makes this stuff even easier to share. You're all great. I love interacting so feel free to continue. Also this is short but the next one will be longer bc it's something big. Also again, this taglist situation is probably my bad so I'm gonna sort it out, try again next chapter, and then y'all can tell me if it worked, bc atp I'm embarrassing myself. Thanks and I hope you enjoy. <3

Charlotte's Work Party Look

Lip's Work Party Look

“So this is bullshit. He dumps her for one basketball game?”

“That’s not what happened, he was having an inner conflict, and he was only sixteen.”

“Sixteen year old piece of shit.”

Charlotte huffs, continuing to run her fingers through his blond curls. Lip is laid across the couch, his head in Charlotte’s lap, hand underneath her thigh. Debbie is sitting on the floor in front of the television and Troy Bolton had just told his friends he didn’t give a shit about Gabriella.

“He’s just choosing basketball and his friends.” Debbie protests, breaking free from her basketball boy trance to argue with her brother.

“Basketball and his friends can’t get his dick wet-ow! Charlotte.” he winces, rubbing the spot on his scalp where his girlfriend had decided to bury her hand and tug. “Damn it, I was just sayin’ he’s got like one game left in the season, why does he need to break up with her to play? And that shit she just wrote on the board is wrong-why the hell are we watchin’ this shit?”

“You just don’t get it.” Debbie huffs, pausing the movie. She pushes off of the floor and grabs the popcorn from the coffee table. “Let’s watch try again when he’s not here.”

“Oh excuse me.” Lip rolls his eyes as his sister storms off, running up the steps. When he looks back up at his girlfriend, her cheek is dimpling with her deep frown. “What?”

“You ruined movie night” she fake pouts, rubbing her hand along his chest.

Lip smirks, before indulging her, sitting up and tilting her chin with his finger. “Aw, did I?” he kisses her cheek, “I don’t think I did.” her jaw, “We could go in my room and make our own movie.”

“Yeah?” Charlotte hums, meeting his lips briefly with her own before pulling back. “Can’t. I have work.”

“Stay here,” he murmurs, pulling her back to him. “You can dance for me.”

Giggling, Charlotte lets herself be pulled back in, exchanging kisses with the blond until his phone buzzes on the couch next to him, a dreaded name lighting up on the screen. She pulls back fully this time, standing to go get dressed. “Your professor is texting you. At 8:36 at night.”

Blue eyes watch Charlotte disappear up the staircase before closing tiredly. Lip had been dodging almost all of Helene’s communications. He would read her texts to make sure they had nothing to do with his job, and only responded when they did. He’d hoped that was enough, but everytime Charlotte saw that name pop up on his phone she would retract from him. Leave the room, pick up Liam, interact with anyone but him. One morning she asked again, if she had a thing for him, or if they’d hooked up in the past. No matter how much he wanted to, Lip just couldn’t bring himself to answer her with a yes.

“Fuck,” he breathes to himself, before running up the stairs after her. He pushes the door to his bedroom open. “Charlotte-” he pauses, staring at her, taking in her form. She stands in her work outfit, if you could call it that, the only thing offering an ounce of covering is the one leg of a juicy tracksuit she was putting on over it. “Um, what the fuck?”

She turns, meeting him with confusion, giving him a glimpse of the front which only has him letting out a laugh of disbelief. “What?”

“What? You’re gonna wear that to work?”

“Oh,” she shrugs, putting her leg through the other hole and pulling the pants up. “Yeah.” she chirps, reaching past him to grab the matching jacket, zipping it over the small bikini top she has on.

“The only thing that shit covers is your nipples.” Lip says, scratching his head.

“S’a stripclub, Phillip. They’re supposed to see stuff.” she giggles. Her laughter stops when she sees his stoic face. Charlotte makes her way over to him, cupping his cheek, “Hey, you said you were good with this. You’re not?”

Lip looks away from her for a second, shifting on his feet. He’s too embarrassed to admit to her that he thinks he agreed to this whole stripper situation too soon. He’d never been a jealous guy, so he didn’t think it was a problem, but he supposes that jealousy is a new feeling that Charlotte had brought into his life. “No, baby I am, just…shit.”

“What shit. Like shit? Or shit.”

Lip closes the distance between them, waiting for her to meet him in a peck, patting her ass when she does. “Watch your mouth.” he mumbles against her lips.

Big brown eyes just stare up into his blue ones. “M’workin’ for us, remember?” She whispers, wrapping her arms around his neck and rubbing his hair at the nape. “Besides, why would I look at the losers that hang out at the club, lookin’ at me all night when I could come work and be with my sexy boyfriend?”

“Good point.”

“Yeah?” she laughs, letting him pull her into a bunch of small pecks, between matching smiles. The couple starts to get lost in each other again, only breaking away at the sound of Lip’s phone going off again. Charlotte pulls back with a blank look on her face. “Your other girlfriend is trying to reach you.”

Lip rolls his eyes and sighs as she slips past him again, running down the stairs. “Bunny-”

“Just take me to work, Gallagher.”

“You do privates, honey?” A drunken man slurs, leering at Charlotte, waving a hundred dollar bill in front of her face. He’s with a group of older men who’d been tipping shittily and buying the cheapest drinks since they’d gotten there.

“No, sir I don’t, but the ladies that do are on the other side of the club…and they charge more than that.”

The man’s lip curls as he stands, scowling at the woman. Charlotte subtly takes a step back, glancing over at security, ready to call them if he got aggressive.

“Hold on, wait a minute, Trent. That’s my daughter in law you’re talkin’ to.” a voice rasps.

“Frank?”

The scraggly man emerges from the crowd of older men on the couch, positioning himself between Charlotte and the other man. “The one and only.” His gaze drops briefly. “Nice outfit.”

Charlotte wraps her arms over her chest and frowns at the man. “What’re you doing here, Frank?” She looks at the group behind him. “Are you in trouble?”

“Trouble? I’m enjoying the ambience! You and your lovely naked friends are a sight to behold-”

“Oh, God, Frank!” Charlotte gasps, covering her mouth to hide her disgust.

“What? You have a beautiful form!”

“I’m calling Phillip.” she huffs, turning to go to the locker room, she pauses as a thought passes through her mind. Twirling back around she makes her way back over. “Frank, what are you paying with?”

“Oh,” the older man produces a sock full of cash from his pocket. It’s familiar to Charlotte. Ever since Frank and Monica located the first squirrel fund, Fiona had started keeping the money in a new place. In the dry rotted hole on the floor between the wall and the dryer. Inside of the sock that Frank was currently dangling in Charlotte’s face. “I came into some money.”

“Hey, that’s-” Charlotte tries to grab it, only for Frank to yank it away at each attempt. “For the house! For bills, for Carl’s field trip this month-”

“That’s my house that you’re shacking up in fyi. This is Gallagher money, and therefore it’s mine to spend. Now point me in the direction of the ladies giving private dances. I’m a private man.”

“Frank, I can’t let you spend that-” Charlotte argues, grabbing one end of the sock and pulling. Frank is tugging at the other until he stumbles into a table, causing a couple glasses to fall and shatter, leaving Charlotte with the sock. Charlotte stands over the man angry, disgusted, and feeling a wave of hate she’s never really felt for anyone. Up until this point, she really didn’t consider Frank beyond the far and few in between memories Lip shared. But now she was seeing the man be shitty live and in person. And she was fed up. “It’s for your fucking kids you deadbeat!”

Two seconds later security is grabbing Frank and the manager on staff that night, Sarah, is pulling Charlotte a couple steps away. She can distantly hear Lip’s father yelling and cursing as he’s dragged from the club. “Lottie, what happened?”

“I…Frank is my boyfriend’s father, and he’s trying to spend their house money, and he was being a dick about it-”

“Okay, okay. Well, Frank knows he’s not really supposed to be in here anyway, so it won’t happen again. The new guy at the door must have let him slip through. But, because a personal altercation occurred out on the floor, I have to send you home, babe.”

“Damn, really?” Charlotte whines, looking at the crowd starting to pour into the club, no doubt big spenders. She could practically see the dollar signs fading away. Sara offers her a sympathetic look, shrugging. “Fine, okay, let me call my boyfriend to pick me up.”

Lip had been dead asleep when Charlotte let him know she needed to be picked up from work. He has work tomorrow and so in an attempt to get some real sleep, he was in their room at V and Kev’s house, taking advantage of the quiet. He’d rushed over to get her, grabbing Kev’s car keys without asking and noting to himself that a car should probably be the first thing on their list to purchase with the Bunny Bank. When he pulled up out front she was already waiting there for him, the big burly security man, John waiting beside her to walk her to the car.

He and Lip exchange nods as Charlotte climbs into the car pouting. “What happened?” Lip immediately questions, barely letting the door closed. “Someone was fuckin’ with you?”

Charlotte huffs, buckling her seatbelt, allowing him to turn the light on and try to check her for any bruises or injuries. “No…kinda, just- your dad showed up.”

“Fuckin’ Frank.”

“Yeah, right, and he had all of your house money, and I tried to get it back, and he wouldn’t give it back, and we fought and I told him he was a piece of shit deadbeat.”

Lip frowns at that. He hates this part of having a girlfriend. It’s fucking humiliating. He doesn’t know how Fiona lets a bunch of different guys get involved with their family shit. Finding Frank drunk in the yard, Monica coming and spewing her bullshit, now Frank was showing up at Charlotte’s job. And she was fighting with him over money he’d stolen from his children. It’s fucking embarrassing. “Yeah, well, that’s Frank, don’t worry about that shit okay?”

“Well he was stealing from-”

“Fiona and I handle it, it’s not your problem, alright?” Lip says, muscle in his jaw jumping in irritation.

From the corner of his eye he can see Charlotte stare at him with a hurt expression for a moment, before sitting back in the passenger seat, facing forward. “Okay.” she drops the sock full of money on his lap.

The rest of the ride is quiet, Lip drives her through dingy streets, in a borrowed car and wallows in shame. Charlotte is leaning as far into the door as possible, far from him. When they pull up to their neighborhood she hops out of the car before Lip can open the door, going over to Kev and V’s house. Lip follows a couple paces behind quietly, assuming the fact that she’d left the door unlocked was a sign she still wanted him to come with her.

As he enters the room he finds Charlotte already in her pajamas, curled up on the bed facing the wall. Small movements let him know she’s crying. The blond quietly slips behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist and resting his face against hers, pressing soft quiet kisses against her cheek. “M’sorry, baby.”

She just offers a sniffle in response.

Lip sighs loudly, dropping his head to the desk. His eyes fucking burn. He got little to no sleep after he’d basically told Charlotte off and made her cry, and she was quiet as hell this morning. He was such a screw up. “Fuck” he curses, grabbing a cigarette and his lighter from his bag, leaning back in his desk chair as he sparks it.

“Gallagher! You have a visitor!” Eric calls from the hallway. Immediately, Lip’s mind goes to Charlotte. Maybe she was feeling better and didn’t fucking hate him for telling her off for caring about him.

“Let her in!”

The door creaks open revealing Helene with a condescending smile plastered on her face. “You’re a hard man to hunt down, Phillip Gallagher.”

He just sighs, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air. “M’busy.”

“With what? Work or your girlfriend?” Helene sits in the chair across from Lip, crossing her legs, rolling her eyes when he doesn’t bother answering, taking another drag. “I’m kidding. But you have been ignoring my calls.”

“Well, you’re here now. What’d you wanna talk about?”

A muffled voice that could only be Eric’s is heard through the door. “His office is this way. You look great by the way.” The door to Lip’s office pushes open again, and who enters this time has him shooting out of his seat. “Gallagher, your girlfriend’s here.” Eric grins, tucking his hands into his pockets as Charlotte slowly makes her way in, eyes flicking between Lip and Helene.

“Fucking shit, okay-” Lip mumbles under his breath, holding his arm out for Charlotte to come to him. He watches as she rolls her shoulders back, standing straight and walking behind Lip’s desk, leaning into him. “Hel-Helene, this is my girlfriend Charlotte, Charlotte, this is my old Professor Helene.”

“Nice to meet you, young lady.” Helene says, holding her hand out.

Charlotte takes a deep breath before setting down the bag she was carrying in her hand, reaching over and taking Helene’s hand. “Nice to meet you too, Mrs.-”

“Miss.”

“Ms. Helene.” Charlotte finishes, a tight smile on her face.

The blonde woman laughs, tossing her head back. “Just Helene is fine.”

“Mm well, I dunno. Doesn’t seem right.” Charlotte shrugs, leaning further into Lip. “Thank you, by the way, for helping him get this job, it’s been wonderful.”

“You’re welcome. It was no problem at all, Phillip is a special boy.”

“I know,” Charlotte grins even harder, roughly patting Lip’s cheek. “A very special man. So proud of him.”

Lip watches the exchange trying to figure out if he should be nervous, laugh, or think it’s hot that Charlotte is staking her claim right now, running her hand along his hair, face and chest as she pretends to smile at Helene.

Eric clears his throat stepping further into the room himself. “Charlotte, something smells great, and it came when you did so either you smell amazing or you cooked something.”

“Oh, I,” She takes a piece of blue tupperware out of the bag, placing it in front of Lip. “I made you lunch, you didn’t eat breakfast this morning and you didn’t take lunch so…I thought we could eat and talk, but, I see you’re busy.”

Lip turns to her, voice softening as he grabs her hand. “Bunny, I’m sure I can-”

“Oh, that reminds me.” Eric sighs, tapping his own forehead. “I meant to give you some assignments from my dad, I know it’s your lunch break, but you’d have to stay late otherwise.”

“Fuck.” Lips breathes, running his hand through his hair.

“It’s alright bro, I could take Charlotte to lunch.” Eric offers, not withering under the looks he received from the couple. “My girlfriend and I are meeting up anyway, let the girls hang out and spend my money, Becca’s always looking for a partner in crime.”

Charlotte looks at an apprehensive Lip. And she knows it’s wrong, but the way he and the cradle robber across the desk interact makes her feel petty. “Sure, if Lip’s busy.”

Lip fixes Charlotte with a look of betrayal that has her questioning her decision, but Eric is already guiding her away from him out of the door. Yeah, fuck that. Lip thinks, grinding his teeth as he goes to follow them out of the door. Helene’s hand shoots out to stop him before he can get far. “Oh, and Lip, before you get back to work, there’s a work dinner for all of the different departments that I’m hoping you’ll attend. I mean, I know your boss, Mr. Avery is excited to meet you there.”

“Look, uh, Helene, I mean, thank you for all of this. For the job, recommending me and shit, but,” He scratches his nose, “the texts, the calls, they have to stop. Like, now you’re visiting, and that’s weird, you see I have a girlfriend so…”

“Of course, I wouldn’t ever want to disrespect that, I just thought, after everything, we could be friends.” Helene stands, grabbing her purse. “Well, I can see now that’s inappropriate. But you really should come to this party. It’s good for your career to make friends and shake hands. Bring Charlotte with you.”

Lip tucks his head, “I dunno, I don’t…don’t really think Charlotte is gonna be in the mood, we uh, need to talk.”

“No matter what was going on, my husband and I always made it to each other’s work functions. We always supported each other’s careers. If someone can’t do that for you, are they really the one?”

The young man recoils, frowning at the implication. Yes. She is. Period. Full stop. They were out of tune today, but Lip knows what he knows. And he knows he and Charlotte are there for each other. He knows they love each other. He knows that these past few months were the best of his life. Even when he and Charlotte weren’t on good terms, he knew he wouldn’t want to be struggling to communicate with anyone else. “You uh, mean ex-husband. And she’ll be there.”

Helene barely hides the hurt look on her face before she lets out a short, “Great.”

“Do you think this is okay?” Charlotte twirls, the skirt of her brown dress flaring around her gives Lip ideas that he knows he shouldn’t be having. Especially while they were fighting. Kinda. Something else he’s learned over these last few months is that Charlotte holds stuff in. When she’s upset she doesn’t explode like his family does, shit like he does. Breaking property, getting arrested, fighting. She doesn’t withhold affection like Helene and Karen used to. No, she still let him touch her. Quietly letting him press his lips to her cheeks, not moving when he rubs his hips, bringing him lunch. It was the stillness. The angry tears. The lack of warmth that let Lip know things were strained. And it hurts.

“You look great, bunny. Fuckin’ beautiful.” Lip says from his bed, tapping his cigarette ashes into Ian’s ashtray.

“Okay, good. You ready?” Charlotte asks, smoothing her hands over her dress as she looks in the mirror. Her voice is so devoid of emotion, but her eyes are extremely expressive. Big brown pools full of sadness as they meet his in their reflection.

But Lip is new to this. New to trying to maintain. New to trying to keep someone of value. “Babe, uh, should we talk or somethin’?”

Charlotte takes a deep breath before turning to Lip with a tired smile. “Later. Let’s get you to your work thing and after you wow them with your big genius brain, we’ll leave early and try to get on the same page.”

“Yeah?” he stands, looking down at her.

Charlotte just shrugs, reaching over and adjusting his tie with a small smile playing at her lips. “Yeah.”

And that’s the game plan. When they arrive at the party, which they find is being hosted at a friend of the company’s house. If one could call it that. It looks like a fucking mansion, down to the marble columns. Lip felt out of place, everyone here looked so…expensive, and not in the ‘I worked my ass off way’. He felt different than he did when he’d met Helene’s friends back when they were hooking up. The only thing preventing the bounce in his leg as he basically paraded his intelligence to the highest bidder with the future of his family on the line, was Charlotte’s soft, steady hand on him at all times. Fingers intertwined with his. Rubbing circles on his back. Rested on his thigh as she leaned into him. All Lip could think about was the fact that he was here for her, for them. He could secure their futures together if he turned this internship into a permanent job. He could…could…shit. Is that what he wants? Hell, is that what she wants?

Lip’s thoughts are interrupted by Eric and Rebecca’s entrance. The latter immediately beams as she sees Charlotte, squeezing her way between crowds of people, turning her nose up at a tray of hors d'oeuvres being passed in front of her face. “Lottie!” she cheers, tugging Charlotte up by her hands, pulling her into a hug. “You look gorgeous my love, who are you wearing?”

“Um, I’m sorry, my mother got me this dress, but if you wanna pull the tag out-”

“Oh, no, honey it’s fine. You can call me with outfit details later, I need to go find Eric’s bitch of a mother.” she murmurs under her breath. “Sorry I couldn’t make lunch earlier, but thanks so much for reminding that asshole to bring me something. It’d be just like him to go to my favorite restaurant and bring me nothing.” Rebecca scoffs, tossing her hair before fixing a fake smile on her face, leaving to find her boyfriend’s mother.

“You,” Lip pauses, laughing in disbelief as he stands, looking between Eric and Charlotte. “You went to lunch together. Alone.” He nods to himself, still chuckling, slowly walking closer to Eric.

“Phillip.” Charlotte tries, putting her hand on his arm. “Phillip, we were already there when Rebecca said she wasn’t coming, stop.”

“Yeah, man, it’s nothing serious, I just took your girl to lunch, she’s probably never been to the nicer restaurants in Chicago before-”

“Man, I’m about to knock your fuckin’ head off.” the blond continues, calmly putting his drink down, the force making a sound that gathers the attention of passersby. Charlotte tugs at Lip again, pleading to him his ear, telling him to go get their jackets and she’d use the bathroom.

“Please, Phillip. Please. Just go get the jackets. Please. We don’t have to talk to him. Please.” she begs, cupping his face. Eric huffs as he watches the woman coddle her boyfriend and takes a deep swig of his drink wandering off to go find Rebecca.

Lip runs an angry hand through his hair stalking off to the room where the jackets are being kept without saying a word, trying to maintain his temper. But of fucking course. Of course he’d meet a girl like Charlotte. Of course she’d make him fall in love with her, and like a fucking idiot, he would. And of course they’d meet a jackass like fuckin’ Eric who wanted her, who could give her the things she deserved like nice dinners, cars, houses, the pretty fucking outfits she likes to wear. He could give her that without planning for months, saving, taking money in and out of their joint savings to take care of his batshit family. Lip slams the door behind him, going to sift through the coats before pausing, hearing sniffling from the other side of the room. “Uh, hello?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” a watery voice says, stepping out from the closet area Helene is clutching a tissue in her hand, going over to Lip. “I’m sorry, it’s just-” her words are cut off by sobs.

“Uh, shit, sit down.” Lip says, guiding her to sit on the bed in the room.

“I…my son just called, let me know he made it back to school okay. And…it slipped in conversation, his father went on a date. He’s started seeing someone. I’d thought…he’d maybe surprise me by coming here. Oh, and I was so rude about Charlotte earlier, but my partner is the one not here.”

Lip watches awkwardly as the older woman sobs, placing his hand on her shoulder after a moment, glancing around. Sure he felt bad for her, but after all this time, he’d realized she really had been a bitch to him. And her ex-husband. He’d thought so highly of her before, thought she was the best thing that would ever happen to him. Now she was crumpling in front of him and he could barely bring himself to comfort her. “Sorry. But, I thought that was like…you guys’ thing. Fucking other people.”

“No, that was more me, he…tolerated it.”

“Oh. That’s…shitty.” Lip whistles.

“It is.” Helene sighs, sniffing one last time. She wipes her face before fully looking at Lip. “I think I was filling some kind of void you know? Low self-esteem, issues with aging, I have them all. The only relationship I had outside of my marriage that meant anything is you.”

They hadn’t even heard it. At least, Lip hadn’t. The door opening. The sound of Charlotte coming to check on him since he hadn’t returned with their jackets. But he did hear her curse before slamming the door. He couldn’t move fast enough, leaving Helene behind he slips between the bodies of movers and shakers in scattered throughout the house, swinging open the door and running down the steps, finding Charlotte stumbling in the grass as she kicks off her heels, grumbling. “Charlotte!”

He catches up to her quickly, grabbing the car keys from the valet stopping at Kev’s truck. The woman keeps walking, head held high as she limps out of the gate. “Charlotte, are you serious? Get in the car.”

“No!”

“Fucksake.” he growls, getting into the car and backing out of the driveway, following alongside her slowly as she makes her way on foot. “It’s fucking dark, get in the car.”

“Leave me alone.” she huffs, crossing her arms, whining to herself about the dirt touching her feet.

The muscle in Lip’s jaw jumps, his scowl going deeper. He reaches over and lights a cigarette, smoking out of the window. “You know, you’re the one who went on a fuckin’ date with someone else today.”

Charlotte laughs, speeding up. “It wasn’t a fuckin’ date. His girlfriend was supposed to go, and she canceled. We were already there, and you were too busy eye-fucking that old professor that you conveniently left out you used to literally fuck.”

“I really don’t wanna talk about eye-fucking when you get naked for half of Chicago, alright?” Lip grits. Too far. He knows it immediately. He watches her stop, and look at him with hurt he never wants to see, her tear tracks shining in the lights from the streets. His own eyes glisten with unshed tears. He puts the car in park, cigarette still balanced between his lips as he hops out walking around the side and grabbing a kicking, protesting Charlotte by her waist, tossing her over his shoulder. Lip places her in the car and slams the passenger door before getting back into the driver’s seat, staring forward at the road.

Charlotte pettily snatches the cigarette from his mouth, opening her window and flicking it to the road. “Why didn’t you tell me you dated her?”

The blond takes a deep breath, letting his eyes slip closed. “I was embarrassed, and I thought it’d freak you out. That you’d ask me to quit cause she helped me get the job. And I would if you asked me to.”

“I would too. Quit. If you asked me to.” Charlotte sighs.

“I don’t wanna ask you to do that. You like it, it's good money, shit you just started. But I do hate it. Thought I wouldn’t, but I do.”

“So, we’ll talk about it more. Until we both know where we stand on it.” she says, facing forward too, she's quiet for another beat before speaking again. “I’m telling the truth about Eric.”

“I know.” Lip scrubs his hands down his face. “I know. And I am sorry that I yelled about that stupid shit with Frank. That bullshit just shouldn’t be your problem.”

“I want it to be my problem. I love your family and I love you. I want to be part of it. I want…I want to be your family. So I care about the money you guys saved being stolen, I care if Liam’s diapers get bought, and I care if Carl gets to go on his field trip.”

“Fuck, bunny, I know you care. I just don’t want you to deal with that shit, it’s fuckin embarrasin’ you having to see my family like that. Having to kick in money for the house.”

“It’s stuff I wanna do. Ian doesn’t walk on eggshells with Mickey. None of you do. You treat him like an honorary Gallagher. Why can’t you do that with me?”

The couple turns to each other now, Lip reaching over the console, grabbing Charlotte’s hand. “You’re fuckin’ better than us, bunny.” He says, one tear finally falling.

Charlotte reaches up, wiping away the drop before smoothing his hair. “You’re gonna stop talkin’ about my boyfriend and our family like that. Nothing is better than you.” She smiles as Lip brings her hand to his mouth kissing her hand. “Well, except Chad in high school musical, I mean, I let the Troy slander go, but he’s different-” she laughs into the kiss that he pulls her into, the two of them smiling into the embrace as they share soft, tender kisses.

The pair stays like that for a while. Wrapped up in each other. Sitting in the dimly lit car, running Kev’s gas on the side of the road without a care in the world. After a few moments of peace Lip decides to take a risk. It’s a big one, a very Fiona style decision. But those were random loser fuckers who got her off when she was vulnerable. This, this is Charlotte. His Charlotte. Who'd singlehandedly made his life better in the short time she'd been here. Who he loves an unexplainable amount that almost pisses him off. And he’s scared. Fuckin’ terrified. But he has to try.

“Sweetheart, how long have we known each other?”

Charlotte scoffs, playing with his fingers with an absent smile. “Well, three months, but it feels like forever. You know, I never know if people mean that in a good or bad way. I mean it the good way, obviously.” she beams at him, looking into his eyes and finding him with a serious face, her smile fades. “What?”

“Do you work tomorrow?”

“Hm, nope, not supposed to. You?”

His chest tightens as he answers her. He doesn’t believe in stars aligning, or cosmic whatever, but he thinks that this might just be the fate shit that Debbie is spewing all the time that makes no scientific sense. “Nah, I uh…threatened my boss, so I gotta see if I still have a job. I think he has a thing for my hot girlfriend that I’m..I’m uh really in love with.”

“If he does, he doesn't stand a chance. Because I really love my boyfriend.” she hums. If anything was gonna be his confirmation, Lip thinks this is it. Those words were enough. “So what’s with the questions? You wanna do something?” she asks cutely, leaning her cheek into his hand.

This is it.

He looks down into her brown eyes and decides this is what he wants to see forever. Looking at anything else sucks anyway.

“Yeah, um…”

Just fuckin’ do it pussy.

“You wanna go get married?”

#oc #fiona gallagher #ian gallagher #kevin ball #lip gallagher #lip gallagher x oc #lip gallagher x reader #shameless #veronica fisher #gallagher #charlotte fisher #love #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #better

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oaticedeggshells · 7 months ago

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Jake And Amir

I spent way too long on this (watching every J&A video I could without putting too much effort in). When I've watched them one-off, I noticed a couple of instances of the following, so decided to see how widespread it was:

Is Amir from Jake and Amir a trans woman? No, probably not. But I still have my suspicions.

truth or dare: Amir "Time to meet some babe magnets" Jake "That's guys" Amir "Or lesbians"

Shopping: Jake "That's all the same women's sweater"

Fashion Tips: just watch this one.

Disease: Amir "and I'm not wearing women's shoes"

Video chat: Amir "like two civilised ladies"

Private Eye Part 1: "Best Supporting Actress"

Baby: I've forgotten the plot of this one

Girlfriend Pt7: Amir texting Leronuh "You made me feel like a woman again"

Trick or Treat: I might have marked this down just because of how Amir is dressed?

Powder, Fashion Blog, Boot Camp

Scrapped: Jake "You photoshopped a vagina onto yourself and you're masturbating?"

Costume, Brownie

Chugging: There's some reference to tucking?

Blood Donation: Jake "You came here in a skirt"

Reddit: "Dickless for Michael Chiklis"

Seminar: <image>

Doobs 3

March Madness 6: Amir "I'm gonna wear a gown to the final 4"

Costumes Part 2: Jake "Your crotch is bleeding"

Thanksgiving Scroll: Amir refers to themselves as queer

Breakfast Date: you're wearing a dress

Road Trip 2 (New Orleans): You have such saggy naturals

Poster Ideas: I'm not a businessman, I'm a businesswoman

Driving Lesson: queen dweeb

NY vs LA: What should us little sister friends gab about next?

Online Shopping: *queefs*

Serial: *wearing a thong*

Finale: bottom surgery

Donald Trump: "grab my pussy in joy"

Unrelatedly, gullies isn't a real world? And I've always used 'talking smack about Jeff' to mean shooting the breeze, not being rude to someone called Jeff. And a couple of quotes I'd forgotten:

"The pets are at work", "Work?", "Oh, you've never seen a rat be a chef before?", "That was a cartoon", "Yes, but a dog animated it".

"I got caught doing a 90 in a 0."

"waterboarding me with so much haterade"

The best bars:

sitting in jacuzzis // peanut butters smoothies // eating lots of movies // checking out the movies

all day, every day, every hour, gotta have a chicken nugget in my pocket gower

because you pale in comparison to Sarah

I spent last week in a hospital // What I thought was Flintstone vitamins was actually a birth control // and I shouldn't have drunk the whole botty-bottle

Just a little queasy // I should take it easy

1 2 3 4 if you're on a boat then you're paddling // horse then you're saddling // if you're on the stage then your name better be Bradlyn

Zip it, zip it good. Exhibit A.

First clue me. George clue me.

I'd consider it // because I'm considerate // now consider this // you prissy bis

I don't eat meat // I don't eat wheat // I don't eat treats // Now take a seat

Just give me my old scroll bag backpack back please

I love to yearn // I love to learn // I love to make money

That cool cat thinks he can hot dog

I'm not going to let some quack in a van hack me up in a can

I'm looking at one listing which is particularly cherry // though on the contrary // it might be an apple because it is that of my eye

Bros propose before hoes

It happened by chance // happenstance // it happens Nance

Yam plan thank you mam

You want one from a mean tween though? // meaner than you've ever seen // Well I've got one for you Mr.Bean

This is my baby, Bjorn, in a baby bjorn. Guess what day he was bjorn.

You're the only one with the capacity for such tenacity and audacity but more than anything I admire your veractiy.

To strike me like you did showed a lack of tact and you came off like a classless act and that's the facts Jack. Alright, I appreciate your attempt to mediate and alleviate hat you're done to me to date, but it's a little too little too lat.e

Chicken wings? // I love those frickin' things

Murph, Murph // It's your turf // Come down to Earth // you crazy Smurf

Washing is fine, it's drying that's trying. A clothes line? That takes time.

#jake and amir

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zephfair · 1 day ago

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A Good Old-Fashioned Hallmark Movie Romance

I don't know if anyone will read this but me, but here's the first section of a future Gansey/ Ronan AU fic. Rated G for now.

This is totally self-indulgent, and I'm trying to work in as many Hallmark movie tropes as possible. Please note that I only write syrupy happy endings so the “villain” is not going to remain the bad guy, because I’d actually love to make this a Ronan/Gansey/Adam if I can.😉

Oncoming headlights glistened in his eyes as Gansey drove west, into the darkness, but he knew it wasn’t water on his windshield that threatened to blind him. He swiped carefully at his eyes, wiping the tears gently so he wouldn’t disturb his contacts.

It didn’t make much difference because the tears kept coming, and his eyes were sore and tired.

But he kept driving.

It was Thanksgiving night, and he should’ve been at the Gansey family home, awaiting a huge turkey feast, surrounded by family including his parents, his sister and her husband, and his own partner. It was supposed to be a typical family holiday spent with loved ones, sharing gratitude for the past and creating new memories to be thankful for.

Instead he was alone, unsuccessfully holding back tears, driving toward a small town called Henrietta where he had spent a year at boarding school and where he hoped to lose himself and his breaking heart in his never-ending research.

The day had started out fine. Gansey joined his parents at a D.C. homeless shelter where they helped serve lunch both as a way of giving back but also as a photo op for Mrs. Gansey’s political career. The dual purposes didn’t ever seem to bother or conflict his parents, but it pulled at Gansey the third and made him feel like it was less about helping out than helping his mother garner more votes.

He’d left after helping clean up, staying much longer than his parents, who had left right after the photogs had, and driven back to his condo to rest a little and gather his partner for the night’s celebration.

Adam was ensconced in his home office, as usual, but Gansey knocked softly and announced he was home and they’d need to leave by 6 p.m. Adam had grunted, probably in acknowledgment, possibly in frustration.

Gansey didn’t want to stop his own work when his alarm sounded because he’d discovered a very interesting piece of information in a book that had taken weeks to arrive from France. But he sighed, put it away with the pile of his current research, and went to dress for dinner.

He was knotting his tie, staring at himself in the full-length bedroom mirror, when Adam appeared, stalking into the bedroom with his phone glued to his ear, also as usual.

Gansey smiled at him in the mirror, but Adam didn’t look up, just snapped out a few directions, called his assistant “an incompetent, worthless simpleton” then tossed his phone onto the bed.

“That sounded rough. You okay?” Gansey asked quietly.

Adam rubbed his face then jerked open the door to his closet. “Fine. I’m surrounded by idiots, as usual. They don’t know how to do anything if I’m not there to hold their hands.”

“Well, I’m glad it’s my hand you’ll be holding tonight,” Gansey said, turning to watch him. “Are you ready for dinner?”

“No, I have to go into the office.”

Just like that, Gansey’s heart dropped through the floor.

It wasn’t the first time Adam had abruptly canceled plans on him. It was becoming more and more of a thing, to be honest, and it shouldn’t even bother him anymore. In fact, Gansey was beginning to expect to have to attend every event that wasn’t directly related to Adam’s work by himself.

But today, on a day when everyone would be sitting around and sharing what they were thankful for, Gansey would be sitting there alone and thankless. Knowing in his heart that the man he loved didn’t seem to love him anymore.

So for once, he questioned it.

“But you promised me you would take the night off, Adam. You know this is important to me. To us,” Gansey said, not trying to water down the pleading in his voice.

Adam slammed the closet door shut. “No, this is just a ridiculous, made-up holiday that you can go share with your parents. But, what’s important to me is my job. I can’t start slacking off.”

“Slacking off? Adam, you haven’t slacked off a minute in your life!”

“Gansey, if I don’t get this deal across the finish line in time, they’ll never promote me. And I’m the only one on my team that’s even trying. You heard what I just said to Tad—everyone else is refusing to meet with me to correct the mistake that was his fault in the first place.”

“I know, Adam, but—”

“There is no but,” Adam said sharply. “They fuck up, then I have to fix it. It’d be simpler if I just went and did everything myself in the first place because my so-called team only makes more work for me.”

“Adam, I think you need—”

“Don’t you dare presume to tell me what you think I need.”

The acid in Adam’s voice made Gansey take an involuntary step back. Then he pulled himself up just a little and straightened his shoulders into the posture that’d been ingrained in him for as long as he could remember.

“I am not presuming to tell you anything, Adam. I am merely reminding you that you are, without a doubt, the most invaluable member of your firm. And you are indispensable to them. However, you are also indispensable to me, and as much as I have taken pains to avoid a confrontation, I believe that we do need to take the time to talk about this.”

Adam scoffed and shook his head. “Talk about what? You’ve known from the beginning of our relationship that my career was of utmost importance to me. We’ve talked about that before. And now that I’m finally getting somewhere and making my mark and yes, I know that I’m indispensable to the firm, but do they know that? Do they even care? One missed deadline, one unhappy client,” Adam snapped his fingers loudly, “and this could all go away.”

“That’s the absolute worse case scenario. You must know—”

“Again,” Adam’s voice was low and shaking just a little with some repressed emotion, “do not tell me what I must know.”

Gansey took a deep breath and tried again. “Adam, I am just trying to reassure you that you are the best man at your job. Yes, your career is very important, and I do understand that. I had just, just assumed that I… that our relationship was at least as important to you as well.”

“Goddammit, Gansey, you’re making it sound like I don’t appreciate you. You know I do. You can’t think that I’m out there cheating on you.”

No, that was one thing that Gansey had ruled out pretty quickly. Although he’d first had fear that Adam was having an affair with all his long hours away from home, Gansey knew enough people in Adam’s orbit that it was easy to determine Adam wasn’t having an affair because he simply didn’t have the time. Also he was so perpetually miserable and exhausted that Gansey didn’t think an affair would leave him so morose.

There were no clues at all of any other involvement except for the unrelenting mistress of Adam’s well-earned career.

“Of course, Adam, I know that. I don’t doubt your faithfulness. As I tried to explain, my doubts are about this. Us. Whether you value me as much as I deeply value you. You’ve made no effort for months to arrange time for us to spend together, and when I plan something, your schedule does not allow it.”

“Well, hell, Gansey, I can’t foresee when a crisis is going to come up at work. And if I don’t work my ass off, this all could go away. Is that what you want, for me to be poor and penniless like I was when we met, so you can swan around being the big protector and savior again?”

The accusation stung in every way that Adam probably intended. “Adam, I never—”

“You never what?” Adam sneered. “Never wanted to control me? Control my life? Control my job future? You would love that, wouldn’t you? Sitting behind me pulling the strings.”

Gansey tried to speak but Adam kept going, voice growing louder, his pacing stopped so he was right in front of Gansey. “Why do you think I work so hard all the damn time? Because it could all go away. It could all be gone with one bad decision, one bad deal, one unsatisfied client. My job, my career, my future is finally in my hands, and I will control it all. This, with you, any time I try to exert some control, you decide I’m not doing things to suit you and it starts all over again.”

“So you’re saying I’m controlling?”

Gansey flinched when Adam swore loudly and threw his cell phone, the thick case hitting the wall beside his shoulder with a clunk. Then Adam rubbed his face with both hands and stepped close to hold Gansey’s shoulders. Although he tried, Gansey flinched again, just a little, at that unexpected touch.

He knew Adam noticed when his face hardened and his fingers squeezed. “Gansey, if you’ve been paying attention to anything I’ve said the last few months, you’ll know that they are eyeing me up for a big promotion. The next position up the ladder. If I can get this deal done so everyone is happy, I’ll get the promotion. And with it, a huge raise. Enough that we can take that week in Wales you’ve been talking about. Enough that we can look at that other condo you liked.”

Gansey had been listening. If Adam had been listening, he’d know that Gansey had already visited Wales in September for his research, and the condo he’d mentioned was long since sold.

“Adam, if all I wanted out of life was to travel and have a bigger house, I could do that myself. I’m here with you because I want to be with you. I love you.”

Adam let go and paced away to the mirror to put on his tie. “You know how I feel about you. And if you really loved me, you would understand why my career is so important to me. More important than going to some family dinner. Your family gets together often enough that missing one time won’t matter.”

Gansey looked into Adam’s eyes reflected in the mirror as Adam appraised him back while his deft fingers worked on his tie. Gansey took another deep breath. There was so much he wanted to say. So many arguments held back for too long that he wanted to bring up. So much pleading he wanted to beg for Adam’s time and consideration.

Instead he said, “I’m going to Henrietta, Virginia.”

Adam’s face underwent more emotions than he could read in a split second. All Adam said was, “Why?”

“Because there is a rich history of folklore and legend that I want to look into. My research has given me some interesting local links that I’ve been wanting to check into, but I’ve been putting it off. You know I spent a year there in high school. I’m going back to check out what I’ve found.”

Adam had gained strict control over his face again, and met Gansey’s eyes in the mirror, smiling the little close-mouthed smile he gave so Gansey knew he was indulging one of his lover’s fanciful whims. “How long will you be gone? You might as well take the entire weekend since I won’t be around anyway.”

“No,” Gansey steeled himself to stare at Adam’s reflection rather than his back. “Longer.”

“Okay, then. A week? Two? Although I can’t imagine anything that would require that long in that shithole. Don’t forget the firm’s holiday party is Dec. 14, and we’ll need to coordinate ahead of time.”

“I don’t know when I’ll be back. I think I need a break.”

Gansey saw the crack in Adam’s facade as he finished knotting his tie. “A break. From work? From your little research and unpublished writing that you do from home at any hour whenever you feel like it?”

“A break from everything. From work. From my family. From the obligations.” From you hung in the air unspoken.

Adam finally turned from the mirror to stare at him. “Gansey, we’ve discussed it a million times. You’ll never be free of your family’s shadow if you don’t work at it, make something of yourself. Prove them wrong.”

And just like that Gansey knew that Adam was speaking from his own experiences.

“I don’t want to prove anything. And I don’t think I need to make something of myself because I already am me.” Gansey stood firm for once even as Adam approached. He knew the next move; it was always the same.

Adam slid one arm around his waist and cupped his cheek with his other hand. As he leaned down, Gansey turned his head so Adam kissed his cheek. Right on cue: Adam would dole out some affection to temporarily appease Gansey even while he glanced at his watch and thought about work.

Gansey stepped back, out of Adam’s loose embrace, and Adam allowed it.

“I think it would be better if I took this time and you did too,” Gansey said in a quiet, even tone. “Maybe do some reflection and think about what is really important.”

“Okay then,” Adam smiled condescendingly. “We’ll reevaluate and reconvene for the firm’s holiday party.”

“No, I don’t plan to be back before Christmas.”

Adam’s face and entire body language hardened. “Fine. Go talk to your damn hicks and learn some more worthless fairy tales that don’t mean shit. You’ll come back to your senses someday. But maybe I won’t be waiting.”

“I won’t expect you to be. I love you Adam. But for now, goodbye.” Gansey was able to keep his voice even as he walked out of their bedroom. He heard something crash against wall behind him and kept on walking. He got the car ready for the trip until Adam left for the office then he hurried back inside and packed.

The tears began as he drove away from their home.

Several hours later, Gansey found the Pleasant Valley Bed and Breakfast easily enough and dried his face one more time before entering. The proprietors turned off a football game on the TV to check him in.

“I do apologize for bothering you,” Gansey said. “But I was wondering if you might have a room for a night. Or two. Or, well, I’m not sure how long, actually. Do you have anything available for at least tonight?”

“Absolutely,” the woman said with a smile, introducing herself as Patty Wetzel and her husband as Shorty. “We have plenty of room right now, so you can have your pick.”

Gansey thanked her and took care of the check-in details. “Did you have supper yet? You’ve probably been driving right through,” Patty said, motherly concern dripping from her every word and look.

“No, I didn’t actually.”

“I can fix you up a plate of leftovers,” she said immediately. “Shorty said my bird wasn’t too bad this year.”

“Oh,” Gansey wasn’t hungry in the least, but he thought his last meal might have been breakfast. “That would be lovely, actually. Thank you.”

Patty smiled brightly. “Can Shorty help you with your suitcase or anything?”

“No, no, I’m fine. Just point me to the room.”

Shorty—who didn’t appear to be any smaller than average in any of the ways Gansey could observe—smiled and took him on through to a room that was small and lavishly decorated with tchotchkes, especially featuring roosters. Gansey looked askance at a large one beside the door, and Shorty smiled bigger.

“Don’t let them bother you. They grow on ya,” he said in a low voice.

Gansey’s smile was tremulous, but he tried for sincerity. “The room is very nice, thank you. Very comfortable, I’m sure.”

“You go on and get settled then come out so the missus can feed you. Our boys didn’t make it back to town this year, but she still made enough for five people. We’ll be eating leftovers for a week, so help yourself.”

“Thank you,” Gansey said with utter sincerity.

After using the bathroom and taking out his contacts, he ventured back toward the front rooms. Patty waved him into the kitchen and pointed him at the big old farmhouse table. “Unless you want to sit in the dining room?”

“No, honestly, this is much better,” Gansey said. Even though the roosters were prolific there too, the kitchen had the warm, homey feeling that he’d rarely experienced at any of his parents’ houses.

She set a plate in front of him, no, it must have been a meat platter because it was huge and filled high with slabs of white juicy turkey, mashed potatoes and dressing, at least four kinds of vegetables and other sides, all drowning in gravy that glistened with fat.

Gansey stared down at it and wished he had an appetite. “It looks delicious, thank you,” he said weakly.

He started eating mechanically, and Patty smiled in approval. “Do you mind if I turn on my show while I finish cleaning up in here? I usually let Shorty have the big TV when we don’t have guests around.”

“No, please, carry on,” Gansey replied.

She switched on a small TV on the counter. “Do you watch these? Hallmark Christmas movies are just the best,” she confided.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing one,” he said.

“Oh, this is a good one! It’s just starting. Let me make a new pot of coffee and we’ll have some pie after you’re done with that.”

Gansey didn’t know where he’d put all the food, but as he got distracted by the movie on TV, he kept shoveling it in. When Patty turned to him during a commercial, she grinned hugely. “You did good, cleaning your plate like that. Now, some pumpkin pie? Do you want some apple with that too?”

“Oh my god,” Gansey tried to discreetly hold in a burp. “Maybe just a tiny piece of pumpkin. And some coffee. Black.”

She nodded and served him at least a fourth of a pie, with a giant scoop of whipped topping on it. “I’ll give you the apple for the second half, you have to hear what he’s about to say to her.”

Gansey sat in awe, slowly eating the pie and drinking coffee while the movie went on. It was all neatly wrapped up just like a holiday present at two hours, and he finished his second cup of coffee.

“That certainly was … something,” he said diplomatically. Like a train wreck or a big rig overturned on the highway, he hadn’t been able to look away. It was the most unoriginal drivel he’d ever seen. He’d seen the so-called plot from a mile away. The characters were flat, the actors worse, all white and looking alike, the dialogue was simply unbelievable, everything so very fake and even worse, trite. As substantial as cotton candy. But he had sat and watched the entire movie and now he kind of hated himself for it.

Patty wiped a happy tear from her eye and reached out to squeeze his hand. “Wasn’t it beautiful? Oh, I love a good love story. When she found out he was going to save the town’s Christmas and he said she should stay there forever instead of going back to her big-city boyfriend, oh, it gets me every time.”

“And now there’s a sequel?” Gansey asked, his eyes still straying to the TV.

“Oh, no, there’s another story coming on.”

“But surely, that actress was in the last one?”

“Well, yes, there’s usually the same girls. They’re so good. Make you really believe it,” she gushed.

Gansey grinned weakly. This movie started off showing the actress in a “high-power” city job replete with tailored skirt suits and a severe bun. She was being sent to a small New England town to see about shutting down the local industry for her boss, and there was a very handsome, dark, rugged man in flannel shirts and carefully curated stubble. They had a meet-cute and immediately began to squabble.

Gansey found himself sinking back into the chair and caught himself when he realized how late it was getting. “Oh, I must let you finish here. May I help you with the dishes?”

“No, no, you can stay and watch this with me. And by the time I’m done, you’ll be ready for a slice of my apple pie.” She winked, and he was ready to insist that he would leave when she patted his hand again. “You look like you need a few more good meals and maybe a good love story to put you in the holiday spirit.”

Gansey felt traitorous tears prickle his eyes. “I thank you for the very generous and truly delectable meal. I… I don’t know about the rest of it. You see,” he couldn’t believe he was going to confide in a woman he’d known for two hours, but what the hell. “I think my partner and I broke up before I left for Henrietta.”

She nodded wisely at him. “I could tell something was making your heart ache. Shorty always says I’m too nosy but I told him the good Lord blessed me with this nose, and so I have the responsibility to use it. Just you forget about her for the night, and watch some good movies with me.”

“Him,” Gansey corrected automatically as he usually did then froze and looked into Patty’s eyes.

She nodded slowly and patted his hand again. “There’s one of them movies on tomorrow night, you just come on back here to the kitchen and watch with me. I can make a cake.”

“That’s all right,” Gansey said, emotions running through him from relief to hilarity to embarrassment to simple thankfulness that a total stranger was trying to comfort him. “I think I’m going to bed now.”

“You go right on and get some sleep. But if you can’t sleep, Hallmark channel is 79 on the cable. It’s nonstop Christmas movies from now until Christmas.”

“Oh good,” he said, standing while she told him the hours and menu for breakfast the next day.

Gansey shut the bedroom door and leaned his forehead against it with a little laugh. He was always newly amazed by the graciousness of certain strangers. She was nothing like any of his family, and yet, she’d taken him in and shown him more real emotion than he’d received from anyone in years.

Maybe coming to Henrietta had been a good choice after all.

#the raven cycle #trc #trc fic #ronan lynch #gansey #i've wanted to finish and post this since Christmas 2021 #but i think i'll just post here as i get it done

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ghostradiodylan · 1 year ago

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Which Hacketteers do you think are pro Christmas music and who do you think is totally against it?

Okay this is a great question and such a hard one for me because I’m kind of ambivalent about Christmas music myself! I like it fine for a couple of days beforehand but when it starts playing in stores right after Halloween? I’m still in spooky mode, stop trying to make me be merry for the sake of capitalism! 😂

Also given the setting of New York state, I wonder if any of them come from Jewish or otherwise non-Christian families. Idk who’s most likely to fit into that category but it’s a consideration. Christmas culture infects everyone though lol.

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I feel like Jacob is a literal child so he probably gets super excited about everything Christmas and is like helping his parents put up elaborate light displays and buying Christmas themed snacks and stuff, so he’s probably listening to Christmas music the day after Halloween and I feel like Emma might be similar. Emma might come Christmas caroling at your house because she loves performing so much! Emma doesn’t mind a pop cover or a bit of Mariah Carey at all.

Kaitlyn might be a total Grinch if left to her own devices but she can’t help indulging Jacob a little. She doesn’t mind Christmas music in the context of Christmas movies but she probably wouldn’t listen to it on purpose just for fun. She has a secret soft spot for the soundtrack to The Muppet Christmas Carol.

I feel like the holidays might be complicated for Ryan. We don’t know why his mom isn’t around, though I obviously have my headcanons for fiction, but that might make it a little bit of a tough time for him. At the same time, he seems really invested in his sister so he probably wants to make Christmas special for her. He lives with his grandparents, so maybe they’re listening to the more classic, old school Christmas music and jazz covers and he’s probably fine with that.

Dylan I think could go either way, either he’s rolling his eyes about it altogether or he’s making massive playlists of indie and alt rock covers and then throwing in annoying goofy songs like “Dominick the Donkey” and “I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas.” I think he probably does not want to hear Christmas music prior to Thanksgiving. But maybe I’m just projecting as I often do.

Abi’s watching The Nightmare Before Christmas on repeat to match her Hot Topic aesthetic. 😂 She likes that original soundtrack and the various artist cover versions and “Yule Shoot Your Eye Out” by Fall Out Boy. But when it’s actually the week of Christmas she gives in and gets into the regular cheery stuff.

I wonder how long Nick has been in the US because I always think it has to be so weird for Australians to have all this wintery themed Christmas music when it’s summer in their hemisphere at Christmas time! Maybe he gets really into it because it’s so different from what he’s used to. Or maybe he gets cranky and misses the summer and listens to Tim Minchin’s “White Wine in the Sun” to remember warmer holidays. Could go either way.

Maybe it’s his 50’s fit talking, but I imagine Max being into the old crooner type Christmas music, Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra and more recently stuff like Michael Bublé that’s copying that style. I feel like he starts terribly serenading Laura with that music in early November.

I feel like Laura might not get super into Christmas until school is out because she’s so driven, so maybe she pushes all that out of her mind until then, except when Max is badly crooning “White Christmas” in the shower. But then again, I also headcanoned her as a choir kid in high school so she probably had concerts to practice for too that made her get into the spirit earlier than she really wanted.

Thanks for the asks today y’all! I think my brain is tapped out but I will be meditating on some I can send back! 💜💜💜

#the quarry #merry quarrymas #jacob custos #emma mountebank #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #kaitlyn ka #abi blyg #nick furcillo #max brinly #laura kearney #beautiful asks from beautiful people #thank you kat 💜

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skoulsons · 1 year ago

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“About the blogger” meme

@not-so-mundane-after-all thank you for tagging me bby 🫂

Star sign: Aquarius

Favorite holidays: CHRISTMAS !!! My beloved holiday of giving and eating and celebrating Jesus. Also Thanksgiving and July 4th!! The food is delicious and it’s always been a good time with my family 🫶🏻

Last meal: Olive Garden today where I mistakenly said “yes” to a refill on my soup when I thought she was saying it for my drink 💀

Current favorite musician: mmmmm this is difficult bc I don’t really just… have one, which I know may sound dumb 💀 I’ve been listening to a lot of CHPTRS and they’re good. Erik Nieder. John Allan.

Last music listened to: Heaven Is Where You Are by Erik Nieder

Last movie watched: I think it was Gran Turismo? I was going to watch the Creator, and I did start it, but it was way too late when i did and only got about twenty minutes in before I crashed 💀 I gotta get back to it

Last TV show watched: Ahsoka 🫶🏻 I miss it

Last book/fic finished: I will admit I have not read anything in a while, so book is out of the question. But fic was…….. maybe Mundi’s most recent for THG (IVE MEANT TO COMMENT IM SO SORRY)? I don’t think I’ve read anything since

Last book/fic abandoned: I don’t think I have one? At least not off the top of my head. Maybe a father-daughter one that had sketchy undertones

Currently reading: I have like four or five Star Wars books right next to my bed that I want to start soon, so one of them will be (soon)

Last thing researched for art/writing/hyperfixation: I’m sure it was something related to woodwork as I’ve been really getting into that recently! I want to make so many things

Favorite online fandom memory: that’s tough. There’s so many. First day on here after the tlou pilot was a lot of fun. Meg and I’s complete fail at thinking the winter hug was actually two and people actually believing us 💀 A lot of the interactions with the core wolfpack lovers on here were so fun. I’ve also had interactions and conversations with big Instagram editors + followings that I’ve really enjoyed, too

Favorite old fandom you wish would drag you back in/have a resurgence: ooh Travelers probably. Or Arrow. Or Agents of Shield. Or Dark Matter—it was cancelled, but I really enjoyed that show 😭 it got cancelled on the worst note too. I remember finishing the last episode and writing down every unanswered thing and I came to like… 13 things. I was so upset 💀 still an enjoyable sci-fi show and a really sweet father-daughter / big brother-little sister coded relationship that I still think about!

Favorite thing you enjoy that never had an active or big “fandom” but you wish it did: PROSPECT!! We’re so small (please join please watch the movie I’m begging you please it’s such a good time and there’s so many good Ezra & cee fics you’re missing out on and a whole WORLD that’s so fun to explore). And, again, Travelers and Dark Matter

Tempting project you’re trying to rein in/don’t have time for: Tlou amnesia fic, prospect snuffing fic (there’s two. maybe.) Other sad tlou fic. Haymitch and Katniss fic that I’d write if I’d actually watch the movies and understand them to the fullest degree instead of going in guns blazing as the Rot, led only gifs alone, leads me

tags for my loves: @outer-edges @blooming-gwens @dilf-din

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blissfullybloomed · 1 year ago

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Happy November 1st 2023!

It's been 30 days since my last blog post and we have updates. Before we get to those updates- How are y’all? Y’all doing alright? Did you have a good Halloween? I actually went trick or treating twice this year! Hopefully you got to dress up and be a kid again for a little while, or walk around with your nieces or nephews. It's the time spent that actually counts. First snow of the year, on Halloween, in the streets of Columbus, in the land of Hocus Pocus it started to feel like a scene out of a movie. Streets were lined with trees of red, yellow, and orange leaves. Snow falling, hot chocolate steaming off the disposable coffee cups, costumes of t-rex and Garfield running through the streets. It was bliss for a few snowflake moments. Life is still really good. I'm happy.

So, let's get to the updates.

Passed the MBLEx(Massage and Bodywork Licensure Examination)

Quit the Chiropractor Office for Full Time at Hand and Stone

Went to a Motionless In White Concert with my man - super dope!

Trick or Treated with my family for the first time since I was a child- the dopest!

Went to Circleville Pumpkin Show- Big pumpkins and hella pumpkin food!

Went to the Renaissance Festival - Where has that been all my life? - The best!

Met the boyfriend's father- he's cool as a cucumber, and we watched EDM videos together on Youtube! He's a big softy. I totally see where my man gets his empathetic nature.

Whew! October was loaded! Super excited for November!

November is going to be a special month for me this year. It's the first year I've spent Thanksgiving with my family in a very long time. Shoot, typically, it's the Macy Thanksgiving Day Parade, the WestMinster Dog Show , and Cracker Barrel delivery solo with Chunk and Chee. This year…I get everything. I get my sisters, niece and nephews, sister in law, brother in law, family friends, and my boyfriend all under one roof. Sharing a meal together, going around the table telling each other what you're thankful for- Yeah, this year…it's gonna be incredible.

It's crazy to think how fast this year is wrapping up. Makes you really reflect on what you've accomplished, and what you have yet to accomplish. Take stock today. Figure out where you are with those goals we established a few months ago. How do you close out today- this week, this month, this year so that it's a success? Just because it's the end of the year…we ain't done yet. Keep moving on your diets(which by now are lifestyle habits), your financial goals, your relationship goals, your professional goals…all of them…you're not done yet!

We have risen like phoenixs this year. We have recreated who we are. We have clawed our way out of the pit. We have transformed.

We have bloomed.

I love you guys! Here's to the next 30 days! Kill it out there!

"Beauty in the red stone and the blue waters, the light guides the way." - Thankyou Sheboygan, Wisconsin. *Victoria Bloom*

#sheboygan #lighthouse #thankful #november

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7_13_23

Not sure exactly what to say. I really miss my mom. The interesting thing I love and allows me to feel somewhat 'okay' is speaking about her as if she still is living. I know it can be uncomfortable for others, because what do you say to someone who is mourning. I appreciate those who allow me that space. I appreciate my one friend who reaches out every month checking to see if I'm okay. It's about to be seven months, every day it really feels unreal. She visits me a lot in my dreams, I guess. I think that emotionally makes it even worse. We went to Costco together and it was bittersweet until the end. I feel like people think because its been months that you are okay. I am grateful for my friends that don't feel no way about my absence. When I just need a moment, whether that's days or weeks. I sometimes feel bad that I can't give what I would normally give. That I can't support the way I use to. My heart really has a hole in it. I am already thinking ahead about Thanksgiving and Christmas. Trying to figure out how I will survive it. I asked my best friend if I could possibly come to her and her girlfriend's family house. My sister will be in town so I am unsure of the arrangements. I never knew what loneliness felt like until now. I understand when my sister does what she does to not be sucked in by the silence and the darkness.

My friend from New Orleans called early morning and honestly I didn't mind it. She always calls when I disappear for too long. I enjoy the early morning texts, the calls in general, it warms the soul to be honest, no matter who it comes from. I told my other best friend, I dislike my life its very routine. Waking up everyday same time, doing the same thing with no type of human interaction is detrimental. Humans are dysfunctional to me, but are needed. Humans lack a lot of emotions due to trauma, but I don't mind it. I think parts of me wants to get out and scream. Parts of me wants to meet new people and parts of me don't. I am always blamed for so much that isn't even my fault and that makes me want to void human life. I have missed calls that I need to actually callback, but it stresses me out to even be on the phone. I want to get back on social media, but I always have to explain myself and knowingly I don't owe anyone anything, it still feels like I do. I have canceled plans with people, because I become overwhelmed and I don't understand where it comes from. I still feel numb I guess? Maybe I've healed so much that I am broken now? That questions still remains the same. I reopened a website to try to join groups of individuals that are likeminded. They have this whole retreat for lesbians around Labor Day for less than $500. Black women who love women. At this point, I am like this is what I need a moment to get away, but then I don't trust anyone watching my brother, so I feel trapped. It's doable I suppose. I do have my fellow Capricorn who literally would help me out. I love us. Always down to assist. It's a thought. I mean what am I going to do on Labor Day weekend? I checked the calendar and I know my work is already closed and filled.

I definitely don't like latching on to people just because of loneliness and being sad, that's more harm than good in my eyes. I do appreciate my friend inviting me over for taco Tuesday a couple of weeks ago, just because, she lost her dad and she knows what it is like. Same with my other friend down the street losing her mother, always inviting me for some wine and food. To be honest I love that. Checking in and inviting you to their home, people don't realize how smalls gestures and thoughts carry in someone's life. Thankful they don't have their DND on all day, unlike a fake friend I had. Same with my best friend girlfriend inviting me over just for movie night. They understand being in this house is traumatizing. Bringing me into their space with all the positive energies is different. I just started crying ....I am grateful for them. I know my sister barely knows anyone out there except one and doesn't like staying at her place. it's still fresh wounds. I honestly hate living here. Lol, every time I come home I look at the front and just scream inside. I am grateful for my mom making sure her children were straight. I have a whole house. Lol, and a car basically for free. Lol, the sarcasm to keep from crying. Tomorrow is Friday thank God, hopefully I can get out and about. I really want to go visit mom, but I don't want to go alone. I have my brother but it still feels alone. I feel like I want to go and start digging, Lol, because this is some sort of dimensional that has been distorted and it's a dream that I am living, but the dreams are actually reality. Imagine having a conversation with someone who mind is small, about the abstracts of reality. Phew... scary.

I am a late night conversationalist. I speak of things that would question your subconscious. Make you question so many things. I enjoy in depth conversations, because it shows how far a human mind can go. Nothing has to make sense in those conversations and I love that. It's like being excited about random shit that has been floating in your mind and saying it without being judged. That's who I am. I do want to go back to social media but for some reason it stresses me out. I think it actually creates toxins in the mind. It's drama and chaos and I don't have that in my life so I am unable to relate. Maybe I will stick to Snapchat and Twitter? As soon as people wake up, they grab their phones. I actually text everyone Goodmorning... That's actually a great discussion to have among those that don't crave social media. Everyone who does that are like distorted humans that can't function. If I posted this on Snapchat I would start a riot. Some people post on social media and that's great, others get on there and become robotic and scroll and scroll. When I did get on there after acknowledging actually humans I know, I'd scroll for less a minute than get off, then everyone sends me posts and it felt overwhelming, because it was DMs after DMs and videos after videos and I felt overloaded. I'd real life stress about opening a DM and there were over 10 videos. It's too much, I'd reply to a DM then pray they don't respond, because I'd have to respond. It's mentally painful.

Speaking of social media caused me to panic and wanting to disappear again It's real life toxic. But bless the devious souls who are able to stand it. Maybe I should start to go on retreats? I love nature and have been in it a couple of times to admire its beauty without the toxins of cellular transmitting. I think a part of me is like, okay, if I go on this black queer women's retreat, the compliments of "you look younger" has got to stop. That also makes me not want to go, I appreciate it, but it be annoying in reality. They have a queer cruise too. I need to figure out what is happening to my outgoing personality. It's like I want to go outside and be with the humans, but I also want to be a hermit crab. There are some LGBTQ outings coming up, I just have to stop making excuses for why I can not. And why I should. And maybe meeting new people, I will impact their life, bringing something that they needed. I also need to help the homeless like I did previously.

To end this post; unfamiliar numbers call as well as private. I can only think of two people at this time. I don't even have the energy or curiosity to know what they want. Yall all of a sudden want to be with me huh, Lol. Why people set themselves up for failure will always be a mystery to me. If I did a podcast I'd provide some sort of insight to be a better person for yourself and your future partner. We all have flaws, because well humans are trial and errors of the world, but they don't define a person's identity. I remember giving this chick advice on bettering herself for some girl she liked, then in the process had the audacity to have a crush on me, like no ma'am stay focused. Spirituality has done a lot for me and that would be my focus. Manifesting and really having intentions gets you what you desire. See humans, desire things on the ideals of trauma and hurt and not on the ideals of healed and ready. Lol, I just be saying shit that feels like butter. But on the real, it's true. I come healed and ready and open to receiving. I don't hide things from the person I am dating. I've been hurt and cautious but also very open to receiving, see how I mentioned that twice. I hear people say, "i will never do that again..because of what happened last time." I understand that fully. Fear of receiving the same results and fear of feeling those don't feel good emotions, but that actually hinders you. But I guess that's what makes me a catch to some. Listen, I've been hurt and screwed over, but I am still going to show up with flowers randomly, write love notes, ask to see you, ask questions, etc., even though in the past I've been rejected or shit hit the fan when I did gestures. You know why, because the person I am dating is not the past and doesn't deserve someone else's pain. Might need to read that again. I won't express my emotions because of this and that. Honey, I've been rejected for expressing my emotions, but no one and nothing is going to stop me from still being who I am. I am on the wrong planet, right? Lol, wrong dimension, wrong universe, wrong vessel? So when I hear things, I think so ...I have to be punished for someone else's doing or even your own doing. And most people, get it, but by then Im uninterested. Hence the thirty day rule.

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whoreforbuckley · 3 years ago

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my best friend’s brother (is the one for me). | evan buckley

paring: fem!reader x evan buckley

requested: no

prompt: n/a

summary: reader has been seeing Buck in secret for a while, and Maddie and the 118 have no idea

rating: PG

warnings: fluffy content ahead. proceed with caution, brother / sister banter

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author’s note: i was listening to the victorious soundtrack and thought of this. it’s probably definitely been written before but i felt inspired

“It’s been months, Buck,” you tell him. “Don’t you think it’s time to tell your sister at least?”

Buck looks at you and says, “I don’t think she would be very happy to know that I’ve been seeing her best friend behind her back for the past few months.”

You groan in frustration, saying, “The longer we hide it, the more upset Maddie will be. Or, maybe she’ll even be happy for us. We won’t know though unless we tell her.”

Your boyfriend of eight months blinks at you. He’s quiet. Too quiet. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Buck be this quiet for this long. It’s like he’s contemplating something. Maybe he’s contemplating your proposition. You stand in front of him in your apartment.

After a few years of silence, Buck sighs in defeat. “You won’t let this go until we tell her, will you?” he asks.

“Nope,” you say, popping the ‘P’. “It’s either we tell or I tell her. Either way, she’s finding out. Whether it’s from just me or both of us, she’ll know by the end of the week.”

Buck smiles at you and says, “Okay, but if she’s upset then you can’t blame me because you’re the only that wanted to tell her in the first place.”

You smile back at Buck, saying, “Thank you.”

“Mhm,” he says, taking a few steps toward you. “In the meantime, can we please watch something other than the news? Maybe a movie?”

With a hint of excitement in your voice, you ask, “Can we please watch The Karate Kid on Netflix?”

Buck presses a kiss to your forehead and says, “Whatever you’d like to watch.”

You get excited when Buck doesn’t automatically say no to your choice of movie. You make popcorn and put it in a bowl. The bowl sits on Buck’s stomach while you lay snuggled into his side with one of his arms around you. Both of you snack on the popcorn while watching the movie.

******

Three days later, it’s ‘Friendsgiving’. Friendsgiving for the 118 is celebrated the weekend before Thanksgiving. The station gets together with their closest friends and family and hold their own little ‘mini’ Thanksgiving.

That’s when you and Buck have decided to go public with your relationship. He asked you to come to the fire house for dinner, but Maddie also asked you to come. You said yes to both invitations.

Deciding to look casual, but with a little bit of flare, you wear a leopard pint tube top and pair that with a leather skirt. You wear a pair of black heels to compliment the dark outfit. You wear the leather jacket Buck owns but let you borrow. Your hair goes up in a ponytail on top of your head and you do a natural makeup look, just covering some blemishes and pimples that dot your face. There’s a knock at your apartment door and you go to answer it.

On the other side of the door stands Buck. He’s in a white v-neck t-shirt and black jeans with sneakers. You notice he’s wearing the silver chain you got him for his birthday a few months ago. “I feel underdressed,” Buck admits, looking you up and down.

“Hush,” you tell him. “You look very handsome. That shirt hugs you in all the right places.” You didn’t lie. It shows off his muscles, and you love his muscles. Perks of dating a firefighter.

Buck laughs and you see his cheeks get a little red. “Ready to go?” he asks. “My car is waiting downstairs for us.”

You nod, grabbing your cellphone, wallet, and keys. You lock the door before taking Buck’s hand and taking the elevator down to the first floor.

In the car, you can’t help but notice how tense Buck is. You say, “It’s not like you’re introducing me to your sister for the first time. Or the 118, for that matter. Relax, Buck.”

He makes a turn and says, “I’m telling all my closest friends at the same time that I’m in a relationship, and that I’ve been in a relationship for almost nine months. I don’t know if they’re going to be thrilled or upset that I didn’t tell them. Especially Eddie and Maddie.”

“They already love me,” you say as Buck pulls into a parking spot near the 118. “I’m sure they’ll be happy for you since they are your closest friends, Buck.”

Both of you get out of the car and head into the fire house. Eddie and Christopher are the first ones to greet you and Buck. “Buck!” Christopher says. “Y/N! You came.”

Buck crouches down and gives Christopher a hug. “We wouldn’t miss Friendsgiving with you, Christopher.”

Eddie looks at you with raised eyebrows. His eyes ask the question that you’ve been avoiding for months. Are you and Buck together? Why did you show up together?

“Bobby made cake,” Christopher says before Eddie can get a word out. “He let me try the batter. It was good.”

Your boyfriend stands back up and says, “Well, I’ll have to take your word on it until I can try some.” Christopher laughs and walks off. Eddie shoots another look at you and Buck before following his son.

You look up at Buck and say, “Whenever you’re ready, Buckaroo.”

“Haha,” Buck says, faking a laugh.

Bobby yells, “Dinner is ready!” Everyone that was staggered around the house walks up the stairs to the table.

Maddie sits next to Chimney, Buck sits next to Maddie, and you sit next to Buck. May Grant sits next to you, Harry beside her, Athena beside him, and Bobby at the head of the table. Eddie and Christopher sit across from Athena and Harry. Hen, Karen, and Denny sit across from you, May, and Buck. Albert, Chimney’s brother, sits at the other end of the table across from Bobby.

Dinner starts quietly. Forks and knives clanging against the plates as everyone digs in. Then Eddie clears his throat and says, “So, Buck, how’s that woman that you’ve been seeing? Sad she couldn’t come to Friendsgiving with us.”

Maddie jumps into the conversation, saying, “Wait, my little brother is seeing someone? And I didn’t know about it?”

Buck looks panicked for a second before saying, “I have been seeing someone, and she’s okay, Eddie. Just busy today.”

Your best friend says, “I want to know more about this mystery woman you’ve been seeing, Evan. Tell us about her. When did you meet her?”

“I met her about a year ago,” Buck says. “Beginning of December, actually. I ran into her at the movie theater while she was about to see some movie for her birthday with her friends. Accidentally spilled her popcorn, so I brought her a new bag. She offered me a seat with her and her friends and it’s basically been me and her ever since.”

It takes everything in you not to look at Buck, pretending it’s none of your business. You dig into the stuffing.

Maddie says, “That’s cute. What’s her name?”

“I don’t think that we’re ready to, you know, come out as a couple yet,” Buck says. “She’s kind of shy.” That’s when you look at Buck, blinking at him. “Or maybe not?”

Your best friend laughs and says, “Well, Y/N has been telling me all about this guy she’s been dating for a few months. He sounds like he’s perfect for her, but she won’t tell me anything other than the fact that he’s a first responder and that she’s completely fallen for him.”

You choke on the water that you were sipping when Maddie was talking. You never told Buck that you’ve fallen in love with him. Neither of you have said the scary ‘L’ word to each other after almost nine months together.

Buck looks down at you and asks, “You said that?”

Hesitantly, you say, “I said that.”

A small smile lights up Buck’s face as he says, “Well, since we’re on this topic, I’d like to say that I’ve fallen for the woman I’ve been seeing recently. She’s like the perfect woman and she’s everything to me. I’ve been a pain in her ass recently but she means the world to me.”

You blink at Buck. He’s really confessing how he feels about you to everyone.

Chimney hops into the conversation and asks, “Then why is Y/N wearing your lucky leather jacket if you’ve fallen for a woman none of us have met?”

Both you and Buck look at each other before Buck says, “Because she’s my perfect woman.”

A smile paints your face and all movement stops at the table as Buck makes that five word announcement.

“You know, Buck,” you say. “You pick the weirdest times to make confessions.”

He shrugs and says, “I figured now was a good time to tell you how I felt about you since you already told my sister that you fell for me.”

Maddie’s jaw drops. “Hold up,” she says. “Hold the damn door. My brother and my best friend are dating? When did this happen and why?”

“I don’t think you wanna know why, Maddie,” Buck says. “As for when, almost nine months ago.”

Eddie says, “I didn’t think you’d wait forever to tell everyone. I figured it out four months ago when I saw Y/N’s clothes on Buck’s bedroom floor.”

Almost everyone at the table laughs and you say, “Yeah, that wasn’t my best moment.”

Maddie says, “You’ve been dating my brother for almost a year and that wasn’t your best moment? I mean, when were you going to tell me you’ve been seeing, and sleeping with, my brother? You’re my best friend, Y/N. Why would you hide something like this from me?”

Reality slaps you across the face and you say, “We didn’t think you’d approve, Maddie.”

“Nine months,” she mumbles to herself. “I mean, the way you’ve talked about him to me means he’s been treating you right. Buck somehow hasn’t managed to screw up your relationship with him yet so I guess I approve. It doesn’t mean I’m happy that you lied to me and kept this from me.”

Buck looks at his sister. “We never lied to you, Maddie,” he says. “We’ve just been withholding information.”

Eddie says, “Well, Buck’s definitely changed since he and Y/N started dating. As Buck’s best friend, I approve too.”

Most of the people at the table laugh and move on to the next conversation. You look up at your boyfriend and say, “That wasn’t the worst thing ever, was it?”

“Well, it could’ve been,” he sighs. “But I guess you’re right. We’ll celebrate later.” Buck sends you a little wink so you get the hint. Your cheeks heat up and your boyfriend presses a lingering kiss to your cheek.

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personinthepalace · 5 years ago

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My favorite (and ONLY) Broadway OTP: Elle Woods and Emmett Forrest

Played by Laura Bell Bundy and Christian Borle, respectively

“No one’s called me ‘butthead’ since the third grade.” “Maybe not to your face.”

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jatphatones · 4 years ago

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Beanhead Gets Busted | One Shot (Alive!Luke Patterson x Reader)

Gif credit to @lukefromsunsetcurve

Beanhead Gets Busted | One Shot (Alive!Luke Patterson x Reader)

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving Weekend! I got these two requests a while ago, but because of my test and spending time with my family for thanksgiving, I’ve decided to combine the requests. Basically, modern day Alex’s step-sister has a chill night with a shirtless Luke and then they wake up together. I hope you enjoy it and I hope y’all have a good weekend!

Word count: 4k

Warnings: swearing, typos

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“Either you sit by the window or move your big head because I cannot see out the back window, Lucas!”

“You just don’t wanna get distracted by my pretty face,” Luke shoots back with a smirk, before following my demands and sitting behind the driver seat.

“You caught me, beanhead.” I say, reaching back and pushing his beanie down to his eyes, a habit of mine. I turn back to the steering wheel and start pulling out of the driveway.

“Tone it down children.” Alex comments while settling into the passenger seat. He tries not to think about his step-sister and best friend flirting, knowing that it’s nothing more than harmless teasing.

As soon as rehearsals finished, Alex hurried Luke and me into the car. Knowing that it was probably because he’s always hungry and wanted some of Mom’s leftovers, I don’t question it and start driving. As we made our way home, Luke and Alex jam out to the radio, sharing criticism or praise at the current artist playing. I couldn’t help laughing along at my step-brother’s hilarious feedback as we turn into our driveway. When Luke readjusts his beanie for the billionth time as he steps out of the car, I chuckle to myself.

Right when my dad married Alex’s mom, Alex introduced me to his band. We all became close quickly, making this new chapter in life a little bit easier to experience. Julie and Flynn were especially a great help, becoming my confidants and best friends. There was no one else I’d rather gossip, watch movies, or laugh with than those girlies.

But sometimes, their teasing could be a little much, especially when it came to the lead guitarist. As soon as I started calling Luke ‘beanhead’ after noticing his constant beanie-wearing state, they would question my thoughts about him. They weren’t unfounded though. As Luke holds the front door for me and sends me a smile, it was no brainer that I wished our constant flirtatious comments could be more.

“Is it alright if I make myself some food? I’m starving.” Luke asks as we settle into our home.

“Yeah go help yourself.” Alex rushes out before heading upstairs.

“Do y’all want something?” Luke follows up. We hear a loud no thanks from Alex before a bang from his bedroom door closing.

“I’m good thanks. You know where everything is!” I respond with a polite smile. “I’m gonna go wash up.”

I follow Alex upstairs and head to my room, immediately changing into more comfortable clothes. As soon as I fix my outfit, Alex knocks on my doorway and leans against it. He had changed into a more fashionable outfit rather than a comfy one. I could smell his newly applied cologne from where I was standing.

“So since Mom and Dad are away for the weekend for their anniversary, I’m gonna stay over at Willie’s.”

“What does them being gone have to do with you going to Willie?” Mom and Dad never had a problem with Alex going over to his boyfriends especially since they loved the skater so much. Obviously, it was Willie’s beautiful hair and sweetness that won them over.

“Nothing. I’m just telling you that, so you better not throw any parties since no one is here to make sure you don’t fuck anything up,” Alex warns me. I roll my eyes at his threat.

“You just don’t wanna get fomo, loser,” I shoot back, calling him out.

“You know it!” He points a finger gun at me, demonstrating how much of a loser he is. “I’m going to be back early tomorrow morning to help set up breakfast for the guys.”

“Why are the guys coming over?” I ask as I pull out my homework and set it on my desk.

“Our house is the closest to tomorrow’s gig so we’re just gonna carpool from here.” I let out a noise of understanding. “Okay, again dont fuck up anything. I’ll see you tomorrow morning!”

“Night, Noodle!” I yell after him as he leaves my room.

“Night, Squirt!” He yells back.

I settle down at my desk and start glancing over my work, dreading it. I hear a muffled goodbye between Luke and Alex before hearing the garage door open. Right after Alex’s car pulls out, there was barely any noise around the house.

I got through a good portion of highlighting my notes when I notice that a significant amount of time has passed without Luke coming to talk to me. I strain my ears only to hear nothing. Has Luke even gone to the shower yet or is he still eating downstairs? He probably’s showering...

I shake my head, not letting myself going down that sink hole of thoughts. I don’t need to think about Luke showering again. Speak of the devil.

“Hey, so I was thinking we can work on homework together? I don’t have time to do it this weekend, so I really gotta get it done now...”

I didn’t hear anything past “hey” as the sight that greeted me hit me like a semi truck. Luke definitely finished showering as far as the wet hair and lack of shirt was anything to go by. Now I pride myself in my composure, but this guy - this guy makes me short circuit without any effort. All I remember thinking is he didn’t have to be that fit right? Like playing guitar in a band can be hard work but damn. For real? But again, I take pride in my composure.

“Shirt, bro?” I ask, ignoring his question. I roll my eyes to show my annoyance...but to also hide my wandering eyes. Futile attempt, but I couldn’t help my eyes glancing...

Respectfully.

“Shirts block the view, doesn’t it?”

“What view?” We both know we’re bullshitting right now, but just having fun. He’s not cocky about his physique, but he’s proud of the work he’s put in. And I was too...I’m thinking way too much about his abs.

Respectfully.

“Anyways, yeah we can do homework together. God knows you need help.”

Luke scoffs, but doesn’t defend himself because it’s a little true.

He lays out across my bed, with his notebook right under his head at the foot of the bed. I turn around and look through my phone, before choosing our typical playlist. We’ve worked together enough times to have our own curated study playlist. When the first songs plays out, we both unknowingly smile. The playlist was a silent reminder of how close and comfortable we are with each other. I remember making this playlist - the amount of laughter when he wanted to keep adding ridiculous songs was a pleasant memory.

We both work diligently for half an hour, enjoying the music while working on separate things. My focus is disrupted when Luke speaks up.

“Have you done this homework yet?” He nibbles on the end of his pencil as he stares down at the chemistry symbols on the textbook.

“Yeah, I did it the day it was assigned,” I say.

“Love how studious you are,” Luke says with a mocking tone and a hint of sincerity.

“One of my best qualities,” I chime with a hair toss for flair. He rolls his eyes before beckoning me over.

I place one knee on my bed and lean over to see his notebook that he scooted over to me. I look over his work, furrowing my eyebrows.

“For a songwriter, your handwriting is awful Lucas.”

“That doesn’t help me finish my homework.”

“I’m just saying. Anyways...” I begin to help him.

Once I explain the problem, he nods in understanding and quickly writes out what I said. Without him knowing, I take a second to admire the furrow in his eyebrows as he bites his lip in concentration. When he confirms his understanding again, I leave the bed and get back to my own work. Not even 5 minutes later, Luke ask for help again.

“I thought you understood it, beanhead?”

“Maybe you can go over it one more time?” He pouts and I can’t say no.

Taking the same position, I rest my arm on his bare shoulder. It was totally because I wanted to be more comfortable and not because I wanted to feel his back flex under my arm. Nope. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I try not let the skin on skin contact distract me from helping him again.

“Got it?” He nods at my encouraging smile and goes back to work, erasing his mistake and fixing it.

I sat at my desk for 15 more minutes before Luke asks for help again.

“I know you’re actually a smart guy Lucas, so why aren’t you getting it?” I genuinely ask, confusion on my face.

“I might be a little distracted.” He playfully looks me up and down, laughter in his voice.

“Distracted doesn’t help you get good grades dumbass.” I scoff. I come over with my own homework this time and mimic his position, laying right down next to him.

Luke wasn’t lying - he could actually afford to get distracted. He understood the material after you helped him the first time, but it didn’t hurt to ask for help again, especially when he had the chance to shorten the distance between you too.

You slap your notebook down on the bed with a sigh before turning your head. He’s crossed his arms in front of him and rested his head on them, just admiring you.

“Okay so this is what the question is asking,” I try not to get nervous under his stare, “Do you get what I’m saying now?”

He nods and goes back to work. I watch him fix his problem and do the next one, making sure he truly gets it. After he reaffirms that he understands it, I go back to my work...or at least try to. I’m hyper aware of him shifting around, the heat radiating from his bare torso becoming a slight distraction.

Luke is hyper-aware too. He knows your study quirks. He know that when you checks your phone for the third time in the past 5 minutes that your done working for the night. He smirks to himself when he notices you close your textbook soon after his observation. He silently cheers when you choose to stay next to him as you scroll through your phone. He’s also aware that you keep glancing over to him and when he tries to catch your eyes, they flit to his notebook. He figures you were checking over his work, but he hoped for different reason.

After a few more minutes of scrolling through my phone and sending quick glances over to Luke, I see a new addition on the page he was working on.

Take a picture it’ll last longer

“You’re so lame.” I retort, “I was checking to make sure you understood the work,” I explain.

“But I’m not wrong,” he teases back, nibbling on his pencil again.

“Whatever,” I say, too lazy to fight back. I return to mindlessly scrolling, yawning while trying to stay awake in hopes that Luke will finish his homework soon.

“You staying over tonight?” I ask randomly

“Yeah, it’s getting late and I might as well if I’m gonna be back here in the morning anyways.” He brushes off a few eraser scrapings.

“Cool, you know Alex’s bed is available.” I nudge his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, once I finish this up, I’ll get out of here.”

“Whatever you want to do is fine.”

I continue to scroll through my phone, humming along to the familiar songs. I lay on my side and face Luke, waiting for him to ask for help if he needed it.

Luke, having only a few more questions left, busts them out as fast as he could. Once he finishes, he turns over to ask you to look over his answers, but he’s met with you sleeping, phone fallen out of hands. He didn’t even notice that your humming had turned into deep breaths. Luke wanted reach out and smooth the furrow in your eyebrows, but refrained from doing so in fear of waking you up.

He takes your phone, gets up to plug it in and leaves it on your night stand, not before setting your alarms. Why you set alarms on the weekend, he’ll never know. Luke grabs the green blanket from the basket sitting in front of your bed and lays it out over you. He almost lets out an “awww” as you instantly curl up under the blanket and snuggle into it. As much as he wants to watch (respectfully), he knows he has to get his work done. He has one more assignment before he can go to sleep.

When Luke finishes his last piece of work, he’s shocked to know that it’s midnight. He wanted to rest his eyes for a little bit before leaving because he’s just damn comfortable laying in your bed. Just rest his eyes for a little bit...

I flinch awake as my alarm rings from somewhere behind me. I notice that the morning sunlight getting lost to my lit lamps. I must’ve fallen asleep before I could turn them off. When I turn over to turn off my blaring alarm, I see it plugged in to the charger a few feet away from me. Maybe I really did fall asleep on accident since I’m laying down opposite of my night desk. But who plugged in my phone? Or put this blanket on me?

I try to sit up and reach for my phone, but something stops me. A sense of panic rises from me when the blanket falls down my torso and an arm rests on my waist. I quickly reach for my phone and switch off my alarm before turning back to the arm’s owner.

I almost couldn’t see his face. Luke was laying on his stomach, head tucked into his shoulder and thick brown hair all over the place. I lay back down to get a better look and pull my blanket over shoulders. Trying to get warmer, I snuggle into the blanket. I freeze when my movements causes Luke’s arm to tighten on my waist, feeling his grip become more firm around my hips. He follows his arm and slightly moves forward, resting his leg almost on top of mine. My heart has been racing since I realized that I woke up next to a shirtless Luke and it hasn’t stopped.

Our days and days of flirty teasing has never gotten to this point. It was always harmless, never anything of substance. The teasing never gave away my crush - I think. But, then again, it’s a two way street. He could’ve easily not played along whenever we went back and forth and yet he always dished it out so flawlessly. And as much as I wanted to blame it on his charming personality, my friends and I know that he never acts this way with friends or fans. That doesn’t completely erase my doubts that he feels the same way.

Ugh - feelings...why do we have them.

Before I spiral deeper, my alarm goes off a again.

“Shit.” I say under my breath, quickly trying to maneuver myself under his grip. I reach over to my night table again and turn off my second alarm. I quickly lay back down and hope that I didn’t wake the guitarist up.

“Good morning,” a deep, raspy voice rings out. I sigh from guilt as I peer up at the boy, my hands curled into my chest.

“Good morning,” I whisper. My mouth quirks up at the slow opening of his eyes before he scrunches up his nose in a yawn. “I’m sorry if my alarm woke you up.”

“Oh I thought you meant to wake me up,” another yawn breaks up his sentence, “You were running your hand up and down my arm. Why’d you stop?”

I blush and internally scold myself. I must’ve been doing that subconsciously while I was thinking about him before my alarm went off.

He’s probably still in a dreamy state because he lifts his arm from my waist, grabs my hand, places it back on his forearm before resuming his position. My heart skips a beat at his sluggish yet forward gesture. I continue lightly running my hand up and down his arm, consciously this time.

“You fell asleep on me last night,” Luke’s raspy voice breaks the quiet peace that fell over us. He brings out his hand from under his head and moves a strand hair out of my face. I wonder if he was just as nervous as I am from this new intimacy between us.

“Well, you literally almost slept on me beanhead,” I retort, squeezing his arm and nudging his calf with a smirk.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” I admit quietly, a little bashful of my confession. He sends me a sleepy smile and squeezes my hip.

And with Luke’s raspy voice and his limbs tangled with mine, it wasn’t hard to imagine waking up like this with him. It almost made me think that maybe my feelings, however jumbled they are, might just be somewhat reciprocated. My breath hitches when I see his sleepy eyes glance down at my lips before he slowly starts to lean closer to me. Okay, maybe definitely reciprocated feelings.

Just as his lips are about to brush my own, another fucking alarm goes off.

I let out a huff before I start to turn. Luke grips my waist, anchoring me in my position. He releases me and reaches over for my phone. I didn’t know whether the heat of the blanket or the heat rising within me that was making me sweat. I’d rather debate that conflict than focus on his shirtless torso just chilling right over me as he opens my phone and turns off my alarms.

“Why didn’t you turn off your alarms the first time?” He grumbles.

“I thought I did!” I defend myself, glad that I have an argument to focus on instead of his abs grazing over my stomach.

“And why do you always have like 9 alarms on here, Y/N?”

“I’m not a morning person, what can I say?” I scoff while he settles back down. He’s closer to me than he was before, his face mere inches from mine.

“Well, if we start ending up like this, then we might have to compromise.” He sends another smile, more awake this time.

I found the morning sunlight again when I see it reflect on to Luke’s eyes. From this distance, I could see that his eyes a pale green. I wonder if his eyes are always pale green in the morning. And by the implications from his statement, I might just figure that out.

Luke almost prided himself for saying something as clever as he did, especially in the morning. He was already in a daze from waking up in a place other than his own bed, but to see Y/N right away? His thoughts melted into fragments. He didn’t expect his heart to skip so early in the morning but when you comfortingly rubbed your hand up and down his arm, he welcomed it very quickly. Feeling your hand almost graze his bare stomach sent a shiver down his spine. When you noticed it, you quickly pull the blanket up to his shoulders because you thought he was cold and he just about died.

When you are satisfied with the blanket, your eyes drift to his lips. Not moving your hand back to its previous place, you keep it on his shoulder. Luke only hopes that the clamminess starting to build up in his hand doesn’t distract you as he starts to lean in.

“You have morning breath,” I whisper, hoping that my teasing tone masks my nerves.

“So do you, now come here.” He mutters back before meeting my lips.

I have to admit, I’ve thought about this before. Maybe he would run up after a show and pick me up, channeling the adrenaline into a kiss. Or maybe during one of our instances of hanging out alone or maybe when I trip and he catches me (fairytales are dangerously fun okay). But this - this beat all the fantasies. Because with the morning breaths and a sort of laziness in effort, I felt almost refreshed and revitalized. Like my day didn’t start with the break of sunlight but rather with his kiss. I pull away, unable to hold back the grin growing on my face.

“I guess I can change up my alarms,” I sigh, my lips tingling.

“Oh yeah? Did that kiss have to do anything with your changing your mind?” He rubs circles on my hips while glancing down at my lips.

“Maybe,” I whisper, leaning back in for another kiss.

“Mhm,” he mutters, showing that he wasn’t convinced before following me lead.

Our lips meet again, a little more alert this time. He becomes just a tad bit more aggressive, sucking on my bottom lip before releasing it. His grip becomes tighter on my hip, as I reciprocate his actions. I swipe at his bottom lip, making him smirk.

The suspended moment that we found ourselves in is easily broken by a certain bassist barging into my room. Luke and I break apart quickly at the intrusion. I quickly sit up while Luke turns on his stomach and props himself up on his elbows. Reggie’s eyes were wide as he looks back and forth between our my bed-ridden hair and Luke’s shirtless torso. Nothing looked good, especially with our matching puffy lips.

“Uh....” Reggie trailed off, not believing what his eyes are seeing.

“REGGIE! Why are you here!?” I yell at him, trying to focus on excuses instead of my rising blush.

“I’m here for breakfast! No one was downstairs so I wanted to check up on you!”

“And so you burst into her room without knocking?” Luke asks, before pushing off his elbows and rolling off the bed.

“I thought Y/N would be sleeping and wanted to scare her! Clearly she was not sleeping,” Reggie yells as his initial shock still hovers around him. “Where’s Alex!?”

“At Willie’s!” I answer, annoyance evident in my voice. I remove the blanket and roll off my bed too, grabbing a sweatshirt from my floor.

I was about to yell at him again, when we hear a car in the driveway. I feel panic start to rise in my throat as I hopelessly hope that it was Julie’s car. After fitting my head through the sweater hole, I peer out and see the familiar beat up Toyota parking in its usual spot. Reggie, Luke, and I all freeze and glance at one another for a second before Reggie bolts out of my room.

“Reggie wait!” I yell after him. Luke and I both know that Reggie was itching to tell Alex what he saw, regardless of the consequences. I saw my life flash before my eyes as I imagine Reggie telling Alex that he found his best friend and step-sister getting it on on her bed.

“Okay, you go put on a shirt from Alex’s room and I’ll catch Reggie,” I rush out, pushing Luke out of my room. I see him nod his head as we fast walk down the hallway.

Luke turns around and grabs my sweater paws. He pulls me in with them and plants a quick but tender kiss on my lips, knocking the wind out of me.

“We’ll talk about this later, right?” He asks, grabbing my hands through my sweater. I nod quickly with a bright smile which he then mirrors.

He places another kiss on my lips before turning back around and walking to Alex’s room. I take a second to admire his back muscles and realize that I’m now allowed to admire shamelessly. I let out a dreamy sigh, before running down the stairs.

“REGGIE!!”

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A/N: I hope this was alright for the requests! I’ve been a little bit scatterbrained over these few weeks so I’ve tried to work on this in the little pockets of time I had. Again, I hope you all have a good weekend! - Titi xx

Taglist: @aunicornmademedoit @phantoms-julie @kinda-really-lost @pixiethefirecat7 @lolychu

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theselfshippingwitch · 2 years ago

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Home for The Holidays (Ray x Violet)

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 1113

Includes: fluff, gift exchanges, lots and lots of sweets

Summary: As the Ghostbusters take Christmas off, Ray goes to visit with Violet's family

Notes: I just need you all to know that Ray spent Christmas with his girlfriend's family and they all love him and how happy he makes her

“Hi, This is Dr. Peter Venkman. You’ve reached the Ghostbusters, and we’re currently on Christmas Vacation. If you’ve got a ghost problem, leave us a message and we’ll get back to you on the 26th. If it’s an emergency, you can do the same thing. If it’s an end-of-the-world and all humanity level event, we may consider taking the job, but do be warned we will quadruple our prices, and ask to be paid in full up front. Thank you, and Merry Christmas!”

“So, what’s the plan?”

Ray had left his and Violet’s house as soon as the work day was done. He and all the other Ghostbusters had had a collective holiday celebration dinner and gift exchange the night before, seeing as all of them had plans for the actual day.

“Well, tomorrow we drive down to my parents’ house, and we can spend the night in my old room there, and then the day after that is Christmas, and then the day after THAT we visit my grandmother. You remember her? You seemed to get along really well with her boyfriend at Thanksgiving.”

“Yeah! The guy who used to have a sailboat! He had some great stories.”

“But…” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “We have tonight for just us two.” They both giggled as he leaned in and kissed her. He wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Alright then…” He said softly. “How about you and me, the old record player, a fire going in the fireplace?”

“Hmm…” She buried her face in the crook of his neck. “Sounds perfect.”

They woke up the next morning, limbs tangled up in each other, hair messy. “Wake up, handsome.” She kissed his bare chest. “We’ve got a long drive.”

They take an hours-long drive in Ray’s vintage truck (an early Christmas gift from Violet which Ray absolutely delighted in fixing up and getting into working order) and suddenly they’re in Massachusetts, baking chocolate chip cookies. “Mom always makes too much food. I’m pretty sure after we’re done baking these cookies, we’ll have five different types of cookies in this house. Plus the ones my sister-in-law will definitely bring. Just, be prepared to be eating cookies for the next three weeks, at least.”

That night, Ray listened amusedly as Violet and her parents reminisced about Christmases past. “...And your brothers would set up their new train sets and you would sit in the middle and just watch as the train went round and round, and God forbid if you touched the train, they’d scream at you, ‘VIOLET!’...”

Violet laughed, and Ray nudged her. “Kinda sounds like Slimer and Peter.” She snickered.

That night, they all watched her mother’s favorite Christmas movie, then Ray and Violet retired to bed in Violet’s old bedroom, where they rearranged all the stuffed animals so they could both fit on the full size bed.

The next morning, both woke up early, even though they had been told that gift exchanges and Christmas dinner would not happen until that afternoon.Still, the two sat alone in front of the Christmas tree as the sun rose and Violet’s parents were still asleep in their beds. Ray handed Violet an black velvet box about the size of her hand. Inside was a purple crystal heart necklace. “Oh, Ray, honey, it’s beautiful!” She took it out of the box and handed it to him to put it on her. She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up as his warm fingers brushed her skin gently as he fastened the necklace. “You like it?” he asked nervously from behind her. “I know you wear a lot more expensive jewelry all the time for your photoshoots and con appearances and stuff, but I just wanted to save up and buy you something to make you feel as beautiful as you always are to me.”

“Sweetie…” She turned around and kissed him. “I love it. It’s the most beautiful and special thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t think I’ll ever take it off. But, you don’t have to save up your money for me. Honey, the most important thing in the world to me is just you.”

He blushed like crazy, and she kissed his cheek. “Now, my present is… well, it’s over here.” She reached under the tree and grabbed a somewhat lumpy, squishy package. When Ray unwrapped it, he found a pink and black striped scarf. “I knitted it myself.” Violet admitted bashfully. “I thought you might like something homemade, but now I feel bad, because you spent so much money on my gift, and I really didn’t spend any on yours…”

“You made this all by yourself? For me?” He smiled fondly at the scarf before unfolding it and eagerly putting it around his neck.

“Yeah, I did.” She blushed.

He turned to her. “But you’ve been so busy lately! With the outline of your new novel, and the script revisions for the new movie they're gonna make based on your last book, where did you find the time?”

“Honey, I made time. It was important.”

He wrapped his arms around her. “No one has ever done anything like this for me in my whole life. Thank you.”

Violet smiled, hugging him back and smiling softly. “You’re welcome, Ray. I love you. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Violet. I love you, so much.”

The next day, Ray and Violet went with her parents to visit her grandmother, a white-haired old British woman, who reminded them that it was Boxing Day by pointing out the sweater covered with little gift boxes she was wearing - “It’s my Boxing Day sweater, see the boxes?” - and had even more cookies for them to eat. It was the first day that they had to get dressed up, and Ray’s usual outfit of a sweater vest, button-up shirt, and khakis (which for the holiday were red, maroon, and gray, respectively) was not dissimilar from the one Violet’s grandmother’s boyfriend wore. They spent the day in pleasant conversation, and after they left in the afternoon it was time for them to start the four hour drive back to Manhattan. Once they were back Ray stopped briefly at the house to drop Violet off before immediately returning to the firehouse.

“Thanks again for letting me take an extra day off, guys.” he told the others.

“Hey, don’t mention it.” Winston said. “We didn’t get that many calls over Christmas anyway, and you’ve got at least 100 days of vacation saved up after not taking any for the four years this company has existed. How was your holiday?”

Ray smiled fondly. “I think it’s the best one I’ve had in years.”

#ghostbusters #the real ghostbusters #ray stantz #self ship #selfship fic #self insert fic #ray x violet #you may be thinking im a day late but youre wrong to me its still christmas

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linds!!!!

I’m glad you get to stay with your sister!! That’s nice you get some quality time together. My brother came and stayed with me for thanksgiving for a couple days and it was so nice!!! We haven’t spent that much time together in who knows how long! We played lots of mariokart and board games and it was great!!

And I’m doing alright!! Lots of ups and downs lately. The time change for daylight savings messed with my head a bit and then I just got sick a couple days ago I’m sure thanks to my kiddos at work. And it’s been raining all day but I took that as an excuse to wear my cute chelsea rain boots! But I’m hanging in there!! Just trying my best as always!!

Oh and I found out I’m getting a $2/hour raise in the new year so that’s exciting!!!

Also I finally watched my policeman!!! I thought it was really good! Although it didn’t make me cry like everyone said it would hahah and I usually cry at everything (for example when I went to see black panther 2 the other weekend and I started crying as soon as it said “in memory of Chadwick boseman” and then I cried several more times throughout the movie lollll). But I really enjoyed it and thought it was a beautiful film. I really liked DWD as wel although I don’t think I could pick one over the other because they were sooo different ya know!

💕💕

liz omg I'm so sorry I'm late answering this!! I feel like a lifetime has passed since we've talked because of what's happened. I got kicked by one of my dad's horses at the beginning of this month and ended up with a compression fracture on T11 of my spine and a contusion on my right hip. recovery's been a little rough but I'm incredibly lucky it could've been much, much worse!

I LOVE staying with my sister it's become one of my safe spaces to be there with her! her roommate is her bestie that she's known since kindergarten so I feel really comfortable there around her too. I had planned to go stay with her some this week for Christmas too, but idk if I can now with my injury. I'm so glad you got to see your brother and spend time with him! I haven't seen my little brother since last year but he will be coming home for Christmas so I'm excited to see him 😊

I'm so glad to hear you've mostly been doing okay!! and omg YES whenever I worked at the daycare before I got sick SO often because of my babies, so I completely get it! I hope you're feeling better now 💕 the time change always throws me off too I hate it. I bet your boots are adorable on you!! and yay for your raise that's exciting!!

I was supposed to start my new job soon (I can't remember if I've told you about it already? so ignore me if I have!). I've been offered a lead teacher position at a new daycare that's opening soon! but now I'll have to wait until I'm all healed before I can start 😔 I'm a bit bummed by that but my bosses have been very sweet and understanding about what happened to me and are holding my position for me until I can start! which will hopefully be sometime in january

ah I didn't cry at MP either and I'm the same way about crying at a lot of things! maybe because I read the book and was already familiar with the story. and I agree I love both movies I think he did an amazing job as I knew he would!!

if I don't get to speak to you again before, I hope you and your family have the happiest of holidays together! stay warm and take care of yourself 💗 sending you all my love!!

#ask me stuff #imnotpunny #kiwicherryallaboutharry #answered

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justahopelessssromantic · 4 years ago

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Gone

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving 😊 I hope you all have a great and safe day no matter how you are celebrating ♥️

As always thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoy

Request: @beardburnsupersoldiers Okay so first I have to say I love love love the way you write Angel! I am so happy I found your blog as fan fiction for him doesn’t seem as easy to find! Also, if you are currently taking requests I was wondering if you could do one with Daddy Angel where reader is being stalked/kidnapped and how he balances getting her back with helping his children through her absence?

Thank you so much for the request! And for your kind words ❤ I'm so happy you found my blog as well! I hope you enjoy and are doing well

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 1,694

*gif not mine*

Angel sat at your dining room table staring at your empty chair across from him. You should be there. You should be looking back at him with that breathtaking smile of yours as you listened to each of your children tell the two of you about their day over your meal. You'd be engaged with them picking up every detail and at the same time be fully connected to Angel making him feel just as seen even without any words.

You were always good with that, being able to make everyone feel seen and most importantly loved.

You should be here enjoying another dinner with him, with your family like every other night. But no you weren't here and Angel was by himself at your empty table.

How could he have not known? How could you have not said anything? How could he have let this happen? These were the thoughts that kept plaguing his mind.

Today began like every other day. The two of you woke up, late as usual, rushed to get the kids fed and ready for school, finally got everyone out and in the car only to have to go back in for something they forgot before you two finally parted for the day with the promise of seeing each other again later that night. Angel took off for work and you headed the other way with the kids to drop them off at school and go to work yourself.

It was just an average day in your life or so you both thought.

Angel stared down at the photos on the table in front of him, photos of you. Creepy, disturbing photos of your everyday life, going to work, picking up the mail, walking the dog. The photos made Angel’s stomach churn. Your coworker Amanda gave them to Angel just a few hours ago hoping they would help in any way. She told Angel you began receiving them weeks ago. You brushed them off, tossing them. You didn’t want Angel to worry.

You should have told him. He should have been worried.

Now you were gone, someone had grabbed you on your way to your vehicle after work.

Angel ran his hand over his face. He was exhausted and his head was pounding. He wanted to cry, to scream, to lash out at anyone around him but he couldn’t.

Felipe walked in behind his eldest son. His heart broke as he saw how defeated he was. He gave Angel a firm squeeze on his shoulder before sitting down next to him. Angel may not want to hear what he had to say but he had to say it. “I know how much pain you’re in mijo.” He spoke, getting Angel to remove his hand and look at him. “I know you want her back, you want vengeance but none of that matters right now. You have to stay level headed, strong, for them.” Felipe motioned over to your three kids in the next room watching Finding Nemo. “They need you to be strong.”

Angel watched his kids for a moment. Diego, your oldest, sat in the middle of the couch while your youngest Camilla, Angel’s princesa sucked on her thumb leaning on her brother for support as she was mesmerized by the pictures playing before them. Rosa, your middle child sat on the other side of Camilla more interested in her game boy than the movie as you showed her tio EZ how to play.

They were oblivious to the horror their father was facing.

“They need her.” Angel kept his gaze on them a moment longer. You were the rock in your family. Angel couldn’t do this without you. He needed you. “I need her.”

Felipe wanted to have hope that you would be found safely but he knew the dangers this life brought, he knew the dangers of the situation. “You may be all they have now Angel.”

“What the fuck are you trying to say?” Angel turned to his father.

"I'm just trying to keep you from making the same mistakes I did Angel." Felipe explained. After their mother passed he was never the same and certainly not there for his sons like he should have been. His boys were older, adults then which helped but was no excuse.

"Don't talk like she ain't coming back." Angel warned. “She is coming back home to us. She has too.” He didn’t even want to think about what his father was suggesting. There was no way he was losing you.

EZ cleared his throat as he now stood in the entryway with Camilla in his arms and Rosa holding his hand, Diego right behind him. “I’m going to order a pizza. Everyone is getting a little hungry.”

“Is mom not coming back?” Rosa asked. Her eyes bore into Angel’s searching for answers he didn’t have. All they knew was that you were staying with your sister tonight to help her pack for her move.

“Come here.” Angel held his hands out instructing her to come sit in his lap. EZ passed Camilla to Felipe exchanging her for the pictures so the kids wouldn’t see. “Of course mom is coming back.” He looked at each of them seeing a little piece of you. Camilla had your nose, Diego your eyes, and Rosa was the spitting image you. “She’s just helping auntie out, she’ll be back before you know it.”

He made that promise to them even knowing it might not be true. It was what they needed to hear and right now he had to do what he’d wished someone would for him. To hold them comforting them with the promise that everything would be alright.

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Angel finally got your kids bathed and in bed. It was definitely much harder without your help but he did it and he was proud of himself. He thought you would be too. None of them wanted to sleep in their own beds without you home so the three of them were snuggled up in your grand king bed.

Felipe was still here just in case Angel got a call. Having him in just the other room brought some comfort to him. EZ had taken the photos with him excusing himself after the pizza arrived to help in the search for you. If anyone would notice anything crucial to your safe home coming he knew it would be his brother.

Angel sat in your reading chair with your favorite blanket across his lap as he watched your kids. He had his gun on the dresser next to him just in case and his phone in hand waiting for any updates. He hated not being out there looking for you but he also knew you would want him to stay with the kids and he trusted his brothers would leave no rock unturned in their search for you. They loved you just as much as him, there were no other people in the world he’d entrust your life and safety with.

He wasn’t sure when it was but at some point he must have dozed off. He was awoken by the buzzing of his phone now on the hardwood floor of your bedroom. He shot up checking his surroundings and on the kids first to make sure they were still in bed before grabbing his cell. He fumbled with the device a moment cursing until he finally got it answered.

“Did you find her?” He asked. His stomach was in knots as he prepared for the worst. He was trying to remain positive but that could only do so much.

He hated not feeling in control.

“We got her. She’s safe, Angel.” EZ said on the other end. “She wants to talk to you.”

Angel stood up quickly but quietly , exiting the bedroom before closing the door gently behind him. He was overwhelmed with emotion as the news rushed through him. He slid down the door settling down on the ground before his legs had the chance to give up on him.

“Hey baby.” Hearing your voice was what truly caused him to break.

“Hey, mi amor.” Angel managed through a sob, the tears flowed fully and unapologetically now. He had never been so happy to hear your voice in his life. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay.” You reassured him. “We’re on our way home now. How are our kids?”

“Good but they’ve missed you. I miss you.” His voice was defeated. “Don’t ever pull this shit again. You come to me, okay? We can’t do this without you.”

Now it was your turn to break. The only thing you could think about the whole time you were gone was Angel and your family, of how the only thing you wanted was just to see them once more, to just have a little more time with them. “Okay, I promise Angel.”

Angel rested his head back against the door. He couldn’t trust his own voice to say much but he needed to say this. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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That next morning the table was set with your plates full of pancakes you and Angel had made for breakfast. You spent all your time being back home in Angel’s lap watching the kids sleep together. Neither one of you could sleep so once dawn approached you decided to make breakfast together, something the two of you hadn’t done in a while.

Angel sat across from you at the table never taking his eyes off you. He watched you as you listened to the kids tell you about their night with Felipe and Daddy. You smiled engaging with each of them, laughing at their little jokes. For just a second you looked up back at Angel and your smile only grew. You gave him a look telling him you were proud of him, that he did an excellent job and that you loved him so much.

You saw him even when he would feel unseen.

All was right in his world once more and in that moment he vowed to himself that he would never let anything happen to you again.

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13uswntimagines · 4 years ago

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Chanukah party (USWNT x Baby!Reader)

This isn’t a request but @literaryhedgehog and I thought it would be fun. The basic premise is that reader is at camp during Chanukah, and the team feels bad (especially Lindsey) so they throw her a party. (thank you @notmia101 for betaing this for us).

You smiled at Alyssa as she described her winter plans after training camp. How she was going to visit her sister and her family for Christmas. How they were hoping for snow and how they were going to kill an innocent tree and desecrate its body with lights for their amusement. Her words, not yours. It was a game she and the other girls played every year, trying to make their Christmas plans sound as horror-movie-ish as possible. It was a way of trying to make fun of themselves so you could share the amusement and join in laughing at them.

But despite their efforts, a little piece of you always felt left out because you couldn’t (wouldn’t?) participate. See, you were one of the few who didn’t celebrate Christmas. You were proud of your Jewish heritage, even if your family wasn’t the most ~religious~. But you were proud of the culture you had been raised in. You held its traditions very near to your heart and weren’t AT ALL bitter that the rest of the team had time designated to visit their family during their winter holidays while you still had training camp through the third week of December.

You were kinda zoning out because you could only take so much of their cookie baking, their stalkerish man that watched kids while they slept, and their hiding of a stupid stuffed toy you were sure would give you nightmares (who the fuck thought having an ‘elf’ stalk your family all month was cute?!?!? Capitalism was a weird man). (Though you may or may not have paid attention to Lindsey’s plan to dress Ferguson like a little elf…)

“What about you kid?” Tobin asked, nudging you out of your daydream.

“What?” You shook your head, making everyone around you laugh.

“Do you have plans for the holidays?” Lindsey repeated, her smile showing off her dimples.

“Oh, um. Chanukah started a few days ago. It’s cool, they have an app with a menorah and everything. My family has been face timing me most days, but it will be over before training ends.” You shrugged, hoping they couldn’t see how much being away from your family during this time of year sucked (though you were glad to be included on the camp roster).

Most of the veteran's jaws dropped, how had they not known that you were missing something so important to you? How had US Soccer overlooked a holiday (and inadvertently given you an ultimatum- celebrate or make the national team).

“Then why did they schedule training camp this week?” Tobin mumbled. Again you shrugged.

“There’s 23 of you and only one of me… it’s really not that big of a deal,” you smiled briefly and gave the same speech you had given since middle school, “It’s not like the ‘Jewish Christmas’ even though it happens around the same time some years, my family doesn’t even exchange presents, so I’m really just missing the party they’re throwing on the 18th.”

“That still isn’t fair though. I mean, we get Christmas off automatically, even if we don’t celebrate it!” Christen huffed, throwing her hands up.

“I mean, this isn’t like a new thing. We’re always at camp during this time. And next year the holiday starts in November, so it’s not something that can consistently be scheduled around. I guess it’s just a sacrifice I have to make to be the best right?” You said earnestly, shaking your head. You knew all of the arguments, you had heard them for all of your life.

“But-“ Emily started to protest, but before she could get the words out you cut her off. “Don’t make a big deal guys, it’s fine. Really,”

The team stared at you for a few seconds, several women opening and closing their mouths several times. You shifted uncomfortably under their gaze, breathing a sigh of relief when your phone rang, glad to have an excuse to get out of this situation.

“Ok so we’re totally going to make a big deal out of this,” Lindsey said turning back around to face the team the second you were out the door.

“I’m guessing you have a plan to woo your girl?” Emily smirked, wiggling her eyebrows.

“It’s not to. No. We are doing this as a team to be supportive of our teammate who is part of a traditionally marginalized culture that we need to be more supportive of,” Lindsey grumbled sternly, smiling when Christen nodded in return. “I’m googling “Chanukah for Dummies” right now.

They were going to make this camp different from the others (and if she got to impress you that was just a bonus).

…..

“Umm, why does it smell like something is burning?” Becky asked, walking through the hotel corridor towards the dining room.

“Because Latkes are apparently more difficult to make than I expected,” Kelley said, tossing what looked like a stack of burned hockey pucks into the trash. “I didn’t realize the whole room was going to smell like fried food- do you think they’re going to fine me when we check out?”

“If they fine you, they better fine Em too. The stench from such a little jar is kind of amazing,” Lindsey huffed.

“What did she do, get her sardines or something?” Becky asked, shaking her head, remembering the smell that she couldn’t quite place.

“No. Something called ‘Gefilte fish’”.

“But isn’t that usually for Passover?” Kelley asked, looking up from where she was trying to scrape burned potatoes off her pan.

“They said it was traditional, isn’t that what we’re going for?” Emily huffed, pouting. Lindsey rolled her eyes at her best friend.

“I’ve got music!” Chrystal called, walking through the door in a star-patterned sweater. “It turns out there are not a whole lot of Chanukah songs. There’s a Spotify playlist that’s only 3 hours long, or so, so I supplemented it with a lot of Leonard Cohen and Paul Simon.”

“And I brought the sour cream and applesauce as requested!” Sam called, walking in after her, “also some apple juice and honey bourbon. I know apples and honey are a thing for Rosh Hashana, so I thought maybe we could make some cocktails?”

“I won’t tell coach if you don’t,” Kelley said taking the bottle and pouring herself a shot. “Someone else needs to take over the latke making. My attempts have all either looked like lefse, hashbrowns or just burned.”

“Lefse?”

“I had an ex-girlfriend from Minnesota. It was a potato tortilla thing her family sent her at thanksgiving. The point here is that someone else needs to cook or we are just going to be eating sour cream and applesauce on their own.”

“We could make french fries?” Rose suggested tentatively.

“With bacon and cheese! Those are the best,” Emily exclaimed, only to have Lindsey (gently) slap the back of her head.

“No, Sonnett. She can’t have bacon and I don’t think she’s allowed to have cheese and meat on the same plate…”

“I think if we just batter potato pieces in egg and flour and fry them it would taste nice with the apple sauce and sour cream. And we’ve made french fries before so it won’t be so much of a… learning curve. Though you did a great try, Kelley!” Rose said, patting Kelley’s arm.

“You guys are useless. Did you even look at a recipe?” Megan shook her head.

“If you think it’s so easy you try it.” Kelley scoffed. Megan raised her eyebrow at the woman, stealing the spatula from the defender's hand.

“Tasty made here we come,”

*****

“Happy Chanukah!” came from all around as you walked in. Lindsey was very proud. Not only had she gotten the team on track and ensured that they had all of the stuff google said would make the perfect Chanukah celebration; she had also kept you off their trail until this moment. The shock on your face made all the work on their day off entirely worth it.

The room was decorated in tinsel with a shiny plastic menorah in the center of the table. Several people were wearing ugly sweaters with different “decorations” taped on. A sign on the back wall said “We survived, let’s eat!” Lindsey had decided against hanging up the posters Rose and Mal made saying “Stick it to the (ro)Man!” and “MaccaBEe mine.” The first one because she wasn’t sure it was appropriate, the second one because she knew it wasn’t.

“Ooo who brought the hotdog of the sea?” You asked, biting your lip to suppress a giggle as you walked over to the table to see the food on display.

“What?” Lindsey’s eyes tried to follow yours, utterly confused. They didn’t get hotdogs. They most certainly weren’t on the list that Chanukah for dummies had given her.

You smiled softly and shook your head, pointing to the tan balls that Emily had provided.

“That’s what my siblings and I call it during Passover. Gefilte fish is kinda a love it or hate it thing…” you trailed off, scrunching your nose just slightly.

“And you’re not a fan?” Lindsey smirked, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“Umm, I plead the fifth,” You mumbled, shaking your head slightly. It wasn’t your favorite item in the world.

“That was all Emily,” Kelley snorted, clapping you on the back, and you grinned devilishly back at her.

“Well, it was very nice of her to be so thoughtful. She can try a piece with me,”

Emily cringed at the idea, but nodded nonetheless. It was your party and if eating the smelly thing out of a jar made you happy, then that’s exactly what she would do. (She also stealthily shot Lindsey the middle finger while you were surveying the rest of the items on the tables).

“Honestly the sufganiyot is my favorite,” you said, taking a step towards the platter, your lips ticking up at Lindsey’s adorable confused face. “sorry, the donuts,” you clarified, picking up one of the many powdered sugar-covered donuts in the stack, inspecting it to see what kind it was. The Jelly ones were particularly important for the celebration.

Lindsey blushed a little. “We didn’t know if you wanted jelly or custard,” She said hesitantly, watching as your eyes got impossibly brighter.

“Both are amazing, thank you,” You smiled softly at the midfielder, brushing a stay bit of powdered sugar off her pink cheeks. You held her gaze for a moment before seeming realizing you had an audience, and turning towards the rest of the team. “thank all of you,”

It wasn’t the traditional Chanukah you usually shared with your family, but the friends who had become your family made it special nonetheless.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #literalhedgehog

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