#also your girl got her drivers license yesterday!

[avatar-anna]

Baby Mine

or just young dadrry being a dad

Young Dad! Harry x Young Mom! Reader

Reality struck Harry in the face when he realized Y/n was showing.

The text he got from Y/n saying she was pregnant? Mind-blowing, but also a little surreal. The conversations he had with his parents and management? An out of body experience. But seeing Y/n with a baby bump for the first time, with his baby? His knees nearly buckled from the stark realization that this was actually happening.

He was going to be a dad.

It was a terrifying thought. Harry was still a kid himself—in all the ways that mattered, anyway. He played video games with his mates, he stayed out late on the weekends, and it felt like just yesterday that he'd gotten his driver's license. He could barely successfully cook pasta, let alone take care of his own child.

And Y/n, the girl he'd only known for a short couple months. The girl he really liked to the point where he still talked to her even after his trip to LA was over, she was here with him, on tour, walking around in his hotel room in one of his t-shirts, her stomach stretching the soft material just enough to be noticeable.

"I thought we could have dinner together," she said, coming over to where Harry was still holding vigil by the door. "I was craving Mexican and I remembered you saying you liked tacos, so I did a little exploring, and voila."

His eyes darted over Y/n's shoulder, and there were in fact various Mexican dishes wrapped up in foil packaging. It smelled good too, but it wasn't quite enough to pull Harry from his stupor.

"I...I'm meeting someone. The boys. For dinner," he said.

It wasn't quite enough to pull his head out of his ass apparently, either.

"Oh."

Y/n blushed, her gaze flickering away from his. Harry felt like a dick, especially since it wasn't true. But he freaked out. He was freaking out. Playing house—or hotel—with a girl he barely knew and pretending it was perfectly normal for them to prepare to have a baby together was too much. All of a sudden, it was all too much.

"Have—Have fun, then. I'll probably head back to my room, I guess."

It was painfully awkward, but Harry didn't know how to make it better. So, like the grown adult he wasn't, he mumbled a reply and skirted around Y/n to set his duffle bag down before mumbling his goodbyes and leaving again.

He was gone for maybe an hour. While he was gone, he walked around aimlessly, letting himself get lost in an unfamiliar city. And in all that walking, he gave himself time to think.

Harry knew he'd been an ass. Y/n hadn't done anything wrong, and knowing that he disappointed her made him upset. Because the truth was, he really liked her. She shared his stupid sense of humor, she liked the music he liked, she had a cute little birthmark on her right shoulder that Harry couldn't help but feel compelled to kiss whenever he saw it. She was beautiful and smart and outgoing.

And now she was having his baby.

They were both to blame for that. Both of them had been careless that particular night, but Y/n had been clear to Harry when she told him about her being pregnant. "I want to have it, but I'm also not going to force you to have it with me," she'd told him when they eventually had a phone conversation. "I don't, like, expect anything from you, but I just didn't think it would be right if I kept this a secret from you."

"How did your parents take it?" Harry had asked because her voice contained a steely nerve that was deflecting non-existent judgement.

"Not great, but they'll come around. Eventually. I hope."

She'd said the last part so quietly, as if she wasn't truly sure her parents would actually accept the fact that their daughter was pregnant.

"I want to help," he blurted.

Y/n had looked at him with wide eyes, and a pang of guilt lanced through him at her surprise. She'd genuinely thought he'd leave her high and dry.

"Help?"

"I—I want to be a part of this, or help you raise it—the baby. I want to help. Like we're a team—Not a team. Like a—"

"A team. I like that."

Harry had been glad to be put out of his misery, though to his credit, he never imagined ever having this conversation, and he at least hadn't cried yet.

"You do?"

"Yeah. I think family is too much right now," Y/n said. "But a team...a team looks out for each other. Makes each other better."

So they were a team, though clearly Harry had been dropping the ball recently.

He was just...scared. Terrified. But he could only imagine what Y/n was thinking, how she was feeling. Since she'd joined him on tour, they talked about everything but the baby. Whether that was conscious or subconscious on either of their parts, Harry wasn't sure, but he knew they couldn't skirt around the subject forever. When he first told his mum about Y/n being pregnant, Harry insisted that he could do this, that he was grown enough to raise a baby. He wasn't exactly sure how true that statement was, but one thing he did know was that he could do much better than he was now.

When he got back to the hotel, Y/n was spread out along the plush sofa, eyes closed and arm resting idly on her belly. Harry wasn't so scared at seeing the bump this time around. In fact, a part of him was a little excited.

Y/n startled a little when Harry knelt by her side, her eyes bleary and a little red. "Sorry. I was gonna go, but I sat down for a moment and—"

"Nothing to be sorry for," Harry interrupted. "I'm sorry, actually. I was kind of an ass earlier."

Shaking her head, she said, "We don't owe each other anything. It's not like we're—"

"But I want to. I know things have been a little awkward, but I like you, Y/n. A lot. That hasn't changed."

"Really?" Y/n asked, and Harry felt bad when she sounded so unsure.

"Really. We...obviously didn't expect this to happen, but I want this. With you. Even if we are a little young and out of our depth here."

Y/n laughed. "Try a lot."

Harry grinned, resting his hand over hers where she was still holding her belly. "But we'll learn. Together. We're a team, right?"

Her eyes softened then. She ran a hand through his curls, the touch delicate but comforting, and Harry couldn't help but lean into her touch. "Yeah. We're a team."

They stayed like that for a minute, maybe two, but Harry eventually straightened, his grin widening as he said, "Right then. We should welcome the newest member of our team, shouldn't we?"

Y/n giggled as Harry shuffled around until he was face to face with Y/n's stomach. He lifted her shirt gently, his breath catching when he saw the baby bump up close.

"Hello there...baby. I'm Harry. Your dad," he said, only feeling a little silly. "You don't have a name yet, but I just wanted you to know that I love you, and your mum loves you, and even though we're a little on the young side, we're gonna take care of you the best we can. And so will your uncles."

"That was sweet, H," Y/n said, her fingers tracing the side of his cheek. "And...I do have a name in mind."

"You do? I didn't know that."

Y/n gave him a smile that felt like she was teasing him. "Because I'm telling you now. I've been testing it out in my head for a few days."

If Harry thought the baby bump made all of this real, talking about potential names would definitely do that. But whether he was ready or not, this was happening.

"Alright. Hit me with it."

A small smile creeped onto Y/n's face. "Simone."

"Simone," Harry repeated, trying it out for himself. "How'd you land on Simone?"

Y/n shrugged casually, but Harry knew that she put thought into it, that this name meant something to her. "It's pretty, and, I don't know, we talked about Nina Simone on our first date. It seemed right."

Thinking about their first proper date gave Harry butterflies. He remembered how nervous he was to go out with Y/n, spending an embarrassing amount of time picking out the right clothes and fixing his hair. But when he actually met her at the spot they agreed on, all his nerves went away, and he spent the whole date marveling at the fact that he was on a date with Y/n and all the things they had in common and how he didn't want it to end.

"It's perfect," Harry agreed, then bent his head to kiss Y/n's belly. "Hi, Simone. I can't wait to meet you."

A few months later

"Do you want to hold her?"

Y/n was in her hospital bed, hair hanging limp around her shoulders. She looked tired beyond belief, but she was smiling brightly at Harry as she held a little bundle of blankets, one of which was his mother's handiwork, Harry realized.

He found himself nodding, and before he was maybe ready, Y/n passed the baby over to him, and he was holding her. His daughter.

Harry looked down, a swirl of emotions squeezing his heart. She was asleep, the world's tiniest hand pressed against her cheek while she took deep breaths. Logically, he knew she didn't have any distinguishable features yet, but Harry felt like he could see himself and Y/n in her. Just gazing at her little face, he felt like he could see the next fifteen years playing out—the first words and steps, seeing Y/n holding her backstage, recitals and sports games, school projects, first loves, all of it.

An overwhelming feeling Harry couldn't name washed over him. It brought tears to his eyes as he realized just how much he loved her, how much he was willing to bend over backwards and protect her. And when he was able to break away from looking at her for a second, he found Y/n's gaze and saw the same look in her eyes, and one of understanding too.

Harry looked back down at his daughter, that overwhelming feeling rushing through him again, and for a moment, he wondered if that would ever go away. He wasn't sure he wanted it to.

"Hi baby," he whispered. Bending his head down, he kissed her forehead. "Hi, Simone. Welcome to our little family."

He knew Y/n was listening, but he didn't mind. It felt right that it was just the three of them sharing this little moment before everyone else flooded in to see the baby.

"We're a little unconventional as far as families go, and you'll probably have a different childhood than other kids," he said, not caring that Simone couldn't hear or understand him. He needed to say it. "But I'll love you with all my heart, and so will your mummy. You'll want for nothing because we'll give you the world, but you might have to be a little patient with us because we're new to the parenting thing.

"But I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy," he continued, his voice breaking. "I'll never let you feel unloved. I'll change your nappies and wipe your tears and make you smile. I'll be the best daddy for you. I promise."

Harry didn't know what the future held, but that he was sure of. He'd been scared and anxious the last few months, but now that he was standing in a hospital room holding his newborn daughter, he didn't want to give her, or Y/n, anything less than what they deserved.

Years later

"Dad, you're squeezing too hard."

"I don't care. My baby's abandoning me."

"I'm going to college!"

"That's what I said, isn't it?"

Simone began to squirm, but Harry still wouldn't let up. He was currently in the process of blinking back tears, and didn't want her to notice when he eventually did pull away.

"I'll be back for Fall Break," she said quietly, giving into the hug and squeezing Harry tight.

Harry took a deep breath and let go, even though he wasn't exactly ready to. Mustering a smile, he said, "I know. I'm just going to miss you. You're my baby."

Simone didn't balk or roll her eyes or contradict him, she just gripped the straps of her backpack as she gave him a wobbly smile. "You have plenty of babies to take care of at home."

Harry grinned and looked behind him where Y/n was keeping watch over the rest of the Styles family, though none of them were really babies anymore.

Looking back at Simone, he said, "Behave yourself, okay? Don't do anything Uncle Louis would do. And no boys for at least a month, please?"

Simone did roll her eyes then. "Sure, Dad."

That wasn't totally convincing, but he knew it was the best he was going to get. Harry pulled Simone in for one last hug, memories of the last eighteen years playing in his mind like a fast forward reel. Part of him couldn't believe he was already dropping Simone off for her first year of college, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to let her go. When he looked at her, he could still see the little baby he held for the first time, the one he promised to protect and do his best to raise. He hoped he fulfilled that promise.

"I love you, bug. Call me if you need anything. Any time, any place, you call me, okay?"

Tears appeared in Simone's eyes as she nodded. When Harry was ready, he finally stepped back and walked back toward Y/n and the rest of his family. As everyone got in the car Simone watched, waving to her siblings from the curb until Harry eventually peeled out of his spot, feeling like he was leaving part of his heart behind.

"Can we get something to eat?"

"In-N-Out!"

"There's no In-N-Out here!"

"A burger does sound good."

"Skip the song, please!"

"Play One Direction!"

Harry smiled as he shared a look with Y/n. He already missed Simone, but he knew she would be okay. And he found that it was easier—not by a lot but easier—to miss someone when there were five other babies, who weren't really babies anymore, to look after.

[babytowntm]

Y'know I never really imagined my Christmas evening going as wild as it did but I also never guessed it wouldn't.

Christmas evening started off as any other, until the aforementioned toxic sibling dynamics came into play. Hours went by without anything happening and then BAM!

For context, two years ago I gifted my mother an expensive heart shaped necklace. She adored it and wore it every day. The only time she'd take it off was if she went to shower.

She loved it.

Until one day, my sister slept at our house. A week before, she got herself the same necklace my mother did just in a different colour and proudly presented it to everybody. A week after her slumber party at our house, my mother's necklace was gone. We searched our entire living space we couldn't find it at all. It was gone and my mother was distraught about it. A week after its disappearance my sister called. Her necklace was broken and she wanted to know whether or not my mother's necklace was still covered by the insurance policies so she could send hers instead and get a new one. We told her no, it wasn't covered anymore. She hung up.

This year I helped said sister pack her stuff during her moving process, whilst her divorce was being finalized. I found my mother's necklace between her stuff. I knew it was hers no questions asked so I took it and I brought it back to my mother who was estatic and also told me "that's mine! That's my necklace"

All seemed well and I was sure of my sister never finding out. Until yesterday evening.

We were eating and she brought up the necklace. "You robbed me! You stole it!" She demanded it back. "It was our mothers necklace! She knows you took it! After you slept over at our place, mother's necklace was gone and yours was suspiciously broken". I shouted so loud that I'm sure my sister's neighbours must have heard me.

Family isn't easy and sometimes it's better to leave. I'm still uncertain

Despite her and me screaming at each other and talking it out in the end, apologizing and promising to do better, I'm still skeptical. I don't know who to trust and I suppose that's my biggest character flaw.

This diary entry isn't supposed to be as gloomy as my last one but it is supposed to show that family isn't everything. Sometimes family are the people you choose to have in your life and for me that's my friend Lorika. I can tell her everything. This girl means the world to me and she's probably like the sister I always wish my sister's would have been like instead.

This is to all people out there whose families aren't all that ; it gets better. You'll see. You'll just have to hold out for the lovable people to come into your life.

But to end this entry on a very much happier note. I got my first ever salary from my new job. 459€. I am ecstatic about this, finally I can get started on my driver's license.

This means everything to me.

Also. My mother gifted me pots and glasses for my future flat. I'm visiting my boyfriend tomorrow and hopefully he's also happy about his gift as well.

Life isn't as bad now that I'm writing all this out. There's always good with the bad which for me, is enough to keep on trying and keep on living.

And Lorika, if you're reading this somehow, someday you and me will live together. We'll have a home of our own and your girlfriend can visit us whenever you and her want her to. We'll be like a little family I promise. We'll just have to wait a little longer.

[snowmaniaph]

Love Talk: Fukazawa Tatsuya

How would you convey your feelings of “like” to your girlfriend who worries a lot?

I’m not the type to directly express my affection through words, that’s why I’ll go bathe with her. I’m a clean freak. I think I won’t go to a bath with anyone besides the person I like. That’s why I want her to understand that this is a really serious expression of love for me. On the other hand, if I doubt her feelings then I will probably throw the question directly and ask “Do you like me?”. I don’t want a half-hearted relationship so I might answer “Then let’s break up” depending on her response.

Is it good to keep secrets from your girlfriend?

No secrets! I won’t keep secrets from my girlfriend. If I make a mistake, I won’t hide it from her and confess it to her directly. On the contrary, I think I would notice if my partner is hiding something, and then I’d feel gloomy so I want her to tell me straight. But I don’t worry about the past, and I probably won’t ask how many guys and girls would be at the drinking party (she’s going to) and just send her off with a “Have fun!” I’m also the type to be fine even if she texts or calls someone else when she’s with me.

Who will you invite on your only rest day this month: your friends or your girlfriend?

Isn’t it my girlfriend? You can meet your friends any time, but if it’s one whole day off then I’d spend it with my girlfriend! My ideal or maybe I should say my dream date is walking at Takeshita street (in Shibuya). I don’t really know what’s there but I want to try going without having a set plan and just walking and eating there! Going to an onsen by car is also nice. My girlfriend could drive, or I would be the one to drive when I get my driver’s license! I’ve been saying this in a lot of places so I’ll definitely get my license this year!

What do you look for in a girlfriend?

I don’t require anything. Just being in love with me is enough. As long as we have that, then I think we can share even the things we like. If my girlfriend’s hobbies keep her physically active then I’d go with her. If we’re talking about marriage partners then I don’t have absolute requirements but I would be happy if she is someone who can do the house chores I’m not good at. And someone who isn’t shy when being introduced to other people would be nice. I’d be happy if it’s a friendly and sociable person who is considerate to senpais and can freely talk to kouhais --.

Please tell us about a recent happening.

I spent the whole day doing various work with the members yesterday. It was a very packed day. The recording of a Youtube project was very fun; it’s been a while since I got tired from laughing (laughs)! The video would probably show how much fun we had so look forward to it!

Source: Potato 08/2021

[royalfrostrose]

Ok. So this is a super serious topic and i know that no-one I know is on this platform or will recognise me but I need some advice here!

So my little sister will be 16 this year and plans on running away from home afterwards. As her older sibling and basically her roommate too, I know what she goes through at home and she also tells me what it is exactly that bothers her.

And I can say that running away is totally overboard for what is going on here.

She is the 3rd kid here and because of her asthma, she always got treated differently from me and our eldest brother.

No physical abuse! No violation of privacy. Just our father being emotional distance from the girls in the house. He daily complains about the state in our room or is verbally a dick. She also doesn't like our mother for being mad at her. But she is only mad at her for not doing her one chore in the whole house. The dishwasher. And the two of us share the job of taking care of the youngest. She is only on her phone when it's her turn and makes her cry and scream the whole day and the kid is 3. And she always complains how she is the only one in the house doing anything and how I'm older but do nothing. I fold the laundry, set and clean the table, help in the kitchen, also baby-sit our little sister, do part-time during the summer,easter and autumn vacations, clean and somethimes wash the cat-litter and vacuum the house. And I also graduated last week.

To be free from home like the oldest, all she got to do is graduate and go to university. Like I plan to do.

When she runs away now, she is throwing away her education and has no chance of a good life. And things are not as easy like in America. Without university, you are nothing here. She only has 4 years more of school. That's it. But she plans on running away, only work part time ans then full time to finance her stay at that dude from online she knows for 4 months.

And she is ready to sleep on the streets if she has to.

Things are not at all that bad here to do that. She got a great social life in school too. She counts as popular even. And she's not a bad student.

This whole plan is just way to rushed and she doesn't listen to me.

She is also risking that our 2 younger siblings get taken away. For what? Because our parents are mad she sleeps till 13 o'clock?

Addition:

And what I think I should ad to all of this would be some more details.

My parents get mad. And I would lie when I would say that my father was a nice and good man 24/7. But the older we get, the easier he is to handle. She didn't and doesn't have to deal with him when he get's actually bad. And now, all he does is complain and what old man doesn't?

When she takes care of the 3yr old, she sounds as if she get's beaten but then surprise, she only is screaming because my sister ignores here fully. Who's parents wouldn't be mad at their kid? And my father main priority is football ⚽️. Yeah, he doesn't care for your gymnastics sis but he forced me to give up on art and now I am applying for a fcking bio class. At least your hobby is accepted. Or when my mother said "you will get fat". Why does she complain. She litterly eate 3 bowls of ice cream with each 4 ice cream scoops, a bag of chips, 5 cactus water ice, 2 water ice sticks and a bar of chocolate just yesterday within 5 hours. Girl, that's not fat shaming when your oboes mother tells you that your skinny as will get fat and you should eat you lunch for once!

And we are freaking poor! Thanks to inflation (that's still not stopping for no reason), we can't get a bag of 5kg potatoes for our 6 head household in the MOTHERFUCKING LAND OF POTATOES! I had to give up my paycheck every single time so far. I still can't start my drivers license class because of the lack, but hey, she didn't get a tablet for her 15 birthday. But Boho, I got a set of Farben castle colour pencils for my 18 birthday because i needed them for my final exam. (My finals had 5 different subjects and my most important was art)

And when I compare the crap my big brother went through and her, eben he had it worse and he, as a boy, gets some extra treatment.

Sometimes I wonder why I even care for her wellbeing... so? How do I stop her from running her future while she believes it would be the best way?

Oh and i think it's clear that we hate one another. But we tell each other everything because we have no-one else and unite in our hate foe our father✨️

But I honestly don't know what to do. She knows that I wanted to run away too back then. But the difference was that he took all my money since I'm little like a walking piggybank and tried to kill me several times and even though about arranged marriage. And I wanted to either way die before 18 or leave when I'm 18. And now, he entered his old man Phase and only complains about politics and stuff so it's pretty chill cause now, you just need to ignore the yapping. So not like she was present during those times or had the same happen to her. So I can't see how she can be so careless with her life decisions. (And obviously my parents marriage is a mess but they can't separate because of financial reasons)

Also, my parents get way more chill when you enter the intense phase wich in her case would be only in 2 year.

And now ith that new sister, my family in general got more calmer. So she actually had it pretty nice now. And obviously my parents would call her missing and she will be brought home when she get found before she turned 18. And then things would be bad. But not when she just plays it low like we did.

In the end this was more like venting my frustration. Sorry to bother and this will be deleted in some weeks.

(And I don't need help. Like I said, things have called down long ago and I'm leaving anyway if I get accepted into university)

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[xanadontit]

OK so day 1, done. I am slightly hungover which isn’t saying much given my age and weak ass tolerance due to barely drinking but given everything I had yesterday (champagne on the boat! two double Crown and Cokes after margaritas with apps and wine with dinner) I should be dead.

Anyway, the house is insane. It’s technically a triplex but Insane Owner owns the two bottom floors and some guy owns the top. Every single wall was touched and while it’s not really my style for every day living I would totally rent this place. It’s tasteful, it’s on the beach, it’s got tons of space, but… it’s also super Republican. Which I knew but the sheer volume and size of Trump flags is jarring for this Silicon Valley Liberal Bubble Gal.

We pretty much went straight to the boat for a 3 hour tour (seriously) around the entire bay. Absolutely perfect weather, smooth ride, great food, and yes: champagne. Lots of chatting about who owns which house (word on the street is we passed Nicolas Cage’s house) and gawking at properties. Made a lot of Below Deck references. Saw a few Harris/Walz signs and said a silent prayer those people don’t get hate crimed.

Back to the house to freshen up before happy hour and then dinner.

Happy hour at a stunning restaurant on the coast in Laguna Beach. Passed the OC offices for The Oppenheim Group and Altman Brothers lol. Spicy margs, appetizers, and a story about how IO’s neighbor’s wife who is not a US citizen was given a driver’s license and voter registration despite having no proof of citizenship. Say, why is your Republican neighbor married to someone not from this country? Isn’t she taking a job from an American? Her daughter-in-law called her out and said “none of that happened” as I tried not to choke on my ahi poke.

Off to dinner at a really nice steakhouse. We ordered two bottles of wine and IO tried to send back the one she ordered as the rest of us tried not to die of embarrassment. They know her by name there and I can’t tell if that’s good or bad. We were by far the loudest table.

Then we ditched IO and her husband and went to a bar where the girls proceeded to drink double Crown and Cokes. Fucking dumbasses, all of us! Things get a little blurry once we got back to the house 😬

So far today has been OK once we finished our staff meeting. Our controller is hungover as hell and we’re debating what to do for the rest of the day. Everyone is moving a little slower lol. IO has said some insane shit and I wish I had written it all down.

At the airport headed for Newport Beach for our “work retreat” at Insane Owner’s beach house. Obviously I will report back.

[daaydreamy]

crineee ok idk how much i’ve told u about my grandma other than the one time she almost got arrested over a hotel room, but she has brain damage from a work accident that happened when i was really little and she’s also a raging drug addict and those two things do NAWT mix very well. and she lives with my great uncle who is also a raging drug addict which is also not a good mix. but she had been living in georgia with my aunt (also a drug addict and also not a good mix🧍‍♀️) and cousin for the last several months bc she hates the winter in pennsylvania and wants to move back down there permanently (which is where she was when she almost got arrested), but she just recently came back so she can start selling things from her house and then eventually sell her house so she can officially move to georgia. so yesterday me, my mom, and my great aunt went to her house to clear some things out for her and take care of her lawn and stuff. now mind u my mama has not seen my grandma in almost a year bc last time she saw her was when my great uncle was high and driving!!! and wrecked my grandmas car so my mom had to go get my also high grandma and take her to the ER and it turned into a huuuuuge fight and my mom didn’t talk to her for 2 months and didn’t see her until yesterday. BUT ANYWAY. in the middle of cleaning stuff my grandma (who was high and doesn’t have a license and isn’t supposed to be driving bc she also crashed the second car they had and was high then too) decided she needed to go to the “dollar store” and took my great uncles car and left. but by dollar store she rly meant drug dealer 😋 and after 40 minutes and 2 drives around the whole town looking for her we found her sitting in the car in the parking lot of a tobacco store high out of her mind and when my great aunt made her get out of the drivers seat so she could drive the car home my grandma got mad and said she’d walk home and it’s literally like right down the street from her house so my aunt was just like “girl walk then bye” but then my grandma came back to the car and started gagging and dry heaving and choking and we were all fully convinced she was about to OD right in front of us in this parking lot but she got it together and we got her in the car and took her back home and got her settled on the couch where she passed out and we went home (my great uncle was there obviously so she wasn’t alone) and that’s all 😐 so period literally thought i was gonna witness my own grandma OD right in front of me 😋 and she had the audacity to call my mama this morning and have an attitude 🤨

girl your family is cray cray 😭😭😭😭 THAT WAS A RIDE 😭 “girl walk then bye” LMFAOOOO but then what happened after.. 😟 i’m so sorry that happened but girl why’d she have an attitude this morning… a tad rude 🙄

[letarasstuff]

Unbreakable Bond

(A/N): This is based on this post and this tiktok

Summary: A big age gap between Aaron's children doesn't have to mean that they are unable to form a strong bond

Warnings: Mentions of Haley's death and failed relationships

Wordcount: 1.8k

✨Masterlist✨

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His life took turns Aaron never expected. It’s not the “Oh, mh, well that was unexpected”-type of turns, I talk about the “God played Cards Against Humanity with angels and decided to make it happen for someone”-type. But looking back he would not want to change a thing.

After Haley and Beth he was convinced that God, the Universe, something out there shared the opinion that romantic love isn’t the right thing for him and Aaron accepted that fact. Even more when he and Jack went into witness protection. I mean, when you are worried about the life of your family being in danger because of a stalker, you don’t think about the beautiful neighbor, who lives next door, right? Right?

Well, without going into too much detail, Hotch did think about her and she about him and vice versa. Everything went good until Aaron received the message that the team found the stalker and that it was safe to come back. He decided to come clean to his girlfriend. They talked about the possibility of moving back to Quantico.

In the end they decided in favor of the move, the final argument was the surprising announcement of her being pregnant. Hotch wants to raise their youngest where his and Jack’s roots are located. But he decides against taking a position at the BAU, instead taking a desk job in order to be more at home. He also has the opportunity to work from home after little (Y/N) was born and continues to do so until she is old enough to go to Kindergarten. Even then he takes two days the week where he stays home. Aaron learned from his decisions and mistakes he made in the past and wants to live up to them and be a better father and husband than before.

And Hotch keeps it to this day, six years later. It’s (Y/N)’s first day of school, while Jack just graduated high school and goes off to college in a few weeks. Even though they have an age gap from twelve and a half years, their parents are sure there are no other siblings with such a strong bond.

Ever since his baby sister’s birth Jack is her biggest supporter, protector and friend. Her first word was his name, though it was more of a “ACK!”, but that’s the best nickname he ever got. As soon as (Y/N) was old enough to comprehend the concept of movies, he introduced her to Star Wars. Since then lightsaber wars out of cardboard pipes are not uncommon. Last Halloween they even dressed up as Chewbakka and Han Solo. You get three guesses on who was who.

“JACK!” (Y/N) runs into her big brother’s room with an excited expression on her face. “Daddy promised to buy me a real lightsaber after I read ten books! With lights and sounds and all! Isn’t that cool?” Jack smiles. Aaron did a similar thing with him. For a certain amount of books he got a reward they discussed beforehand. This way he felt motivated to read and improved writing and reading skills.

“This is awesome. I think that means we have to go book shopping together, what do you think?” (Y/N) is not only the cool kid that has an older brother, she is also the cool kid, whose older brother has a drivers license, a car and a part time job. She nods with big eyes, speechless, because the offer sounds like heaven to her. Getting books and one on one time with Jack after he was really busy with school for weeks? This has to be heaven.

“Ok, then you put your outside clothes on and I’ll tell Dad about our plan.” At that the little girl rushes to her room, not wanting to waste any more time. Jack makes his way down to the kitchen, where Aaron wipes the table from lunch down.

“Dad, I take (Y/N) to this bookstore in DC and we’ll probably go eat ice cream after that. Is that alright?” Hotch looks up at his son. It still feels like yesterday as he told Haley that Gideon is a big no as a baby name. Now he is all grown up and just a few weeks away from the next big chapter in his life.

“Of course, just let me get my wall-” Jack cuts him off. “No need, I want to use this as a kind of goodbye thing. At least until Thanksgiving.” Aaron knows what he means. It’s his last day before he goes off to college and just a couple more until the first classes begin. The family still hasn’t told their youngest exactly what’s going on. Else she would refuse to go to school and go on with her day, insisting on using all the time they have until Jack drives off.

Two hours later the siblings leave the bookstore, both of them having a bag in their hands. Of course Jack's heavier, but both he and the cashier assured (Y/N) that they lift the same amount of weight.

“Uncle Spence will be excited when I tell him that I read Harry Potter, he told me so many good things about it”, the girl gushes. Jack nods, indicating that he is listening. Of course they also picked books that are not that advanced. Still, no sister of his shall grow up without knowing the beauty of the wizarding world. Also, secretly he is hoping for her to turn out as nerdy as he is so they get more things to talk about. His next step is superheroes, especially the Marvel ones.

They converse until they get to an ice cream parlor and order both their usuals. “Do you think you are ready for me to tell you something important?” The older one asks after they sit down at a table. (Y/N) nods, confusion taking over her face.

“Uhm, you know how I graduated from high school? I’m done with school, but I want to get a degree, but for that I have to go to college. It’s pretty far away so I can’t come home for a few months. But I’m back home when Thanksgiving is and also for Christmas.” It doesn’t matter what Jack says, a sad frown has formed on the little one’s face. “Oh. And after Christmas, will you leave again?” He nods and explains when he is off from college and when not.

“We can always skype and write letters. How does that sound? And when you get your first phone, we can even text.” That (Y/N) lights up a bit. For her first year of school she got a stationary set and is eager to use it to this day.

“I’m going to miss you so much”, she says hugging her big brother. Jack pats her back. “I’ll miss you, too.”

The goodbye the next day is a heartfelt matter. Everybody cries, especially (Y/N). She can’t fathom a scenario where her brother isn’t there for her all the time.

The following weeks are also hard for the family. The youngest refuses to sleep alone for the first three days after Jack’s leave. She is more closed off and mainly just does her school work or reads the books he bought for her. By the time Thanksgiving is only away for another two weeks, (Y/N) has read through all of them at least two times.

Her father already ordered the lightsaber he promised her. Unfortunately shipping takes several months, so the little girl still has to wait patiently for her reward to arrive. In the meantime she works on getting the next and she is already pretty close to the comic book collection she wants.

“Sweetheart, can you set the table, please? Your Mom will be here soon from grocery shopping and she will need help getting them from the car into the house”, Hotch calls for his daughter while stirring in a pot.

The little girl nods, putting her stationary set and pens aside to do as her father asked. She is in the middle of answering her brother’s last letter, telling him that she is now the one that usually has to read aloud for the class because of her advanced skill for a first grader.

Just as she sets the last piece of silverware down the doorbell rings. “Sweetie, can you please open it? This should be your mother.” Happily (Y/N) runs up and turns the door knob. Over the last few months she hit a small growing spurt and is finally tall enough to reach it without standing on her tippy toes.

“Mo-” She nearly chokes on her own saliva. The one at the door is definitely not her mother. “JACK!” (Y/N) runs up to him and jumps onto his leg. “Hey Princess. I thought now that you read your books, we need to hold the most amazing lightsaber fight in history.” With a mischievous smile he pulls two from his back, giving one to his baby sister.

It is the most epic fight in history between an elementary schooler and a college boy. They can only be stopped by their parents announcing that it is a tie between both of them and that they have to sit down, else the food gets cold.

The following weeks mostly consist of (Y/N)’s joyous laughs and cuddling with her big brother. She even insists on him sleeping with her in her much smaller bed. On his last night before going back to college, the little girl turns to him in the middle of watching her favorite movie in the living room.

“Do you promise not to forget me when you are away? Because I alway think about you and tell my friends so much about you. I told them you are a hero, my hero, just like Daddy. They wanna meet you because of that.” Jack has to hold back tears at her statement.

“I also think of you so much. All of my friends at college are pretty jealous of me having such a sweet baby sister. Maybe one time you can visit me and I can introduce you to them.” The thought of that makes (Y/N) smile and is a little consolation to the thought of her brother leaving again.

Aaron watches the interaction going down, happy to see the strong bond between his children, despite their age gap. This is nothing like he and Sean were and that is a relief for him and the worries he had in the beginning. It is a sign that he did do some things right as a father.

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(ao3)

The day starts out pretty unremarkable. Dean wakes up at the crack of dawn to Cas slipping out of bed for his morning jog. He pulls him down for a good-morning kiss that turns into a make-out session that turns into them trading lazy handjobs and then falling asleep in each other’s arms again. 

Their actual start to the day is around ten AM, when Cas finally gets up for his jog and Dean gets up for his cereal and a scroll through the morning news. He’s on the look for hunts, mostly out of habit since there’s been very little monster activity since Chuck went and fucked off for good. He doesn’t find anything this morning but that’s hardly a surprise. It’s been a couple of weeks since they’ve been out on a hunt and that inactivity, weirdly enough, is starting to bother him less and less. 

Cas comes back from his jog about an hour before noon and with the mildest of prodding convinces Dean to join him in the shower. Afterwards, they throw together a lunch made from yesterday’s leftovers, taking their time eating and playing footsie under the table, because that’s apparently the kind of couple they are.

Usually by this time of day, Cas would be off in the Men of Letters’ library working on translations or cataloging and Dean would be on the phone helping Garth help out young, out-of-their depth hunters or in the garage, working on one of the beautiful but sadly neglected vehicles left behind there decades ago. 

Today, both of them are seemingly feeling kind of lazy and so hardly any work gets done. It’s not until late in the afternoon that Dean feels the urge to do something productive and suggests they go out for groceries, which Cas readily agrees to. 

The ride into town is quiet. Cas plays his mixtape - the damn thing should be worn out by now and Dean should  long since be sick of it but for reasons too sappy to mention he isn’t - and they sit and listen in comfortable silence. It’s not until they pass the town hall on their way to the supermarket that Cas gets a contemplative look on his face.

“Should we get married?”

Only years of experience behind the wheel prevent Dean’s hands from twitching wildly and veering them into oncoming traffic.

“What.”

Cas looks over, frowning. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while. Is there any reason for us not to get married? We’re already planning on staying together for the rest of our lives.”

“Is there any reason-” Dean wheezes. “What the fuck, Cas? Is this your idea of a proposal?”

“Are you saying no?” Cas asks, mildly curious, as if they’re talking about the fucking weather and not getting married. “Because we don’t have to.”

Dean stares ahead, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. “Are you actually asking?”

“I suppose I am.”

“You ‘suppose’,” Dean mocks. “Gee, Cas, that’s real romantic.”

“Will you marry me?”

Dean pulls over. It’s far too sudden, probably leaving tire tracks in the concrete, and the driver behind them honks his horn loudly as he passes. Dean ignores him, taking a deep breath as he finally turns to face Cas. 

“Are you sure?”

He doesn’t really have to ask - Cas wouldn’t have brought it up if he wasn’t sure - but he needs to hear it. 

Thankfully, Cas seems to get that. “I want to marry you, Dean. Do you want to marry me?”

“Son of a bitch,” Dean breathes. “I mean - yes. Yeah, I do.”

Cas nods decisively. “Alright then. Now?”

“Now?”

It’s not exactly how Dean imagined this scenario would go (not that he - shut up) but it’s somehow the most romantic fucking thing that’s ever happened to him since Cas first told him he loved him. And hey, this time no one had to die!

They turn around, since there’s no point in going in without (forged) birth certificates. Once they get to the town hall, shortly before closing, they find out that it’s a three-day mandatory waiting period between applying for a marriage license and them actually being allowed to get married.

Cas suggests they use the interim time to pick up wedding rings. They wind up spending the next day driving to Topeka, where they find a couple of silver rings in a pawn shop. They’re tarnished but otherwise in good condition and once they get home, Dean spends the rest of the evening cleaning them while trying very hard not to think about just what they’re for.

The second day, Cas spends out back tending to his garden while Dean almost dials Sam’s number repeatedly before hanging up, torn between wanting to let his brother know that he’s getting married and not wanting to jinx it.

The third day, they head back into town. They arrive at the town hall just after it opens and it’s not until they’re standing in front of the clerk that Dean realizes they don’t have any witnesses. The clerk assures him that they don’t need one for civil ceremonies and the next ten minutes pass in a blur until Dean is being prompted to place the ring on Cas’ finger.

He does so with shaking hands, stilled only once Cas places one of his own on top and gives Dean a patient smile. He’s this calm for a reason, Dean finally realizes.

This doesn’t change anything.

Married or not, they’ve already promised themselves to each other for the rest of their lives. Til death do them part doesn’t even begin to describe it, and in sickness and in health is almost laughable at this point.

This really doesn’t change anything.

Dean’s own hand is still as Cas takes his turn, sliding the silver ring upon Dean’s finger. They say their “I do”s when prompted by the clerk, exchange a short, firm kiss, and just like that it’s over.

They’re married. 

*

When Jody invites them to dinner about a week later, they still haven’t told anyone. Sam and Eileen will be there as well as Jack and the girls - it’s a regular family reunion and the perfect chance to announce the big news to everyone.

Dean has a better idea.

“Let’s not tell anyone,” he says. “At least, not before dessert. Let’s see if they notice first.”

They’re in the Impala, about half an hour away from Jody’s place. 

Cas shoots him an amused look. “Is this because Sam claimed he always knew we’d get together when we first told him we were involved?”

“No,” Dean lies. He drums his fingers on the steering wheel, seeing Cas still giving him that look from the corner of his eye. “Fine, yes. But he didn’t know, for the record. He just likes to pretend he’s always on top of this shit.”

“He doesn’t like to admit when you’ve surprised him,” Cas agrees.

The conversation ends there but Dean’s plan is apparently agreed upon since once they arrive at Jody’s, Cas doesn’t say a word about their recent relationship upgrade. Jody doesn’t seem to notice anything different, but then Dean didn’t expect her to. She’s not the one they spend most of their time around. Neither do Donna, Alex, Claire or Kaia, none of them surprises. Patience, Dean is less sure about, but she at least doesn’t say anything. Her eyes do linger unusually long but that could mean anything.

Damn psychics.

Sam and Eileen arrive half an hour after Dean and Cas, Jack in tow. This is the real test; Sam and Dean may not spend as much time together in the past few months as they did in the years before but he’s still the person who knows Dean best and would be the most likely to notice a difference.

And yet, nothing.

Dean tries not to feel too smug.

They go through dinner without anyone mentioning it. Dean makes a point of reaching across the table as many times as he can, showing off the ring glinting on his finger. Cas must notice him doing it, judging by the fond exasperation on his face, but he’s the only one.

It isn’t until dessert that Patience breaks, patience (hah) clearly run out:

“Is no one going to mention that Dean and Castiel are wearing wedding rings?”

And all hell breaks loose.

Sam is wounded - mostly over Dean and Cas not telling him before they got married, though Dean can tell some part of it is his pride at not seeing this coming - but he’s over it soon enough, once they explain that it wasn’t a big deal, not some proper ceremony, just a quick affirmation of what they already knew.

“See if I make you Best Man at my wedding after this, jerk,” Sam tells Dean.

“Your wedding?” Eileen asks pointedly. 

Jody and Donna offer their congratulations before the conversation can get awkward, and Kaia, Alex, and Patience chime in with theirs as well. Jack looks confused at the whole proceeding, finally asking whether this means there won’t be any bouquet to catch, which only means Dean has gravely failed him in his pop culture education (oh, who’s he kidding, as if half the romcoms Jack has watched didn’t come directly from the recommended tab on Dean’s Netflix account). 

Finally, with a pointed elbow from Kaia and a hangdog expression from Cas, Claire mumbles that she’s happy for them. While Dean doesn’t doubt that’s true he also knows that this is more complicated for her than the rest of them, and for the first time he kind of feels guilty about springing this news on everyone. 

It doesn’t last long, not after Donna cheerfully raises her glass and proposes a toast to the happy couple and everyone else follows suit. They chant for them to kiss and, blushing outrageously, Dean complies, leaning over to press a quick kiss against Cas’ lips. 

“So, who proposed?” Sam asks once the hooting and hollering has calmed.

“Cas did,” Dean says, slinging an arm around his husband’s - his husband’s - shoulders. “And it was the least romantic proposal of all time, you should’ve heard him.”

Cas rolls his eyes. “If I had left it up to you, we never would have gotten married.”

“He didn’t even give me time to pick out flowers,” Dean informs Sam gravely. 

“There’s always the vow renewal,” Cas says, the casual statement managing to sound like a threat, and Dean shuts up. 

The conversation moves on, the mood noticeably cheerier. As Jack and Sam launch into a story of their most recent hunt, Dean leans against Cas.

“We could have flowers, if you want,” he mutters. 

Cas smiles at him, so bright and easy that it makes Dean’s heart stutter. He takes Dean’s hand, rubbing his thumb over the cool silver of Dean’s ring.

“That’s not necessary,” he says. “I’ve got everything I want right here.”

[petersnya]

SOMETIMES

PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

---NOT MY PHOTO/GIF---

PART ONE

Prompt/Summary: “...some people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes…” /// Peter Parker meets the love of his life. But is he the love of hers? Having a bad past always affects the future.

Warnings: ANGST, FLUFF, SMUT(light smut towards the end xxx tehe) ECT. 

Word count: 3026

[A/N]Wattupp! So I have been busy with volleyball lately but I finally have the time to write! I got this idea while I was in class and it seemed like it would be perfect lol. I love Marvel so much like I grew up reading the comics so I’m excited to write this ( I'm in love with Peter Parker/Tom Holland too ). I'm thinking this should be a series??? Idk. Let me know what you think! ENJOY AND SHARE WITH YOUR FRIENDS!! Explicit content ahead…(this was also inspired by a song I love called moral of the story. tehe I love Niall Horan bruh) 

-J.T.S xxx

“Sup Parker, ” a tall, curly-haired girl rushed through the front door of Peter Parker's apartment. “Aunt May here?” the girl questioned the brown-eyed boy who was frantically following the girl with his eyes from his seated position on the couch. 

“No, uh, she's not. She's at work actually- wait what are you doing here MJ?” Peter questioned the girl, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. He stood from the couch, approaching the kitchen counter that MJ was standing behind, putting whatever she had run into the house with in the kitchen drawer. 

“Uh, just… Hangin’ out, ” MJ explained, shrugging her shoulder as she hopped onto the counter facing Peter, swinging her legs with an innocent look on her face. 

“Yeah sure, I'm not gonna believe tha -” 

“MJ! The hell is wrong with you! Give them back you oversized giraffe!” a loud banging on the door caught MJ and Peter’s attention making them turn their heads towards it. MJ, not looking shocked at all, but Peter having a tariffed look on his face. 

“We’re the same height dumbass!” MJ shouted back to the girl on the other side of the door with a smirk on her face. Peter was confused by the situation. Turning his head back at MJ, who was silently snickering, he questioned, “Who the hell is that?”, the tan girl, who was now standing next to him, made her way to open the door. 

“MJ gets the fuck out here and give me my-” the mystery girl on the other side of the door was cut off by the door opening in her face. She stood there in shock, looking past MJ at the curly-haired boy standing next to her. Peter looked away from MJ then at the girl who was standing in the doorway. He couldn’t help but stare at her, taking in the beautiful sight in front of him. Peter was taken aback when suddenly, her lips curled into a wide smile. She pointed her finger at MJ, the at Peter, and back again. Peter had no idea what was going on until MJ’s smirk that she had faded off of her face.

“No. No, no, no, ” she said grabbing the girl's hand and pushing it down to her side. 

“And who is this MJ?” she said slyly. 

“This is…” MJ paused, glancing back at Peter then back to the girl at the door. “Penis Parker.” she then said with a slight chuckle. 

“Hey! Wha- no! That’s not my name! MJ I swear to-“ 

“Your mom named you penis?” She said, raising an eyebrow in confusion. MJ laughed walking out of the door and next to the girl. “And this is my cousin, Y/N.” 

“Sup man,” Y/N said to Peter with a big goofy grin on her face. 

“Alright we’ll be leaving now,” MJ said grabbing her cousin’s hand, dragging her away from the door. 

“Penis is kinda hot cuz. How have you not fu-“ 

“We’re leaving!” MJ shouted over Y/N, dragging her out of the way to where Peter couldn’t see them anymore, but just in Peter’s favor, he heard everything.

\\\

The next day, Peter was walking out of school with MJ and his best friend, Ned. 

“So MJ, I heard you have a cousin. Y/N…” Ned said, leaning forward, looking across Peter to see MJ who was walking on the other side of him. Peter hit Ned on the shoulder with his, silently telling him to stop talking about it. MJ chuckle. 

“Well uh, I gotta go. See you guys later! Good luck Pete.” Ned said with a wink as he walked towards the bus.

“Wait, Ned! We ride the bus- together… whatever.”

MJ and Peter walked down the stairs talking about all their classes, the teachers they hated, and other things. As they made their way to the sidewalk they heard someone yelling at them, causing both of them to turn their heads towards the loud voice. 

“Ah. I forgot, Y/N’s picking me up today.” 

“Y/N? Oh…” Peter said, trying to hide the blush on his face. Every time he thought about her, he couldn’t help but re-play the words she said yesterday: ...he’s kinda hot… Peters has never had that sort of attention given to him by a girl especially one that looked like Y/N. To him, she was an angel. But Peter, being the typical person he was, wouldn’t even think about approaching her- being afraid of rejection. 

“How old is she?” Peter asked curiously, the thought lingering in his mind. 

“Our age. She’s home-schooled.” the tall her said, stuffing her hands in the side pockets of her jacket. Peter looked at her curiously, if she’s home-schooled then why is she with MJ all the time now? 

“Her uh, her dad just recently passed, due to health difficulties, so she and her mom moved down here to get a new start. While her mom is trying to get their new house and a stable job down in Queens she will be staying with me for about… a year I think. I, of course, let her stay with me. She’s my favorite cousin and I don’t want her to be alone during this ruff time.” she explained, practically reading Peter’s expression. He nodded in response, his eyes glued to his feet.

“MJ! MJ come on! Harry Potter re-run of the first two movies start in T-minus 10 minutes and I have to go pick up my new sweatshirt!” Y/N yelled from her car while honking the horn. The upper half of her body sticking out of the driver’s window while her forearms supported her on the roof of her car.

“Annnddd, she kinda a nerd, but she considers herself just ‘well educated’.” Peter chuckled as he looked at Y/N. Once they got to the car, MJ threw her backpack in the passenger window. Y/N slide back into her window, shoving the bag in the back. MJ then opened the car door and hopped in, clicking her seat belt. She waved bye to Peter.

“Bye Peter Parker.”

“Later MJ.”

“Oooh, so his name isn’t penis… I knew it! Peter, it’s cute. Sup Parker!” 

Peter started to blush but it was hard to see from his face already red from the heat of the sun. He smiled and waved to her, noticing how her Y/E/C eyes glistened in the sun.

“H-hey, Y/N.” He said toying with the strap of his bag, his curls in his face. 

“Heyyy! You should come watch the Harry Potter movies three and four with me and MJ Friday! You can even bring that one guy you guys are always talking to.” She said leaning on the steering wheel, looking at Peter through her long, mascara coated eyelashes.

“Sure I’d love to come… wait- do you have your driver's license?” the question lingered in Peter’s mind.

“Nope!” Y/N yelled as she sped away, the tires of the car screeching on the road. Peter could still hear their loud laughter of the two cousins as they drove away.

That night while Peter was patrolling as Spider-Man, he stopped and landed on the building next to MJ’s place. There was a window that was the only lit room. He thought it was MJ so he was going to go up and scare her, but once he got closer, he could see that it was Y/N. His heartbeat quickened as he watched her walk over to her bed, putting her hair in a ponytail. She was wearing an oversized black T-shirt. As she was putting her hair up, she stretched her arms causing her shirt to reveal her very small underwear. Peter could feel his suit beginning to get uncomfortable at the view in front of him.

Quickly, Peter swung away from the building making his way home before Y/N or anyone could see him.

He crawled back into his window making sure to stay quiet so that Aunt May wouldn’t hear. Once he had his suit off, he showed and got into bed. Peter couldn’t sleep that night. He couldn’t help but think about Y/N. She was tattooed in his brain and, of course, tattoos don’t go away. 

///

The days went by slow, well, they went slow to Peter. He was overly excited to go to MJ’s place and watch a movie with Y/N. That was the only person on his mind, her. But those slow days soon went by and it was Friday afternoon. Peter was so anxious he practically ran home to put his school stuff away and then ran to MJ’s. 

He approached the door to her place and knocked on the door with his fist. Peter whipped his sweaty palms on his flannel, waiting for the door to open. 

“What up Pete! MJ said you would be here around this time. Come on in man.” Y/N said as she flung open the door with a soft smile on her face. Peter couldn’t get enough of her energetic personality. He followed Y/N, closing the door behind him. The brown-eyed boy couldn’t help but admire her as she walked in front of him. Her outfit consists of high-waisted but loose jeans, a plain black tube top with a very large flannel that was left unbuttoned. 

“Uh, Michelle and your other friend… Ned! That’s his name, I can never remember,” she chuckled nervously, “they uh- went to the store to go get snacks and food so they should be back in a little while. I’m gonna go get some blankets and stuff from my room for the movies, there pretty long so I wanna be comfortable. Wanna help?” Y/N said as she started to walk towards her room, looking over her shoulder to see if Peter was following.

“Oh, yeah, sure I’ll help you,” he said, slowly trailing behind her. As they went into her room she started to grab blankets and pillows, tossing them by the door. Peter couldn’t help but admire her well-decorated room, it fits her personality so well, he thought to himself. He walked over to her tall nightstand and saw a pair of glasses sitting on them. For some reason, they intrigued him. 

“Do you mind?” he asked. “Nah, not at all,” Y/N replied not looking up from the pile of blankets in the corner, waving her hand in a ‘go ahead’ motion. Peter shrugged and turned his attention back to the glasses. They were small and black, they didn’t look like they would fit her face. He picked them up, examining them curiously. Y/N looked over at Peter, immediately dropping everything in her hands and rushing over to him. She snatched the glasses out of his hand and put them in her drawer. Peter was taken aback by this sudden action, raising his hands in a surrendering motion. 

“Don’t touch those,” Y/N said harshly. She looked at Peter’s face that was plastered with an apologetic look. “I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. My… my dad gave me those,” she explained. Peter mumbled an ‘it’s ok’ under his breath. 

She walked over to the edge of her bed, scooting over to give Peter room to sit down. He took the hint and went to sit next to her. Y/N sat there, her leg bouncing as she tried to take steady breathes to calm herself down, fiddling with the many rings on her fingers. 

“Hey, you ok Y/N?” Peter asked, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. She looked up at him with glossed-over eyes. She let out a shaky breath and nodded. Licking her lips, she began to explain. 

“Well uh, m-my dad, he uh… he passed away about two weeks ago. When I was younger we used to always read together and I would have trouble saying some of the words. My mom thought it was just cause I couldn’t read properly yet but my dad always said ‘my little girl is the smarts little girl I know… she’s just as blind as a bat, like her father,’ Y/N paused, sniffing while wiping the tear that rolled down her cheek before continuing, “He bought me those glasses after the eye doctor told me my vision was terrible. The day before he passed away, he took the glasses off that he had and handed them to me. I tried to stop him and tell him that I had some, but all he did was look at my mom and then back at me and said, ‘she’s just as blind as a bat, like her father.’” the last part came out in a whisper. 

Reaching over to her bedside table, Y/N grabbed a pair of circular glasses that looked like they were from the Harry Potter movie. “My dad loved Harry Potter, I never wear them though cause I-I’m just...scared. I don’t know why though. It’s just silly.” she said with a slight smile. “MJ took my contacts from me just a few days ago to get me to wear them and I still haven’t gotten them back.” so that’s why she came over that day, Peter wondered. 

Peter was about to say something but MJ and Ned came into the apartment, yelling that they were back with the snacks and food. 

“T-minus 10 minutes Y/N,” MJ yelled from the kitchen.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a second,” Y/N shouted back to her, “you should go ahead.”

Peter got up to leave the room, but before he did he turned to say something,  “I think that your dad would want you to wear them, Y/N. Trust me,” he said with a soft smile that caused Y/N to smile back at him.

///

“Dude, where’s Y/N? She’s never late for an H.P movie,” MJ questioned. Peter and Ned looked at each other shrugging before looking back at her. Only two minutes later, Y/N came walking out of her room, they all turned their heads to look. 

“Ok, I’m ready for the movie,” she said with a big goofy smile on her face. Peter and MJ looked at her in shock. Ned had no idea what was going on and just sat and ate popcorn. Y/N had on some shorts and a Slytherin sweatshirt, but that wasn’t the shocking part. She was wearing her dad’s glasses. 

“What? Do you guys not like my sweatshirt?” 

“I think it’s great,” Ned said giving her a thumbs up. 

“Thanks, Ned, glad to see someone appreciates it,” Y/N said sarcastically. MJ and Peter looked at each other. Peter was about to say something but MJ put a finger up signaling for him not to. Y/N sat between MJ and Peter on the couch, grabbing a bag of chips while adjusting the glasses on her face. She looked over at Peter mouthing the word ‘thank you’  causing Peter to blush but hid it quickly.

About thirty minutes into the movie, Y/N got comfortable and snuggled her head into MJ’s shoulder while MJ laid her head onto of Y/N’s. Y/N had her exposed long, smooth legs draped over Peter’s thighs. This sent Peters mind wondering: 

As she slowly straddled my lap, I placed my hands on her thighs, keeping her steady. My large hands squeezed at her exposed skin. I ran them to her ass, repeating the motion causing her to jerk, rubbing her core against jeans, making her moan quietly in my ear. Her arms hugged around my neck. She moved her head to where her lips were perfectly leveld with mine. She connected her lips with mine in a soft kiss, but I wanted more. I needed more. I ran my tongue over her bottom lips, squeezing her ass in my hand once again. Her lips were parted slightly, giving me access to slip my tongue into her mouth. She surprised me with her next move. She wrapped her lips around my tongue then released it with a slight smacking noise. This made me harder than I was before- if that was even possible. We sat there for a second, staring into each other’s eyes, noticing how they were filled with lust. Before I could even think my actions through, I removed my hand from her ass, grabbing her jaw and pulling her facing into mine, catching her lips and lustful but passionate kiss. My tongue almost immediately won the dominance against hers. I flipped us so that I was on top and started to trail kisses down her exposed stomach. Her thighs wrapped around my head as her back arched off of the bed. I put my hands on her lower back. I started to tease her soaked-

“I don’t see how you like Draco Malfoy?” Ned’s voice snapped Peter out of his daydream, turning his head over to Ned who was munching on a handful of popcorn.  

“What!” MJ and Y/N screamed. Ned and Peter both turned their heads to them, wondering why they seemed so upset. “What do you mean why do we like Draco Malfoy,” MJ said.

“What type of question is that?” Y/N said, finishing her sentence. This caused MJ and Y/N to go into a whole ordeal on why Draco is their favorite character. All Peter could do was watch the way her pink lips moved as she explained. 

This helped Peter calm down from his daydream and stoping his hard-on to be seen. Thank God…

///

That night, Peter laid awake in his bed, thinking about how Y/N looked in his fantasy. He wished that it was really like so so badly. He couldn’t help to feel this attraction towards her, from the first time he saw her. It wasn’t just her good looks, even though to Peter she was stunning, it was her style, her personality, the way her eyes squinted and her cheekbones rose when she laughed. The way she would ramble about anything and everything. His last thought before he drifted into sleep rang in his brain,

Does she feel the same? 

[A/N] Hey bestie :))) hope you liked this chapter! Thank you for the support and make sure to send me ideas for imagines you guys want! IM GONNA TRY TO UPLOAD EVERY DAY OR EVERY OTHER DAY AT 5:30/6:30 PM. 

 DISCLAIMER!!! THE NEXT CHAPTER IS FULL OF SMUT.. are you ready?

-J.T.S xxx

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Drivers License

A/N: a song fic based off of the legendary song “Drivers License” that I bet we all know is by the one and only Olivia Rodrigo, this is an Isabela x fem!reader. I was crying and listening to drivers license on repeat while writing this. (Also bold are lyrics, Italics are memories) also just a quick disclaimer, I kinda skipped some parts of the song and moved it around a stuff. Also, this is set in an AU where there is a need to drive in Encanto I guess, thanks!

thanks!

Summary: Isabela and reader were in love, but Abuela didn’t approve so they had to date in secret, but when she was arranged with Mariano so they had to have a messy break up

Warnings: none, just heavy heavy angst

I got my drivers license last week, just like we always talked about

“Great job (Y/N)! You’re doing so well! You’ll get your driver’s license in no time!” Isabela told her girlfriend who was sat next to her in the black car. And she was right, she had gotten it a week after they broke up, but to her it felt like only a few days ago.

‘Cause you were so excited for me, to finally drive up to your house, but today I drove past the suburbs crying ‘cause you weren’t around

She remembered their messy breakup like it was just yesterday, and to her it felt like it was.

“You don’t understand! I have to be perfect for my family, and they don’t think you’re good enough for me!” Isabela told (Y/N), ignoring the tears that were falling from (Y/N)’s face. “But aren’t we worth more than an arranged marriage you aren’t even happy with?” (Y/N) tried to say through her tears. “It doesn’t matter what I want or if I’m happy or not in this relationship, it’s all about what my Abuela wants!” Isabela said, clearly not happy about this but still too blinded by her own need to be perfect to think about what she really wanted. “Just leave before my Abuela finds you, she had made it very clear she doesn’t like you,” Isabela said, (Y/N) turned around before spinning back around, “Goodbye Isabela Madrigal, but just know that to me, you were always perfect,” she said before walking away.

And you’re probably with that blonde girl, who always made me doubt, she’s everything I’m insecure about

(Y/N) still lived in the place of Encanto, so avoiding to famous family was almost impossible, but the thing that broke her the most was the fact that she always saw Isabela and her new husband Mariono, although she was a girl and he was a guy, she was still really insecure about him, his slick black hair made her (Y/H/C) look bad and his whole personality always made (Y/N) doubt herself.

“Hey Isa, will you ever leave me for Mariono?” (Y/N) would ask at a random time of the day, “No of course not, you mean everything to me.” Isabela would whisper in her ear, but now she realised that it was all a lie.

Yeah, today I drove past the suburbs crying ‘cause you weren’t around

(Y/N) tightened her grip on the steering wheel as she passed by a giggling Isabela with her new husband Mariono, she let a silent tear fall before trying to look away. She realised, though, that she had to just accept this, that fate didn’t want them together. She was happier with her new husband, leaving (Y/N) all alone. So that day, (Y/N) decided she would try to move on.

‘Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

A/N: Let me know if you want a part two with the song, “Happier”

[aliasimagines]

operation fools in love//luke patterson

requested by a lovely anon

word count: 3333(!!!)

a/n: i still don’t know how to write endings

The corridor was noisy with loud chatter, quietly whispered gossip and the sound of rushing students' shoes hitting against the floor. 

You hummed  'edge of great' as you started fishing out the books you need for class from your locker. It has been stuck in your head since yesterday evening when the guys played it for you and Flynn at band practice. 

You were about to close your locker when he poofed next to you. 

“Hi, y/n!”

“AAHHH” you screamed, earning a few side looks from passing by students. 

“Ahh, I accidentally kicked my locker, haha…”you started explaining yourself before turning back to your open locker. You sent a glare in Luke’s way.

“What did Julie and I say to you? Do not teleport randomly to us at school!”

He chuckled.

“Yeah, rules, rules, I don’t care. I just wanted to drop in and say hi!” he smiled at you with his signature Luke smile.

“Well, you did. That’s all? I kinda need to go to class.” you spot Julie in the corner of your eyes as you walk over to her locker. You quickly wave at her and soon after she comes over so you can talk to Luke without looking crazy. 

Luke mumbles something under his breath and goes to scratch the back of his head.

“No! Uhm..Hi Jules… So y/n I also kinda wanted to ask if you would come to our gig tonight? You know, we are playing not far from that food place you like? "

You smiled, appreciating that he remembered your favorite food place. 

"Well,erm.. I guess? I want to but I might have dance practice, so I am not sure." you say, wishing you'd know for sure but you won't find out till the end of your classes. 

Luke's lips formed an 'o' before his gaze fell down on his shoes. 

"Oh well.. I-okay. Bye?" he says in an unsure tone before disappearing, leaving you to face Julie. 

"Well, wasn't that adorable?"  she asks with a smug grin. 

"What? What are you talkin' bout Jules?" you ask honestly confused. She laughs and puts her hand on your shoulder. 

"Sweetheart, you two are just oblivious to each other!" 

"I don't… What?" 

"You like him. He likes you. It's not that confusing. Really it is obvious." 

"Shhh, quiet!" you shh-ed her, quickly making sure if Luke was 100 percent gone. "I.. I don't like him." 

It was unnecessary, you couldn't even fool yourself and especially not Julie. 

"Y/N, come on girl, I know you do. And he does like you too! I mean I am writing songs with him, do you know how many lovesick lyrics he has written lately? It is making me sick." she laughed. 

"Well, he might have written them about someone else. Maybe you? You two have amazing chemistry."

Julie sighed and grabbed both of your shoulders so she could look at you. 

"Y/N, honey. Believe me when I say he is head over heels for you. Why else would he want you to be at our gig so much?”

„Luke is literally so passionate about music? Of course he wants to share it with me, cause he wants to share it with everyone.”

„Ahg, girl you need glasses cuz you can't see shit. Look, if  prove he likes you too will you believe me?”

„Sure. I mean you can’t prove something that is not true but, sure go ahead, ’prove it’.” 

Julie rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to respond but luckily for you the bell rang.

“See you later, alligator!” and with that you were off to class, leaving Julie alone to work on her master plan. 

She knew she had to pull this off because the mutual pinning was unbearable but she also knew she couldn't do it alone. She'll need all the help she can get and that includes Flynn and the rest of her ghost band. 

You changed into your leggings and sweatshirt before heading into the gym where the dance practice took place. You were quite bumped. Don't get me wrong dancing is everything to you but.. You really did want to see the guys perform. 

You and the other kids were warming up, waiting for your teacher to start showing the choreography. But neither of you expected what she did next. Much to your surprise Reggie and Alex appeared next to her and started messing with her water bottle before you could even open your mouth.

For a moment no one acknowledged what was going on. Some were too busy chatting and warming up and Ms Janett was too busy with her phone. The two ghosts seemed to have noticed that and after exchanging a knowing smirk they grabbed the phone out of your teachers hands. She perked up, a mixture of anger and confusion on her face. And then… she saw her own phone floating in tin air.

“Stop!!” you whisper shouted  in the boys direction but they only gave you a smirk before Reggie started searching for the music player application. Alex pointed over Reggie’s shoulder.

“Uuu, play that one.” 

And as soon as the Lady Gaga song started playing Ms Janett let out a scream causing everyone to look up. You saw the boys dancing with the phone and the pompoms in their hand (although you have no idea where Alex got those pompoms) but everyone else just saw those items moving by themselves.

“GHOOOST!!! Everybody RUUUUUUN!” 

Some people followed the teacher, some stayed behind to take a closer look only to be scared away by a flying pompom. 

“What the heck are you two doing?” you turned to them,being  rather angry,  once you were the only living person in the gym. Seriously, what were they thinking?

“We cleared your afternooon! You can come to our concert!” Reggie exclaimed and put down the phone. 

“Do you think I would go after this fiasco you just pulled??” you were definitely angry now.

“Oh come on, if not for us then for Julie..and for Luke.”

You snapped your head in Alex's direction at the mention of Luke’s name.

“What do...No. Don’t try to divert the topic. What you did was incredebly stupid! What if.. What if someone connects the dots and figures out that Julie’s hologram band is actually a ghost band? There will be scientist and ghost busters and-”

“Shh, Y/N jeez, calm down. it will be okay. We’ll see you at the show.” 

And they poofed away. They simply left  you alone with your thoughts. You need to come up with some kind of explanation for the dance class but right now you need to go home and change. The boys were right, even if they kinda (really) caused a mess here you still like them and don’t want to miss seeing them live ((Winky face)).

Meanwhile you were sorting through your dresses and outfit options. Julie and the band arrived at the venue for rehearsal.

Usually it was Luke who hyped Julie up before shows but right now the roles were switched because Luke looked like a kicked puppy ever since he learned you wouldn’t be able to make it to their gig. Of course Julie knew you will be here, as she was the one to send the boys to scare away your teacher. It was all part of her little plan.

Like mentioned Luke wrote half a dozen songs, all centered around his feelings for you. He stated to Jules that he will definitely not play them for you because there is just no way you like him back, but now Luke thinks you won’t be there so Julie is on the next step of her genius plan. Convince Luke to play one of his love songs.

“Luke, Lukey-poo, my man.” she started getting more and more cringy. “I thought we could close with Hero and Heroine? I know you said you don’t want to play it but it is such a great song, you definitely shouldn’t let it be just another forgotten song that stays on a piece of paper. Plus it is perfect for closing, think about it!”

“Julie...I-I told you I don’t wanna play it.”

“You told me you don’t wanna play it in front of Y/N, which would be the whole point of writing love songs to her but that's besides the point right now. Pleeassee?”

Luke took a deep breath and looked at his ghost mates for...What for? Support? Advice? He is not sure. He does want to play the song, pour out his emotions through the song but the question is..should he? He knows you can’t be here which both makes him wanna play the song and not at the same time.

“I agree with Julie, dude.” Alex said, shrugging his shoulder like he knew of nothing. Reggie nodded along.

“Okay..If you all think I w-”

Julie stood up and clapped her hands together.

“Cool! It is settled. I’ll need to make a phone call, brb.”

“Barbeque?” asked Reggie confused. Which made Alex laugh.

“Brb actually means be right back. Willie told me.” the blond made his way over to Luke and gently punched his shoulder. “Really Luke, that song is great. And I know you think there is no way Y/N would like you back but I am sure if she could hear it-”

“I’m a ghost, Alex! I can’t just confess to her, how are we gonna date? We can’t even touch.”

“That is totally not the reason. You are afraid she would decline your affection, I get it, but believe me I have seen her look at you. That longing in her eyes when I mention your name. She likes you.”

Luke rolled his eyes.

“Not that it matters, she won't hear the song and that is my final say in this.”

As soon as Julie stepped out of the small, cigarette smelling backroom she dialed your number. You picked up after two rings.

“Hi, Jules.”

“Hi girl, I heard what the boys did, I am so, so sorry. You know they are idiots.”she said trying real hard not to laugh but she reminded herself of her plan and pulled on her poker face.”But..Are you coming to the show? Flynn could pick you up; she is about to get going.”

“Yeah I’ll come, tell the boys I will call my teacher and say it was a prank so they can thank me for saving their ghostbutts.”

Julie giggled and started playing with her hair.She walked up and down the small corridor that led to the stage from the backroom.

“I will, I better get back and warm up but you should call Flynn so she won’t leave without you.”

Of course Flynn wouldn’t leave without you. She was waiting in her car two blocks from your home waiting for your phone car.

She didn’t have to wait long, you called her and she pretended to not expect it. Flynn kinda became your and Julie’s driver ever since she got her driver's  license last month. 

By the time the two of you got to the venue the opening was playing their last song and the place was already packed with dancing teenagers. Flynn dragged you to the bar and asked for a cola for herself and a (favourite drink) for you. 

The two of you hung back and sipped your drinks until Julie appeared on the stage. Then you took Flynn by the hand and  started pulling her toward the stage. Only she held you back. 

"Hey, what's up? Don't we wanna go and watch them from closer?" 

"Oh, well, uhm...I'd rather hang back. The crowd kind of makes me anxious right now." Flynn said. You lifted an eyebrow at her. Flynn being anxious? In a crowd?? That did not convince you. But you didn’t argue. 

"Do you need to step outside a little or…" 

"Nah, it's good, let's just stay here in the back." 

So you did. You sang and danced along to the songs you both knew so well. You tried  your best not to stare at Luke too much but let’s be honest you failed miserably. Flynn occasionally wiggled her eyebrows at you when she caught you ‘drooling over him’ as she put it.

After they finished playing Stand Tall you expected them to bow and ‘disappear’ but much to your surprise Julie grabbed the mic and brought it to her lips.

“Hello, hello, helloo! Do y’all wanna hear one more song?” the audience erupted into a loud cheer. It was so heartwarming to watch. Julie doing what she was born to do, playing music and enchanting the crowd. Flynn seemed to have the same thought because she looked at her with such pride. You pulled her into a big hug and the two of you waited for the crowd to quiet down so Jules could go on.

“Allright, allright. Now this song will be a bit different but...I will let Luke here tell it.”

You just became more and more surprised when Luke stepped closer to the mic and spoke into it, looking kinda...nervous? 

“Ohm..Hello everyone! So uh..This song is dedicated to a special someone, the songs called-”

“What’s the special someone’s name?” your eyes travelled to Reggie who asked the question with a huge grin. Luke turned to look at the bassist. If looks could kill Reggie would be double dead. But before Luke could give a voice to his disapproval towards Reggie’s question Julie spoke up.

“Yeah! What’s the name?” she turned towards the crowd and started chanting. “What’s the name?”

Soon Reggie and Alex joined with smiles painted on their faces along with the audience. You were so freaking confused. You looked at Flynn for some explanation but how would she know about it. 

“OKAY, okay, stop!” Luke yelled before laughing a little. “All right I will tell you guys but you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone?”

All of a sudden you felt sick and wanted to get out of here. You were so not in the mood to hear Luke declare his love for someone. 

“This song is dedicated to..To Y/N. Unfortunately she wouldn't be here today but..she is an amazing person. Hope you all like the song.”

He...He couldn’t be talking about you, could he?

He started strumming his guitar and soon Reggie joined in with the bass and Alex with the drums. Jullie clapped her hands together and kept sending encouraging looks for the boy.

“It's too late baby, there's no turning around, I've got my hands in my pocket and my head in a cloud, this is how I do, when I think about you,I never thought that you could break me apart,I keep a sinister smile and a hole of my heart” he sang into the mic, his voice filling in the whole club “You want to get inside, then you can to get in line but not this time”

“'Cause you caught me off guard, now I'm running and screaming!” Julie joined in for the line“I feel like a hero and you're my heroine.”

“I won't try to philosophize, I'll just take a deep breath and I'll look in your eyes, this is how I feel and it's so so real I got a closet filled up to the brim with the ghosts of my past and the skeletons, and I don't know why, you'd even try but I won't lie” Luke sang and you finally realised what was going in. He wrote this song. For you. You looked over to Flynn who nodded towards the stage and mouthed ‘go’.

I feel like a hero and you are my heroine. Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?

You started making your way towards the stage, slipped through the cracks between dancing people and singing fans. The further you got the harder it was to get through but you heard Luke’s voice and you kept going.

And I feel a weakness coming on, never felt so good to be so wrong. Had my heart on lock down and then you turned me around

And I’m feeling like a new born child..

You finally break through a few screaming girls and see him.

“-Every time I get a chance to see you smile. It’s not complicated, I’m so jaded.” Luke sings and looks at the audience and- He spots you. Looking up at him with eyes wide open and admiration on your face. His voice cracks because of the sudden surprise of your presence but you smile at him and that is all he needs to continue.

“And you caught me off guard...Now I’m running and screaming”

He sang the song with such passion that even if you weren’t before now you were absolutely sure this wasn’t just a simple crush. 

When they finished you didn’t waste a lot of time, you ran backstage, quickly waving your vip ticket.  You almost run into Julie on your way to the door of the backroom.

“Who- Y/N!”

“This was your doing, wasn’t it?” you smiled at her already knowing the answer. She flashed a toothy grin. 

“Well I had a great team behind me but yeah, Operation FiL was my idea.”

“Phil?” you ask back .

“No, no. F i L. Fools in Love. Now go get ‘im tiger!”

You shook your head and entered the backroom. Luke stood with his back facing you but as soon as he saw you in the mirror he spinned around. For a moment you forgot he was a ghost and ran to give him a hug. 

“Y/N, no-” he put his hands out so he could catch you, simply out of reflex but he didn’t expect to actually hold you in his arms. You both looked at each other with eyes as wide as a 6 lane highway. 

“How can I-”

“Do you care?”  you closed the little distance between the two of you and pressed your lips against his.  They were just as soft as you imagined oh, so many times before. He kissed back gently, afraid that this is just a dream. But this was definitely too real to be a dream. You unfortunately had to pull back to catch your breath but Luke looked leaned closer to press his forehead against yours.

“The song was so beautiful, I loved it.” you whisper. He just stared at you with a smile.

“If I knew you would kiss me, I would have played it a long time ago.” you giggled and brought your lips together for one more kiss. He let his hands wander this time but so did you. Your fingers ran through his brown hair, this being something you wanted to do for so long. He kept one hand on your waist and placed the other on the side of your face.

Your lips moved so in sync like you’ve been doing this all your lives. You were so drawn to each other, you felt like you couldn’t pull away in that moment even if you tried. Like this invisible magical force just glued the two of you to-

“Okay, that is enough! Get out I need to change!” Julie brusted in causing Luke to jump up and cling to you like Scooby Doo.

“Wow, you are so brave.''you laughed rolling your eyes at. “Come on, let’s leave alone Julie. We’ll meet ya at the car?”

 Jules nodded and sent a wink in your way. You walked outside, both of you grinning like idiots. 

“So uhm...Does this make us, Us?”

“Yeah. I mean if that’s what you want too.” you look at your shoes and bite your lower lip waiting for his answer.

“There’s nothing I want more.” he said. “Oh well..maybe another kiss wouldn’t be so bad either..”

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Hi Mrs. Z! I hope you’re doing well, lovely. I wanted to request Flip teaching his wife how to drive. I imagine how patient and doting he would be looking after her while she masters this new skill. Thanks love! ❤️

A/N: I’m sorry to say this my dear anon, but there is nothing patient about Flip Zimmerman when it comes to driving, lol! But, I hope that you enjoy this chaotic ficlet, even if it isn’t exactly what you had hoped for!

(2.3k, cw: swearing/cursing, arguing, mentions of stabbing, blood, extremely unsafe driving practices, Flip making his girlfriend cry but for only like 2 seconds I promise it’s not really angsty lol) 

If Flip had to think about your flaws, he knows he would come up with a pretty short list. There’s not much that you can’t do, especially when you put your mind to something. He has always thought this, let the record show, he thinks you are capable and strong.

He also thinks you are an absolutely fucking nightmarish driver.

Bracing himself with what he has decided can only be called the “jesus!!”-strap on the passenger side of your car, Flip tries to hang on as you tear through the roads. There’s too much happening all at once, he’s got a million things he wants to say, but as you run yet another red light, all he can manage is to shout out a panicked, “Slow down!!”

“I can’t slow down! You’re bleeding all over the fucking place!” You’re just as panicked as he is, which is a much bigger problem because you are the one currently trying to navigate rainy roads in a two-thousand-pound death machine.

It is true, yes, that he is bleeding all over the place. He may or may not have gotten stabbed in a chase that ultimately led to nothing on a big bust that one of the rookies fucked up for the squad. However, he wasn’t so sure that that meant he wasn’t fully capable of driving. He had wrapped himself in a compress of damp towels and plastic-wrap, and he had wholly intended to take the keys when you threw what could only be described as a fit at the state of him.

Which is how Flip finds himself in the very rare position of being the passenger, with you behind the wheel, driving like a bat out of hell.

“Oh my god – you can’t just run a red light like that – who the hell taught you how to drive ketsl? You’re a maniac!” You barrel through another intersection as the windshield wipers are going a mile a minute, and Flip abandons the strap to light up his sixth cigarette of the ride.

And then, you turn to him with a deep scowl, and throw it right back in his face as you point out one of the biggest regrets of Flip Zimmerman’s life, as you remind him that, “You did!”

“I’m going to die like this. Do you know how embarrassing that’s going to be, honey? I’m a decorated officer of the law, I served two fucking tours in Vietnam and I’m going to die because you can’t – watch out!” Flip has to brace himself again as you swerve around a corner too sharply on wet roads, the tires screeching as you burn rubber underneath your wheels. “You’re so fucking lucky you’re pretty, you know that? Pretty girls like you don’t go to jail like they should for bein’ a menace on the fuckin’ roads. If I were in a better frame of mind I’d give you a ticket – no, worse than that! I’d lock you up, house arrest, no more drivin’ for the rest of your days.”

“Okay fine, you drive then.” You snap, throwing your hands up with exasperation, abandoning the wheel entirely, “If you’re going to just bitch the whole time you can do it.”

“Ketsl!” Flip yells as he grabs the wheel so that the two of you don’t go crashing into a street lamp, “Jesus you’re gonna kill us. How’d you even get your fucking license anyway? Bet you smiled so pretty at the schmuck at the DMV and batted your lashes. You’re a menace, I can’t believe you.”

Yes, he was the one who taught you how to drive. Or at the very least, he’s the one who attempted. He remembers it as if it were only yesterday, and tries not to think that he’s watching his life flash before his eyes…

                                                        ~~~~~~~~

You had been waiting for him on your front porch when he came pulling up to the curb one day after work. Dressed real smartly, you bounded over to the driver’s window and he rolled it down enough that you could lean in and give him a big wet kiss.

“Hey sweetheart, what do you want to do today?” Flip had asked, starry eyed that he got to call you his girl. He had a couple plans in mind for the evening, but he always liked to ask you first, because your input mattered more.

“You can’t laugh.” You started off by saying, which by all accounts should have been Flip’s first clue that it was going to be a stressful day.

“Why would I laugh?”

“Because I was hopin’ you’d teach me how to drive.”

You look too hopeful for Flip to say no flat-out, but he really wants to. He really really wants to say no. But he’s a gentleman, or at least he tries to be, so he tries to find a polite way to say it, and eventually settles on, “…You sure about that?”

“Yeah! C’mon it looks real easy, and you’re a great teacher and you love me so much and I thought that it would be nice.” You’re determined, and he loves that about you in just about every other circumstance, as you continue on and on, “You know and then maybe if I get my license I could get a car and you wouldn’t have to go waitin’ on me all the time. I could pick you up from work, take you out to dinner.”

“But I like waiting on you and picking you up and taking you out to dinner.” Flip points out as he reaches through the window and pinches your nose playfully between his fingers, gives your face a little shake.

“Please Philly? Please won’t you teach me?” You pout and give him your best doe eyes, batting your lashes at him in the way that always gets him to say yes, and he sighs.

He brings you back to his house, and gets out and calls Jimmy, who he somehow manages to convince to bring his car over. Flip drives a stick-shift, and he can already tell that would be a nightmare in itself, but Jimmy drives an automatic, which he has a feeling is going to be easier.

You’re too excited to be learning that you don’t even question it, happily climbing into the passenger seat and marveling at all the dials and numbers on the dashboard. Flip slides into the passenger seat and hands you the keys.

“Okay, this here’s an automatic car. That means you don’t have to worry about shifting gears too quickly, and can focus on just controlling the car.” He explains, and you nod.

“How come we aren’t in your car?” You ask offhandedly, and Flip scratches at his goatee.

“Because I like my car.” He replies truthfully.

“Rude.”

“First step, turn the car on and check your mirrors.” Flip ignores the remark and tries to be encouraging as you turn the ignition and the engine rumbles underneath you. You jump a little, letting a happy laugh escape your lips at the marvel of automotive technology, and Flip tries not to be patronizing. It doesn’t work that well, “Very good, you’re doing great, you’re a natural. My girl, the natural.”

“You’re so mean to me why do I put up with you?” You chuckle, not wanting to feel like a dog who learned a new trick, even if that is sort of what it felt like.

“Love you,” Flip apologizes with a kiss, and checks to make sure the coast is clear before instructing, “Put the car in reverse, and slowly lift off the brake – ”

Either you have a different definition of slow, or this is going to be a lot harder than Flip thought, because his stomach is swooping up into his throat as you go speeding down the driveway, foot almost entirely off the pedal.

“Sorry!” You immediately slam on the brake, and Flip’s head smacks forwards against the dashboard, making you wince as your entire body tenses up, “I’m sorry, slowly, right got it, slowly.”

This should have been Flip’s second clue.

His patience manages to last for three entire minutes, before he just can’t take it anymore.

You’re out of the drive way now, having successfully avoided hitting the mailbox, and are now making right turns around the neighborhood, except that you really aren’t grasping how slow slow really is, and Flip’s seriously worried someone’s porch dog is going to be in major trouble.

“You have to slow down before you turn!” He grits his teeth, his foot instinctively pressing on a brake that isn’t there, and he wishes in the back of his head that he had rented one of those student driving cars as he fists a hand into his hair and bites the inside of his cheek, “Are your shoes filled with lead? What’s the matter with you? Who have you ever been in the car with that drives this fast?”

“You always speed like this!” You point out, but Flip doesn’t want to hear it.

“Yeah, on the highway! Not in a residential fuckin’ neighborhood – you know maybe that’s what you need, let’s get on the freeway, c’mon make a right here.” Flip instructs, and you let out an exasperated sigh and do as he says.

Ten minutes later, Flip is certain you’re going to drive him over a cliff, and it shows.

“Pull over – you know what, just fuckin’ – pull over. You don’t need to learn how to drive, okay? You don’t have to do anything from now on but sit there and look pretty, and eat some snacks. Okay?” He’s not shouting, not exactly, but his voice is raised with panic and irritation, patience completely gone out the window.

“Okay.” You reply, voice small, as you put on the flashers and hit the brakes, gravel flying everywhere underneath the tires as you pull onto the shoulder, away from the free-way.

Flip lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, and rubs at a pounding headache that formed, as you get out of the car and begin to walk away. Confused and concerned, Flip immediately wrenches open the door of the car and follows you, his tension and panic giving way to an altogether different fear when he notices you wiping at your eyes.

“Are you crying?” Flip demands, his voice a little too harsh, and you wince from it.

“No.” You scowl at him, your eyes absolutely filled with tears that keep welling up, clinging to your lashes.

“Aw ketsl don’t cry – ”

“I’m not fucking crying.” You cry, before throwing your hands up in the air in exasperation and defeat, “Sorry I’m such a shitty unteachable terrible awful driver.”

Flip feels a dagger go through his chest, he doesn’t think he’s ever made you cry. Never, not once, in all the time he’s known you, and now here he is, feeling like the biggest schmuck in the world, because he lost his temper.

Approaching you gently, Flip pulls you into his arms and kisses the top of your head, kisses all over your face, at your cheeks and chin.

“Hey, no one said any of that.” He whispers, rubbing his cheek against yours, trying to get you to calm down.

“You didn’t have to.” You sound so glum, and he hates himself for it, because it’s his fault.

“Look at me?” Flip grabs your cheeks in between his hands, squishes them every so slightly as he looks you in the eye and says seriously, “You are a great person, with many, many talents. And driving…like anything it’s all about practice. That’s just what you need, some practice.”

“It was a stupid idea in the first place, I don’t know what the fuck I was even thinkin’.” You try to shake him off, but he’s stronger than you and won’t let you go that easily.

“You were thinkin’ that you’d like to be independent and I don’t blame you.” Flip realizes, chewing on his lip. It was the 1960s now, women were starting to drive in greater numbers and you wanted to be one of them, you didn’t want to be some helpless damsel not able to get herself around. As much as Flip wanted to be the fella to take care of you, he couldn’t fault you for wanting to take care of yourself, so he sighs out a gentle, “Let’s give it another go? Will you drive us back to my house?”

“’Kay.” You hear the sincerity in his voice, and you nod.

“That’s my girl.” Flip kisses away those unshed tears, and leads you back to the car, opening the driver’s door for you.

“If you yell at me again though, I’ll let go of the wheel and you’ll have to fuckin’ deal with it.” You threaten, and Flip only chuckles, not thinking you’d ever mean it.

                                                       ~~~~~~~~

At the hospital, you sit on the edge of his bed and reach for his hand. Flip gives it to you, and you pull it to your lips, pressing a kiss to the wedding band. Those days seem so far away now, and really, you are a good driver. You are.

“I’m sorry.” You sigh, “I’m just worried about you. I always get worried when you show up at home bloody like that.”

“I shouldn’t have yelled, that was wrong of me.” Flip shakes his head, an amused smile on his lips. God it really was a good thing you were pretty, wasn’t it?

“Think I just need a little more practice?” You crack a grin, biting at your lip and echoing a sentiment that he had shared years and years ago.

“Yeah, we’ll start with a couple right turns as soon as I’m free to go.” Flip replies, and you huff out a laugh.

“I hate you, you know that?” You kiss his ring again, rubbing your cheek against his palm.

“What was that? I couldn’t here you, come a little closer…” Flip’s hand cups your cheek, winds into your hair a little as he guides your face down down down to kiss him.

Eyes closing, you press your smiles together, knowing that when he’s discharged after his pain killers start to wear off, when you drive home it’ll be a far calmer affair.

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"Black Magic" *Part 12*

Ayyyyy I fixed it!

For those who missed it, I wrote this chapter also on my phone because apparently I'm addicted to this story I can't focus on my real life even when I'm out.

Also sorry this is short but it was written in a Target parking lot on my phone. And also-- I just wanna put off "THE" part. 😂😬😘

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Rafael shook his head, still reeling from your encounter. You had no idea what the hell you were talking about, he loved Olivia. He was sure of it. But the last thing you said nagged at him. Even if you had been some kind of crazy mind reading witch, that didn’t stop him from telling Liv about his father.

He had never told her, and if he was really honest with himself, he had no intention of telling her any time soon, maybe ever.

Why didn’t he want to tell her?

-----

Rafael decided to show you, he went straight to Liv's bridal room and knocked on the door.

"Yes?"

"Liv it's me."

"Rafa we can't see each other before the ceremony! It's bad luck!" She called through the door.

"Well it's more bad luck if we start this marriage with secrets." He replied.

Olivia's eyes widened: was he...was he going to tell her his middle name? All on his own? She KNEW you were full of shit

"O-okay just tell me through the door." Her eyes lit up with hope.

"No, I need to be looking at you or I might lose my nerve"

That was good enough for her! She swung the door open.

Rafael stared at her in awe, she had never looked so beautiful in all the years he knew her. He knew you were full of shit, he loved her completely.

"Liv I haven't been honest with you. My middle name isn't Antonio."

"It's not…?" Her eyes began to well up. It was happening. It was really happening.

"No, it's…." He paused and gazed at her. She was beautiful, she was perfect.... But there was no...safety.

"It's Ronaldo," he lied. "I just wanted you to have the right name on the marriage license"

"God damn it Rafael are you fucking kidding me? She yelled.

"What are you talking about?" Rafael was taken aback.

"Why can't you just tell me your real middle name? Why is that so hard for you?!" She yelled again..

"I'm sorry, you know that I'm lying? You know my real middle name?"

"What.. ? Yes...maybe, I don't know," she stammered.

"How do you know my middle name?" He asked.

" I, um...did...did you finish the flask I gave you?" She asked softly.

"....Excuse me?" Rafael asked suspiciously. He turned and walked back to his room. Olivia followed behind him quickly.

"You mean this flask that you supposedly gave me for our wedding day?" He asked, holding up a silver flask with his initials on it.

"You mean this nice loving gift, a token of your love on the most important day of our lives? You're asking me if I 'finished this'?"

"I.. well…" she stuttered.

"And what exactly is this Olivia?" He turned and headed to the bathroom of the groom suite.

"No Rafael, don't!!!" Olivia chase after him frantically.

Rafael opened the flask and poured its contests into the sink. To his horror and disbelief, a dark purple liquid poured out of it; as if it was purple and blue mixed together.

"Holy shit…" Rafael muttered.

"Oh my God!" he just stared in shock as the liquid dissipated down the drain. Olivia could only stand frozen in shock and couldn't speak.

"Oh my God, that girl was right wasn't she?" He stared at her.

"What girl? Was there a girl here?" Olivia quickly turned defensive. "Rafa you shouldn't listen to random ass people--"

"Oh no, fuck that Liv!" He screamed. Throwing the flask across the bathroom.

"What the hell was that?!" He gestured to the sink, now empty of the contents of the flask. "What the hell did you do to me?!

"Nothing!" She stuck to her denial. "It's just the color of the special liquor that I bought you. It's some kind of wine," She tried to think of a lie on the spot, but she wasn't great at it.

"Oh that is a load of shit!" Rafael scoffed while throwing up his hands. "I can't believe this...I can't believe some random ass girl knew more about me than you. She's right isn't she?"

"Rafa come on--" She started to speak, but Rafael wasn't hearing it.

"Oh no fuck that, fuck 'Rafa'. We're past Rafa, don't call me that!" Rafael screamed. "That girl was right, wasn't she? You made me forget her. I'm actually in love with her, aren't I?"

"No! You were never in love with her! That shit was fake. It was as fake as this!" She slapped her hand over her face after saying the last part inadvertently.

"Oh my God...This whole thing is fake. You manipulated my mind. You made me think that I was in love with you!" Rafael felt sick to his stomach.

"You are in love with me!" Olivia screamed. "You just needed to realize it," she added softly.

"And you wanted me to drink more so what? You could make me forget this ever happened so that I would marry you willingly? Like your little robot?" Rafael paced the room angrily.

"No I love you Rafael! That's why I did this! I did this for us!" She was crying now.

"That's BULLSHIT!" Rafael yelled.

"You didn't do this for me, you did this for you. You don't love me at all! If you really loved me, then you would want me to be happy no matter who that was with! I'm not your fucking Ken doll Liv! I'm not some guy you can just manipulate and tote around like some lap dog, doing whatever you say. That's not what love is!"

"Rafael come on, just look--- just, just drink this," she pulled out another vial from her bra. "Just drink it and you'll forget about this, and then we can be happy!"

"Are you not hearing me at all Olivia? Rafael asked her in actual disgust.

"You're still just trying to stick to your delusion? Don't come near me with that. In fact don't come near me at all. I can't. I can't even look at you right now," He started to storm out of the room but Olivia chased after him.

"Where are you going!?!"

"To get back what you stole from me!" Rafael yelled back, running out of the church.

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You stood there in front of the penguins with Maria and Chloe just staring at them. It had gotten dark now. The tank was lit up, brightening the cave with its neon blue water. They looked so happy, just swimming and carefree, not a care in the world.

"Look at you guys," You sighed. "So happy, so innocent. You wouldn't lie to each other, you wouldn't manipulate each other, you just love each other unconditionally," You started to tear up.

"Oh honey…" Chloe came and put an arm around you.

"He's not coming, is he?" You looked at her with tears now dripping down your face.

She looked down at her watch; it had been about an hour since you had shown up there. That was about 20 minutes from the church. So it had been a while for Rafael to change his mind.

"I mean... I don't want to be Debbie Downer or anything but--" She have you a pity look.

"30 more minutes?" You pleaded with puppy dog eyes.

"Alright…." She looked at Maria who just shrugged sadly. Then she linked an arm in yours, laying her head on shoulder. "As long as you need."

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Rafael was in an Uber, heading towards Central Park. He couldn't decide how he felt at the moment. He was enraged with Olivia for fucking with his emotions, his brain, his heart. How long has it gone on for?

Now that it had been a while since his last "dose", he was starting to realize he couldn't remember yesterday, or any of the past week, and it scared the shit out of him.

How could she do this? How could she just take memories from him like taking cookies out of a cookie jar? And with absolutely NO remorse? She was STILL trying to control him even when he was confronting her! Did she ever really love him? Were they ever really friends? It was like losing a lover and his best friend in one fell swoop.

And then there was you. Maybe you really had been Liv-- his lover and best friend. But she had taken that too, he had no memory of you whatsoever.

Even now he struggled to even remember your name. He was pretty sure you had said it in his dressing room, but all the shit he had in his system still left him all foggy. He did remember you knew his middle name, his Broadway dream.

You knew about Eduardo, how could he have told you about Eduardo? How important were you to him? How could he just forget that? He wanted that back, that safe feeling you were going on about. You were absolutely on the money about him never feeling safe once his Abuela had moved in with him and his mother. His mother's house never felt safe, even after Eduardo left.

His Mami was wonderful, but he never felt like he could ever fully be himself with her, because she wouldn't accept him. Which is why he never felt comfortable sharing himself completely, ever.

He wanted that safe feeling so badly….he wanted his feelings back so badly. Even if they were someone he supposedly didn't know.

"Uh….hey man are you ok? The Uber driver's question made him realize he was crying. The driver was awkwardly glancing back at him.

"Ahem...yeah no I'm fine. Can we uh...can we go any faster?"

"Hey man I can't control New York traffic," he gestured towards the stand still grid of cars.

He was still 5 blocks away. He wasn't entirely sure just how in love with him you were, though you were pretty damn hysterical at the church.

Would you wait all night? Have you already left?

"You know what, I think I can walk faster than this," Rafael told the driver as he got out on the curb and began running towards the park.

"....Don't forget to rate me five stars!!!" The driver called after him.

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You glanced down at your phone, it had been 45 minutes since you had asked Chloe for 30. Maria was asleep on a bench, Chloe was falling asleep on your shoulder.

He wasn't coming. Olivia had won. You had to accept it.

You put your phone down and walked up to the glass of the penguin tank. They were all sleeping, except for one. They all were wearing these adorable harnesses that had their name on them, hers read "Penny".

Penny was sitting on a rock above the water, just staring at the "shore" of their enclosure.

You wondered if there was any explanation for that-- you googled "PENNY PENGUIN CENTRAL PARK ZOO". An article immediately came up. You scanned it, reading a particular sentence.

"....Penny's mate was killed in an accident at the zoo six months ago. Penguins are notoriously monogamous, so it's likely she won't ever take another mate. She just spends her night and days looking towards the place the Zookeeper's took Leonard from the enclosure."

Your heart broke, tears came to your eyes for the millionth time that day as you pressed a hand to the glass.

"I'm right there with you Penny, I know how you feel babe…" You sniffled as if the penguin could understand you. But she still continued to stare, waiting for her love to come back.

You wiped tears away and walked away from the tank over to Chloe and Maria, shaking her awake.

"Let's go," you sniffled.

"You sure honey?" She asked you as Maria stirred awake.

"Yeah…. it's over," you sniffled again, all out of water in your body.

She let you lean on her as you walked back up the stairs to the park.

You were so downtrodden, you didn't notice you had left your phone sitting in the enclosure.

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She got up in the morning and it was cooler than usual. Her mom set breakfast down and whispered, "WD40'd the front door this morning" and winked. Emma sighed, nothing got past her mother.

Ruby came in the back door, "Morning Nolan’s! Don't forget your slip Em!" She said dropping into a chair and scooping eggs onto her plate.

"Already in my bag," Emma said chewing.

"Did you save enough this summer for a car?" Ruby asked, and Emma shook her head.

"Not yet, but I am going to see how my school and sports schedule is and try to find something in between," she said and her mom tutted her.

"School first. If you get your license next month, you can use one of ours on the weekend until you've saved enough. Not every weekend, but sometimes. School's more important Em" she said and Emma nodded.

"Well, that's cool. We won't have to walk to the movies, or the mall anymore” Ruby said with a grin, and Emma smiled back.

“Yeah, that actually won’t suck,” she said.

They hurried up and ate, grabbing their bags and walking out the front door, as Henry ran past them high fiving Killian at the end of the walkway as he ran in the opposite direction to meet Roland.

“Morning Swan,” Killian said and kissed her. “Ruby” he smiled and grabbed Emma’s hand. Ruby rolled her eyes at them both.

“God, your public declarations and PDA is going to kill me with the sweetness of it,” she said teasingly.

Emma’s heart fluttered a bit at the thought and she shot Killian a look and he kept his face impassive.

Will caught up with them at the corner, and they talked about the driver’s ed class they were all enrolling in, and Will and Killian trailed behind the girls. Killian did not mind walking behind Emma at all, her skirts always rode up higher in the back as her backpack shifted, and he did not mind the view at all.

“Jones? Did you hear what I said?” Will asked and Killian looked over, and the girls stopped in front of them. He shook his head, “No sorry, didn't catch that” he said and smirked at Emma.

“I asked if you had your math notes, I need to borrow them to study,” he said dramatically.

“Yeah, sure. I will get them to you when we get to school” he said and Will shook his head.

“You're already a goner. Rest in Peace Killian” he teased, and Killian barked out a laugh.

They headed inside and Killian followed Emma to her locker, “Isn't your locker the other way Jones?” She asked, and he nodded.

“I say we try to be a little creative today” he murmured.

“Here? At school?” I don't think so” she said, chewing her lip.

“What if I told you I knew someplace guaranteed that there would be no interruptions? At lunch,” he said and smirked at her.

“Why do you even know that? Not at school,” she said and his fingertips grazed her hip, sending shockwaves through her skin.

“Alright, alright. I will figure out something. But we are still going out Saturday right?” he asked, and she nodded. He leaned in and kissed her quickly, and headed off to his locker.

Emma shut her locker and headed toward homeroom, and saw Liam who winked at her and she laughed.

“Emma! Oh my god, I am dying, tell me everything!” Ariel said quickly.

Emma shrugged, “there isn't much to tell you Ari. We told our families yesterday, and I am pretty sure everyone within a hundred miles saw his Instagram post,” she said.

“Didn't you look at the comments!” Ariel said and pulled it up, and scrolled.

MiMi257: You probably should tell your girlfriend that you're a liar! #Kjonesisadick

Emma’s eyes widened and she found it on her own phone, screenshotting it and sending it to Killian.

E: Want to explain why you're a liar?” (Screenshot) K:... E: Is that Milah? K: I should have blocked her, I am sorry. I deleted the comment and blocked her now. E: Why are you a liar? K: Because I did lie to her, I lied about why I was breaking it off E: Was I a factor in that? K: Honestly, Yes. But not the whole reason. I didn't care about her enough, I told you this. E: Ok. I am blocking her too K: 💋 E: 💋

Emma left homeroom and headed towards math. Killian was already sitting in his usual spot, and his head perked up as she approached.

“I'm sorry. I didn't see that” he said.

“It's fine, I just wasn't expecting to be told it by Ariel '' Emma said, meeting his eyes. “This is complicated.”

Killian looked at her and nodded. “Just that is, but this isn't. Don't back out Em '' he said.

“I'm not, that didn't cross my mind. I kind of just want to forget about it to be honest” she said and turned in her seat pulling out her notebook and textbook.

Killian scribbled a note “I think I am the luckiest guy in the world that you're my girlfriend. And did I tell you I think that skirt is absolutely perfect for you?” he slid it to her and she discreetly grabbed it, opening it and half turned to look at him smirking.

Killian tried to focus on their class and thought maybe he shouldn't sit directly behind Emma in class. Her hair and her perfume just distracted the shit out of him.

Every time she flipped the wave of gold curls, they brushed over his desktop and he played with the ends of them. He was distracted, and he seriously needed to pass this class.

“Don't play with my hair in class Jones,” she said lowly as they exited.

“Maybe you could wear your hair up,” he suggested.

Emma scoffed. “You would still do it.”

“I would. I know. Do you want me to move seats?” he asked.

She shrugged, “That's up to you, if my hair is a distraction, then yeah find another seat” she smiled.

“I would very much like to kiss you right now,” he said, and she giggled.

“Guess you will just have to wait,” she said, sauntering into her next class.

He seriously needed to find a place where they could be completely alone, uninterrupted, and not for sex. But whatever they wanted to do, without witnesses.

They didn't have licenses yet, so he was going to need to be super creative, but resigned himself to watching movies at one of their houses in their basements. So he would need to clean his and fix it up. That was his new task. It wasn't totally private, but it was better than nothing.

By the time PE rolled around, Mr. French was giving them the rundown of the semester, and he was thrilled that the weight room was an option for people who weren't going to swim.

Mr. French pulled him aside and tossed a jersey at him, and Kris, welcoming to the JV team and handed them their practice schedules.

Killian scanned it and groaned, it was literally every day after school. He wouldn't be walking Emma home, and it bothered him.

Emma noticed his face and took the paper, scanning it. “What's the problem? You knew what practices were like from last year” she said, handing it back.

“I won't be able to walk you home,” he said and Emma smiled, squeezing his hand.

“I am fine, plus here is mine” and she handed him her cross-country schedule.

“I run after school from 3-4, you are done at 5:30, so I guess I will just have to see you after that most days,” she said, tying her shoe.

“I would be a liar if I said I wasn't disappointed that my football practices were cutting into my time with you,” he said so that only she could hear.

Emma nodded at him in understanding, this was so new, and a part of her did want to be with him as much as possible, but she also knew being completely entwined with each other wasn't healthy or realistic.

“I am too babe. But you said to be creative, maybe we can alternate nights or something. Dinner at my house, dinner at your house, we can do homework together, I mean being together is what matters right?” she said and he nodded.

“Yeah, I know. You're right. I guess I just wasn't prepared for this to cut into what little time we get already” he said and she saw that muscle tick in his jaw.

“Stop that with your mouth,” she said and kissed his cheek, and took off running.

Killian laughed, of course, she would distract him. He caught up to her quickly and they lapped the majority of their class twice before they slowed to a walk, and he desperately wanted to kiss her and hold her hand.

“Are you getting a car?” she asked.

He nodded. "I mean I will be sharing with Liam I assume, but I will have access to my parents, and if he and I share one. So yeah. Why?” She shrugged and didn't answer.

“Say it,” he said.

“Well, cars aren't original, but they are private,” she said, and he caught up.

“God I want to kiss you right now,” he said, and Emma's fingertips brushed his crotch casually.

He groaned, “not cool Em, I am already one second away from pushing you up against a locker” She bit her lip and smirked at him.

“Are you positive you don't want to see the secret spot at lunch?” he asked.

“Where is it?” she asked, her blood rushing in her veins.

“Above the gym, there is an equipment room. I snagged a key last year during football and kept it. No one goes in there until before or after practice, certainly not in the middle of the day. Besides the coach and a janitor, no one else has a key, except me.”

“Okay,” she said so quietly he thought he had imagined it. “How do I get there?” she asked.

“There is a staircase next to the risers in the gym. I will show you when we head inside. You just sneak up there, and I will be at the top waiting for you. If it isn't clear, I will toss my book down the steps or something to warn you off” he said, and nearly grasped her hip.

Mr. French blew the whistle, and Killian pointed it out discreetly to her and showered quickly. He waited until everyone was nearly gone, and made his way up there not being spotted.

He unlocked the door and looked inside, and it was still dark. Practices didn't start for another week, so this might be the perfect spot.

He cracked the door slightly and Emma crept up the steps carefully staying out of sight. She slipped in, and Killian locked the door behind her and pulled a bin of basketballs in front of the door.

“You are positive it's safe?” she asked, looking around.

He nodded, “I wouldn't risk you Em,” he said and led her around some stuff to a secluded corner of the room where the gymnastic mats were stacked, they were softer than the floor, he thought.

“This has been driving me insane all day,” he said as he kissed her neck, and his hands slid under her skirt cupping her ass. Emma's arms wrapped around his neck and he laid her back, her green eyes sparkling up at him. Killian kissed her deeply, and his hands moved toward her crotch, and he leaned back a little.

“Em, can I touch you?” he asked, her eyes widened a little, and she nodded.

“Can I touch you?” she asked softly, and he gulped. He hadn't expected that.

“I just need to see you Em, it's killing me,” he said and she sat up, raising her arms, and he lifted her tank top off of her. He swallowed thickly, and he took in her bra-clad chest, her lean stomach, and grinned.

“You're gorgeous,” he said and kissed her, flicking her bra open at the back with one hand, and slid it down her arms. He looked down, taking in her bare chest for the first time, and he stopped breathing. Her tits were full and round. Tipped in pale pink, and they were fucking perfect.

He groaned, and lightly ran his thumbs over the peaks, “You're fucking perfect Em” he said and guided her back flat, as he hovered over her. His head dipped, taking one soft peak into his mouth, sucking lightly, lightly grazing it with his teeth, while he squeezed the other one softly, gently tugging at the other nipple until Emma began to squirm beneath him.

His hand trailed up the soft inside of her thigh, inching up her skirt, disappearing beneath the fabric, and his hand squeezed her bare thigh.

“God Emma,” he said, hardly able to decide where he wanted to focus without pushing her. “Tell me what you want,” he said, his throat thick, leaning over her, “it is always your choice here Em” he whispered and kissed her again.

Emma took his hand and guided it back under her skirt, and he got the idea, smirking against her lips.

He dipped his fingers down the front of her panties, and he moaned when his fingers felt the warm, soft heat of her folds for the first time. Emma's hand tightened in his hair, and the one she had his shirt gripped in.

“I'll go slow, Em. I will make you feel good, I promise” he said and dipped his head to suckle at her nipple, while he slid one finger inside of her, causing Emma’s hips to buck. She moaned softly, and he pulled back keeping his eyes locked on hers.

"Does that feel good?” he asked and she nodded breathlessly and he slid a second digit inside of her. Emma's eyes snapped shut and Killian pumped his fingers inside of her warmth slowly, his thumb circling her clit, putting a light pressure there.

Emma pulled his lips to hers, as he slowly fucked her with his hand, swallowing every moan, and gasp he elicited from her, smirking when he found a place she liked to be touched, memorizing every single thing about her.

He felt her walls begin to flutter, wetness coating his fingers as he continued kissing her, and she clamped down around his fingers like a warm, velvet vice.

Her lips parted in a silent moan as her climax hit, her body trembling, her fists clutching his arms, and Killian pulled back, watching her experience it.

It was single-handedly the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life. He brought her down gently and slid his hand out of her panties, and Emma laid there, her eyes shut and smiled.

“Wow Jones,” she said breathlessly and he smirked at her.

She rolled on her side and pushed Killian back. She worked his pants open quickly and her hand wrapped around him before he could register what was happening.

Killian half lifted and tugged his shirt off, and pulled her bare chest against his as she began pumping his dick, when her fingers grazed his sac he moaned loud enough for her to shush him.

“Fuck Emma, oh god. Just like that” he panted. He tangled his fingers in her curls, and cupped her boob in the other, squeezing and caressing it while she continued pumping him.

Emma looked down and watched her hand as she pushed him higher, swiping her thumb over the top as precum trickled out. She was surprised at how big he was, the thick, dark hair at his base matching the dusting across his chest and abs.

She turned her attention back to his face, making note of how he liked to be touched, what earned her moans, and made his hips jerk, filing it away in her head.

Killian pulled Emma's lips to his as she drove him closer to the edge, and she began pumping him faster. Killian’s eyes rolled back and he gasped, clutching her wrist stilling her movement as his cum spurted onto his stomach in warm ropes.

Emma bent and kissed him softly, she looked around for anything to clean up with. She spotted a stack of towels and quickly grabbed one, wiping her hand on it, and tossed it over him. She put her bra back on, and pulled her shirt on, righting herself as she glanced at the clock. She sat beside him as he wiped himself off, his chest rising and falling rapidly still.

"Did I do it right?" She asked softly, and Killian sat up pulling his tee back on. He pulled her lips to his by cupping the back of her neck.

"You are incredible Emma," he said, resting his forehead against hers. "I wasn't expecting that though," he said softly, his blue eyes piercing hers.

"We should go, we have a few minutes before lunch ends" she whispered.

"Did you text Ruby?" He asked and she nodded.

"I said we were doing something alone today" and she blushed.

Killian grinned at her. He moved the cart out of basketballs out of the way once he made sure everything was where it should be. He also stashed some of those towels in a cabinet. He led Emma down the steps, and they snuck out the back exit to the hallway holding hands.

"I'm going to the bathroom, I’ll see you in a bit," she said kissing him quickly, and he did the same washing, his hands quickly. He was not expecting today to go the way it did, but fuck did he feel better.

She was perfect. Perfectly made, her brilliant smile, just everything he imagined times ten. He knew he loved her from afar, but actually having her? He was totally gone over her. He headed to his locker, and Ruby headed towards him.

"Where's Em?" She asked with a knowing smirk.

"Probably her locker. I left her a few minutes ago" he said and Ruby brushed his hair with his fingers, righting it.

"See you later Jones," she said with a giggle.

Emma had righted herself and reapplied her chopstick in her locker mirror when Ruby strolled up. "Hey," she said softly. "Everything ok?" She asked, and Emma nodded.

"Alright. Well let's go, don't want to be late" Ruby said and linked her arm with Emma's leading her toward their class.

Killian waited for Emma to come into Biology, and Will and Belle sat in front of him. She came in and sat on her stool beside him. He smiled at her, and she smiled back shyly, turning her attention to their teacher Miss Geiss.

They were going to be dissecting frogs soon, and Emma looked squeamish.

"I'll do it babe" he whispered to her, and she wrinkled her nose, nodding.

They finished their notes and began figuring out the layout of the dissection, grabbed their toolkits and Emma labeled theirs, tucking them away in the cupboard.

"I can't cut it. I just can't" she said quietly panicking, and Killian nudged her shoulder.

"Babe, I will do it. You take the notes down and copy the diagram out of the book. That way when we study, I can show you what I saw, but I know you can't do it. It's Mr. Hops to you,” he said, referencing the pet toad that she had as a kid. She loved that thing and was devastated when he died. Emma nodded at him, and they continued working until the bell rang.

Killian had tech last and walked Emma to her locker. He was surprised to see Neil Gold standing there waiting for her. Emma acted like he didn't exist and opened her locker. Killian leaned against the other side and wondered if he would take a hint.

Emma shut the door and kissed Killian right there in the busy hallway. "See you after school," she said and took the long way to class.

Killian was about to walk away ignoring Neil entirely when he felt a hand grab the back of his shirt. He knocked Neil's elbow breaking his hold, and Neil stood there sizing him up.

"You're with Emma?" He said with a laugh.

"Why? Did you think she would be interested in an upper class creep? Find a girl in your own grade" Killian bit out trying to walk around him when Neil slammed him into a locker. Killian’s eyes flashed murderously at Gold.

"I know Liam is your brother, but he won't always be around to fight for you little guy," Neil said inches from him.

Killian shoved him off of him, "Good thing I had 15 years to practice fighting with him. Go ahead, hit me, I would love to kick your ass" Killian spit out.

Gold sized him up, smirking. "Alright little Jones, let’s see what you got," he said.

Killian barked out a laugh, "You think that's going to make Emma notice you over me? Fighting her boyfriend? I have 15 years of knowing her over you. You aren't even worth it" he spat.

Neil took two steps towards him and Killian was getting ready for him to swing when Graham came around the corner and pushed Gold back.

"Run along Gold. It's done" Graham said and Neil shot Killian a dark look shaking his finger at him. "This isn't over '' he said and stalked off.

"I had that handled" Killian said, and Graham nodded.

"Guys a dick, I know you can fight. But the point is he wasn’t worth it" Graham said and kept walking.

Killian felt irrationally protective of Emma now, and knowing Graham had kissed her, regardless that it meant nothing, only irked him further. Guys like Graham and Gold were probably going to continue creeping up.

He made it to class as the bell rang, and Mr. Locksley eyed him, nodding as he took his seat. His phone buzzed in his pocket but he waited to check it.

SwanE1023: @KJones0125 such a babe 😍

Killian laughed, where the hell did she even get that photo of him?

KJones0125: @SwanE1023 Aw babe. You're making me blush. Definitely getting a complex. Besides, no one is looking at me if they see you X

RubyRed7645: @SwanE1023 and @KJones1025 CUT IT OUT LOVEBIRDS ♥️

Emma laughed at Ruby's response and clicked his notification tagging her. Where the hell did he find that? Had to have been Ruby. Mulan took it for photography last year.

He had kept tabs on her even when they were apart. She smiled at that. then her mind started wandering to lunch, what happened, how Killian made her feel.

Maybe her mom wasn't so far off. Today changed a lot, and then it didn't. But they quickly lost track of everything around them, and Emma now could see her mom's point that sometimes safe sex goes right out the window.

She needed to talk to Killian, she knew he had no expectations of sex, but the way she felt with him, everything melted away and it was just the two of them, and she knew she was in deeper than she had thought.

She was absolutely in love with him. It scared her, it was fast, and she had fallen hard. She wondered how he felt, but knew he would talk her through all of her concerns and worries. They had to talk it through because she wasn't sure if she could pull back now if she tried.

His voice pulled her out of her daze as she walked towards her locker. "Where did you even get that photo Swan?" He smirked and noticed her face, the worry crossing it. Had she heard about Gold already?

"Say it," he said. Emma glanced at him and shook her head, "Not, it’s nothing. I mean it’s something, but nothing bad. Just not right now. How was your class?" She asked taking a breath.

"So this feeling I'm getting here, it has nothing to do with me and Gold nearly coming to blows before last period?" He asked. Emmas’ eyes widened at his words.

"You what!" Emma shrieked, and Killian shushed her. "Why the hell would you even get near that creep?" She asked, looking pissed.

"Hey, he came at me. Graham intervened but I would have been fine, guys nearly the same size as me Em, seriously don’t worry about it," he said putting his arm around her shoulder and pulling her close enough to kiss her hair quickly.

"Can we talk, like later, after school?" She asked and he nodded.

"I get the feeling it isn’t a good conversation, but yeah" he sighed and Emma stopped walking.

"It’s not bad, but I need to talk to you, not about the almost fighting because that is stupid, and I just can’t even worry about that just now," she said quickly.

Killian looked in her eyes, searching them, he saw concern, but something else that he didn't recognize. "Yeah, of course, I'll meet you at your locker" and kissed her quickly, dropping her at the door of her ceramics class and hustled toward tech.

Emma focused intensely on the pottery wheel in front of her, she decided to go with a bowl, starting small. "Hey Emma, I didn't know you had this class too" came a voice and she turned to see Neil Gold sitting at the empty wheel beside her.

She rolled her eyes and decided that this was not going to work for her. She smashed her clay into a pile, and threw it back in the bucket, and began cleaning her wheel off.

She washed her hands and went to the teacher feigning ill, and left the room feeling Gold’s eyes on her the whole time.

She stalked toward the nurse’s office and asked for an aspirin saying she had cramps. She pretended to eat it and went to her locker clearing out her bag and getting what she needed. She texted Killian.

"I had to leave class, I am going to just walk home now" she texted.

"Wait. I’ll meet you our front '' he texted and Emma slowed her pace and Killian came rushing out of tech. Her uncle Robin popped his head out, coming into the hall.

"Emma? What’s wrong" her uncle asked and she bit her lip not wanting to answer. "Emma, don’t make me call your mom," he said.

"I have ceramics last hour, and an upperclassman who has been bugging me somehow got switched into my class. He didn’t do anything except sit at the empty spot next to me, but he isn’t taking the hint. He tried to fight Killian today already and I’ve blown him off three times already, it made me uncomfortable so I faked cramps to leave class early" she said in a jumble.

Killian’s temper flared his jaw muscle twitching. He eyed Emma's uncle and he shook his head.

"What is his name Emma," her uncle asked.

"Neil Gold," she said quietly. "He is giving me the creeps, and now he is in my class" she felt like she was about to cry. "Can I just got home?" She asked and her uncle nodded at Killian writing him a pass.

"Get her home," he said to Killian and Killian grabbed his bag stopping by his locker, and grabbed what he needed. He held her hand the whole time.

The moment they were off school property he led her into a public garden on the way home making her sit.

"Em, talk to me. Not as your boyfriend, as your friend. What’s going on, did he say something to you? Killian asked worry etched on his face.

Emma snuggled into his chest and cried, and it nearly broke his heart. His temper was raging, but she needed him to be Killy, her friend.

"He just barged in. He is seriously creeping me out, he tried to fight you. Why is he harassing me like this? And I can't even do anything, blowing him off isn't working. We all know who his family is, so you fighting him won’t help, but now I am uncomfortable in a class I look forward to all day. It fucking sucks" she said.

Killian pulled back slightly wiping her tears off of her cheeks. He kissed her hair, "come on. Let’s go to your house, do you have homework? He asked.

Emma shook her head. "Nothing I can't put off until later or tomorrow," she said softly and he pulled her to her feet, his hand clasped in hers, and led her home.

Her dad was waiting on the porch when they walked up, surprising Emma. "Robin called. He is working on handling it" her dad said, nodding at Killian and ushering them inside.

"You two head upstairs or the den, whatever. I’m ordering pizza and Robins coming by after he is done at work" he said and Killian climbed the steps with Emma and they settled on her bed. Emma faced him laying down and she looked so sad and worried. Killian was furious.

"Killian, can you come down?" Her dad called and he kissed Emma’s forehead and shut the door behind him.

They sat on the couch, and Killian eyed Mr. Nolan. "Robin mentioned he tried fighting you today?" He asked and Killian nodded.

"I didn’t though, I didn’t actually fight him, Graham got there and Gold took off. But he basically challenged me after Emma completely dismissed him, and he was pissed" Killian said.

"I appreciate you wanting to hit the guy, but I am asking that you don’t unless it is self-defense. He has to hit you first" he said and Killian’s jaw dropped open.

"Hear me out. Gold is a pain in the ass in town, his father, even worse. Robin is trying to get him moved out of that class, or he is trying to get Emma moved to another time in the day for it. He is being discreet, but I have a feeling this Gold kid is going to be hard to shake. Do you think he would attempt to make a move on Emma?" He asked.

Killian rubbed his hands over his eyes and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "I don’t know. He seems to be escalating, and now my girlfriend is in her bed worrying. I don’t know what I am supposed to do here because you say I can’t touch him, and all I want to do is beat his ass" Killian bit out.

Mr. Nolan clapped him on his shoulder, "Go up and watch a movie with her. You guys do homework or something. But keep her busy. I will call you guys down or send pizza up. Let me deal with this, ok?" He said and Killian nodded.

"If he lays a hand on her, I cannot promise you I won’t do anything, I can’t just be waiting for him to hit me first," Killian said.

Her dad nodded, "nor would I expect you to. He touches her, you beat his ass" he said and Killian nodded heading towards the steps.

He grabbed the remote and turned her small tv on, finding the princess bride and tucked her into his side, and she curled her fingers in his shirt. "Let’s just watch for a while, put it behind us. Your uncle will help figure it out" he said quietly and kissed her head.

Emma watched the movie closely, and she was curious. "Will you teach me how to punch?" She asked and Killian paused.

"You're concerned he will get that close you'll need to?" He asked, his temper fucking raging.

Her hand slid up cupping his jaw. "Stop the jaw thing. Teach me?" She asked again and he sighed.

"Up with you, come on," he said tugging her to stand.

He took her right hand, and he bent her fingers, balling her fist. He ran his index finger along her knuckles that were bony and protruding, "your knuckles will do the most damage but are also at risk of breaking. You have to know where to land your hit. A jaw might break your small hand, but a nose, an eye. Those are your easy soft targets" he said.

His stomach soured at the next part, "If someone were to come up behind you, and grab you, you stomp their foot with your heel as hard as possible, and use your elbow to land a blow to their nose, and your knee to hit them in the junk. Don’t let them keep their arms around you, kick, wiggle, fight. Understand?" He asked and she nodded.

"Maybe I should sign up for kickboxing at the Y," she said softly.

Killian cupped her jaw, "Em I don’t think it will come to that, ever. I get that you’re nervous but I don’t think he is going to lay a hand on you. But I support you wanting to know how to fight if you want to" he said and pulled her into a hug.

A knock at the door came and her mom carried in a pizza box and some water. "Sustenance," she said and Killian smiled and nodded at her.

"I’ll be back," he said heading downstairs and went looking for Emma’s dad. He heard voices in the basement so he headed down.

"Ah, speak of the devil," Robin said and nodded at Killian.

"He was a last-minute add-in, his counselor pulled the strings, so I unpulled them, had him moved to the earlier ceramics class and Mr. Gold now has 7th hour PE, Mr. French helped once I alerted him of the delicate situation, and he owes me a favor" Robin finished.

"So Emma can continue in her class? Does Gold know yet he has been booted? Because I don’t think he is going to take the news well" Killian said scratching his ear.

Robin nodded, "no, I imagine not. Dave said he told you, never throw the punch first. Let him hit you, and try to have a witness. Emma needs someone to walk with her to her classes, and it can’t always be you so you guys are going to have to tell Ruby or someone she has a class with, just for now" he advised and Killian nodded.

"Alright, I am heading up to eat, and I will head home" Killian and Dave clapped him on the shoulder.

"Thanks. I know this isn't an ideal situation, for you, or my daughter, and at some point, I know you'll end up in a fight, but I know you can handle yourself, and I appreciate it" he aId and Killian nodded.

"I love her, I'd do anything to protect her" he admitted and chanced a look at her dad who nodded and smirked at him.

"Alright, upstairs," he said and Killian ran up the steps.

Robin whistled lowly, "I am glad I don’t have a daughter. But we also have a problem with this kid, so I'll keep an eye out at school, and just keep an eye on her here for now. Make sure she isn’t rattled. I was discreet, but Emma should carry on, as usual, to avoid being a target of him. I don’t imagine he will take the news well," Rob said saluting Dave and heading up the stairs.

Emma was tired, she didn’t want to talk about it anymore, and she sent Ruby a few normal texts to keep her off the scent of trouble. She smiled when Killian came back in, handing him a plate and he took it sitting beside her on the floor as she hit play.

"Thanks for today," she said. "I needed my best friend, and you somehow managed to be both my friend and my boyfriend. It’s just really weird and now, and I just appreciate that" she said and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"I will protect you Em, but you throw a punch if you need to. Let’s just pretend today didn’t happen, go about your day as usual" he said chewing.

Emma nodded standing and she went into the bathroom and came out wearing a soft nightgown, and Killian swallowed.

"Um, I should head home," he said swallowing thickly.

"I still wanted to talk," she said glancing at the clock. It was only seven. "Can you stay a little longer?" She asked and he nodded at her. She patted the bed and he gulped his water sitting beside her.

"I wanted to talk about us, today," she said her cheeks blushing. Killian smirked and nudged her shoulder.

"Say it," he said and she nodded taking a deep breath.

"I don't really know how to say it, so I'll just say it. I am going on birth control" she said it and he was taken aback.

"Em, I meant what I said" he stated.

She nodded, "I know, but I talked to my mom and she mentioned it. It is smart, even if we don’t need it now, it’s smarter to have a safety net," she said.

Killian felt his heart racing. "Did you think id be mad, or push you, Emma?" He asked.

Emma shook her head, "no, no. God no. Honestly, it just makes sense. I’m almost 16, and today I realized a few things, but most importantly it's just smarter to take it" she said not meeting his gaze.

"So you want to take it, me aside?" He asked and she nodded. "Care to tell me what else you realized today?"

Emma didn’t want to talk about that. Not tonight. "No, not yet," she said. Killian pulled her in, smelling her hair, and ripped her chin up, catching her lips with his.

"Alright, Swan. Keep your secrets. But just know I am not pushing that, not any pressure at all. Being your boyfriend, your friend is enough for me. We can talk about today another time, but I think we should probably skip lunchtime antics until the Gold thing blows over. I don't want to risk you, I won’t compromise you" he said and she smiled.

"I know" she smiled softly at him.

Killian nodded, "you’re alright here?" He asked and she nodded.

"Just stick close ok? It's the only thing I ask" she whispered.

Killian knelt, looking her in the eye. "I’m not going anywhere, Em." He cupped her jaw kissing her once more and said goodnight, taking the pizza down with him.

He laid in bed, not wanting to talk to anyone, but Liam knocked, entering his room.

"Graham told you," Killian asked and Liam nodded.

"He isn’t worth it, and I know you can fight, so if he starts at, you finish it. Just let him throw the first punch" Liam said, and Killian nodded.

"He has a shitty left knee, hurt it last year during hockey. So strike there if you can" he said and Killian smiled.

"Thanks for the tip" and his brother closed the door behind him.

Killian popped open his Instagram, posting a photo of her. “Isn't she lovely @SwanE1025"

Emma smiled when she got the notification and texted him a kiss. “You’re amazing.”

He sent her a kiss back and laid there replaying everything in his head until he finally drifted off to sleep.

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[shelby-love]

CONNOR RHODES

An attempt at being low key.

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warnings: none

Authors note: Son's name is Isaac. I don't like the end but hey.

"It was that bad?" Connor asked for the twentieth time. With a mug of coffee in his hand he leaned against the counter of your marble kitchen and sighed.

"He told me as soon as he got in the car." You tell him again. Your husband let's out a wow.

Your 5 year old son Isaac came from Pre-K and told you several kids had asked him if his dad owns the big Dolen Rhodes department store their mom's buy clothes at.

"Tell me again how do those kids know about the store?" Connor snorted when he saw your mortified expression because he wasn't taking you seriously. You reached for the spatula that was on the counter but stopped immediately once you saw your baby son standing by the fridge in his pj's.

Connor placed his mug on the counter immediately and tackled your son in a big hug while smiling brightly.

You take that moment to put the spatula away.

Isaac, who was sleepy three seconds ago is now a little ball of energy. He's laughing and giggling in his dad's arms too happy and excited to notice you.

"Isaac what about mommy?" You pout and try to get your sons attention. You hear Connor say no but when Isaac starts to squirm he eventually let's you take your son in your arms.

You shower your baby in good morning kisses and eventually let him stand on his own feet.

Mornings like this are always amazing. Connor gets to say goodbye to Isaac before he leaves for work.

You gaze over at your husband and then look at the clock. "Honey?"

"Mhmmm?" He says, too occupied with his son to notice the clock.

"You're late."

"I'm what?" Like he doesn't believe you, he turns his head to look at the clock. "Shit."

You look at him with the look that clearly says that you'll kick him with the spatula if he doesn't stop using language. "Look buddy... I gotta go now but I'll be back before you know it and then we'll hang out okay?"

Isaac nods and bids his dad goodbye, Connor downs the rest of his coffee before leaning in to kiss you. "I'll be back before you know it."

"Yeah, yeah.. You better." You feel like a high school girl when you're by his side. He grabs his car keys and practically runs out of the house in his black doctors attire.

"Isaac sweetie... Tell me more about the kids from yesterday."

***

You're currently sitting on your big sofa and watching your son draw. Isaac is switching between his colored pencils faster than some five year olds. He informed you that he's drawing you and Connor with him in his room.

Since you're not allowed to look and there's nothing fun on the TV, you let your eyes roam around the bright room until they fall on something that looks a lot like a wallet.

You stand up and walk towards the object that caught your attention until you make out the shape and realize it's Connor's wallet.

You take it in your hands and look through it. His ID, credit cards, drivers license, cash and a family picture of the three of you alongside a picture of you two back in the day when you were still dating... Everything is neatly stored inside. He forgot it.

You sit back down and think about what you want to do with it. Bringing it to him sounds normal and reasonable only nobody knows you're even married. You think about what will happen when you get there. How will you ask them to let you see Chicago Med's gem without telling them you're his wife.

Why you're keeping this a secret it's because of your son. The exact reasons from this morning. His last name alone raises questions and you and Connor just don't want him to go through the recognition he will have to go through once people find out.

But you also talked about that when your son turned five. He told the other kids off, he stood up for himself and that's absolutely amazing.

"What's that?" You ask Isaac and point to a grey building on his drawing.

"The hospital. Dad helps sick people there." He says proudly.

"Do you want to visit dad with mommy?"

He rises his head immediately and beams at you. His soft curls start bouncing when he begins to nod happy about your proposal.

"Let's go get dressed then."

***

"Look mommy loook!" You glance at your hyper son through the rear-view mirror. You're pretty sure Connor gave him a full tour of the famous hospital because he recognized it the moment you parked the car.

"Are you excited?" You ask him with the same amount of energy he answers it. You check your purse to see if you have Connor's wallet before you exit your car and help Isaac out.

Hand in hand you two make your way to the ED where you know your husband is currently at as he's on trauma today. The waiting room is not full so there isn't a big line.

A middle aged woman sits at the desk, she smiles warmly at Isaac before turning her attention to you. "How can I help you today?"

"We're here to see doctor Rhodes?" You say nervously.

"Do you have an appointment? I'll let you know that doctor Rhodes is on trauma today." She tells you information you already know. "I'll tell you what. Why don't you give me your name and I'll give him a call, he should be starting his break right now. You're in luck."

You try to act surprised. Its not like you planned your visit while he's on his break.

"Y/N. Y/N Rhodes." The woman raises an eyebrow, probably shocked.

It took her a few seconds to compose herself before she eventually stood up and went to fetch your husband.

Isaac shifts his weight from one foot to another, its a clear sign that he's tired of standing. Thankfully the woman returns and the doors slide open. Behind her, Connor is beaming as he takes in the sight of you.

"Daddy!!!" Isaac runs straight into his dad's embrace. Like every time Connor catches him and wraps his arms around the miniature Connor. You can definitely see that they're a father and son.

"Hey buddy! What are you doing here?" He asks once both of them are calmed down. Isaac looks at you, "Mommy say you forgot your wallet!"

To prove it you grab the wallet from your purse and show it to him. Connor gives you his little eye roll and greets you with a kiss "I bet you did it on purpose."

"I did it because I didn't want the police to arrest you because you don't have your license." You give him a smile before adding, "Also we were trying to be low key. Weren't we Isaac?"

Isaac's smile falls as soon as he rememberes what you told him in the car. "Okay Isaac. We need to be really quiet, we're surprising dad. No one can know okay?"

"It was an attempt, I'll give you that." He says. "Look let me put the wallet away and then we'll go get some food in the cafeteria."

You give him a look that he completely dismisses. "Now that you're here I want to show you off to the whole world. C'mon."

With Isaac in his hold and your hand in his the three of you make your way through the overly curious ED all the way to the doctor's lounge. Connor puts Isaac on the ground and he immediately runs to the couch in the corner.

"How's work so far?" You ask him while you lean against the couch.

"I was mostly invisible until you showed up," both of you look outside the comfort of the lounge. Every set of eyes is trained on you.

Still dazed you say, "Yeah I somehow doubt that babe." Your eyes are trained on a beautiful dark skinned lady in the nurse attire who's looking at you curiously.

"Just trust me." He places his hand on the small of your back and helps you and Isaac out.

"Yes ladies and gentlemen this is my wife Y/N and our son Isaac. You can take a picture, it'll last longer!"

You turn and exit the stunned ED.