#and I instinctively grabbed it and put it in my bag so dad didn't see it

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The Borrower In My Walls (Chapter I)

Hehehe, Sneeg fic!

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Sneeg was a borrower that lived in many peoples walls, He was caught often or left himself because of the lack of food. However, this house was almost perfect! True there was a big family living there with a lot of guests but they left often and left out a lot of food!

There was a blonde haired tall man with 3 kids, Oh god they were chaotic, really loud as well... there was one with matching blonde hair that was the loudest and probably the youngest, there was a pink-haired one which was calmer and liked to read books and then there was a brown-haired kid who was in the middle. The blonde haired kid always had a mess in his room so it was the easiest to "Borrow" from, anything missing would be blamed on the messes he made. Sneeg does not know much about the guests that visit, he often hears the name ran-ranbo, ranboo or something and tub-o, He can't memorize them.

Phil once came home from the park and it was really late, Sneeg did not expect him to be outside, he thought he was sleeping! Faster then light Sneeg bolted into his tunnels, leaving a mess of things he was getting for the night. Phil noticed this and thought that one of the kids made a mess...again. He cleaned up and went to sleep.

Sneeg was having a mini panic attack realizing he had almost been caught, that could have been really REALLY bad, when he was sure the human went to bed he continued his heist, he saw random bags on the table and peeked inside, there was A LOT of food, Sneeg thought the bags meant it was going to be thrown out so he took out as much food as he could and went back inside his tunnels, getting ready to sleep on his hand-made bed made from wool and matches.

Next morning:

-ALRIGHT! WHO THE FUCK TOOK ALMOST ALL OF THE GROCERIES I LEFT!- Sneeg heard the adult human yell, he realized what he had done and his antennas flew upwards and his eyes widened in fear.

-Not me! -The blonde one said

-Me neither -That was the brown haired one

-I didn't-The pink-haired said in confusion

-Well somebody took the food in here and if nobody confesses I will check the camera footage!-The adult human states.

Sneeg felt his heart stop. They had cameras. They were going to see him. They were going to KILL HIM, torture him! Maybe even put him in a jar and keep him as a pet! They were going to do experiments on him! Sell him! something awful was going to happen...But...If he left...He would not have to deal with this...He packed everything he could and when the adult went up into the attic to check the cameras he started to get out, it was going to be hard considering all 3 kids were in front of the door.

Meanwhile Phil:

-Okay now to check which one of these little shits stole all the food.-Phil pulls up the camera footage and watched closely, nobody was coming down, except for a small blur on the screen that went on the table and grabbed stuff, he thought it was a mouse but after zooming in he saw a small...Creature? it was wearing blue clothing, which looked like he just stitched random blue pieces of fabric and had antennas. He also reverted the camera footage to see the same thing peeking out of a mouse hole and getting ready to escape.

Phil bolts out of the room goes downstairs to see his sons in confusion on why he was so quickly running down the stairs, were they in that much trouble? Phil quickly notices the blue Creature near a window and grabs it on instinct.

Sneeg's heart was racing and he was squirming in the adults hand, trying to bite him but failing, he was screaming- or to say screeching and could barely see through his tears but all of them were staring at him.

-LET ME GO! LET ME GO! PLEASE! I'M SORRY! I WILL LEAVE! LET ME GO! DON'T HURT ME! -Sneeg was blurting out each word.

-D-dad what the fuck is that?!-The brown haired person shouts in confusion

-I-I don't know!-The adult says while tightening his grip, which makes the creature screech more.

Phil notices an empty jar on the table and puts the thing in there, which calms him down enough to stop screaming but still makes him even more panicked.

-L-LET ME OUT! I DON'T WANT TO BE A PET! I DON'T WANT TO BE ENSLAVED! I WANNA LEAVE! PLEASE!-Sneeg kept crying out.

-Uhm...What do we do with it?-The blonde kid tunes in.

-Well, we are not keeping him, he is clearly terrified but he has certain injuries that caught my attention...Also yes he was the one stealing the food.

-Eh whatever, I'm going back to my room to read-The pink haired one spoke up and went to his room.

Sneeg rolled up in a ball and was crying, for a long time until the lid of the jar opened up and the adult dropped some food in it, he was right, he was going to be a pet.

After eating the blonde kid picks up the jar and heads to his room, Sneeg is panicking being picked up but gets used to it quickly.

-Soo, how long have you been here?-He asks, Sneeg does not answer, still scared.

The kid taps the glass on the jar to have him speak up.

-A-A few months! d-don't do that again please...-Sneeg speaks up.

-Well, I'm Tommy! What's your name little one?-Tommy introduces himself, but Sneeg stays quiet for a few minutes before quietly saying:

-Sneeg.

-Nice to meet you.

-P-Please let me out, I don't want to be a pet...Please...

-Pet? You are not a pet?- Phil said you had some injuries he wants to help out with.

-O-oh...Can you still let me out?..

-Nuh uh, you will run away!

-I won't! please! I don't wanna be in here anymore!

-Ugh fine! but if you run away You and I are going to be in so much trouble.- Tommy opens the lid and pulls Sneeg out with his hand.

-No. Running. Away-He says while placing Sneeg on his bed, he does not run, even if he really wants to, Tommy will outrun him.

[igot-sarang-ggg]

Il bambino (La Squadra x Child reader)

Masterlist

Small Summary: On a mission Prosciutto and Pesci find the child of an ex-mafioso

Small mentions: SPOILERS, gn!reader, a bit fluff, death, spell check is out the window..

"Prosciutto are you sure about this?" I walked over to Pesci trying to calm him down, he acted like a mama's boy it's disgusting, "We have orders to kill an ex-mafioso. The boss sent us here and we need to complete his orders... got it." Pesci nodded. We proceeded in entering the apartment. 

Risotto mentioned that the ex-mafioso was married and had a child but the child lives with their mother so it should just be himself in the house. I manifested my stand Grateful Dead and wait for it to kill the Bastardo. "Pesci use Beach Boy to search the room." He used beach boy, "Big Bro I'm getting two heartbeats?!" I thought he was by himself. "One heartbeat is weaker than the other. Do you want me to make a move and kill them?"

"No. Here take this." I handed him a bag of ice and we headed inside. I signed Pesci to keep scanning the area using beach boy, "It's coming from the master bedroom." He whispered. I slowly opened the door and was met with a knife, I quickly stepped back before the person could stab me. The door was now fully opened revealing a child who seemed to be about nine or eleven years of age they were holding a knife in their hands.

"Who are you, people? Why did you hurt my dad?" There were tears drops rolling down the kids' eyes. "Please tell me why did you kill him!?" They raised their voice. Out of instinct I quickly grabbed the kid and covered their mouth preventing them from shouting anymore, "Prosciutto no!" Pesci grabbed the kid from my arms and knocked them out, I didn't realize I was about to break the kids neck. The kid was now unconscious in Pesci's arms. "We need to bring them to Risotto." Pesci carried the kid to the car and sat in the back sit with them. Shit, what do we do now?

I was the first to walk in, "How was the mission?" Ghiaccio asked. Everyone, looked at me, I adjusted my suit and opened the door wider, Pesci was holding the kid and walked into the room. He placed the kid down on the couch. "Prosciutto you care to explain what a child is doing with you?" Risotto asked. "This is the kid of the ex-mafioso we killed. It seems that they were visiting their father. We were careless."

The room was tense, Risotto would look at me and then back at the child, "And you thought to bring it here was a good idea?" Illuso asked. I didn't know what else to do then bring them here and see what Risotto's plan would be. "Let's keep them."

"What?!" Everyone shouted in surprise and Ghiaccio started ranting as usual, "Boss are you sure about this? Wouldn't having a kid with us be dangerous?" Formaggio asked while taking a closer look at the kid. "They're just a child and I can't imagine what's going through their head at the moment. And they did get a look at your faces and can easily report you to the police." Risotto stated, "If they do report you two then that could ruin our image. We'll just have to keep the kid until further notice."

After a few hours the kid woke up, Risotto told me to bring them to my room and wait until they woke up. I was sitting on my bed with their head on top of my lap. "Where am I? Where is my dad?! Who are you?!" I quickly shushed them stopping them from getting any louder. "Your father died. My name is Prosciutto you'll be put under my care alongside my companions, we will take care of you." They removed my hand from their lips, "So you killed my father?"

"Unfortunately, yes. We were paid to kill him since he betrayed the boss." The kid looked at me, "My mother told him countless times to stop being a mafioso but he never listened... What about my mom is she, okay?"

"No harm was placed on your mother our main target was your father." A few tears slid down their eyes, I wiped them away. "We're not gonna hurt you so don't worry. I think you'll like this new family, trust me." At first, they were shy and didn't want to talk to anyone of us not even Pesci, which is a gentler person. So of course, it took some time for them to adjust to us.

"Y/n, how was school?" Risotto asked as Y/n walked through the door. Each one of us were busy looking for information on our next target but was still listening to them, "It was okay..." I took a quick glance at Y/n. We are trained assassins and know when somethings bothering y/n just by body language, Y/n sighed, "Some kid threw mud on my cloth. Luckily I had a spare. But they ruined my favorite shirt." We all looked at Y/n, they were holding the shirt in their hands; the shirt was ripped and had mud stains on it. "That's the shirt we gave you for your birthday isn't it?" Melone asked. "Yeah," Y/n lowered their head balling their fist into a ball, "They said it was stupid and ugly, and were ripping it off of me." Y/n started crying.

I got up quickly from my sit, wrapping my arms around them, and holding them close to me, "Y/n it's okay. We can always get you a new shirt." The others came to them and join in the hug, "We'll get you something even better than that shirt!"

"Thanks. You guys are the best." Y/n hugged us back. I never thought having a kid with us would be fun.

I might make a second part to this

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All Of Me {Part 11 of 13}

Pairing: Robby Keene X Reader

Chapter word count: 2 K

Summary: Being the new girl in the Valley wasn't as bad as you expected, and you were finding your place when the dynamite you were living into exploded. You were kicked out of your house by your stepfather with nothing but a backpack with a few pieces of clothing. There was nowhere to go, and you were preparing yourself to spend the night in the streets when a guy finds you. After being invited to crash at his place, you didn't know the war you were walking into. A war you became determined to end.

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A Thousand Promises

“I thought they only did cars here.” You say as Robby pushes the bike. There's a weird noise coming from who knows where, and he brought it to the LaRusso Car Dealership.

“They do. But they might have what I need. Bring me a bottle of water in the back?”

“Sure.” You say and go in through the front door as Robby takes the bike straight to the back, where the workshop is.

You've been here a couple of times, so you know your way around. One of the employees waves at you, and nobody stops you when you go into the office area. You get into the first one you find. The walls are a pastel pink color, and the desk is full of papers. Piles of it, you count four before going to the small fridge and grabbing a bottle of water.

“(Y/N)!” The voice startles you, and the first instinct that comes to your brain is to fight. So when you turn around, you're already in a fighting position when you realize it's Sam. “Whoa, slow down, Cobra Kai, it's me.” She walks fast to the desk, puts down another pile of papers, all looking very old, and opens her laptop. “You scared me. I'm overwhelmed.”

“Anything I can help you with?”

She looks at you with a relieved face, but then, she shakes her head. “I don't want to bore you to death. I'm sure you have something far better to do.”

“Actually, I'm here because Robby has to check on some weird noises from his bike. So I'll have to wait for him anyway.”

“Alright, but you have to promise you won't start hating me in the process.”

She giggles, and so do you. “I'll take this to Robby and I'll be back in a sec.” She nods and off you go, to give your boyfriend his water, get a 'thank you' kiss, and go back to Sam, who looks so stressed out you wonder how her laptop is still alive. “Okay. First of all, take a deep breath, and tell me what you're doing.”

“Mom and Dad want me to learn how to run the business since it'll be mine and Anthony's. And that's fine because I do want to learn but this-” She gestures at the papers. “-I'm trying to understand how they put in the sales, how they categorize everything and I even wanted to implement a new system that will make things easier, keep it better organized... But I can't even understand how things are now.”

She sounds tired, exhausted even. And you can tell this is important to her. “By the bags under your eyes, you've been here since early morning.” She nods, rolls her eyes, then sits down on the chair behind the desk. “Can I look around the papers and see what exactly we're doing here?”

“Please, be my guest. There are some Excel tables I tried to put together. But good luck trying to understand it.”

Walking around the desk, you take drag one of the chairs with you and sit before her laptop. You go through the tables she made first, finding them very confusing. Then, you check the software they had made for the company, and then the papers. It takes a while for you to put all that information together, and you did have to ask Sam to explain some terms and names. But after some time, you take a blank sheet of paper and start writing it down. Then, you open a new Excel document and start recreating the tables.

You only realize you've been at it for some time when the door opens suddenly, and Robby comes inside, followed by Sam's mother. “We've been looking for you everywhere.” The woman says, looking confused.

“Yeah, I even thought you grew tired of waiting and left,” Robby says, coming to stand next to your chair, eyes on the colorful table you have on the laptop screen.

“Sorry.” You look for your phone, lost among the papers. There are two missed calls from Robby.

“You scared me, princess.” He bends down to place a kiss on your cheek. “But what's all that? This place looks like a war scenario.”

As he speaks, Sam drags her chair closer, looking at the laptop. “You color-coded my idea?”

You turn to look at her. “Yeah.”

“Both on Excel... And in our software?”

“Yeah. You didn't know you could do that?”

She ignores you, takes the laptop, and walks over to Mrs. LaRusso. “Check this out. That's what I told you about.”

Mrs. LaRusso takes the laptop and sits down on the couch near the small fridge, going through the pages. “Yes, now I get what you mean. It would take some time and we'd have to rewrite our forms to apply it but... It's very good. I'm a bit jealous I didn't think of it myself.”

“It was my idea, but I've spent the entire week trying to put it together. (Y/N) came in here and made it happen in two hours.”

Both women look at you, and you shrug your shoulders, taking your phone and getting up. “I just created a new form instead of altering the old ones.”

“You took one look at our software and created a new form?” Mrs. LaRusso asks.

“I needed Dad to sit and teach me how to even go through that thing,” Sam adds.

Again, you just shrug. The software is quite complicated and has a lot of different functions. “I just found my way around it.” You simply say, taking Robby's hand. “We have to go now. We need to clean the dojo again, and the Senseis, your Senseis, want to meet with us later today so we better get going.” You say as you let Robby guide you outside. His bike is good as new, he tells you, and he also promised to come back tomorrow to teach some new guys how to take this car thing out, fix it, and put it back again.

Back at the dojo, you put on some old clothes and start the cleaning. It was supposed to be a chore, but with Robby and some music, it's not that bad. You clean, dance, and make out. On and on it goes, until you're late for meeting Lawrence - who you're getting used to calling Johnny since you're dating his son - and LaRusso. So you fight Robby for the bathroom, he let you win, and you shower first. When you're coming out, already dressed, you're about to say something sassy when you see his face, as he talks on his phone.

“Alright. Thanks, but we won't be able to take it.” He says, and the expression on his face when he looks at you is of defeat. “Ok. Thanks.” And he hangs up.

“Who was it?” You ask, walking over to him and touching his jaw, fingers caressing his chin.

“That house with the white fences, the one you liked,” Robby mutters, putting the phone in his pocket, sad eyes locked on yours. “They want too much upfront, or else they won't rent it. So I can't afford it.”

Sighing, you nod, biting the inside of your cheek. Houses in the Valley are expensive. At least to you, with only Robby working, and on a part-time job that pays him less because of his backstory. “I'm waiting for some places to call me. The kind lady from that restaurant said I'll probably get the job.”

“Even if you get the job, it's too much, we'd have barely enough to pay the bills.”

There's nothing left to say, so you just hug him, your head on his chest, the beating of his heart everything you hear. “If we have to stay here, we could make some adjustments. Separate it from the dojo.” As Robby speaks, you can feel he's not happy about it. He wants to grow, but things aren't always easy, not in the beginning.

“We have time. We don't have to rush.” You assure him, pulling away just enough to kiss him.

“Just stay with me.”

“I will. It doesn't matter if we're in a mansion or in a kitchenette. I'm with you.” When Robby smiles, all the sadness is gone, so you kiss him once again. But you break apart when his phone rings.

“It's my Dad. We're late.”

“Go shower, babe.” Another peck on the lips and he gets into the bathroom as you wait in the living room.

Fifteen minutes later you're getting on his bike, and in some more minutes, you're pulling into the address LaRusso gave you. Robby takes his phone as he waits by the curb, checking LaRusso's text. “Is it right?” He asks, showing you his phone.

“19223 Saticoy St, Reseda.” You read in a low voice, looking to your right. “South Seas. 19223. It's here.” Getting off the bike, you take a better look at the building. The walls are painted a pale blue, and there are palm trees and bushes framing the facade. It's pretty. “Let's check if they're in there.”

Robby raises an eyebrow at you. “You just want to see how it is on the inside.”

“You know me so well.” Giving him a sassy smile, you start walking to the front gate.

“(Y/N), wait,” Robby says, holding your arm gently. “I checked this place already. We can't afford it either. And it's really nice, it has a pool and everything.”

Smiling, you step closer. “Robby, I just want to see it. It won't make me sad that we don't have a pool or whatever.” A kiss and you take his hand, walking to the gate.

It's open, so you just push it and walk in. There's an entrance, with small boxes on one side for the mail, but what gets your attention is the pool, straight ahead. As you move further inside, you see stairs and apartments on both sides, and there are more in the back, beyond the pool.

“Super cool.” You say, getting closer to the pool and smiling to see two kids on the kid's pool, build as a round, smaller pool next to the big one.

“It's a nice place, yeah.” He comes to stand next to you, a hand on your waist. “I know a crazy kid when I see one. And those two will grow up to be trouble.”

That makes you giggle, and you start laughing when the two boys start fighting, making a blonde woman get up from her place in the shade to pull them apart.

“(Y/N)! Robby!” The yell comes from the balcony upstairs, and both you and Robby follow the sound, finding both Senseis up there, looking... Weirdly happy. “Come up here,” LaRusso says, and you exchange a glance with Robby before moving to the stairs.

“Do you think it's part of the plan?” You ask Robby.

“The plan is settled, We just need the Tournament to happen.”

Then you just shrug, following the Senseis through the balcony, and follow them into one of the apartments. You wonder if this is a surprise party. But it's your birthday already passed, and Robby's too.

“I'm a little anxious, so if you could just tell us what this is about already...” You say when you get inside the apartment. The place is neat, bigger than your place, with simple furniture, ready to live. “Did something happen?”

“What do you think?” LaRusso asks, gesturing vaguely at the place.

“About what?” Robby asks right back, shrugging.

“About my newest investment.” He replies, looking through the window. You take a peek, and from here, there's a beautiful view from the pool. “When I came to California, I lived here. It was a mess, and it was abandoned a year ago. So I decided to buy it and turn it into the amazing place I wanted it to be when I first got here.”

Still, you don't get it. “It is a nice place. Has this California vibe about it.”

“And what about your new apartment?” Johnny speaks, crossing his arms and walking around the living room. “I really like it.”

At that, you take a step back, and then a laugh erupts from your throat. “Oh, yeah. Nice try.” You say, chuckling. “But we can't afford it. Your reformations were probably what raised the price, Mr. LaRusso.”

“Did I ask for anything?”

“Mr. LaRusso, I don't get it”, Robby says, and when you look at him, it's clear he's as confused as you are. “What are you-”

“I wish I had a little push when I was your age. So now that I can, I'll give you that little push.” Again, he gestures at the whole place. “I set this apartment for the two of you. No rent, nothing. It's a gift, for as long as you want to live here, and don't even think about saying no.”

Saying no? You don't even know what to think. You're frozen, speechless. “Mr. LaRusso, I don't even know-”

“Don't say anything. Just start getting your things here.” He cuts Robby off. And there are tears in your eyes, so you turn around to hide them.

Robby comes to hug you, pulling you tight against his chest. “Do you want to do this?” He asks in a low voice, and you nod.

“I think we should give the little doves some alone time,” Johnny says, and you hear as they leave the apartment, your apartment, and close the door.

“So...”

“So...” He mutters, and you can hear the smile on his face. “When we find good jobs, we'll force him to accept our rent.”

“Can I be the one to throw the money over his garden gate after he insists on not taking it?” You ask, and you both laugh. “This is good, Robby...”

“This is great.” He says, looking down at you. “I love you, (Y/N).”

His words take you by surprise, and they make you cry, even more, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love you too.”

The kiss that follows tastes like a thousand promises. Like future. It's long, passionate... It's the best kiss you had. Until now.

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[sleepless-strawberry]

[WP] You leave home to get a few essentials from the gas station. By your watch, it's been about ten minutes. But when you get home...you find your wife and infant daughter have aged 30 years. You've been missing all that time.

Sunday, 26th of March 2023. All in all, a day like any other. As it was a weekend I spent the day relaxing and kicking back. Of course I had to watch over little Cathy. But my wife, Helen deserved rest as much as I did so I couldn't possibly refuse her.

The problem started when we run out of something. Some fruits for Helen's diet, Potatoes for the soup. And finally milk for porridge. By then it was late, the sun had long set and the only thing that could be open was a nearby gas-station. It was on a nearby street so I hopped into my 2014 Nissan Altima and sped off. To my misfortune the gas station was closed as according to the note left out front they couldn't find anyone to take the shift.

I was a bit annoyed but quickly enough I got out my phone and a quick search on google maps let me know of a nearby gas station. Not far. Much closer than any of the other gas stations and I didn't want to leave Helen waiting for long.

Though I didn't know the gas station I quickly rode off. It was open. Quite literally, the door was wide open being held by a small stone at it's foot. "Thank god" I thought. I started grabbing what I needed, that's when I heard him. "Heya, you lost, boy?"

I turned around to see a teen, a young adult at most behind me. He sat on a folding chair to the side of the counter. Wearing a baseball cap despite the lack of sun. A plain t-shirt and some shorts despite the small chill wind on account of the open door. He was chewing on a straw. Weird there aren't any fields around.

"No, I'm not lost, I know this area well enough. Also I'm not a boy." I replied. Perhaps harsher than necessary but it didn't matter as he only replied with "no you're lost."

I didn't want to talk anymore so I quickly picked out my shopping in silence and went to pay but then the teen called out for me again "I won't bother scanning all these. The machine's broken. I'm the only employee just hand me say... 10 bucks and be on your way." My bill was 12.37 dollars so I didn't reject his offer. Handed him a single note and as I was leaving he said to me "I pity you, boy."

Not wanting to start an argument I only glared and then took my leave. I arrived home. Pulling the bag of groceries out of the car I walked over to the front door. I checked my SANDA sport wrist-watch as my hand instinctively put the key into the key hole and unlocked the door.

"Mike?" I responded to Helen's voice as she looked up. "Yes, Helen?" That's when I froze. Just liked Helen had. She looked different. Older. So much older. Cathy was also still. And also older. She looked like she was in her 20s or 30s. "Dad?" The word was like a gunshot, as quiet as it was it set things in motion. Our voice blurred together into a mix of mindless screaming. Panic. "Why? What's going? Why are you still so young? Why are you so old? Why did you leave?"

I never thought of myself as a coward. But I couldn't face the music. Couldn't stand their pained expressions. I ran. Climbed into my 2014 Nissan Altima and sped off. Again. This time however. Much, much,, much faster.

I'm not sure how but I ended up at the gas station. The boy was no longer there. Just a note "Employee's wanted!"

He was a jerk. I know he's been through a lot as well but he was a jerk nonetheless. That's why I tried being better than him.

So now you know. Why that happened to you. I really am sorry for not telling you when you first came here. I didn't want to scare you. Or maybe I though that it was inevitable. But truthfully I just hoped that unlike me you'd make it work. That you wouldn't come back. Oh well. That's too bad now is it.

Take care, oh and do take care of this gas station, eh? It may be cursed but what's the point of living in filth. Goodbye, stranger.

[mctreeleth]

A couple of years ago for my birthday my parents decided they would pay for us to go on The Overland, which is the train between Adelaide and Melbourne - they had gotten to do part of it for practical, "needing to get somewhere without a car" reasons, but I had missed out, which is deeply unfair because I love trains. Just, so much. 

Trains delight me in the same way that an old mechanical sewing machine does, but I also love them in a more romanticised sense as well - as someone whose brain is always going every which way, with no real ultimate destination, who struggles with follow-through and maintaining momentum, trains are, frankly, aspirational. To me a train is like a cool older cousin who has their shit together, a wild animal you are sometimes lucky enough to spot out in nature, an amazing piece of engineering, and a monument to the amazing power of a society working together to make infrastructure, all rolled into one big machine that even non-sentimental people are sometimes willing to concede might just be the kind of technology to have a soul. I love trains.

So naturally I was pretty bummed when shortly after, covid hit and the borders closed, stopping the passenger train from running. Then came a brief period when the service looked like it would never restart, before the state governments stepped in with additional funding to keep the service going. Finally, the borders were open, we were all triple vaxxed, and me, Mum, Dad and my other train-loving sister were free at the same time to do Adelaide-Melbourne on the Sunday and Melbourne-Adelaide on the Monday.

Then the service got cancelled and replaced with a bus route. Then that happened again the following week. We still don't know if it was a case of not enough seats being occupied to make the trip economically viable for the company, or if something else was going on, but finally, we had confirmation; the train was going to be doing that trip, we were going to be on it.

We got to the station at the ungodly time of 6.45am for a 7.45 departure, and the lady at the counter made the usual casual conversation of "what are you travelling for?" type questions as she checked us in, and when Mum told her that she (pointing to me, basically vibrating with excitement) just really loves trains so we paid for the trip for her birthday, we’re coming back again tomorrow, the lady was like, oh yes, we get families doing that, and looked over at another family; mum, dad, visibly excited assumedly-also-autistic adult son seated in the terminal. They also went out to watch the locomotive being attached to the carriages, but they had booked in the premium carriages so we didn't see them except for again the next morning, as they also boarded back to Adelaide, the actual destination little more than a dull, 12 hour gap in the joyous experience that is getting to be on a train. 

I wonder if he was also the only one of his group not to have a nap on the journey. Being on a train is too interesting to sleep through, even if the majority of the journey is just wheat paddocks. Still, that is enough for my family to invent a wild conspiracy in the central highlands of Victoria regarding stolen windmill blades, which I am sure absolutely baffled the other people sitting nearby.

Travelling through the Adelaide Hills was definitely my favourite part, but there was also a few hours travelling alongside the highway that I drive to go back home, a drive I always spend hoping to see a train. I never do it at the same time as The Overland, but about a third of my drives I get to see the cargo train at some point. I hope all the drivers we passed were as excited to see us as I would have been.

We pointed out broken down classic car bodies and old boats in back yards that my sister and dad could buy and restore as we passed through tiny towns, even going so far as to drop some pins on google maps at ones they were thinking about maybe making a roadtrip to go and make an offer on. 

And we arrived in Melbourne, checked into our hotel, went to the casino for dinner, Mum and Dad played the pokies for half an hour while my sister and I found a bar and skulled two beers each, and then spent another half an hour battling fierce indigestion as we tried to all find each other to go back to the hotel. And then we got up very early the next morning, sat on the other side of the train, and went the other way. 

My family napped for a bit, Dad spent an hour eagle-eyed back on the other side looking for a boat in a paddock that Mum and I had spotted the day before, it rained a bit as we went through the hills again, we absolutely smoked a metro train that was going boring metro-train speeds though Lynton, and arrived 5 minutes early, which would have been a bummer for me but for the fact that I was still rising high on the thrill of going so much faster than that other train.

Dad thinks we should just do the whole of the east coast little by little, taking cheap flights when they come up to do the Melbourne-Sydney, Sydney-Brisbane, and Brisbane-Far North Queensland journeys over the next couple of years. I am very keen.

[reallyromealone]

Despite (name) seemingly being the calmer one in the relationship, he was the one who threw the fuck down when need be.

And it was glorious.

When he learned that Billy was being shitty to little max again, he almost lost it on the blond.

"Baby I'm gonna shave his head when he sleeps" (name) said seriously to Eddie while cupping the brunettes cheeks lovingly "I will get a seam ripper and rip seams in all his clothing so they slowly fall apart while he wears them"

Eddie loved it when (name) was like this.

When he was an absolute menace.

"Put mashed potato mix in his gas tank..."

Eddie wanted to cackle at (name)s revenge plots as their little pup sat in his arms, completely unaware that his dam wanted to commit crimes for the sake of his packmate.

"I have no doubts in your abilities baby"

"Next time I see him I'm running him over"

"Baby remember the rules" Eddie chastised as he let his pup play with his ringed fingers "leave no evidence" (name) groaned "exactly so no car hitting"

"...fine..."

"Thank you"

Back in high school billy was down bad for (name), one of the few omegas in his opinion that were worth his time and he was always hella salty that (name) picked the freak over him and what could he say? He had a thing for Dilfs (dams id love to fuck) and (name) definitely fit that category now.

He's down to be that pups step dad he won't even try to deny.

The thing is (name) despised him deeply.

Like willing to commit a felony onto him.

And he almost had a few times.

He was terrifying and hot.

"Stop staring at me you pervert" (name) said with venom in his tone as he was halted by Billy in the grocery store, the man very much objectifying (name) to filth much to the omegas disgust.

"C'mon babydoll don't be like that" Billy said trying to flirt with the Omega who all but hissed at him "piss off sweaty"

"You wanna see me sweaty?"

"I will literally hit you with my car"

"I see something I wanna hit"

Billy leaned closer and that's when (name) had enough"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PERVERT!" he yelled and everyone turned to look at the scene and Billy tisked as people began whispering amongst themselves because why was an alpha harrassing an Omega and their pup? Billy gave him one last look before leaving the store.

Finishing up his shopping he went to customer service in the grocery shop and borrowed their phone and called Eddie to come get him, he didn't feel safe at the moment.

Eddie came in record time and immediately went and checked on his Omega and pup "I got extra sugar..." (Name) mumbled and Eddie looked confused "gonna fucking ruin that car"

"And I won't stop you angel"

Eddie drove (name) home, helping him unpack before grabbing the baby bag "what are you doing?" (Name) asked curiously "you're coming with me to the shop" Eddie's alpha instincts were going wild at this point and didn't want (name) alone and the Omega didn't stop him.

"What's (name) doing here?" Dustin asked curiositly as the couple walked into the store, it was winter break so all the pups were here ((name) didn't care that they were around sixteen at this point, they were still babies go him) "Billy tried hitting on me at the grocery store and Eddie doesn't want me alone" (name) said simply as he went and sat down beside his little brother, (sons name) babbling excitedly at his uncle "are you alright?" Max asked worriedly to the older Omega and (name) just smiled sweetly "I am but he won't be"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't worry about it little Sparrow"

And no one dared ask further questions as (name) turned his attention to the game table"so what are you guys doing?"

"Working on a campaign for new years"

"Interesting... Oh! I need you guys to come over tomorrow to get your Christmas gifts" (name) said suddenly"except for you dusty, you can wait"

The Hendersons and Munson families were having one big Christmas at (name) and Eddies house and (name) and Eddie had that shit planned.

The two would prep any foods that didn't need to be cooked day of the night before and wake up nice and early to start the meal and dessert.

It was their first Christmas with (sons name) and they did go overboard for him they won't deny.

The rest of the day was spent with Eddie at work, helping him with orders and inventory as their pup hung out with his many aunts and uncles.

The next morning though apparently Billy was pissed and hunting down whoever put sugar in his gas tank.

He never figured it out.

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Yankee Rose | J.H.S. | 0.1

Summary: Getting called back to Top Gun couldn't have come at a better time for Erica "Miami" Kazansky. This was her fourth time being called back to Top Gun, and the failing marriage made her as excited as ever to go back. As one chapter ends, another one begins, but the connotation of that statement is up to interpretation.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC Erica "Miami" Kazansky

Content warnings: Angst, cursing, cheating

i. California Dreamin'

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A knock on the door to the empty conference room made Erica stop fillng out paperwork. As she looked up, one of the other lieutenants walked in.

"Uh, the Admiral sent me for you. He says it's urgent."

Erica scrambled to put the papers back in a folder and grab her bag. She exchanged niceties with some of her colleagues on the way to the Admiral's office. She had never done anything wrong, but she always had anxiety about meeting with her higher ups.

"Congratulations. You've been called back to Top Gun. You're expected in Fightertown at the end of the week. Now, get out of here. Go home."

"I have paperwork that I need to-"

"Go home, lieutenant. We'll worry about the paperwork later. You spend all of your days here."

"Thank you, sir."

She left the forms at the Admiral's desk before heading to her car. The drive from Naval Air Station Oceana to her house wasn't a long one, but she decided to make a few stops on the way. Mark had taken a few days off, so it didn't surprise her that he was home. The house was fairly quiet when she walked in, so she hung her keys up and put the shopping bags on the kitchen counter.

She was about to pour herself a glass of water when she heard giggling from upstairs. Instincts took over, and she practically ran up the stairs. To say that she was surprised was an understatement. Mark was laying in bed, naked with some other woman.

"What the fuck?!" Erica exclaimed.

"I can explain!"

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I'll see myself out," the other woman said as she jumped out of the bed and put her clothes on.

Erica walked over to the closet and pulled her military issued duffel bag down, along with a backpack. She didn't look at him once as she ran around the room, throwing things into her bag. It was when he yelled at her that she finally turned around and faced him.

"I want you out of my house by ten. You know, I got called back to Top Gun. I'm leaving in a few days. And that explanation better be a damn good one because I seriously don't think I can forgive you."

She gave him time to think, she really did. It felt like forever, but time always seems to pass by slower when you're in silence.

"You always come home late and you won't have sex with me. We've been together for eight years. What else was I supposed to do?"

"Are you fucking serious?! You expect me to forgive you when you come up with a shitty excuse like that? What are you gonna say next? That it was an accident? Don't even start that with me."

"It won't happen again. I swear."

"It doesn't matter. I'm done. We're done. You knew what my work consisted of when we started dating, and you wanted to marry me. We're here because you put us here. So don't put the blame on me because you decided to sleep with someone else."

At that point, they were facing each other in the kitchen. Erica put her bag by the door and Mark, who was now dressed, had his bag slung over his shoulder. The house was quiet for a few moments before Erica took her wedding ring off and shoved it in Mark's face. He pocketed the ring before walking out of the front door.

Erica refused to cry about the situation. Hours passed and Mark was starting to get his stuff out of the house. He handed her his key and she knew that it was really over. As she sat on the couch with a glass of wine and an episode of The Big Bang Theory on in the background, her phone started ringing. It was her mom. The first thing that Erica did was mention the fact that she was divorcing Mark.

"I mean, with dad's health being the way that it is, I can talk to Admiral Simpson to see if he can let me stay closer to you guys. It's only like an hour away from Fightertown."

"That sounds good. What day do you plan on coming back? We can pick you up from the airport."

"Well, I was gonna be on the next flight out. It's been such a weird day. I haven't even bought my ticket."

"Okay, well, text me your flight info when you get it. I gotta go, dinner's ready. Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you."

"Love you, too."

As Erica put her wine glass in the dishwasher and started it, her phone chimed with a text from Rooster.

"Guess who got called back," it said. Her heart sank. She graduated at the top of their class, so it made sense for her to get called back. But Rooster? He was good, no one could deny that, but the mission had to have been something incredibly dangerous for both of them to get called back at the same time.

"Me too."

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[froggy-frogz]

hey i saw your request we're open and was wondering if you wouldn't mind doing jinx with a gn! reader who had heterochromia, maybe a some angst to fluff of the reader getting picked on for their eye color (i don't care what color) and jinx protecting them? Or anything you feel comfortable doing with a heterochromia reader i'm not picky 🤷

A/N: I don't mind at all! Also hey, if anyone is ever wondering if I'll do a request, chances are, if my requests are open and they meet my requesting things, I will do it! It may take a couple of days cause sometimes I have to force myself to write akjhsfdhs but I will do it! Anyway, I did a fic for your request, I hope you enjoy anon! Also, I thought it'd be cool to have either one of two things happen with the reader's eye but I ended up deciding on one so hehe

Jinx x GN!Reader

[My attempt at] Angst to Fluff

You grew up your entire life in Zaun, nothing much shocked or surprised you. For living in such... a place, you were pretty content with your life. Your days mainly consisted of hanging around your girlfriend, wandering the markets grabbing shit either for yourself, or for her, or doing odd tasks for your girlfriend's dad. They weren't even that bad of tasks. It was honestly like being an errand-runner.

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However, today felt different to you, and you couldn't shake the feeling that things were going to only get worse for you. Jinx was busy tinkering and you were fine with that! You didn't mind letting her do her own thing, that wasn't what bothered you, but as you would cross thing after thing from your list, you felt some sort of worry twist deeper and deeper into your stomach.

It felt as if you were being followed, but you knew you weren't. If anything, living with Jinx, and ultimately, the King of Zaun himself, you knew how to decently protect yourself.

Thank Gods, only 3 more things to go.

You weren't kidding about being an errand-runner, but again, you didn't mind it. It put money in your pocket. Silco paid you pretty well depending on how quickly you got everything, and you, after some time, got pretty quick at it.

The markets were easy to navigate as well, and for the most part, none of the vendors would ever pick a fight with you. If anything the combination of your persuasion skills and maybe more the fact you worked for Silco helped you get better prices on things. It was also nice to see some of the same vendors as well.

Your favorite, however, was this older woman, who at the end of your runs you'd see as now and then picked up some fresh bread for you to split with Jinx.

After you finished up with your list, you fastened your bag and decided you'd grab bread. You had extra money to spend, and as long you didn't spend more than was allotted to you, you could keep the extra.

You figured you'd take a shortcut, as the less time you spent on your errand, the sooner you could get back. This proved to be the wrong choice, as you didn't even make it halfway when you were stopped.

"Heya freakshow."

Oh jeez, what now. You turned to be face to face with three scruffy-looking dudes. You'd seen them before, but they had never given you attention before. What was it now?

"You work for Silco right?" One asked, eyeing you up and down.

Gods you hated them eyeing you more than anything, it made your skin itch as their eyes dusted up and down you.

"What about it? Look, I'm in no mood to be bothered with you three right now." You turn to step away when your arm is grabbed tugging you to stay.

"You're a freak."

Huh, what a charmer.

You were about to open your mouth to spit back an insult when you were beaten to it, "We were going to just take your shit but after seeing you face to face it looks like your freaky eye might be worth more than what's in your bag."

Instinctively your hand flies to your face, cupping your eye as you glare at them, "Ever heard of heterochromia, dipshit." You snort, "Or are you two stupid to even know what it means when someone has two different colored eyes."

"It's not that," They pause, their nails digging into your skin making you wince, "It's more the fact it's a nice red like your boss's. Though it is pretty funny."

You wrench your arm away, and as you do, you draw blood from how tight this dick's nails were in your arm.

"Yeah," Another one opens his mouth, snickering like it was the funniest joke he'd ever heard, "It's really funny. You working under that freak and having an eye just like him. Guess that's why you work under him."

If anything their words stung more than the scratches on your arm. You were pretty self-conscious about your eyes, and you had even at one point thought about wearing a contact to cover them. It was only because of her that you didn't, as she would always go on and on about how she loves your eyes.

You were in a tough spot now though, as you snapped back to reality. They had managed to get you in a corner. Sure you could probably beat them just enough to get away but you'd be putting the stuff you bought at risk of being ruined. That would be worse than being roughed up.

"How about you hand over your shit then, if you don't want to loose an eye." The dude with the disgustingly long nails takes a swipe at your bag and you move out of the way.

"How about you suck my dick." You spit, keeping your bag away from them.

There was no way in hell that you were going to let them take your shit as you'd have to use your own silver to buy back all the shit on the list and you weren't not going to do that.

No thanks to your loud mouth though, as you had only made things worse now, as all three flushed an upset red, before all making a swipe at you.

Suddenly, the alleyway was covered in thick smoke, all three falling back, coughing. You felt yourself being grabbed by the backpack and dragged to the exit, where you were let go, and when you turned, you saw the welcomed sight of blue hair

That was some decent timing.

"C'mon, let's get out of here." Jinx huffed, taking your hand.

Her eyes flickered to your arm, but she didn't say anything as she pulled you along, you two running away, not stopping until you were all the way back at her hideout.

- - -

Once back, you collapsed on her couched, curled up in a ball with your bag on the ground. Nothing was damaged, well besides your arm.

Jinx had disappeared after you had gone through your stuff, only to return within a minute, gauze and some sort of cleanser in her hand.

"I went looking for you," She sat down next to you, and after a second, you not-so-willingly gave her your arm, "I was about done and was surprised you weren't back by now. I checked that bread lady's place and you weren't even there."

"Sorry I scared you." You mumble, wincing as the liquid Jinx poured onto your arm burned, "I didn't mean too."

"You didn't scare me. I knew you were fine." She huffed, poking my knee to draw my attention to her, "If anything I was and am worried. What the hell happened?"

I let out a snort, leaning into her, my head tucked under her chin as she dries my arm off, "They were trying to take my shit, and, well when I didn't give it to them, they tried to take it by force... They also were pretty set on insulting my eye."

Her arm tensed beneath me as she let out another, more angry-sounding huff, "Why can't people can't keep their mouth shut?"

When I don't say anything, she rests her chin on my head, "I love your eyes. I think they look badass. Don't care how many times I have to tell you."

I pull away, fixing my position to sit next to her, my arm still resting comfortably on her lap.

"I know. Remembering what you told me before helped it not hurt as much." I sigh, rubbing my neck, before looking at her, smiling, "I don't know what I would do without you."

"And I don't know what I'd do without you, trinket," She grins, pressing a kiss to my nose, "I did grab some bread earlier, if you did want to eat."

"I'd really love that."

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You Get Sick in the Back of an Uber

AN: so this was a story i have had in my drafts for like three months and just never found motivation to finish it. i decided to finish this first out of my drafts because it was one of the ones that had the most already written for it. unlike some of my others that don't have much written yet. and this was supposed to be longer but i got lazy and ended the end with no dialogue and shorted the story. but i guess that's fine because the main part of this was the uber incident and not necessary the aftercare. (i just love to always include aftercare whether its with sex or getting sick. unless its a blurb) @harryhoney-bee suggested number 1. on my voting post so thank you for requesting i finish this one shot idea that was in my drafts.

This story contains: puke, drunken person, caring husband

{ husband!harry - dad!harry - Grammys 2021 Harry - 4 kids (any age you imagine) }

word count: 1765

When you drink too much at the Grammys, you end up having to get sick in the uber ride home and Harry cares for you.

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Back Story-

After the Grammys, Harry and I decided to go to the little after party that was being held for the Grammy attendees. We knew we couldn't stay too long because we had to get back home to our kids. They were currently with our babysitter but she couldn't stay all night. She has to go home at some point. So we made sure to watch the time.

At the afterparty, drinks were flowing. I haven't drank in a while due to the fact I had been pregnant not too long ago. This was the first night I was allowed to drink and I decided to do just that. Harry was aware of me drinking and promised to watch and take care of me. Though we were at this afterparty for him, he wanted me to let loose and have some fun as well.

But what he wasn't expecting was for me to drink the amount I did. I didn't mean to go over board. It just kind of happened. People handing out drinks left and right and next thing I knew, I was drunk. Not tipsy, drunk. When Harry noticed how drunk I was, he decided it's best to go home.

And because Harry also had drank some alcohol, he wasn't in a state to drive either. By no means was he as drunk as me though. Maybe just tipsy but he didn't want to risk it. So he decided to call an uber for us.

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Current-

We're sitting in the back of the uber on our way home. It's about an hour drive since the city is crowded with traffic due to the Grammys. Right about now is when I regret drinking any alcohol tonight. Because I haven't drank in over a year, my body isn't use to the poison running through my veins. So you could say I'm a lightweight now. My head is throbbing. My vision is blurry. My stomach is turning. Lets just say I regret all my decisions tonight that lead to me feeling this way.

"Harrrrry I don't feel good." I manage to slur out.

"You probably should have stuck to champagne instead of vodka my love." Harry responds, while stroking my hair out of my face in a gentle manner.

Another 10 minutes pass and I'm feeling very nauseous. I'm trying to focus on my breathing but it's not working.

"Harry my stomach hurts." I whisper with hooded eyes.

"Like you're gonna be sick?" Harry questions with panic.

I nod my head and hear Harry asking the driver if he can pull over.

"Can you pull over? My wife is feeling ill." Harry frantically questions the uber driver up front.

"I'm sorry sir but this freeway is packed and there is no way I can get to the side of the road right now." the driver says with a bit of an attitude.

Hearing that made me and Harry both start to panic.

"Well do you have any sick bags in here?" my husband asks.

"Sorry I don't." the driver retorts in a uncaring tone. What kind of uber driver doesn't carry sick bags for when drunks potentially need a ride but feel like they are going to be sick?

I just barley hear Harry let out a frustrated sigh and turn to me.

"Try and relax love. Take deep breaths for me, alright." Harry whispers while rubbing my back as I'm slumped over his body, too disoriented to even hold my head up.

About 3 minutes later, I feel vomit rise up my throat. There isn't much I can to do. The driver already said he couldn't pull over, nor does he have sick bags. I sit up from my slouched position and clasp a hand over my mouth. My legs are bouncing up and down. I'm trying desperately not to puke but I'm doing a poor job. Harry is sitting up with me, trying to comfort me but his words are all a blur at this point.

"If you have to be sick darling, let it out. I'll pay to get this uber cleaned, okay." Harry states in my ear. I know he'd rather not have me puke on the floor of the uber, right beside him, but he can tell I'm struggling and in discomfort.

Hearing those words was all the conformation I needed. I remove my hand from my mouth and let out a gush of alcoholic bile spew from my mouth and onto the backseat floor board. Harry gathers my hair in his hands so it's not in my face. My vomit splatters all over my legs and on the bottom of Harry's Gucci suit. I'd feel terrible about that if I wasn't so out of it, but my mind is a mushed up blur.

"Shhh, that's it. You're alright." Harry reassures me. The uber driver lets out a sigh of disgust, but this is truly his fault that I'm throwing up in his uber right now anyways.

Heave after heave, I let out more of the alcohol that was poisoning my system, right onto the floor. It's not a pretty sight. I'm having a cold sweat and my body is trembling. Though Harry has a weak stomach, when it comes to his wife (me) or his kids, he can always handle a bit of throw up. Or a lot like currently. It's like a fatherly/husband instinct that comes over him and he feels only adrenaline, not yuck.

Finally I feel my stomach relax and I sit up, breathing heavy with vomit dripping down my chin. Without thinking, I wipe it off with the back of my hand and smear it on my already ruined dress. "Feeling better?" Harry asks in a low tone.

"Mhmm." I hum, not really feeling like talking. My drunken brain has cleared up some from the majority of the alcohol being out of my system, but I still feel the after affects drinking brings. I just lean my head on Harry's shoulder for the rest of the ride home and allow the cool breeze to blow on my face. The uber driver did us all a favor by rolling the windows down so we didn't suffocate on the nasty smell of my sick.

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After-

When we arrived home, Harry payed the uber driver, not giving much of a tip and told him that he'd have someone clean his car out in the morning. As well as a half assed apology for my incident beings it could have been prevented. Then carefully, Harry lifted me out the uber and carried me into our Los Angeles home. Good thing our kids were all asleep because they shouldn't have to see their mother like this. Covered in puke and half drunk.

Harry took me to our bathroom and quickly ran down stairs to pay our babysitter, hoping she didn't question my appearance when she saw my state as we came through the front door. She didn't thankfully and left soon after her check was handed to her. Harry came back up to where he left me and helped me clean up and get ready for bed.

He stripped us of our vomit covered clothes and helped me into the big walk-in shower we have in our master bathroom. Then after he delicately washed our bodies along with my hair, he helped us out and dried us off. We brushed our teeth, me with the help of my husband because I was still a bit dizzy. After we're clean of sick and smelt fresh, he helped me put some panties and a t-shirt over my nude body and boxers on himself; just incase our kids woke up and needed us for whatever reason.

Harry helped me into our large bed and tucked me in, bending down to kiss my forehead. Then he walked down to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water and a bucket incase I needed to be sick again at some point through-out the rest of the early morning. When he had all the items he intended to grab, Harry came back to our bedroom where I was already passed out with sleep.

So he just set the water on my night stand and the bucket on the floor, beside my side of the bed. Then Harry quietly exited our room and went to each of our child's bedrooms to make sure they were fine and still asleep like they should be, which they thankfully were.

When everything was done and taken care of, Harry turned the bedroom lights out and slipped in the covers with me. He helped my body scoot over and I cuddled into his warm body. I didn't realize it in my state of sleep but I knew when I awoke, I'll be thinking about how grateful I am to have a wonderful husband like Harry.

He takes such good care of me. He didn't get upset that I drank too much on his special night and accidently got wasted. He never once got upset that I basically got throw up on his expensive suit tonight in the uber. He didn't get annoyed that he had to shower both me and him past midnight, though he was exhausted. Harry loves taking care of me (and our kids) and wouldn't wish for any other life. Even when his life becomes chaotic and stressful. Harry loves his family dearly and his family love him just as much or more.

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Long time no see. I hope your doing well since the last time you did requests. Speaking of which, I've got a sweet one for you, Zarkon spending a day with his child and they end up taking their first steps, all the way towards their father. Also, I know Zarkon is cannotically a shit dad but hey we can all dream XD

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Awww 💖 I'd be happy to write this 😊

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While Haggar was busy creating something in her lab, Zarkon was in charge of watching their daughter, you. Your Dayak was out sick, so he was the only person who wasn't busy and could be trusted not to lose you. You were nearly a year old, meaning that you were very active. You weren't too chatty, much to Zarkon's relief, but you crawled around and walked along furniture a lot; it wouldn't be very long until you started walking on your own. While you sat on the metal floor of the throne room with your favorite stuffed toy, you looked up at your father.

Zarkon glanced down at you every so often, making sure that you didn't crawl away. He strongly disliked it when Lotor was underfoot, but he oddly didn't mind you. You really wanted attention from your father, so you began crawling in his direction. Zarkon tensed when he saw you crawling toward him, knowing that you wanted attention. If you didn't get attention, you would start crying loudly and he did not want you to start crying.

"Do you wish for my attention, little one?" Zarkon asked you, raising an eyebrow as he watched your tiny form move across the floor.

You smiled as you crawled over to your father, feeling a little slowed down. Everyone around you walked on two legs, and you wanted to walk on two legs, too. You sat down after a moment, thinking as hard as your baby mind could as you tried figuring out how to walk. You placed your feet flat on the floor along with your hands, sitting upright like your mother's cat. Slowly, you pushed yourself up until you were standing on only two legs.

You stood on wobbly legs, trying to get a feel for standing on only two limbs instead of four. Feeling a strange instinct kicking in, Zarkon quickly got out of his throne, walked down the steps and knelt down on the floor a few feet in front of you. You smiled as you looked at your father, taking one wobbly step towards him. When you didn't fall over, you put one foot in front of the other.

"Come here, Y/G/n." Zarkon spoke with the gentlest tone he could muster in an attempt of not seeming scary.

You tried walking a little faster, which only resulted in you tripping over your own feet and stumbling towards your father. Zarkon acted quickly and caught you before your face hit the floor. You giggled when your father caught you with his large hands, your laughter echoing throughout the throne room as you were lifted up off of the floor.

"You did good, my daughter." Zarkon told you, surprised at what just left his mouth; you brought out a side of him that was buried very deep down in him.

"Da!" You squealed joyously, wrapping your arms around him as best as you could.

Zarkon smiled slightly as he turned around and walked back to his throne, sitting down while cradling you against his broad chest. He held you with one arm so that he could reach into the diaper bag, grabbing a package of baby food. You happily accepted the snack that your father gave you, smelling that it was one of your favorites. As far as Zarkon was aware, you had just taken your very first unassisted steps; you weren't too graceful, but you would be by the time you grew up. As he fed you, Zarkon wasn't afraid of someone seeing him feeding you since no one would dare make fun of their Emperor taking care of you.

[one-true-houselight]

Five Times Stan Wondered How Ford Would Feel, and One Time He Didn't Have To

1982

It was weird, being at his own funeral. Stan had certainly thought about faking his own death before, but he'd never had the time, or the ability. It's not often you get a chance to take over your identical twin's life as a cover story. 

It was the kind of story he would have told Ford to make him laugh when they were kids. The ultimate twin swap. The thought put a lump in his throat as he stared out at the small number of guests. An uncharitable part of him noted that Ford would probably have had more mourners.

A different, desperately scared and guilty part, wondered how Ford would feel if he was here, at his brother's actual funeral. Would he be sad? Would he remember the good times, or would he just see a broken machine, a crumpled bag of toffee peanuts?

Would he even come?

Stan breathed, trying to convince himself he was simply pursuing this train of thought so he could impersonate Ford more effectively. He hoped his performance was more effective than that effort. 

He sat on a bench and reflexively massaged the sides of his hands, where he'd made it look like extra fingers had been removed. To his surprise, Shermie came over and sat next to him. "You doin' ok, Stanford?"

"Yeah," Stan replied, hoping his illusion would hold. "As ok as I can be, I guess."

Shermie put a hand on his shoulder, and Stan kept himself from flinching. People hadn't put their hands on him for much beyond violence in...a while. "I know you and Stanley hadn't seen each other in a while, and it ending like this is probably difficult for you."

Stan shrugged, and thought once again; how would Ford feel right now, if the last time he'd seen Stan had been when he closed the curtain on him all those years ago, and not a brother desperately reaching for him as he disappeared through a swirling portal?

He figured it was wishful thinking when he replied, "I think I was done with anger, at this point. I just wish I had told him how I felt sooner."

1992

Stan was rummaging through the closet when an object fell from between some coats and landed at his feet. He picked it up to find it was a worn, six fingered glove. His first instinct was to drop it, as if it had burned him, but he didn't. He just stared at it for a while, thoughts wandering to the man who once wore it.

He kept holding it as he went back to work, (Stan was never one to stand still for too long), cleaning the gift shop, adjusting an attraction, locking up the earnings, entering the code on the vending machine. As he worked, he wondered what Ford would say if he was here right now. Probably something about scientific integrity, he thought with a snort. '

He wondered if he'd appreciate how he finally figured out a way to make money, if he'd laugh at the times Stan had had to punch something supernatural. It was certainly in character: Ford being the one ready to research and record phenomena, while Stan was the one coming in to punch it, or kick it, or sic a knife-wielding possum on it. They had made a good team. Maybe they still would, if-

No. Thinking like that didn't help, it wouldn't bring him back. To be fair, he didn't know if this would work, as he surveyed the broken portal looming from the darkness. But he had to try. He had to. 

He hoped Ford would be proud of him.

1999

Stan sat straight up in Shermie's kids' living room, fingers tapping wildly. When he'd gotten the call, he had run to the PA to close the gift shop immediately so he could pack. And now, after breaking more traffic laws in a day then he had thought possible, he was here, and he was about to meet-

"Stanford, meet Mason and Mabel." His niece and nephew walked in, each holding a baby. His breath caught in his throat. He had known they were twins, of course, he wasn't an idiot, but now, seeing these two bundles with the same face poking out over blankets, the fact hit him like a train.

"Looks like twins-" run in the family, but he couldn't say that. Shermie had agreed (reluctantly) to not mention Stanley to his family, given the tragic circumstances, so the comment would have been nonsensical to them. So he just smiled at his new great niece and nephew.

"They sure do, Stan. Want to hold them?" Stan's eyes widened slightly and he nodded. The babies were handed to him, one in each arm, and he looked down at them, tears in his eyes. Mabel's eyes locked onto his gold chain and she batted at it, entranced at the light bouncing off of it. Mason had a large birthmark on his head, like a constellation, and seemed fascinated by the tassel on Stan's hat. 

"Hey there. I'm your Great Uncle Stan," he whispered, his words sliding together a little from emotion. 

Their mom chuckled. "Sounded like you said 'Grunkle Stan'. It's usually the kids who give you the nickname."

Stan laughed, startling the babies a little. "You know what, I think I like Grunkle Stan better. 'Great Uncle' makes me feel old."

"Don't tell that to Dad," joked his nephew before standing. "I'll go make some lunch."

Stan made to stand up, but was pushed back into his seat. "You stay with the kids, it's fine."

Stan nodded and looked to the twins' mom, who had fallen into a chair across from him. "How are you holding up?"

She shrugged. "Twins are hard, but they're sleeping better than I expected. If I didn't know better, I'd think they were helping each other sleep."

Stan laughed. "I wouldn't be surprised, these two look smart." Mabel looked up at him and blew a raspberry. Mason sat up, then immediately fell forward into Stan's chest. He looked up and smiled, and Stan absentmindedly tapped his forehead. "Quite a birthmark he's got."

"Yeah. Shermie joked that we should call him 'Dipper'. He said it was like calling you Sixer-" She stopped suddenly, blushing. "Sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"No, no," said Stan quickly, his hands flitting to the scars on his hands. "I didn't mind that name. It certainly wasn't the worst thing I was called." It flowed easily, saying I. He had been Stanford for 17 years now, after all. 

The conversation moved on, the twins crawling over him as he chatted and laughed with their mother. But his thoughts were elsewhere, pushed to a familiar place by that nickname. He didn't know how Ford felt about having his own kids, but he knew he would have loved to be here, to see these kids. Maybe he could give better advice about Mason. 

Did he and Ford ever comfort each other, before they even knew what those words meant? Stan couldn't remember a time that he wasn't aware of Ford, a time before that night when they weren't by each other's sides. How would Ford react to see another set of Pines twins? As he looked down, he wished they never lost each other the way he and Ford had lost each other. It was the best blessing he could think to give them. 

July 2012

Stan sat in his chair, stunned. That morning, he had followed the sound of excited kids shouting to find that someone had found Ford's old room As he'd walked in, hoping they wouldn't ask him too many questions, he had glanced over and seen them sitting there, as if Ford had left them there minutes before. He had always had a bad habit about his glasses. 

With a look at the kids, who were distracted, he grabbed the glasses and shoved them in a pocket, covering his reeling mind with announcing a competition. He made it through the day, not internalizing much. Now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure there had been something going on with Dipper and Mabel, but he just hadn't been present enough to figure out what. It seems like they were figuring out whatever it was, so he was just left sitting in the dark, staring at a pair of glasses.

He was so close. Was Ford even alive? He had to be. He had been working on this for thirty years, he had to believe that Ford was out there. What was Ford doing right now? Had he found some nerd school? Stan smiled at that, and tried not to imagine the many, many less attractive options. 

He heard footsteps upstairs, and he contemplated what Ford would have done that day, with the kids. Maybe he would have had a reasoned discussion with the kids, about boundaries and choices. Or maybe he would have seen his own resentment reflected in those kids' eyes, and…

He had spent thirty years as Stanford Pines, and had slowly weaned himself off of trying to act as he thought Ford would. But even if he hadn't, he would have started now. Because if he couldn't stop the curse with him and Ford, he would not pass it down to Dipper and Mabel. He had to believe that siblings were not doomed to fail, he had to believe that he could help these kids out from a shadow they didn't know they were under. 

And even though he didn't believe it, he hoped he could get Ford and him out too, someday. He hoped Ford would want to come. 

August 2012

Ford was here.

Ford was here.

Thirty years of work, and Ford was in the next room, bemoaning what Stan had done to the shack. 

Figures.

"You know, Ford, standing around yelling at the Mystery Shack isn't gonna change anything," he called out. Ford walked into the room, eyebrows furrowed. 

"I still don't understand why you had to take my identity," said Ford. "Wouldn't it have been easier to fake my death?"

I didn't know if it would have been fake He shrugged and replied, "Do you know how many crimes I've committed? It was better that way."

"I can imagine," muttered Ford, with more venom than Stan liked, but no more than he expected. 

"Hey, you know a lot of crimes were to get you back."

Ford snorted at that, but fell quiet for a moment, staring at his own hands. Finally, without looking up, he asked, "How'd you fake the hands, Stanley?"

"Said I cut 'em off." He held up his hands to show the faded scars, and Ford's eyes widened slightly.

"You gave yourself scars?"

"Yeah. I've got enough of them." Stan did not mention that, as much as these scars had hurt, they had paled in comparison to how he had felt watching Ford get pulled away from him. 

Ford stared, almost transfixed, at Stan's hands before abruptly standing up. "I should keep working," he muttered and swept off. 

Stan crossed his arms and muttered, "Man, I thought I had been too grumpy as you." He laid back and sighed. Thirty years he had sat and wondered about how Ford would feel, how he'd react, what he was missing. And here they were, together again, and Stan still didn't know how the man felt. Not really. Yes, the punch had been a good clue as to some of it, but...He didn't know what had happened to Ford out there. He didn't know how it felt to be back. Was he disoriented? Scared? Excited? Overwhelmed? 

Damn it, why wouldn't Ford let him help? How could he not see that Stan still cared about him? How much he missed him?

Maybe because you haven't told him, a voice said. Yeah, well, turn about's fair play, Stanford…

He shook his head. He had 'til the end of summer. He could still fix things. If he could fix an interdimensional portal, he could fix his relationship with his brother, his twin, his best friend…

Right?

September 2012

Stan sat on the porch of the Mystery Shack, watching the sun go down. Ford walked out and sat down next to him. "How are you doing, Stanley?"

"I'm fine. Mind feels good. You?"

"I'm...I'm good." Ford took a breath. "I'm sorry, Stanley." 

Stan looked at him, eyebrows raised. "Didn't we do this already?"

"Not really. I may have apologized for certain events, but...I never told you that I'm grateful, not really. After everything you've lived through, all the things I caused, you gave your life over to bringing me back. You sacrificed your mind to save me, to save the world. And I never, I could never acknowledge before now how good a person you really are."

"You really don't need to do this, Ford, I know how cool I am-"

"No, you don't. Stanley, you think that you have to act like this to make up for something. I let you think you needed to fight for redemption after that science fair, and you've been fighting your whole life, never understanding that you are enough. I just want you to know that people see you, that they know you're a good person. The kids, Soos...me. You deserve to know how I feel." There was a pause as Stan gathered his thoughts, but then he started laughing. Ford furrowed his brows. "I'm not joking, Stanley. You are worthy of love, and-"

"No, no," said Stan, putting a hand on Ford's shoulder. "I...you're right, I don't have the best self esteem, but that's not it. I've spent 30 years wondering how you'd feel, what you'd do. And now, now I finally know." A single tear streaked down his face. "Thank you. I really think I needed to hear that."

Ford pulled him into a hug. "I only wish I could have told you sooner." At that, they both started crying in earnest, and Stan knew he finally knew how his twin felt. 

Like him, he felt love.

[waywardscorpio]

His Queen & Her King

Taglist: @callmekda @braunstrowmangirl @phoenixoffiretwo @luna-loo @scuzmunkie @fanfiction-san​ @superdakotawinchesterus​

Chapter 2

Warnings: Cursing, Violence, Pissed off Jeff, Readers Dad Triple H, Godfather Shawn Michaels and Uncles Kane and Undertaker, Pregnant!Reader kidnapped.

*Third Person POV*

*A month after the road trip and Jeff, putting another bundle of joy inside his mate*

Y/N was walking through the hallway of the arena while she had one hand on her belly and the other carrying her bag of food and drink. Her baby belly was a little more noticeable now. "Hey Y/N" Undertaker said. "Hey, Uncle Taker." She said looking up at him. "How are you doing?" She asked. "I'm doing fine. How are you and the little ones doing?" She looked up at him confused; because she thought she was only pregnant with one. "The doctor only said, one baby." She said softly. "You don't know do you?" He asked her. "Know what?" She asked. "You're a very rare type of human omega that can get pregnant even though you're already pregnant. It isn't dangerous to you or the babies. But it will put you in danger. Some Alpha's will do whatever it takes to have you and that includes holding you captive and breeding you to make soldiers or a small army" He said. He's older than some people actually know. "But I won't let any harm you." Taker said to her before walking down the hallway.

Y/N, let the words from Undertaker go around and around in her head as she walks to Jeff's locker room. "Hey, Babe." He replied as she walked into the room. "Hey, Darlin'," Y/N replied back to her as she was looking at him from across the room. "We need to have a talk tonight after work." She said to him as she looks at him. "Are you okay? Is the baby hurt? What is wrong?" Jeff said standing up and moving swiftly towards his love. "I am okay. The baby is okay. We just need to talk. I'm not leaving you before you even ask that question next." She said as she looks up at him rubbing his cheek. Jeff relaxed into her soft gentle touch.

"I think you should stay near Undertaker for my match. I have a feeling something is off and it gonna get ugly tonight." Jeff said getting an unsettling feeling that something isn't bad is going to happen and Jeff trusted Undertaker with Y/N's life more than anyone besides her parents. "But I'm supposed to go out there with you tonight Baby," Y/N said to him as she looked at him. "I know Babe, I want you to go out there too. But I have an uneasy feeling that something is going to happen tonight and I don't want you getting in the line of fire or our baby." Jeff said walking to her and carefully rubbing her belly. "Alright, I'll stay by Undertaker tonight." She said looking up at him.

Jeff walked Y/N to where Undertaker was at so, he knew she made it there safely and unharmed. "Hey Taker. Is it okay that she stays with you? I have an uneasy feeling that something is going to happen." He said looking at the taller male. "Yes, she is more than welcome." He said as he looks at a very reluctant Y/N. "As soon as my fight is over Baby, I will be right back here before going anywhere else." He said kissing her lips gently rubbing her cheek and her belly. "Please be careful out there tonight" She said resting her head against his chest. "I will Baby." Jeff said promising the love of his life he would be careful.

Jeff, walked out to the ring getting ready to fight tonight. "This match will be turned into 4 on 4 tag team match. It will be Jeff, Matt, Triple H and Shawn Michaels Vs Edge, Christian, Sheamus and Finn Balor." Lillian announce to the crowd and viewers at home to hear. Y/N's head shot up looking at the tv wide eyes. "No, that wasn't the match he was supposed to be in. Who changed it?" She exclaims looking up at Taker who grabs her hand and heading towards Stephanie's office. "Momma, Dad can't fight and Uncle Shawn can't either." Y/N held her belly on instinct. "I tried to stop the match before it was made. Someone changed it before consulting with us first. Nothing I can do to change it." Steph was furious that someone did this and was about to rip someone a new asshole. "Uncle Taker and Kane please take Daddy's and Uncle Shawn places. They can't fight and the person knows that. They'll be at a disadvantage." She pleads at the two males. Kane looks at Undertaker. "I'll fight tonight." Taker was having a internal battle with himself because he told Jeff, Y/N wouldn't leave his side till the match was over. "Please Uncle Taker" Y/N began to cry in desperation. "Okay Lil One. I will do it. But on the condition you stay by your mother at all times no mater what. Jeff will just have to understand." He said walking out with Kane, and heading to the ring. "I promise" She called out. She hugged her mother tightly. "I got you Baby Girl" She said hushing her Childs cries.

Lightening rang through the arena as Takers music came on and fire surrounds the ring. Jeff sees Kane and Undertaker walking down the ramp. "I have been informed that Triple H and Shawn, will be taken out the match and Undertaker and Kane will be put into the match instead." Lillian announce but silently sighs in relief. "Y/N is supposed to be with you" Jeff said to Taker quietly. "Calm Jeff. She begged us to come out because she knew you'd be at a disadvantage since her Daddy Triple H and uncle Shawn are still healing from two weeks ago. She didn't want you guys to take a chance yourselves considering you two have a tag team title match coming at WrestleMania." Kane said. "I much rather my pregnant mate be safe than myself." Jeff said. Kane and Taker understood his point but also couldn't leave their fellow wrestlers defenseless. "She is safe I promise you. She is with her mother and her momma's ready to rip someone a new Asshole." Undertaker said to him.

Jeff didn't fight with the older man. He knew Y/N, was safe either way. As the match got started Matt and Edge started it off. They didn't hold back on each other either. Lefts and rights were thrown hard and on purpose. "Come on Matt" Kane holler holding his hand out for Matt to tag him in. Matt kicked him Edge in the ribs which gave him the leverage he needed to get away from him so he can tag in Kane. Kane steps over the ropes and started hitting Edge with right, Lefts and wasn't giving him any breathing room. Edge uppercuts Kane when he gets the chance which stuns him and Edge is able to tag in Balor. He has a advantage for a few seconds before Jeff was tagged in and went to town on Balor. Jeff was letting his anger out on his opponent. "You got this Jeff come on" Matt said cheering on his brother. Jeff had twisted his arm behind him and leads him to his corner to tag in the Undertaker.

The match was drawing to a end when Undertaker was tagged back in. He hit Christian with the Tombstone Piledriver and with a count of three Jeff and the others got in the ring raising the Undertakers hand who won them the match. After the mini celebration in the ring everyone walked out. Edge stops Jeff to give him a message. "Hey look I know we aren't the best of friends but I wanna let you know that I saw someone watching your car earlier after you guys got here and someone was following Y/N. It is someone new because I don't know the persons face or scent." Edge said. "Thank you, Edge. I have an uneasy feeling tonight's not over with. whoever made this match done it on purpose but didn't expect Kane and Undertaker to step in." Jeff said to him. "Lita has been uneasy all night worried saying they're coming but didn't get to see their faces when she had a vision. Just be safe." Edge said before walking over to Lita. Jeff mouths a thank you to her. She only nodded her head in response.

Jeff walked to his mother-n-laws office and walked in. "Hey Baby. How are you and the baby?" Jeff asked his mate as he rubbed her back and belly knowing she is tired. "We are perfect. Just tired. How much longer till we can go home?" She asks her mate. "We will be staying with someone for a while. Just got a message from a friend that someone has been watching us and following." Jeff said to Y/N. She whimpered a little in fear. "What?" They heard Steph say. "Baby go get your stuff while I talk to your mom and dad okay?" She nods her head softly. Undertaker was in ear lengths and stayed near her walking her to the dressing room to get her things while Jeff talked to her parents. "Edge stopped me after the match to let me know that people have been following me and Y/N since we been here, and that the scent is unfamiliar and not known around here. He also mentioned Lita had a vision that someone is coming but she couldn't see their faces." Jeff said to Triple H and Steph. "Why are they after you or her or both of you?" Steph asked. "I don't know but I think is has something to do with her being pregnant by me." He said to her. "Whatever it takes you protect her, you here me?" Triple H said to him. "Yes Sir. I'll give my last breath to protect her if that's what it take for her to live." Jeff said unknowing that that statement was about to be put to the test.

While Jeff is taking to Steph and Triple H, Y/N is getting her stuff ready to go when the lights in the building suddenly shut off and came back on. In a blink of an eye Y/N was gone. Jeff ran down the hallway to his dressing room. "Holy hell. Taker are you good?" Jeff asked helping him up. "I was hit over the head after the lights went out. When they came back on she was gone." He said to Jeff, holding the back of his head. "It is newbies trying to rise up through the business so, their going after one of the top dogs here. Y/N's going to be their pawn to use as an advantage. They know no, one will do anything to harm her but they know you will go looking for her. If it comes down to it they'll do unspeakable things to her. Especially since they know she is able to get pregnant multiple times at once. She is a Human Omega it is rare for ones like her to be able to carry more than one baby at a time." Undertaker said to Jeff. Jeff paces thinking at what way he can approach this with out his Omega Mate getting hurt. "Jeff you aren't in this alone." Shawn said walking in the room with Kane, walking over to his brother and checking the back of his head. "We will fight with you over her" Triple H said. "Just be ready for a battle to start." Steph said.

"The battle started the minute the took her." Jeff said calm and deadly. Steph smiled to her husband knowing they picked a good man for their daughter. Jeff walked out to the ring and grabbed a mic. He was careful and tactical with his words even with how angry he was. He won't give the kidnappers the satisfaction to see his pain because once he does they have the power. "You come here" He said to a camera man. "Sir?" he said stepping in the ring with Jeff. "I want you to tape this live." He said. The male nods his head in fear sensing the anger and absolute power dripping off the man. He put the cam on his shoulder and began to tape. "I hope you sick fuckers are listening. You think it was wise for you take a mans pregnant mate. Especially a dangerous man like me who will stop at nothing to get her back. You wanted a battle? A battle you can't possibly come out standing on top. We will see who is left standing when I am done with you because you opened the gates of hell and stepped into my cage!!!" He said looking into the cam. "I won't be alone when I get my hands on you."

"Just know if she has so much as a scratch on her.. Well I show just how sadistic I am when I'm provoked or pushed." Jeff said. "Oh one more thing. Y/N Darlin' I'm coming for you." He adds. She heard her Alpha on the tv and she smiles to herself knowing the men that took her are about to know why Jeff is one of the most feared men in the Wwe besides Undertaker and Kane. "What are you smiling about whore?" One said. "You fucked up. You'll see just what he is going to do to you

[serenityseventeen]

Seventeen Vocal Unit: how their first kiss with their s/o will be like (Scenario/Imagine)

Woozi:

You went into Woozi's studio after your ears were blessed by a beautiful, muffled song. When you opened the door, the song was more clear and you smiled.

Jihoon looked over his shoulder.

"Woahhh, sounds good!!" You said, taking the seat by Woozi. "And this is just the demo?"

Jihoon looked away from your eyes, which made you smile.

"Why? Is it a love song?" You reached over to the mouse and clicked play.

"Well, I guess you could say it is a love song.." Woozi covered his face with his black cap. Was he embarrassed by his song? He's usually never embarrassed about his songs, is it because it's a love song?

The song played and the delicate words that he sang we're about a man who is in love with a girl who is beautiful and outgoing. The man expresses his emotions and how he doesn't know her feelings.

"Is this a sad song?" You asked after it was over.

"No, not technically.. it's just about a man who wants to know about... a girl." Jihoon replied, briefly looking at you.

"Ohhh? Whyyy?? Someone you like?" You teased, trying to hide your true feelings toward him. You two wouldn't have a chance and you thought that he just thought of you like a friend. "Is she pretty?"

He didn't reply, probably shy that you were asking such a question. Maybe you two weren't close enough for him to tell you that.

"Well, if you made a song-"

Jihoon swiftly turned to you, placing a peck on your lips. You froze and Jihoon turned back to his computer.

"It's about you so just shut up." He said.

You let out a shy smile and giggled. In the corner of your eye, Jihoon was also smiling.

Jeonghan:

"I guess I'll go now.." Jeonghan said after he walked you to your house.

"Okay, get back to the dorm safely." You replied. Jeonghan and you just finished your third date but it still wasn't official. You knew for sure that you liked Jeonghan.

He gave you a sweet smile, taking steps backwards slowly. "Okay, I'm going now.. you should go in your house."

"I'll see you off first." You said, giving him a smile and moving your hair back. You wanted to spend more time with him but you knew that he had a lot of work and he shouldn't stay out for too long.

"No, you should go inside. I'll be going!" He shouted, further away from you.

"Okay! Make sure you get some rest!" You shouted back, waving.

You could see him smile before he turned and started walking forward. Letting out a sigh, you turn back to your own house door and walk toward it, fumbling in your purse for your keys.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps from behind you and you quickly turned around, hoping to see Jeonghan.

Jeonghan had ran toward you and he stopped on your front porch.

"Why are you back? I thought-"

"I forgot something." Jeonghan said with a smile while panting a little.

"What did you forget?" You asked, a bit flustered.

He took two steps toward you and cupped your face, planting a nice and warm kiss on your lips. Your heart raced.

After the kiss he took a few steps back. "I'll see you on our next date."

He waved goodbye and for real, he walked back. You couldn't stop thinking about him.

Joshua:

Joshua and you have been in a relationship for almost a year. You had invited him over to help you organize as a little date and you both come across some of your baby pictures.

"Woah, you look so cute in this one. Look at your little chubby hands!" He held out the picture to you.

"Oh my god! What was I doing???" The picture was of you in a playground, a bit messy.

Joshua laughed and looked through the next batch of photos in the box.

"Who's that?" He asked, holding up a picture of you and your cousin.

"That's my cousin, he's a doctor now I think."

He let out a "ohhhhh" as if he meant to say "I didn't need to know that".

Joshua giggled at some of the photos and then he would say "awww" to some.

"I'll get more pictures if you like, I'm pretty sure their on top of the wardrobe." You stand up from the living room, where it was a mess with all your old photos.

You walk over to your bedroom wardrobe and see a cardboard box sitting at the top.

You quickly walked over and attempted to get it but you were a little too short. By tip toeing you were able to pull the box a little. You just did your best to try and take it off the wardrobe.

All of a sudden, your hand slipped and the box fell off the edge of the wardrobe. Instinctively, your cover your head in defense but the box never hit.

Slowly, you opened your eyes and saw Joshua's arm, that was muscular.

"If it was too high, you should've asked me." He said from behind you.

You turn around to face him. "It was fine, not a big deal."

He smirked a little and then replied, "Weren't you covering your head in fear just now?"

"It was just instinct!" You replied, but your mind suddenly got flushed when your eyes saw how close Joshua's face was in front of yours.

His arm slowly went down, the box giving a clank as it hit the floor.

His eyes stared down at your lips and you couldn't help but stare at his. Joshua wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a passionate yet gentle kiss. It was the first time he was kissing you and you were a bit nervous but it seemed like a moment you were waiting for.

You placed your hand on his arm, one on his chest, returning his beautiful, long awaited kiss.

DK:

After finishing dinner at your house, Seokmin kept insisting on doing the dishes but of course, you didn't want that.

So you both ended up doing the dishes together.

There was a silence between the two of you. You both had been in a relationship for almost a month but small things still made you shy.

Talking about shy, your hand was bumping into his while both of you washed the dishes. Your face flushed with red because even the simplest gestures made you feel shy.

Your heart was beating too fast so you tried to avoid his touch.

Dokyeom smiled, which gave you butterflies.

Finally, Dokyeom stopped scrubbing the dishes and turned to look at you.

Nervously, you turned to face him too. The eye contact you two shared gave off a romantic atmosphere.

"What is it?" You asked, shutting off the water. Seokmin took off his gloves and pulled you closer to him, his hand on your wrist.

He leaned in slowly and locked his lips with yours for a few seconds before pulling back.

"I'll.. I'll go play with your (preferred pet).." DK said, going over to your (preferred pet).

The kiss was simple but it made your cheeks flush and your heart race. You couldn't stop smiling.

It was your first kiss as a couple and you couldn't get over it.

Seungkwan:

Laying down on the couch, both of you watched a romantic-drama-school korean drama at your house for a first date.

"Daebak." Both of you said at the same time when the main character found out that their boyfriend was cheating on them with their sister.

"Want some snacks?" You asked, sitting up.

"What kind of snacks?" He didn't take his eyes off the TV.

"I'll just bring the whole thing." You replied jokingly, going over to your kitchen and grabbing some unhealthy chips and stuff.

When you return, the drama is even more intense, it turned out the main character's mother was actually the daughter of her biological dad and her real parents were her ex boyfriends' parents.

"Gosh, this drama is too damn confusing! How do they expect us to understand when they just start spitting all sorts of twists??" Seungkwan said. "Can you give me one?"

You sat down on the couch beside him, the snacks in your hand. "Okay, open up!" You hold out the snack and almost give it to him but instead, bring it back your own mouth.

"What? You won't feed me? Fine, I'll get my own-" when he reached out for the chip bag, you pull away jokingly, a chip in your hand.

"Are you perhaps- HUHHH are you being greedy right now??? Why? You want all these yummy snacks to yourself!??? I bought these snacks for us to eat!! You don't want to continue watching??? Are you-"

Quickly, you peck his lips to make him shut up.

"HEY! IM TALKING SERIOUSLY ABOUT THESE SNACKS AND YOU- YOU JUST-"

"why why what's wrong?" You teased, placing a snack on your mouth.

Seungkwan surprisingly put his arm around your neck and pressed his lips on yours, eating the snack off your mouth.

"mmmm... No wonder, these taste great."

[dizzydancingdreamer]

Best Friend Things | Kol Mikaelson

Hey Lovelies, surprise, I'm back! I missed you all so much! Thank you to those special people who checked up on me faithfully! You know who you are and I hope i can repay that kindness one day! Y'all are honestly amazing!! I hope you all like this, it's more of a drabble so I am sorry for that but I needed to submit something :) All the best loves, I hope to see you soon again!

Description: Honestly just a Drabble about Y/n and Kol becoming best friends with a small storyline about him protecting her from a bad home life, nothing too bad, sorry for the weak description LOL

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of abuse, hospital, completely SFW though (unfortunately)

Word count: 3526

Tags: FLUFF, a lil angst but not much SO MUCH FLUFF

(Pics aren't mine but the mood board is <3)

You don’t know how you and Kol became best friends, it sort of just happened. You were in high school when you first met him. He was a year above you, the senior to your junior. Not to mention the captain of the football team. He was everything you weren’t. Popular, athletic, known. You were just a shy girl with a paintbrush who flinched a little too much. The first time he spoke to you, you almost fainted.

You wipe the sweat from your forehead, refusing to move from the autumn heat until your sketches are finished. It’s the first week of school and the football team has been practicing every afternoon. It’s perfect for life drawing. Jogging, stretching, catching, tackling. It’s the best practice, especially if you plan on getting into school and as far away from Louisiana as possible.

Your hands tremble, the charcoal between your fingers stuttering over the page. You sigh, ready to rip the page out and start over.

“No, keep it, love,” your hand jerks again, along with the rest of your body, at the unfamiliar voice, “I like the way it looks. It’s unique.”

His accent is thick and enchanting, pulling your eyes from the drawing to the boy standing above you. Kol Mikaelson. Your eyes widen and your breath catches in your throat. Your cheeks flush but it’s thankfully hidden with the summer sun. He’s not looking at you, anyway, his eyes glued to your sketch pad. It's filled with football players which wasn’t weird until now.

You run a still shaking hand through your hair, pushing it out of your sticky face, “I, ah, thank you. I think.”

You pull the sleeves of your jacket further down your arms, trying to hide the tremors. His eyes are now on you, skimming over your curled form. You can feel his eyes land on your face but you don’t meet them with your own. Your heart picks up when he sits down next to you, staying a couple feet away, but still pretty close. You sit as still as you can, trying desperately not to fidget. For a guy who’s been running in the heat for a couple hours he still smells really good. Like pine trees and liquorice. Who even smells like that?

“Aren’t you warm in that hoodie?” His question seems harmless but it makes you freeze up even more.

You look over your shoulder, spotting a familiar black truck in the parking lot, mumbling, “I’m fine.”

You close your sketchbook, tucking it into your tote bag along with your pencils and charcoal. You stand up, stretching your legs slightly, stiff from sitting on the grass for the past two hours. You can feel the indents in your legs and know for certain there are green stains on your bottom. You don’t check though, not with Kol next to you. You go to walk away but a hand on your shoulder stops you.

The breath leaves your lungs as he presses unknowingly on a bite carefully tucked under your shirt, “are you sure, love?”

It’s all you can do to not look at the truck again, staring at the ground, doing your best not to wince at his fingers, “I, uh, yeah. It’s fine.”

“It’s fine?” His finger draws your chin up to look into his eyes, which are delightfully carmel and burning with questions.

“I mean I’m fine.”

You can’t tell if you're trying to convince Kol or yourself. Both, maybe. It doesn’t matter though. You don’t plan on ever speaking to him again. You pull your face from his grasp, stifling another groan when you haul your tote bag onto your shoulder, heading towards the parking lot. You already know your step dad is in that truck, tapping his hand impatiently on the steering wheel, watching your every move. You can feel Kol’s eyes like laser beams on your back.

“See you tomorrow then, love?”

You don’t answer, you just keep walking.

The second time you saw him, he didn't let you go as easily. A week had passed from your first encounter on the football team. You hadn’t realized yet but he had followed you home that night. He knew something was wrong, he saw every flinch, heard every breath. Call it intuition. Call it being a vampire. Call it whatever you want, that was just Kol. And with Kol comes his frustrating tendency to never let things go. He had seen it all, and he was furious.

You reach up, standing on your tiptoes to get your books from the top shelf of your locker, wincing at the action. When you had put your things there for the weekend, you hadn't expected to walk into school the following Monday with bruised ribs. Your stomach pulses with pain, the kind that’s white hot and makes you want to throw up. You have to roll back onto the balls of your feet to avoid collapsing. Crap.

You stare at the books longingly, knowing you only have a few minutes until first period starts. It will only take a second to grab them, right? You can do it. You’ll be fine. You have to be fine. It’s fine.

You reach up again, your shirt lifting with your movements. When the breeze that accompanies the busy hallway skims your back, the wind is knocked from your lungs. It feels like someone kicked you all over again. You power through it though. You need those books. They’re just a little further. The more you move your arms, the more your shirt raises. There's more wind, followed by the same burning sensation. You’re going to throw up.

You fall back on flat feet again, bumping into something hard. Probably another locker. The locker’s hands grip the bottom of your shirt. Definately not a locker. You spin around so fast you can’t help the groan that slips out, your back screaming at you from all the activity. You feel tears threatening to spill. Everything hurts.

You’re greeted by none other than Kol Mikaelson, whose eyes are still, glued to a spot just in front of you. The spot where your back had just been. His hands are still balled into fists, like he’s still holding your shirt. He looks confused. No, scratch that, he looks angry. When he finally looks at you his eyes are pitch black. You take a step back out of instinct, the cold metal of your locker searing into your back through the thin fabric of your tee.

“I, ah, Kol,” your eyes dart around the hallway, checking to see if anyone else was watching, only to find it completely empty, “what’s, uh, what’s up?”

He cuts right to the chase, “what’s on your back?”

Your eyes widen automatically at his question. He can’t know. Right? No of course not. Unless he saw. But there's no way. He moves closer to you, his arm landing right beside your head with a slight bang. You flinch. He’s caging you in slightly, sending your heart into overdrive. Your lungs constrict. His eyes are burning into yours. He’s pissed and you’re not sure why. You can’t breathe.

“What do you mean?” Of course you dodge the question, that’s what you’re supposed to do.

He runs his other hand through his hair, tugging at the roots, “love, don’t play games with me you will not win.”

Your mouth goes dry, your voice is too quiet, “what do you want from me?”

He closes his eyes, squeezing the fist that’s still beside your head. You’re not sure what to do. You could run but you would probably only get a few feet before he’d catch you. Would he catch you? Would he even run after you? No, he doesn’t care. Then again, he’s here. He’s pushing you for something. You’re not sure if you’re ready to find out what.

When he opens his eyes again he looks directly into yours, his pupils dilating, “I want you to show me your back. Now, love.”

“I’m going to show you my back,” you know you’re the one speaking but it’s almost like you’re listening to a recording of yourself.

It feels like your body turns on its own accord, one minute you're facing him and the next you're staring at the locker, in a trance. You don’t remember wanting to lift your shirt up but you do it anyway, exposing your back to Kol Mikaelson. You feel the tears start to fall. You want to run, now, not just debate running, but you can’t, you’re stuck. It’s like your feet are glue to the floor.

“Fucking hell,” Kols words are strangled, “what are they doing to you.”

He touches your back lightly, no doubt skimming the blackened marks on your rib cage. His fingers sting and you can’t help but hiss. You lean away from his touch still holding your shirt in place. You can feel yourself trembling but you start to space out.

Kol’s finger tilts your head to meet his eyes once more, “you can put your shirt back, love. Thank you.”

With those simple words you pull your shirt down, whipping around to face him. You look like a deer caught in headlights, waiting for an impact. Time feels frozen still. Kol reaches to touch your face, his eyes fading back to their usual cola colour. Time unfreezes. And you run like hell.

After that day you had started to see Kol more and more. Staring at you from across the cafeteria, shooting pool in town at the local pub, jogging on the sidewalk in your neighbourhood. Wherever you were, there he was. Seeing him became a normal part of your day but you never spoke to him, not after that day at your locker. You wouldn’t talk to him for another three weeks after that day.

When you open your eyes it’s to the sound of machines beeping. There’s a sanitary tinge of bleach and lemons in the air. Your bed is stiff, the room dim. Your arm burns with a kind of deep itch you’ve never felt before. When you go to scratch it, you find a tube and a needle at the source. That’s when it hits you, you’re at the hospital.

Your heartbeat picks up, the machine beeping faster with it. A lady dressed in scrubs sprints into your room but before she can touch you there’s a hand on your face and then one on your neck, against your pulse point. When you look up you’re greeted by someone that you’re not actually that surprised to see; Kol Mikaelson.

“Kol, what-,” you want to continue talking but your throat burns, like you’re swallowing glass with every syllable.

You end up coughing up a storm, something the nurse must have anticipated because she hands you a glass of water. Her hair is a pretty chestnut colour, pulled into a long ponytail. She has a warm smile on her face.

She picks up the chart at the end of your bed, looking at it while she speaks, “you’re going to want to go easy on that throat for a while, sugar plum. You had quite the little accident. You should feel lucky your boyfriend here found you when he did or you would be in a much worse condition.”

Her voice is like honey, slow and sweet. Every word she says brings you closer to calming down. Until she says boyfriend. As soon as she says that word the heart monitor goes wild. He is not your boyfriend. Yes, he is cute, more so than the average boy. Alright Kol is gorgeous, but that’s not the point. Why does she think Kol is your boyfriend?

You look to Kol for the first time since meeting him for help, hoping he can understand your confused expression.

He nods and looks at the nurse with a smile on his face that doesn't quite reach his eyes, “Sarah, darling, do you mind giving us a moment? I think she needs a second to catch her breath.”

She looks like she’s about to protest but he leans a fraction closer and she smiles back, walking out of the room without another word. Your chest falls for a moment when he calls her darling and you’re not sure why. Kol means nothing to you. Well, that’s not true. You’ve grown fond of seeing him around, but it’s nothing that would warrant being jealous, if that’s what this is.

When she closes the door, Kol turns back to you. That’s when you notice his eyes, and the deep purple circles underneath then. Your breath catches in your sore throat. How long has he been here? How long have you been here?

What happened? The heart monitor starts it’s assault on your ears again.

“Love, listen to me,” he pulls the chair he must have been sitting in next to your bed, “if you want me to tell you what happened then you’re going to have to calm down, alright?”

“Ok,” you whisper back, trying to push past the fire in your lungs.

He picks your hand up with his own and you don’t protest, letting yourself be comfortable with this small touch. There’s a small smile on his face when you glance up at him. He rubs small circles near your wrist, avoiding the IV taped on the back of your hand. He looks lost in thought, his carmel eyes somewhere far away.

“Kol,” his name feels funny in your mouth, like you’re not worthy of it, “please talk.”

Just those few words are torture, something that desn’t go unnoticed by him, “shhhh, don’t talk, ok? I’ll explain everything. But I need to ask you something, and you need to tell me the truth. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me the truth. Please, love.”

It takes everything in you to keep your heart from spiking. You could lie and say you have absolutely no idea what he wants to ask you but that’s a lie. You’re too tired to lie, too tired to hide, and much too tired to run. You just sigh and nod, letting him have his way.

“Do you know that your step-dad is a vampire?”

Oh. So that’s what he chose. That wouldn’t have been your question, but you let him have it. The short answer is yes. Yes, you do know that your step-dad is a vampire. You had figured it out pretty quickly the first time he cornered you in the kitchen after moving in and sunk his teeth into your neck. The longer answer, to a harder question, is no, your mother doesn’t know. And it has to stay that way.

Instead of saying that, though, you just nod your head. Kol’s hand tightens around yours. You don’t miss the way he sighs. He doesn't sound sad though, instead there’s relief on his face. You give him a pleading look.

“Well, love, it seems like your step-dad had been trying to kill you. I’m not sure exactly how or why. Well, that’s a lie actually. I know how. He was draining you of blood. I do not know why though. Why he would want to hurt you.”

The heart monitor picks up yet again and Kol gives you a funny look that you smile softly at. His eyes widen when he sees it, a small smile spreading over his face as well. The heart monitor slows easily.

“I’m just glad I was jogging when he attacked you. I heard you scream. I'm sorry, I kind of broke your door,” he gives you a shy grin, like that's what matters right now, “when I got to you I thought you were dead. There was so much blood, love. I don’t know where your step-dad went. I just wanted to get you here.”

Your cheeks warm at his words. He was the one who brought you here, the one who found you on the brink of death. He must think you’re such a handful. You bite your lip, looking up at him. You hold back tears, ones you didn't know were welling up in your eyes, and breathe deeply. Of course he notices them.

He draws your hand closer to him as Sarah walks back into the room, “what’s wrong love?”

He brings your hand to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles. Your mouth falls open. The heart monitor starts screaming.

He looks around the room and then at Sarah, his eyes fiery and his tone demanding, “what the hell is going on?”

Sarah only smiles, shaking her head lightly, “her heart skipped a beat, hun.”

From that moment the two of you were inseparable. You weren't fully comfortable with him yet but that didn't bother him. Well, not often at least. Sometimes when you flinched, though, his heart squeezed a little bit more than it should have. He knew it wasn't him that you were scared of. That it would just take time. You didn’t know it then, but that was one thing that Kol had plenty of; time.

The glass is icy in your fingertips but the contents make it all worth it. You barely suppress a moan at the strawberry goodness slipping down your throat. You don’t notice the way Kol’s eyes darken from across the booth.

“How is it that you’ve never had a strawberry milkshake?”

The two of you are sat in a diner that’s not special to either of you. It’s just another burger joint. The booths are apple red and faded but comfortable. Music trickles from a retro looking jukebox in the corner. Waitresses flow by in pastel uniforms. It's just the right amount of busy. Kol picked well.

Your eyes close as you take another sip, revelling in the sweetness, “I don’t get to go out that much, what can I say?”

You open your eyes to a stone faced Kol, his shoulders tight and his jaw clenched. There’s a heaviness to the atmosphere but that’s nothing new. Since the hospital you’ve both silently agreed to ignore it. Maybe that’s not the best plan but the first time he tried to talk with you about it you shut down. Not own your own accord, you wanted to tell Kol about it, you just couldn't. It was like you lips were sealed shut. Kol had left it after that.

“Well, then, I guess it’s up to me to show you the ropes then, love,” he leans his face in close to yours, his woodsy scent fogging your mind and lighting your body on fire.

You close your eyes once more, breathing in as much of the dark haired boy as you can. When you re-open them you catch Kol sneaking a sip from your milkshake. His glass now empty and pushed to the side.

You slap his arm gently, gasping with mock anger, “that’s not nice!”

He laughs abruptly, some of the strawberry shake landing on his lips instead of in his mouth. Without thinking you reach a hand to his face, wiping the melted liquid off his buttery soft lip. His chocolate eyes lock on yours, his pupils blown wider than you’ve ever seen. Your heart pounds so loudly in your chest you’re almost certain he can hear it. But that’s impossible, right?

It only takes a few seconds for your brain to catch up with your actions at which your cheeks flush on cue. You go to pull your hand back but he grabs it before you can, his fingers wrapping gently around your wrist. He draws your fingers, the ones coated in syrup and ice cream, to his mouth. His tongue swirls around them and you have to bite back a moan. You can honestly say that nothing has ever felt as exquisite as Kol’s mouth. Not that you have much experience with it. You can’t deny that you wish you had more.

“Kol,” your voice is barely there and breathy, “what are you doing?”

His eyes never leave your own, piercing you as he continues to lazily lick off the ice cream that, in all honestly, is definitely gone by now. A foreign kind of heat pools in the pit of your stomach when he gently bites down on your fingertips. You can’t stop the sigh that falls from your lips. Your whole body is singing from such a simple touch.

He takes his time pulling your hand from his mouth, releasing your digits with a pop, “only making sure you aren’t sticky, love. We wouldn't want that, now would we?”

He doesn't return your hand to his mouth but he doesn't let go of it either. He just laces his fingers through yours in the middle of the table, your heartbeat still echoing through the diner.

When you look across the table again your heart flutters. You see a popular, football star, a fierce protector, one of the most caring people you've ever met. When you look across the table you see your best friend.

And maybe more but that’s for another day and another diner.

[averagesmw]

Penny Haywood x MC- Experience (4/4)

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this special! See you soon!

Game: Harry Potter Hogwarts Mystery

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There was always something about a village that helped it stand out from a landscape and earn a smile from one, even if one had never been there before

Maybe it was the way the houses looked, stuck in time without showing signs of decay

Or perhaps it was the way the people behaved, so polite and welcoming that even a stranger could feel as if they had lived amongst them for years

Regardless of what it was, there was no denying that the atmosphere was unmatched. Such was the ambiance of the village that Penny and Y/N were visiting as requested by her mother

Unfortunately, Beatrice fell ill due to the food they ate last night. Nothing too severe, but a few ingredients would help to make a potion for her

Penny took the opportunity to give the curse-breaker a tour around the place, with her holding their hand the entire time...not that they minded, of course

The village's colors were different in the afternoon, with oranges, purples, and pinks bouncing off the buildings to set a serene tone

"And here we are. This is the place where we get most of our ingredients. The quality is amazing!"

They stopped at a small, wooden store. It looked a bit old, but certainly stood the test of time

When they stopped, an old woman came out and smiled

"Good morning, Penny. It's always a pleasure to see you around here"

"Likewise, Madam Clarke!" She answered, ever so cheerful

Then, the woman's attention turned to you, with an intrigued look to her

"And who this might be?"

"Y/N L/N, I go to the same school as Penny. A pleasure to meet you"

They greeted the woman with a hint of formality, they didn't know how Penny's relationship with these people was, after all

"Is that so? You two seem to be getting along quite nicely" She chuckled to herself after saying that

That's when They remembered, neither of them let go of the other's hand

Being too embarrassed to say anything, Penny just let go

"Anyhow, what can I get you?"

"The things in this list, please"

Penny handed her a paper with the ingredients written in it. Fortunately, the woman didn't see her blushing while doing so

Without further due, Madam Clarke left to get the objects, leaving the two teenagers to chat for a bit

"...So, how are you finding this village so far, Y/N?"

They turned to see Penny smiling once again, almost as if she was using them as an escape from that embarrassing moment seconds ago

"It's amazing, it reminds me of the first time I saw Hogsmeade"

The blonde found herself nodding at this

"I know, right? This place is just so charming. That's why we come here every chance we get"

"It does wonders to help the mood. No wonder you always return so happy for the next year"

This earned a laugh from Penny, who just shook her head

"Well, it's also because I get to see you, Y/N. That is always something to look forward to"

Y/N smiled fondly at this. Truth to be told, there were many reasons to either look forward to or dread the return to Hogwarts every year

The obvious reason to fear would've been the curses going around every single year, until this one, that is

However, one reason to look forward to it was to spend time with friendly faces once again, even appreciate them a bit more after being on their own for a while

"There you go. This should be everything" Madam Clarke made her way back to the counter

She handed Penny a bag and she saw the content to check if everything was in order and upon confirming it, she handed her a couple of coins

"Thank you, Madam Clarke!"

She turned around and motioned Y/N to come with her. Upon exiting that business, however, the blonde noticed something, she even stopped walking because of it

"Penny? Is everything alright?" Out of instinct, Y/N had their wand at the ready

"Absolutely, I just noticed how different the center of the village looks. It's so festive!"

Y/N let out a sigh of relief when they heard this, then proceeding to look into the reason for this

"Perhaps they are preparing something?"

"Could be..." She pondered before looking at a person walking nearby

"Excuse me, what are the decorations for?"

"We've decided on preparing a small outdoors celebration this year! To keep the spirit as jolly as it can" The man announced proudly, but this answer also sparked curiosity in Penny's eyes

"An outdoors celebration? You mean with dancing too?"

"You bet! Make sure you bring your sweetheart. It's going to be brilliant"

With that, the man left to attend his own business. While Y/N was glaring at him for calling them that, Penny was already tending to thousands of ideas in her mind

Before Y/N could ask about it, she turned around and grabbed both of their hands, sporting a bright smile as well

"This is wonderful! What better to show you how magical this place is than with a festival!"

They didn't even have time to say anything due to Penny hugging them tightly. It was commonly known that Penny Haywood adored these types of events

But there was something about this one that just felt so different. It only made sense, this was the first time that Y/N had seen a Muggle community like this one

"Come on, we have to tell my mum about this!"

And so, the young Haywood practically dragged them back to the small house, where she delivered the big news to her family

"A festival, you say? That would explain why the village looked so different this time"

Mr. Haywood stated while picking up the ingredients Penny had brought them and put them on the counter for his wife

"I'm afraid we can't, we have to tend to Bea until she recovers"

Her statement saw itself defied by the voice of the patient herself. Beatrice looked as if she had a cold, yet she was in her pajamas standing in the middle of the hall

... honestly, not her best look

"I... told...you I'm... fine"

"What are you doing out of bed? You'll catch a cold like that!"

Her dad rushed in and gently took her back to her room, making her mum sigh in annoyance

But that's when she got an idea just by looking at the two teenagers standing in the living room

Penny looked so eager to go to this event, while Y/N seemed to be quite distraught by Beatrice's problem

They had already done their part by bringing supplies, and playing nurse wasn't a way to spend the holidays, was it?

"I have an idea, why don't you two go to the festival for us? You earned it"

The moment she heard this, the stars in her daughter's blue eyes began to shine once again with excitement, making her chuckle at this

"Really?"

"Consider it my Christmas gift to you two"

She winked at the couple. Penny ran towards her for a hug, one that she eas quick to return

"Thank you so much!"

It was cute to see the blonde get so excited for this, but when recalling events like the Celestial Ball or the festival at Hogwarts, it was difficult for the heart not to start racing as well

This is when Y/N realized something. They've had fun dancing before with Penny and the rest of the school

But this time, it was a festival just for the two of them. No distractions or obstacles, or even multiple crushes to balance out

Just fun with a single person, Penny

"Do you have something to wear for the dance, Y/N?"

Her sweet voice made them snap out of their thoughts and when remembering the question, the student gave her a confident smirk

"Absolutely, I have just the outfit for this. Just leave it to me"

...

Two hours later

"I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR, I AM DOOMED"

Y/N walked through the room back and forth, their clothes all scattered around, a faithful reflection of their mind currently

The curse-breaker had packed their things when they left Hogwarts, but none of the clothes they brought would help them look good enough for this dance! They'd stand out like a stain on a white sheet

They had spent hours upon hours trying to find something decent for this event, not just regular clothes switched up to look like something new

It's not that they would know that they'd need a special outfit, but they couldn't afford to go and buy one. There was no time left

Not good, not good

"Think, what would Andre do?"

They stopped to look at the room before facepalming

"Probably yell at me for having my clothes like this"

Groaning in defeat, Y/N sat back on the bed

"This was going so well..."

However, as their frustration threatened to take over, they managed to see something in their suitcase, something that wasn't there before

"What the...?"

Y/N directed their attention to this and brought the suitcase closer to them and what they saw caught them off-guard by sure

It was another set of clothes, perfectly folded so that they weren't perceivable unless every other piece of clothing was taken out before

Y/N recognized this as one of the outfits Andre had styled for them. But how? It wasn't there when they put their clothes in the suitcase before

That's when they spotted a small note attached to the outfit

"You might need it. Good luck!"

- Tulip &, Chiara

"Pd. You ought to tell me all about your trip when you get back,!"

-Alanza <3

Y/N didn't know if they should laugh at this or question how did the girls manage to sneak in this outfit without them noticing. Regardless, they were beyond grateful for their friends at this moment

Without wasting another second, they grabbed the outfit and tried it on. It looked elegant enough to notice that it wasn't just a make-shift outfit, but not too extravagant either

They couldn't recall the last time they had worn those clothes, but it didn't matter now, for it was perfect!. They made a note to themselves to thank the girls when they saw them again

Minutes after making the final adjustments to the outfit, there was a knock on the door

"Y/N? Are you ready?"

Penny's voice could be heard from the other side. But this time, the teenager had an answer to it

"Absolutely, I'm coming out"

Without further due, they left their room with a confident smirk, sure to look their best for the night

But when they stopped to look at the blonde in front of them, Y/N was left speechless

A yellow tiered ruffle skirt hugged her waist and part of her legs, contrasting with a cute black top that highlighted her two necklaces, and to top it all off, a french braid resting on her side. As if she wasn't breathtaking enough, her smile was what sent Y/N over the edge

However, they weren't the only ones in awe of what they were seeing, for Penny too was beyond impressed by the way their partner looked tonight. Even if they were amazed by the other, they couldn't bring themselves to look at each other in the eye without ending up like a tomato

"P-Penny! You look brilliant"

Y/N was the first one to break the ice, earning a smile from her

"You too, Y/N, I...wow"

She tried her best to remain her friendly self but found herself staring even against her own

"Awww look at you two! Let me take a picture!"

Penny's mum rushed off to get her camera, leaving the two teenagers on their own. However, watching the woman's reaction helped the teens to ground themselves a bit in reality and thus, laughing  at what had just happened

Of course, they still thought about how good the other looked, but they could at least get a hold of themselves now and look at one another without exploding with emotions immediately as a child would

And so, after getting their photograph taken, Penny and Y/N left the building, now greeted by the nocturnal sky and a breeze of cold air. In the distance, the lights of the village could be seen waiting or them, their colors so warm and festive

"I can't believe it, a festival just for us!"

Then, she looked at Y/N with her usual smile

"This is going to be incredible"

Just as Penny regained her excitement, so did Y/N's confidence returned and showed so by extending a hand to their partner for the evening

"Then let's check this festival together, shall we?"

At first, the blonde was caught off-guard by this gesture, like a knight in shining armor coming for her, requesting for her hand, hers

Words couldn't describe how lucky she felt to be the one looking at this, but that was okay, her actions would suffice. With a proud smirk, she reached out for their hand as well

"Yes, let's"

...

As soon as they stepped into the village, they were blown away by what they were seeing. The decorations made the place feel even more alive than it was before and as the moonlight shined upon it, the festive lights highlighted this atmosphere

Smiles could be seen everywhere they looked. From the elderly to the children, everyone seemed to be having a great time

"A gift for the young couple"

A woman approached them with flower bracelets for both, placing them gently on their hands

They accepted the gift but were certainly surprised by it too. Mainly to be called a couple, but to be fair, there was no point in arguing against it now

"It's...comfy!" Penny stated while adjusting hers

"How does it look on me?"

She turned to take a good look at the new accessory in Y/N's head and she giggled

"It looks adorable"

Without further due, the duo continued to explore the festival. It had amazing  food, fun games the likes of which Y/N had never seen before, and even a place to take pictures with someone

Being that last part what caught their eye the most. It wasn't often that they were able to take pictures together, after all

They took a couple of photos. If there was any doubt as to whether Y/N smiled at all that year or not, one would only need to look at those items

With the same jolly attitude, they kept exploring what the festival had to offer, and that's when they reached the center of the village

The people were gathering around a wooden stage, where an old man was giving an announcement

"Friends, I know you're all as anxious about the dance as I am, so I will keep this short"

They stepped back into the stage, motioning to it

"The dance will welcome all who want to participate, but only one couple will be crowned tonight! And your cheers will help us decide who that is!"

The people cheered as some of them walked onto the stage with their couple, eager to dance

When this happened, Penny's blue orbs sparkled with excitement as she looked back at Y/N

"Can we participate? Can we?"

They couldn't help but chuckle at her kid-like eagerness but found themselves nodding too

After fending off a dragon, Acromantulas, and even Dark Wizards, Y/N L/N had grown much more confident, so dancing in a festival with Penny didn't seem to be a challenge too big

However, this one was a far more likable challenge than those others

"Of course we can. Let's show them!"

The young lady guided them to the stage, where they found a spot to dance right in the middle of it all

"Alright everyone, let's begin!"

The musicians started playing their entrancing melody, inviting everyone who heard it to dance. The violins and even the piano gave it a distinct sound

(Think of something like this if you want)

                          Y/N's right hand made its way to Penny's waist as hers fell on their shoulder and their left hands intertwined shortly after and their eyes, fixed in one another's

The music slowly picked its pace and the couple began to move together, first left, then right and left one more time, starting slowly and with a gentle tone

When the time came, Y/N raised their hand and allowed Penny to twirl, swiftly stepping back so that she and her partner were in front of each other, still dancing

The people clapped in unison as they started to tap the floor following the rhythm of the music, dancing and jumping in place without losing sight of the floor either

The way they moved was akin to the music of another time, yet with the same life and energy

Soon, laughter and smiles would come from both of the teenagers as they lost themselves to this cheerful music and even clapped with the crowds before switching partners

Never before had Y/N felt so free. No responsibilities or problems, nothing was wrong with the world, nothing needed fixing

It was just them, the music and Penny

And that was all they needed

This intoxicating happiness quickly took over them, and regardless of how long it would last, they would cherish every second of it

And so they danced, jumped around in place, and even formed circles with the other dancers until eventually, they made their way back to Penny herself

Once again, they intertwined their hands as they began to move in synchrony, twirling and dancing in circles without letting go

The violins helped their moves, guiding every step of theirs until suddenly... They were inches away from each other, they could feel the other's breath and all they could see was the other's face as they regained their breath, but most importantly, they smiled at each other

They genuinely smiled

Penny pushed their bodies closer to each other, the curse-breaker took the hint, held the blonde's waist, and spun them around, much to her surprise

Both laughed at this until Y/N was holding Penny's back, keeping her from falling as she cupped their cheek in return, and finally, they sealed the moment with a long-awaited kiss

Y/N found themselves closing their eyes to shut the world out the moment their lips met hers

The soft taste of her honeyed lips was far sweeter than any treat the curse-breaker ever got, and the wait only made them better

As they slowly separated their lips, they could only stare at each other in disbelief of what just happened

"Penny..." Was all they could mutter and yet, that was enough for her heart to melt

But then, the clapping and cheering from the crowds surrounding them reminded the couple that they were still in the middle of a festival, and by the looks of it, they had put quite a show

Everyone was looking at them with a huge smile as if they somehow knew the importance of the moment they had witnessed

Even the other couples were applauding them at this point

"It seems that we have our winners!"

The man walked towards them and placed a beautiful crown of flowers on the blonde's head, and then another on Y/N's

They were now standing in front of the crowd, too shocked to know how to respond on their own, but that was the thing, they were not alone

One way or another, they both knew this and acting out of pure instinct, their hands reached out for the other's until they inevitably succeeded

This sudden contact made them look at one another, surprised by this connection at first, but it soon turned into a smile

Not the kind of smile one would do when being told good news

Nor the kind of smile to make when seeing someone after a long time

But a smile of the purest kind

That of love itself

[sxveme-2]

blueberry pancakes // bucky barnes

MASTERLIST

Description: A single mother. Juggling being a mom, a full time pediatrician, and a difficult ex who believed now would be the best time to finally be a father. A soldier ripped out of time. Ex-assassin turned superhero. Learning how to balance a new domestic life with handling demons of his past, while facing the trials of the future. a love story began over something as simple as chocolate chip pancakes with hidden blueberries.

Disclaimer: I do not own any original Marvel characters! All canon plots and canon characters belong to Marvel Comics and Marvel Studios. This is an original work. You may not publish it anywhere else

Status: Unedited

Note: Takes place after endgame. I have elected to ignore Tony's death and Steve's leaving. Did not happen. Quick Reminder! My works are only published here, AO3 and on Wattpad, thank you.

Chapter Twenty Four: The One Where He Snaps

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 3174

   Lily knew that Bucky had an unpredictable job. It wasn't a standard 9-5 with a set schedule for the rest of his time in the position like Lily. He didn't necessarily have 'vacation days', or time off. He was technically always on the clock or always on call. But she also knew that he was aware of how important promises were to her. And he had made one to her, and swore that there would be no interruptions. Lily was proud of him, and the job that he did, but the selfish part of her wished that just for one weekend, he wasn't a superhero. That he wasn't The Winter Soldier, and that he was just Bucky. Bucky Barnes, boyfriend to Lily Osborne. Male role model to Hunter Osborne. Even just someone who had a standard job, one that was like hers, 9-5, same work day everyday.

But she knew he loved what he did. And how it helped him satisfy that need for redemption because of his past. She respected that, but that selfish side of her just would not quiet as she stared at the man in front of her.

"Yeah...He's in the living room," she swallowed, shooting a glance over to the supersoldier, "Come on in Sam."

Lily did a sidestep and extended her arm to greet the other Avenger into the cabin. Her breathing had picked up slightly and her throat felt dry. If it were a simple mission, she was sure Sam would have just called. Even texted. Instead, he showed up in person, with a serious look. Something Lily wasn't used to seeing on him. Shutting the door, Lily spared another look at Bucky before walking into the kitchen, filling the kettle once again. Her movements weren't as flowy and graceful as usual, and followed a more so aggressive and clearly annoyed pattern. Anytime she placed something down, it held more of a strength. It didn't go unnoticed by Bucky either. He kept sending her apologetic eyes as him and Sam talked in hushed breaths.

After pouring Sam his tea, Lily placed a few of the cookies Bucky had picked up at the grocery store the night prior on a plate and walked back into the living room where they spoke. Handing Sam the mug, Lily avoided eye contact with the man she was meant to be spending a romantic weekend alone with. After placing the cookies on the table, Lily grabbed her coat and hat, slipped on her boots, and walked out the back door. She didn't intend to close the door as aggressively as she did, but her instincts took over.

Lily watched the sun dip briefly below the treeline as her breath danced in front of her. She cupped her hands around her own mug that she had grabbed before leaving the cabin, and processed what was happening. Bucky had sat before her the day before they left, and took her hands into his own, and swore that nothing would interrupt them. That he had made sure of it. That there were no missions that would require him or have anything to do with him for that matter. The blonde scoffed as she recalled the words, shaking her head and dipping it down lower, staring at her feet against the white of the snow on the deck.

The sound of the door opening behind her caused Lily to lift her head, turning it to glance at who was joining her. It was the opposite of what she expected. Sam stood there with a sorry look on his face, walking forward and leaning on the porch bannister next to the blonde. Neither spoke for a moment, and just stared out at the lowering sun. Her heart fell slightly when she realized Bucky didn't even come out to talk to her himself, and probably sent Sam instead.

"You know he doesn't want to go," Sam began, glancing over at her, "he just spent the entire time we talked begging me to take someone else."

"And why does he have to go?" Lily questioned, eyes not faltering.

"Sometimes some things won't rest easy. And have a habit of returning." Sam replied, folding his fingers together,

This caught Lily's attention. She turned her head to the superhero and placed her mug down on a clear part of the banister. Her blonde eyebrow cocked up as she studied the solemn and far off look in Sam's face. His eyebrows were furrowed and mind seemed to be racing, as if he was struggling to find the words. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the wooden banister, trying to silently coax the real reason with proper details from the typically blunt man. She had a way of doing it. It was something Bucky had coined 'the mother stare'. Anytime she gave it to Hunter, or even Bucky for that matter, whatever either may have been hiding came out within seconds. But Sam seemed to have more composure.

"I wish I could tell you, Lily," Sam continued, "I do. But with this...the less you know the better."

"Oh yeah, quite the way to comfort the girlfriend," Lily scoffed, turning her attention back to the treeline, "so what. I go back home and worry like the dotting girlfriend. What do I tell Rose? Gen? What am I supposed to tell my son." She snapped, voice coming out harsher than she expected it to.

"No." He stated simply.

Rolling her eyes, Lily turned to him once again, "No? What do you mean 'no', Sam?"

"You're not going home."

-----

She wasn't a violent or angry person. Farthest thing from it. Lily was docile, timid, and had a good control over her outward emotions. Especially that of anger or frustration. But lord did she want to absolutely lose it on both of the men that stood in the bedroom. Bucky hadn't spoken a word to Lily ever since Sam had arrived. Instead, he merely had a stone cold look on his face with eyebrows knitted together. Lily could barely look at him as she finished putting her duffel bag back together with the clothing she had packed for what she expected to be a romantic getaway for her and her boyfriend.

But even the most timid have a breaking point.

Throwing a shirt into her bag, Lily turned to Bucky, "So this is how it'll be hm? You just aren't going to tell me anything? Great. Now I have to pack up my son and everything and move into an Avengers Compound because of something I don't even know!" The blonde exclaimed.

Bucky nodded at Sam, and the latter left the room and shut the door behind him. Tears welled up in Lily's eyes as Bucky walked forward. He reached out to take her hands in his but she pulled them away, putting the last of her clothing into the bag and zipping it closed. The air in the room was heavy and thick, neither knowing what exactly to do or say. Lily was furious with the entire situation that was playing out, no even per say at Bucky as much anymore, just...everything. It had started perfectly, the weekend. They laughed and talked and learned even more about one another, only to have it end with her learning that she wasn't safe to be at her own house.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Buck," Lily sighed, dropping onto the quilt covered bed, "You promised me- "

"I know I promised you a work free weekend- "

"No!" She exclaimed, looking up at him, "You promised me we would always be safe. Always. That you wouldn't put us in danger in any way."

"Doll..."

"And why can't you tell me what is happening!?" She continued, "If this is putting my son in danger I have the right to know what's going on!"

Bucky moved the woman's duffle bag and took a seat on the bed next to her. She avoided his gaze, but his fingers tugged her chin to look at him. Tears fell down her cheeks, plump and swollen as she stared at him. Her nostrils flared and her eyes continued to water. There was so much going on in her mind that she could barely put into words. She had a suspicious hunch as to why they weren't telling her what was going on, but everything inside of her rejected the thought of it. She feared her parents had done something again, caused wreckage or hurt more people. The only thing that brought her slight comfort was the feeling of Bucky's rough fingers gripping her chin gingerly, staring into her glossy eyes.

"I think you know." Bucky whispered, wiping a tear from her cheekbone with his thumb.

She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat, and her eyes fluttered closed. Lily wished sometimes she wasn't as intuitive. The moment Sam told her that somethings don't rest easy, it had clicked in her head. They were trying to make sure that they didn't go for Lily or Hunter. From the previous run in, she figured it was more so for Hunter's safety and Lily's sanity. But that didn't stop the raging fire that burned deep within Lily's stomach. She wanted to help, because she knew her parents. She knew their personalities inside and out, and she knew that if anything, she could get through to her dad.

"What'd they do?" She choked out, opening her wet eyes.

"They escaped. And are partnered with an engineering firm that has been rumoured to be looking into genetic engineering and mutations using natural resources...something your parents are known for. The natural resources part." He added in the end, a weak smile forming on his lips.

"...how long will you be gone?"

"Not long."

-----

Lily stood outfront of the Avengers compound with a heavy heart. Two suitcases were gripped in her hands as she bit down on her bottom lip. Hunter and Rose apparently had already arrived, leaving Lily to be the last. Sam and Bucky stood behind her, the latter's arm wrapped around her waist. Lily hadn't said a word the entire way down from the cabin, mostly because she was mostly at a loss for words. Her chest was tight and throat felt ten times smaller, and her stomach had been in knots. Everything about the situation made Lily feel queasy, both with fear for Bucky, and anxiety about her family. She didn't know the extent of her parents' mercy, mostly because she hadn't even been aware of the devious things they had been engrossed in. But she felt that most of her worry about her family wasn't necessarily surrounding her parents, but Cedar. She knew her brother. She had helped raise him. Lily knew he wasn't truly capable of these things.

She wanted to help him most of all.

"Let me come with you." She blurted out, looking up at Bucky.

"What?" Bucky questioned, eyebrows furrowing.

"I know my parents. I can help. There won't be a need for violence, I can talk to them." She rambled, letting go of the suitcases and taking Bucky's hands into her own.

"No," he stated simply, shaking his head, "No you're not coming. Lily this isn't as easy as you think. You're staying here, you'll be safe here."

"They're my parents Buck!" Lily exclaimed, "I know them best. I lived with them for eighteen years of my life! I know how they think."

"She may have a point." Sam muttered, earning a deadly glare from the man in front of the blonde.

She knew it was a longshot, and it was most likely just the adrenaline talking. But Lily wanted to do something, instead of sitting at the compound like a sitting duck. Hiding away from her own family. She knew these people better than Bucky, or Sam, or anyone they're working with. Whether she admitted the slight neglectful nature they had, she knew who Alicia and Abel Osborne were, inside out. She knew her mothers ticks and her fathers nervous habits. She knew for a fact she could be an asset for the mission. Because she was an Osborne, the eldest one at that. The one who had been around her parents the longest, and coherently saw them at their lowest.

"No. No I'm not debating this, you're staying here," Bucky said once more, voice firm, "It's not safe. I won't let you be in harm's way. I promised you that."

"You also promised her a romantic weekend away." Sam chimed in.

Both Lily and Bucky turned to look at Sam with an expression of 'really?' printed on their faces. Sam simply shrugged and raised his hands innocently. Though the fact was true, it was not the right time for the comment. Lily raised her hand and whacked the man on the arm, shaking her head and turning her attention back to Bucky.

"You can't deny it's true. I know them, Buck. Better than anyone that will be on this mission."

"No, Lily. You're not coming. End of discussion." He concluded, turning and walking towards the compound, leaving Sam and Lily in the parking lot.

"And you sleep with him." Sam scoffed, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

Turning her head, Lily stared at him with the same expression she had given him earlier. Earning the exact same reaction. Shaking her head, Lily gripped her suitcases and followed Bucky towards the compound.

-----

"Why're we here?" Hunter asked as Lily finished unpacking her clothing. She knew he would ask, but honestly, Lily didn't really have an answer. What was she to tell a twelve year old who had already been through as much as he had? That his moms boyfriend was off to handle his grandparents evil and misguided antics?

Sighing, the blonde beckoned the boy over to her bed, taking a seat and opening her arms for him. Hunter sat beside her and curled into his mother's embrace. She figured he somewhat knew what was going on, and was simply looking for reassurance from his mother. But Lily could barely understand the situation herself. Bucky and the others were across the compound, discussing the mission, leaving Lily with the condensed amount of information she had managed out of her boyfriend. She looked down at her son and smiled with her lips pursed, running her hand through his hair.

"There's just some stuff going on right now buddy, and Bucky thinks it's safer if you and I stay here with Auntie Rose and Joey for a bit. Just to make sure no one gets hurt." Lily nodded, watching as his face fell once again.

"Why aren't you telling me?" He asked flatly, eyebrows furrowed.

She shook her head, "Hunter that's not fair. I'm trying to do what's best here. Just trust me, okay?"

"No!" He exclaimed, jumping to his feet, "Mom tell me! I deserve to know!"

"Do not raise your voice at me, Hunter," she replied, voice calm and collected, "Have I ever done wrong by you?"

"I don't know. You never really told me what happened between you and Dad. And I never asked. You never told me what's going on with Uncle Cedar. You didn't tell me what was happening with Grandma and Grandpa! Bucky has told me more about himself these last few months than you have in the past years!" He exclaimed.

An arrow shot itself into Lily's heart. Hunter was fairly open about what he was feeling, and not once had Lily realized these things plagued his mind. She felt that he wasn't old enough to know what was really going on with the things he had listed, but he was observant. He knew something was wrong. The tears that welled in his eyes made everything disappear around Lily. She had done that. It was her fault he was crying. Because she couldn't face the reality, therefore she couldn't tell her own son.

Standing, Lily reached for the boy, only to have him run out of the room towards his own across the hall. Lily stood in shock with her mouth open and jaw slacked. Tears brimmed her eyes as she stared at the door that had just been slammed, knowing what she had caused was standing behind it. Her heart violently shook along with her hands, mind going blank of all happiness and filling those voids with nothing but pain and regret. Why didn't she tell him? Was it because she was protecting him? Was it because she didn't think he could handle it? Or because she couldn't? Her knees feel weak and met with the hardwood of the floor beneath her. She grabbed at her chest and scratched the porcelain skin, attempting to halt her heart from the rapid beats that sounded like drums in her ears.

Lily really thought she had been a good mother. That her and Hunter had a good and open communication line. That there weren't any major issues beneath the seemingly perfect relationship. She hadn't seen just how much everything was hurting him. A part of her resented the fact that Bucky had been brought up, and the claims Hunter made. It broke her heart. She just wanted him to be okay, to not have to see the true evil in the world. But he saw anyways, sometimes more than she did. And Lily couldn't protect him from it, or hide it away.

She didn't even notice Joey enter her room and curl into her side, pawing at her thigh gently as a way to gain her attention. She instinctively dropped her hand to rest on his paw, the feeling of his fur soothing her slightly. But the heaving continued, and her throat felt tight and dry. Tears streaked her cheeks as she relived the words her son spat at her just moments before. She only snapped out of it when the cool feeling of metal rested on her cheek, snapping her out of the continuous loop.

"Doll, love what's wrong?" He whispered. But she couldn't speak. Words wouldn't form in her throat and her mind could barely function enough to even begin to think what she would say, "Baby I can't help if you don't talk to me."

Lily stared at his cool blue eyes, eyebrows furrowed and chest heaving. Small, inaudible noises escaped her mouth as she continued to dry heave. Bucky pursed his lips and stood, picking her up carefully and laying her on the bed. He knew not to push, and to simply sit there with her for a few minutes. He had shut the door behind him when he entered, and curled the blonde into his chest. His flesh hand stroked her hair as she buried her face deep into the crook of his shoulder, breathing in the woody and musky scent he had. Finally, she violently shook her head and sat up with a new mission in her head.

"I have to tell Hunter everything. He needs to know."