#It was a gift from my dad for my birthday six years ago

[charulein]

Pc is broken beyond what I can repair and I'm really, really sad

[fujoshirat]

When the Shouto Todoroki saves you and your kindergarten students at the aquarium during a villain attack, you can't seem to get him out of your head. Bonus: you're quirkless and he's a pro hero, so you live in two different worlds. The glue? His cute nephew that's obsessed with rocks and that just so happens to be in your kindergarten class.

In short: You've become obsessed, you suppose. But that's all right, you're not the only one that's obsessed.

WARNING: Todoroki family troubles (in the eyes of Kaoru); Kaoru's rock collection hyperfixation! Please note that this chapter is written in lovely, little, mature, and smart Kaoru Todoroki's POV ♡ (so the improper grammar is intentional I promise 😓😖)

Note! "Oji-san" refers to Shouto, Kaoru's uncle. "Ojii-san" refers to Enji, Kaoru's grandfather. "Baa-chan" refers to Rei, Kaoru's grandmother. "Oba-san" refers to Fuyumi, Kaoru's auntie.

Part 1! Part 2!

3 - Things That Kaoru Loves

Kaoru loves his oji-san. Oji-san was the most coolest, most specialist person he knows. He could make fire dance in his palms-so cool! And then FWOOSH-he can make ice appear too! Kaoru liked to pretend that he could do that. When he gained his quirk on his fifth birthday six months ago, he knew that he wanted to be just like his oji-san. He wanted to learn from his oji-san how to use his ice quirk. Sure, Kaoru loved his dad and wanted to learn how to control his ice from him too, but oji-san? Oji-san was ultra cool! Oji-san was friends with cool people too. He told Kaoru stories about Deku and Dynamite, about his ojii-san before he retired, about the super cool All Might!

Kaoru loves his teacher. Y/N-sensei always smiled at him in the morning and helped him tie his shoelaces. Y/N-sensei's voice was soft. She wasn't noisy like his teacher last year (so stinky and mean). Y/N-sensei smelled like the peaches (his favorite) at the store that his dad always takes him to so they have dinner. She didn't have a quirk, but Y/N-sensei was one of his heroes, too. When she would give him a piece of candy and a bright smile for completing his work correctly, Kaoru's tummy would feel warm and happy. Most of all, Y/N-sensei thought his rock collection was so cool. "Y/N-sensei, my oji-san got me a new rock." "Oh really? That's so cool! You should bring it for show and tell tomorrow!"

Kaoru loves his rock collection. On his fourth birthday, his dad gave him a little wooden box with a few shiny rocks inside. When he lightly shook the box, they made a clinking, rattling sound.

"Kaoru-kun, do you know what these are?"

"Rocks."

"Yes, but, their special rocks. Do you notice anything about them?"

Upon further inspection, the little boy noticed that they had swirls of color and shone like tiny treasure in the light. Each rock was different: some were smooth, some were jagged, some had multiple hues while others had only one vivid color. Since then, Kaoru's made it his mission to find more rocks. Anywhere he went->the grocery store, baa-chan's backyard, the beach->he would pick up a special-looking rock and add it to the little wooden box of treasures. He didn't care of some of the rocks he found were "dull" (that's what Taro-kun said, but he doesn't know anything about rocks). All of Kaoru's rocks had a story, just like how his oji-san always had a story to tell him whenever Kaoru saw him at his house. His oji-san sometimes brought him rocks too. He'd gift them to Kaoru for Christmas or after missions. Kaoru's collection had grown so big that his oba-san bought him a new box for his fifth birthday. Now, he could fit his newer rocks in plus his super cool new fossil that his oji-san got him when he went to America last month.

Kaoru doesn't understand grown-up stuff. He doesn't understand why baa-chan and ojii-san never hug like the grandparents on Bluey, or why he doesn't have a mom like Mio-san. He asked his dad once, when it was bring-your-kid-to-work-day at the clinic, but his father just smiled at him. "Papa's got his hands full with you and his clinic. Besides, you've got me and all of your family. Isn't that enough?" Kaoru thinks that it's enough, he loves his dad more than anything in the world. More than more than Y/N-sensei, more than his oji-san, more than his rock collection. However, that didn't quench his curiosity. He still occasionally wondered why he didn't have a nice mom to bring to the school play or put little notes in his lunchbox like his friends did. Dad was too busy to do that. He made yummy food and tucked Kaoru into bed and went to all of his school events, but his doctor job at the clinic sometimes took him away from Kaoru.

The thing that Kaoru doesn't understand the most is why his oji-san and L/N-sensei weren't together. They liked each other, right? Oji-san looked a little silly whenever he saw Y/N-sensei. His ears would turn red and he would stutter. Y/N-sensei would smile extra cheerfully and play with her skirt. That's how you knew that someone likes someone, right? Himari-chan taught him that when she was practicing her reading at school.

"Kaoru-kun! The book says that if someone likes someone, they turn red and stu-stu- uhm...How do I say this?" "Stutter?" "Yeah! And smile super bright!"

Kaoru's curious about the world around him, but it doesn't matter. As he takes a bite out of his strawberry ice cream, he looks up at his uncle, who's also holding strawberry ice cream. Oh well, he supposes, that's why he's only five.

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But then, Kaoru gets the most coolest, genius idea ever for a five-and-a-half-year-old.

"Oji-san," he swallows some ice cream, "you should give Y/N-sensei a rock." The tall man's eyebrows lift slightly. "...A rock?"

"Mhm." lick. "Like the Adelie penguins." lick. "Adelie penguin boys give a girl penguin a rock because he loves her," he recites word-for-word, exactly what he remembers his teacher telling him. Shouto's cheeks flush red as he finishes his ice cream.

"How can you tell that I like her?"

Kaoru kicks at the concrete under his feet, continuing to eat his ice cream. "Your ears turn red and you start stuttering. And then when Y/N-sensei sees you, she starts smiling a lot and playing with her skirt, like oba-san does when she sees her boyfriend." The five-year-old can't help but grin when he sees his oji-san's jaw drop.

"You're... very observative."

"That's what Y/N-sensei says."

Shouto smiles at that. When he begins speaking again, his voice is gentle. "Kaoru-kun, it's more complicated than giving someone a rock."

The little boy finishes his ice cream, a small frown appearing on his face. "But why?" The pro hero hesitates for a second. His voice comes out softly, almost like a whisper. "It's not easy to tell someone how you feel, even if you really like them." 'But if Y/N-sensei sees a pretty rock, she'll be happy,' Kaoru thinks to himself. Scanning the few pebbles nearby, he absentmindedly picks up a smooth, speckled stone.

"Oji-san, what if someone else gives her a rock before you do?"

Kaoru's words seem to hit something in his uncle, because suddenly his eyes widen and his left side twitches. Shouto's nephew watches him take a breath before smiling again, reaching down to ruffle Kaoru's hair. He whines in protest: "Oji-san!" Shouto chuckles and crouches down to the little boy's level.

"You're smart, Kaoru-kun. You're a good kid. Don't ever change, okay?" The man's eyes wander to Kaoru's right hand, where the spotted stone rested. He quirks a brow at the sight.

"You should give her this rock, oji-san. She'll love it."

Shouto laughs warmly, eyes crinkling slightly and hand patting his nephew's shoulder. "Alright, I'll do it." Kaoru's eyes widen and sparkle, and he eagerly hands Shouto the rock. He jumps up and down excitedly, the most excitement he's ever shown in his life.

"Yes!"

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Shouto loves his nephew. He doesn't think that his rock collection obsession is weird, he thinks it's cute (it gives him nostalgia about Izuku's All Might hyperfixation). Shouto's frankly impressed by how smart and perceptive Kaoru is. He definitely did not expect Kaoru to pick up on his crush on L/N-san. 'Am I that obvious??' Kaoru's a smart boy too. According to to Natsuo and the beautiful L/N-san, Kaoru's top of his class even though he doesn't like talking much. Shouto doesn't understand kids, but he understands Kaoru. He understands how excited the little boy gets when he finds the perfect rock. Shouto thinks-no, knows-that you're the perfect gem. You're caring, sweet, attentive, bright, positive, everything he thinks he lacks.

And maybe Kaoru sees your real beauty, too, because here he is, telling Shouto to give the most perfect woman a rock.

To treasure the finest treasure that he's found: you.

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A/N: That's it for part 3! I hope you enjoyed it (˶◜ᵕ◝˶) Thank you so much for reading this part and the entire series so far!! I love love love the cutest little Kaoru Todoroki ToT It was a challenge writing the POV of a five-and-a-half-year-old, so I apologize for making him REALLY mature! I did envision him to be a mature and smart kid (like ShouShou <3), but I think I overdid it ><

Anyways! Thank you for your patience regarding this part and all of my works in general! I hope that the wait wasn't too long, and that this made up for it ♡\(´･ᴗ･`)

And finally: THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE FOR ALL OF THE LOVE AND SUPPORT! Parts 1 and 2 really blew up, Part 1 reaching over 300 likes! When I first made this account, I would have never expected to reach that many people. You all really make my days and I'm just so thankful for the positivity ദ്ദിദ്ദി(˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥) If you couldn't already tell, I am an amateur writer. I've been in this fandom and Tumblr for a LONGGG time, but have never found the motivation to write until now. Receiving this much love and positivity is really amazing and I hope to continue making good works and content <3

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[steddieas-shegoes]

what does a barbie mean?

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'hanukkah'

all of my holiday drabbles will be from the bear hugs universe. many of them could probably be read standalone, but will make the most sense and be enjoyed best if you read that first!

rated g | 633 words | no cw | tags: established relationship, fluff

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When Steve picks Rory up from her friend’s birthday party, she’s surprisingly quiet. Usually after parties, she’s bouncing off the walls, blaming the cake and ice cream and soda and goodie bags full of candy.

By the time they get home, Steve’s getting concerned at her silence.

“Hey green bean, you okay?” He asks as they park in the garage. Eddie’s at work for another hour, so he has to do this alone.

He got used to not having to do this stuff alone anymore.

“Mhm,” Rory answers as she unbuckles her seatbelt. It’s not convincing and Steve turns to tell her that. She’s not looking at him, though.

“Do you wanna talk about something? Did anything happen at the party?” Steve asks. He shouldn’t push, but he’s worried that someone was mean to her. Rory can handle herself, but she’s still human, and she’s still a kid, and words can hurt.

“Nothing happened,” she says, but Steve’s not convinced.

“You can tell me anything.”

Rory finally looks up at him. “How come Santa doesn’t bring Sarah and Rebecca presents? They’re good all year.”

Oh. Well, this is definitely better than he expected, and way easier to explain or fix. No one bullied her, she’s just confused.

“You know how Sarah and Rebecca celebrate Hanukkah instead of Christmas?” Rory nods. “Well, for Hanukkah, they don’t need Santa to bring them presents because the family gets all the gifts and they have special meanings to them.”

“What does a new Barbie mean?” Rory asks.

“I think it just means that Sarah is six and wants a Barbie,” Steve laughs.

“But how come they have eight Christmases in a row?”

Steve briefly explains what he knows about Hanukkah, which is not as much as he should know.

And they go inside and look up more information, because Rory is a curious child and Steve never wants her to stop learning.

And when Eddie gets home, she starts telling him all about how Sarah and Rebecca get to light a candle every night and their dad says a prayer and maybe they could light their own Christmas candle on Christmas Eve.

That weekend, they go straight to the library to get a book about the dreidel game, and make a stop at the store to find chocolate coins. Eddie tags along, a little confused about how serious Rory is taking this, but enthusiastic about playing any game that leads to eating chocolate.

The fascination with Hanukkah ends rather abruptly two days later, when she hears Rebecca talking about jelly doughnuts. Rory hates doughnuts with fillings.

Steve doesn’t bother telling her that it’s not a requirement to eat them for Hanukkah, and he gives Eddie a look to stop him before he does.

“I think we should just have Christmas like we always do,” Rory says. Steve nods like he knew this would be her decision the entire time.

Eddie leans over to whisper in his ear. “Was there a chance we were converting to Judaism?”

Steve shakes his head. “She did this with Chinese New Year two years ago and Dia de los Muertos three years ago. She’s just a curious kid.”

Eddie nods, immediately understanding and knowing that she’ll probably find another way to celebrate something next year, and many years after that. He was the same way as a kid, even remembers one year when he learned what Mardi Gras was and made Wayne buy them all dollar store beads and a King Cake at the grocery store.

“Can we keep the candles though?” Rory asks.

“Yeah, those are nice candles,” Eddie looks at Steve to confirm.

“Sure,” Steve laughs, fond as he can be over his two favorite people being so in sync, even with something like this. “We can keep the candles.”

[rogueabs]

Under the Gun - Abby Anderson x Reader

Are you living for love? When the road gets too tough, is your love strong enough?

-under the gun by The Sisters of Mercy

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SUMMARY: You’ve been running from your reality, you had to leave your home in Oregon, it couldn't get worse after all, you had lost it all. Arriving in Seattle you hear yelling and grunting from afar, when you see a muscular blonde woman being beaten and dragged you freeze, you wouldn't be able to rescue her. Stealthy you follow the people with a scar on their face, a feature that relates them to another to what it seemed like their camp, you hide waiting for the moment to take the blonde girl from the rope restraining her up in the air incapacitating her.

You and Abby’s story begins when she saw the end of hers.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut (further along you perverts!) angst, desciptions of weapons and violence.

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Chapter 1: What if it was you

Growing up in Oregon was a gift and a curse, the peace that came with it also brought loneliness. Growing up you only had your mother by your side, your father passed away before you were born trying to protect your family farm from the undead creatures that roamed earth alongside surviving humans. It was you and your mom, against the world as it was always proclaimed by the both of you. She was THE wonder woman in the flesh, raising you, teaching you how to survive and how to take care and keep the farm alive.

When you were nineteen she passed away peacefully when you went on a hunting trip on your own. You found a letter she left and you carried it with you in your leather jacket pocket.

She had been sick for a while, never telling you of the symptoms, you always saw her complain about pain and went on scavenges trying find medicine to take it away but you never thought you would find your mothers lifeless corpse, she didn’t want you to kill her like she had done to the love of her life.

“Your dad and I got engaged on the infamous space needle in Seattle, my wish was to take you there for your birthday but this illness took me way too soon. I never wanted you to see me fade. One day I hope you can see how beautiful the view is from there;”

So you packed your backpack angrily, never wanting to see that house again after burying your mother it would never be a home again. 

With tears in your eyes you grabbed the old notebook your mom got you in a scavenge six years ago, you remember it like it was yesterday, it was her way of giving me privacy and I cherished every word I’ve ever written on it all these years.

"Dear diary, it's weird picking you up, it's been a while since i’ve talked with you. We are grown and alone, I've never been so afraid.

I remembered the old pick-up truck that belonged to the neighbours that once lived by our side, I have no memories of them, only that they were kind according to mom. I’ve been running like a mad woman trying to get gasoline for the last 2 days. It's a quick ride to Seattle. I just really need something good to happen to me."

When you finally got enough gasoline you swear you could believe in god for finally having your prayers answered. Walking back to the fields you knew like the back of your hand, you searched your neighbours house for a tool box, you needed a screwdriver badly. 

“Finally!” you yelled so loudly and regretted it, hoping nothing heard you.

“Okay” you said to yourself “How do I hotwire this fucking car…” rubbing your hands on your head you tried to recall how your mom did it flawlessly for you, how if it went to go sideways she would be the one getting shocked, protecting you was her greatest accomplishment and you lived by loving and caring for someone that deeply.

Shoving the screwdriver in the ignition system and moving it around, you manifest it working since this car was older than you and your mother too probably, a couple minutes of turning it and jiggling it around you heard the motor start.

Beating your legs using them like a drum, you cried of happiness, you could finally escape, a fresh start.

The farthest you could drive too was still far from your destination, you spent one week on foot, you could barely remember what sleep was like when you heard a commotion, it was gunshots.

 Instinctively you held your gun in the palm of your hand, you had to be sure that if needed it was on its holster ready to protect yourself no matter what it took. Scoping far from the building you understood it was one person who did the job, it made you curious of what may have happened, and whatever it was, you didn’t want to get on their bad side. 

Getting closer to the building, being careful not to draw attention to yourself you saw a muscular blonde woman starting to leave the building, sliding on the dirt ramp when out of nowhere someone with an enormous sledgehammer got on top of her. You were panicking deciding if you should or not get closer, to rescue her but you saw her handle herself biting the woman's ear but in a blink of an eye, two men came closer and someone knocked the blonde woman out.

Whoever they were, they started dragging the unconscious girl and you couldn't bear the sight of it. This wasn’t part of the plan but you needed to help her, something inside of you told you to do it, it could have been you.

You were light on your feet, stealth was your best friend and the people in the long jackets didn’t hear or see you, but from afar you noticed it all. Wherever they were bringing her too was bad, it made you sick, were they cannibals? Was it a cult? The only thing that made them related to another was the scars they had on all their faces.

They tied with rough ropes the ankles and wrists of the woman they called “wolf”, it was soothing due to her frame, they dragged her to a place where people were gutted and hung by their neck, you had to save her. 

The people with scars tied the rope on her neck and pulled her up, you got ready to aim and shoot the woman that was pointing a knife to her abdomen when suddenly a young woman was brought to the camp violently. 

The woman that was prepared to kill the blonde woman flipped instantly at the tumult created by two strong men grabbing the girl.

From what you could gather the girl was named Yara, and the sight was too violent, you had never experienced such cruel humans in your life. One of the men that was holding her down obeyed the orders of the woman who told them to “clip her wings”, they ended up smashing her arm with a hammer.

It was now or never and you decided to make your moves to help the woman down, arrows were shot out of nowhere, taking one of the men out and Yara took out the other with the same hammer that was being used violently on her. Quickly you started making your way to get behind the blonde woman to get her down. She was able to catch the tall woman who threatened her before who now was confused at the attack, the blonde trapped her with her strong legs, starting to choke her out but you showed up and stabbed her with a screwdriver in the neck, letting her choke on her blood falling to her death.

Taking the blonde woman out of her restraints you gave her a hand helping her down.

 A young boy came in desperately running towards the Yara girl who now had her arm broken and all you could feel was anger at what she had been put through, hearing them talk you were able to pick up that the boy's name was Lev and you heard her say that “Demons are coming.” Whatever that meant, it sounded like it was going to be hell on earth.

Gazing back at the blonde woman, she rubbed her neck trying to regain her breath and thoughts into place, getting her stability back she grabbed the hammer the girl had thrown across.

“Watch your backs,” the woman said.

You grabbed the gun out of your holster getting yourself ready in position, you were all gonna leave this place alive, even if it meant dying for the safety of these strangers.

It was a bloodbath fighting against all the clickers and runners that came across your escape out of the woods. You and the woman realised the kids were with us, helping us leave even if they were related to the people with scars in their faces and that made you filled with hope in escaping to safety.

After running and crouching underneath a fence, you believed you had left the thrill of the rush to a temporary safe haven in this mess and introduced yourself to the woman. 

“I know this isn't good timing but I’m (Y/N)” giving your hand for the woman to shake.

Shaking your hand the woman said “I’m Abby.”

In the blink of an eye the woman you had seen before, the one with the sledgehammer that knocked the woman down prior to this was attacking the kids, Abby got up instantly to fight without any weapons. You fumbled with your hands trying to search for more ammo to shoot her down but Abby got around just fine with her bare fists, the last thing you recall is hearing her question the tall woman if she was wearing her backpack and before you could recollect your thoughts on what you were witnessing, Abby had smashed the skull of the scared woman with the sledgehammer.

You made your way down trying to open the rusted auto-shop door and heard Abby talk to Lev and Yara but you couldn't hear it over the door you were trying to pry open.

“Through here c’mon” You said to the people you were stuck with for the moment.

When everyone got inside you let go of the door, you were searching your backpack for your flashlight when you felt someone’s presence getting closer.

“(Y/N)? Is that right? Abby asked.

“It is.”  you confirmed looking at her eyes, even if you never crossed her path again after this, you wanted to remember the strange womans features.

“Thanks for you know, helping me down. Do you need anything, anything at all?” She asked with her blue eyes never breaking your gaze.

“Don’t thank me Abby, I’m sure you would’ve done the same.” You replied wiping your sweat away from your forehead, “Right now I just need us to get out of this shit hole.”

Abby respectfully nodded and left you to search while moving  towards the struggling kids who were trying to pry  open a door. You desperately needed ammo so you wouldn't rely on your screwdriver as your weapon of choice but this was odd, you wouldn't admit it to yourself or out loud that the only thing stealing your attention from a completely focused supply search like you had done millions of times was Abby's piercing blue eyes that were stuck in your mind, what had you gotten yourself into.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

am i the asshole for not lending my uncle my copy of zelda tears of the kingdom?

i (17f) have two uncles which are relevant to this story, both maternal. they're the oldest and youngest (not sure exactly how old, one is around 30 and the other is in his late 40s/early 50s.)

last year, the older uncle lent me his copy of zelda breath of the wild. this was after about a year and a half of him having it. during that time he made sure i was well aware how difficult and lengthy it was, which was why he couldn't give it to me to play yet. i don't profess to be a gamer or anything- i just enjoy playing videogames, and i didn't really know what the zelda series was at the time, so i kind of just shrugged it off. when he finally did give it to me, it was after i let his kids borrow my personal copy of animal crossing, and he kind of just stuck the cartridge into my hand while i was leaving and insisted i take it.

i was and still am a student, and just didn't have the time to start casually playing until a few months later in the spring, around may. i really enjoyed it and got 75% of the way through by the time summer vacation rolled around, which was when my cousin (his son) started dropping by to ask when i would be giving zelda back. i told him every day for three consecutive days that i would give it back when i was finished, but he was really anxious to start playing because my uncle only lets them have their nintendo switch in the summer. i offered my cousin his selection of any game we had (as we have done multiple times). he said he'd already played all of our games and that a couple of the newer ones my brother had gotten for his birthday were "trashy" and left.

the fourth time he came over he basically stood in the doorway and demanded the zelda game, said it was his dad's, and that he'd give it back when he finished it. my mom scolded him because of his attitude, saying that my uncle mostly just borrows whatever games they want to play from us for up to a year and a half at a time, and we never complain. she told me to go get the game and give it to him, and he started crying and left before i could. my uncle came over ten minutes later to smooth things over and left with botw. he never gave it back and i never got to finish it.

back in around november, my younger uncle, who is unmarried and has no kids, gifted me zelda botw and totk, specifically because he'd heard about what happened with my older uncle. when my older uncle found out at thanksgiving, he asked me to give totk to him. i told him i was busy with college apps and haven't opened it yet and he said it was fine, and that he would play it and give it back in a few days. i refused, saying that i wanted to open my own game when i wasn't busy, and my mom, who was also there, agreed with me and said that i deserved the experience of opening a present and enjoying it on my own time. he tried a few more times to convince me unsuccessfully and eventually relented.

two months ago i opened botw and am making very slow progress on it because i just don't have the time to finish it as quick as i'd like. totk is still in the plastic on my dresser. a few days ago my uncle messaged me asking for totk, and i ignored it. my mom told me just to tell him i already lent it to someone, but today he turned up on my porch while i was waiting to go to school and asked me for it, and in my exasperation i said, "i haven't even opened it yet." he again told me to let HIM open it and that "he'd give it back in three days after finishing it," and just to let him have it. i told him no. and then i told him no several more times. at one point he got annoyed and said, "fine, be like that," and walked away.

some additional context: my uncle is not broke. he makes six figures and has a very good engineering job. he bought a ps5 almost as soon as it came out. he makes the conscious choice not to purchase his own games, i guess because he feels no need to when he could just borrow them from us instead? my family doesn't make a lot of money but my mom saves up so we can have games, usually as birthday or holiday gifts. i have never borrowed a game from him except botw because he doesn't have any to lend. i also feel like if he really wanted zelda totk that bad he could just buy it himself, because he can definitely afford it. my mom, maternal aunt, and cousins (not his kids) are all on my side, and my aunt says that my younger uncle doesn't like my older uncle and would be pissed if i lent them to him. on the other hand i just feel bad for holding out and being difficult because i want to open it on my own time, and i even though i don't like him as a person i still feel guilty for being rude to and pissing him off because he's my mom's oldest sibling.

so, aita for not lending it to him?

What are these acronyms?

[chimivx]

ghosting ↠ txt

now playing ↠ your needs, my needs • noah kahan

He left you with letters. Envelopes that took you five years to finally read, acknowledge. They take you back through your past, forcing you to make moves not only for yourself, but for your family, for your children… His children.

part two of six ~ masterlist

word count ↠ 1396 warnings ↠ (same for all parts) 18+. mentions of drugs, alcohol, smoking. swearing. explicit sexual content. these people have kids, there’s family talk, pregnancy talk. absent dad, messy family ties. stepsib shit, stepcest. infidelity. if any of these things bother you, please keep scrolling. if i missed anything PLEASE let me know!! a/n ↠ if you are new to this story, don't start here! please go to the masterlist! major thank you to everyone who's read this story. <3 xo posted ↠ 6/9/24 ~ 12:50 p.m. est

~ january 2020 ~

A melody of Christmas music played from the tv, a soft joyful sound in the background to fill the noise between the babies babbles. The holiday was just over a week ago, the movies should be retired, but your boys couldn’t get enough. They bounced on their bottoms and giggled whenever the music would start all over again.

“Think I’m going to be singing Jingle Bells for the rest of my life,” Soobin said, his warm voice comforting you just as his arms around your shoulders as he settled on the couch behind you. 

Cross legged you sat on the floor, keeping a watchful eye over your twins, Chan biting on the colorful blocks sprawled everywhere while Sunoo crawled around on the carpet exploring his favorite space in the house. 

They were a year and almost three months old, having celebrated their birthdays back in October right here in their home. Your entire family showed up, Joy and Jin popping in an hour earlier than expected with piles of wrapped boxes in their arms for your boys to open later. Later finding out they were boxes of clothes and shoes, specially ordered from a designer Joy was currently hyper fixated on, along with a check in the card for an amount of money you and Soobin positively could not accept, and a promise to redo the boys bedrooms as they grew older.

The clothes were nice, as were the shoes. You’re sure Sana accepted these kinds of gifts when her baby’s were turning a year old, but your boys simply wouldn’t last. They’d get all but one use out of each outfit with how careful one needed to be with the fabrics. You were raising twin boys, twin boys that were just learning to stand and still needed assistance with eating. Blow outs were still a common occurrence, both you and Soobin were tossing out multiple onesies weekly.

Both Chan and Sunoo hated shoes. Hated them. Once they were slipped on, they were kicked off. Soobin began keeping track of when the boys did it, when they were frustrated by sensory things, even though they were only a year old. Both of them, to a certain degree, were already showing signs of sensory distress.

Important things to pay attention to, Soobin had told you one night after a day of fighting with the little ones to put any kinds of clothes on.

He reminded you that they were still babies on top of everything else that flooded your brain, leaving you in equal distress. Somehow his words relieved you for the time being.

About a week ago, Christmas Day, your mother and step father insisted on the stacks of presents you and Soobin’s disapproving eyes fell upon. Many of the gifts weren’t even for your twins, but for the two of you, and they were unseriously backhanded.

A brand new toaster the two of you couldn’t even begin to afford, to replace that old thing you’ve had since college, Soobin! A blender, an ice maker, an air fryer, a whole new set of silverware… All things you and your husband didn’t want. Things you didn’t need.

Things you accepted with grace, and gratitude. Though you joked a few times about selling them online to add to the boys bank accounts. As much as you appreciated the gifts, helping with the boys' futures was ideal, and something you’ve mentioned. Many times. Soobins mother was the only one to listen, and she could barely afford to do so herself.

Taehyun and Sana didn’t come around for Christmas, they spent it down at their home in Avida. Sana’s parents and apparently many members of her family spent it there with the family of four, or so as Joy informed you while the two of you each cradled a twin as your husbands cooked dinner. It didn’t surprise you to learn her family stayed there, their house could fit a plethora of couples within it, the thing was giant, nearly bigger than the one you were raised in. 

You hadn’t seen Taehyun since the twins' birthday party, only him and his son, Minho, who was five years old making an appearance for a couple of hours before Sana called him home. They mostly stuck to themselves, Minho exploring around the twins' toys for a bit, or snuggling on his grandfather's lap.

Few words were exchanged between you and your step-brother, who was surprisingly sober. 

Hopefully for the sake of his son, Soobin had mumbled, having exchanged no words with the man dressed in black. Those two had it out for one another, whether your intuition over Taehyun’s aversion to Soobin was true or not.

Taehyun watched the boys crawl around, watched them interact with Soobin’s family, and kept his eye on them all while hugging the walls, like he was collecting recon. From time to time he’d send messages on his phone, and you wondered if it was to his wife, or to one guest invited not in attendance.

A boy you hadn’t spoken to in almost two years.

Behind you, Soobin pulled you closer between his legs, either one settling by your sides. You slotted in perfectly between his knees and allowed your head to lull backward onto him. Looking up at him from where you sat on the floor, you gave him the smallest of smiles, one he returned. Leaning over you, he pressed an upside down kiss to your lips, staying there for a few seconds before he pulled away and pressed one to your forehead.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he whispered against your skin. A slight pain speared through your heart, one that made an appearance on your brows. Soobin clicked his tongue and kissed you in the same spot, willing the discomfort away. “None of that. Look at our boys.”

Our boys.

Lifting your head, Soobin wrapped his arms around your chest and rested his chin over your hair. You both let out a laugh at once as the twins suddenly became aware of one another occupying the same space. Sunoo had crawled in front of Chan, the two sitting on their bottoms smiling at each other. They babbled incoherently at the same time, making the other laugh. Then, Sunoo lifted a hand and attempted to grab onto Chan’s foot, making his brother squeal and kick his legs like crazy. The oldest of the two watched his twin make a scene, then copied him.

“They’re best friends,” Soobin said quietly to not distract the boys. “Two happy little best friends, how lucky are they?”

“So lucky,” you whispered, holding onto his wrists with a grip that had potential to leave a mark behind. The little ones wouldn’t be here smiling at one another if it weren’t for the man wrapped around you.

The pain within was too much to bear. The dizzying nausea, the crippling, stay in bed type of sadness that infected your limbs every single day. The heartbreak that came in waves, typically crashing whenever Soobin held one of the boys, or both, rocking them to sleep, or soothing their cries. An emptiness, a disconnect that kept you so far away from accepting his love no matter how hard you tried, making you wonder if the guilt was ever going to leave, or, if you’d be forced to live your life stuck this way, in a push and pull of loss, shame, and gut wrenching heartbreak.

10/7/2020

…You’re getting so big, you’re walking already, that means you guys are smart. That means you guys are taking after your mom because no way in hell will you be getting any smarts from me. Part of me feels guilty writing this all down on paper instead of saying it to you, when I could be saying it to you, but I know one day you’ll understand why. I have no clue what comes of these letters, these pieces of me to you, so I have no idea when you’ll ever read this, so I’ll spare you your dads complaints. It makes me so happy to see your mom smile. Last time I saw her she was smiling, she was happy. You make her happy. Soobin makes her happy. You’re living a beautiful life, and that makes me happy. You’re safe, taken care of. You deserve that. Don’t forget to love her…

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“The balloons are lovely Shashi,” Garima smiled fondly.

Shashi huffed, pretending to brush his collar, “Well thank you dear wife!”

Khushi arranged the gifts around the beautiful cake, counting the candles in her head.

All 21 of them!

“Khushi! Wonderful gift wrapping!” Her mum ran a warm hand through her tresses.

“Now go get changed into your new dress before Payal gets here from her swim!”

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Brushing her hair, Khushi looked into the mirror unseeingly.

What did he mean by 'obvious'?

She had tortured herself the whole night. And before she could go and ask him, she had to set off for Payal Di’s birthday. 

Why did he sound so hurt? 

She gulped down her thoughts as time came for her to head downstairs.

Glancing a last time at her powder blue dress, she slipped on her kitten heels and plastered on a smile.

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“SURPRISE !”

Payal Di covered her mouth, her gym bag dropping on the floor.

“Thank you guys!” 

Her Di rushed forward to hug their parents, as everyone sang the birthday song completely off key.

She was engulfed into a hug next, and found Di’s whisper in her ear.

“Thank you kiddo! Meet me on the terrace after the party”

Khushi looked up, utterly confused. Had her sister guessed something was up?

All of Di’s college friends were here, and some of her school mates. Who stood out amongst the crowd was once again the tall, bespectacled man.

What her parents didn’t know, she thought with a secretive smile, was that Akash bhaiya had flown down from London just for this day. For all her bravado, Di was quite chicken when it came to declaring her love life to her family.

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Akash stood in a charcoal black suit, smiling with a glint in his eyes.

“Happy birthday Payal “ he whispered.

“I think you have already wished me!” Payal slyly teased.

“Have I?” He winked.

She laughed, sneaking a glance at her mum and dad in a corner of the hall.

“I thought you were bringing Arnav” she asked, her tone losing all its brevity.

He shrugged, “No idea. He cancelled at the last minute.”

“Something is wrong Akash”

“What? He said nothing when I called him two days ago.”

“Did he mention Khushi?”

Akash frowned, as he struggled to recall.

“Don’t think he did. Hah! Probably because I was blabbering half of the time “

“Akash!”

“Okay, okay! First ask Khushi, and if it is my idiot’s fault , then I’ll knock some sense into him okay?”

“Yes, I’ll talk to her”

Payal found her wrist in his grip, as he bent his head down, his lips hovering over hers.

“Where’s my birthday kiss?”

She smiled.

“It’s my birthday Mr Raizada “

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“It���s been years since we did this, no?”

Khushi sighed , as her hair was getting a whiplash before being braided.

“Yes,  since you were busy with college mom took up the task of torturing my hair”

Di gasped, “You’ll thank me for those healthy locks you’ll have!”

“Blah, blah, blah “

Di cleared her throat and began, “Khushi…”

“Hmm?”

“How’s everything at school?”

“Everything’s fine. Dhruv is running for subcaptain”

“Is he now? Always been the head of the pack type of guy, that kid”

“Like your Akash?” Khushi smirked.

“No one my dear, can even be close to what Akash is”, she said smugly.

“You know there is a reason they say love is blind” , Khushi giggled.

“Whatever! How’s Arnav?”

She froze. Her heart felt the pierce of a thousand ice shards. 

“H-he’s good”

“Just good? You usually have an hour enough material to talk about him”

She bit her lip, unsure of where her sister was going with the conversation.

She turned around, staring straight into her concerned eyes.

“Di?”

“What’s wrong Khushi? Why wasn’t Arnav there at the party? Why have you been so lost since you came back?”

She got up and sat beside her di, the starry sky twinkling over their heads.

She looked ahead, exhaling out into the cold.

“We had a fight”

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Khushi nervously looked at her Di, who had been quiet for a good minute now.

“So Lavanya is his girlfriend?”

“He didn’t deny it” , she said dejectedly.

“He didn’t accept it” , Payal Di smiled.

“And he seemed pretty jealous by you going to watch Dhruv’s match”

“Jealous? No! He was upset about me not agreeing to meet him up the stairs-”

She paused, kicking herself as she looked at her sister’s knowing face.

“Secret places you guys meet hah?”

“Shut up!”

She laughed, “Khushi. Talk to him babe. He is your friend! And even if Lavanya might be his girlfriend, you are still his friend. Having a crush can be such a pain, I know! But I know you can skate through anything and this is going to be another thing you skate over !”

Khushi smiled wistfully, “I just miss what Arnav and I used to be Di. How can everything change in a few days?”

“Welcome to adolescence!” She chuckled , “It sucks and rocks in equal measure!”

Khushi burst into giggles as Payal tickled her and tackled her down the bench.

The dawn skirted around the darkness, hesitating to intrude into the Gupta enclave.

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valentine’s day sweethearts 

a/n: hola amores! feliz día de san valentín! happy valentine’s day!!! you’re all my valentine’s 🤍🤍🤍 sending you lots of hugs and kisses 😘 happy reading 🤍

word count: 2725

midnight kiss // birthday kiss

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Valentine’s day.

A day to shower friends and loved ones with even more love on a special day. Y/N remembers in grade school how excited she was to give out notes to everyone in her class receiving sweet treats. Her dad would always show up with flowers for Y/N and her brother. Daisies for him and tulips for Y/N. While their mom got two bouquets instead of her one. Y/N’s father always brought home a new bouquet for her mom during the week. Her parents showed her that love can be shown in the smallest and largest ways.

Y/N had a tradition: she went to her friend’s apartment and gifted them a bouquet of flowers. It was a small gesture but a reminder that she loved her friends and was thinking of them. Harry promised her he’d see her for dinner. He promised her they wouldn’t be going out but would need her to arrive at his apartment by six pm. Harry wanted to pick her up, but his car was in the shop, and Y/N assured him it was fine for her to drive over. That she would be able to stay the night and drive to work the next morning was no big deal. It makes Harry happy when she decides to sleep over.

“Happy Valentine’s day!” Y/N greets her friend Crystal who opens the door, still dressed in her teddy bear pajamas. The surprise is clear on her face welcoming Y/N with a warm hug.

“You sweet angel,” Crystal motions for her to come in, but Y/N shakes her head.

Y/N gestures to her car, “have a few more stops to make.”

Crystal holds a hand over her heart. “I’m so lucky to call you my friend.”

“See you for brunch Sunday?” Y/N calls over her shoulder as she approaches her car.

“Mimosas on me,” Crystal promises.

Y/N from there visited Maisie, Enrique, Sasha, and Ariana. Her friend group was small, but it was mighty. She met most of her friends at uni except for Maisie, who was her neighbor growing up. She loved her friends and constantly reminded them in her own way. Everyone was happy to see her; Maisie, the only one who seemed to remember she did this each year, greeted her with fresh cinnamon rolls and freshly brewed coffee.

Y/N gasps as she accepts the gifts, “do-do you love me?”

Maisie would roll her eyes, not even bothering to answer Y/N, and instead sent her on her way home with a full stomach because she had someone coming over. It seems Y/N wasn’t the only one getting lucky tonight. Y/N had even repeatedly reminded her brother not to call her today for any reason. Gus got lonely on holidays because his girlfriend was out of town traveling for work, but Y/N reminded him it wasn’t her job to be taking care of her older brother.

Before arriving home, Y/N stopped at the market, wanting to run in and grab a few strawberries because she wanted to take a small dessert to Harry’s for them to share. Arriving home, she’s quick to settle everything in her kitchen, knowing she must melt the dark chocolate and wash the strawberries. Y/N plays the playlist Harry shared with her a few days ago that he said reminded him of her. Y/N thought it was sweet. She never had someone dedicate a song to her, let alone a whole playlist. It made her heart flutter whenever she heard a song about falling in love because Y/N was sure she felt ready to say those words to Harry but knew it was too soon. She’d let her feelings grow. No need to add pressure on herself over their relationship when it’s going well.

Y/N thought it was a little cheesy to wear a pink dress, but she had been saving it for a special occasion and knew it would be perfect for today. The dress has a flirty square neckline, lace up on the shoulders, and ruffles on the hem. The pink fabric shines differently under the light; she pairs it with a pearl necklace her grandmother gifted her before she passed away; to tie the look together, she wore her black Mary Janes. They were her favorite pair of shoes, and Y/N knew she’d be able to pair all her outfits with these specific shoes.

Y/N: on my way xx

Harry: drive safe xx

Harry: door will be unlocked xx

Y/N: that’s not safe. xx

Harry: i’ll wait for you outside then xx

The drive over is quick, something she’s thankful for because she’s excited to see Harry. Y/N knows she saw him last night when he stopped by the shop to bring her dinner. A burger and fries. She had told him she’d been craving one, and he thought it’d be nice to see her and make sure she was fed. He was kind enough to bring Gus a burger even though he was why Y/N had to stay late that night. Y/N’s tattoo appointment got scheduled last night as well. Gus promised her she could have it done whenever the benefits of being his sister, but Harry wanted to make sure to pick the day with her so that he could ask for the day off from work and take care of her. It would be happening soon enough, and Y/N couldn’t wait.

As promised, Harry is outside waiting for her as she pulls into his empty parking space. Harry quickly bounces over to her door, swinging it open before she even has time to unbuckle herself. His excitement is evident, and Y/N can’t help but let it rub off on her.

“Hi, poppet,” Harry takes her hand, helping her out of her car. Y/N pats down her dress before letting Harry bring her in for a hug. Harry takes a moment to breathe her in, “smell so sweet, love.”

“Yeah?” Y/N lifted her head, “it’s this new perfume I wanted to try.”

Harry grinned; he knew it wasn’t the same. She normally had a vanilla smell, but now she smelled like his mother’s rose garden and a basket of freshly picked strawberries. “It’s perfect,” he assures her. “Where’s your bag? Let me carry it up for you.” Harry lets go of her with a kiss on her cheek, going to open the backseat when Y/N tries to stop him.

“Harry, wait,” but he’s too quick.

He opens the car door to find a bouquet of yellow and white daisies wrapped with a large pink bow. Next to it is a crocheted heart. He reaches for it carefully, holding it in his arms. Harry knows it was handmade, the closing stitch is a bit wonky and maybe a little overstuffed, but Harry loves it because Y/N made it.

“Is-is this for me?” Harry asks, surprised.

“No, it’s for my side piece,” she jokes, and by the light laugh Harry lets out, she knows he picked up on teasing. “It’s for you, H. The flowers reminded me of you, and thought you deserved a piece of my heart,” she whispers the last bit, but Harry catches every word.

He picks up the flowers, cradling them carefully. He stares at his gifts with awe, and Y/N fills with joy, knowing he loves the gifts she got him.

“You’re an angel, Y/N. Thank you. Not so sure about my gift now,” he tells her honestly.

Y/N’s face lights up at the word gift. She didn’t expect to receive anything from him. “You got me a gift?”

Harry pinches her cheeky lightly, “course I did, poppet.”

A simple touch from Harry has her melting in her spot, “you didn’t have to.”

Harry is always surprised by her. He knows he didn't have to get her a gift, just like she didn't need to get him one. He enjoys making her smile, whether it’s making her different origami with the paper he keeps tucked in his car or making sure his apartment is stocked with her favorite popcorn. “I wanted to, poppet. Now let's head on up.” Harry sniffs the flowers before passing them to Y/N to carry. He throws Y/N’s overnight on his shoulder, the heart she crochets in his hand, then holds her hand, guiding them up to his apartment. Y/N knows the way. Of course, she does, but let’s him indulge in looking out for her.

She takes her bag back from him, taking it to his room while he goes to put his flowers in a vase. He takes a second to admire the flowers, taking a photo to send to his mum and show off his new plushie and flowers. Y/N meets him in the kitchen with a box in her hand. She hands it off to him without saying anything. He’s too curious to even think about asking her what could be inside. He opens the pink box and finds an assortment of chocolate-covered strawberries inside.

“Poppet, these look amazing!” Harry takes one out and brings it to his mouth, eager to take a bite, when he pauses to look at Y/N. “Can I eat one, or are we saving it for later?”

“Try it, H.” Y/N encourages him, wanting to know how they turned out.

He takes a bite, and the sweetness fills his mouth. Harry notices the bitterness of the chocolate pairs well with the strawberries' rich flavor.

“Mhmm…it’s wonderful, poppet. Give it a try.” Harry extends his hand for her to take the rest of his berry, but she ignores it instead, stepping closer to him. He feels his brain freeze, having her close in his space, able to smell her unique scent. Y/N smiles at the bit of chocolate stain on the corner of his mouth.

“Poppet, don’t yo–” Y/N cuts him off by kissing him. She melts against him, tasting the chocolate. Harry melts against Y/N, allowing her to explore his mouth, getting her own taste of the sweet concoction. He wishes the kiss would never end, but Y/N pulls back breathless, a smirk on her face.

“You’re right. It was yummy.” She wipes away the bit of chocolate left on the corner of his mouth, popping her finger. Harry feels dizzy watching her effortlessly make him lose his mind. “Happy Valentine's day, Harry. Thanks for being my sweetheart.” The blush on Harry’s face is profound, but he doesn’t mind one bit, not when she’s looking at him like she wants to eat him alive.

“Come on, I got to show you your present.” Harry steals one more kiss before taking her to the small backyard, where he has a shady lemon tree that will soon blossom with flowers, and she can’t wait for the day Harry makes her the lemonade he promised.

The backyard is decorated with string lights and a projector screen. A large blanket is spread out with an endless supply of pillows and food displayed on one side. Y/N even spots a large bowl of kettle corn, her favorite. “Dirty Dancing!” Y/N exclaims as she focuses on the screen in front of her. Harry kept telling her he’d never watch it and that it was overrated, but she didn’t know that his older sister made him watch it over and over again because one day, someone would come into his life, and he needed to be prepared. Harry had planned everything out perfectly for them. Y/N pouts feeling overwhelmed. She doesn’t even realize her emotions start coming out as tears until Harry scoops her up in his arms and shushes her promising to change anything she doesn’t like. “No!” She yells. “Don’t change anything. It’s perfect.”

Harry brushes away her tears, careful not to smear the pink eyeliner she worked hard to get perfect. “Then what are the tears for? Hmm…”

Y/N hides her face against his chest, “i-i-it’s everything. You took the time to do this lovely setup for us. Makes me feel special.”

“Will you look at me, poppet?” Harry asks softly. She lifts her head, meeting his kind eyes. “There’s my pretty girl. I promise to always keep surprising you. It’s not just going to be on silly little holidays.”

Y/N grins and kisses him. She knows he wanted today to be special, not that she expected anything. All she wanted was to spend the day with him, cuddling and kissing. That would be enough to make her happy.

“Thank you, Harry.”

They settle on the blankets and watch the film. Y/N starts off watching the movie and eating snacks but slowly changes her focus to Harry, who’s watching the movie intently. She stares at him, admiring his beauty and his festive outfit. He’s wearing black corduroy pants with a white cardigan that has different colored hearts stitched all around. Her favorite part has to be the hearts on his nails. Y/N wishes she had gotten the idea, but she hopes she can convince him to get his nails done with her next month. Something tells her it won’t be hard to get him to say yes.

She’s lost in thought until Harry throws popcorn at her forehead. She watches it land on her lap before turning to Harry, who can’t stop laughing. “Sorry, poppet. You were lost. I needed to bring you back.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, picks up the popcorn, and pops it into her mouth. “Yummy.”

“What were you thinking?” Harry looks at her, intrigued, forgetting about the movie.

She shrugs, “about you.”

Harry feels his cheek burn but doesn’t dare look away from her. “Me? Little ol’ me,” he jokes.

“Thinking we should get our nails done together.” Y/N flashes him her chipped yellow nails. Harry smiles because it’s a thought he had when he went to get them done with his friend Ash.

“I’ll set up an appointment for us,” he tells her, and just like that, Y/N knows Harry’s her perfect match. Y/N had a hard time dating, continually fearing that her partner would get tired of spending time with her, but here Harry is happy to indulge her in getting their nails done together.

Harry reaches forward, brushing her hair away, “you’ve become my favorite person, Y/N.” He looks at her so intently that all she can do is kiss him. His hand rests on her cheek as he deepens the kiss. It’s easy to get lost in each other, enjoying the taste of cherry cola and sweet caramel popcorn. “Can I tell you something?”

“Always,” Y/N rests her head against one of the pillows, letting Harry cuddle closer to her. He lets out a deep breath reaching over for another strawberry Y/N made, and takes a bit. Y/N doesn’t feel the need to rush him, knowing he’s opening up at his own pace. “I never cared about Valentine’s day,” Harry confesses as he finishes the strawberry in his hand.

Harry smiles as he catches Y/N watching him. She’s smiling at him, and Harry knows he’ll never get tired of her smile. “I-I don’t think I’ve ever celebrated this holiday. Always gift my friends flowers and call it a day. The shop is usually busy. Gus does tattoo flashes for a few holidays. It’s another normal day,” Y/N shrugs, trying to brush off how much today actually means to her.

He nods, “I think any day spent with you is special.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, “you did not just say that!”

“What?” Harry laughs, confused. “I was being sincere.”

“You’ve been sweet the entire evening, and that’s enough, Harry.”

The rest of the night is spent sharing childhood stories and awful university first dates. It’s clear Harry has had the worst, but Y/N thinks she’s had the most embarrassing. It doesn’t matter because, at the end of the day, they’re just stories to be shared. Y/N doesn’t know where she and Harry will be in three months, let alone a year, but she knows the memories she’s creating with Harry will be worth sharing.

[livsgovan69]

Do you want a baby

Notes: Chris and you try for a baby after seeing your friends baby. 

Timeline: IDK 

Warnings: Smut with family fluff

It’s been months since we’ve seen our friends. Jason and Layla had a baby, Abel, last September and he turned a year old not too long ago. We couldn’t make it to the party, unfortunately, but we planned to surprise them (despite having already checked if they were free the day we planned to go). Chris left the party city with a 

“Happy Birthday” balloon and wrapping paper PJ Masks themed. As Chris drove I wrapped the gift we already had for the baby. It wasn’t the best, but on the road, it was the best it was going to get. I should’ve told Chris to buy a gift bag. Layla and Abel were already outside when we arrived. Her smile widened as we got out the car. On her hip was the little bub we hadn’t seen in so long. 

“Hiiiii!” I dragged out, giving them both huge hugs. 

“Say hi, Abel.” She picked up his small hand and he babbled a Hi and other nonsense I didn’t understand. My heart swooned. Chris wrapped his arm around my waist and crouched low enough to make faces at Abel. 

“Oh you’re huge now!” He says, tickling his side. Abel gave a smile but it quickly faltered. He shuffled off his mom’s hip and grabbed her hand as he made his way to the door, wobbly like his head was too heavy for his body. 

“Please come in.”  Layla says, relentlessly drawn by her one year old. 

“Jason’s on a grocery run, told him to pick up some sushi on the way. Have you guys eaten?” 

“No, not yet.” 

“Perfect.” We spent the next thirty minutes laughing and sitting back. Chris played with Abel, mindlessly bored without Jason here; but he still added his feedback like he was paying attention to our conversation while he raced toy cars with Abel. I knew him enough that he probably was listening, just not enough to not give any attention to the child. That’s what I liked about him. The front door sprung open, followed by a knock. 

“Hey! Hey!” Jason greeted a with a big smile, grocery bags and a six pack juggling in his hands. Both Abel and Chris looked up with identical happy smiles. Abel lifted himself on one knee and lopsidedly crawled across the floor to his dad. By then, Jason put the groceries on the table and outstretched his arms to catch his baby. He swung him up and threw him into the air until Abel giggled. It suddenly made me think of Chris and how he’s like with his nieces and nephews; how he could possibly be with his own. 

“Chris! Diana !” I stood up and followed after Chris. They shared a brotherly hug and I gave him a greeting kiss on the cheek. 

“I’ve got beers, wine, sushi. Please, make yourselves at home.” I couldn’t deny that I missed this— hanging with our friends and catching up on our lives, sharing funny stories and choking on our food from how much laughter we brought out of each other. After Abel fell asleep and the loud fun was over, Layla sent the guys off to Jason’s man-cave, desperately needing me alone. 

“Sooooo,” she says. It’s one of those dragged out so’s that means she’s expecting news. She has me stretched out, shoeless feet on the couch, glass of wine in hand, and a toy I can’t seem to grasp poking at the small of my back. I steal a cracker from the half-eaten tray in front of us and smile just to give her the same energy. 

“Sooooo.” She laughs.

“You’re not gonna tell me what’s up!” 

“What do you mean?” I laughed. 

“You’re not pregnant.” My eyes flung wide. 

“No— oh god, do I look pregnant?” 

“No, I’m just saying you and Chris look…” she searched for the word.

“What?” I got nervous with every second of silence. 

“Healthy.” I could feel my eyes brows raise unconsciously. Did we not look healthy before? Like she read my mind, she followed after her sentence quickly. 

“I don’t mean you didn’t look healthy before, I’m just saying you look so happy, so gleeful and bright. Just thought you had exciting news, that’s all.” 

“Well, I’m not pregnant.” I answer, seriously so she wouldn’t think otherwise. 

“But Chris and I are happy, incredibly so. And very healthy.” She hummed and nodded like she wasn’t fully convinced I wasn’t telling her everything. 

“Tell me about the anniversary.” She grabbed a cracker from the tray. A grin grew on my face. She looked up at me and her smile matched mine. 

“Uh oh, I know that face. What’d he do? Because he didn’t knock you up, that’s for sure.” I pushed her shoulder and she laughed. I smiled.  

“We just ate dinner the two of us,” I smiled wider. 

“then he went down on me like five times.” She laughed like a school girl and suddenly I felt like a teenager again. 

“Then it was just the best sex of my life.” 

“Oh. My. God. Every detail, now.” 

“Hard, rough, so much dirty talk— he kept talking about how pretty I would look with his baby inside of me— I have never cummed so hard and so fast, Lay, I’m serious.” 

She laughed hysterically, I hushed her like she forgot her child was sleeping upstairs. She covered her mouth and scooted closer like she had a secret. 

“I remember me and Jason’s anniversary.” Her eyes widened. 

“Last year. That’s when Abel was conceived.” 

“You’re kidding.” She shook her head. 

“That’s why I thought maybe you were— I don’t know.” She looked down at my stomach. I patted it and shook my head. 

“Well, I’m not.” There was a shift in energy, I wasn’t sure why. The excitement was sucked from us and the air grew thick. She knew better than me, her face showed it. 

“Have you talked to him about kids?” 

“I mean, obviously. We just- we’ve both been busy, there’s not enough time to think about it too much. We just know we want them, yknow.” She nodded. She poked my side and set her wine aside. 

“You should tell him.” “What exactly?” She drops her head on my shoulder and hugs me. 

“That you want one now.” Did I want one now, though? A child that would give us ten times more responsibilities than we have?… I do. I look at Layla and all the toys on the floor. I look at every bit of evidence that proves they have a bundle of joy, and envy it. I do want it. I want it bad, and I want it now. 

“Ok.” I tell her. It’s dark out now. Chris has Billy Joel low, humming along to some of the songs as he drives. But I keep thinking about what Layla said and reimagine that night of our anniversary: instead of him pulling out, he fills me with his warm cum. I crave it more now, to the point where my legs close shut for a small sense of relief. Slowly, his hand cascaded along my thigh. I looked at him and he smiled, glancing back and forth from the road. 

“You okay? You’ve been a bit quiet since we left.” 

“Just feel a bit tired, that’s all.” Confusion fled his face. 

“Yeah?” 

“Mhm.” We entered the garage and he shut the engine off, but he grabbed my knee again before I could get up. 

“Baby-“ I looked back at him and smiled, but his eyes told he saw through my facade. He always could. 

“Something’s on your mind, talk to me.” 

“…Over some wine and cereal?” He rolled his eyes but smiled. 

“As long as you talk to me!” 

“I will, promise.” I kissed his cheek. Once inside, we went our separate ways: Chris to our bedroom, and me to the kitchen. Dodger kept circling around my legs every time I opened a new cabinet. He was looking for treats; I was looking for a cup and some wine. I got two glasses and poured 1982 Pavillon Rouge wine, it was one of the good ones we had stored at the very top. Then, I felt his hand. His soft, large hands circle around my waist and push me against him. His lips grazed under my ear and I let him see through me. I shut my eyes and let every guard I put up for myself turn into liquid. I wanted him to know everything, let him have control over me, do everything he wanted and more. 

“You wanna talk to me now?” He grumbled against my neck, pressing a chaste kiss there before pulling back and turning my head to his. His fingers were delicate under my chin, but I didn’t look at him. He turned me by the waist but didn’t let me leave him, he pressed me right back into his chest. 

“Look at me, baby.” I opened my eyes. 

“Tell me.” 

“Chris,” the words seemed so simple but somehow felt so difficult . It’s just Chris, I reminded myself— my comfort, my love, my husband; I love him, I want this with him, I want him to give this to me. I said his name again. He kissed my head and cheek then looked back into my eyes. Please, it’s just me, they said. 

“I want a baby.” The tightness left my chest and he smiled. 

“You know how much I love you, right?” He asked. I knew, but I had a feeling he was going to tell me regardless. He kissed my lips so hard I thought they would bruise by the end of it. 

“I love you so much,”—he kissed them again— 

“you don’t understand just how long I’ve been waiting to give you this—“ again. 

“to get you pregnant—“ again. 

“to see you big and full of my baby—“ again and again and again. I was smiling like an idiot now. 

“God.” He murmured breathlessly against my lips. Somewhere between one sip of wine and making our way up the stairs to our bedroom, our clothes were being pulled off one by one. His lips traveled up and down my bare shoulder, his hand caressed my breast, the other my ass, and all I could do was breathe him in and pull his hair to show him he’s doing all the right things. He knows, though. He always knows. His lips went up to mine, he took them between his, softer and more sensual than the last. He hiked my legs to wrap over his waist and he positioned himself. I felt him on me, his bare tip brushing my slit. He looked at me and smiled, I smiled back— then I moaned. 

“Chris!” I grabbed his arm.

“Fuck.” He was fully inside me, digging into everywhere I needed. He kissed my knee with a furrow in his brows. Then he pulled out, now only inches in me. 

“How much do you want this?” He asked. 

“So much.” He thrusted back into me and groaned under his breath. 

“How much?” 

“Fuck, Chris, so much.” And again, he pulled out and thrusted back in. 

“Yeah?” I could already feel myself losing my voice. I nodded and looked at him, right above me. He kissed my swollen lips then kissed my head. 

“I’ll give it to you, Diana . I’ll give you anything you want and more— Fuck, I could give you the world if I could. You deserve it, you deserve it so much.” He fucked me, hard, slow, fast. His lips went to my neck, shoulders, cheeks, forehead, lips, and ears. And his hands pinched my ass, waist, and thighs. He gave me every bit of love he could express through this while he finished inside me and gave me what I wanted. I sighed, satisfied, wasted. He gave me his all, and three orgasms. I was wasted. He pulled out of me, wearily. His fingers touched my sticky thighs and went into me. 

“What are you-“ 

“Gotta make sure it works.” He smirks with weary eyes. He was pushing every bit of cum that leaked out back into me before he licked his fingers off. 

“Wait here.” He said as if I could move with how tired I was. He came back with a wet towel and wiped me clean, he helped me up, sat me on the toilet and watched me pee. He was smiling, I was smiling, but I wanted him to tell me what his reason for looking at me so dazed was. 

“What?” I asked.

 “I can’t wait.” He said. He leaned down to kiss me. 

“I can’t wait to meet her, spoil her, raise her with you. I can’t wait.” 

“What makes you so sure it’ll be a girl?” 

“I don’t know, but I’m hoping for someone like you; just as amazing, just as beautiful.” He kissed me. The next morning, Chris insisted we make love again, just in case it didn’t work. And all those attempts must’ve because only two weeks later were we staring down at a positive pregnancy test, kissing, crying, and already searching for baby names.

[sacremhio]

Mr. Mailman - Drama

Written by Sacremhio

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It was a sunny day in his village, the clouds were visible and the wind was clear. Bright blue sky like his bright blue eyes. They call him “Mr. Mailman” or just “Daniel”. Daniel grew up in a small city in Indiana. His grandma took care of him after his parents died in a car accident. Since he was a kid, He always wanted to be a Teacher or a Chef, Unfortunately, They can’t afford to send him to school. Then, Three Exact Years ago. He applied to be one of the mailmen in his village. He knows how to ride a bike and he memorized all of the ways in his village. Daniel is a smart and bright kid, He earns money for their bills and his Grandma’s medicine. His life is pretty normal until the recent storm.

He was cooking dinner. It was a cold and airy evening. He opened their TV to know what is going on, “Good Evening, People, The super typhoon storm is heading to Indiana, Officials suggest that they should evacuate due this storm being the Most powerful in history of Mankind.”. He immediately went upstairs to check his grandma. He said “Grandma !!.. We need to evacuate, I know a place and It’s very dangerous here”. His Grandma looked at him in shock. She realized how serious the situation was. They immediately start to pack up important things. They also bring the envelopes or letters that are supposed to be sent tomorrow but then her grandma opened one letter, It is titled “My Last words”. Then she read the first paragraph, “My sweet angel, Demmie, I know it’s been hard for you to stay there but I wish I could be there with you until my last moments. I’m hoping you will read this and think of our relationship. I know that I'm not a good Dad but I want you to know that I tried. The Doctor said my body couldn’t take the medicine anymore, It’s destroying my cells and organs. Tomorrow morning is my last. Just say hi to my grandchild. Your sister told me you’re pregnant. I love you, My sweet angel.” Her grandma didn’t realize that Daniel was listening, Her grandma burst out into tears. It was a moment of silence covered by the sound of strong winds and swaying trees. “You have to give this to her before the storm”. Said by his grandma. “No! We have to evacuate now, We or I don’t have time to deliver messages.” Said by Daniel. His grandma is touched by the message. She couldn’t resist not sending the message to Demmie, She knew that it’s important, She knew.

When Daniel’s parents died in a car accident they were going to the city to buy ingredients and designs for his birthday, But 2 days passed and they didn’t come home. She thought that it’s because of their work or sudden clients because they didn’t receive any word or message from them. It was Daniel’s 9th birthday. They didn’t have food so She just cooked macaroni and cheese and made orange juice. “Where is mom and dad?” asked Daniel. “Oh, They were just buying many gifts for you so they need a lot of time, remember?” Daniel smiled at his grandma and that sweet and fun moment changed after a mailman knocked. “Mr and Ms. Swolly?”. She rushed to the door hoping she would see her daughter and her husband, But No, It was a message. She opened the message and Daniel told him to read it out loud. He thought that it’s a “Secret Message” sent by his parents to tease or trick him. She read it out loud as she thought that it’s a “Secret Message” too. “Good Day, I hope this message finds you well. This is the Indianapolis West Hospital writing for the family of, Mr and Ms. Swolly. Two days ago at 9:16 PM, An accident happened near the Gas Station causing almost Six cars to crash into each other. We are devastated to deliver this message to you but Mr and Ms Swolly is one of the six cars that exploded and destroyed. May their spirit rest in peace and Our deepest condolences to the family.” Her tears are running down to her face as it falls to the thin piece of paper. She immediately heard Daniel’s soft crying. It was the hardest and painful moment of their Life.

His grandma remembers that exact moment, “Remember when we received the message about your parents? We are mad because we received that message late. That can happen to this girl too, You have to give this letter to her, This is his last chance to his Daughter.”. Said furiously by his grandma. Daniel stood there in shock thinking of what to do. He knew the feeling and it was the saddest and heaviest feeling that he ever felt. “But grandma, the storm will land a few hours from now. We still need to evacuate and delivering this message would take all of our time,” said by daniel. Her grandma gave him the letter and said, “I’d rather be dead than to see other people feel the same feeling that you felt. So please, Deliver this last message, Mr Mailman.” Daniel hugged her grandma as he remembers those moments of silence every night when he heard his grandma’s silent cries and prayers for his parents. He knew that She’s right. He immediately walked out and wore a green jacket and a helmet. He unchains his bike and starts to read the address of the message. It was 4 blocks away from their house. On a normal day, It will take 20 minutes to get there but Now that everyone is leaving the town, there’s a ton of cars and traffic. It will take about an hour.

He got on his bike and he looked around to think of the best shortcuts he could use. He’s pedaling through cars and trucks. The wind is so strong that he can see trees falling everywhere. They hear the loud thunder noise across the sky. Then, It rains, the rain is not normal, it's heavy and windy and everywhere is very foggy. It’s hard for him to see the road so he chose to bike to the streets. Less cars but more tighter and dangerous ways. He felt the cold breeze of air entering his body, His body was shaking and his mouth started to turn violet. The envelope was in his bike’s bag. He made sure that it’s sealed so even if it rains it won’t be wet. His hands are so shaky that he couldn’t even bike. He chose to walk with his bike. He can’t focus on biking because of his body shaking. He felt like he’s gonna pass out soon until he heard a voice. “Hey!, Kid?!.. What are you doing out in this Weather?”. Then, He saw a man walking towards him. He’s wearing a big and fluffy brown jacket and an Umbrella. He opened his flashlight and he saw Daniel's face pale. “What the fuck are you doing outside? This is suicide you know?”. Said by the Man. “I’m Mailman and I’m delivering this message, This message is very important for–” answered by Daniel but the man cuts him off. “Kid, You listen to me, This storm is not the only threat for us.. Some people are mad crazy that they will steal or kill people in their houses just to survive and leave and you being out here and alive?.. Are you homeless?”.. Daniel looked at him in confusion, “What?.. You know what i gotta get going, I need to deliver this message, My grandma is alone.”.. Said by Daniel then he walks away.. As he walked away the guy screamed, “Kid? What do you mean your grandma is alone? Where do you fucking live?”. Daniel turned around in confusion and irritation. “Like.. 2 blocks away from here? Carnapolio street.”. He sprint towards him, “Carnapolio street?.. That’s the street where the thieves live,”. Daniel’s jaw dropped and he felt confused and shocked. He wanted to come back but She said that the message was important. “Did your grandma send you here? There’s no human on earth would let some kid to deliver a fucking message in the middle of a super fucking typhoon.” said by the man. Daniel looked at the man’s eyes and remembered what her grandma told him.. “I’d rather be dead than to see other people feel the same feeling that you felt.” Those words lingered in his brain. He thought that if it’s true then it’s very important for him to deliver the message so he could go back. “Yes, My grandma said that I need to deliver this message and after what you said, I really need to deliver this message even more than before.” He walked away from the man, he threw his bike aside and he just ran and ran and ran until he saw the house.

The house is simple but it’s foggy that he can only see parts of it, the bright yellow light helps him to see the door. He knocks and someone opens the door. It's a pregnant lady holding a big luggage, “Good Evening, This message is for you”. Said calmly by Daniel. “Thank You but Why this late? In the middle of the storm?”asked the girl. “My grandma said it’s important and it’s crucial for you to read the message as early as possible.” She looked at him in confusion, She said ThankYou to Daniel and closed the door. After Daniel delivered the message he felt something hugging him. It was cold but warm. It made him cry as the rain weakened. He walks through the dark streets to his house. He spent time thinking about his grandma while walking. He wants to say something to her, he’s very concerned about his grandma, “Is she alive?Is she okay?”. Those questions lingered to his brain and then he reached their house. It’s not raining anymore but the wind is still strong. Their street is like a ghost town. No people, No cars and no sounds other than the trees swinging and the strong grasp of cold wind. He opened the door and saw no one, he rushed upstairs and saw no one. He fell to his knees crying, His screams are the only sound that you can hear around their street. “My grandma.. Where are you?...” said Daniel in whispers while crying.. “I’m always here Daniel.. Forever, On your side.”. Daniel then realized what happened, her grandma left the city, she didn’t have time to wait for him, But he saw his grandma's luggage still unpacked. He heard a voice again. “Go on, Mr. Mailman, continue sending messages, You can let go of things, that’s why you’re a Mailman. You’re not supposed to take the message and own them. You have to let them go and find their purpose. Let go, My baby boy, Daniel.”. He knew that it’s his grandma. He couldn’t accept that his grandma died 3 years ago. He decided to be a Mailman because he thought that delivering messages to other people can somehow connect them since people often labeled him as “Alone” or “Crazy”.

It was an eye opening situation for Daniel but He will continue to be a Mailman even though he himself wishes that he could just deliver his own messages to his parents and Grandmother. Since then Daniel began to seek professional assistance and after a while they found out that he has Schizophrenia but he said he wanted to name his situation as “Mr. Mailman”

One doctor called his name, “Daniel Swolly?”.. Daniel raised his hand and said “Here”. The doctor told Daniel about the rules and regulations of the hospital, The curfews and the food. While the doctor was talking, Daniel saw a pile of envelopes in the corner of the room. He quietly stood up and picked up the messages. The doctor didn’t realize that Daniel was gone. Daniel then started to roam the hallway holding envelopes and started giving to other patients. He was smiling but he felt the tears running down to his face. One patient asked him. “Who are you?”.. He looked at her eyes.. “I’m Mr. Mailman.”

[fallershipping]

I'm working on a chapter that I've dubbed the "daddy issues chapter" but I have to say I think the dynamic of Looker as a mentor figure to Haru ultimately works out because it's pretty far removed from a typical family. By the time he reunites with Looker in Alola post faller/timeline mess he's in his thirties so even when (because you've sold me on them) Looker and Anabel become an item he's more or less past his issues through years of therapy and distance. He wasn't ever comfortable enough to call Looker 'dad' until he lost him F.

Ironically on the other hand Haruko's best friend and basically his older sister Lyric calls him "Pops" from the moment she meets him and it throws him a little LMAO.

(I had to take a break on the chapter because writing tense or emotionally fraught scenes is hard esp if things are fine until suddenly they aren't. The context being Looker found out Haru's birthday was four months ago (they've been living together for six-ish months now) and he just never said anything.

So Looker asks for advice from the person who knows Haru best and gets him the thing he would want most as a present because there's no way I see him not being so thoughtful.

ANYWAYS SORRY FOR THE WORD SPAM... I just wanted to share my love but also the complexity for writing Looker in these situations

I'll be interested in your character Haru discovering Looker once again! :3c Certainly a lot has changed and it'll be super fun to see how two people went on to have completely different lives based on timeline/multiverse shenanigans. I'm wondering how Looker even disappeared in the first place, too! (I know it's possibly Ultra Wormholes but yknow, quite the event)

'Pops' is funny because that's what Lupin called Zenigata in the dub so it fits Looker very much. :y I think Emma should have called him that in the english localization or her friends...

it's very sweet for Looker to do that and I can see it happening/have thought of this scenario before! Since in my verse, him and Anabel don't have solid birth dates, he does give Anabel a "birth date" gift as the one she took on her Interpol ID/license. (and vice versa, returning the favor) Even then, Looker is SUCH a massive gift-giver in canon. Just gives things away like trainer items or stuff for adventures, stuff that can really help trainers. I'm certain he'd try his best to give Haru something meaningful, since he's determined to always show others that he cares. (i mean gave a whole APARTMENT IN PARIS to emma so there's that)

I hope it goes well for you during writing! Emotionally charged pieces of art can be daunting, but you'll get through that hill soon enough!

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Scrapbook: Epilogue

Title: Your Eyes Look Like Coming Home (Epilogue) 

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI 

Pairing: Mike x Black!OFC (Dimples) 

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld 

Word Count: 1.8K 

Summary: A collection of moments with Mike and Daisy (Dimples) and their daughter Aisha (Honey). 

Chapter Summary: When Honey turns 2, Mike and Dimples have to make an announcement. When Mike turns 25, Dimples gifts him something special. 

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff 

A/N: This is the end of the road, folks. Thank you to everyone who stuck around for this little story. I hope you enjoy! Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.  

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One Year Later 

“Happy Birthday to you!” Everyone is gathered around Honey while she sits in her highchair with a tiny cake all to herself, made by Auntie Erika. She waits until everyone is done singing before she blows out her two candles. She claps along with everyone else when they cheer for her. Digging into the cake with her hands, Mike and Dimples have their cameras out taking photos of their daughter. 

After everyone has their cake and Honey opens all her gifts, the party starts to die down a little. Cherie takes Honey inside to play with her toys and the grownups sit outside in the backyard. While Dimples and the ladies are busy getting all the trash together, Mike sits with his grandpa Gus, his father, and his uncle. 

“So, when are you two gonna tell us about the baby?” Gus starts, nursing a beer like he hadn’t just put Mike on the spot. 

“Tell you about what baby?” Mike asks, unconvincingly. 

“Walter, look at that girl. Tell me that isn’t the tell-tale sign of a bump.” Gus nudges Mike’s elbow while Mike looks to his dad for help. 

“Gus, leave the boy alone. If they’re not ready to announce it, they’re not ready. Simple as that.” Walter shrugs and pats Mike’s knee. 

“It’s gonna be a boy.” Sy offers, and Mike’s eyes widen. 

The other three men look at Sy in disbelief, wondering how he could possibly know the sex of a baby that wasn’t even confirmed yet. 

“Well, her skin is still clear. And it looks like she’s carrying low. When she was pregnant with Honey, she carried high and had acne. Just like Nettie did with Cherie. I mean, it could be an old wives’ tale. But it still came true twice, so...” Sy trails off and laughs with the older men while Mike nods and laughs to himself. 

When he looks up, Dimples is walking over and pulling him away from everyone. 

“They know. Nettie and Hope know I’m pregnant and I didn’t have to tell them at all.” Dimples almost shrieks when she tells Mike that their happy announcement is kind of ruined. 

“Yeah, Grandpa Gus and Dad and Uncle Sy pointed it out as well. Oh, and Sy says we’ll have a boy which is exciting.” Mike tries to lighten the mood and Dimples chuckles despite herself. 

Honey comes running out of the house behind them holding her favorite pink triceratops. She runs into Mike’s legs and raises her arms up. “Daddy up pwease?” Cherie comes out of the house shortly after, going to sit between Sy and Nettie. 

“Come here, Honey,” Mike picks her up and gives her a bunch of kisses on her face and Honey bursts into a fit of giggles. Mike holds Honey and grabs Dimples’ hand and walks over to where the other adults are sitting. 

“Daddy? When baby coming?” Mike and Dimples look at each other and realize there is no point in hiding it anymore. 

“Seems like everybody already knows, but just to make it official, Dimples just made it through her first trimester a couple of days ago with our second baby.” Mike kisses Dimples’ temple and pulls her close. 

“I’m very emotional right now. So, please don’t take my crying for being upset. I’m actually really happy, I promise.” Dimples wipes at her eyes and the group of adults laugh and stand up giving hugs all around. 

Grandpa Gus watches as his family grows larger by the minute. 

Six Months Later 

Henry “Bubba” Marshall is born at 9 lbs 10 oz and 21 inches long. Mike is so proud of himself that he didn’t faint at all during this pregnancy. He cut the umbilical cord and is surprised at how big this baby is. When the doctor laid him on Dimples’ chest, it is a miracle she could hold him. 

Mike and Dimples name Evan and Hope as godparents for Bubba. Grandpa Gus makes his way past the rest of the family so he can see his great-grandson. When he finally sits down and is handed Bubba, he chokes up. A few silent tears fall, and he laughs a bit to himself. 

“Grandpa Gus, you okay?” Mike asks from his perch on the side of Dimples’ hospital bed. 

“I just can’t believe how handsome he is. Just like his father, his father before him, and me of course. I guess he had no choice but to be a looker,” Gus chuckles and looks down as Bubba yawns and shifts in his arms, “Also, this boy is big as hell. He is gonna eat you out of house and home. Good luck with that.” 

“Gus, don’t scare them,” Walter walks over and pats Mike’s shoulder before leaning in to whisper, “But you know he’s not gonna fit any of that newborn clothing you got for him, right?” 

Mike and Dimples look at each other and can’t help but laugh at their little predicament. 

Another Six Months Later 

At Honey’s 3rd birthday party, Bubba crawls around the party. And boy, is he fast! He keeps not only Mike and Dimples on their toes. But he also keeps his big sister busy trying to keep her toys out of his mouth. 

“Bubba, no! Don’t eat Pinky!” Honey takes her pink triceratops out of her brother’s hands and replaces it with one of his Little Peoples toys. 

When Mike and Dimples catch up to where the two kids have gotten to, they are out of breath. Honey can only laugh which makes Bubba laugh. And the chain reaction sends their parents into a giggling fit as well. 

“Daddy? Can we open presents now?” Honey asks, trying to wrangle her brother into staying in one place. 

“I think that is a perfect idea, Honey.” Mike picks up Honey while Dimples picks up Bubba and they make their way over to the oversized present pile.  

Bubba tries his best to help open gifts but ends up playing with the wrapping paper and the boxes that Honey’s toys come in. Nothing makes Bubba happier than making his big sister laugh and Honey loves to play with her little brother. She treats him like her own personal baby doll, and he adores her for it. 

After the party dies down and the backyard is cleaned up, Mike decides to take a nap on the couch. Honey and Bubba were playing in the living room but when they see Daddy laying down, they decide to crawl on top of him. At first, they try to wake him up but when that doesn’t work, they just get comfy and go to sleep as well. 

Dimples comes into the living room when she notices it’s oddly quiet. The sight she happens upon makes her swoon. Mike is sprawled out on the couch; Honey is laying on her back across his chest while Bubba is wrapped around Mike’s thigh. Their soft snores are filling the room and it’s the cutest thing Dimples has ever seen. 

She takes out her phone to capture the moment and another idea pops into her head for what to do for Mike’s birthday gift. Putting her phone away, she pries Bubba from around Mike’s thigh and gently wakes Mike so he can put Honey to bed as well. Mike and Dimples go to bed, and they are both so tired that they just cuddle up to one another and are asleep within moments. 

A Few Months Later 

Getting Mike out of the house for most of the day is the trickiest part of Dimples’ plan. She gets Walter and Sy to take him to lunch and a movie. When he comes back home, the house is too quiet and too dark, so he goes into the backyard to look for his family. 

He is genuinely shocked when everyone jumps out and shouts “Happy Birthday!” Dimples runs up to him with the kids following her. He hugs and kisses all of them, so happy to see that they (mostly Dimples) planned a surprise party for him.  

Mike makes his way around the guests at the party and thanks them for coming. Looking around the backyard, he notices that photos are lining the fence around the yard. Moving closer to one photo, he smiles to himself and wonders how Dimples got this one. 

“I hope you don’t mind I took that one from your phone. It’s one of my favorites,” Dimples is at his side, looking at the photo that Mike took of the day Honey was born and they were still in the hospital room. It was the day they became a family, “If you like that one, you’re gonna love your gift.” 

Mike just looks at her and smiles, feeling so lucky to have her as his spouse. Dimples grabs his hand and brings him over to the present pile. She hands him a large box and wishes him a happy birthday once again.  

Taking the box, he sits down to open it. Inside the box is a beautiful leather-bound book. Mike opens it and is surprised to see photos of himself. The photos include moments of his childhood, of his and Dimples’ wedding, and over the years with the kids. With every page he turns, he is transported to different moments of his life. The last page that is decorated has a large photo from Honey’s 3rd birthday with Mike asleep on the couch with the kids asleep on him. 

“I really hope you like this scrapbook baby. I figure we can keep adding memories to it with photos or paintings from Honey and Bubba. So, do you like it?” Dimples asks, her sweet face showing her hopeful expression. 

“I love it, Dimples. I love you so much. This is such a great gift! I can’t believe you got all these memories together. Thank you, baby.” Mike hugs her and kisses her neck. 

“You are very welcome, Mikey. I love you too. Now, I suggest we do cake soon, the kids will have their sugar crash then you can see the other gift I got you for your birthday.” Dimples wraps her arms around his neck and waggles her eyebrows. 

“Would this gift happen to be on the sexy side of things?” Mike looks around before grabbing a handful of Dimples’ backside. 

“Oh, my goodness, Mike! You'll find out later. Now, enjoy your party and be patient and you’ll be rewarded handsomely.” Dimples pecks his lips and walks away to wrangle up everyone for cake. 

Mike watches her walk away to get the kids where they are hanging off Grandpa Gus. Looking around, he is surrounded by everyone he loves. He is so lucky to have a wonderful wife, adorable kids, and a loving extended family. He smiles to himself and realizes he won’t have much to wish for when he blows out his candles.  

And that’s not a bad problem to have. 

A/N: Now, does this make up for Make That Kitty Purr? Can I write other Mike stories now? The song for this chapter is Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift (feat. Ed Sheeran).  

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[swampndn]

CW: child sexual assault, child abuse, alcoholism

Six years ago today, I finally found my maternal grandfather’s people. I've been thinking a lot about him recently and feeling that grief of all he lost. Then I got the Facebook memory reminder. So I wanna talk about him. Feels like I should.

His name was James, and he was stolen as a toddler and sold to a Mormon family in Utah. He never knew his tribe or where he came from, just that he was Native. When he escaped as a teen, he went to Oklahoma because that's where he knew the Natives were and thought it'd be his best chance. He ended up in Vietnam, survived the Navy, came back to Oklahoma, then met my maternal grandmother (a white woman), and quickly had my mother and uncle shortly after.

My mother's mother was an evil woman. She and her entire racist ass family are. They hated my grandfather because of who he was, so much so that they lied to the courts and said that he was a drunk to take away his kids. It worked. This all happened exactly 1 year before the Indian Child Welfare Act too. Before that, he never drank in his life, but after that loss, he started and, unfortunately, couldn't stop for nearly 15 years.

My mom was then raised and physically/sexually abused by her white family. They constantly told her and my uncle that they should be ashamed of being Native because of their father, and those people did everything they could to make them white. My mom's a deeply complicated person, especially being that she couldn't break the cycle of abuse with my siblings and I. But this post isn't about her. My uncle also experienced the physical abuse, and he developed a drug addiction when he was just 12yo to cope. My grandfather developed alcoholism during this separation period, and his health began to decline.

But! Good news! When my mom ran away from home at 16yo, my father's family took her in. My mom said that she was immediately drawn to my dad because he was Native, connected to his people, and came from an unapologetically Native home. So she finally found some kind of community, and also she was finally able to reconnect with her dad. (And also in the eventual marrying of my father, they ex-communicated my mom. I got a wild story from when I was about 8yo and the first and last time I met them, but that's for a different post for a different day.)

The day she got in contact with my grandfather after being forcibly no contact her entire upbringing was the day he stopped drinking cold turkey. She talks about how after that he was at every single school event and every holiday. My uncle finally got out of there too, and he also reconnected with my grandfather. My dad's family welcomed them both.

My uncle died at 18yo from the lingering effects of his addiction about a year before I was born. It was sudden and unexpected, especially since he, like my grandfather, had stopped using when he reunited with his dad. My mom talks about how involved and happy my uncle was with my sister as a baby. He was James, Jr., but went by Jimmy mainly.

My grandfather had also been heavily involved with us, and he had some kind of prophecy gift. He predicted the sex of all of my mom's kids just by touching her belly, and he knew a bunch of other things too. He used to take my sister and I fishing nearly every weekend, and he got me a Minnie Mouse fishing pole to use. He taught my sister how to ride a bike. I was still too little for a bike, but he got me a tricyle. One Christmas, he rented a helicopter after saving up all year and flew into a neighborhood park dressed like Santa. I do wish I could remember those things firsthand, but I've been told about them and seen lots of pictures.

Unfortunately, all of that was short-lived because he died the day after my sister's 5th birthday when I was only 3yo. We knew something was wrong because he wasn't at her party, and in all this time, he never missed a single event. Even though he never drank again, his prior alcoholism was so severe that he passed from cirrhosis of the liver. My mom was pregnant with my younger brother at the time, so he never got to meet him - but my grandfather did let my mom know he was a boy. (This was back when IHS refused to do ultrasounds. You know how it is.)

He died in 1996 never knowing who his people are. There were no clues. No one knew anything until March 29, 2018.

Finding his people was completely by chance. I went on a trip in March 2018 with a now ex-partner to the Mescalero Apache rez in New Mexico to see some of his extended family. We got there in the middle of the night, and the next morning (March 29th), I went outside to see the landscape. I'd never been to New Mexico before, so I was excited to see mountains and the desert. The moment I stepped outside of the motel and saw the land, I felt an overwhelming grief that I immediately burst into tears. The only way I could describe it was the feeling of a mother who was convinced her child was no longer alive for years and years, suddenly finding out that her baby survived. I will never forget what that felt like, and honestly, now it feels even more powerful than before. I can hardly even think about it writing this because tears are happening.

As soon as I was able to be coherent again after all that grief, my first thought was that this is where my grandfather was from. I knew it. I was fully convinced. The rest of that trip I kept looking at all these Apache faces in the tribal gas station, on the road, and just around and wondering if any of them were family. So many looked familiar, but I wasn't going to do or say anything until I got home and could try and find some of my grandfather's records. Hell, I didn't even tell my then-partner about it when it happened because I wanted to be sure. He even asked me why I was crying standing outside the motel door, and I just said that the land was so beautiful that I was moved. Fortunately for me (one of the many bad signs for him) is that he didn't ask any follow-up questions, so I was able to keep it to myself for the time being.

When I got back home, I got ahold of his birth certificate, and I called the Mescalero Apache records office. After a couple weeks, it was confirmed. He even had living family still. Getting that phone call was so emotional, and I still cry about the relief and also the anger that he died not knowing. I know his spirit is at peace now, and every time I've been to New Mexico since 2018, I feel such a comfort. The land told me on March 29, 2018, and today I'm just thinking about how grateful I am that she did.

As I have been thinking a lot about grief, land, healing, legacy, blood memory, the responsibilities of parenthood, and the next seven generations recently (mainly due to a project I've been working on this week), I don't think it's an accident that today was the anniversary of that event while I go into a performance tomorrow about just this very thing: the land grieving and healing and telling us why.

There's not too many pictures of him because he was the one usually taking pictures of us. But here's a candid I have from my toddler days (mid-blink lol).

[intosnarkness]

Today in “why am I related to these people?”: it is my dad’s birthday. My uncle, his brother, texted me to make sure he still had dad’s number because dad won’t take his calls. I call dad to make sure I am respecting his boundaries before replying. Uncle proceeds to ask me when my parents moved (two years ago) and ask if my birthday was still in October (…yes? I don’t know how one would change that?) and I sincerely do not like this man and understand why my father won’t talk to him, but I sure do hate the triangulation. If my father would just use his grownup words to tell his brother why he’s mad, it would save me having to text about it every six months.

The funny thing is that I’m the only person on my side he hasn’t totally alienated because I’m too fucking nice to not reply to his texts. My brother won’t talk to him, my dad thinks he should fuck off, and my mom has never liked him. So I’m his last hope, and any time I go to Vegas my gift to myself is not to tell him I’m nearby. All questions he has about family get vetted with said family before they are answered. I am just a mouthpiece, and he has no idea.

Lord save me from my blood relations.

[jaxteller87]

Thankful 2

Jax's POV

Amber and I found ourselves at her parents' old house. She never sold the place after they passed away years ago. Her heart couldn't bear to part with it, which, as it turns out, was a blessing in disguise for us. In times when the club was on lockdown, it served as a safe haven for her. In recent years, it also became a great hiding spot for the kids' Christmas or birthday gifts. We sat in the middle of the living room, examining two large boxes – one was Mary's dollhouse, and the other was Thomas' little orange motorcycle that resembled the old orange Harleys. I know what you must be thinking: it must be nice being a badass biker; surely you have connections to get your kids the best stuff, or you probably stole it, but truth be told, both were purchased during a fantastic Black Friday sale.

"You know, I was going to wrap these boxes," she said, gazing at the gifts and then at me. "But you know they won't have the patience on Christmas morning to wait for us to put everything together..."

"So, put them together and slap on a huge bow," I suggested with a shrug.

"Yup," Amber laughed.

"This reminds me of the time I learned the truth about Santa," I said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I was just six years old, and my excitement was through the roof. On Christmas Eve, I had a master plan to catch Santa in the act of delivering presents, but little did I know, I'd catch somethin' else."

"Your dad?" Amber asked.

"He was still around, but that night, he was with the club. I had this feeling that something interesting was happening when I heard my mom, Gemma, whispering on the phone with someone in the living room. My curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to investigate. I tiptoed down the stairs, determined to uncover the secret. And there she was, my mom, surrounded by wrapping paper, ribbons, tape, toys, and, of course, half a bottle of booze and half a pack of smokes. She was a mess.

"On Christmas Eve? She hadn't done any of the wrapping yet?" Amber pried.

"Nope. My guess was my old man was supposed to help but got called in to deal with club business. I crept down to get a better look, hiding out behind the couch."

"I can't believe I waited until the last minute to wrap these presents," Gemma sighed, taking a swig from the wine bottle.

I couldn't resist revealing myself at this point. I jumped out from behind the couch and exclaimed, "Merry Christmas!"

Mom nearly jumped out of her skin and swung the bottle at my head, not knowing it was me. Luckily, she missed, or we woulda been spendin' Chrismats at St. Thomas Hospital. She turned around, and her eyes went wide when she saw me standing there in my Transformers PJs.

"Well, you caught me, you little shit. I am Santa's little helper tonight; turns out he got tied up somewhere over Mexico."

"I remember asking her if that's who she was on the phone with, trying to keep the magic alive, but I pretty much had it figured out then. So, we spent the next few hours wrapping presents together.

"Wow. That's crazy," Amber said with wide eyes, pushing aside some old junk that had accumulated over the years. "Oh! Here's another reason I like coming to wrap the kids' gifts every year. This, after all these years, is still one of the best gifts you got me." Amber smiled, looking at the clay paw prints of her dogs, Alice and Spike.

She handed it to me, and I ran my finger over the clay piece. "I still wonder how you got Alice and Spike to cooperate," Amber said, smiling at me.

"Getting them to cooperate wasn't the problem; making sure you were out of the house so I could come over was," I laughed, reminiscing.

"Wait a minute, is that why, at the time, Donna was so adamant about us getting our nails done after shopping, so you had enough time?"

"You got it," I laughed, looking at my wife.

Years Ago:

"Okay, you can come over; Donna just left," Kim informed me over the phone.

"Okay, good. I'll be right over. Thanks, Kim, for letting me come over to do this," I replied.

As I hung up the phone, a sense of anticipation surged within me. It was a special project that Amber and I had been secretly planning for a while. With a heart full of excitement, I hurried to Amber's place, my loyal canine companions, Alice and Spike, trailing behind me, their tails wagging in delight.

Upon arriving, I found Amber waiting with an enthusiastic smile. "Jax, she's going to love it; this was a great idea," she exclaimed. We gathered the necessary supplies, including a lump of damp clay, and went outside, where both dogs happily joined us.

With great care, I began working with the clay. I started by pressing Alice's paw into the damp substance, and she responded with an obedient wag of her tail. "Good girl, Alice," I laughed, rewarding her with a treat for her cooperation.

Spike was next, and he was equally well-behaved. "Good boy, buddy," I smiled, giving him a treat as well. Afterward, I meticulously wrote their names beside the imprints, ensuring the keepsake would be complete.

Amber looked at the affectionate interaction between us and laughed softly. "I can't believe you still have this," she said, taking notice of a worn, stuffed dog with a missing eye and a dirty appearance.

Amber reminisced, smiling at old memories that played out in her head. "Oh, if my mom had her way, I would have," she chuckled, referring to the very first gift I ever gave her back in middle school.

I gently teased her, saying, "Amber, honey, it's time. It only has one eye, it's dirty, and you can't even tell it's a dog, honey..."

But Amber's response was unwavering. "No, Mom, it was the first Christmas gift Teller ever gave me. I'll never get rid of it," she declared, hugging the old stuffed dog to her chest, a radiant smile on her face.

Her mother chuckled and tried to persuade her. "Amber, honey..."

But Amber cut her off. "No, Mom, I'm not doing it."

Tears welled up in her eyes as the memories and emotions overwhelmed her. I comforted her, reaching over to wipe her tears away gently. "Amber, sweetheart, it's okay," I reassured her.

"I'm sorry," she chuckled, reluctantly placing the old stuffed dog back in its box.

I moved closer to her, putting my arm around her. "Hey, you never have to say sorry about missing your parents," I whispered. She rested her head on my shoulder, finding solace in my presence.

"I miss them, Teller, a lot… like I always say, since the kids were born, they're missing so much."

"I know," I whispered, kissing the top of her head.

Amber's POV:

As the late evening descended, with the kids all snug in their beds, Jax and I wound up on the patio, savoring a moment of togetherness.

As we passed a joint between us, I began to open up. "You know," I started, handing the joint back to my husband, "I haven't had any of those dreams yet... you know, where all of this is just a dream, and I'm actually in New York, still alone."

He nodded, taking a hit and exhaling slowly. "I don't think I ever told you this part," I continued, a playful giggle escaping my lips. "That the one you were married to…"

A mischievous spark danced in his eyes as he teased, "No, don't tell me I was married to Ima," taking another drag from the joint.

I chuckled, shaking my head. "You sure were."

Jax couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of that idea. "That's a nightmare, not a bad dream," he remarked, snuffing out the joint before discreetly placing it under a potted plant to hide it.

With a smirk, he gently teased me, "Come on, darlin', let's get you to bed," and playfully rolled me back into the house, leaving the memories of those dreams behind for the night.

[kanazawa-division]

ARB Birthday Special: Joey Kurusu

~~ October 9th ~~

“The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them.”

Login Lines:

“Oh shit! Oh shit! I’m late for work! Haaah…why didn’t my alarms go off?! I set up six of them! Man, I knew I shouldn’t stayed up all night gaming! Wataru’s gonna have my a-huh?”

“What’s this? A present? And it’s for me!…Oh crap, so that’s why my alarms didn’t go off, it’s my birthday, haha!”

Voice Lines:

“Damn, I’m 24 now. I know it’s not a huge milestone or anything but after all the shit I went through and coming close to death more times than I would like to admit, I’ve come to learn that time is very precious and I’m thankful for every minute, hour, day, and year that I’m alive….wow, that was hella sappy lmao.”

“Everyone at the station sent me a happy birthday! Even the Narcotics Unit and those guys don’t talk to anyone! Man, it feels like yesterday I was just joining the force, I’m glad to make such nice and cool friends.”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. I just got a text from my dad, he wished me a happy birthday….’why do I look angry?’ I’m not angry! Really, I’m not! It’s just….this is the first time he’s reached out to me in four years…yeah…I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Hahaha! Oh man, my mom is hilarious! She sent me a book a puns….a book of police puns, hehe. Oh, I am definitely going to use these on Wataru and Kyler, maybe this is the day I finally get a smile out of both of them! Wish me luck!”

“Hey Shanny….I’m sorry I haven’t visited in a while, work’s got me in a chokehold right now, especially with all the DRB stuff happening…but I haven’t forgotten you, I would never forget you. I hope you’re doing okay wherever you are, I hope that you’re happy, your big bro is working really hard to find whoever took you away, they’ll get what’s coming to them, I promise.”

“Sorry guys but I’m spending the day with my lovely Mamoru! It’s been a while since we’ve been on a date, I know it’s my birthday but I wanna make this special for him….Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, call me a simp, whatever, I’d gladly be his Tier 3 Sub!….Wait-“

“Wataru! Buddy! You’re here! And here I thought you forgot about little ol’ me!…Ouch! That’s so mean! C’mon man, we’ve known each other for how long?…You’re so cold Wataru, you’re lucky I’m here to thaw that frozen aura of yours, otherwise you’d never have any friends haha, ooooh! A gift! From you! Let’s see what it is!”

“It’s a….a….okay, I’m stumped, what even is this?….Ohhhhh…This is…nice….I guess…Hey! My desk is not messy! Maybe to you but I can easily find whatever I need no problem! It’s called ‘organized chaos’, dude, there’s a method to the madness…Holy fuck, you’re old-“

“Kyler! My dude! Good to see you, man! Feels like it’s been forever since we last hung out…that’s still too long! C’mon dude, not only are we teammates but we’re friends! We should hang out outside of our jobs! Hm? You got something for me? Your bestie? Aw, you shouldn’t have…I’m joking, gimme.”

“Whooooa, sick! A new game! Deadpool huh? This is a character from your American comic books, right? Niiiiiice! I’ve been wanting to play more western games, this is just what I wanted! Thanks Ky! We definitely have to play this together, a game night with the boys! It’ll be awesome!”

Wataru Lines:

“Hello Joey, happy birthday…to be honest, I had completely forgot it was your birthday and even when I remembered, I originally wasn’t going to do anything…*sigh* For the umpteenth time, we are not friends, we are coworkers, I don’t know why that hasn’t clicked for you…Good grief, just take this.”

“It’s a desk organizer, something I noticed that you desperately needed ever since you started working here. It’s irritating to pass by your desk and see all sorts of junk everywhere, I implore you to use it, there is only so many times I can see your Hatsuno Miki pencils and notebooks lying around so haphazardly.”

Kyler Lines:

“Sup Joey, happy birthday, man…we literally just solved a case four days ago, alright, alright, you might have a point. Speaking of, I got something for you, I figured you would like it….fine then, I’ll give it to someone else…yeah, yeah, you’re welcome by the way.”

“It’s the Deadpool video game, I had it imported all the way from America to here so you better enjoy it…Nice, I’m glad you like it, I’ll admit, you do kinda remind me of him sometimes…but without the regeneration abilities, ducked up face, and is somehow more annoying. *Sigh* Y’know what? Sure, just text me when and I’ll be there, happy birthday, Jo.”