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harveywritings92 · 4 years ago

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Bnha dad scenarios: Child default names and background stories.

[Tw: mentions of abortion.]

Dabi's kid/Ayane Name meaning: Kanji (Aya) meaning "Color" and (Ne) meaning sound.

Don't need to tell you that his little Firefly wasn't exactly planned, in fact he was completely blindsided when he found his FWB (now common law wife) was pregnant, he ran away! but, not from her... He disappeared for a couple days then showed up a while later in disguise duffle-bag in hand telling her to hurry and start packing up whatever she can carry; cuz they were leaving! Dabi and your mom relocated to a very small town in the countryside where the population is very small.

(like you could fit the whole township into a Boeing 737 small, and your nearest neighbor was 15 minutes away....)

From there they opened and run a roadhouse bar/motel. Dabi didn't marry his Fairy just because she was pregnant, he caught the feelings a long time ago and had been planning to runaway with her way before Ayane was even a distant thought, her impending arrival just pushed his plans forward. Ayane looks like her mother but her [y/hc] hair has little red streaks and she has partial heterochromia in her eyes, they look like someone colored them cerulean, but remembered halfway through that they were supposed to be y/ec, she also has Dabi's cocky smirk.

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Katsuki's kid/Haruka name meaning: Distant blossom: Uses the Kanji "Haru" in the word "Distant" combined with the kanji "Ka" in "blossom".

Having kids was very distant thought in the back of Katsuki's mind not that he didn't want any, He just thought he wouldn't have any, so then his wife told him that they were having a baby. he was over the moon, he didn't care if it was boy or girl just so long as they were happy and healthy, however as soon as it was confirmed that the the baby in his wife's belly was a girl.

Katsuki went scorched-earth on any boys that went near his little girl and Haruka has him wrapped around her little finger. She's his spoiled princess. Haruka looks like a carbon copy of her mom, but has her dad's temperament and potty mouth, she has partial heterochromia both eyes they're half red-half [y/ec].

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Shigaraki's kid/Kururi name meaning: Black Emerald: "Ku" from the kanji "Black" and "Ruri" meaning "Emerald". (Ngl she was also named after Kurogiri)

He was completely blindsided when he found out his queen was having his child, he didn't know what to do with it, he considered having it "taken care of" but his queen threatened to leave him if he ever suggested that again! he was huffy and pouty during the whole pregnancy.

He was also very protective, usually lingering near by or stalking his wife when she was out and about being careful of in case any heroes or lesser NPCs messed with her, then when the baby was finally born... and he held her for the first time, it was like "Holy crap! I made this...!" and suddenly the world wasn't looking so bleak anymore... and now that his wife is gone (rip) Shigaraki's main focus (as aside villainy) was on his daughter and making the future bright for her.

Kururi though not touch starved she is a bit wary of physical affection, and very socially awkward often preferring to read and or play videogames over socializing with other humans, her only friend seems to be Ayane (their friendship is similar to Orin and April from Parks and rec), They hang out mainly because Shigaraki wanted her have some sense of normality that he was deprived as child. however due to her quirk's nature and the guilt she feels over her mother's death, she has a complex over her hands, she doesn't like it when people try holding them or touching them, often seen wearing gloves or keeping them in her pockets.

Kururi looks like her mom but has a little mole under her chin and has heterochromia her left eye is red while her right [y/ec] and her [y/hc] hair has a single blueish-white streak in it.

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Hawks-Keigo's kid/ Griffin or Finny: as in Griffin the mythical creature.

Keigo and his late wife chose that name because of their respective quirks, His wife had some feline traits cat eyes, and cat ears, it was kind of joke between their two names [Cheshire cat and a Hawk] then they first met, Keigo wasn't really interested in his wife at first, but that didn't stop her! so Keigo said if she could get Endeavor to laugh he'll take her on a date!

So she goes up to Endeavor and says "What happens when a hawk mates with a cat?..." The current number 1 looked at her bemused. "The English call it a Griffin, but I call it a cawk!" Hawks winced It was soo cringy, obscene and made no sense!... But it worked! Endeavor's lips twitched and he snorted! before breaking out in low chuckles, the rest is history.

Though his avian traits seemed to have overrode his wife's feline traits, I.e. {Finny has little red wings on her head instead of cat ears, and Keigo eye brows, However everything else is from his wife. the reality slip quirk {y/hc} hair and {y/eye} etc.

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Kirishima's kid/Akara: Name meaning "Red Lightning" {Aka} meaning Red and [Ra] from the word Rai meaning lightning.

Eijirou and his wife thought they were having a boy so Akara's name was originally going to be Akahito "the red warrior" so when the baby that came out was obviously a girl, he and his wife panicked and couldn't figure out or agree on a new name, until Mina suggest a holding raffle everyone wrote a name down and put it in a hat. and the first name they pulled will be their daughter's name, they pulled out Denki's choice and settled on it and considering Akara's quirk: Hard-charge. it fits pretty well.

(She can harden her skin like her dad. however, with every hit she takes, she can absorb kinetic energy from it, the energy turns into electricity which she can use to deliver powerful electric discharge attacks.)

Her mom is Denki's cousin by the way... Her mom's Quirk is called Static pinch, she can store small amounts of static electricity and release tiny zaps from her thumb index and middle finger, if she gets close enough to an enemy she use the stored energy in her body like a taser via "Vulcan nerve pinch".

Akara looks like her mother but has her dad's sharp teeth.

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Shoto's kid/Koyuki name meaning "Little snow" kanji [Ko] meaning little and [Yuki] meaning snow.

Much like Katsuki children were a very touchy and distant subject for him, He was was always scared that he'll end up just like his father, he was adamant on having no kids, so when his wife announced that she was pregnant and keeping it, Shoto had a panic attack and ran off for a couple days, until she calls Dabi who tracked him down and talked some sense into him...

(after punching him in the face for ditching his pregnant wife.) The his older brother pretty much told Shoto he's letting Enji win running off like that, and reminds him that they're both Endeavor's sons, but they are not their father, and will never be their father, they're better than him... and with that Dabi send his younger brother back his worried wife, Shoto apologizes and is working to prove he's not like his father.

He keeps his daughter away from her grandfather who keeps badgering Shoto for another grandchild as he doesn't see Koyuki's quirk (Frost-breath) taking her anywhere in the future, Shoto has more or less politely told his father to go and pound sand.... as it was very difficult for Shoto's wife to conceive children and her pregnancy and birth was very stressful and traumatic for them, Koyuki was born prematurely and his wife had to stay in the hospital with a severe case of the flu.

Koyuki like Shoto has bi-color hair on the left it's red and on the right it's [y/hc] she has her mom [y/ec] eyes she’s very happy and but timid child and often seen clinging to one of her parent's legs when stranger approaches, though she get's a bit more confident with time.

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Izuku's kid/ Hinamori Name meaning: "sunshine forest" combines the kanji [Hina] for sunshine and the kanji [Mori] for Forest.

Not a surprise when he the number 1 hero's wife started showing a baby-bump a year and a half after their wedding, however what came as a surprise was how protective Izuku became when Reporters and his more eccentric fans didn't know how to keep their boundaries, they would not stop staring at his wife's boobs and trying to touch her belly, Izuku would block their view or slap their hands away and repeat. "Your not my mother or her (Relative.) Don't touch my wife..." he'd discharge his quirk a bit showing that he wasn't kidding around...

The attention seem to blow over once Hinamori was born mainly due to Izuku buying a house in a gated community so the press couldn't get in so easily and bother the new family, Hinamori looks like her mom but she her y/hc hair is wild like Izuku's and she has his freckles, she likes reading and is often found in Izuku's study reading his old hero observation books. and has actually been working on some of her own, as Izuku has found her little dinosaur notebook with observations on Haruka, Koyuki and Akara.

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Denki's kid: Raika name meaning: Lightning flower uses the kanji [Rai] for lightning and the kanji [Ka] from flower.

Raika wasn't exactly planned... See Denki and his little lady were on vacation see? there was this music festival in Niagara-falls, and well...He and his wife had few too many and well details are bit blurred, but... Raika may or may not have been conceived in a handicap stall, but if she ever were to ask everyone's been told to say it was after Denki recued his wife from a villain holding her hostage and Raika was the end result of his reward, luckily she doesn't seem really interested in knowing her parents sexual history.

So there's a good chance shell never know! Raika has her dad's quirk, her hair is y/hc with a yellow/black lighting bolt streaked into it and her y/ec eyes flash yellow when using her quirk.

#bnha fanfiction #bnha dad scenarios #dabi #touya todoroki #todoroki shoto #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugou #kirishima eijirou #kaminari denki #shigaraki tomura #hawks #keigo takami #bnha x reader #oc children

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sylvies-chen · 4 years ago

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Brettsey + prompt 15?

P.S. Thank you for doing this 💕💕

15. “When I’m with you, I’m home.”

Sylvie Brett is a talker.

That’s just the way she’s always been. She comes from a warm and loving family, where she was always met with honesty and affection. Her family isn’t perfect, sure, but her parents are unfailingly kind. They always encouraged her to open up, always talked with her. It’s in her blood, she thinks— the natural urge to want to talk it out with the people she cares about.

So, when the majority of the Casey family decide to opt out of coming to her and Matt’s wedding, she takes it personally.

Christie and Violet RSVP and are thrilled to come. But Sylvie badgers Nancy Casey for weeks, grovels endlessly when she visits for a few days, begs her and the rest of his extended family to work out their issues. At the very least, she thought they’d be able to put all of that crap aside for one night and see how happy she and Matt are together, but nope. Not even Sylvie’s willpower can force the Caseys into temporarily resolving their issues. They’re secretive and stubborn— more stubborn than Matt, even— which means to them, Sylvie’s demands are out of the question.

She’s on the phone now, taking advantage of the quiet morning they’ve had on shift and trying her best to get Matt’s mom to see reason. This is their wedding, for crying out loud. Nancy doesn’t have to like Sylvie but she should be there for the wedding— if only to support Matt.

“I’m sorry, Sylvie. Even if I could make it, I think me being there would do him more harm than good,” Nancy sighs through the phone.

“No! No, he’d love it if you were there,” she assures her, pacing around the bunk room.

“Matt knows me, sweetheart. He knows I don’t stay in one place for too long, me being at your wedding isn’t what either of us needs. Besides, I’m sure the others will want to come and that’s a lot of drama I’d rather avoid.”

“They don’t want to come either. I’ve been calling his living relatives all morning but none of them will budge or even try and let go of mysterious grudges they have. I mean, uncles, aunts, cousins. All of them declined the invites. This is an important day for Matt, they have to see that, don't they? If they could just sit down and talk it out I'm sure they could—”

“They won’t,” Nancy tells her sympathetically. “Sylvie, our family is much too complicated. We have a saying in our family, you know. ‘Never have more than two Caseys in one room if you want to stay sane’. Trying to fix our family’s issues is like trying to find a penny in the ocean, dear. It’s just not going to happen, no matter how hard you try or how optimistic you get.”

“Mrs. Casey— Nancy— I’m just asking for you to stop by. An hour, tops. Please. You’re his mom.” Sylvie tries staying calm as she stops her pacing but she can’t help the frustrated edge in her tone.

“I know, dear,” she replies with a lamentful sigh. “But I’ve let Matt down one too many times to ever deserve that title.”

Sylvie huffs defeatedly into the phone, sitting down on one of the cots. Maybe she should have seen this coming. Matt’s not expecting any of his family to show up, he’d told her as much. But she’d wanted to surprise him with it. Now, seeing his expectations of his family be totally and completely accurate breaks her heart. He’d been prepared for the worst; he always is. Only now, she doesn’t blame him. The Caseys have given him nothing but the worst. She doesn’t know why she thought now would be different.

“I’m glad he has you, Sylvie,” Nancy Casey continues softly. “Leaving isn’t so hard for me this time, because I know Matt has someone someone like you in his corner, fighting for him. My son hasn’t had much of that in his life, frankly. I’m truly happy for the two of you.”

Sylvie’s anger towards his mom, and towards all of the Caseys for that matter, still lingers in her. Having her leave, having none of his family be there at the wedding, it feels all wrong. They’re his own flesh and blood, how could they let their stubbornness and secrets get in the way? How could they let down Matt like this?

Matt’s not even bothered by it though. At this point, it’s her they’re disappointing.

But she takes a deep breath, soaking in her words. She’s happy for them and Sylvie suspects that took quite a lot for Nancy Casey to say it so vulnerably. She has enough emotional baggage for a life time, after all. So Sylvie takes what she can get.

“Thanks,” Sylvie settles on replying. Arguing is pointless, so she wishes Nancy a safe trip and hangs up. It’s a little anticlimactic but then again, the Casey family’s drama never was all that flashy and exaggerated. It’s more quiet and seething, like mellow, gently boiling water that burns to the touch.

Sylvie, however, is not. She’s never been one to hide her emotions or leave it below the surface. The Caseys are a frustrating bunch, and she fumes from her nostrils at the thought of it. That is, of course, until she sees Matt walk into his quarters from across the bunk room. The sight of him is enough to make her put her anger on the backburner because her heart just… breaks.

He won’t be surprised when she tells him she failed. It’s not a fact that comforts her.

She pockets her phone, walks over to his quarters, and knocks on the edge of the open door. “Hi.”

“Hey,” he beams from his desk. Her face doesn’t return as wide of a smile though, her normally cheerful demeanour gone. Matt picks up on it immediately (because of course he does) and his brows furrow. “You okay?”

“I got off the phone with your mom,” she explains through tight lips.

“Ah.” He gives a knowing nod, and Sylvie doesn’t even need to finish her sentence. He knows. He knows, and it hurts. “I take it your plan about getting my family to come to the wedding didn’t go so well.”

“No, it did not,” she huffs, moving into his office and beginning her frustrated pacing again. She can feel the anger ramping up in her. “You were right. They won’t holster their issues for one day. Your mom isn’t even coming, she’s leaving Chicago for some meditation retreat. Can you believe that?!”

“I can actually, yeah,” he sighs wistfully, observing her from his chair. “Mom’s been flakey ever since she got out of prison. Making up for lost time, I guess. I told you they weren’t going to budge on this, babe. They’re full of secrets and drama, that won’t change.”

“I know,” Sylvie huffs disappointedly, her shoulders sagging as her pacing comes to a halt. Matt shift his chair towards her slightly and steadies his feet on the ground, motioning for her. She’s instinctively drawn in, moving to wrap an arm around his shoulders and sit her legs across his lap. Her hands gently run through his hair as she starts to speak; an action that she finds strangely soothing. “It just makes me so- so mad,” she pouts. “I wanted to fix things so badly that I didn’t listen when you told me it wouldn’t work. I just went ahead and failed anyway.”

“Hey,” he hushes comfortingly. “You didn’t let me down in any way. You know that, right? You want to see the good in people, always, and I love you for it. And you tried, that counts for something. If they don’t want to come to our wedding, that’s their loss. I haven’t even spoken to half of them in years anyway.”

“See, that’s just messed up,” she points out, pointing at him matter-of-factly. “They’re your family! They’re supposed to love you and show up for you, you’re supposed to feel at home when they’re around. Instead, they’re keeping these little secrets and disappointing people. Disappointing you, me— us.”

“When I’m with you, I’m home,” he argues back softly with a grin.

“I’m being serious,” she replies with a frown.

“I am too,” Matt tells her. His arms are around her waist, pulling her closer in on his lap and moving his free hand up to her face. He brushes her hair away from her face and behind her ear, stroking circles on her cheek with his thumb afterwards. “Everyone at 51? They’re my real family. You’re my family. That’s all I need at our wedding. No one else.”

At those words, Sylvie’s heart is finally able to relax and her shoulders ease up. She’s able to smile for the first time since calling Nancy Casey, letting it spread over her face as she holds Matt’s gaze. They’re getting married and when they do, their real family will be there with them. She holds onto that fact like it’s a lifeline until she feels better, soaking in the warmth of his embrace.

She leans in, cupping his face with one hand as she kisses him tenderly. He sucks in a soft breath, catching her bottom lip in between his before they pull away.

“That sounds perfect to me,” she replies, in a voice somewhere in between a sigh and a happy hum.

Suddenly, the Caseys fade into the back of her mind and out of existence.

#I actually really like this one guys woohoo #abby writes #fanfic prompts #prompt requests #brettsey #sylvie brett #matt casey

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buckleyirondad · 4 years ago

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these little words (somehow they're changing us)

Christopher can make anybody smile, even when they feel like they can't.

Christopher Diaz Week, Day 7: ANYTHING CHRIS GOES + “I love you.”

Read on AO3 (This is a long one lol)

TW: For ‘Part 4: Harry’ there are mentions of a bully who teased Harry for having a gay dad.

1: Bobby

Washing up, Bobby could turn his back on the team and couldn’t be asked a million questions about how he was feeling. At home, with Athena and May, they spoke to him with their gentlest voices, then at work, the team did the same, it was too much.

The anniversary of the fire was creeping up, the single worst day of Bobby’s life, that he wished he could lock in a box and throw to the bottom of a lake.

He knew that his family cared.

It was why Athena was up early to make him breakfast every morning, why Hen and Chimney let him win their Mario Kart tournament, why Eddie did the grocery run, and why Buck saved him the last cupcake from the bundle Taylor had dropped off to celebrate Buck and Eddie’s engagement.

Those gestures, Bobby didn’t mind, but it was the talking; the mindless head tilts and the usual, “How are you doing?”

There was no answer for that, unless he lied, nodding his head, and saying he was doing okay, but when he closed his eyes, he saw his kids laying across those white sheets.

Bobby celebrated – internally, of course - when Eddie asked if Christopher and Carla could stopover for lunch. He adored Christopher, and so did everybody else, it was impossible not to. So, while everybody was distracted by Christopher’s wonderous tales, Bobby could escape the constant questions and the worried glances.

Running his hand through the lukewarm water, Bobby turned off the faucet and turned, swinging open the dishwasher.

He skipped over to the table, gathering as many plates as he could with two hands.

Christopher grabbed his empty plastic cup and jumped onto his feet, “I’ll help!”

Bobby couldn’t help but smile, “Thank you.” He turned, starting to place the plates into the dishwasher, “Those cups can’t go in here, do you wanna put it in the sink for me?”

“Okay!” Christopher bounced over, tossing the cup into the water, “I’m very good at washing up.”

Bobby raised his eyebrows, “Yeah?”

Christopher lowered his voice, “Better than Buck.”

Bobby pressed a hand on his stomach, barking a laugh, “I bet you are.”

Buck couldn’t wash up, not without making a mess; Eddie couldn’t cook, even after many one-to-one lessons with Bobby. Together, it worked.

Christopher stood on his tiptoes, looking into the sink, “Do you want my help?”

“Sure,” Bobby held up his hands, “I’ll grab the other cups.”

Before he could, Christopher was hugging him, locking his arms firmly around Bobby’s middle.

Bobby knelt, folding his arms behind Christopher’s shoulders, letting the kid press his chin on his shoulder, “Hey,” Bobby hung his head back, “What was that for?”

“I don’t know,�� Christopher lifted his shoulders with a shrug, “But I think you needed a hug.”

A warmth spread across Bobby’s chest as a grin gradually grew across his face, “I guess I did.”

Christopher patted his shoulder, “Love you, Bobby.”

Bobby lifted his hands, ruffling Christopher’s hair, “Love you too, kid.”

Standing to collect the cups together, Bobby searched the room for Eddie, he found him on the couch, grinning up at his fiancée who had laid his legs across Eddie’s lap, trapping him. Eddie locked eyes with Bobby, nodding slowly, with a knowing smile, he knew better than anyone that reassurance from Christopher was exactly what Bobby needed.

2: Maddie

Maddie understood that she couldn’t protect Jee-Yun from everything unless she planned to take helicopter parenting to the next most extreme level.

Jee-Yun was teething and despite knowing that her daughter would never remember the pain or the tears, it didn’t ease Maddie’s worry. She hated knowing that Jee-Yun was in pain, there was nothing she could do to soothe her, aside from cradle her, and buy her toys to chew on to her heart’s content.

“I know, baby,” Maddie pressed a kiss to Jee-Yun’s temple, “It sucks, doesn’t it?” Her daughter hung her head, wailing as loud as she could, Maddie tried to shush her, “Daddy’s sleeping.”

“No, Daddy’s awake,” Chimney emerged from the bedroom, with a yawn, he rubbed his eyes with the backs of his fingers.

“Oh, Chim,” Maddie squeaked her empathy, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not her fault,” Chimney clapped his hands, taking Jee-Yun into his arms, “It’s a part of growing up.”

She sighed, “But you have to work tonight.”

“I’ve had five hours,” He shrugged as he patted Jee-Yun’s back, “That’s enough.”

Maddie pressed her hands on her hips, trying to conceal a yawn, but it didn’t go unnoticed by Chimney, who raised his eyebrows, tilting his head to his shoulder, she jabbed a finger in his direction, “Shut up.”

Chimney laughed, “I didn’t say anything,”

There was a knock at the door.

Maddie narrowed her eyes, considering she hadn’t buzzed anybody in, she reached for the handle, pulling open the door.

She was greeted by three familiar faces; Buck, Eddie, and Christopher.

“Aunt Maddie!” Christopher locked his arms around her legs, greeting her in his usual fashion.

“Hey, honey,” She tapped his back as she darted her eyes up to her brother, “What are you guys doing here?” She asked through a yawn, “I thought you were venue hunting.”

“We are,” Eddie shrugged, “But not until later.”

Christopher headed inside, wearing a grin as he stopped by Buck’s side.

“So, we’re here…” Buck moved inside, pressing a kiss to Maddie’s cheek, “To help.”

Maddie raised her eyebrows, “Help?”

Buck pressed his hands together, resting them under his chin, as he turned on his heel, “Consider this an intervention.”

Maddie stepped closer to Chimney, “An intervention?”

Buck tilted his ear to his shoulder, “You two need sleep.”

“Desperately,” Eddie added as he pushed the front door shut, pressing a hand to his son’s back.

Chimney scoffed a laugh, “We’re fine.”

Buck snorted, “Sure.”

Eddie crossed his arms, “Is that why you look like you’re about to fall over?”

Chimney exclaimed, “Hey!”

“Now, there’s my favorite niece,” Buck held out his arms, scooping Jee-Yun, with a smile, not phased by her sobs, “Oh, no.”

Maddie sighed, “You really don’t have to do this.”

“We want to,” Eddie assured her, “You two deserve some time.”

“I mean,” Chimney met her gaze, “It’s basically free babysitting, right?”

“Yeah…” Maddie nodded, “Um, are you sure?”

Buck smiled, “Get some rest.”

Going into the bedroom, Maddie and Chimney fell onto their bed, not even bothering with the covers, curling into one another.

She couldn’t work out when she fell asleep, but Maddie was suddenly woken up, by somebody prodding her arm.

“What?” She turned, meeting Chimney’s tired gaze, “What is it?”

He raised his head, “Can you hear that?”

She couldn’t hear anything, “No.”

“Exactly,” Chimney mused, “Jee-Yun’s not crying.”

Maddie needed to see this, she sat up, crawling out of the bed, cracking the door open, and leaning her head out.

Jee-Yun was laying in the crib, blabbering happily, her eyes on the ceiling.

Eddie and Buck were dancing around the kitchen, finishing the washing up, while gazing into each other’s eyes, like they always did.

Maddie’s eyes found Christopher, who was kneeling beside the crib, poking his fingers through the slates, letting Jee-Yun grip onto one of them with all her might.

Christopher grinned, fascinated by his cousin, he sang, “Hey.”

Jee-Yun spun her head, watching Christopher, squeezing his finger as she did, she giggled loudly, staring at him like he held all the answers to the universe.

Christopher lowered his voice, whispering, “Love you, Jee.”

Tears filled Maddie’s eyes as she smiled, turning back to Chimney.

Jumping back into her bed, she couldn’t drop her smile.

Her family was the best.

3: Denny

Denny skipped into his bedroom, placing Christopher’s bag on the end of his bed.

They were having a double sleepover; two nights with Christopher, while Eddie and Buck were out wedding planning, which meant they could play games all day and talk through the night.

Christopher was having Denny’s bed while Denny took the inflatable mattress that they’d blown up by the window and covered in a spare quilt.

Denny bent beside the toy box, opening the lid, and searching for his new Star Wars Lego set to take into the living room. He stopped when he noticed something buried at the bottom, under the scrabble box, he dug his hands inside, pulling out a pink horse plushie, “Oh.”

It was Nia’s.

All his happiness was gone, Denny climbed onto his bed, laying on his side, hugging her horse under his arm as he let out a long sigh.

The bedroom door creaked, and Christopher asked, “What’s wrong?”

Denny hummed before saying, “Nothing.”

Christopher climbed up onto the bed, lying next to him, patting Denny’s arm, “I miss Nia too.”

Denny lifted his head, looking at his friend.

“It’s okay to miss people,” Christopher told him, “I miss my mom sometimes, but she’s not coming back, but she was here,” He squeezed the plushie, “Dad says that the important thing.”

Denny couldn’t imagine losing one of his moms; Christopher was one of the strongest people that he knew because he never stopped smiling.

“Nia is with her mom,” Christopher said, “She’s happy but she probably misses you too.”

Denny nodded slowly.

“You might see her again one day,” Christopher smiled, “That would be fun.”

“Yeah, it would,” Denny reached over, pulling Christopher into a hug, squeezing his eyes shut.

Christopher tapped his back, “I’m not going anywhere, Denny.”

“I know.” Denny scrunched his nose, “Love you, Chris.”

“Love you too.”

4: Harry

Harry was unloading the dishwasher, ignoring the glances that his mom and Bobby were sending his way as they muttered between themselves.

He knew he was in trouble, his parents had made that very clear when they collected him from school and grounded him, being suspended from school for a week was a big deal, he understood that.

He couldn’t tell them the whole truth, he knew how extravagant his parents were when they were angry, especially his mom. If he told Bobby, it would reach the station, and then everybody would be mad; he could already picture Hen and Buck storming the school with his mom.

Harry would rather handle it, by himself, and not stress his family out, yet. It wasn’t long until Eddie and Buck’s wedding, he didn’t want to put a dent in that, because it definitely would.

“Harry,” Bobby leaned on the kitchen surface, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” Harry closed the dishwasher, “I pushed Ben over; that’s all.”

“That’s all,” Athena muttered, shaking her head as she buried her hands in his pockets.

“We know you, Harry,” Bobby said, clearly being the ‘good cop,’ “You wouldn’t have just pushed him.”

Ben’s torments filled Harry’s head as he met his stepdad’s gaze.

Your dad’s got a boyfriend?

Harry shrugged, “It’s nothing, Bobby.”

That’s so gross.

Harry adored his family, that included David, and when Ben came for him, Harry saw red, pushing Ben to the ground; Ben had seen the engagement party pictures for Eddie and Buck on Harry’s Instagram, that added fuel to the fire, but Harry would defend his family until the end.

The doorbell rang.

Bobby hung his head, looking to Harry’s mom, “That will be the boys.”

Harry rolled his shoulders; he forgot that Buck, Eddie, and Christopher were visiting for dinner.

“Harry,” Athena said strictly, “Christopher’s gonna wanna play games with you, but no video games, you hear me?”

Harry nodded.

Athena put on a grin, skipped up the stairs, and opening the door, with a joyous, “Hey!”

“Sorry, we’re so early,” Buck said, “Christopher was very excited to see Harry.”

Harry stepped over with Bobby, looking up to the door, as his mom turned to face him, with a knowing glance.

“Well, Harry’s grounded,” She pressed a hand to her hip, “But if Christopher is okay with board games.”

“We love board games,” Eddie sang, “Don’t we, bud?”

Christopher jumped, “Yeah!”

“This way, Chris,” Harry nodded his head to the couch, pulling out the Scrabble and Monopoly boards from under the coffee table, as he sat down, leaning his back on the edge of the couch.

Bobby skipped into the kitchen, to prepare drinks, while the others sat at the dinner table, jumping right into talking about the wedding.

Harry was happy for the distraction while he played games with Christopher.

Christopher balanced his crutches on the floor before jumping down to see near Harry, he lowered his voice, leaning his head, “What happened?”

Harry lifted his hands, “I got grounded.”

Christopher muttered, “Why?”

“I pushed a kid over,” Harry told him as he got out the parts for Scrabble, laying the board across the table, “I don’t wanna talk about it.” The thing was, he did want to talk about it, he wanted everybody to know that he didn’t do it without a reason, but he couldn’t.

Christopher asked, “Was he a bully?”

Harry nodded, keeping his voice quiet, “Yeah.”

“Oh,” Christopher let go of a long breath, “Did he push you?”

“No,” Harry shook his head, “But—”

“He was mean?”

“Very.” Harry sighed, darting his eyes to his mom, who was caught up in her conversation, she wouldn’t be able to hear them, “Can I tell you what happened?”

“Yeah.”

“The kid, Ben, he was being mean,” Harry looked over at Buck and Eddie, before turning his face back to Christopher, “He said it was gross that my dad is gay.”

“That’s wrong!” Christopher cupped a hand over his mouth, shushing himself, “He can’t say that—”

“I know.”

Christopher held out his hands, “I would have pushed him over too.”

Eddie was on his feet, pacing over, “What did you say, Chris?”

Harry cursed their luck, he forgot that his parents could hear everything.

Christopher lied, “Nothing.”

“No…” Eddie shook his head slowly, “We all heard.”

Buck, like Bobby, seemed to take the role of ‘good cop’ so he stood back, crossing his arms, eyes locked onto the boys.

While Harry’s mom stepped over, stopping next to Eddie, the pair crossing their arms.

Christopher explained, “Harry pushed him because Ben was making fun of Michael for being gay.”

Harry sighed, slouching, as the adults were stunned into silence.

Harry’s mom met Eddie’s gaze, while Bobby clamped a hand on Buck’s shoulder.

“And—” Christopher breathed, “If somebody said that about you, I’d be mad.”

“Yeah, buddy, I know,” Eddie sighed gently, “Ben is wrong.”

“Harry,” Athena spoke softly, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t wanna hurt Dad or David.”

“Still, sweetheart…” Athena sighed, bending down to cup his cheek in her hand, “You have to tell us these things, so we can understand.”

“Okay, Mom.”

“And pushing him over, wasn’t the best move,” She scolded, “But I get it, next time, you come to me, or one of your teachers, okay?”

“Yeah,” Harry nodded, “I will.”

“We’ll talk to your school tomorrow,”

Standing up, Bobby stepped over, wrapping an arm behind her back, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Harry turned, tugging Christopher into a hug, “Thank you,” He whispered into his ear.

Christopher frowned, “Why?”

“For helping.” Harry pulled back, “I didn’t know how to tell them.”

“Ben has to be told off,” Christopher told him, “And he will be.”

“Yeah,” Harry tapped his friend’s shoulder, “He will.”

Christopher reached out, grabbing the bag of letters for Scrabble, he looked up with a smile, “Love you, Harry.”

Harry grinned, happy to have a friend in Christopher, “Love you too, Chris.”

5: Buck

Sometimes Buck would wake up, panicked by memories of the tsunami. In a few short months, it would be the third anniversary of when the wave came crashing down, and he couldn’t understand where the time had gone.

Buck could feel the rush of the water; the pressure gathering him up and pushing him back, away from Christopher.

The ringing in his ears, his heart racing in his chest, and his arms thrashing through the cold avoiding debris as he swept past, Buck remembered it all.

He leaned back in the chair at the kitchen table, slowing his breathing as his eyes found the clock on the wall.

4:48 am.

He was surprised he hadn’t woken Eddie when he got out of bed, his fiancé wasn’t exactly a heavy sleep, and usually, with the slightest hint of unfamiliar movement, Eddie would be up on his feet before Buck could reassure him that he was only getting up to grab a glass of water.

It had been two hours since Buck had left the bedroom, taking his place in the kitchen, to sit with a cup of cocoa and stare at the wall, thoughts running through his head, at a mile a minute.

Eddie hadn’t been distributed when Buck slipped away, likely because they’d had a long shift at work, and when they made it home, Eddie had been out like a light.

Buck rubbed his hand down his face, wanting nothing more than for Eddie to gather him up in his arms, and tell him that everything was going to be okay.

He knew that if he knocked on the door and woke Eddie, then he would be exactly what he would get; Eddie didn’t show it, but he was a softy at heart.

As much as Buck wanted that, he couldn’t.

Buck? Wait, what are you doing here? Are you okay? Wait, where's Christopher?

Memories of that day, that moment when he thought he’d lost Christopher and had to tell Eddie, they weighed heavy, keeping him sitting in the chair.

Me and Christopher, we were...at the beach, and--um...and listen to me, okay?

Oh, he’d never shake the look in Eddie’s eyes.

I swear to you... okay, I tried...

Tears filled his eyes, he brushed them away, bracing his fingers together and planting them on the table, as he slowed his breathing.

Buck had been in love with Eddie for as long as he could remember, but when that day, he thought any potential relationship was buried.

Eddie and Christopher were two of the most important people in Buck’s life, two who pulled him to shore while he was sinking fast. He let them down that day, let Christopher slip through his fingers, but his soon-to-be stepson was adamant that Buck was a hero, but he didn’t feel like one.

Shortly after the whole lawsuit debacle, Eddie caught Buck off-guard, asking him out on a date, and explained that he was done wasting time that they didn’t have.

Buck was sure that he’d never been happier, than in that very moment, and then a year later, Eddie asked him to marry him, that day quickly took the top spot.

Buck fiddled with his engagement ring, leaning his head against his hand as he shuddered, feeling like he needed to wade through water before he could make it back to bed.

Christopher’s tired voice caught his attention, “Buck?”

Buck plastered on a false smile, lifting his head, as he turned in his chair, “Hey, buddy.” He tried to clear his throat, but his voice came out hoarse, “What are you doing up?”

Christopher tilted his head, “Are you okay?”

Buck thought he could lie but as he stared into Christopher’s eyes he knew he could, but his words escaped him, so he simply shook his head, his lower lip trembling.

Christopher sped over, opening up his arms.

Buck crumpled to the floor, on his knees, collecting Christopher in a hug, tucking his forehead against his shoulder.

“It’s okay, Buck,” Christopher whispered in his ear, brushing his hand through Buck’s hair, “Nothing bad is going to happen.”

Buck squeaked, closing his eyes as he let out of a sob, “I’m sorry.”

“You can be sad,” Christopher assured him, “It’s normal.”

“Yeah,” Buck nodded as he clung on tighter, “It is.”

The bedroom door clicked open, and a half-asleep Eddie emerged, stopping by the wall, eyes on them.

Buck leaned, pressing a hand to Christopher’s cheek, “I love you, Superman.”

Christopher smiled, as wide as he could, “I love you too, Papa.”

Eddie raised a hand, laying it under his chin as he struggled to hide the fondest of grins.

Buck chuckled through his tears, as he clung onto Christopher, his feet finally on dry land.

6: Eddie

Eddie kept going to the mirror to make sure that his tie was positioned properly, if he sat still for too long, his leg started bouncing and his heart would race.

He’d been a groom before, but his and Shannon’s wedding was quick, not many people attended the ceremony, it was a spur-of-the-moment decision that the pair made together.

With Buck, Eddie knew that this commitment was one he was making, until the end; he and Buck were entangled, in more ways than one.

God, Eddie loved him, he really did; sometimes he’d focus on the time they’d lost while they were idiots who never discussed their feelings, but he couldn’t concentrate on that.

Buck was more than perfect because they were best friends first, and still were, to this day, which made that step to boyfriends, that much easier; Buck loved Christopher like his own, before he and Eddie were together, which was beautiful.

There's nobody in this world I trust with my son more than you.

When Eddie had muttered those words, he should have realized, there and then, his true feelings but he left it too long, pushed his future further away.

He wouldn’t let that happen again.

That didn’t relieve the pressure that had rested on his chest, he was terrified of getting it wrong, or tripping up when he needed his balance the most.

He’d never considered the dangers of his job until he started counting the odds with Buck’s life, as well as his own.

He couldn’t lose another, his heart wouldn’t be able to take another blow, and Buck wasn’t exactly known for his level-headedness.

Despite that, since they started dating, both of them were far more responsible on calls, Bobby wished they’d been together since the beginning.

Christopher was sitting on the chair, in the corner of the room, dangling his legs in anticipation, “Are you okay, Dad?”

Eddie clapped his hands together, “I’m fine,” He rubbed the nape of his neck, “Just a little nervous.”

Christopher sang loudly, “It’s gonna be so cool.”

Eddie chuckled with a nod, “It is.”

“Pepa helped me with my speech,” Christopher beamed, happy with his Best Man role.

Eddie moved over, pushing Christopher’s hair out of his eyes, “You excited about that?”

“Yeah!” Christopher nodded, “Chimney is doing his first.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, knowing what that was going to entail, “He is, is he?”

“Then me!” Christopher exclaimed, “Auntie Karen typed it up on cards for me.”

Eddie smiled; this day was a serious family affair, “I can’t wait, buddy.”

Christopher chuckled, “Athena said Bobby will cry first today.”

“I bet,” Eddie sat beside him, breathing slow, leaning his arm against Christopher’s side.

“Dad,” Christopher held up his head, “You’re gonna be Eddie Diaz-Buckley, and Papa is gonna be Buck Diaz-Buckley?”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Eddie smiled, he and Buck couldn’t wait for all the pranks they would pull at work with the name changes.

“Can I change mine?” Christopher asked, “To Christopher Diaz-Buckley?”

The pressure shifted off Eddie, for a moment, as he folded an arm around Christopher’s back, “If you want.”

“I do!” Christopher threw up his arms, “I love Buck.”

Eddie smiled, “I do too.”

Christopher leaned his head on his arm, “I love you, Dad.”

“Love you too, buddy,” He bowed down, pressing a kiss in Christopher’s hair.

There was a knock at the door, Eddie’s dad poked his head around, “It’s time, boys.”

Christopher held Eddie’s hand, tight, “We got this, Dad.”

As they piled into the corridor, and Eddie was met by a wall of his family, he let go of a slow breath, he was more than ready.

Meeting Buck at the altar, holding his hands tight, smiling with tears in his eyes, and seeing their son a couple of steps away; he’d never been happier.

#911 fanfiction #911 #911onfox #chrisdiazweek2021 #christopher diaz #bobby nash #eddie diaz #evan buck buckely #evan buckley #maddie buckley #chimney han #denny wilson #harry grant #athena grant #buddie #buddie wedding because why notttt #liberty writes

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theinsanecrayonbox · 3 years ago

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Fairly Odder: episode 1

ok, the first image already unnerving; animated Timmy with mouth closed and no teeth showing. yikes! also this narrator doesn’t sound epic enough...also the art style feels slightly off. i didn’t catch it immediately, but then when you jump to old clips (with different aspect ratios, ew, should’ve camouflaged that better) it’s high lighted more. it’s probably the hand drawn vs flash vs whatever they’re using now, i know. it’s just a minor thing. but also...ok, i give points for including s0 in the flashback clips, but that really highlights the style differences. (kp, you can’t pause and go on 5 minute rambles every 12 seconds of the show, geeze, you can’t turn this into your netflix death note review)

ew....constant laugh track, really?? i hope that’s just a gag to start off with and not in the series proper, cause that’ll get annoying...but it probably is standard cause from like the, oh, 4 distinct henry danger episodes i’ve seen i think it was standard there. idk.

also, yeah, i am not a fan of this guy being Timmy. it doesn’t quite feel right??

i give them points here; in channel chasers we saw Tim keep his fairies until he was college aged, and here he is loosing them when he’s off to college...or actually, he’s kicking them out. that feels...very off. i get it’s partially a joke with the kids escaping their parents when they go to college type of thing, but he’s actually kicking them out??? i thought it was a “well i’m loosing you guys anyways but if i hand you off to my cousin, at least i know you’re in good hands”, you know, like Andy giving away woody and co to Molly. also “oh you know my cousin Viv” uh...no...she’s never been mentioned once before here my dude; if you’re headed off to college, and she’s 13, that means there’s a minimum 5 years between you two so...probably should’ve sure, but we haven’t.

also also Wanda, “you can’t just give us away to someone else” uh...he has in the past. remember the one episode where he gave you guys to Tootie for a short time?? i mean, that was temporary sure, and this is permeant, but it still has happened. and again, he’s really beyond the too old, you should be scheming a way for him to retain his memory of you at the very least. (you’re not even 2 min into the episode and you have multiple paragraphs, geeze, i am not going to survive this)

gamer Jorgen?? sure.

oh wow, Ty is terrible. your daughter has never met the woman you married or her son before now?? seriously?? did Viv not attend her dad’s own wedding? i thought i’d read that Ty was a widower, but is he actually divorced and that’s why Viv hasn’t met her step family yet?? also...Ty too looks weird...and yet at the same time, i can totally buy he’s related to Daran’s live action Dad. i do feel for Viv though, as i too hate suddenly having new people thrown at me...HOWEVER as i said, she really should’ve met these people before now...OH giving it another 10 seconds from my pause to type, Ty just married this woman like yesterday, ok, that makes sense why Viv hasn’t met anyone yet. so...Ty is still terrible, but not as terrible i guess?? he at least recognized how bad that was once he said it out loud...yeah he’s a Turner man.

also, Oldsburg. new city for the map!

Ty looks like a blending of Nathan Kress and Ryan Reynolds....O.o

huh...is Rachel going to be a terrible mom?

ok, i do kind of love Viv and Roy already. they’re not exactly suited for FOP proper, but Viv being a mess and Roy being far over the top, i am kinda loving them. they are not just Tim and Chloe as i’d feared, so that’s nice. and Zina is like Tootie.

wait we get the opening song halfway through the episode? i just thought we were omitting it for eth first episode. i hope that isn’t standard. but onto the theme itself; actually, kind of a better remix than the Chloe version. same cadence and beats, but it was a tad more it’s own thing rather just mad-libed in. the combination of live action and 2d images thought didn’t blend that well for some segments. and why is Dimmsdale now Las Vegas?? the sigh and red carpet? that was never a thing before. i know, it’s...however many years in the future, things change, but just saying. (then again, how many times do i complain about continuity/lore errors in the Sparky and Chloe seasons, this isn’t surprising). but over all, it’s a better whole opening sequence compared to Chloe’s clipshow one.

that exterior shot of the house...where’s that attic room on it??? i am confused by architecture

we’re doing the share thing again, yup knew that. but you know...*technically* only Tim’s cousin did see eth fairies, since Roy is now also his cousin...is anyone gonna cite that loophole? ‘overly complicated’ Wanda, really??? ok, i know this might be a no-Chloe timeline, and she and Tim didn’t really trade off as much as go at the same time, so i guess *technically* you haven’t done it this way before, but still, it’s not that complicated.

ok i’m still a little stuck on the Tad and Chad poster in the attic here. not because it’s illustrated and everyone’s live action, no, more like...is Rachel related to one of them? because they were Timmy’s age...but Rachel is Ty’s age...so why does she have those in her house?? i think it’d be neat if she was related to one of them sure, but the ages don’t line up for that...and it’s not like one of them is her ex-husband because again, they were Timmy’s age and she and Ty are not.

was Roy cast because he could prat fall?

oh hey Crimson Chin poster! or...fanart on the wall???

“you’ll learn to choose your wish words...” pft, you jumped the gun and didn’t wait for her to finish the sentence. this is on you fairies, not the kids.

yup Zina is Tootie, with maybe a slice of Sanjay or Chester thrown in lol

is the Dimmsdale school mascot a toucan??

Seargent Splitz? ok.

awwww Roy is a sweetie. i do like him and Viv.

so episode 1 as a whole: not as terrible as i thought it could be. we still got 12 more episodes of course, and yeah there were lots of problems. but it’s less dumpster fire and more hot mess right now. so ok, i think we can get through this series.

#kp talks fop #kp watches tv #Video Review #review

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natbarzal · 4 years ago

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Connor McDavid - Until we’re gray and old

this was requested on my Wattpad and I think this fic turned out quite well so I thought I'd post it here too😊it's a little inspired by the songs 'Say you won't let go' by James Arthur and 'Love someone' by Lukas Graham

just wanna say, I don't know how exactly weddings go, so sorry if something doesn't make sense, and also, I of course know that Edmonton is in Alberta, but since Connor is from Ontario, I thought it they'd get married there :)

warnings: none

word count: 2.2k (my longest one here on Tumblr yay😂)

enjoy! 💜

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Y/n's pov:

I stood in front of the full length mirror, taking deep breaths while staring at the beautiful wedding dress I was wearing. Today was the day I was going to marry the love of my life, and no matter how excited I was to finally become Mrs. McDavid, I was also very nervous. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear the door of the room I was in open and close.

"You look very beautiful sweetie. Like a real princess." I turned around to see my mum admiring the dress with a light smile on her lips.

"Mom, I'm so nervous." I told her, my voice slightly shaky. She looked into my eyes before stepping closer to me and taking my hands into hers.

"That's completely normal, my dear. You should see how nervous I was before I married your father - I wasn't very far from running away." she said, laughing at the memory. I laughed too, feeling just a little more relaxed.

"What made you change your mind?" I asked, looking at her curiously.

"I remembered how much I love your father and that there's absolutely no one in the world that I'd rather spend the rest of my life with. Are you sure you want to spend the rest of your life with Connor?" she asked, looking at me with soft eyes and squeezing my hands.

"Yes." I answered without hesitating for a second. "Yes, I am sure. But that's not what I'm nervous about.. what if- what if I fall while walking down the aisle? Or- or I mess up my vow or I drop the ring while slipping it on Connor's hand? Mom what if-" I rambled anxiously, becoming more and more nervous again but my mum cut me off.

"Alright, no more 'what if's, okay? Everything is going to go well." she said and I nodded, closing my eyes and taking another deep breath. That was when we heard light knocks on the door.

"Yes?" my mom called as we both turned to look at the door.

"It's me. Can I come in?" said my dad from the other side of the door.

"Yeah dad, go ahead."

He opened the door and his jaw dropped the moment he saw me. He closed the door behind himself and just looked at me for a moment, being at a loss of words. I let go of my mum's hands and twirled around before stopping and looking at dad.

"So how do I look?" I asked, a nervous smile present on my lips. He looked up from my dress and into my eyes and I saw that his were already filling with tears.

"Beautiful, my darling." he whispered, coming closer. "I can't believe my little princess is getting married. I remember the day you were born like it was yesterday and now? Where did the time go?" he asked and quickly wiped the tears that slipped out of his eyes.

"Please don't cry dad, or I will cry too." I said.

"Give me one last hug as a Y/l/n?" he asked and opened his arms for me. I smiled before stepping closer to him and wrapping my arms around his neck, his wrapping around my waist. We hugged tightly for a few moments before I pulled away and looked at mom whose eyes were a little watery now as well. I motioned for her to join us and she did. We all hugged for a little while longer before there was another knock on the door.

"Yes?" I called after pulling away from my parents and straightening out the dress. The door opened and my best friend and maid of honour, Celeste, poked her head into the room.

"Are you ready?" she asked me. I looked over at my parents once again before looking back at her and nodding my head yes.

"I'm ready." I said confidently. My mum came over to me and kissed my cheek, smiling at me before exiting the room. Celeste looked at me and gave me excited thumbs up before turning around and walking out as well. I reached up and pulled my veil over my face. My dad came closer to me and offered me his arm to take, which I did and we walked out of the room together just as 'All of Me' started to play.

Leon and Celeste were the first to walk down the aisle, then my mom, then my little cousins as flower girls and then finally my dad and I.

As we were walking, I smiled at some of the people we passed. It was a small wedding really, just our closest family and friends, around 50 people in total. We didn't need nor want a big wedding, being able to celebrate it with the ones that are closest to us is the most important.

Before I even noticed, we were at the end of the aisle and my eyes were met with Connor's blue ones for the first time today. Connor came closer and stretched out his hand. My dad went to place my hand into Connor's, but not before saying "Take care of her for me, son."

"I will. I promise." Connor said and my dad finally handed my hand to Connor, going to sit down in his chair. Connor helped me up to the altar and then we took our spots opposite from each other. Connor reached to throw my veil over my head, revealing my face. 'You look beautiful' I saw him mouth and blushed before he took my hands and we turned our attention to the priest.

"Dear friends and family, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Y/n Y/l/n and Connor McDavid in marriage. In the years they have been together, their love and understanding of each other has grown and matured, and now they have decided to live their lives together as husband and wife." he said, looking up at the guests.

"Y/n and Connor, remember to treat yourselves and each other with respect, and remind yourselves often of what brought you together. Take responsibility for making the other feel safe, and give the highest priority to the tenderness, gentleness and kindness that your connection deserves. When frustration, difficulty and fear assail your relationship, as they threaten all relationships at some time or another, remember to focus on what is right between you, not just the part that seems wrong. In this way, you can survive the times when clouds drift across the face of the sun in your lives, remembering that, just because you may lose sight of it for a moment, does not mean the sun has gone away. And, if each of you takes responsibility for the quality of your life together, it will be marked by abundance and delight." he recited. Connor and I were looking at each other the whole time and God bless whoever made waterproof mascara, because I felt my eyes slowly but surely filling with tears. God why do I have to be so emotional. Connor's eyes were a little glassy as well.

"Now it's time for your vows. Connor, you shall start." he said and everyone's looked to Connor. He took a deep breath, indicating he was just as nervous as I was before starting to talk.

"Y/n, I love you so much. When I saw you for the first time in that little café in Edmonton 3 years ago, my exact thoughts were 'Wow, that's the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.' You can ask Leon, I told him about you almost immediately." everyone laughed at that a little and looked at Leon who nodded and chuckled at the memory.

"When I came to your table and asked you if I could sit with you and you smiled at me for the first time, I knew I had to get to know you. Then, when you agreed to go out with me, I was over the moon." he said, smiling big at me. I smiled back and carefully wiped the tear that threatened to slip from the corner of my eye.

"Then we went on our first date, and then on many more dates, and every single one was amazing. By the time you agreed to be my girlfriend, I was already madly in love with you. And with every passing second that we spend together, you make me fall for you more and more.

When you agreed to marry me, I felt like the luckiest guy in the whole world. There are days when I wake up and I pinch myself to assure myself that I'm not dreaming when I see you sleeping beside me.

You're perfect for me. You're everything I could ever want in a girl and more and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, trying to make you as happy as you make me. " he finished, looking at me with so much love. I smiled back at him, a wiping away the few tears that slipped down my cheeks before clearing my throat and starting my own vow.

"I love you too Connor. I remember when I came home after you asked me on that date, I was jumping around in excitement for at least 5 minutes, that's how happy I was." I said and everyone laughed a little again.

"When we started going on dates and everything went so well and then when you asked me to be your girlfriend.. I almost couldn't believe it. I never thought I'd have someone this interested in me.

I honestly thought I would never find 'the one' till I found you. You changed my life so much and I'm so grateful for that. You make me the happiest person in the world. Even on the worst days, the ones where everything goes wrong and I just want to give up, you manage to make me smile and thanks to you, I keep going. With you, every single one of my problems goes away. " I said but it was slowly getting harder to keep talking through the tears that were now flowing from my eyes. I saw a few tears slip down Connor's cheeks as well.

"I'm in love with you, more that I thought it would ever be possible for me to be in love with someone. You're my soulmate, my better half, and I want to stay with you until we're gray and old." I finished and and at this point, I think almost everyone here was crying. I reached my hand up to wipe my cheeks before the priest started speaking again.

"Do you, Connor McDavid, choose Y/n Y/l/n to be your partner in life, to support and respect her in her successes and as well her failures, to care for her in sickness and in health, to nurture her, and to grow with her throughout the seasons of your life together?"

"I do." Connor said, looking at me with absolutely no hesitation present in his voice.

"Do you, Y/n Y/l/n, choose Connor McDavid to be your partner in life, to support and respect him in his successes and as well his failures, to care for him in sickness and in health, to nurture him, and to grow with him throughout the seasons of your life together?"

"I do." I answered, looking straight into those beautiful eyes that I fell in love with 3 years ago.

"Now it's time to exchange your rings." the priest said. One of my little cousins, being the ring bearer, ran up to us with the rings on a tray and held them up for us. Connor took mine first and reached for my left hand.

"I give you this ring as a symbol of my love for you. Let it be a reminder that I am always by your side and that I will always be a faithful partner to you." he said as he slipped the golden ring on my finger. I smiled and took the other ring off the tray, taking his left hand into mine.

"I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and faithfulness. As I place it on your finger, I commit my heart and soul to you. I ask you to wear this ring as a reminder of the vows we have spoken today, our wedding day." I said, slipping the ring onto his finger.

"By the power vested in me by the State of Ontario, Canada, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride." before the he could even finish the sentence, Connor had his arms wrapped around my waist and his lips were on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him with all I had. Everyone started clapping and cheering, but in that moment, everything Connor and I were able to focus on was each other.

Everything was perfect.

I wanna live with you

Even when we're ghosts

'Cause you were always there for me

When I needed you the most

I'm gonna love you 'till

My lungs give out

I promise 'til death we part

Like in our vows

#connor mcdavid #hockey fic #hockey imagines #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #hockey imagine

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jiaraforeverr · 4 years ago

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Friends to Lovers in Canon Universe

I'll be the light and lead you home (when there's nowhere left to go) by @homebody-nobody and @hmspogue

“Hi, Dad,” he says, his heart pounding, his veins already humming with fight-or-flight adrenaline. He can feel his brain kicking into overdrive as his body is tensing to prepare for whatever comes next. Keep your voice down, his mind reiterates, reciting rules that governed years of his childhood, learned the hard way and necessary for his safety -- for survival. Stay an arms length away, nod and agree, don’t tell him no, respond with “yes sir”, keep your voice down for as long as possible, and get out before the yelling starts at all costs… But, now, in the midst of this frantic inventory, a new rule makes its way into his consciousness. Stay between him and Kiara.

baby, it’s halloween (we can be anything)

JJ tags along with Kie as she goes costume shopping but she leaves the store with much more than she bargained for.

The Haunting of Crowley Manor

After spending the night with JJ, going to Sarah's Halloween party at an abandoned, and allegedly haunted, Kook mansion is not high on Kiara's list of things she wants to be doing. When the Pogues do some exploring, what they find is unsettling at best. Even amidst all the pandemonium, Kiara would really just like to clear the air.

you wanna play with fire (stick and poke tattoo) by @homebody-nobody

'JJ chews on the information she’s given him, tracing his fingers down her arm, over the curve of her elbow and back up to her shoulder. “You’re still gonna go home, right?” He asks, uncertainty and maybe longing in his voice. She realizes, then, that of course she is. Her parents love her, even if they don’t know how to show it, don't understand what the Cut and its inhabitants (and one in particular) mean to her. Of course, she’s going to go home. Because JJ doesn’t get to. Because she still can.

touch me someone by @homebody-nobody

He pulls away from her, and his eyes are wide but dry as his chest heaves. He looks wild, uncaged and raw, the moonlight turning his blond hair white and his blue eyes into pools of silver. Tragedy and shock have destroyed him, the chains he’d wrapped around his brash, heedless, unending want twisted into shards by an explosion of hurt and grief. He has always been the victim, the boy left behind in empty rooms with nothing but loss and bloody fragments, told to piece himself back together. Finally, they’ve taken the last thing. When he told John B they had nothing to lose, they still had each other. And now, he doesn’t even have that. But she’s still here.

A Midsummers Night's Scheme

Kiara really doesn't want to go to Midsummers, and this time it isn't just about the socioeconomics of it all. When she runs into someone she was hoping never to see again, she enlists the help of JJ, who might already be more involved than she would've ever thought.

georgia (georgia, i love your son) by @jiaaras

Two years after Sarah and John B died (or disappeared, if you asked JJ), Kiara and JJ must deal with the return of a familiar face to the Outer Banks.

it was there the whole time

The rest of the pogues notice that JJ and Kiara are hopelessly in love with each other long before they do themselves.

because i'm still in love with you (i wanna see you dance again.)

post season one; John B and Sarah are gone, Pope is M.I.A and Kiara just wants to help JJ stop drinking so much.

lets go surfing by @simpforjiara

everything good happens in the surf

and even when you look away i know you think of me by @hvitstark

The night of graduation Kie worries about the future.

Her Boys *trigger warning character drugged against their will*

Some guy tries to drug Kiara during a kegger at the Boneyard, and her boys ride to the rescue, and then take her home and take beautiful care of her…which leads to a very unique first Jiara kiss.

five times JJ or Kie kissed the other as friends + 1 time they were definitely not friends by @simpforjiara

don't blame me for fallin' (i was just a little boy) by @simpforjiara

JJ Maybank could never just simply care about something, when it came to Kiara it was always too much

Home is Where the Puppy Lives by @tiggerusername

Four months after John B and Sarah disappear, everything in Outer Banks is strange. JJ and Kiara are hardly talking. Pope is hardly around. And storms keep coming. That is until Kiara decides to visit the chateau after work one day and finds a puppy stuck in the destruction of the night outside.

Snapshots Through Time

Just as the title implies, jumps in time depicting moments in JJ and Kiara’s lives. First as friends, then as a couple, and eventually as a family.

Don't overthink it

For the majority of the time she was not even sure she liked JJ as a person.

i don’t wanna be your friend (i wanna kiss your lips)

If she’s being honest, Kiara used to think about kissing JJ all the time. aka the five times kiara thinks about kissing jj, and the one time she finally does it.

I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

JJ and Kiara grow closer in the aftermath of what should have been the best summer of their lives.

One of Us Must Know (Sooner or Later)

After spending a night with Pope, Kie runs to the person she was meant to be with in the first place.

it wasn’t special til i met you by @dayas

kiara never expects teaching jj to braid to matter so much. it does. or, alternatively, the four times kiara lets jj braid her hair and the one time she doesn’t.

every piece of you

Five places that Kie hadn’t expected to be intimate when kissed and one place she does.

if we were meant to be, we would've been by now by @alphinias

five times JJ was jealous, and one time he didn't have to be

and if my wishes came true (it would’ve been you)

the one where jj and kiara go on a road trip together and do a miserable job of pretending they’re not two idiots in love

tell me when you’re falling (can you hear me calling?)

being in love with your best friend makes vacationing pretty inconvenient. luckily for kiara, said best friend will never suspect a thing.

bare necessities by @rae-of-fricking-sunshine

the five times they were unintentionally undressed, and the one time they weren't

better date than never by @alphinias

Kiara is sick of her mom badgering her about the single groomsmen at her cousin's wedding, so obviously, taking JJ as her date is the perfect solution. It won't be complicated. Not at all.

i had a few (got drunk on you)

Kiara is a student at bartender school and JJ is helping her practice (when he isn’t hindering her by drinking all the liquor).

i'll be there 'til the stars don't shine by @maybankiara

in which the pogues throw a kegger, and jj keeps getting distracted by the feelings he might have for one of his closest friends.

What if... (Secrets are dug in the best friends' back yard?) by @tiggerusername

What if JJ and Kiara have been keeping a massive secret from the Pogues? What if JJ and Kiara were a lot closer than anyone had expected during Kiara's Kook year?

Standing On Younger Ground by @usnavisbubbly

If he really thinks about it, he knows it probably just took missing her for an entire year for him to realize that he never wanted to again. Miss her, that is. That shit was brutal. She’s his best friend and he wants her around all the time. It’s just that now, he sometimes wishes it was just them. Like, he’d never want John B and Pope to go away, per se, he just also wants Kie to himself? Or something? It’s confusing.

Bad Timing

the one where the Pogues all had a thing for Kie, all get rejected and JJ eventually finds the right time.

wish you were sober

The Pogues are growing up and following their dreams, which means it's time for JJ and Kiara to sort through some feelings.

around the world

You can take the boy out of the Outer Banks, but you can't take the Outer Banks out of the boy. when it's all calmed down, kiara travels the world. jj's not precisely an unwelcome addition.

drunk off of nothing but of each other until the sunrise (i swear to god it was the best night of my life)

The night before Kie leaves for collage JJ finally makes a move. It's the start and end of something all at once.

friends don’t look at friends that way

anyone observant can see that JJ and Kiara are clearly more than friends.

You Can Get Lost in the Music For Hours, Honey by @anniebibananie

A love story told (predominately) through text messages and a collaborative spotify playlist.

Come Down to the Black Sea Swimming with Me

JJ and Kiara try to deal with the aftermath of John B and Sarah's deaths, and find it easier together.

if this is love, i know it’s true (i won’t forget you)

kiara carrera doesn’t know when she falls in love with jj maybank. she just knows that she does, and there’s nothing she can do about it.

i want to see you stare at ceilings until you fall back asleep

jj and kie have a moment.

(au mid-season before any of that insane police chase stuff went down)

#jiara fanfiction #jiara fanfic #jiara #jiaraendgame #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank #kiara carrera fanfiction #kiara carrera #kie obx #jj x kie #jj x kiara

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leigh-kelly · 4 years ago

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The Nanny

So the last thing I should be doing is writing a new fic, but this is a gift for @yourstreetserenade who has been an absolute gift to this fandom especially during such a difficult time. I’m not sure how frequent updates will be, but they will come!

Just after finishing with four separate brides in the bridal shop she works at in Flushing, Queens, Brittany Pierce hops up on the counter and crosses her legs, tossing her head back. Sugar Motta grabs a bottle of water and thrusts it into Brittany’s hand, before jumping up on the counter next to her. The two of them sit in silence for several minutes, taking in the fact that they have no customers, before the bell on the door tinkles and Brittany takes a swig out of the bottle and climbs down, smoothing her dress.

“Oh, hey Dani.” She grins, walking over to her girlfriend. Before she can give her a kiss, Dani puts her hand up, and Brittany furrows her brow.

“No kiss?”

“Look, Brittany, we need to talk.”

“Uh, sure, shoot.”

“Somewhere private.” Dani gestures over to Sugar, who makes herself look busy with her boss’ presence in the store.

“Don’t worry, no one’s in here.” Sugar pops her gum and sticks a pin into the dress on one of the mannequins.

“You are, Sugar. Brittany, let’s go into my office.”

“Aw c’mon Dan, I’ve told you a thousand times, if you tell me something, I’m just going to tell Sugar anyway, you may as well just say it. Besides, we’ve had a real rush in here today, and I don’t wanna leave her stranded if it happens again.”

“Fine.” Dani sighs, exasperated. “We’ve had a good run, Britt, but there’s someone else.”

“Someone else? What are you talking about? We’re pre-engaged.”

“Yeah!” Sugar agrees. “We’ve already been picking out Brittany’s wedding dress.”

“Sugar, this is really a couple’s conversation.”

“How are you going to say it’s a couple’s conversation if you just said we’re not a couple anymore?” Brittany tries to hold back her tears, but she finds that she’s failing miserably. “How could you do this?”

“It just happened, Quinn and I ran into each other a few weeks ago at—”

“Quinn? You’re breaking up with me for Quinn Fabray? How am I supposed to work here knowing that you’re sleeping with that shameless hussy?”

“You sound a little like your mother, Britt.” Sugar interjects.

“Shut up, Sugar.”

“Well, about that.” Dani wrings her hands in front of her body. “Quinn needs a job, and, well…”

“So not only are you breaking up with me, you’re firing me?” Brittany grabs her purse from behind the counter and makes toward the door as Dani reaches for her. “Don’t touch me. You can’t fire me, I quit!” She pushes the door open, gets halfway through and turns around. “No, you fired me, that way I can collect unemployment.”

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“Kurt!” Santana Lopez calls out, sitting behind the desk in her home office and shuffling through a stack of paperwork. “Come in here!”

“You bellowed, Ms. Lopez?” Kurt opens the door, adjusting his tie.

“Have any of the prospective nannies arrived yet? Rachel is on me—”

“She wishes.” He mutters under his breath.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing.”

“Rachel is on me about the party on Saturday night. If Tyler scares one more nanny away, I’m sending him to boarding school.”

Santana puts her head in her hands on continues to go through her paperwork. Ever since her wife died five years ago, she’s been overwhelmed by the demands of her career and taking care of her three children. Valerie, the oldest, had been thrust into puberty and is off the walls with her emotions, Tyler does everything in his power to force anyone who came into the house to leave, and Abigail, the baby, is in therapy twice a week and trying to deal with the fact that she barely remembers her mother at all, but sometimes Santana thinks it’s making her worse, not better. On top of all that, she has Rachel who is constantly demanding every moment of her attention, and she’s been through eight nannies who just can’t seem to manage her children, so she can give the focus she needs to her career.

“There’s the bell.” Kurt breaks her from her thoughts. “Let’s hope the ninth time’s the charm and this nanny that the agency sent over can actually manage Master Tyler.”

“Tell her I’ll be with her in a minute, I just need to finish up in here.”

“Yes, Ms. Lopez.”

Kurt exits the room and goes to answer the door. Standing before him is a leggy blonde in a bright pink mini dress and stiletto heels. She’s not exactly what he expected from the agency and is certainly a far cry from any of the other nannies they’ve seen over the past five years, but he steps back and lets her in.

“Ms. Lopez says she’ll be right with you. I expect you have your resume?”

“Resume? I—uh…” The blonde clutches the makeup kit she carries close to her chest and looks around.

“Yes, resume. You know, the list of your previous experience as a nanny, which I presume you have quite a bit of?”

“Resume. Nanny. Right. Yeah, I, uh…totally have it. Say, butler man, do you think I could get a glass of water?”

“As you wish.”

When Kurt leaves the room to get her a glass of water, Brittany scrambles through her makeup kit. She had no intention of applying for a job as a nanny, she was just at this gorgeous mansion to try and sell makeup so she could get out of her parents’ house, now that she was no longer living with Dani, but like she always thought, when opportunity knocks, she’s got to answer. Unfortunately, all she has with her is an order form and a few tubes of lipstick, but she’ll make do, quickly scribbling her name and phone number in Monroe Red along the back of the form and trying to write down her years of working at Dani’s Discount Bridal before the butler comes back with her water. She’s just about finished when a dark-haired boy bursts into the room clutching a knife to his chest and collapses on the floor with a pool of ketchup staining his white shirt.

“Eh, mediocre performance.” She stands over his twitching body and his eyes pop open. “Next time, you want to get some of that fake costume blood off of Amazon. Ketchup is so 1990s.”

“I’ll have you know.” The boy feigns a gasp. “I’m dying here.”

“We’re all dying, kid.” Brittany laughs. “What’s your name, anyway?”

“What business is it of yours?”

“I’m just making conversation. So, you live here, or what?”

“No.” He deadpans. “I just hang around random mansions looking to scare unsuspecting nannies.”

“You’ve really gotta get better at this scaring thing. I’m telling you, I could give you some tips that’ll have you winning Academy Awards.”

“I’ll have you know I’ve scared off seven nannies in five years, and if you’d stop messing with my plan, you’d be number eight.”

“I don’t scare easily, you’ve never met my mother. Trust me, she’ll tell you the story of the time she thought she had to poop, gave birth to me in a barn and wrapped me up in a Mr. Submarine wrapper, and you’ll be scarred for life.”

“Ew.” The boy sticks out his tongue. “That’s disgusting, and I don’t think my mother would appreciate you telling me that story.”

“Your mother will make that decision.” Brittany’s jaw nearly hits the floor when a gorgeous brunette in a pencil skirt and blazer steps into the room. “Santana Lopez, it’s a pleasure to meet you Miss—”

“Pierce. Brittany Pierce.”

“Miss Pierce. Now what was this story you were telling my son?”

“Oh…I…uh…never mind.” Brittany stammers. “We were just getting to know each other.”

“Well, you haven’t run screaming from the house yet, so I suppose that’s going well. Tyler, go get Valerie and Abigail.”

“But Mom—”

“Go.” She shoos him off, and Brittany can’t help but stare at the woman in front of her.

“Santana—”

“I’d prefer if you call me Ms. Lopez, thank you.”

“Right, sorry, Ms. Lopez. Um…he’s a character.”

“That’s one way to put it.” She sighs. “Your resume, please.”

“Oh…yeah. Well, I kind of forgot to bring one with me, but I have this.” Brittany hands over the lipstick scrawled paper, and Santana holds it between two fingers.

“So, you came to an interview without a resume? Is that lipstick?”

“Well, I’m kind of having a bad week, you know how that goes.” She bites her lip, figuring she may as well just show herself the door.

“You’re not here for the interview, are you?”

“I—look, I wasn’t exactly called her for an interview, but I’m telling you, I’m great with kids. I have like…thirty-six little cousins, and I could totally be a nanny.”

“Yet you have no experience. I see here that you worked for…Dani’s Discount Bridal?”

“Mom!” A little girl with her hair in long braids tumbles into the room, and Brittany smiles at how much she looks like San—Ms. Lopez. “Tyler pushed me again!”

“Kid, what’s your deal?” Brittany asks him. “Why do you want everyone not to like you?”

“You can’t talk to me like that! Mom, tell her she can’t talk to me like that!”

“She’s not wrong Tyler. How many times have I had to tell you to keep your hands off your sister?”

“I don’t know.” He rolls his eyes. “About a billion.”

“Look, Miss Pierce, clearly I need more help here than you’re qualified to give. Thank you for coming, I’ll have Kurt see you out.”

“But—”

“I’m sorry. Thank you for your time.”

Kurt enters the living room again holding Brittany’s water, which he immediately sets down on the coffee table, sensing the tone of the room. While he’s escorting Brittany to the door, she catches a glimpse of the oldest Lopez child and she sighs, thinking that she probably could have made some kind of difference in their lives, even if she doesn’t necessarily have any formal training as a nanny. When she gets to the door, another short brunette enters, who gives her a dirty look, and she just exits without another word.

“Santana!” Rachel cries out, looking at the ketchup on Tyler’s shirt with disgust before the kids all scatter from the room in her wake. “I’ve been on the phone all morning with the caterer for Saturday night. I’m telling you, if this party is a disaster, then we’re never going to get the funding we need for our play. They’re going to immediately jump ship and support the next Lin Manuel Miranda production, and we’ll be out in the cold again.”

“Rachel, it’s going to be fine. I just have to focus on getting a nanny for these kids today, and then Saturday will go off without a hitch.”

“What was the matter with that one? Scared off again by Lord Ketchup?”

“No.” Santana looks to the door, feeling like perhaps she’s made some kind of mistake just as the phone rings. “She’s just not right for our family.”

“Well, you better find someone who’s right. We have three million dollars riding on Saturday night being a success, and as much as I adore your children, I just don’t think having them run around our cocktail party will do anyone any favors.”

“Yes, I’m aware, you’ve told me that about forty-six times this week.”

“Ms. Lopez.” Kurt interrupts. “It’s the nanny agency on the phone for you.”

“Rachel, I have to take this. Go into my office and look over the notes for our pitch.”

“You know that I’m your partner, not your employee, right?”

“Okay.” Santana pinches the bridge of her nose. “Decide if you want to look over the notes for our pitch so you can be prepared for Saturday night.”

“I think that sounds like a great idea.” Rachel chirps. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Great.” She takes the phone from Kurt and sinks down onto the couch. “Santana Lopez speaking.”

“Ms. Lopez, this is Mindy from the agency. Unfortunately, the interviewee we were sending out to you today was offered another job and has decided to cancel. I can get someone else to you on Monday, maybe Tuesday.”

“Monday or Tuesday isn’t good enough.” Santana snaps. “I’ve told you a dozen times that I need someone for this weekend.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to do that.”

“You have got to be kidding me. I have three kids who need a nanny, and I have an event Saturday night. Next week is unacceptable.”

“I’ll do what I can, but I don’t think I’ll be able to make it work.”

“Goddamnit.” Santana hangs up the phone and looks at Kurt desperately. “Why is it so hard to find good help in this town?”

“I believe I can still decipher the lipstick on Miss Pierce’s ‘resume.’” Kurt offers. “Maybe you ought to give her a shot. She certainly wasn’t afraid of Master Tyler.”

“She has no experience. And did you see what she was wearing? What kind of influence on Valerie would I be bringing into this house?”

“You certainly seemed a little…preoccupied with her wardrobe if I do say so myself.”

“Honestly, shut up.”

“You need a nanny before Saturday, and she clearly needs a job. Hire her on a trial basis, then you at least have yourself covered and you can resume your interviews next week.”

#brittana #the nanny #new fic

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rosierocks30 · 4 years ago

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Hidden: Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Heartbreak, Glory, and Unholy

(Mikasa’s Pov)

The streets became a war zone. How ironic? The raven haired assassin uses her ODM gear to fly through buildings. She noticed a familiar face at a pile of rumbles. Gabi Braun was removing the destroyed house. Mikasa landed on the ground to check on her.

“Gabi? Are you ok? What happened?” her tone was worried for the young girl.

“Mikasa? Mikasa, you’re here. I’m glad you are here. I need your help. The bomb destroyed this neighborhood and my parents and auntie are under the pile. Please help me to get them out.” Gabi ran to her and hugged her tightly. The young girl was in tears.

“I’m glad that you’re not hurt.” Mikasa hugged back to comfort her. “Of course, I’ll help you. We’ll get them out.”

Gabi gave a faint smile and let go of Mikasa while resuming digging on the pile. Ackerman goes to lift up the heavy ones. Soon, they saw three bodies. Gabi’s parents and Reiner’s mother.

“Mom and dad! Wake up!” The brunette cried out. They didn’t respond. Gabi checked their pulses, but as she feared none of their pulses was detected.

“N-no my parents they can’t be dead?” the girl sobbed from realizing her loss.

“I’m so sorry, Gabi….you shouldn’t feel the loss of your parents.” This breaks her heart. Just seeing Gabi grieving, it hits her home. Then both girls saw a small movement. They glanced to see Ms. Braun groaned in pain. “G-gabi? My niece, shouldn’t you be with your comrades?” Ms. Braun coughs from struggling to breathe. Her blood spat out from the coughs.

Reiner’s mother feels her legs crushed. Her lungs had collapsed from the big chunks crushing her chest. The older woman barely hangs on to her life. She knows deep down she only has a few minutes left before Death takes her away.

“Yes, yes I’m here auntie. I have my friend, Mikasa. She will help you and we’ll go to Reiner.” The little girl held her aunt's hand carefully.

“Mikasa? Mikasa Ackerman? Girl, come here so I can take a good look at you.” Her voice was wheezing. Mikasa obeys the dying woman.

“It’s nice to officially meet you Ms. Braun. I wish we had met in a better circumstance.” Mikasa stared at the older woman.

“You are a beauty. My son must be lucky. Tell him I love him. I don’t think I would make it soon.” She coughed again.

“No, don’t say that. We’ll get you out of here and find a hospital to treat you. You can leave Reiner alone along Gabi. They need you.” Mikasa trying to encourage her things will be ok.

“You silly girl. I have not much time left so let the dying woman say her final words.” Ms. Braun chuckled weakly.

Gabi’s tears shed more from hearing what her aunt had said. Mikasa was struggling not to shout and convince her that she needed to be strong. This feels familiar when Carla Jaeger was crushed under her home until a titan saw her and ate her. Now. Mikasa cried because what will she tell Reiner? That his mother died and she couldn’t do anything about it to save her? Oh god, she wants to shed blood on the ones responsible. How many people’s lives need to lose in order to win a war and have peace? Could for once the world be beautiful enough to enjoy it?

“Auntie! Don’t leave me...and Reiner….I can’t be alone. Soon all of you will leave me.” Gabi screamed in agony at the thought of losing all her family members. As a warrior trainee, she will be under responsibility of the military.

“My sweet warrior please listen to me. We’ll be in your heart to protect and guide you, just remember that. I love you so much and your parents love you very much. We are all so proud of you for your accomplishments.” She said.

Mikasa listens to the conversation between aunt and niece. Then Ms. Braun began to speak to her.

“Mikasa, promise me you will make my son happy...his feelings for you are deep. If you have no feelings for him, give him a chance. He is a good man and honorable.” She pleaded.

“I already...we confessed how we feel about each other. I promise to be there with him until his time..” The Asian woman made her promise.

“I’m grateful to hear that. I may not get the chance to see my future grandchild, but please give my son a child. This is my dying wish and take Gabi under your care. She deserves to have a better childhood. Promise me, Mikasa.” Ms. Braun gasped for air until she drew her last breath and passed away.

“I-I p-promise, Ms. Braun.” Mikasa’s tears fell and closed the older woman's eyes. Gabi cried on Mikasa’s chest while the raven haired woman held her tightly as both cried.

After they calmed down, both females got up to start heading to find Reiner or Armin and Annie who had arrived at night time from the other side of the world.

“Let’s go find a cousin or my friends.” Mikasa grabbed a gun for Gabi to use it. “You know how to shoot right?” She asked.

“Gabi nodded. “Yeah, we learned from our training.” The little girl grabbed it and held it like a true soldier.

“Alright, use it when necessary. I don’t have a lot of bullets, but we’ll find one on the way.” Mikasa watched the girl then both begin to walk away from the grim scene. They need to survive this hell. Mikasa will protect Gabi with her life. That’s a promise.

(Eve)

Since the day at the festival, both Eve and Eren had a hard time keeping their hands to themselves. Everything felt like those romantic traveling movies. She felt like in a fairytale. Eren was perfect in her eyes. All they did was walk around the town and have those crazy love makings. Everything was great until rumors of an attack at the capitol. People prayed for the safety of their loved ones who lived there and the queen.

Both couples were laying on the bed thinking their own thoughts. “I think I have to leave.” This made Eve glance at him.

“Wait what? Leave where?” Eve frowned.

“Into hiding before these new enemies come find me.” Eren already begins to get up and gather his clothes.

“Why would they want to find you? Eren what did you do?” The brunette woman sat up.

“That’s confidential.” He said.

“So that’s it then. You’re going to leave and pretend this didn’t happen?” Her grey eyes began to get watery.

Eren had his back facing her. “Yes, it's just fun while it lasts, but I need to focus on my purpose.”

Just hearing his words, breaks her heart. How could he be so cruel? All those sweet words and promises were nothing but lies. It may be short but it felt like their relationship was longer than it seems.

“Please Eren...don’t leave. Whatever your purpose is, we can do it together. I need you...I want you.” She got up to go in front of him to stop him.

“Eve, don’t make me do this the hard way.” To be honest, this is killing Eren also. He wants to protect her from what is coming soon. Those few weeks since their first meet, slowly they were falling for each other.

“Take me with you, please. I can’t be without you. I know it’s so soon but I’m in love with you.” Her tears kept falling. She gripped on his shirt.

“I know you feel what I am feeling too. You love me as much I love you. Don’t break my heart please, my love.” Her lips already started to leave kisses on his neck and lips to show him how much he means to her.

Why is she making this difficult? If he takes her with him, she could get killed. He prefers to have her alive and safe. Of course, what he was doing is hurting him too.

Damn it, she is going to hate him.

“Eve stop this now.” He grabbed her wrists to have her away from him. “At least have dignity.” His tone became cold.

“Why? Baby, don’t do this to me.” Her tears fell hard.

“Forget what we had. There was never us. I was just a lonely man who wanted comfort on my bed.” Her heart dropped from what he said. All long he was using her to satisfy himself?

“You jerk! How can you do this to me? I opened up my heart for you and you just take it? So you have never loved me like you claimed? How dare you play my heart you asshole?” She began to yell at him. This pain is too much. She was a fool. Eve had fallen into the same trap as her previous relationships. She thought he was different, but clearly was too dumb to see the signs.

“Don’t take this too personal, Dollface. I am a man with needs and your body fulfills that. You should consider using your talented skill into a professional business. I hear whores make a lot of money if they are exotic and talented.” He smirked to make this act work.

Eve gave a glare that’s so familiar to him. The only ones who pulled it off are Mikasa and Levi Ackermans. Before he was about to say more, his cheek was stinging from the slap she gave him.

“I hate you. I hate you so much; yet I still love you, you bastard!” The heartbreak was too much for her. She falls on her knees from her body trembling with so much emotions.

Eren glanced down at the woman he loves dearly. He can’t believe this was the only way to keep her safe and away from him. What he was about to do is placing his palm on her forehead. Since She has Eldian blood in her veins. He can erase her memories of him and their heavenly time together. It’s for the best. Maybe one day he’ll have her back.

Eve tried to remove his hand away from her, but she felt a static on her body as Eren erased her memories of him for good. After the deed was done, he walked away leaving her with a blink look.

“I’m sorry...I love you, Eve.” He whispered low enough for him to hear as he exited the room.

When Eren left her alone in the room, Eve stared at the door where he exited. What he did know, Eve still has her memories of him. After all Ackermans are immune from the power of the Founding titan. Her true identity was not Eve. Well, it’s her middle name. Her true name is Natasha Eve Ackerman and her grandparents are Historia Reiss and Levi Ackerman. Yeah, Eve came to the past...accidentally. The most reckless thing she ever did was fall in love with the Earth devil aka Eren Jaeger.

(Historia)

The young queen was on a loveseat while the maids did her hair. She was already bathe, dressed in her white wedding dress, and had done her makeup but lightly.

“Your majesty, you look so beautiful. Your king will be pleased.” One of the maids said.

No no can they just shut up. He is not her king. He will never be her king. That belongs to Levi. He is her king, the king of her heart. The one thing she was grateful for was that her son had escaped safely. At least, she can focus on trying to escape or kill him. Oh Walls, she misses her sweet little boy. Barely a few hours born and already the queen is separated from her baby. She misses Levi so much. Soon, she will reunite with her boys to be as a family they are meant to be.

“All ready, my queen.” Another maid said with happiness while another one grabbed a mirror to show how she looked in the reflection.

Historia glanced at the reflection, but felt unamazed. She hated it. This was not her dream wedding.

“I see.” Her tone was mono and uninterested.

Before one of the maids said something, a knock on the doors appeared. One of them opens the doors. “Is the bride ready? His Majesty is waiting at the altar along with our guests.” The messenger said.

“She is ready now.” The door opened wider for the man to enter.

“Your majesty, it’s a pleasure meeting you in person. You are a beauty that rivals Our three goddesses. I’ll be your escort to the citadel. Our King is awaiting his queen.” He smiled from meeting the Queen Historia.

Historia gets up. “Let’s get this over with.” She walked to exit the room which the man quickly followed her behind.

When exited the palace, another machine cart or what these invaders called a car was parked in the pathway of the palace ground. It’s similar to the other car that kidnapped her from the Orphanage property.

The gloomy bride hesitated to enter the vehicle as the backseat door was opened for her. For a woman that just gave birth, she was holding herself together. Even with makeup it doesn’t conceal her pale face. Historia felt scared, but her escort gently pushed her in.

“Your majesty, we must go quickly. It’s improper to make the guests wait for the bride taking too long.” he said.

Historia felt tears fall from her eyes as she slid into the car. The man gets in after her and closes the door. The car begins to drive to downtown plaza of the city of Mitras.

As she stared at the window from the car, the view was like a nightmare. Fallen soldiers laying on the ground dying. The streets were covered in blood. Some civilians were in distress from the scene. Smokes coming out of a few buildings. The queen began to breathe in and out panicky. Why? Just why, must there be good men and women dying in vain? This is not the reign she wants to be a part of. A true ruler will put their people first instead of their personal agenda.

“Why...why is he so cruel? This nation is already worrying about another war but with Marley. My people shouldn’t be suffering. Nobody shouldn’t.” She looked down. The blonde haired woman couldn’t look at the scene.

“I agree, but we must preserve our strength so you can rise up and bring peace again.” The man said. He tries to comfort the crying woman.

“You’re not one of Evans’ loyalists? Or Templars?” Her blue eyes glanced at him.

“No, I’m an assassin that’s undercover. I’m on this mission when Mentor Miles and the rest of the brotherhoods arrived on this island many months ago. He assigned me to join the templar as a spy. Don’t worry Queen Historia, I informed the Mentor that you're alive and well.” The assassin said.

Her eyes widened with hope. “Tell me...is my son safe? Did Commander Hange have my son in custody?”

“The prince is safe, my queen. I received a message from the mentor before they departed to their hideout.” He reassured her.

A sigh of relief came from her. Her little angel is with the people she trusts. She wonders if Levi knew their son was born. Has he met him?

“What about Levi? Has he met his son yet?” She said.

“No, the captain left around 3 am to get to you in the morning.” He sighed and shook his head. Historia nodded and felt sad. He probably doesn’t know what’s going on yet? Or maybe he does and is on a rampage.

The car finally stopped. She looked at the window to see the entrance of the citadel where the wedding ceremony will take place.

“I don’t want to go..” Historia whispered.

“I’m sorry your majesty...I don’t want you to go in there too, but keep up the appearance as an obedient queen until we strike. I promise you it will be long.” He encouraged her which she sighed in understanding. She has to do this. For her son, for former comrades, for her friends, for the people of Paradis and for her husband, Levi.

“What’s your name if I may ask?” Historia waits for someone to open the door since it;s protocol and also she doesn’t know how to open this metal fancy cart.

“My name is Reignald Garcia, your Majesty, but Reggie it’s what most called me.” he said.

“Thank you, Reggie for reassuring me. I need that. I don’t know who to trust at the moment.” Historia glanced at the assassin.

“No problem your majesty. I wish you luck.” He gave her a smile.

Historia nods and the door is open for her. She grabs another escort’s hand to get out of the car. Few armies guard her as they lead her to the main double doors. Finally the doors open and she takes one last breath. The queen steps into the citadel to wait for her doom.

As she enters, all eyes are on her. The citadel is full of people. Carefully she notices very familiar noble families. She doesn’t know whether they betray her or they were forced. Historia stare at each one of the nobles and priests because once she holds her power as queen, they will answer their loyalty towards her. If any signs showed their betrayal to her and the government and people, all hell will lose.

The music church sound began and everyone stood up. The bride slowly walked down the aisle. This time she held her chin up. She will play her part then when the time is right, she will strike and bring them down.

(Levi)

Levi reached the city of Mitras. He noticed the streets were being cleaned up from an attack. There were guards that were not from either military regiment. His instincts were telling him to stay hidden. The captain avoided the guards passing by to patrol. He got to the headquarters to notice, no one was there. It was empty. Thank god, he knows where to go if something like this happens. Quickly, Levi led his horse back out of the city to find the hideout.

The area was surrounded by trees as he galloped through the forest. It took Levi twenty minutes to reach his destination. In his view, a cabin appeared. The raven haired man could see people there. Most were the assassins but he saw Four- Eyes there with a tiny human that she’s carrying. Why did they bring a baby with them? What are they babysitters?

He was finally at the cabin. The short man got off his horse and had the horse being tied where food and water are already displayed for the horses. Commander Hange glanced to see Levi here.

“Levi! I’m glad you’re here. A lot has happened in 24 hours.” She was interrupted.

“Hange, I know shitty things have happened in the capital, but I just got back from the Orphanage. Those bastards burnt down the property. Luckily, most of the children had escaped and hid, but they killed off the adults. H-historia was taken and...I need to find her. She’s in danger. The baby….I can’t fucking lose them. I swear I will kill them all.” He felt his anger arise again. Then the crying of the baby stopped him talking.

“I understand your pain, Levi but we have someone undercover keeping an eye on the queen. Please try to calm down, your kid can sense your anger.” Hange looked at the baby who was still crying.

“Shitty Glasses, what are you talking about? My kid hasn’t been born yet. Historia is still pregnant.” The captain was confused. He stared at the baby.

“Well, she gave birth in Lord Evans’ estates. One of the girls who works for the midwife sneaks your son out because he’s in more danger. So Levi, meet your boy, Atticus Ackerman. Isn’t he a cutie? He looks like you only with Historia’s blue eyes.” She showed the baby to Levi.

He glanced at the baby to notice those familiar blue eyes. They are definitely Historia’s. He can’t believe it; his child is here. His heart gave a squeezed feeling for missing the birth of his son. Wow, he has a son. Now Levi doesn’t know what to do.

“Atticus? I-I don’t know where to start.” He said.

“It’s ok, you can start by carrying him. I think he senses you’re his papa.” Hange carefully placed Atticus on Levi’s arms while the baby stopped crying.

“See he wants his daddy.” She grins while watching Levi cradling his newborn son.

Levi was lost in admiring his child. He and Historia had created this innocent angel. He will do what it takes to protect his son. As a new father, Levi is scared of screwing his kid’s life. Atticus starts to smile and let out a cute giggle. Hange felt her heartbeat with joy. This is one of the rare moments seeing Levi smiling. She is happy for her friend as another good thing was given to him.

“Atticus, my son...I’m sorry you were born in this shitty moment but I will promise you. I give you the best life you deserve. You and your mother will have the best life I’ll give. I love you; be strong.” The captain has leaned closer to kiss his son’s tiny forehead.

“Zoe...do you know where my grandfather is? I need his help to send Atticus away from this island.” He looked up at his friend and commander. The commander rarely heard him calling her by her first name.

“Yeah, he’s inside. Let’s go in and talk about sending Atticus to America.” She walked back into the cabin which Levi followed her while carrying his child. Levi doesn’t want to be separated from his child. He just met him. As the war just started, his boy is not safe here. He won’t risk his son’s life.

William was busy on his laptop. He was in contact with Shaun on Zoom.

“Everything is a mess here. It’s technically a war zone. We’re lucky enough to escape before we get amush.” The Mentor sigh.

“Wow that sucks. I’m not surprised the Templars are capable of conquest. Do you plan to get more recruits? You don’t have enough men and women to fight.” Shaun said on the other side of the laptop.

“I have three of the new members, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlet and Annie Leonhart; to go to Marley and get recruits or allies.” Will said.

“Huh? One of them has the same last name as your grandson, Levi.” Shaun said.

“Yes, she’s a distant cousin of his. Marley is also being under attack too. The queen is the hostage of the Order. She just gave birth to my great grandson. Thank god there were some people who have a heart to help escape the boy. He’s now safe and sound with us.” Will hasn’t had time to process what had happened. He was glad Hange is more alert on surprise attacks.

“Congrats on being a great grandfather now.” The blonde man chuckled from the screen.

“Thank you. I hope Levi arrives soon.” Just when he mentions his grandson’s name, Levi and Hange enter the dining room.

“Oh neverminded he’s here.” The older man smiled seeing Hange and Levi especially holding Atticus in his arms.

“Grandfather, I need that favor I told you about if it comes to this.” Levi said vaguely.

“Oh that favor. Of course, we can get a plane here to have Atticus escape. We’ll need someone who can be trusted to take care of the baby.” Will remember what Levi meant.

“As long it will get him out of danger.” The captain stared at his son who’s making cooing sounds.

“Excuse me, Levi. Hi, I’m Shaun Hastings. One of the best tactical guidance in the Brotherhood. It’s a pleasure meeting you, Levi Ackerman. I can help out to make a safe trip for your kid.” Levi heard the laptop talking and raised his brow at his grandfather in confusion.

“It’s one of my fellow members of the brotherhood from America that I’m speaking to on my laptop.” William explained which Hange’s sparkled with intrigue.

“Wait, you can communicate far away with this laptop thing?” She goes behind Will to see a man on the screen.

“Can you? I don’t want anything bad to happen to him. I’m putting him under your responsibility. Got it?” Levi was now on the other side next to Will while talking to Shaun.

Shaun was annoyed the way Levi acts towards him. Obviously, Levi doesn’t care. He’s itchy for using his blades on the templars, Lord PrettyBoy, and Zeke. Oh he has plans for both of them when he sees them.

“Oh don’t mind Levi. He’s just overprotective since he’s a new father.” Hange said to Shaun. The British man nodded and let it go.

“Will, just say the word and I’ll get a plane to you guys.” Shaun already begins to use his connections to find a good plane availability.

“Get a plane and we’ll get someone taking care of Atticus.” William said. Levi and Hange were focused on the baby.

Later as the hours got dark, few selected assassins joined Levi who had his son on his arm while riding the horse to the location where the plane landed at an open spot in the woods.

When they get there, the new father hops off his horse. He looked at a figure besides him.

“Blouse, you’re in charge protecting him. Can you do that? You will have all the necessary things in his diaper bag. The rest of the stuff is at the location. I’m leaving my son under your care. I’m counting on you. If anyone threatens him or you, shoot them.” He gave his orders to his subordinate.

She gave her salute. “Sir, I won’t fail you.”

He nodded and gave the diaper bag to her then his son who’s asleep. Before both Sasha and the baby depart, Levi kisses his forehead on last time. He steps away from them as Sasha gets into the plane while holding Atticus. The captain watched the plane leave and the area became silent.

It’s for the best Host. Our offspring will be safe. Let’s focus on getting our mate back. I’m drenching for vengeance.

“Tch. Let’s go.” Levi orders the rest of the crew to get back to their hideout. His eyes glowed silver. He kept hearing the mumbles Iapetus will do to Zeke and Prettyboy.

(Reiner)

They made it into the base hospital where Pieck is now being treated for her gunshot wounds. The rest of the small group were waiting outside.

“Thank god, we made it in time to save Pieck.” Porco sighs in relief.

Reiner agrees with Porco. He doesn’t want to lose another comrade. He didn’t imagine this war will be against their favor and it’s not just them being invaded, Paradis and other neighboring nations are being invaded by these hungry conquerors. The Marleyans hadn’t felt this helpless since the Eldian Empire. This time it’s not their descendants it’s these unknown groups called themselves the Order of Templars.

At least, they know the identity of their invaders. If Reiner can find any surviving higher officials, maybe they will consider to ally the Paradis and these other groups called the Brotherhood of Assassins. They know more about the templars. What Armin and Annie told them was both factions were hidden from the world. It’s difficult to find information about these two societies. They are considered ancient since the dawn of humanity. Not everything that they knew of their history was true. The Marleyan Warriors had a hard time grasping these new facts. All their lives, they were taught the history of their ancestor’s sins and how they need to atone from the past mistakes.

“We need to find a higher up at least in these bases.” Reiner said.

A Marleyan soldier ran towards the group. The man was in his prime 20s. He glanced at Armin and gasped. “Deputy Chief Braun, we were looking for you. Lieutenant Romos has summoned you. By the way, why is the Paradisan devil here?” He glared at Armin which Annie was ready to act in order to protect her lover. Yes, Armin is capable of protecting himself, but she will not risk it.

“He’s here because he along with another Paradisan have valuable information to deal with our new enemies.” He glared at the Marleyan soldier. “As of now he and Mikasa Ackerman are under my protection as Deputy Chief of the Marley’s Warriors.”

“I see very well, I’ll let my superior make his judgement. Come, he doesn’t have patience at the moment, and you can bring the rest of the group with you.” He turned around to head back.

Reiner and the rest of the gang started heading in that direction. Once they reached where Lt. Romos is located. The man was in his 40s with heavy dark under eyes. His wrinkles were visible from the stress and weather made him aged too fast. Lt. Romos was busy looking at a map while being surrounded by the remaining of the troops besides the ones fighting at the frontline protecting their base.

The Marleyan soldier saluted his officer which Lt. Romos turned around to stare at the soldier. Not that far, he saw Reiner, Porco, Annie, and Armin entering the strategy room. “Ah Deputy Chief Braun, I’m glad you’re alive. I’m sure you understand what’s going on. We don’t know this foreign invaders, but they were hiding under us for a long time to ready to strike. We found out our leaders who were assigned at the shoreline base are dead. It’s just you and I.” Lt. Romos grabbed a paper to hand to Reiner. “Here before Commander Hugos died, he left this last order towards you. I suggest reading out loud for the troops to hear the Commander’s final wish.”

Reiner nodded and took the paper and read what it said. He was shocked at what his late commander’s order was.

Dear Deputy Chief Reiner Braun,

The council and I have hereby to grant you honorary citizenship as a Marleyan. You and your family will be treated as citizens with military benefits. For your loyalty and service to this great nation, Marley. As now you’re an honorary citizen; I, Commander Hugos of the Marley army of all regiments anoint you as my successor if I died in action or incapable of acting as commander. For any soldiers speaks out or disobeys your commands; they will be labelled as traitors and be held in trials under a suitable sentence as decided by you and the councils. I wish you farewell, soldier. You and our fellow comrades bring pride in our nation.

Sincerely,

Robert Hugos, Commander of the Marleyan Army.

Silence took over. Reiner doesn’t know what to say or do. He actually did it. He and his family are safe. They are granted as citizens. What’s shocking he’s now the commander of the whole nation of Marley’s armies.

“I- I don’t know what to say…” The blonde Eldian was processing what he just read.

The soldiers mumbled at what was written. Lt. Romos now salutes the new Commander. “I’m at your service sir. My platoon is under your commander. What’s your first order.” He gave a smirk at Reiner. Around Reiner and Romos, the rest of the troopers salute. “We are also at your service, Commander sir!” They shout with pride.

Reiner nodded in acknowledgement for their fealty towards him as their new commander. “My fellow soldiers, I’m honored to be your commander. I will lead you into victory to drive these invaders out of our great motherland. I promise you, if you die in battle your families will be set for life for the loyalty and dedication to this country. Things will change especially in a time like this. We all have a common enemy. Today we are one army, not as Marleyan-Marleyans, Eldians or half-Marleyans. Today we are the Marleyans. Protectors of our nation, our families, and our beliefs. Are you with me, soldiers?” Reiner raised his fist up. Everyone raised their fists along.

“Yes, sir. For Marley!” They chanted.

“The first thing we need to do is Lt. Romos, to step closer.” The lieutenant did as he was told but was confused where this was leading.

“As today, I’m promoting you to General since you’re the last high up officer of our military. I know it’s not much, but after the war you along several promoting officers will get a ceremony that you deserve. Congratulations, General.” Reiner needed a new general for now. Since then their numbers have shrunk. This will do unless they recruit more. This army will break barriers of Eldians and Marleyans. Maybe this big step will help take the first step in diminishing segregation between Eldians and Marleyans.

“Thank you sir. I will bring honor to our military and nation.” Gen. Romos salutes in respect.

“I need two soldiers with good penmanship's and use our telecommunication.” Commander Braun stared at the troops. Two hands raise to get his attention.

“Sir, I know how to use telecommunication and penmanship. The soldier said.

Sir, I can help him out.” The other one speaks out.

“Alright, both of you go to the communication room and send messages to any surviving troopers from all over Marley and outside. Give them an update. One of you has to go to the frontlines to pass on the message that I will personally give you. The rest of you troopers are on guard and protect our base. You’re all dismiss except Gen. Romos and Porco and Annie, Armin.” Once he gave his order, the troopers left and the room was quiet with all five of them.

“Porco, since I’m the commander; I’m naming you my successor as Deputy Chief of the Marley’s Warriors unit. Congrats, you have earned it.” He gave a smile. Porco was flushed at the promotion he was given. “Thanks Rein- I mean Commander sir.”

Reiner nodded. “Ok now that settles. General, I need you to pick some of your best soldiers, maybe like 3 or 4 to find Mikasa Ackerman and my cousin, Gabi Braun.” General Romos salutes his commander and heads out.

Reiner sighs. He hopes this war will be the last. At what cause they keep this old centuries feud and fear between Marley and Paradis? No one is safe at the price of war, especially fuel by hatred and fear. Like what Mikasa said, all this started because of Templars and their ambition of ruling the world. This time they will stand their ground for a new beginning of peace for their children and their children’s children to have a future.

(Nathaniel)

The Usurper awaits for his bride as she walks down the aisle. She may be beautiful, but her face is pale and her eyes look dull. The death of her brat had hit a milestone. Nathaniel is pleased the newborn had died with mother nature being involved. That beast she is so in love with will know he has nothing. His child is dead, Historia is his. The “king” will find the Ackermans and send their heads to his bride as a late wedding gift from. He will grin with joy when she sees it and scream from losing her precious Ackermans.

The cruel man notices Historia finally stands beside him at the altar. The high priest began to perform the ceremony. Nathaniel takes her hand, but she quickly rejects it by moving it away. The nobleman rolled his eyes. How childish of her? ‘

“You acting like this will not stop the wedding, sweetheart.” His tone gives off a sweet but threatening. “So behave like a good bride. This is your happiest day.” Historia glared with hatred towards him.

So he forcedly grabbed her hand. Historia this time didn’t struggle and continued listening to the high priest.

As minutes turned to hours, both bride and groom were lost in their own thoughts. After all, the high priest’s monotone can put anyone to sleep. Finally the good part begins.

“Do you Lord Nathaniel of House Evans take Queen Historia of House Reiss as your lawful wedded wife to cherish her, comfort her, and love her through sickness and health. Through good and bad?” The high priest said.

“I do.” He grabs the ring and holds roughly Historia’s hand while sliding the ring on her finger. Nathan glimpses at her as tears fall from her eyes.

“Do you Queen Historia of House Reiss take Lord Nathaniel of House Evans as your lawful wedded husband to cherish him, comfort him, and love him through sickness and health, through good and bad?” Nathaniel can read her face. She wants to say no. Of course, she doesn’t have a choice.

“I-I...I...d-do.” He hears her choke up from those two words. Her hand trembles when she slides the ring into his finger.

Once the rings were exchanged, the high priest said his last phrases to seal their marriage.

“With the power invested in me and the blessing of Ymir, Sina, Rose, and Maria; I pronounce you husband and wife. My lord, you may kiss your bride.”

Nathaniel glances at his new wife then leans to give a kiss. Honestly, he can’t stand the though of kissing her or anything like sex. In order to have heirs, he’ll have to get over with. Maybe getting drunk will help to get it over that part later.

“As the law of our kingdom, Queen Historia will be stripped of her title. Lord Evans with your marriage with her majesty. I crown you as the new reigning king and his wife, queen consort. All hail King Nathaniel of House of Evans and Queen Consort Historia of House Evans. Long live the new dynasty. May the three goddesses and Ancestress Ymir bless you children and longing reign.” The high priest placed the crowns on him first then on Historia. The crowd cheers and chants.

After the ceremony, there was a feast in the halls of the palace. The newly wedded couples were seated on the high table where everyone could see them. Nathaniel was sipping wine and chatting with other nobles and templars. His eyes glimpsed at the crowds. Some were eating and chatting while others danced. He spotted his lover dancing with someone. The new king felt a small jealousy. He may be the king but their society won’t allow two men or women to have a relationship. He already finds it bullshit of their church practices. That’s why he needed Historia. One to be the decoy and two to give birth to his heirs. Nathaniel couldn’t stop staring at Gilbert. He’s such a beautiful man. How he craves to have him here beside him and not this whore. The light brown man glances at his queen who was gloomy since their marriage ceremony.

Historia notices him staring at her and scoff. “Is there something on my face, my king?” Nathaniel blink as he swore she sounded like Levi Ackerman.

“Yes, with makeup you look like one of those whores from the Underground City. I’ll tell your new ladies-in-waiting of not to put any on you.” He said. Historia rolls her eyes and looks away to stare at the dance scene.

“I’m exhausted. I want to sleep.” Historia said.

“Darling, could you wait for a bit longer? The guests came all over of the Three Walls to see us on our special day.” He grins then gulp his drink.

“No.” She said with a flat tone.

“Oh well, you will wait until I get tired.” he said without a care.

She mumbles incoherently while sipping a bit of wine.

One of the higher ranking templar members began to speak. “Your majesties, may your marriage be blessed with abundance and fertility. And your reign brings prosperity. Cheers to the King and his Queen.”

Everyone repeated. “Cheers to the King and his Queen.” The crowd toasted to the rulers and drank their wines.

“Thank my friends and loyal subjects. As part of tradition, the queen and I will have our first dance as man and wife, king and queen. My darling queen, may I have this dance?” Nathaniel smiles while playing his sweet act around everyone towards Historia. She was contemplating as her eyes stared down at his hand. Finally, she gave in to take his hand to be led to the dancefloor.

The music starts and he places his hand on her waist while holding her other hand. They waltz around the dancefloor going along the music. The guests surrounded themselves around the dance floor to watch the king and queen dancing.

Nathaniel observes how Historia gave a blank expression as she went along this dance. Her dancing skill is flawless and graceful. For a bastard raised in a farm, he would have thought she was raised as a princess. Once the music was over, they stopped while the crowd applauded from their dance.

The crowned king had his eyes again on Gilbert, who now has an envious expression. Gilbert walked away from the scene. Nathan knows this is hurting him. He wants to go after him to hold and kiss him. He had explained to him this marriage with the whore was just for political movement to be officially king without having the chance of being removed easily. All he needs a male heir or two then he can discard her. After the consummation, he’ll go talk privately with his lover.

Speaking of consummation, Nathaniel sighs and raises his hand up to silent the crowd. Little by little the place got quiet.

“It is time for the queen and I to depart for our final step to be man and wife.” He grins. Of course, some whistles and cheer.

“So it’s time for us to go, but don’t let us stop all of you to enjoy the wedding feast! Servants serve more food and wines for our wonderful guests!” He ordered the servants and the people to cheer happily. Nathaniel grabbed Historia's hand to drag her out of the festival hall.

As they walked through hallways to reach the bedroom, the door opened but Historia was shouting to be let go.

“Nooo let go! Please, I don’t want to do this. Don’t make me.” She was trying to pull her hand away. The guards closed the door. Now there are two of them in the dim light. Earlier the servants had the marriage bedroom prepared.

“Can you just shut up for once?” the king lost his patience and slapped his wife. She fell on the floor while sobbing silently. Nathaniel doesn’t want to do this either but that’s the price to be king.

“You need to get used to it. The faster I have my seeds in you, we’ll not have to share a bed ever. I don’t know why the Grandmaster templar wanted me to marry you? You are nothing. A weak girl; the bad seed of your father. The only foolish thing he did was to fuck your whore mother and let you exist.” He rants to himself but Historia can hear him.

“W-why does the grandmaster want us to be married? He has no business in our nation’s matters.” She cried out angrily.

“Of course, he does because if it wasn’t for him; I would not be king. Someone else would have governed our home. It should be the blood of King Fritz who should sit on the throne.” The king glared down at her. Historia grabbed on the pole of the bed to pull herself up. Her body was exhausted and still sore from childbirth. She’s lucky a fever or infection did appear then she would be knocking on Death’s doorsteps.

Historia feels scared as she sees him finally making a move on her. He grabbed her to have him gripping her wrists then pulled her closer. “Don’t make me do this the hard way, Historia.” This is the first he called her by her name instead with insults. With her being surprised, he tries to take off her wedding gown but the layers were thick. Stupid women’s fashion. Why do they always make it difficult to take it off and put it on? King Nathaniel begins to rip her dress since it’s the last time she will one.

His queen noticed her gown was ripped down in the middle from the back and felt the breeze of air caressing her bare back. The dress slipped down from her body to leave her completely exposed to him. She quickly covered her breasts and crossed her legs to cover her intimate part. Her tears resume falling. She’s now helpless and vulnerable for him to take advantage of.

Nathan stepped away to go pour a full glass of wine to gulp down. He needed to get drunk first. He finished his glass and poured another round. He sipped his drink and glanced at his nude bride who's still crying like a hot mess. This is getting old. Crying will not make it stop. He thought while finishing his second round. He felt the wine kicking in. Just when he turned around to grab the bottle, he could hear the door opening to see Historia wrapped in her ripped dress and opening the door. The king placed the bottle down to run towards her and pull her back into the room. He closed then locked the door. Now his grip was on her golden hair being dragged to the bed. Already, had her dress dropped on the floor. Her screams were heard probably the whole floor of the palace. No one will come since it’s their wedding night. They must complete the consummation to validate their marriage.

“Stupid bastard. You just never learn do you?” He grabbed the dress to rip a long piece of fabric. He tied her wrist a bit harsh. He pushes her to lay on the bed, her tied hands are palace in front of her.

Historia was now struggling to be free. “I hate you. I hate you! I fucking hate you.” She screams at him.

“The feeling is mutual.” He said coldly but drunk. His hands started to undress himself until he’s exposed too.

Nathaniel climbs on the bed hovering over her. He positioned between her legs, gripping tightly her thighs so she wouldn't kick him. The king began to thrust himself into her which her body became stiff. Historia closed her eyes so she could pretend it’s Levi. Nathan keeps thrusting faster and hard to go deeper. He now moans and mumbles words. “Oh goddesses, what sorcery is this?” He said in whisper. His heart belongs to Gilbert. He was always attracted to him when they met, but Historia is a beautiful woman with a very desirable body and he would be a fool to not notice or take the advantage. Due in time, she will learn her place. He will just enjoy fucking her until her purpose has been served. It’s such a shame, Levi Ackerman is not here chained up to watch his whore getting fucked by another man.

(Levi)

His grey eyes open from having a nightmare of Historia screaming for his name to come rescue her. He sat up from a chair. Since he came back from seeing his son being taken to New York City in America, the captain decided to take a small nap to have his anxiety be calm. It’s like his instinct zapping him to go save her now. Screw waiting. Her life is in danger even Iapetus had been on edge growling to go save her.

What you dreamt? It wasn’t a nightmare. It’s happening right now, human..

What the hell are you talking about?

You know deep down you're looking through her eyes. We need to get her out. They have harmed our goddess. That weakling had defiled our mate. We’ll give a slow and painful death.

So...this wasn’t a dream? He actually had the nerve to touch her. That sick bastard! Historia just gave birth. Fuck it we’re going to get her out.

Levi gets up to go put on his assassin outfit. He put his blades into their place then grabbed two guns for back ups. After he is ready, Levi gets out of the room.

“Ah Levi, grandson. I’m glad you're up. We have news. Armin, Annie, and Mikasa had sent more back up for us and Marley.” William walked towards him. The older man notices his grandson is dressed to go on a mission.

“Where are you going? Our back ups will be here by tomorrow evening.” He said.

“I need to go.” He said vaguely to his grandfather. He doesn’t want to explain why he’s in a hurry.

“Go where? We need you. If this is about trying to rescue Historia, you know I can't allow you.” The Mentor uses his authoritative tone. He dislikes using it on Levi. He can understand why his grandchild is agitated.

Levi hiss at his grandfather angrily. “I’m not gonna wait until something bad happens to her! I made a promise to my son that he will have his mother in his life. I don’t want him to be growing up without a mother like I had. I am going and that’s final.” He opened the door and walked out leaving his grandfather with sadness as the old man feared something terrible would happen to his grandchild. He doesn’t want to go through losing another family member.

A/N: Hello hello! So I’m sorry for writing more dark scenes. I promise you good things will come later. Warning: I don’t condone to rape or any kind of sexual violence or any kind of abuses. So in other words, enjoy this chapter and let me know what you guys think? I love hearing your thoughts of each chapter. See you until next time!

#levihisu #rivahisu #levi ackerman #historia reiss #mikasa ackerman #reiner braun #reikasa #gabi braun #eren jeager #oc #assassin's creed #AoT #snk #fanfic #CrossOver

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nightlight9 · 5 years ago

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Sterek Week 2019 Day Two: Lyrics and Quotes

Title: Darling Take My Hand

Song: Heads and Tails by Banners

Summary: In his youth, Stiles had never given much thought to getting married. There were too many other, more exciting things to think about. Then he met Lydia Martin, and things changed. Of course, he was never meant to be Lydia’s king, but that’s something that he’s okay with. More than okay actually. Because he gets to have this instead, and it’s perfect.

Rating: G

AO3

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With everything you never really know

Whenever there is trouble on the road

Wherever you go, that’s where I’ll go

In his youth, Stiles had never really given much thought to getting married. There were too many other things to think about, like whether or not dinosaurs could exists again or where he could sign up to be a Jedi master. Marriage was a foreign idea that only registered when speaking about his parents and how perfect they were for each other or when he was forced to dress up and attend his cousin Marty’s wedding.

Then he met Lydia Martin and things changed. His mom thought it was cute when he started imagining what their wedding would be like. She indulged Stiles by teaching him about flower bouquets, carefully constructing his ideal arrangement of red and pink roses bound together with lilies and one random sunflower (it was hideous but he was proud of it). She helped him bake a practice wedding cake, comforting him when it came out lopsided and less than perfect. To her, this was a child’s fantasy. It was a fun game to play with her son. But for Stiles, it was real. He knew that Lydia’s wedding would be a grand spectacle indeed, and he knew without a doubt that he would be standing at her side.

Of course, he was wrong. While Lydia will always be his Queen, he was never destined to be her King. Her wedding was a fucking ball though, and he’s so proud that he at least got that right.

But that’s fine. More than fine actually. It’s great.

Because Stiles has something greater than a grand spectacle with Lydia Martin. He has a small backyard wedding with Derek Hale, and it’s better than he ever imagined. It’s perfect.

Derek smiles, small and almost shy as they take their places in the center of the makeshift dance floor in his dad’s backyard. There are bouquets of yellow roses and while lilies at each corner of the dance floor, put together by Lydia herself, and Stiles thinks that his dad’s backyard has never looked better. Not that he’s paying attention to that. His eyes are locked on Derek’s hand, on their matching rings, as he reaches out to pull Stiles close. It’s their first dance as a married couple, and Stiles has never been the weepy type, but as Isaac snaps pictures of them as the music cues up, he feels like he could cry he’s so happy.

Derek was put in charge of picking the music for their first dance, a task that seemed to frustrate him for weeks before he found the right song, and at first Stiles can’t figure out just what it is. As soon as he does though, tears tease the corner of his eyes.

“Does this work?” Derek asks as the first note of “Heads and Tails” by Banners starts playing. His fingers clench against Stiles’ side, giving away his nerves that Stiles might actually say no.

“It’s perfect,” Stiles whispers back. Because it it. Everything is.

All you hear is emptiness and noise

Hanging on the fall of a coin

Whatever you choose, I’ll be with you

Around them, their friends and family watch them sway together. John is proud of his son, and so damn happy that he found someone that can make him feel truly alive. Despite the years of violence and danger that brought Derek and Stiles together, John knows with one hundred percent certainty that Derek will never let anything bad happen to Stiles. And that, coupled with the fact that they look at each other in the same way that John remembers looking at Claudia, is all that John has ever wanted.

Beside him, Melissa wipes her eyes. Later, she’ll join Stiles on the dance floor for his mother-son dance. Even though she isn’t his biological mom, Melissa has always been there for him and he’s happy to share the moment with her in Claudia’s place. Derek won’t have a mother-son dance (though Melissa offered to be his stand-in too), but he will dance with Cora to his mother’s favorite song, and that will be enough.

For now though, the moment belongs to Stiles and Derek. Stiles can’t stop smiling as he looks into Derek’s eyes. Gods, he didn’t know that it was possible to feel so warm. When he had asked Derek out two years earlier, he had expected to get shot down. Even with Kira’s assurance that Derek liked him and Lydia’s confidence that it would work out, Stiles thought that he didn’t have a chance. Instead, Derek ducked his head down to his chest to hide his smile in an act of shyness that Stiles wasn’t used to from him, and then he said yes. It was such a shock to Stiles that he stared at him for a full minute before asking if he was sure. And then Derek had rolled his eyes in a familiar way and that was that.

It wasn’t easy. Stiles isn’t sure that love is supposed to be even without werewolves and danger and near-death experiences. But they grew together, and by the time Beacon Hills finally calmed down enough that everyone in the pack could breathe without being concerned that their next breath might be their last, the bond between Derek and Stiles was unshakable. That being said, Stiles was still surprised when Derek got down on one knee one day after a normal dinner and pulled out a ring. It wasn’t a romantic setting in the least (Stiles was wearing a shirt with a stain on it for the Gods’ sake), but it was perfect for them: a little messy but filled with only the best intentions. Stiles said yes, and Derek asked if he was sure, and that was that. He never really expected a wedding, but he’s so glad that he let his dad talk him into one. Because swaying in Derek’s arms is something that he thinks he could probably do forever.

Hope in your tired eyes

Fight against the tide

Let it rise and fall and I’ll be here by your side

All I want to say is we’ll be okay

‘Cause we’ll hold it together, hold on together

“I love you,” Derek breathes. His voice is filled with awe and an overwhelming fondness that makes Stiles beam.

“I love you more,” Stiles says, just to be a little shit. Instead of taking the bait and arguing with him like he has a thousand times before, Derek’s eyes flare blue.

“I love you more than the moon.”

The words are said so honestly that Stiles actually chokes a little. Off to the side of the dance floor, Erica coos at them and Cora says ‘gross,’ even though it she sounds a little choked up too.

Derek pays them no mind; he has eyes only for Stiles. “Alright,” Stiles sniffles, “you win this round.” Prodding gently at Derek’s chest, he smirks. “But don’t get used to it. Give me a little while and I’ll think of a clever comeback.”

Derek’s smile could light up the world. “I have no doubt about that, Husband.”

Husband. They’re married. Stiles gets to have Derek forever. He beams, then tucks his head down against Derek’s chest, letting the music and the pure feeling of the moment sweep him up. This is his forever, and it’s perfect.

Don’t lose your faith

It’s all just heads and tails

We’ll turn and face whatever comes our way

#sterekweek2019 #stereklyrics5 #sterek #sterek fic #my writing #sterek wedding #eternal sterek

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actuallylorelaigilmore · 5 years ago

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abandon all your logic (and put your money on it), chapter 4

Alvareider, One Day At A Time. All chapters here. Also on AO3.

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“Elena!” Any attempt to be cool about this whole alternate reality thing flew out the window as soon as Penelope led the way into what used to be her home and was faced with her little girl.

Two years older, and a world away.

“Oh, you’re so grown up,” she said, squeezing Elena hard in a hug, trying to feel a connection to this life she’d missed out on. Whatever else had changed, this was still her daughter.

“Mom, air. Air is important.”

“Sorry. But it’s…mira, your hair.”

“Do we have to go through this every time? I know, it’s so much shorter.” Elena rolled her eyes at Schneider.

“I still think it’s great,” he offered, ignoring the look Penelope shot him. Whose side was he on, anyway?

“Thank you, Schneider. It’s so much less work, I have way more time for important things. Like researching grad schools and…well, we’ll talk about that later.” Elena beamed at her mom and directed them both to the dinner party in progress.

Her table had been replaced by a bigger one Penelope didn’t recognize. The couch was gone, too, with loveseats and chairs arranged to add more space to the dining room.

It was a jarring change, but so was seeing her Mami’s curtained room with no curtain, and only one Pope on the wall. Penelope had just enough time to wonder if in this world, there was no more Lydia Riera dancing through life, before her Mami appeared from the hallway and greeted her in cheerful Spanish.

“And Schneider, come kiss me hello,” she ordered, clearly no less fond of her honorary son now that he was more like a son-in-law. He responded in Spanish, with the same terrible accent Penelope remembered.

She was glad not everything had changed.

Elena began making introductions between the polite strangers at the table and Penelope and Schneider, catching them up to the others who had already met them.

Her best guess was that this was the lead-up to official wedding events, because quite a few of Syd's relatives were there. Penelope had met their parents before-years ago, technically, in this reality-but the cousins and aunts and uncles were new. And not local. One of Syd’s aunts had the thickest Southern accent she had ever heard.

Being seated next to Schneider at the table was a relief, something she could cling to while she was trying not to trip over her words or seem as baffled by everything as she really was. He assumed she was tense about the wedding, kept rubbing her back a little or sliding his hand into hers and holding on.

It helped a lot more than she would’ve predicted. In every reality, Schneider was good at grounding her.

The rest of the family was also filling in the gaps in conversation, taking the pressure off her. Alex was late, which surprised nobody but Penelope. Hadn’t she raised him better than that?

Elena was all smiles, radiating engagement bliss at Syd, her family and her future in-laws. Syd kept busy trying to be the connecting force between their family and Elena’s. Lydia bustled from table to kitchen and back, ignoring everyone’s attempts to give her a rest. Schneider teased stories out of reticent family members in between checking on Penelope, more at home in a hosting role than she had seen him before.

Penelope stayed quiet and soaked it all up. As far as she could tell, dinner wasn't going to help her figure things out...but if she did make it back home, she wouldn’t get to see more of this future.

And compared to the half-empty nest she had waiting for her in reality, this night was bursting with noise and hope and family.

Everyone seemed really happy. Not stressed-out-happy either, just content. Settled.

That included the man with his hand resting against the nape of her neck as the last of Syd's relatives left.

"You okay?" Schneider murmured, low enough that only Penelope could hear.

The simmering anxiety��under her company manners made her want to lean into his touch and breathe easier there.

She didn't. Obviously. Because that would be crazy, and she was about 80% sure that while this situation was insane, she wasn't.

Instead she nodded, letting that motion nudge his hand off her.

"Yeah, I'm good. I'm gonna go check in with Elena. And my mom."

If her voice was strained, Penelope hoped Schneider would take that for mother-of-the-bride jitters.

Apparently, in a relationship, Schneider was very affectionate.

In the middle of everything, she wasn't sure why that was getting to her. He was an affectionate friend, too. They hugged all the time, and any personal space boundaries she used to enforce just seemed silly these days.

But even her Schneider held back from being this casual about it. Schneider's behavior today screamed I know every inch of you very well by now and it was too much.

It was intense.

It was weird...how weird it wasn't.

#odaat #one day at a time #alvareider #penelope x schneider #alvareider fic #odaat fic #abandon all your logic #my fic

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maknaesdancersrappers · 6 years ago

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Devoted 2.

Part 2

Overall warnings: kinkier smut (eg. voyeurism, exhibition, etc.), character death, dark themes, mostly written while tipsy over soju

Just how devoted is Jaehyun to you?

prev: Part 1

wc: 6,508

“Finally!” was Yebin’s scream at your face when you met them inside of the bar, slipping into the booth beside you. “It’s about goddamn time!”

It was a Friday night and the bar Minkyung suggested was slowly starting to fill up with people. You roll your eyes, “Don’t act like I haven’t seen you for so long.”

“Not that, dumbass.” She scowls, “That!!!” She points at your finger and you blush, retracting your hand from the table.

Minkyung gasps, grabbing your wrist before it slips under the table. “Bitch! When?!”

“Last Tuesday night.”

“Where? How? Just tell us all the details!” Yebin demanded, bouncing a little on her seat.

You laugh at your friends, granting their wishes and told how Jaehyun’s proposal went with as much detail as possible. They gushed at the fact your engagement ring was your mother’s and already hounded you with wedding details.

“Can you guys, like, chill for a minute. We literally just got engaged and we have plenty of time to plan the wedding.”

“Would it be in the news? Jaehyun is a chaebol after all and of one of the top casinos in Korea.”

You only found out about Jaehyun being a chaebol the day you two had moved in together. The apartment was located at the heart of the business district which meant all leases and rent fees were thrice as expensive. You were shocked, to say the least, asking Jaehyun how they would afford to keep living here. He sat you down on the couch and admitted how the apartment has been fully paid for and the only thing they would have to worry about is what they’ll eat because even the bills are directly charged to his parents.

Now, you knew he comes from a wealthy family and they have a “successful” business that he would eventually take over. He never told you what it was and you always assumed it was something like a small company, but your jaw drops when he tells you that it was the Jung Properties, Inc. that owned Lucky Seven, one of the top casinos in Korea.

When you met his family for the first time, they seemed so humble and down to earth and you would have never guessed they were earning billions by the minute with how they treated you and acted around you. You wanted to call his bluff, but three days later Jaehyun’s face appears on the news and is reported to be in training to inherit the business.

“Media knows of his existence, but his parents made sure he’d live a private life. I mean, it’s been years and the media doesn’t even know about me. Maybe it’ll be leaked, but I don’t think it’s something I should worry about. Why’d you ask?”

“Well, what if your stalker from college finds you again?” Yebin suggests and ignores the fact you choked on your shot.

Coughing, you stutter out, “H-he won’t. I mean, he’s probably lost interest in me by now, right?”

Minkyung shrugs her shoulders, “We’ll never know, [Y/N]. Maybe the reason why media hasn’t picked up on your relationship with Jaehyun because he made sure to protect your identity.”

Even after all these years, you wondered if you should have told them about what really happened that night. But Minkyung’s words linger on you for a bit: did Jaehyun have your identity sealed for your sake or his own personal interest?

“Your stalker might have stopped back then, but he can always start again. It’s better safe than sorry…”

You note how her voice trails off and quickly fill in the silence, “I’m sorry about your cousin, Minkyung.”

She weakly smiles back.

Her cousin, Miyoung, had been missing for over a year now and has been officially declared dead by the police just last week. You’ve only met her a handful of times, but it was enough to understand that it wasn’t like her to run away, as what they had initially thought. They can only guess she was kidnapped, but then again, there was never a ransom note.

“A part of me believes she’s still alive.” Minkyung admits before shaking her head, “Let’s not talk about this. We should celebrate your engagement!”

“A round of margaritas on me!” Yebin shouts, gesturing to the bartender who catches her order.

You woke up to a headache and the muffled sound of voices in the living room. Groggily, you push yourself up the bed and stare at the empty space beside you; realizing one of the voices belonged to Jaehyun.

You vaguely remember him picking you up last night from the bar after his meeting, drunkenly laughing at Yebin colorfully congratulating him—well, the gist of her words. He helps you into the car and buckles you in while you wave your friends goodbye. When you get home, he helps you undress—sneaks in a few kisses onto your skin—and takes your make-up off for you before tucking you into bed beside him.

The voices in the living room stop for a second until it picks back up, but both are talking over one another. As you try to make out who the other voice belonged to, you hoist yourself up the bed and threw on the silk robe you had in the bathroom as you breeze through your morning routine of brushing your teeth and washing your face. Trudging along the hallway to the living room after freshening up, you spy a woman rounding the corner and walking up to you.

You think your eyes are deceiving you when you recognize the chocolate hair pulled up high to a tight bun and the signature pristine white sheath dress you’ve learned to associate her with through the years. As she got closer, you still find yourself in awe at how flawless her features were despite her age.

“Oh sweetheart! You’re awake! Good morning.”

It was Jaehyun’s mother.

She pulls you into a hug and you blush, realizing your situation.

“I-I didn’t know you were visiting today.” You return the hug, “If I knew, I wouldn’t have—“

“Nonsense! We’re all allowed to drink and party once in a while, especially if it’s to celebrate an engagement!” Her eyes sparkled with her words, making you smile. She had always been fond of you and was quite vocal about it; teasingly calling you “myeoneuri” when you had reached three years of dating her son.

There was an angry exclamation that made both of you flinch. She offers you an apologetic smile, “Did they wake up you up? Jaehyun and his father are on their phones right now.”

“Did something happen?”

She smoothes your hair down, “Sweetheart, you know we had always protected you and Jaehyun’s privacy from the media? This morning… your engagement was broadcasted all over the news. We don’t know how they got the information and they’re doing everything they can to take it down—or at least block out any personal information the media is digging up.”

“Oh.” You blink, unsure of what to say or how to react. If anything, the headache you woke up with starts acting up again as you try to process what she had just said.

“Goodness, you’ve just woken up. Let’s get you some coffee, okay?” Jaehyun’s mom leads you down the hallway, past the living room where you see Jaehyun and his father with their ears to their phones and back turned from you, and into the open kitchen where she ushers you to sit down. “So Jaehyun had told us you were out with your friends—Yebin and Minkyung, correct? Your roommates from college?”

You nod, “Yes, I was. They’ve wanted me to join them for a night out for some time now, but I’ve always been busy with work. I thought it was great timing when they asked again so I could… Oh no,” You cradle your head with your hands, planting your elbows to the table, “Someone from the bar must have overheard us when I told them about the engagement.”

Jaehyun’s mom offers you a sympathetic smile, “It was an honest mistake. Don’t stress over it, dear. I’m sure our boys will have it under control.”

Your cheeks unconsciously warmed at her last sentence and she catches a glimpse of it.

“[Y/N], I’m really happy you’ve entered my son’s life—as well as ours. I didn’t think he was ever going to get a girlfriend, let alone find a wife on his own.” She places a cup of coffee in front of you and puts a hand over yours. “When Jaehyun told us about wanting to propose to you last week, we were over the moon—and between you and me, I’m pretty sure your father had shed a tear out of joy.”

You chuckled along with her, letting your eyes fall to the ring on your finger. Deep in your gut, fear rumbled. It made you uneasy thinking there are people trying to look up information about you. You had nothing to hide from your past and it wasn’t about whether people would think you were fit for him or not—they can paint you as a cinderella or a gold digger—but it’s how Jaehyun would react that scares you. Glancing up at his mom, who made herself busy by making brunch, and debated with yourself: should you tell his mom about that night?

Before you can finish your thought, you feel someone kiss you temple.

“Good morning, baby.” Jaehyun whispers, placing his phone by your coffee mug and runs his hands down your shoulders, “Are you okay? Do you need aspirin?”

“I’m fine.” You sigh, stretching your neck to kiss his cheek before he straightens his back. “I’m sorry.”

He frowns at your apology, tilting his head to the side. “What for?”

“I think someone at the bar overheard me telling the girls about our engagement and knew who you were. I should’ve waited until we were in a more private place before I told them.”

“You did nothing wrong, love. Someone just sold information to a media outlet that was audacious enough to report it. We’ll have it under control soon.” He assures you with another kiss on your head.

“But we’ll need to satiate the press eventually.” His father strides in; a delicately aged version of Jaehyun, really, sporting the same dimples and eyes. “I suggest an intimate engagement party, if you don’t mind, dear.”

The question was directed at you and it took you a beat to respond: “Oh, I don’t mind. I understand if it’s necessary.”

“The entire Jung clan is dying to meet you anyways, it’s better than having them hound you on the wedding day.” His mom pipes up, serving a towering stack of waffles on the table, “I’ll take care of the engagement party as it is what I do best.”

Jaehyun’s mom was a renowned event planner; she specialized in galas and charity events, but reduced herself to planning events within the casino only to take care of Jaehyun when he was born and only accepted work from a short list of clientele since then.

“I can take her to the charity event tonight—Kim Junmyeon’s, I believe? I wasn’t planning on going because Yunho said he can squeeze it in his schedule.” Jaehyun speaks up, his words a little slow and doubtful.

His father nods, “Sounds good. Yunho should let you go in his place. That boy needs a break! Having his home above his workplace was a mistake.”

“Now, now, enough talk, let’s all eat.” His mother sets down another plate, filled with eggs and bacon, before ushering them to sit around you.

After having the spontaneous brunch with his parents, you and Jaehyun saw them off with promises of another brunch tomorrow with your parents. Retreating back into your home, Jaehyun takes a seat on the couch and massages his temples with two fingers.

“Jae?” You worriedly ask, sitting beside him and placing your hand on his knee. Hopefully, he couldn’t feel your fingers trembling.

There was something unsettling about how it took him a second to reply, staring at the polished cherry wood coffee table with a stoic expression. In the back of your mind, you’re having flashbacks to that night when you pieced up the clues together and found out what he had done. You began to retract your hand until he sighs and grabs your hand, making you flinch.

He doesn’t seem to notice as he close his eyes and smacks his lips together, “I just don’t want people to go through your private information. They can go through mine all they want, but not yours—they don’t have a reason to.”

Relief floods into your system; your hand maneuvers around to intertwine your fingers together, “I have nothing to hide, you know that… your parents know that.”

Jaehyun looks at you, “They can turn anything into an issue. I don’t want to bring stress upon you or your parents in case the media exaggerates something. I swear, if they try to put dirt on you—”

You squeeze his hand, stopping him from finishing his sentence, his eyes locking with yours with genuine concern, “What matters is that we know what’s true. You said you guys will have it under control soon and I have complete trust in that.”

He still looked tense when he nods at your statement, looking back at the table as if it had answers to unasked questions.

You lean over to kiss his cheek, watching his eyelashes fluttering as you momentarily distract him from his thoughts and giving you a raunchy idea. Your hand lets go of his to run up the length of his arm, fingertips sneakily slipping past the short sleeves of his gray shirt. “Jae, I want something.”

“What is it?”

“It’s beneficial for both of us at the moment.” You whisper, tracing a slow path down his neck with your lips. Your hand makes its way down to cup his crotch and palms his cock until it hardened enough for your liking. Without another word, you pulled at the garter of his sweatpants down until his member is freed, taking it into your hand and languidly pumping it.

Jaehyun sighs, tucking your hair behind your ear for you and nodding when you glanced at him before lowering your mouth towards his groin.

Your friends, distant relatives, and even colleagues began to contact either of you after Jaehyun comes into your mouth and it took about a few hours until the congratulatory messages, from emails, texts, calls, to even brunch meetups, have finally ceased. Everyone seemed to be thrilled that you and Jaehyun were engaged, in fact, Ten admitted he and Johnny had made a bet when Jaehyun was going to propose during the graduation outing you all had.

“Oh,” You blink rapidly, snapping out of your reverie. “Will Johnny be at the event?”

Jaehyun turns his attention from the view outside the car window to you, squeezing your hand a little. “He said he will.”

You wait—testing him if he’ll ask why you were inquiring about the other’s attendance, but he doesn’t and simply kisses the engagement ring on your finger. “He has a lot of explaining to with what happened between him and Ten.”

He chuckles, “They’re still friends, [Y/N]. It was a mutual decision to break up because long distance relationships are hard to maintain, especially if Johnny is the president of his own company in the US. And Ten wanted to go back to Thailand to teach dance to children.”

“Doesn’t explain why they had to break up without telling any of their friends—” He cocks an eyebrow at you, “Other close friends, such as myself.”

Choosing not to vocally reply, he kisses your hand again with an amused smile and looked forward, watching the driver maneuver through the moderate traffic to get to the charity event he had suggested to take you, originally, for publicity purposes, but you didn’t mind, of course. You enjoyed dressing up like any other girl and events like these almost always led to happy times back at home.

You chose to wear a variant of red to make it known to him that you did, in fact, want a happy ending to this day. You wore a burgundy chiffon, A-line dress with a round neck and a crossed back. It stopped just above your knees and you paired it with his favorite heels; the cherry on top that sealed the deal for what’s to come when you return home. You had your hair tousled and swept to one side, pinned with several bobby pins to keep it in place.

The car comes to a halt and Jaehyun gets out, offering his hand to you as you follow him. The event took place at a hotel’s ballroom and up until you got inside after registering, Jaehyun kept your hand in his.

The ballroom was adequately lit from a massive chandelier and fairy lights streaming from it and connected to the pillars. It was littered with tall, elegant cocktail tables and waiters walking around holding trays of food and drinks.

“Ah, the elusive son of the Jung’s, I believe.” A robust man in a gray suit walks up to Jaehyun, “Good to finally meet you in person, boy!”

“Mr. Cho Sanghun, good evening.” Jaehyun pulls you to his side, gripping your hip when the man’s wrinkled eye smile fall upon your frame. “This is my fiancee, [Y/N].”

“Good evening.” You bow your head a little to show respect and to hide your wince at Jaehyun’s actions.

“Ah, young love. I hope you two enjoy tonight. Send my regards to your father, boy.”

When he finally leaves, you feel Jaehyun’s grip loosen. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

You shake your head, “I was just surprised.”

“He’s notorious for being a sugar daddy to high school and college students who are willing to satisfy his needs.” He says in a low voice, careful not to have anyone else hear their conversation. “I’m just marking my territory.”

Raising your left hand in front of his face, you roll your eyes, “You already have.”

He gives you a shy smile, pressing his lips on the side of your head. “Come on, I heard my cousins are here.”

His older cousins founded and owned a high end, fashion brand called ‘Blanc & Eclare’ that you personally liked. The eldest among the two sisters, Sooyeon, had given you a special set she personally made to repay you for the freelance photography and interior design you did for her line and office when she first started out the business.

She was first to greet you when you and Jaehyun approached the table, putting her wine glass down to throw her slender arms around you. “You guys are here! Congratulations again.”

Soojung, the youngest of the two, hugs you next, pressing her cheek against yours after her sister steps away. “We were literally just talking about you two. May I see the ring? Is it really your mother’s?”

“Yes, it is.” You blush, letting Soojung’s fingers ghost over yours.

“It’s beautiful. Good job, cuz.” She smirks at Jaehyun, who momentarily lets go of you to grab two flutes of champagne from a passing waiter.

“Have you talked about the wedding yet?” Sooyeon inquires, returning to her wine glass.

“Ah,” Jaehyun speaks up for you as he hands you the drink, “I’ve been busy with a new merger the past days that we haven’t been able to talk about it.” He looks at you with an apologetic smile.

“There’s no rush, Jae. I’d rather not get in the way of any business opportunities for the company.” You assure him with a light squeeze on his arm. “Besides, your mom looks dead set on being the planner already.”

“We’re willing to help!” Sooyeon interjects, “I am, in fact, the creative director of my own fashion brand.”

“We were already halfway done with listing the possible themes and motifs that suited your relationship before you walked over.” Soojung giggles and you join her.

“Well, I’d like to hear them, then.” You set the glass on the table after taking a sip.

Jaehyun runs a hand down your arm, “I’ll go around and talk to some partners, is that okay?”

You nod your head, allowing him to peck your lips before he takes his leave.

It doesn’t even take another second longer after Jaehyun is out of earshot for Soojung to start telling you about the ideas she and her sister came up with, from themes to locations, it amused you that they seem like to have everything covered already.

“I just want a simple and private wedding.” You chuckled when Sooyeon is done explaining their ideas and asked about your opinions.

“Well, you can take our suggestions into considerations and we can hook you up with people who can make them come true when you’ve decided, okay?” She tosses her hair with a hand and looks around a bit. “Oh, wait, that’s a client. We should go over and talk to them, will you stay here?”

You look around for Jaehyun, not wanting to be alone, “I’ll go look for Jaehyun.”

You part ways with his cousins, weaving through the crowd of businessmen with either a polite smile when you make eye contact or looking at the floor to avoid their gazes. It took longer than expected for you to find him, well, for him to find you.

“What’s wrong? Why’d you leave the table?” He asks, looking a little concerned.

A voice in your head nagged you that he hadn’t let you out of his sight, but you shake your head, “Nothing! Your cousins had people to talk to and I didn’t want to be alone at the table so I went looking for you.”

Jaehyun frowns, “I’m sorry for leaving you. Do you mind walking a bit? You’re in those…” He clears his throat, “...high heels. Won’t your feet hurt?”

You shake your head once more, “What else are the purpose of heels aside from looking good in them? I can handle a decent amount of steps in these.”

His eyes look a little darker when he stares down at you, only snapping out of it when he holds your hand.

Humming a little, you ask, “Why not offer your arm like the other guys?”

“Because you’re not an accessory, [Y/N]. More than half of the ladies linked on these men’s arms are trophy wives or escorts. You’re my fiancee and that’s better communicated through holding your hand.”

A blush creeps over your cheeks over what he says. “Oh.”

“Jaehyun! Good evening.”

You look to the source of the voice: a tall man with a chiseled face and neatly styled, chestnut hair.

“Your date for tonight?” His eyes briefly met yours. He looks young, probably a little older than you and Jaehyun, but definitely younger than the other men you’ve seen here.

“My date every night.” Jaehyun corrects, “This is my fiancee, [Y/N]. Baby, this is Nakamoto Yuta, the representative and brother of current CEO of Nakamoto Technologies.”

“Ah, of course a man of your caliber has a woman by his side. Good evening, [Y/N]. It’s nice to meet you.” He flashes you a wide smile, it was warm and bright; almost healing as others would describe it. He holds out his hand for you.

“It’s nice to meet you, too.” You expected a handshake, but Yuta ducks down and kisses the back of your hand.

Upon the sight of it, Jaehyun’s grip on you tightens and you can only hold your breath as Yuta lets go of you and straightens himself up.

He doesn’t seem to notice Jaehyun’s hardened expression on him as he continues to talk. “Would you mind me asking how long you have been dating?”

Jaehyun doesn’t reply so you’re quick to jump in, “7 years. We met during freshman year in college.” You squeeze his hand to snap him out of it and he does, clearing his throat and sparing you a glance.

Yuta exclaims in Japanese, smiling at the both of you with disbelief. “That’s amazing! Congratulations.”

“Thank you.” He speaks up, letting your hand slip from his.

“Excuse me, I’ll just use the ladies’ room.” You bow your head at Yuta and walk away to find the restroom.

To say you were upset could be a bit of a stretch, but you were clearly not happy about Jaehyun’s reaction towards Yuta kissing your hand. You move along the sea of businessmen once more, eyeing the little hallway you believe leads to the restrooms.

Before you could walk into the female’s lavatory, you were pushed into another hallway that was dimly lit.

“Jaehyun, what the hell?” You grimaced at him as he looms over you.

“I’m sorry.” He sighs, “I can’t help it. I already told him you were my fiancee but he still kisses your hand and,”

“He’s being a gentleman, Jaehyun. He even congratulated us and looked genuinely happy about it.” It was your turn to exhale in dismay, “Please, Jae, you need to remember that you’re the only one I love. No one is going to steal me from you and I won’t let them. You made a promise.”

The promise you referred to was the one he made that night.

“I just… I just don’t like it when they’re touching you or looking at you like you’re some kind of toy they want to play with.”

“Then mark me.”

His eyes snap to meet yours, a little bewildered. “Mark you?” He looks behind him. This was the hallway to the emergency exit, no one should really walk along here unless there was a crisis at the gala. If he moved you back a little further, your bodies will be consumed in the dark that even the faint glow of the exit sign couldn’t illuminate your silhouettes completely.

You notice his concern and pull him towards you as you walk back, resting against the wall when you feel it hit your shoulders. “You’re right. Those men are a bunch of lions in their own prides, constantly looking for partners, but Jaehyun, you are a wolf—an alpha, and you’ve already found your mate.” You caress his jaw, lightly brushing your lips on his. “So mark me.”

Jaehyun’s hands creep up from your hips to your waist, utterly mesmerized by your words. He tilts his head to the side before kissing you with tentativity. He didn’t have to run his tongue along your lips to ask for entrance because you open your mouth, welcoming the hard, wet muscle in.

A content groan resonates from his throat at the mixed taste of your own, the champagne you’ve been drinking, and the light flavor of peach from your gloss. He drops one hand to your butt, squeezing a cheek with minimal force.

You whimper a bit, dragging your nails down his torso until you reach his belt. You pull him closer, letting his leg step between yours.

He pulls away from the kiss, leaving your breathless, to push away the hair from your neck. He leans back down, attaching his lips to your neck; sucking feverishly that assured a mark was to be left afterwards. His other hand follows the previous one, dropping to your ass to guide you along his thigh.

“A-ah—” You bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning, remembering you were not in the privacy of your home. You proved this to be a hard task with how Jaehyun’s flexed thigh was rubbing against your pussy. You tug at your dress, fearing it’ll get stained with your wetness. “W-wait, I don’t… I d-don’t want to ruin your pants.”

“You don’t want to come?” He asks, lips still pressed on your neck.

“It’ll be messy.” You reasoned.

He stops and pulls away, “I’ll clean it up.”

You were a bit dazed and a little confused, but still able to catch the mischievous glint in his eyes despite the darkness.

All of a sudden he was on his knees, pushing your dress up and your panties down, licking flat stripes along your folds. You were so shocked that you don’t even feel your orgasm coming, legs quivering and hands clutching onto Jaehyun’s head. Once undone, he pulls your panties back into place and fixes your dress for you.

You stumble into his chest when he stands up and you feel it rumble from a silent chuckle. Weakly, you hit him. “All I asked for was to be marked.”

“I’m not one to delay my mate’s gratification.” He teases, wiping the bit of your essence that caught on the corner of his lips with his thumb and swipes his tongue over it. He cards his other hand through your hair, arranging like nothing had happened. “There, it’s only noticeable if they look closely enough.”

He leads you, by hand like usual, back to the party, giggling with you like you were high school students who sneaked out of prom to hook up. The night goes on a little better and you’ve consumed one too many flutes of champagne enough to make you tipsy. You meet more of Jaehyun’s business partners and at seldom times, their dates, who would gush at your engagement status, clearly dropping hints at their partners. Sometimes you’d catch their eyes flit to your neck and recognize the hickey that made them flustered. There was a confident smile on Jaehyun’s face as he continues to talk about whatever the topic was, knowing that they have seen his masterpiece.

When it gets late and you were completely buzzed off of champagne, feet aching so badly that Jaehyun notices you switching your stance to somehow ease the pain, he politely ends the conversation and takes you home.

But the night doesn’t end just yet.

As soon as you’re locked inside your apartment, Jaehyun picks you up after you’ve removed your heels and carries you into the bedroom. There was no need for an exchange of words since this was, in fact, what you wanted and he was simply granting it.

He lays you on the bed, pressing his lips upon yours and making sure you were comfortable. Kneeling between your legs, his hands glide down your sides to your calves, until they stop at your feet and he starts to massage them.

Your small moans break the silence within the dark room as he continues his ministrations, applying more pressure.

He raises your left foot and kisses your ankle, trailing his lips up until your inner thighs before he does the same to your right leg. It tickles a bit and it makes you raise your hips in anticipation. Releasing your feet, he teases his hand up your legs and hooks his fingers to your panties.

You raise your hips to help him get it off of you and the piece of clothing comes off in an agonizingly slow pace, thrown to the side without a care. Pushing yourself up, you grab the skirt of your dress and pull it over your head with Jaehyun helping you.

His eyes glint when he discovers you’ve foregone with wearing a bra as he loosens his tie until it unravels, joining your dress by the side of the bed. You push his blazer off for him and start to pop open his dress shirt’s buttons when he shimmies out of it. While you get the last few buttons done, he’s unbuckling his belt and discarding it along with his shirt.

While he does this, you lean forward and drag your tongue flat against his abs.

Jaehyun snickers, combing his fingers through your hair and lightly pulling you away so you could look up at him.

Through your lashes, you lock gazes with him as you take another lick of his skin. You suck at the last section of his defined muscle, leaving a pink flower that blossomed into a darker color while you take off his pants.

He steps off the bed to let his trousers fall and tugs his boxers down with it, returning to you by pushing you back down the bed and ravishing your neck. He pauses to lie down beside you, pulling you close until you’re flush against his back. You thought that all that foreplay was all you were getting until the arm between your waist and the bed curls around you and his fingers were on your clit, drawing figures of eight to spread your wetness around.

You prop your foot on top of the bed and reach in between your bodies, guiding his erection to your entrance. His choked up gasp tickles your ear and sends a slight shiver down your spine.

In this position, thrusts were slower, but deeper—able to hit the sweet spot inside you if the angle was right. You didn’t mind to let things drag on a little longer. He had been so busy the past week that you usually fell asleep before he got home. Sometimes, mornings were spent with cooking breakfast, showering, and getting ready together, but it was always ended too soon.

So to have moments like these, you’re willing to take it however he wanted it.

The thrusts were lazy with on hand on your hip and the other resting on your clit. You stretch your neck so you could see his face, see how relaxed his features were with eyes closed but had his lower lip caught between his teeth which told you how much he liked this.

“Jae.” You whisper, breathy and low.

His eyes open and meet yours, “Baby?”

You shift a little more to kiss him, but you feel the tip of his cock brushing against your sweet spot. “Jae.” You whined, lips barely pressed on his.

The hand on your hip goes to your jaw and guides you closer to his face, kissing you slow with his tongue sliding past your lips and stroking your own. His hand slides down your neck and finds your breast, kneading it roughly with his palm.

You moan a little into the kiss and grind your ass against his pelvis, and he responds with a hard, deep thrust, stilling for a moment to let you feel how far he is inside you. You gasp, jaw slacking at the sensation.

In retrospect, you probably looked lewd with your mouth wide open while Jaehyun still kissed you, coaxing your tongue to dance with his in the little space between your mouths. You had one hand covering his as he palmed your breast and had the other clutching onto the sheets when his hips start to snap faster.

“Ah!” You yelled when his other hand starts to move again, harshly rubbing his fingers on your engorged clit. “J-Jae—hy-hyun.”

Your cries were muffled by his mouth moving over yours, capturing you into another kiss that drowned your voice along with his own throaty grunts.

When your orgasm hit you out of nowhere, you pull away your head from him and cry into the pillow, hoping it could serve as an anchor while you claw at it. Your other hand gripped Jaehyun’s wrist, the one still rubbing against your clit, desperately trying to get him to stop.

“Just a little more for me, baby. I’m close, I’m really close.” He grunts, letting go of your clit and grabbing onto your hip as he chases his high. His thrusts are desperate and frantic with his thighs slapping against yours.

You were practically sobbing when another orgasm washes over you and you were completely sensitive by the time he’s reached his own climax.

He pulls out of you and gently turns you to him. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry, that was so selfish of me. Are you hurt?” He asks, panting loudly as he wipes away a few tears that escaped your eyes.

You shake your head, “I’m fine, I swear. It’s just been awhile…”

Jaehyun kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry if I’ve been so busy.”

“No, don’t be. It’ll all be worth it in the end. You’re doing an amazing job despite being new at it.”

He lazily smiles at you, reaching over you to grab a few sheets of tissue on the nightstand and starts to clean you up; delicately swiping at your pussy. “When I’m starting to get tired in the office and think about giving up, I’d think about all the reasons why I’m doing this.” He quietly confesses.

You take out your makeup wipes from the drawer and start cleaning your face while he talks as well as pulling out the bobby pins from your hair.

Discarding the used tissues on the floor with a quick promise of properly throwing them away in the morning, he pulls the sheets over your bodies. “I’d tell myself that I’m doing this for my family; they’ve sacrificed a lot for this business to be successful and I’m not going to be the first one to disappoint them. I’ll think about you; how I want you to live comfortably and with no worries. Then I’ll think about how I want everything ready and set when we’ll have kids; they’ll be healthy and loved.”

“You want children?” You interrupt in a soft voice.

“You don’t?”

“I do.”

He smiles again, “I bet they’ll have your eyes.”

You giggled, kissing his cheek, “And they’ll have your dimples.”

Jaehyun chuckles, “I’ll work hard for us… for our family,” He suddenly stops, pulling his lower lip between his teeth.

“What? What is it?”

“I want you to quit your job,”

You frowned at this. You’ve had this conversation before about how he didn’t want you working because he could provide everything already. Being a housewife didn’t sound appealing to you at all and as much as you respected his mother, you couldn’t see yourself doing the same she did. Just as you were about to refute, he continues.

“And start your own.”

This had caught you completely off guard. Your own company? The thought never really crossed your mind.

“I know you love your job, but you could be doing so much more, baby. You’ve got a talent for the arts and design—you have a license in interior design. You can’t just wait around for someone to hire you.” He starts to explain, “You can start your own design firm and control how everything works. If I pitch the idea to my dad, he’ll make sure to make you in charge of everything design related in our business.”

“I don’t know much about running a company, Jae, let alone starting one.”

Jaehyun shrugs, “I do and I’ll be with you every step of the way. Think about it, okay?”

You nod, gazing into his eyes for a few seconds before ducking your head into his chest. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You feel him press a kiss on the top of your head before his arms slither around your body to hold you close.

a/n: uploading the next parts will take a little longer since most of these have been written ages ago, but I’ll do my best to do it every 2 weeks c:

also they’ll be scheduled posts; fridays, 1:27AM KST

next: part 3

#nct smut #jaehyun smut #devoted 2 #nct scenario #jaehyun scenario

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Here I Am, There You Are Pt. 3

Jack Barakat x OC ‘Rachel has been best friends with Alex, Jack, Rian, and Zack since high school. What happens when one of them gets married?’

Part 3

I turned to him, trying to hide further into my jacket that was way too light for Baltimore’s starting winter. “Whatever happens in there, please remember that I love you and that my family is not a direct reflection of who I am.”

“Babe,” Jack laughed, giving my hand a squeeze, “you’re the one that’s freaking out the most. I should be the one saying ‘whatever happens in there, remember that I love you’. Afterall, I am the one that ruined what could have been a nice normal dinner for us tonight all those years ago.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.” I kissed him on the cheek and rang the doorbell. “You just made it slightly more uncomfortable, that’s all.”

The front door opened almost immediately, the light from indoors almost making it seem like my mom had a spotlight directed on her. She grinned brightly, excited to see me again for the first time in months. The fact that I was bringing my boyfriend made her that more thrilled. My parents didn’t know it was Jack. I didn’t want to tell them over the phone after finding out about him and my sister, so they were super intrigued. My dad even joined my mom at the door, wanting to see who I had finally let myself date.

I went in first, greeting them and giving them both a hug. Jack followed me inside, waiting until it was his turn to do something. To help him out a little and to make the transition better, I decided to ‘introduce’ him.

“Mom, dad, you know Jack.” I smiled and stepped aside so they could see him.

“Of course we do!” my mom gushed and went straight for the hug instead of the handshake, seemingly happy that I was dating him.

She was hugging him like he was one of my way younger cousins who she hadn’t seen in a while. My dad, however, just gave him a nice respectful handshake and said something along the lines of being glad to see him again. I could tell they were quite surprised how he turned out. He still had a single strand of hair bleached (and now painted red), which was way better compared to the weird blonde streaks he had all over his floppy hair. Also, he was a lot less stick-like than in high school. Still tall, but not stick-like.

“I would never have expected this,” my mom breathed out with a big smile, “but we can talk about while eating. Dinner’s ready.”

“Already?!” I exclaimed, barely getting the time to take of my jacket before we were dragged to the living-slash-dining room.

“You know how I overestimate how much time I need to cook whenever I plan out a nice meal!” My mom scoffed like I had offended her before scurrying off to the kitchen.

“At least I don’t have to help,” I whispered to Jack and shrugged, making him laugh.

The table had already been set. It was fancier than usual, which made sense. There was actually a tablecloth and the nice matching white plates were taken out. Four places also had wine glasses, the fifth only having a water glass. The salad was already out on the table and there was place for the warm dishes. Back in high school whenever I had somebody over, my parents didn’t make all too much effort. It was a bit different when I was twenty-eight, though. Maybe Alex married his high school girlfriend, but I definitely didn’t marry my high school boyfriend.

Before we got to the table, we walked past the couches where my brother had just turned off his phone and stuffed it back in his pocket. While my hair was on the darker side of blonde, almost brown, and my sister had a nice light blonde, he had a more ash blonde color. If he and my sister switched hair colors, I could have said it was like an ink cartridge running out.

“Hey, Ethan,” I greeted him as well before once again pointing at Jack, “do you remember Jack?”

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, as he thought for a while, inspecting Jack’s appearance. At first, he seemed confused and lost, but then he asked, “did we have some super awesome handshake?”

“Handshake?” Jack frowned, making it his turn to think back to the past. “Oh, yes, we did!”

“Yeah, I remember!” Ethan grinned as he nodded and got up as my mom and dad started putting everything on the table. “You were Rachel’s boyfriend, right?”

“No, nope, he wasn’t,” I quickly corrected, really hoping my little brother hadn’t seen anything between Jack and Anna and then confused it with me years later.

“Oh, okay.” Ethan shrugged and put his hands up at shoulder-level to show he didn’t mean any harm. “I was two when you guys first met. If I saw two ducks in the same pond, I thought they were together.”

“How old are you now?” Jack asked casually to make small talk.

“Sixteen,” Ethan answered simply as he went to the one place without the wine glasses, which was at the head of the table.

“So you were…” Jack did the math in his head. “Six when we graduated.”

“Five, actually, but we don’t like to think about those dark times.” Ethan looked into the distance and shuddered as if he could still remember any horrifying details of events that never happened.

“The worst that could have happened to you was that somebody stole your grape eraser.” I rolled my eyes and sat down next to him, Jack in turn sitting next to me

“I know!” he gasped and put a hand over his heart. “I am still traumatized!”

Not much later, my parents brought all the food to the table and my dad poured us some wine--white for me, red for Jack. Once we all had food on our plates, I nearly wanted to dig in almost immediately. It had been a while since I had had my mom’s home cooked meals, so I was excited. But I couldn’t just start eating whenever I was back home. It worked differently here than at my house in LA. Luckily Jack noticed my hesitation and wouldn’t dare touch his own food. If he hadn’t, we might have had an awkward situation.

“Rachel, do you want to say Grace?” My mom asked, already holding out her hands for my dad and brother to take (she was sitting directly across from me, my dad next to her and across from Jack).

“Oh, umm…” I looked around, trying to find a way to politely decline. “I’d rather not…”

“Alright,” she nodded and looked at my brother instead, “Ethan?”

“Sure.” He shrugged in response, feeling indifferent towards it.

You see, technically I grew up religious. Or, at least, my parents were religious. They took me and my sister to church when we were kids, but they never pushed anything on us. We got to decide whether or not we believed and whether or not we wanted to go to church. I made the decision of not going to church and also not believing, which my parents knew and were supportive about. They occasionally did ask me if I wanted to say Grace, and I did do it a few times, but sometimes I also declined. My sister, on the other hand, was just as religious as my parents. She was as open and as accepting, but she regularly went to church and didn’t eat dinner without saying grace. It kind of contradicted the person she was back in high school and a little after, but even back then she would go to our neighborhood church every Sunday.

Usually, however, back when I was still at high school and when I had a couple of friends over, my parents wouldn’t make us kids say Grace. They knew all teenagers wanted to do after a busy day was stuff their faces, and they didn’t want to force it on other people’s children. However, this dinner was family, Jack now getting the chance to join as well. So, he was a little surprised by the gesture. At least my mom hadn’t asked him. I didn’t think Jack minded, though. He was also like me; grew up religiously but didn’t really follow it himself.

We all held hands--yes, even my dad and Jack--and my parents and brother closed their eyes. I, however, made eye contact with Jack and gestured that it was okay if he wanted to keep his eyes open, I was going to do so as well. He gave me a small smile and I squeezed his hand in return.

“So, first of all, I would like to express my gratitude for something else that happened today,” Ethan started, a mischievous smile creeping on his face. “I am very thankful for that awesome kill I got on Call of Duty. My prayers were answered. I managed to get the best kill I’ve ever done. It was a real moment to be proud of. You should have seen--”

“Ethan!” My mom scolded, giving him a nudge.

“Oh, right. Sorry, homie, I’ll tell you about that later,” he apologized, but not to my mom, he was ‘apologizing’ to God. Jack and I shared a look, holding back our chuckles. Ethan continued saying Grace, taking it seriously for my mom this time. It was obvious he didn’t think it was all that serious. “Anyway, I guess it’s great that I’m able to share a meal with my parents, my eldest sister, and her boyfriend. Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost, whoever eats fastest gets the most. Amen.”

“Every single time.” My dad shook his head after they all opened their eyes and we let go of each other’s hands. He wasn’t disappointed, however. It was more like he knew he had to get mad, but was too amused to do so.

We ate some of our food, surrounded by casual conversation, before my parents started asking the serious questions. Although they knew who Jack was back in high school, they still had to make sure he was right for me now. That’s a mother’s and father’s job. My dad needed to know if he could take good care of me while my mom wanted to see if we really did love each other and one of us wasn’t using the other. Even if I had been the one with bad intentions--neither of us were--my mom would have disapproved. I would never get past her with a fake boyfriend. She would know in no time.

“So, Jack,” my dad changed the subject, “I remember your band being quite your thing in high school, is it still?”

Jack nodded quite enthusiastically while trying to quickly swallow the bite of food in his mouth. He seemed quite happy that my dad had remembered. “We actually managed to make a living out of it. We have seven albums out right now. It’s so surreal to play shows and having the entire crowd singing along to songs we wrote.”

“Oh, so you tour a lot?” My dad derived.

“Umm, yeah…” Jack carefully nodded, feeling like he was getting led into a trap. I felt the same way. It was like my dad was going down the interrogation path. Yet, Jack still answered, he couldn’t just not say anything. “We used to be gone almost the entire year, only have, like, thirty days at home spread out over the year, but it’s calming down a little with Alex getting married.”

“That sounds awesome,” my dad contradicted the idea of him trying to crack Jack by showing excitement. “What’s your favorite place you’ve ever been?”

“Oh, that’s a difficult one. The crowd oversees is always very pumped. We do only come there occasionally, so when we finally come it’s quite special. Australia’s pretty cool, but so is the UK, and we also really like Japan.”

“Okay, that’s it. Ethan, you’re going to be in a successful band as well,” my dad instructed my brother.

Ethan seemed caught off guard. His chewing stopped and his eyes were wide as he looked at my dad. “Say what now? And live an unorthodox way of life?”

“Hey,” Jack interrupted jokingly, “I’m dating your sister, my way of life isn’t that unorthodox.”

Out of nowhere, Ethan suddenly hit the table loudly. “I remember! You were Anna’s boyfriend, not Rachel’s! Bro…”

Well, there it was. If my parents couldn’t remember before, this sure as hell was going to jumpstart their memories. Lisa could recall it all just after hearing my sister’s name, there was no way my parents could just forget walking in on Anna and Jack doing ‘unspeakable things’. It was like my heart sunk. There was no way they were going to be cool with us dating anymore, no matter how much my dad liked Jack.

I slid down my chair a little while everybody just stared at Ethan and didn’t say a word. He was looked back at all of us, not seeing what was wrong with what he had stated. With the way my parents were glaring at him to behave for once and the occasional worrisome glance towards me, I knew that my parents remembered what had happened between Jack and Anna since we walked through that front door, but were just afraid that I didn’t know. If that were the case, staying silent wasn’t the way to keep it hidden from me.

“Complicated stuff.” I forced a smile, trying to start up a conversation again to end the awkward silence.

“Anyway, so what type of venues do you play?” My dad continued his questions about Jack’s job like nothing had interrupted him before.

Jack, also preferring boasting about his band over talking about his time with my sister, answered the question quickly, “just the usual, but we recently did get to play arenas in the UK. Some of those shows sold out, which is pretty amazing.”

“Oh, wow! I remember buying twenty tickets from Rachel one time just so you guys could play a show.”

Jack looked at me with accusation. “Twenty tickets! When did this happen?!”

I shrugged and drunk some of my wine. “You needed to sell one hundred tickets. I sold thirty, twenty of them went to my dad.”

“And here we were, thinking you had some secret talent!” He shook his head at me and reached for his back pocket. “I can’t believe you did that!” He proceeded to pull out his wallet and take out a one-hundred dollar bill, sliding it over to my dad “This should cover that.”

“Oh, no, I don’t need your money,” my dad refused and pushed it back to Jack. “I was happy to pay for you kids to work towards your dreams, even if you’re not my own blood.”

“I insist, though,” Jack countered and handed it back yet again. “And if you really don’t want it, give it to charity.”

“You’re not going to give up, are you?”

“I will not.”

The dinner continued without another interruption from my brother bringing up the past. Of course, the conversation was not just centralized around Jack’s job the entire time. Slowly it went over to my job and then it shifted to my puppy. Then we also talked a bit about how school was going for my brother and how my parents were doing. It was the perfect dinner to me, excusing the small hiccup and awkward silence around it.

Although this dinner was technically Jack and my parents meeting again, Ethan was also quite excited to have me around again. So, my parents excused us after dinner ended and let us go up to Ethan’s room so I could catch up with him as well, this included Jack. It was kind of a weird situation, but they understood as well. Jack could have stayed with my parents, but I didn’t want to do that to him and invited him to come along with us.

Not long after, Jack and Ethan were playing video games on the small TV he had in his room--it used to be my room in high school, then my sister’s, and then his--and I was casually snooping around, not trying to hide that I was literally going through random drawers. It was mainly full of school stuff or random clutter, nothing juicy. However, bedside drawers always have some mischievous things in it.

Still, when I opened my brother’s bedside drawer and found a box of condoms, my heart skipped a beat. A normal sister would throw them back and shut the drawer, trying to do her best to act like she never saw anything. But I wasn’t a normal sister. My family and I were very close… strangelyclose. My brother would literally tell me anything, so this came as a surprise.

“Nice to know you’re being safe.” I threw the box at his head, more annoyed that he didn’t tell me than the fact that he had them in his possession.

“Ouch!” He rubbed his head briefly, quickly returning his hand to the controller to duck before briefly glancing in the direction of what I threw at him, all while Jack was snickering, seeing it all from the corner of his eye. “Oh, that. Yeah, I never used them.”

“Never used them, huh?” I nodded, walking up to the box and picking it up, stuffing back the few condoms that had fallen out. “Then why’s the box open?”

“I give them to my friends.” He shrugged, sticking his tongue out a little to concentrate better on the video game.

“Do you sell them, because that’s a great way to make money,” Jack nudged, his own eyes glued to the TV screen.

“Nope. They’re wussies and are too embarrassed to buy their own. I don’t care if it takes a couple of bucks from my pocket money, I don’t want them screwing up their lives. I have yet to… loose… my own…” he took brief pauses while trying to kill an enemy, “virginity.”

“Awe, following my footsteps!” I gushed and climbed on the bed after closing the drawer again and calling it a day on snooping around.

“Of course, you’re my favorite sister!”

“So cute!” I ruffled his hair and grinned at him even though he wasn’t looking in my direction.

“Okay, nope, Anna’s my favorite sister,” Ethan corrected, jerking his head to try and fix his hair without his hands, but to no avail. So, he quickly fixed it with his hands, which caused him to fail covering Jack and made his character die.

“Goddammit!” Jack sighed. Instead of reviving himself, though, he threw his controller down. “Okay, I gotta use the bathroom.”

“Use the one in the hallway, mine’s full of laundry,” Ethan told him so Jack wouldn’t try using the bathroom connected to this bedroom.

As Jack started getting up I double checked, “do you know where it is?”

“Yeah,” he nodded and started leaving the room, “I’ve been here before.”

That left just me and Ethan in the room. Ethan was still focused on the game and Jack’s side of the screen was still asking to be revived. So, I slipped off the bed and sat where Jack was sitting before on the floor, and grabbed the remote, doing as the screen wanted me to do. Although I wasn’t an avid gamer, I could still casually play video games with my brother. As soon as things got too competitive, though, I had to bail.

“Am I really not your favorite sister?” I joked and pushed him softly with my foot.

“No, you definitely are my favorite sister,” Ethan stressed, ignoring my push completely.

“You probably tell Anna that as well when she’s over,” I laughed and rolled my eyes a little. It was what parents always did as well--although, they often would say they didn’t have a favorite--deep down they really did have one child they preferred.

“Nope, I really don’t.” He shook his head. “You’re way cooler.”

“You wouldn’t think that with the teenager she used to be. Aren’t you supposed to think she’s the cool one because she got into parties while underage and would spend nights out doing god knows what?”

“Nah. You had fun with friends without going overboard crazy. I’d take a roadtrip and a theme park over a club and drinking any day. Also, if I call you at ungodly hours of the night, you will always answer and listen, even when all I want to talk about is fruit loops. Anna doesn’t do that. You’re cool because you can be as bitchy as a motherfucker and still get what you want, but you don’t do that at all. You care more about other people’s problems, including mine.”

“Anna cares about your problems too,” I told him seriously. I couldn’t have him thinking that his other sister didn’t care about him. I knew she did as well.

“Yeah, I know. But if Anna had found those condoms, she would have interrogated me. She wouldn’t have believed that I give them to my friends and haven’t lost my own virginity yet. It’s cause she’s Anna, she can’t imagine being a teenager and doing that. You, however, understand everything even though you haven’t experienced something in the same way. You also talk to me about everything like I can help you. Anna still acts more like I’m a child who isn’t adult enough to hear about her shit. You’re like the cool mom, you will be a cool mom someday,” he confessed. “I honestly thought you would be the first one to get married.”

I chuckled and shook my head, unfazed by the fact that I had already managed to let my character die and had to revive yet again. “I’m sure many people thought that. Anna just found the person she wants to spend the rest of her life with before me. I’ll get married someday, though.”

“Can I be your maid of honor?” Ethan asked, both joking and completely serious.

“You know what? Yes.” I nodded and held out my hand. “Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise,” he replied and let his hand leave the controller yet again to hook his pinky onto mine. It caused his screen to go black as well, but he didn’t seem to care. “Are you going to take Jack to Anna’s wedding?”

“Maybe,” I nodded, making eye contact with him for the first time again since he turned on the console, “I’ll have to check with Anna first, though.”

“Why do you have to check with her? She can’t control who you’re dating.”

“I know, and she won’t. She and Jack had a thing back in high school. I don’t want to take him to her wedding and ruin her day.”

“Wait, so I was right?!” Ethan gasped, his eyes widening. “He was Anna’s boyfriend!?”

“Not exactly…” I sucked in a breath. Although Ethan told me he loved it that I trusted him with all my secrets and troubles, I was unsure if I could give the exact details this time. It wasn’t that he was too young to know about sex--that was obvious--but it was the fact that it was his sister and my boyfriend we were talking about.

“Oh, what--” he frowned before his face relaxed and realization washed over him. “Oh… Oh, no. That-- That’s no good.”

I raised my shoulders slightly and pursed my lips briefly. “Yeah, well, I can’t do anything about the past. I only found out about it a couple of months ago, but it doesn’t really bother me.”

“It doesn’t bother you?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Nope, it doesn’t.”

“Are you sure it doesn’t bother you?”

“One-hundred-percent sure.”

“One-hundred-percent?”

“Okay… maybe just a little bit.” I held up my thumb and forefinger, showing a small distance between the tips. “Of course it’s a little weird. The idea of Anna sleeping with a guy I dated was quite a realistic one. Me dating a guy she used to sleep with, however…”

“Ugh, that sucks,” he sighed, feeling for me.

“I got over it. Well, as long as I don’t think about it when Jack and I… you know…”

“Oh my god, just say it: ‘having sex’. It’s not that difficult,” Ethan groaned, throwing his head back in frustration.

“Okay, fine!” I chuckled and held up my hands in defense. “As long as I don’t think about it when we’re ‘having sex’. Anyway, I just need to make sure that Anna is okay with it as well. She has no idea that I’m dating Jack.”

“No idea?! Aha! I am your favorite sibling too!” he exclaimed triumphantly.

I snorted and nudged him to stop being so ridiculous. “Look, Anna and I are only two years apart, we got into a buttload of fights as kids. You and I, however, and twelve years apart. The only time we got in fights was when you wanted to play and I was overwhelmed with school. You’re my baby brother.”

“I was going to say I’m not a baby anymore… but I literally have a teddy bear sitting on my bed,” Ethan remarked and looked back at the brown bear nestled in between his pillows.

“So what? I have a teddy bear in my bed as well and I’m twenty-eight.”

“That’s different!”

“How is that different?!”

He thought for awhile before mumbling, “I don’t know.”

I just shook my head and smirked at him, before pointing out, “where the hell is Jack, what’s taking him so long?”

“I don’t know. What do people do in the bathroom?” Ethan laughed.

I rolled my eyes and got up before climbing over my brother’s legs so I could leave the room as well. “I’m going to check on him.”

“He’s probably dropping a deuce!” he grunted and picked up his controller again, restarting his game.

I hit the back of his head, causing him to flinch away. Maybe he was right, but I didn’t know. It was possible that Jack went back downstairs and was waiting for me to join him and my parents. Then again, something bad couldn’t have happened in the bathroom. I don’t know why, but he could have passed out and hit his head. However, it was probably most likely that Ethan was completely correct and I was just going to make this awkward for Jack. Although I didn’t care one bit, Jack and I hadn’t exactly reached the point yet where we acknowledged what we both did in the bathroom. Maybe this was the point where we crossed that line.

The door to the bathroom was closed, so I assumed he was still inside and knocked softly. “Jack, are you okay in there?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” his muffled voice said back.

So, I decided to leave him alone and not press any further to prevent making him feel rushed if it was indeed what Ethan said. “Okay, I’m going to be downstairs with my parents. Just take your time.”

“Okay.”

I slowly stepped away from the door just in case something was actually wrong and Jack decided to say something. When nothing came, I made my way to the stairs and went down them. My parents were still sitting at the dinner table, two glasses of wine and mine and Jack’s empty along with a partially empty bottle. I took the seat across from my mom again, pulling out my phone from my back pocket and placing it on the table so I could sit comfortably.

“Jack’s still upstairs,” I told them before they asked, and didn’t give any more detail to spare him any embarrassment.

They nodded and I poured myself a glass of wine so I had something to sip on while waiting for Jack to make an appearance again. My parents shared a look, obviously having a telepathic conversation that was about me but did not include me. They were disagreeing about something, debating about the thing surrounding me.

Eventually, my mom spoke up. “I just need to ask… you do know about Jack and Anna, right?”

My dad gave her a glare, but I nodded and decided to take a big gulp of the red wine. “Yeah. Well, not back then. But I’ve known for a little while.”

“Okay, because I was going to warn you if you were going to take Jack to her wedding.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t ruin her big day,” I breathed out a laugh and fondled with the stem of my glass. “I was going to ask her. It’s one of the reasons why I haven’t directly asked him to come yet and I haven’t given any name for my plus one yet, which I’m being forced to take.”

“One of the reasons?” My dad frowned, interrupting the serious conversation I was going to have yet again with another person. “I like the guy, why so unsure?”

“I like him too!” I defended with a gasp. “But I got that wedding invitation when Jack and I had been dating for around four months. The wedding was still five months into the future then! Now I just need to ask Anna since the wedding’s in two months.”

“So, why haven’t you asked her yet?” my dad continued to interrogate. It was like he liked Jack more than me. Most fathers would tell their daughter to stay away from band dudes, my dad was doing the opposite.

“Because I still wanted to give my relationship with Jack some more time.”

My mom reached out and took hold of my hand so I could no longer clink my nails against the glass. “Seems to me like you’re stalling.”

“Oh my god,” I groaned and pulled my hand away, briefly hiding my head in my arms on the table. “Why does everybody keep thinking that the fact Jack and Anna used to be together is such a big deal to me? It really isn’t! Like, I even dated his best friend for a short while, how is it any different?”

“Hey, I didn’t say that was the reason you’re stalling,” my mom pointed out. “You’re the one that decided that was the reason, that says something.”

“No,” I shook my head and crossed my arms, “I was completely fine with it. But now you guys are making me doubt myself! Am I wrong in thinking it’s okay?”

“It’s not wrong,” my dad assured me and turned to my mom, “you stop making her change her mind!”

“I just want what’s best for her,” my mom argued.

“Look, I love Jack and that’s all that matters,” I insisted.

“You love him and that’s all that matters?”

“Yes, I promise.”

“Okay,” my mom said softly and nodded, accepting my answer. Just like I said, she was happy if I was happy.

Just then, before the conversation topic could be changed to something more neutral, my phone buzzed. Although I usually never checked my phone at the dinner table, having it just lay there prompted me to just quickly check what the notification was from. Strangely enough, it was a text from Alex. I quickly read over it and didn’t reply, knowing it wasn’t needed.

I made up an excuse that was partially true so I wouldn’t be lying, “Jack and I should be going soon, I’m going to go fetch him.”

And so, I went upstairs yet again. I went straight to my brother’s room, but not to see him. Instead, I entered his bathroom. Just like he had warned, it was a big mess. The hamper was full of laundry, some more strewn across the floor, and there was a pile of clean clothes yet to go back in his closet that had fallen over, obviously hidden in here instead of neatly put away. Ethan observed me as I grabbed the toilet plunger. I made direct eye contact with him and raised my eyebrows before leaving yet again.

“Jack,” I knocked on the bathroom door and asked, “are you sure you’re okay in there?”

“Umm… yeah, it’s all good…” he replied, but I knew better than that.

“Dude, Alex literally just texted me that you texted him, just open the door.”

A second later, the lock turned, and the door opened ajar, Jack blocking my view of the bathroom. “Did you just dude me?”

“Yes.” I gave him a single nod before holding up the plunger so he could see it too.

A sheepish grin crept up and a slight blush spread across his checks. He didn’t even need to say a word, and I knew that I had rescued the day.

“Do you need me to help?” I questioned and pushed one hand up against the door so I could come inside.

Jack, however, held the door closed and instead snatched the plunger from me. “No, it’s cool. I’ll do it.”

The door shut and locked again. I just waited outside and leaned against the wall. Luckily, it didn’t take all too long for Jack to fix the problem, especially compared to how long he had already been in there. I just hoped for him that there was no mess. An overflowing toilet is never pleasant.

When Jack came out, I was still waiting for him with my arms crossed.

“Sorry about that…” he mumbled and turned off the bathroom light, having left the plunger in the bathroom for now.

“No, it’s fine,” I brushed it off, knowing it happened to the best of people. “Although, you could have asked for my help. Why didn’t you?”

“Cause it’s awkward as fuck!” he breathed out and scratched the back of his head. “And I seriously can’t believe Alex texted you.”

“What else was he supposed to do?”

“Moral support.”

I just laughed but didn’t go downstairs just yet. “It really doesn’t matter anymore. Just promise you won’t clog the hotel toilet as well, and I promise I won’t do so either.”

“Like you’ve ever clogged or will clog and toilet in your life,” Jack snorted.

“There’s still a lot left to learn about me.” I winked to make him feel better and kissed his cheek. “I love you.”

He returned the gesture by briefly pecking me on the lips and wrapping one arm around my waist.

“Anyway…” I started guiding us back to the stairs. “I kinda told my parents that we had to leave and that I just had to get you. So… we’re going to be leaving a little earlier than we first planned, meaning we’ll have some extra time at the hotel…”

“You seriously want to have sex with me after I clogged a toilet? That's not sexy in anyway.”

“Yes,” I whispered in his ear.

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