#chucks mum wakes up and is like OH FUCK WHERE ARE THE KIDS and she and fly n stellas parents look for them

[kira-kui-n]

awesome whimsical ocean adventure <3

[extremelyblackandwhite]

innocence - 29

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: smut (18+, underage DNI)

A/N: its angst season again!!

NEXT CHAPTER

Bucky held the old phone against his ear as he waited for Natasha to pass the line onto Steve, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. Once again, there were no news coming from them. There’s not enough evidence for us to even make a guess, he’d tell him every time he called the super soldier. It did not matter how many hours he spent on the phone, a team of synthesoids, witches, spies and super soldiers couldn’t bring upon themselves to figure out who was threatening his girlfriend. His mind couldn’t stop going to the worse places. If he didn’t figure it out, who would?

   - Buck, we can go through the record off people who got into her building but do we even know if it’s the same person? 

   - It has to be, Steve. Go through the records, check for anyone who isn’t from the building.

   - Have you asked Y/N who she thinks might be? 

   - No, I didn’t tell her. - he gulped. - I promised her she’d be safe. I’m not gonna tell her. 

   - That is a ter ... - the line broke down and before he could call out for Steve’s name again, he heard Y/N’s voice right behind him. 

   - When were you gonna tell me? - she held up the letter in front of his face and he swore all the colour drained from his face. - Bucky, when were you gonna tell me? How long have you known? Where did this come from?

Bucky dropped the phone to the holder, visibly gulping at the sight of his girlfriend holding the letter he had sworn not to let her see. However, except of seeing the fear she had displayed the first time it happened, she was upset, mad even with that hidden type of serene look which he was sure would scare any army. She put the letter on the table, crossing her arms at him. 

    - It came yesterday. I don’t know if it actually arrived yesterday but that’s when I got it from the post box.

    - Why didn’t you tell me? - she sighed looking down at her feet, one hand holding her weight on the table. Bucky’s jaw locked, eyes moving from side to side before he wrapped his hand around her forearm and led her into the bedroom. Last thing he needed was for her whole family to know not only was he terrible at his job, he was also terrible at being her boyfriend. First fight in her parents’ home ... you can’t fuck up any further Barnes. - James, I’m not toying around.

     - I thought it wasn’t important. - he lied. 

     - They found my family home, James. It is important and you hid it from me. Why did you even open my mail? 

     - I hoped to be able to find who did it before I told you. I didn’t want to ruin your Christmas. - he put his hands in his pocket. She narrowed her eyes at him, arms crossed over her chest. 

     - Is that why you don’t wanna kiss me or touch me? You ... Do you ... You agree with they called me? - she frowned, her own anger replaced by her own insecurities. Bucky blinked slowly as if he was processing what she had said, not believing the words which had came out of her mouth. - I ... I didn’t mean to be too forward, I jus ...

     - No. No, no, no, no ... - he walked so fast he was almost running, holding her by her arms. - No. I don’t agree with them, I would never agree with it.

   - Then ... are you really not in the mood and I just made a complete idiot of myself?

   - I don’t, no, I just feel like I failed you, failed my job. - he cupped her face in his hands, trying to find her gaze but she refused to look at him. - I don’t want to fail you, everyone but you. I’m sorry I kept it from you, I thought that you’d feel safer if you didn’t know.

    - So you thought keeping me in my own delusion was the best thing to do?

    - I’m sorry. - he leaned his forehead against hers. She looked up, into his baby blue eyes as her hand hoovered over his arm. - I didn’t want ... I didn’t mean to delude you. 

    - You didn’t fail me. - she brought his hand up to her lips, kissing the back of it before leaning her face against it. - It is not your fault that letter came in.

    - But I should know who it was ... or at least Steve should. He’s proving himself to be quite useless ... - he grumbled on, which made her hold in her laughter by biting the inside of her lip. - I’m sorry, dollface. I really am.

     - If you ever kiss my head when I’m trying to kiss you ever again, we will have severe problems. - she pointed her finger jokingly at him. 

     - Heard it loud and clear, princess. - he pulled her arm so she was chest to chest with him as if they were about to dance. - Just so we’re clear, I do not agree with those letters. 

      - Please don’t hide things from me. - her ring finger traced his cheekbone softly. - I can’t stand it from everyone but I personally can’t stand it coming from you. You’re the only one in my corner.

     - I’ll always be in your corner but I will want to protect you and I will sometimes do something stupid. 

      - Why do something stupid when you could do me? - she looked at him with that little shy grin which was just always so endearing to him. Bucky chuckled, leaning down to kiss her. It was a short kiss, broken by him merely to look at her pout.

     - You’re getting frisky, princess? 

     - Well, you did lose your chance to see what’s under my robe. - her fingers slightly rose the hem of her robe to show a bit of her lace garter before dropping it to grab her dress. - But I do need to grab some takeaway.

    - I’m going with you. - he followed into her own ensuite bathroom, but she stopped him, holding the door edge in her hand. - You were going to show it to me anyway. 

     - Next time don’t hide stuff from me. - she smiled before locking the door leaving him alone while she got dressed in a jumper like dress. Bucky leaned his forehead against the door, his mind going haywire as the minute she was gone he immediately started thinking of how he hadn’t found who was sending those letters. How come no one had figured it out? Surely whoever had done it couldn’t be that  good at covering their tracks unless they were a professional. Y/N exited the bathroom in her jumper dress and put her hands on the nape of his neck. Bucky took that opportunity to rise up the hem of her dress, watching the soft white stocking reach its end where it connected to her garter. - No, Bucky. No. 

     - When did you have this? I’ve never seen you wear it before. - he tried to pull it upwards a bit more but she stopped him by merely wrapping her hand around his wrist. - Did you buy it for me, princess?

    - Oh no, I wore this when I was 20. In front a 150 people audience. 

    - What? - he looked as confused as the day someone explained what the internet was to him. - Someone else has seen it? Why can’t I see it?

    - Because you’re not in the mood. - she walked away to grab her coat and her scarf. - Are you coming?

    - Oh, in more ways then one, princess. - he too grabbed his jacket, following her down the stairs.

He held her hand as they stepped outside, going into a mode he wasn’t used to going into very often. Everything and everyone was suspicious to him and at any moment, he felt like he was ready to kill someone with only a snap of his fingers. Bucky wanted that and at the same time he didn’t want it. It was a hard duality, that of wanting to defend her at all costs and ensure she was the happiest and that of wanting to just bask into how it felt to be hers, because, god, did it felt god to be hers. It was like waking up in spring mornings and all his mistakes seemed to fade whenever she smiled, the way her nose scrunched up and she hide her mouth with her hands, saying her smile was much to ugly for him to see it. Of course she was lying, her smile was the cutest thing. Yet, he wanted her safe, he wanted her to be endlessly happy. He could never get rid of his demons, of what they had done to him, but he could make sure no one hurt her, no one treated her like a commodity because she was everything but that. 

    - Claire said Aunt Petunia corned you about babies. - she spoke out as they waited on the line. - I’m sorry, I keep telling her not to but I think she’s in competition with her friend about it. 

     - It’s okay. - he chuckled. - Do you want one?

     - Baby?

     - Yeah, do you want a kid someday?

     - I do but only one. I think my mum and dad lost a pound of hair each time me and my siblings bickered. Besides, Colin almost made me believe you were cheating on me.

    - What?

    - Yeah. I was desperate, I called Chuck for help. Chuck. Also, I think he’s dating.

    - Circling back to the baby question ... would you consider a baby, maybe you and me have one, someday?

    - You want to have a baby with me? - she peered up from looking at her shoes to look at him. Bucky immediately regretted the question, she was young and probably not thinking about kids. - Buck?

    - Forget it.

    - No, Bucky. I didn’t mean it like that ... I just thought you wouldn’t want to have kids. 

    - I don’t know. - he scratched the back of his neck. - I mean, I don’t really have much family left and I’d like to think, maybe someday, we could have our own.

    - Bucky ...

    - I’m freaking you out.

    - No. I’ve thought about it too, buying a house, having a baby, but ... everything I do is controlled and scheduled and tight lipped so I tend not to day dream about it. 

    - Hey ... - he hooked his arm under her waist, pulling her close to him. - You still have agency and besides, I’m really good at going undercover if you need to. 

    - You always know what to say. 

    - That’s because you’re predictable, princess.

    - I am not. - she retorted, pouting as she crossed her arms. 

    - Yes, you are, princess.

    - Really? - she cocked an eyebrow at him, before standing on her tip toes to whisper against his hear. - I’m not wearing any underwear. 

    - What? - he blushed as Y/N smiled before stepping forward to collect the takeaway bags from the customer assistant. Bucky cleared his throat as the two of them walked outside. - I thought you had something to show me.

    - I did but then I realised it is really uncomfortable to be in that lingerie, so I took it off.

Bucky felt most of his blood travelled south as he looked up and down her body. Damn it, suddenly her home felt so far away from the restaurant. He couldn’t help but stare at her body as  they  walked down the street, the way her dress draped over what he now knew was her naked body. Part of him felt jealous that she was in such a state in front of everyone else but the other part, the most overwhelming one, wanted to push her into an alley and take her right there and then and maybe he would’ve done so if he hadn’t seen a few paparazzi trying to appear invisible. He put himself on her left, mostly covering her, wrapping his hand around hers as he picked up the pace to get to her place. Once again he stood behind her as she opened her door, so close her could smell her daisy perfume and if he were a bit younger and lacked self control, he would’ve drowned her neck in hickeys. However, he thought seeing himself display some strong PDA with his girlfriend on the next morning’s paper. She took her jacket off, hanging it on the hooks by the door.

   - We’re going. - he whispered against her ear as she placed the takeaway bags on the kitchen. She opened her mouth to protest, wanting to defend her right to have the yummy food she had just bought but Bucky gave her no chance to do so, instead holstering her upon his shoulder and climbing up the stairs.

Y/N waved at her younger brother who stopped in his tracks as Bucky passed through him and straight into her bedroom. Before she could protest once more, he laid her on her own bedroom, climbing on top of her and started to kiss her neck which replaced the half done protests with small moans. His hand slide up her left to her tight, rising the dress in the process and sure enough, she had not been lying about not wearing any underwear. Other than the garter which held up the sheer white stockings, she was a bare as the day she was born. Bucky took a moment to appreciate it, the bare woman laid on the bed under him, looking at him as if he were the only man in the world.

   - I must say, princess. Whatever you had to show me can’t be better than this.

   - Maybe my food downstairs is better. 

   - You’re not walking down any stairs anytime soon, after I’m done with you. - he leaned down to kiss her, a harsh full of need kiss as if he hadn’t seen her in decades.

She smiled through the kiss, hands held over his neck as he placed kisses and sucked her skin in places she was sure to get a hickey the next day, but it didn’t matter. In all honesty, nothing really mattered when he kissed her. Y/N held her hands up as he took off the dress and basked in her nakedness. Screw all the women he had ever slept with, no one compared to her. It didn’t have to do with beauty or even seduction. She was just her, just herself in her own naked glory standing under him, eyes shining with a naive like lust as she awaited his next movement. Bucky should’ve done something else but he decided just to kiss her, fingers caressing the soft skin of her face.

    - What is it? - she asked as he interrupted the kiss once more.

    - You are the most wonderful thing in my life, Y/N. - he kissed her once more, one hand coming to remove his own trousers. 

Her lips stretched into a small smile as she rose her forehead to press it against his. She mumbled a small I love you, kissing the side of his lips as he pushed his cock into her. Her lips stretched into a gasp as he grunted once he shed himself completely inside her, eyes closed as he let the feeling of being inside of her take complete hold of him. She continued mid gasp, not a single thought forming inside her mind rather than how good he felt, how full she was. 

Bucky opened his eyes, baby blues almost navy coloured as his hand pushed some of her hair away from her face, kissing her to silence her little gaps and moans which came out in such meek tones, it made him even hard just from listening to them. The kiss was forceful, his lips  swallowing all her sounds as he slowly circled his hips against hers, one hand holding the side of her hips with a vice like grip. He pushed his hips back, removing himself from her only to thrust back into her, establishing a slow and delayed pace, grip strong enough to leave a bruise the next day. She whined, nails dug into the fabric of the sleeveless tank top he had not taken off. 

   - Bucky, please ... - she pleaded, tears pooling in her eyes. - Faster.

   - No, princess. You’ve been so bad lately ... what should I do with you? - he stopped moving, stilling inside of her.

   - Move? Please?

   - Giving me handjobs in a plane, pouting when you don’t get attention, walking around without underwear. That’s not good girl behaviour.  

   - Bucky ... - she tried to rock her hips against his but he stopped her, hand firmly pressing her against the mattress. - Bucky, please.

   - I don’t know, princess. - he leaned into the crook of her neck, playfully bitting her  sensitive skin, before kissing it and doing it again. - You look so pretty when you’re begging for my cock. I almost want to see it more. Maybe leave you like this all night, what about that?

   - Please, Bucky. Please. - a tears rolled down her cheek as she tried once again to rock her hips against his into a pointless effort. - Please, please, I need it.

   -  I know. You got so upset when I didn’t fuck you last night, dollface. - he moved out and into her in a long, slow motion, earning more moans from her. - You’re just becoming so needy for me, princess. 

   - Please. - she pouted, raising up to kiss him, her hands moving up to try and take off his shirt but he refused, shutting her actions by starting to relentlessly thrust in and out of her as if he had been possessed by mere lust. Y/N threw her head back as his hand grabbed her breast harshly and he continued to relentlessly fuck her.

Her  legs trembled as he went back to paying attention to her neck and jaw, the mix of all the emotions chasing her high. She whined, trying to deal with all she was feeling from his lips against her neck, his hand massaging her breast and flicking her nipple every once in a while as well as his cock veins against the walls of her channel.  She managed to open her eyes for a few seconds and swore she could cum merely at the sight of him as he moved away from her neck to thrust faster into her, head thrown back, pink reddish lips opened in a circle, sweat forming in hairline. She had done that, she had gotten him to look so lost in pleasure and that was as stimulating as something could get. 

His hand left her breast to start circling her clit, slowly and painful, a harsh contrast with the fast pace. Her own hand replaced the place that had once been occupied by his hand on her breast, biting her lip as he continued with his motions. Bucky did not stop until she reached her orgasm, the tight feeling in her lower stomach exploding into a particular high pitch moan which he silenced by kissing her, reminding her her parents were still downstairs after all. He didn’t take long to reach his own orgasm either, continuing to thrust quickly into her until ropes and ropes of cum painted her walls. The orgasm weakened his hold over her for a few seconds, leading to him collapsing to her side, pushing her along with him. Bucky slipped out of her, reaching up to kiss her lips followed by a small kiss to her nose. 

   - Hi. - she said shyly,  cuddling against his chest as he pushed a cover over her body. - No more secrets, promise me.  

   - I can’t promise that. I can promise that whatever I do, I do it because I love you and I want you safe. 

   - Buck.

   - I will try. - he kissed her forehead. - Good?

   - Good.

She remained in his arms, cuddling against his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beat softly against his ribcage. It felt good, it felt good to feel loved, to hear the heartbeat of someone who loved her, someone who existed, someone who she had only dreamed about and now existed in real life and loved her. The two watched the old clock on her table turn to midnight. Christmas day. She looked up to him, extending to give him a quick kiss.

   - Merry Christmas, love.

   - Merry Christmas, princess. - he kissed her nose. 

   - I thought we could trade presents between us. Make it special. 

   - Me first. - he said and before she could ever argue, he was rolling out of bed with a small blanket covering his nudity to grab a present wrapped in festive wrapping paper with her name written on it. He sat on the bed, next to her, pushing the duvet to cover her so she wouldn’t be cold. - I hope you like it.

   - I’m sure I will. - Y/N smiled at him before proceeding to unwrap her present. It was a book and one she recognised very well from seeing pictures on Google whenever she looked around jokingly for first editions on Ebay. - Buck, it’s too much. I can’t.

   - It’s mine. Well, it used to be mine but now it’s yours. 

   - How do you even know I like the Hobbit?

   - Chuck told me.

   - You and Chuck talk? - she giggled, unable to picture her best friend having a conversation with Bucky who was always brooding.

   - We don’t but whenever we’re on set, he just keeps talking. He said you liked it, so I thought it would be fun if you had the one I read when I was what? About your age?

   - Oh okay, grampa. - she poked his chest jokingly before handing him his present.

Bucky kissed the side of her temple, opening the package to see an album like photo with his name written in gold. He gave her a confused look but she merely nodded her head, telling him to open the book. Once he did, he saw “All the times Bucky Barnes was a hero” written in her handwriting followed by pages and pages of articles calling him a hero, the saviour of the day and other words he did not equalise with himself. 

   - I know you don’t believe you’re a good man but I do and it’s not just me who thinks it. There has been darkness in your  life but the way you continued onwards, doing good to the world which hurt you ... that’s noble. - he heard her voice almost in a echo like fashion as he moved page after page. It did not only ranged from his time in the Howling Commandos but even til now, with recent missions and facts. Everything was there, different journal cut outs, different testimonies. Everything. 

Bucky looked to his side, looked at her who was smiling at the book in his hand which she had put together and he knew. He just knew.

   - Y/N?

   - Hm?

   - Marry me. 

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[snitches-at-dawn]

timing’s a bitch || d.m.

definitely not based on my life rn. i am not simping for my bsf no way sir.

anyways, i’m alive. 

enjoy<3

muggle!draco x muggle!reader au

your phone screen lit up next to you.

'u up?' - draco

you grinned, 'who's asking👀', you texted back.

'open the door i'm walking over'

'yeah right you'll take 20 mins to do your hair call me when you're actually here loser' you texted back.

you grew up with draco malfoy and blaise zabini living a lane away from you. you were in the same grade and had parents who got along like a house on fire. you went to the same school and rode on the same bus, only to come home and play together in the evenings.

as childhood rolled around into adolescence, the tree swings which witnessed shared candies saw secrets and stolen swigs of alcohol from your parents stash.

you weren't particularly fond of draco and he wasn't your biggest fan either as kids. you handled each other around blaise because you were his best friends. you sort of just... lived your lives around each other even though you him and blaise were always together. it was odd but neither of you questioned it too much.

slowly though, you both grew. you stopped being an self-righteous know-it-all, he deflated his ego and surprisingly enough the two of you got along like a house on fire. you cracked the same 'that's what she said jokes,' loved each other's music tastes and became inseparable during the last two years of high school.

as you and blaise celebrated that you'd be attending the same university, essentially chucking you in the same city for at least the next four years, draco was on the opposite side of the country. it sucked. especially considering that you liked him. ‘like’ liked him. got-butterflies-in-your-stomach-when-you-thought-about-him-couldn't-dream-of-leaving-him liked him. perfect. you were due to leave for uni in three months when you realised you liked him. timing was great. to make it even better, you had decided to tell him tonight. three days before your flight.

your phone pinged again. 'get the door'- draco

'omw'

you creaked the door open, trying to not wake your parents as they had just settled in for the night, "shh, mum and dad just went to sleep."

draco deadpanned, "it's midnight."

you shrugged, "they're old."

"you're a bitch."

"you're best friends with a bitch so hah," you rebutted.

he sighed at you and pulled you in for a hug. you breathed in his scent. it was so cliche- to love the person you're attracted to's scent, but his was... god it was intoxicating. your hallway flooded with his cologne scent and you knew you'd be taking a moment to yourself every time you approached the door tomorrow to get another sniff.

“what’re we watching?” he asked softly as you both padded up the stairs to your room.

“i was thinking maybe star wars?”

he stopped on the last stair, “no. no way. we saw it last week.”

“right and we’ll watch it again.”

“just because you simp for kylo ren-”

“how could i not simp for kylo ren?”

you bickered in low voices till the both of you had settled into bed, leaning on each other and started ‘dumb and dumber’ on your laptop for the millionth time. as per usual, you both ended up on your phones, scrolling through tiktok and instagram, showing each other posts.

draco nudged your shoulder, “y/n. i’m hungry.”

nuzzled into his shoulder crook you replied, “go make something then. i’m asleep.”

“no you aren’t. get up.”

“mnghhhhhhh,” you moaned.

“i’ll let you have coffee even though it’s four am,” he crooned.

you glared at him as you got out of bed and pulled on socks, “you can’t just use my coffee addiction to get what you want.”

he threw a wink at you as you both made your way to the kitchen.

“what’re you making?” you hopped up onto the counted and asked.

“well what do you feel like?” he asked, examining the contents of the refrigerator.

“nothing but i’ll eat some of your food if i like it,” you shrugged.

“how about... erm... pancakes?”

you grinned, “perfect.” 

draco knew your kitchen as well as you knew your own, and it worked the same way at his house. he pulled out flour, eggs, sugar, milk and every other ingredient without even stopping to ask you where everything was, as you weaved around him making your coffee.

back onto the counter with crossed legs and sipping your coffee, you watched him deftly pour the batter from the bowl into the pan. he smirked as he noticed your eyes on him, “wanna see a flip?”

“yeah!” you exclaimed, sitting straighter as the pancake flew superbly into the air and landed on the floor to which you snorted, “well done, idiot.”

he frowned, “you do it then if you’re so clever. go on!”

“oh but darling i never said i could,” you said, raising an eyebrow at him.

he shook his head at you with a smile, “piece of shit.”

you winked at him, “you love it.”

“that i do. okay here have a bite,” and he handed you a plate with a pancake.

you bit into the pancake, not caring about cutlery, “oh god that’s horrid.”

“shuttup.”

“draco these are the shittiest pancakes you’ve ever made.”

“your face is the shittiest pancake i’ve ever seen,” he fired back.

“lame comeback- 2/10.”

“your face is a 2/10, y/n.”

“shuttup, malfoy.”

“you shuttup, y/l/n.”

“no you,” you said.

he clenched his hair with his fists, “i can never win with you! your banter limit is just- you don’t even have a limit! my gods you’re so annoying!”

“no you,” you smirked, “oh come on you walked right into that one!”

he groaned, “i hate you.”

“no you don’t,” you smiled, “alright let’s go finish the movie.”

“nah i’m gonna go home now,” he said, looking at the time on his phone.

you felt your face fall, “why?”

“y/n it’s five in the morning and i have to be up early, plus you have to pack for your-”

“no shuttup. we said we wouldn’t talk about my flight. i don’t want to think about leaving when i still have time.”

he sighed, “you have like, seventy hours before that fucking flight.”

your heart was racing now, “no just stop. you promised you wouldn’t bring it up, draco!”

“y/n why’re you so panicky about leaving? it's a new start- it’s good!”

“no it’s not, draco!”

“why?”

“because i like you and i don’t want to be five thousand fucking kilometers away from you on the other fucking side of the country,” you half yelled-half whispered, still trying to keep it down so as to not wake your parents.

his hands which were previously gesticulating wildly fell limply to his sides, “what?”

“please don’t make me say it again, it was hard enough the first time,” you blurted as you nervously wrung your hands together, “i know you don’t like me- like you said you don’t like anyone last night at millie's place but i just-”

“i like you too.”

"what?"

[joezworld]

Flesh is Temporary, Steel is Eternal. (5/5)

Immortality

September, 2049

“Do either of ye ever thin’ aboot immor-immort- feck it - livin’ forever?” Siobhan slurred. 

Donald and Douglas looked at each other. When their daughter started getting existential, it was probably time to cut her off. 

Unfortunately, the case of lager she’d dragged into the sheds didn’t seem to be anywhere near empty, and they didn’t have hands to take it away from her. 

“I canno’ say ah have.” Douglas said after a moment. “What brings this on?”

“Ye mean aside from the booze? It’s cause I realized that Ah’m eighty years old and no’ getting any younger.” She said with remarkable clarity considering the number of cans she’d already drank. 

“’Vona, that happens to everyone.” Douglas said, trying to steer the conversation towards a topic that wouldn’t make him wish that he could drink. 

“Ah!” She said as she crushed an empty can in her hand. “Ye say that, but Ah relaized somethin�� - ye lot are gonna live forever! Cause I just saw Del’ down at the junction and she was telling me all about how they put this new motor in ‘er and she feels better than she has in years!”

Donald and Douglas considered this as their daughter rummaged for another can. “An’ before ye say that yer only gonna live as long as yer worth somethin to someone, this is fecking Sodor. Ye lot are worth more than yer weight in gold jus’ because of those damn toys! If somethin’ goes wrong wit ye, Rich Hatt is gonna chuck more money at the problem until yer better than new!”

She continued, plucking at the pull-tab of the can. “An when he kicks it, Kieran’ll take over, an then someone else after him, an so on an so on until Boom!” 

She cracked the can open for emphasis. “One day ye wake up an’ it’s the year three-thousand, and ye are livin’ forever.”

Donald and Douglas stared at each other. They hadn’t thought about it like that. “What’s this really about, lass?” Donald said slowly. He knew that this wasn’t actually about immortality. 

“That ye lot are gonna live forever.”

The engine quietly raised an eyebrow. 

“What?” 

“There’s more ta this, or did ye get so blackout drunk ye forget what today is?” It was exactly two years to the day that Declan had died of cancer. “Talk ta me ‘Vona. What’s really wrong here?”

Siobhan tried to put on a brave face, but it fell apart in the face of her father’s genuine caring. “Ah’m scared Da! Ye two are the only ones Ah got left! Deccie’s dead, so is mum and Lachlan an’ even Chuck! The kids are in Canada, so what if one day I just keel over? After a while, is anything gonna be left o’ me?”

She sniffled, and Donald not for the first time wished he could hug his daughter. “I knoo that ye two are gonna be there forever, but, Ah don’t remember everyone from school and shite! Are you gon’ remember me in a thousand years?”

“YES.” Both engine said at once, causing her to smile through her tears. 

“Thanks Da.”

Douglas smiled at her warmly. “Ah think I speak fer both of us when I say that we will never forget ye, ‘Von.”

She giggled and took another sip of lager, bringing the sheds into a comfortable silence for a few more minutes. 

Siobhan broke the silence again as a thought occurred to her. “Ye kno’, for all that ah’m afraid o’ dyin’ - Ah actually have no idea what is supposed ta happen ta me once it does, cause Mum was Catholic, Lachlan an’ Chuck were Protestants, and Dec thought he’d get reincarnated or whatever the term fer it is in Hindi.”

“Did ‘e?” Douglas had never really discussed spirituality with his son-in-law. Maybe he should have. 

“Oh yeah!” Siobhan paused for a second. “If that bastard comes back and I just die and go to heaven ah am gonna be very upset.” 

Her drunken and upset look was so funny that Donald and Douglas burst out laughing.

-

Many hours later - in fact it was the next morning

Siobhan had eventually passed out in between the tracks next to Douglas, and he woke that morning with no small amount of concern to see that an engine was now sitting on that road. 

His concern quickly turned to bewilderment as he looked closer at the engine itself. It looked familiar, but in a very distant way - he definitely hadn’t seen one in many a year. It looked like an old, old, old Caledonian Railway design, but where would that have come from? And how would it have gotten all the way to the Arlesburgh end of the Little Western without him or Donnie knowing?

Whatever confusion he had quickly faded as he realized that he cared far more about whether this engine was parked on top of his daughter then he did about its pedigree. 

“Aye - Aye you!” He whispered to the engine, trying to wake it without waking Donald. 

“Fuck off Da’ I’m sleeping.” The engine muttered in his daughter’s voice. 

“Wha- ‘Vona?”

“Da’! I’m fuckin-” The engine opened its eyes, which were the same shade of brown as his daughter’s. “Much higher offa tha ground than ah was before?”

It was at this point that Donald woke up, looked around his brother, saw the engine that had his daughter’s face, put two and two together, discovered that it made five, and started making a lot of noise.

--

Richard Hatt arrived several hours later. The (actually rather trim) Fat Controller had been up bright and early to accept a new engine at Barrow, and was eager to see how well he would get on with Donald and Douglas. Despite the engine being a diesel, Oliver and Duck had already treated him kindly, which gave him high hopes for the Scottish twins. 

He was therefore unprepared to see both steam engines yelling at a third locomotive while all three built up steam. 

The third locomotive was one that his railway definitely did not own, and he had no idea why it was painted into his railway’s colours, but it seemed to be having a bad day, as it squirmed back and forth uncomfortably while the firelighters tried to build up a good fire. 

Donald and Douglas seemed to be offering their own brand of encouragement to the engine, as if it had never been fired before. He broke up the argument by clearing his throat until everyone noticed him, and waiting for them to shut up so he could speak. 

Honestly, these engines were older than him and they were like children sometimes. 

“Thank you.” He motioned to the engine behind him. “This is Declan. He is both new to the railway as well as being newly built. I hope that you will treat him kindly.” 

He turned to the mystery steam engine, in the process missing Donald and Douglas’ eyes widening hugely. “And who might you be?”

“At this moment, ah have no idea - hey! That is no’ how that poker bar works and ye know it!”

“I see.” Richard really didn’t. “I will let you four get acquainted.” 

In a move that was cheap but effective, he ambled out sight behind the shed like he was going to the yard office, but actually stopped just behind the building and listened: 

Douglas was the first to speak. “Lad, do ye jus’ look familiar, or are we going to deal with more of this horseshite today?”

“I want to point out that I have no idea why this happened, but yes, yes we are.” The new diesel said in what Richard could only imagine was a wry tone.  

“You Bastard!” The mystery engine bellowed. “Were ye really gonna let me think ye were dead for all this time?!”

“I thought that I was. This was not even remotely a possibility I had ever even considered.” 

“Okay. So we are dealing with more of this horseshite today...” Douglas sighed as the new engine continued her tirade. 

“-that coffin was expensive you cunt! An’ how’re we gonna explain this to the kids? ‘Hiya! just wanted ta let ye know that Da’s alive again and we both turned into trains like yer grandads?’” 

“I think they’d be very understanding if you said that...” The argument trailed off as Richard dazedly walked away. Those voices were very familiar now that he thought about it, and he had an inkling of an idea of what was going on, and it was honestly an inkling too much. He eventually made it over to the Arlesdale Railway station platform, where he was supposed to have a meeting with the Small Railway’s board. 

As he arrived, one of the railway’s engines set off with a train of empty hoppers. He couldn’t see which one it was exactly, but the mustard-yellow paint meant it was easy to identify the engine as Amanda Farrier, one of the new-builds from the 20′s. 

Wait. 

Amanda Farrier?

No...

Could it?

Richard hurried towards the Small Railway’s offices. If he was quick enough, he could maybe make it without seeing anything else that would bring on an existential crisis!

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A Shoulder to Cry on

Chapter 17 - Always the Bridesmaid.

A/N: This one is very Angsty I hope I haven’t over done it. Mentions of drug abuse. Sorry to be clogging up you tag notes with A&E - Alone chapter today and ATB today! I hope you like it.

Only tagging those who have asked. I hate to annoy people with tags.

Read previous chapters HERE!

Warnings: Fluff & Angst

Word Count: 2103

Pairings: Laila x Harry

Enjoy!

His house was the closest to Rem's but him bring the brother closest to her age, they had always gotten on better than the older two. Harry was at work with back to back sessions, she didn't want to bother him. He answers the door "Lai?" Her eyes are swollen and red "Lai, what's a matter?" He pulls her in for a hug "Nate, I thought I was doing the right thing!" She sobs.

"Hey! It's OK! Come on, let's get you off the doorstep. I'll make us a tea and you can tell me what is going on!" She follows him to the kitchen "Are the kids here?" She wipes the tears from her face, "No, Zeppy has gone to Vicky" he rolls his eyes at the mention of her name "And Jade has taken the boys swimming" he calls back as he makes his way to the kitchen.

A few minutes later he comes in with 2 cuppas "There you go! I can't remember if you take sugar or not"

"That'll do fine!" She smiles as he hands her the mug "So, what has upset ya?" She sighs not wanting to talk about it, but that's why she's here "It's Rem...he probably hates me. Alene has been in contact with Melissa and she wants to build bridges with Rem. I went round just now to have a word with him and he got angry and kicked me out" she sobs.

Nate rubs her back and hands her a tissue "Oh Lai! I'm sure he didn't mean it! It's just a sore subject for him, you know this more than anyone. Once he calms down, he'll realise he shouldn't have taken it out on you" Laila wipes her tears and takes a deep breath.

"I get why he is upset, I do...." Laila's phone starts to ring, she didn't want to speak to anyone right now other than Nate, so she ignored the call, a few seconds later her phone PINGS "You should get that maybe it's Rem?" she huffs pulling out her phone Harry's name appears across the screen.

"It's Harry, Alec has told him about what happened with Rem. Looks like he tried to call me too. I'll give him a call back in bit" she puts her phone away "I think Rems will be fine once he cools off. You've got to also think it's a big thing! Here he is building this new life with Alec and suddenly the past comes rolling in" She feels a little better after talking to Nate.

"So, Zeppy has gone to see her Mum?" Nate rolls his eyes "Yeah, not much I can do able that now she's 18" Nate just shook his head, he always worries when Zeppy is visiting Vic as she always comes home with an attitude.

15 Years ago

Zeppy and Vicky's mother and daughter relationship has always been up and down, but more downs than ups. When Zeppy was 3 Nate went to pick up Zeppy as usual, she would spend weekends with him, he knocked on the door and got no answer.

He knocked a few more times again, still no answer, as he opened the flap of the letter box he could see straight into the kitchen where Zeppy was turning the dials on the gas cooker hob.

That's when the smell of gas hit him, he calls out to Zeppy to stop and open the front door.

After Zeppy unlock the door he rushed his daughter out the house and into his car before going back inside to turn off the gas and in search of Vicky but there was no sign of her in the house. Zeppy's bag was packed near the front door, he picked it up and left the house.

30 minutes later a frantic Vicky calls him, after the 5th call he finally answers "PLEASE TELL ME, YOU HAVE HER NATHAN!!???" still angry she had left their 3 year old daughter in the house by herself, he decides to be cruel "Have who?" he calmly asks "WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHO?? OUR DAUGHTER!!?" she screams down the phone at him.

"No, I'm running late. I did call to tell you" this was a lie he had called her after he found she had left Zeppy at home alone. "NATHAN! SHE'S GONE!!" she's sobbing on the other end of the phone "How?" he asked, hoping she won't lie like she has on other occasions. Like when Zeppy had used Vicky's phone to call him because Vicky had collapsed. When he got there she lied saying she had the flu, but he knew better the reason why she collapsed was the same reason they split - Drugs. 

"She was in the shops with me....I turned away for a second and she was gone" this was the last straw for him. She had flat out lied to him, on the way to his, he asked Zeppy where Vicky was she told him that she had left with Scott (One of her druggie friends) and told her not to answer the door to  anyone leaving her there.

"Good job she's safe then! I have her, I was early, but thank fuck I was! Vic, she was playing with the gas cooker! What the earth possessed you to leave our 3 year old daughter by herself?"  Vicky knew she had been caught out "Nathan! You scared the shit outta me!" his blood boiled he couldn't even be bother to answer that she clearly couldn't see what she had done was wrong.

With the help of Terry and Liz, he won primary custody of Zeppy before she was 4. When Zeppy started school Nate was a single dad, so Liz would always pick up Zeppy from school as his job at his grandad's Garage was until 5PM. He met Jade on her first shift at the pub, he was covered in oil, but her smile won his heart the first time he saw her.

The next day he came to collect Zeppy he had gone home to change his clothes and shower. Liz looked a little confused when she saw Nate walk through the door clean and smart, but she soon realised why when her eyes followed the direction he was stupidly smiling in. He made the excuse that he and Zeppy would have dinner at the pub that night just so he could stay a little longer. By the end of the night he finally worked up the courage to ask her out....

2 years later.

Jade gave birth to their first son Blake by his first birthday they were married soon followed Isaac and Alfie.

When Jade had gone into labour with Blake, Vicky assumed she would automatically get Zeppy for a few days, but Nate had already planned for Liz and Terry to have her. This broke her heart, so she turned to her only friend and overdosed. Waking up in hospital, she was greeted by Nate stood at the bottom of her bed with a sad Zeppy. She smiled at her daughter as she opened her eyes, but Zeppy didn't return it "Zep? Baby, Aren't you happy to see Mummy?" she asked. Zeppy teared up, "NO!" she shouted back at her before storming off upset.

Vicky looked to Nate "I couldn't keep it a secret from her anymore Vic. She knows how you got here" the look of realizations spreads across her face, "You told her?!" she hissed, he leaned over the end of the bed "Believe it or not...she overheard the doctor. Vic this was supposed to be a happy time, but you went and shat all over it!" he walks off leaving her with nothing, but her tears.

Although Zeppy wasn't biologically Jade's daughter, she treated her exactly the same as the boys, Vicky hated this. Whenever Zeppy would call Jade Mum in front of Vicky on the supervised visits at the contact centres, she would always hiss "She's not your Mum!" Jade would ignore her.

Jade obviously knew what happened with Vicky, but she also understood she was a Mother and how much it must have hard her to hear her daughter call another woman Mum. Much to Nate's disapproval Jade always encouraged Vicky and Zeppy's relationship she even got him to change the fortnightly supervised visits to once a week. If it was left up to Nate, she wouldn't have any contact what so ever.

As far as Vicky was concerned, he thought Zeppy would be better off without her in her life. But Jade would always convince him as much as he doesn't, like her, it has to be Zeppy's decision on whether she kept in contact with her or not and if he took that away from her she would resent him for it. Zeppy kept contact in hope that one day she might have a normal Mum, one that might put her daughter and her health first.

So far that seems a long way off.

Present day

"Probably Vicky talking in her ear, but don't take it to heart, Nate" she smiles her phone rings again. She takes a look at the screen, it's Harry again "You better answer that he'll be worried about you" Nate gets up "I'll make us some lunch and you speak to your boyfriend" Laila answers the phone.

"Hey handsome!"

"Hi my love, Are you OK? Alec called me and told me about Rem's blowing up"

"Yeah, I'm OK! I'm at Nate's just talking about it with him"

"Are you sure you're OK? I can see if I can get Ollie to take on the rest of my PT sessions for today?"

She smiles at his sweetness "I'm fine now....what time do you finish? I'll pick you up in the car?"

"If you're sure? I finish at 4 today"

"Yeah, I'm sure and I'll see you at 4"

"OK 4...I love you!"

"I love you more"

Nate makes a gagging noise at his sister, she laughs as she hangs up "Things going well between you two then?" she rolls her eyes at him "Clearly!" he hands her a sandwich "Cucumber and lots of butter" she laughs, "You used to make me these for my packed lunches at school or if I was ill"

"You loved them, I remember someone telling mum not to make your lunch box because you wanted me to do it!"

"To be fair mum would normally chuck in some Jacobs crackers with butter and grated cheese, that stuff would always go everywhere! Do you make the kids these?"

"Yeah, Zeppy used to love them. Alf, Blake and Isaac still have them if they are having packed lunch"

They heard the front door slam "Jade? Zeppy?" Nate called out soon after he heard footsteps hammer up the stairs before another door slam "Zeppy?!" Laila said as she looked to Nate. He sighed and was about to get up from the sofa to deal with his daughter, but Laila grabbed his arm "Let me!"

He sat back down, leaving Laila to deal with one of Zeppy's mood swings. She knocks on the bedroom door to hear Zeppy yell "Dad, go away!" She knocks again "Zippy, it's me!" She heard her huff followed by footsteps coming closer.

The door swings open, Zeppy's eyes are swollen "Will you stop calling that Aunt Leia!" Laila laughs.

It was 3 months after Nate had found out about Zeppy that Laila first met Zeppy. She could never pronounce her name right, it always came out as Leia, it kinda stuck until she hit her teens and she started calling her Aunt Laila and she asked her to stop calling her Zippy.

"Are you going to let me in to have a chat?" she doesn't respond, she moves away from the door and wanders back into her room leaving the door open. Laila walks into the bedroom Zeppy is slumped on the side of her bed, head down looking at her feet. Laila saw her wiping her eyes, "Zep's, what's wrong?" she sits down next to her, Zeppy turns away from her "Come on, you can tell me!"

"She's using again!" she hisses towards Laila, she pulls Zeppy to her chest and she begins to sob "Am I not enough? I told her after the last time if she used again that's it...I'm cutting her out of my life"

It breaks Laila's heart to see her niece like this.

Why can't she see what an amazing daughter, she has!?

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 18.

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[sheepsandcattle]

Chapter 28

The morning after he and Brandon got the train back from that festival, Curly’s dad had decided for the first time to give him the talk. The “when I was your age…” and “I don’t mind you experimenting but…” talk.

“When me and your mum split up and I was living alone again, I used to have the lads over from work,” he’d told him as he pretended to keep busy by flicking through TV channels, like the conversation was nothing but background noise. “We’d do pills in my living room every Friday at the end of our shift.”

“What pills?” He’d been amused by the thought of it. Of course his dad had smoked a spliff or two, but pills had never even crossed Curly’s mind. He supposed it worked both ways, though – Curly had come home stinking of weed plenty of times, but he’d never dare tell his old man about the pills he’d done just a few days before that very conversation.

His dad just shrugged, instead telling him, “I’d go around the whole flat and turn every picture of you around.” He chuckled, forgetting to keep pressing the buttons on the remote then. “I felt so guilty – and then the next day I’d wake up and clean the entire flat top-to-bottom before I turned the pictures back around again.” The man chucked the remote onto the sofa behind him, letting a music channel play at a low volume through the surround sound. He didn’t look upset about it really; still chuckling as he shook his head at the thought. “It was daft really because I went to work every Monday feeling mortified, but then a few days later and I was doing it again. Ay – kept me on top of the housework though,” he pointed.

“As if you did pills,” Curly cracked up, this close to telling his own story, about how daft he and Brandon had been at that festival and how bloody mortifying but hilarious the whole thing is. But then his dad took a long breath like he was about to bring out the big guns.

“It doesn’t always lead to more, Curly – and I know you’ve got your head screwed on – but sometimes it does. You have a few drinks and smoke a bit too much and next thing you know someone’s offered you a bit of coke or whatever it is, and you’re thinking, ay, why not? Might as well try it once. And th—”

“I’m not gonna do coke,” he’d scoffed at eighteen years old. “And if I do, you’ll be the first to know. How’s that?”

***

“Fucking hell you’ve missed so much.” He slouches against the wall as he rolls his eyes. Lola is sat beside him on the mattress and she gives him a nudge and a questioning look, which he waves off.

“Yeah, well, you blocked my number for two months so…”

That’s fair. He did do that, didn’t he? But he’s making up for it now, filling Brandon in on all the shit about Jordan and Jules and his living situation – or lack of.

He’s had too much to drink and he was high on weed before he even thought about moving on to coke, but it’s 5 o’clock in the morning now and he’s sat on some bloke, Rishit’s, mattress, which is placed against the wall on the floor of his studio apartment. That’s probably why he decided it was a good idea to get talking to Brandon; because as nice as Rishit has been, sharing his drugs and his home and all that, he’s Lola’s mate, and they’re caught up in a conversation about a band Curly’s never heard of. He misses talking about music like he and Brandon used to.

“I found this dead good song,” he tells him just as some other fella whose name Curly has forgotten, crashes into the nightstand and sends the lamp flying to the floor. He catches it in time though and everyone cheers. “It—”

“Where the fuck are you?”

“Some bloke’s flat,” he says, attempting to watch the TV screen as his eyes repeatedly trail off across the room. “Let me tell y—"

Brandon says, “you’re getting high at some blokes flat after what happened.” And, alright, what’s he being so arsey about it for?

“It was two weeks ago,” he tells him. “He’s being dead funny about it. Won’t talk to me or—”

“You can’t call me after two months of silence and tell me all this shit, Curly.” He doesn’t sound quite so alarmed now. His voice is perfectly level and he speaks slowly but with a punch to each word like he’s trying to drill it into Curly’s head. Weirdly, it feels a bit like he is; Curly’s skull suddenly contracting as he tries to make sense of the sudden temperament change. “I have work at nine, I’ve got to go.”

“Wait—”

“Go home, Curly,” Bandon says over the line. “What happened to Jordan is—You should be scared.”

God, he really just doesn’t get it, does he? “He won’t let me.”

“When will enough be enough for you? You stop talking to me for months because ‘I don’t know what I’m talking about’ when I tell your dad you’re in trouble -” he levels “-and then you call me at half-past four in the morning to tell me one of your drug deals had your boyfriend in hospital, you’re homeless, and you’re doing coke on some lad’s living room floor.”

Curly’s just glad he never mentioned that he’s only doing coke to take the edge off as he avoids dipping into H again tonight.

“It’s his bedroom n’all,” he corrects, talking under his breath so as not to bring attention to the topic of their conversation. “It’s a studio – open plan kitchen and that. It’s—Hello?”

He pulls his phone away from his ear to see Brandon’s contact page glowing back at him now that the call’s over. The light burns right through his eyes and bubbles up in his brain, which aches suddenly from temple to temple.

“Was that Jordan,” Lola asks, passing a hardback book with white lines over to him, her movements disrupting the powder.

“No, it—" He blocks the book with his palm as he shakes his head. “Yeah... I’ve got to go,” Curly mumbles, pretending not to notice the confused looks he receives as he stands, wobbling a little as the blood rushes to his head, numbing that pulsating pain for a moment before it comes back as the room levels out. “I’ve got work.” Wait, no. “I mean I’ve…” Why’s he going home again? Something about his car? Oh fuck, his car. That’s where he’s going. “Jordan keeps calling, I’ve got ‘go,” he says pathetically, losing his train of thought as he walks in a curved line towards the door.

“You want me to come too?” Lola doesn’t look like she’s about to stand up when he looks back into the room from the doorway and smiles when he shakes his head and heads out.

***

“Where the fuck are you?” It’s the second time in about three hours that someone’s snapped that from the other end of a phone line. He’s on about 5% charge but he daren’t start up his car to use the cigarette lighter because he can’t afford to drain his battery. It’s the same reason he’s shivering in the back seat with one coat on and another over his lap– scared to drain his car for the sake of a bit of extra heat.

“In bed,” he gulps, mouth still dry from the long walk back to his car. He doesn’t think it’s technically lying. He’s got a pillow propped against the inside of his car door, ready to smoke another spliff to send him off to sleep. “R’you alright?”

“Fuck you.”

He watches through the windscreen as a lorry tries to turn the corner into the tight street Curly is parked in. He doesn’t usually spend the night here, but when he pulled into his usual spot earlier on, there was a group of lads there having a smoke around a few cars. At the time he’d expected to sleep through the night rather than getting high in the next town over, so he’d pulled away to find someplace else.

It takes him a second to realise what the man had said. “What?”

“I said fuck you. I’m at your apartment. No one’s answering the fucking door and your car ain’t here so where the fuck are you? It’s 8am.”

Ah, alright then, shit. Curly tries to wrack his brain for all the excuses he’s prepared for a moment exactly like this one, but he comes out blank. “Sorry,” he sputters, still searching for a valid response. “I’m sorry. I lost track.”

“Of what?”

“Just. Time. I’ve been out all night so—”

“So you lied,” Jordan scoffs through the phone. “See, I called that girl you know – Lola? She sounded high outa her mind but seemed pretty damn sure you left a house party a few hours ago with some guy I’ve never even fucking heard of.”

“What? No, no. J, no, I left alone. I—Do you really think I’d—” He’s not taken anything since he left that apartment but he’s still struggling to string a sentence together. Curly’s not so fucked up that he can’t remember walking home alone, though. He knows he did that. “I wouldn’t.”

“I fucking know you wouldn’t,” the man snaps. “So what the fuck is it? A deal? You’re hiding that shit now? I don’t fucking like being in the dark, Elliot.”

“What are you calling me Elliot for?!” That’s a new one – and it sounds like poison when Jordan says it. Bitter enough that Curly wishes he never told him his name at all. “I couldn’t drive so I stayed out, that’s it!”

“I came over last Monday and that blond kid said you hadn’t been there for weeks! You’re sneaking around!”

“I’m in my car!” He doesn’t mean to snap back – knows deep down that he’d be suspicious too. Someone in a house across the street flicks the front light on and he sinks into his seat as he whispers, “I moved out,” his words almost -almost- getting choked.

“What the fuck do you mean you moved out?” He mustn’t buy it, because there’s still a sharpness in his words. 

“We had a row and I moved out, but it was stupid and I just—I don’t know why I never said, but then I was embarrassed. I’m saving for my own flat, but-“

“Idiot. Where are you?”

***

“Idiot,” Jordan says for the fourth time, sulking as he slouched beside Curly in the back seat with his knees spread and his arms crossed over his chest, jaw tense. “It’s fucking freezing in here.”

He doesn’t answer, just nods as he moves the coat from his lap, hands trembling, but Jordan shoves it back as he shakes his head before Curls can drape it over him. He opens his mouth like he’s about to bite again but then huffs instead before he fumbled his way to the middle seat and slides an arm over Curly’s shoulders. Pulls him closer just a little rougher than he needs to.

“Your lips are blue,” he tells him. Curly doesn’t respond because he refuses to bloody cry, and opening his mouth just then ought to do it. It’d only be from embarrassment anyway – this isn’t anything to cry about. “You’re such an idiot.”

“You’ve said, yeah,” he mumbles, eyes closing as the man rubs his palm over his arm in some attempt to build a bit of warmth. “Felt smart at the time,” Curly then explains before he gestures around them. “Then it didn’t anymore.”

Jordan just mutters, “yeah,” against the top of his head before they both fall silent. Cats are fighting somewhere nearby, hissing and screaming, but it’s the only noise surrounding them. Jordan bites when he speaks and glares when they make eye contact, but he holds him like he’s just scared of letting go. What a bloody mess.

The silence stretches on until J says, “I’ll drive us home.”

“J, listen—”

“No, you listen,” the man interrupts as he pulls his arm from around Curly, then moves to climb into the front seat. “You ain’t living in your fuckin’ car anymore, Curls. I can’t believe you--.” He huffs, shakes his head as he twists the key. “I’m sorry, a’ight? Sorry you’ve been doing this alone. Sorry I’m fuckin… Pissed off at you right now. You ain’t got a say in the matter anymore, though. You’re staying with me.”

Curly just sniffs in the back of the car, buried under two coats as he nods. “Okay.”

***

“No more bullshit,” Jordan says the next evening, rummaging through Curly’s stuff, fresh out of the boot of his car and piled up in the living room now. He’s picked up this box. A wooden box with brass hinges and a clip to keep it shut. Jordan flicks it open, looking inside the thing, and nods like he’s seeing exactly what he’d expected. It isn’t the poncy cologne that came inside it originally when Curly received the box a few Christmases ago. “You owe money?”

“Ey?” Curls frowns, legs crossed underneath himself on the couch.

“I gotta know where you’re at. Do you own money to anyone? Drugs? You in debt?”

“No,” he tells him, shaking his head hurriedly. He’s daft, but he in’t that daft. “Course not. No, I—”

“A’right,” J cuts him off. Doesn’t need to hear any explanations, Curly supposes. “So we’re done with this,” he concludes, before flipping the box shut again and leaving it on the table. “Heroin, yeah?”

“W—”

“How serious is it?”

Jesus, Curly feels like he’s having that chat with his dad again, about how things can get out of hand. “You would tell me, wouldn’t you, mate?”

He just nods, though. Lying doesn’t feel like an option. Explaining or justifying anything don't feel like options either as Jordan looms over him, empty arms crossed over his arms now. He doesn’t look angry at him. Doesn’t look... Anything, really. Just looks at him, waiting.

“I don’t know,” he tells him honestly. “I don’t always do it. Sometimes I can do other stuff instead. Take the edge off. It’s not… I’m alright without it. It’s just better…” Curly doesn’t finish speaking because, suddenly, Jordan’s not listening anymore. He’s making his way towards the stereo in the corner, where he loads it up with a new CD and hits play. Six Different Ways is playing as Jordan heads back to the table and lowers himself to the ground, opening the box yet again.

Neither of them speaks whilst the instrumental plays through. Jordan sniffs like he does as he pulls things from the box. Curly sees a syringe. Sees powder. Brown and white. Sees a thin rubber tube…

When Curly was thirteen, he tried his first fag. Only one that day. It was horrible at the time – just a rollie from one of the older lads on his block. When he got in his dad brought out a packet of proper cigarettes. He’s asked, “what are you doing?” - as his dad handed them over. Told him he’d seen him smoking with his mates, said: “have them if you want them.” Curly had cried and shook his head and told him he was sorry. His dad smoked one right in front of him and he didn’t know why it was so horrible, seeing his dad do that, but it was.

He later found out that it was their neighbour that had seen him, and that the cigarettes were his dad’s all along, who had been smoking in secret every time he took the bins out. He apologised to Curly a few years later. Said he was out of order.

“What are you doing?” His voice is small as Jordan stands and leaves for the kitchen. “Jord.”

He hears the tap running and the hob clicking. He doesn’t move though, just stays put until Jordan’s re-emerging from the kitchen with a spoon in hand. “There’s a place on Clifton Avenue that hands out sterile cookers for free,” Jordan tells him as he places the spoon on the coffee table. “You ain’t gonna need that, though. This is your last one. A’right?”

His last one. His. Okay… Because for a second he thought that Jordan might... Just to teach him a lesson... “Okay…”

“And the rest goes,” Jordan adds. “I’ll take care of it all tomorrow… Or you can leave it and start right now,” the man then suggests, sniffing again as he goes back to linger near the kitchen door, likely watching the water boil. Curls feels his fingers twitch, the harder he tries to keep still, the harder it becomes. If he’d have known it’d be his last, he’d have savoured the hit he had yesterday.

“It’s not really that easy, J.”

Jordan just scoffs. “Like fuck it ain’t,” he mutters and leaves the room again. From the kitchen he calls though, “you’ll be clean by your birthday. I’ll get you a job at the bar, ‘right?”

"It was never quite like this before. Not one of you is the same," is the line Robert Smith is on by then and Curly fidgets in his seat.

The thing is that he isn’t hooked on the stuff. No, swear to God. It feels good like weed and coke feels good. He feels its absence like he feels the absence of nicotine. Can go without it but feels better when he doesn’t. There isn’t much that makes him feel nothing but bliss. Nothing else in the whole world that completely erases every bad thing around him and leaves him lying in a hum of euphoria.

When he was thirteen and his dad had handed him that box of Sterling, Curly hadn’t wanted them. It was easy enough to say no to something he’d only tried once and gotten unlucky enough to get caught. His dad handed him the pack so Curly would realise just how little he wanted to smoke them. Then he smoked one right there on the spot and had Curly feeling just as gutted at the man had felt an hour or so earlier when Steven from next door told him what he’d seen.

He thinks about washing Oscar’s blood and vomit off his hands; in the bathroom with Dean as the man told him, “He won’t tell you, Curls, but that shit— You don’t want him to see you like that. It’s not fair, alright?”

He wishes he could say no now, even when the options J is giving him don’t really feel like options at all. Even as the man places a syringe full of sterile water on the coffee table beside a spoon, a rubber pipe, a bag of powder… Jordan digs into his pocket then. Pulls out a lighter, then a pack of filters. Tosses them onto Curly’s lap then walks away.

“This is the last one,” Curly tells him, leaning forward to finish the job. He’s glad for it if it means he doesn’t have to see Jordan’s face as he picks his path.

In the corner of his eye, though, he sees Jordan take a seat in the armchair placed in the corner of the room. Sees him prop an elbow on the arm and press his mouth to a closed fist as he watches, wordless.

He’s not sure why he’s shaking, but he is as he holds the lighter beneath the spoon, heating the liquid back up again and waiting for the powder to dissolve. It’s embarrassing. That’s what it is. It’s bloody embarrassing to feel Jordan’s eyes on him as he does it. But for fuck’s sake he’s not doing it because he can’t help himself, alright? He’s doing it because he’ll never, ever do it again. “I promise,” he says.

Soon the needle’s in the filter, drawing up the liquid. He leaves it on the table whilst he finds a good spot and ties off. It’s not until he’s picking it back up again that Curly looks at Jordan. Properly looks at him.

“Shall I go to the other room?”

“No.” The answer’s out so quick that he swears Jordan must have prepared for it. The man sniffs again, shifting slightly only to return to the same position.

“I-I’m sorry. After this, that’s it. Yeah?” Curly promises him. “I just. I might as well just do it, ‘adn’t I? One more time and we can bin the rest.”

Jordan mumbles into his fist, “you asking?”

A shake of his head and Curly’s attention is returning to the task at hand. He wants Jordan to tell him it’s alright. Wants him to say it’s fine, just do it this once and never, ever again. I don’t mind… But he does mind. Curls knows that he’s not getting the okay from Jordan really. Just getting a blind eye this once.

It’s just as he’s pushing the needle into his skin that Jordan stands. Just as he’s settling back into the couch, slowly nodding, that Jordan stands over him, looks down with his eyes glossed over, jaw quivering just slightly as he tells him, “you ever put me through this shit again, we’re through.” A droplet falls from his eye to... Somewhere. Curly doesn’t know. Can’t feel it. J’s hand grips Curly’s chin as he tells him, “can’t fucking do this again.”

He’s not sure, but he thinks Jordan returns to his seat. The music gets louder and, for the first time, the pleasure he feels from the drug is tainted.

[hello-justawriterofthings]

Tears of a Mother - Harry Styles

Hey guys, I'm back with yet another Harry Angsty story. This idea has been swirling around my head for a while and finally, I'm writing it down. I'm still stressed and going through a lot of anxiety and some depression. I really hope you enjoy and Thank you so much for Reading <3 Warnings: Angst, a few cuss words. [ Y/N = Your Name ]

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Past

Harry and I had been together for a while, three years, before the conversation of marriage was brought up. I didn't ever think about it until Anne brought it up at a family get together. "You know Harry, you're not getting any younger. When are you going to finally settle down, get married and give me some grand kids" she had said from the kitchen, probably smiling because I knew she couldn't wait to spoil a grand baby. I wasn't supposed to hear this conversation, but I was cleaning up and was headed that way to help with the dishes. "Mum, I'm in a serious relationship. Why ruin it with kids and marriage. You have another child that is capable of giving you a grandchild" Harry stated with a sigh, "Don't bring me into this" Gemma shouted, which made me chuckle quietly. "I know you and Y/N are serious and we love her, but you two have been together for almost 4 years now. Eventually, she's going to want to take things further. Most girls dream about that special day, being treated like a princess, marrying their true love" Anne then stated seriously, I loved Anne, but she had me all wrong. I didn't care about marriage, sure it would be nice to have that title attached to our relationship, My Husband Harry. But, if it didn't happen, as long as I had him, I was okay with what we currently had. Harry never resounded after that and as Anne was called into another room, she ended the conversation with "Just keep what I said in mind". Two months later, I ended up pregnant with Our first son Mason. He was definitely a surprise to both harry and I, we had a bad fight over it. Terrified of being parents, but ended up fixing things and when the baby was born, that was the happiest day of our lives. Things weren't easy, they never are with first time parents. Not much sleep, we both had attitudes, but looking down at Mason's little face, made all the struggles worth it. When Mason was three months old, Anne wanted a night alone with her first grandson. So harry and I went out, after three months of parenthood. Beautiful restaurant, amazing food and the night ended with a proposal. I, of course, accepted, ready to spend the rest of my life with this man. Things weren't always perfect in our relationship. but who had a perfect relationship? Harry went on tour for sometimes months, but we had facetime and made sure to talk multiple times a day. It was hard, but we were able to make it work. A year after, Gemma, Mason and I took a trip to visit Harry on tour. Where Ethan ended up being conceived. Again, he wasn't planned, but he was very Welcomed. I now had two boys, that mirrored their father. Curly brown hair, green eyes. They didn't look much like me though, but I was okay with that, having two mini Harry's was enough. After they were put to bed for the night, Harry would tell me how much the boys reminded him of me. Like Ethan would smile at him and Harry saw my face, I didn't see it though. My little family, that I loved with my whole heart, never did I think things would turn out the way they did.

Now

Mason was now 3 and Ethan 1. Harry and I still were just engaged, but it was probably for the best, with how things were going. Harry had taken some time off from touring, wanting to spend time with the boys while they were still so young. And I was happy for that, but it would've been nice if he acknowledged me too. He had become distant towards me, only saying a few words to me throughout the day, unless we were fighting. Then insults were thrown from both sides, but we wanted to keep that away from the kids, so we didn't fight that often. Harry started ignoring me and to make things worse, now Ethan and Mason were becoming distant towards me as well, only ever wanting their father. Crying when they were left with me for only an hour, but my paranoia started after that. Was I a bad mom, was I hurting them without knowing,  the answer was no. Then I started to wonder, what was he putting into their heads, why did they hate me so much? Depression kicked in after my boys decided they wanted nothing to do with me, let's ignore mommy again today. I stopped wearing my engagement ring too, because clearly we were never getting married. I wouldn't be surprised if he kicked me out of the house and served me with custody papers, for full custody. I started sleeping on the office couch, Harry didn't care. Never came looking for me, never asked why I don't sleep in the bedroom anymore. Late at night when I couldn't sleep, I started to regret ever getting into this relationship. I didn't regret having the boys, I loved them, but I left everything behind to move to London for Harry, only after dating him for a year, but that was my mistake. I shouldn't be treated like garbage though, was I? It was too late to turn back now. 

Wednesday evening, Gemma had taken the boys out for dinned and a visit. That left Harry and I alone for once, so I decided that I'd give whatever relationship we had left, one last chance. I cooked us a nice dinner, made myself somewhat presentable. Harry had been locked up in the office since she picked up the boys. So when dinner was ready, I stood outside the door thinking of what I was going to say. It's sad honestly, too nervous to talk to my own boyfriend. I sighed as I knocked quietly on the door, signaling that I was coming in. "Hey... I made dinner, um I thought maybe we could spend sometime together while the boys are with Gem..." I stated nervously, "Okay, I'll be down in a while" he stated nonchalantly. I sighed "Harry", he sent me a slight glare "What Y/N? I said I'll be down in a little while". "Yeah right" I muttered turning to leave the room, "I'm just trying to finish something while I have some piece and quiet" he spat slightly. "Well, I'm sorry. I thought my boyfriend and I could spend sometime together, since he's been ignoring me for moths, but Never mind" I exclaimed loudly before slamming the door behind me, stomping downstairs. "Fuck this..." I muttered grabbing the plates full of food from off the table, dumping the food into the garbage and basically chucking the plates into the sink. "Want peace and quiet Harry, good luck with that now" I continued to mutter under my breath, all the food I had prepared, all in the garbage now. But, that was the least of my problems. Finally, I broke down, letting the tears that I had kept in for months, out. I continued to throw things around in the kitchen, because honestly, I couldn't care less anymore. Harry stomped downstairs, groaning  loudly. "Alright, I'm here. Stop making so much noise, you're doing my head in" Harry stated with a slight eye roll, but my back was turned, so I didn't catch it ( Or did I? ). "Just forget it now, fucking forget it" I spat, turning around and storming past him. "I don't want to force you into doing anything you clearly don't want to do" I shouted making my way upstairs and into the bathroom, at first I didn't expect him to follow. I mean why would he suddenly care what my problem was, but I heard his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs after me. "What the fuck are you on about?" Harry asked me from the doorway of the bathroom, where I was currently scrubbing the makeup and tears off my face. I didn't respond to his question, only making him groan deeply "What's wrong with you!?". "I'm just tired of you ignoring me, not giving a shit about me anymore!" I spat while glaring at him, but also still crying. "Oh my god, here we go again with this shit" he sighed while shaking his head, "Your only mad because I'm too busy to coddle you, well what did you expect. You decided to get pregnant and now your mad that you're not my number one anymore. You're not my first priority, maybe you never were". "I don't care about being your number one pri-fucking-ority Harry, but that doesn't mean you have to treat me as if I'm invisible. You shouldn't push me directly out of the picture, you shouldn't tell me your making plans for us and then ignore me when I ask you about what's  going on. If you wanted to break up, you should've just  told me, I would've understood. But, you never should have treated me the way you have, you shouldn't be trying to make my kids hate me" I shouted at him. "Here comes the paranoia" he mocked, "It's not paranoia, it's the truth! Anytime I want to wake them up in the morning and get them ready for the day, you've already done it. When I want to do bath time, you say they don't need it. I want to take them out, but you already have plans for the three of you, not including me though. It's like I'm nothing anymore! You've been keeping things from me, probably so when we go to custody court, you have all this evidence against me, that I'm not doing anything for them and that they hate me" I exclaimed tears pouring now, as I was trying to conceal my sobs. I held all of this in for so long, it was only a matter of time before it all came out. "Maybe you are right, maybe they do hate you. But, it's not because of anything I've done. Remember when Ethan was born, you became depressed. I remember the doctor telling us that that was a possibility after you deliver, but I figured that since you were fine after Mason was born, you'd be fine after Ethan. But, you became so disconnected from everything, the boys and I. You were around, but not present in the moment. Maybe that's why they hate you, because you missed 7 months of their lives because you were being selfish. You missed almost all of Ethan's life, maybe they hate you because you've been a horrible mother" he spat out like venom, I couldn't believe the an I was still so deeply in love with, was saying these things. "I wasn't being selfish" I sobbed quietly, he chuckled with anger "No, you were insecure about how you looked after, well you never had a perfect body before to begin with. So, yeah. I'd say you were pretty Selfish". I just stared at him, lost for words. Saving this relationship was no longer worth it for me, not after all these unnecessary things he's been yelling at me. I pushed past him, out of the bathroom. "Run away, like you know how to do so well. Maybe it would be best if you left and never came back!" he then stated seriously, topping it off. I slipped my shoes on, grabbed my purse before wiping my eyes once more, because the tears were still falling. "Fine, I'll leave and you can be that perfect father that everyone already thinks you are! You can do it all on your own, or until you find someone to take my place in the boys lives. If you haven't already" I sobbed as I rushed downstairs, I had to get out of this house, because it no longer felt like home. I think once I ran downstairs, that's when it hit him just how far he took it. "Wait..." he yelled as he rushed down the stairs after me, I ignored him because this is what he wanted.

Once I made it outside, I noticed that Gemma had already pulled up, parked and was now pulling Ethan out of his car seat. He smiled at me, or at least I thought it was for me, but Harry was hot on my tail. So, Ethan's smile was not for me, it was for his father and that only made me cry harder. "Hey, I was just bringing them in.... What's wrong?" Gemma asked, but all could do is shake my head and jump into my car. She could clearly tell that something was wrong, because of the worried  and confused look on her face. I locked the car door and put the key in the ignition, quickly. "Y/N!" Harry shouted from outside the passenger window, attempting to open the door, only to find that it was locked. I threw the car in reverse, leaving the drive way fast, not looking back. I called my mom, via Bluetooth. She didn't answer the first time, but after a few missed calls, she finally answered. "Hunny, what's wrong?" she asked knowing that something was wrong right off the bat, " Harry... He and I" I sobbed hard, "Sweetheart, calm down. Where are you? Are you safe?"  she asked, trying not to upset me anymore than I already was. Before I could answer though, I made a right turn, not realizing I had just cut off someone else off. Causing them to rear end me hard, causing me to lose control of the car and fly off the road. Smashing my hear onto the dashboard because I had forgotten to put on my seat belt. I could hear my mom shouting the entire time, she could tell what was going on, she could hear the collision and my yelling. The last thing I saw before everything went black, was the two curly haired little boys that now, might have to grow up without a mother.

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Hey guys, I just quickly wanted to make an authors note. I want everyone to know that I do not body shame, I myself am out of shape, no lie, I love food and hate working out. I think everyone is beautiful no matter what they look like, I'm honestly like a peace, love and chill type of person. Like why is there so much hate in this world, I'll never know. I'm sure Harry's not a dick, I wrote it all for the Angst. I really hope you enjoyed and Thank you all so much for reading. Don't forget, you're all beautiful. Lot's of Love, Katie <3<3

[jjmaybanktrash]

I’m scared: S•P

I’m back again, I know it’s been a long break but just the crap I’ve been through lately I needed to get into a better place. So here we go!

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Request: Y/N

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It was just a couple days after the musical, Fangs was finally being released. You honestly didn’t know why he was even locked up, they had no proof it was him! You and the other serpents were all standing in the police station, surrounding fangs. You were in front of fangs, sweet pea was beside you and Jughead was on the other side of you, you all pushed, through the crowd just as you got to the car you seen Reggie pull the gun up at fangs, last thing you remember was the bang, you fell to the ground. You looked everywhere for sweet pea, but you couldn’t see him, you couldn’t only see Jughead and Fangs. Jughead yelled “Come on Y/N we’ve gotta take you to hospital.” You shook your head tears streaming down “No I want sweet pea with me.” Fangs pulled his phone from his ear for the third time “Still nothing.”

-Sweet Pea’s p.o.v-

My phone kept buzzing, I looked down at it to see it was fangs. I just ignored it, I wanted to fucking find Reggie, he hurt my girlfriend. I was walking through the high school trashing everything, just as I was leaving, Archie Andrews showed up, he yelled “Sweet Pea it wasn’t Reggie. It was Midge’s Mum.” I screamed “I don’t care who the fuck it was, it was a north sider that shot my girlfriend and you all are gonna fucking pay.” Archie yelled “Y/N want you in hospital with her. I doubt she would want you out causing a riot.” I shook my head “Move it Andrews or I’ll move you.” My phone buzzed again, I pulled it out and spoke “Boys watch my back.” I looked down and seen it was a text from Jughead. It read “SP come to the hospital ASAP, Y/N has gone into shock from blood loss, and we both know she’d rather you here when she wakes up.” I replied “I’ll be there soon just finishing something off.”

I looked up at Archie and spoke “I’d move it right now Andrews, you wouldn’t wanna be in the cross fire.” I pulled out my lighter as the guys pulled the bins full of paper in front of me. I chucked the lighter in and walked out, my next stop? I know it should be the hospital but I need to go smash up the lodge’s car. I looked across the road and seen Mr. Lodge’s car, I started chucking things at it whatever got into my hands I threw at it, as soon as it was destroyed to my likings I ran to the hospital. I ran in, blood all over my hands, I looked around the waiting room to see Jughead and Fangs, they both looked up at me, tears in their eyes. I yelled “Where is she?” Jughead looked straight at the door beside me, I swung it open, there she laid, all these cords and needles in her. I walked over to her bed, I cried “I’m sorry I let this happen Y/N, I shouldn’t of been in front not you.”

Jughead walked in “Sweet Pea. She’s okay, she’s got blood going into her now. But the Ghoulies are back.” I shook my head “I’m not leaving her. Not again.” Fangs spoke softly “Jug we’ll just leave him here with her. I know Y/N is your sister but we’ve gotta go to pops.” Jughead nodded “When she wakes up call me.” I nodded “Okay.” The two left the room leaving me beside Y/N, I cried “I love you so fucking much Y/N/N! You’re everything and more, I honestly couldn’t be without you. I’m so glad you’re okay, just wake up for me please. I love you.”

-Your P.O.V-

“I love you.” Was the first thing I heard when my eyes flattered open, your head turned to the side, your eyes met Sweet Peas, you softly spoke “Pea.” His eyes lit up, like a kid’s on Christmas Day, he smiled “Omg Y/N you’re awake.” You nodded “I am. Where’s Fangs and Jug?” He shook his head “Ghoulies are back so they’re going to get rid of them.” He pulled out his phone and called someone, he spoke “Yeah she’s awake. Oh FP, Keller and Fred sorted it? Alrighty see you and FP soon.” He put his phone down and looked at you “Jughead and FP will be here soon.” You nodded “Alright now give me a kiss and tell me what damage you done.” He chuckles and leaned in giving you a kiss, he pulled back and told me all that he done.

After Pea finished telling you what he had done, your dad and brother walked in. You looked over at them and smiled “See you bunch of idiots I’m okay.”

[chuffyfan87]

Hiding. Part 77c

"This isn't a dream?"

“No honey, it’s not a dream.”

She smiled softly, clearly exhausted. "I love you."

“I love you too.” He kissed her tenderly.

Each time she blinked her eyes were staying closed for longer, she was trying to fight against it but the urge to sleep was overwhelming.

“You should sleep. Get your rest, you’re going to need it.” He said gently.

"What if I don't wake up?" She mumbled.

“You will.” He reassured, “I know you will.”

"I'm scared."

“Of what, baby?” He asked.

"That something bad will happen while I'm sleeping."

“You’ve just got to have faith that it doesn’t.” He kissed her tenderly.

"Stay here with me?"

“Of course. I’m not planning on going anywhere.”

Somewhat reassured she finally gave in to her exhaustion and allowed herself to drift off to sleep.

As promised he stayed by her side.

After a few minutes Megan cautiously popped her head around the door. As she wasn't family the staff hadn't told her anything about what was going on.

Charlie looked up and gestured for Megan to come over to them.

"Is everything OK?" She whispered as she approached.

“Everything’s perfect.” He smiled brightly, a solitary tear rolling down his cheek.

Megan placed her hand on Charlie's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze, looking down at the sleeping infant in his arms. "They wouldn't tell me anything." She explained softly.

“He was born by c-section. Duffy lost more blood that average but nothing like she has the last times so she’s stable. She’s on obs every thirty minutes for the next twenty four hours.” Another tear rolled down her cheek. “The perfect delivery. Just what she always wanted.”

"She had me worried for a while there." Megan admitted. "He's a bonny little thing." She smiled, stroking a finger across the baby's cheek.

“That makes both of us.”

"She's too stubborn for her own good!"

“Hmm, god help Tilly’s partner if she's half aa bad as her mum!" He replied with a laugh.

"She's her mother's daughter for sure that one!"

“Oh she certainly is!”

"You should probably call the kids and let them know." Megan smiled.

“I want to surprise them.”

"How are you planning to do that? Won't they notice that their mum has been kept in hospital overnight and start to wonder?"

“I haven’t thought that far.” He admitted. “But they’ll be worried about Duffy.”

"Of course they will. Maybe wait til she's a bit more awake and let her call them?" Megan suggested.

“Good idea.” He smiled, “Would you like to hold him? There’s someone I need to go and thank.”

"Of course. I'll stay here with them both."

“Thank you.” He smiled. He kissed Megan's cheek and handed the baby over to her.

Megan took hold of the little boy with much practised ease.

The baby stirred a little but remained asleep in Megan’s arms.

Charlie kissed Duffy’s forehead and went to find Maggie.

After updating Duffy's notes Maggie had gone to the staffroom for a much needed cup of tea and a couple of biscuits, the adrenaline still pumping through her veins.

Charlie lent against the door frame, “Hi.”

Maggie jumped, not expecting anyone to enter the room.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

"Is everything OK?" She asked, getting up from the sofa.

“Yes thanks to you.” He stepped towards her, “I wanted to say thank you.”

"I was just doing my job." She shrugged, blushing slightly.

When he was close enough, he kissed her cheek. “You saved them both. Thank you.”

"I'm just glad everything turned out OK. You're usually so calm and unflappable, it was unnerving seeing you so scared."

“She terrifies me.” He admitted.

"So I've discovered the gap in the Charlie Fairhead facade?" She laughed.

“Yes something like that.” He smiled shyly.

"I promise not to tell anyone." She whispered conspiratorially.

“Thank you.” He whispered back.

"She's a lucky lady."

“I’m the lucky one.”

"Yeh, I don't know your wife that well but she seems nice." Maggie agreed.

“She’s lovely, got a heart of gold.” He told her with a smile.

"We should all be so lucky to find that special someone." Maggie sighed.

“There’s someone out there for everyone. Duffy and I were just lucky to find it together.”

"What if that person is already taken by someone else?"

He smiled sadly, “I’m not sure.”

"Do you go for it or leave well alone?"

“Depends on the person.” He shrugged, “Test the water? See what happens?”

"OK." She replied, giving him a dazzling smile.

He smiled back, holding her gaze for a second longer than necessary. “I should probably go back to Duffy and the baby, make sure she’s not causing trouble.”

"Yeh. I'll catch up with you during your next shift." She squeezed his arm. "Congratulations." She smiled, leaning in to give him a hug.

He hugged her back, “Thank you.”

"You know where I am if ever you need anything." She whispered as she lingered in his embrace.

“I know. Same goes to you too.” He smiled before he pulled out of the embrace and left her to it. He headed back to see Duffy, Megan and his son.

When he arrived back in resus Duffy was awake again and becoming increasingly agitated. Megan was attempting to calm her down with little success.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Charlie asked.

"Where the hell did you go? You said you'd stay with me!" Duffy replied, her tone angry despite her still being weak and tired from the birth.

“I was gone for five minutes.” He replied, “I was thanking the woman who saved yours and the baby’s life. It’s the least I could do.”

"Saying thank you takes a few seconds. What were you doing the rest of the time?"

“I was talking.”

"Talking to her was more important than being here was it?" Duffy spat back.

"Duffy, pet, calm down. You're not going to do your blood pressure any good if you don't." Megan attempted to calm her.

“Don’t start taking his side!” Duffy answered back.

Charlie sighed, “Duffy I was talking. I was gone five minutes that’s all.” He stepped towards her and stroked her cheek.

Duffy pulled her face away from his touch, reaching out towards Megan to take her son back.

“Darling?” He sighed.

Duffy relaxed slightly after Megan handed the baby back to her.

"I'm going to give you both a few minutes." Megan sighed.

“Thank you Megan.” Charlie watched as Megan left the room and sat down by the bed. He watched Duffy with their son.

Duffy attempted to sit up as the baby began to fuss, clearly hungry.

He helped her to sit up, “Are you going to breast feed or...?”

"I can manage by myself!" She muttered angrily though she was forced to accept his assistance as the anesthesia hadn't yet fully worn off.

“Will you please stop arguing with me?” He asked sadly as he kissed her forehead.

It took a few minutes for Duffy to get her son settled but once he was feeding happily she spoke again, though she didn't look up. "I don't trust her." She stated firmly.

“Don’t trust who? Maggie?”

"Not as far as I could chuck her!"

“Duffy!”

"What?"

“Why don’t you trust her?”

"She's got that look about her."

"What look?"

"Don't tell me you can't see it?!"

“See what?” He was clueless.

"Remind you of anyone does she?" She retorted sarcastically.

“Duffy! I have no idea what you’re going on about.”

"I'm not surprised she caught your eye, she's very much your type afterall." She replied bitterly.

“You think I fancy her?” He laughed before he realised she was deadly serious. “You’re actually been serious aren’t you?”

"Oh now why would I think that you'd be attracted to a dark haired, slender doctor..?"

“You honestly think I’m attracted to Maggie?”

"She's a much better option that what you currently come home to so why wouldn't you?"

“You’re my wife. And you’re sexy as hell, why would I want anyone else?”

"I'm not stupid, I've seen the way she looks at you."

“So she fancies me? Doesn’t mean I fancy her.”

"Oh so you knew she fancies you?"

“No but I’m guessing that’s why you’re so jealous.”

"I am not jealous!"

“Ok.” He caught her gaze, “She isn’t you, Duffy.”

"No - she's young, free, single and slim whereas I'm the fat and frumpy middle aged drudge you're stuck married to." She replied, starting to cry.

He pulled her into a hug, sensing hormones were playing a huge role here. “Duffy Fairhead, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met who in twenty odd years, still insists on getting me rock hard. You are not fat! Or old. You have just given me another son, another child, and I love your body for the amazing things it constantly does. You are still just as beautiful as the day I set eyes on you, yes after you chucked coffee all over my shirt.” He kissed the top of her head, “I don’t want anyone other than you. I don’t want someone I can just fuck because it feels good. I want someone I can make love to and fuck in equal measure. Someone like you who makes me a better husband, father and man.”

The tears continued to stream down her face. "I'm... I'm... Sorry..." She mumbled as she lent against his chest, their son held tightly in her arms.

“You don’t have to apologise. It’s nice that you’re awake and talking.” He replied quietly. “You can talk to me about anything that’s on your mind, you know?”

"She reminds me too much of Baz." Duffy whispered.

“So you think my head’s going to be turned?”

Duffy nodded. "I keep thinking that one day you'll wake up and realise I'm not the girl you fell for anymore."

“Oh sweetheart.” He moved to look her in the eye. “You’ll never stop being the girl I fell in love with.”

"I hate feeling like this."

“It’s your hormones. They’ll settle down.”

"You haven't given her any kind of signals? That would make her think you're interested?"

“I may have said something.” He sighed, “I swear I didn’t know until we were talking just now that she fancied me!”

"What did you say?"

[elscarlet]

Divided Dimensions: The World of Elkanov Part 1 (Revised)

This is the first chapter of the novel. I’ve been writing and have a hard time not going back to edit everything. I really need to stop being a perfectionist when it comes to my writing. Anyway, hope you enjoy~ I’ll post the next chapter tomorrow.

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As smoke fills the room, the sound of the smoke alarm blaring reverberates throughout the house, waking me from my trance. I jolt up before sighing as I use my index finger to adjust my black-rimmed glasses, my other hand placing the book I had been reading down gently on my desk. 

Not this again. I cover my nose and mouth with my sleeve before walking out of my room. I travel down the now smoke-filled staircase and towards the open kitchen which was barely visible. Squinting my eyes, I thread carefully into the kitchen, making sure not to bump into anything. 

“Mum! You okay?” I call out, a cough leaving my lips as I search for some kind of movement. 

“I’m fine, Alistair! Just burned some pancakes.” 

“Burnt pancakes?” I mutter as I turn to face where the voice came from and made my way over. My mother, Bella, was fanning the smoke out of the kitchen from the back door with a magazine, coughing a few times. “Were you hurt?” I ask, adjusting my glasses before looking at her to make sure she wasn’t injured. 

“Apart from having a bit of smoke in my lungs, I’m pretty much alright.” She chuckles. “Oh, could you please turn off the alarm, Chip?” She says in between coughs. 

I nod before grabbing a broom from the storeroom to turn the smoke alarm off. The smoke had mostly dispersed from the kitchen which revealed the stove and what looked more like charcoal then pancakes. I sigh inwardly at the sorry sight of what was supposed to be breakfast. I throw the pancake that was on the pan and look at the batter on the kitchen counter. 

“Sorry about that, Chip. I got a little distracted with my work.” Mum apologises, lightly scratching her neck. 

“It’s fine mum. I was planning on making breakfast too but got distracted reading.” I dismiss, already putting an apron on. “I’ll finish up with the pancakes. School is in another hour or so anyway.” 

“You’ve been walking to school a lot more these days so how about I drive you today? To make up for the pancakes.” 

I hum in agreement as I flip another pancake. This has happened almost every week whenever she was the one to cook breakfast. It wasn’t that she was bad at cooking; it was just that she was a little bit of a mess sometimes. Balancing work and coming home to take care of a 14-year-old kid was not an easy task and I understand that. 

“Sorry about this. I’m such a terrible-” 

“Please don’t say that mum. I know you’re just doing your best to take care of me.” I shake my head.  

“Sigh. Thanks, sweetie. How about we cook some spaghetti for dinner tonight? Or maybe order some pizza? Since its Friday, we can even watch a movie if you’d like.” 

“Sure.” I place the pancake filled plate on the table and sit down across from her. We ate as we talked about mundane things before I got up to gather my stuff. I take a quick look at myself in the mirror and comb my dark brown hair into a side part. My eyes land on the green gemstone pendant that came out of my shirt, probably from running down the stairs earlier. I look at it as I held it in my palm, a sudden sense of longing forming in my heart. 

“You ready yet, Al?” Mum calls out from down the stairs, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Yeah, I’ll be down in a sec!” I shout back. I take one last look at the pendant before hiding it behind my shirt that was underneath my school uniform. I grab the book I was reading before rushing down the stairs. 

We rode in silence most of the way to school and stopped when the stop light turned red. I had unconsciously started to fiddle with my pendant part way during the ride and couldn’t stop my head from forming a question.  “Hey, mum?” 

“Hmm…?” She hums in response, mostly paying attention to the road ahead. “Where did you get this pendant? I know I’ve asked this a few times already but I really don’t understand why I have to wear it at all times.” I ask as I glance at her. 

“There’s no reason for you to ask where I got it from. Just know it’s for your protection.” She answers in a harsh tone, surprising me a little. She sighs. She glances at me briefly with a face I don’t see often. “We’ll talk about it at the right time, okay?” She turns back towards the road just as the light changes to green. 

I nod my head, opting to stay quiet. I certainly didn’t want to trouble her with it but I just don’t understand how some green gemstone is supposed to protect me.  What is it protecting me from? Sighing inwardly, I place the pendant back behind my shirt, the fabric making me feel stuffy. I decide to grab the book I had been reading earlier this morning to past the time as the car once again fills with silence.      

I shield myself from another punch with my arm; the force would no doubt cause a bruise. I grit my teeth to hold back another groan as a kick lands on my side. My glasses already chucked to the side. Shit. Just thinking of all the possible lies I’ll need to tell mum when I get home is giving me headaches.  I’m glad they’re avoiding any obvious places that would be hard to cover up or this will just be an even bigger pain. 

“You ready to tell the truth now, Al?” Jackson’s voice hisses as his hand grabs a fistful of my hair. 

“I have told you enough times… I did not—” I cough, my breathing ragged. “I did not do it!” I glare at the raven-haired boy that I used to call my friend. 

“Tch. Still ain’t gonna admit it, huh? That’s fine.” Jackson mocks, his eyes showing an almost animalistic bloodlust, shocking me for a second. “I just hope you’re ready to face the consequences.” He reaches for his back pocket and pulls out a pocket knife. 

“Woah, Jack! I thought you said we were just going to scare him a little.” The blonde guy that was holding onto me let go of my arms. “He’s already beaten up! Just forget about it! It was probably just a coincidence—” 

“Shut your fucking mouth, Elric. That don’t matter. I’ve been wanting to beat the shit out of him for a long time now anyway.” 

“What did I ever do to you?” I exclaim, annoyed, frustrated even, by him. “Does it even matter? I just don’t like that face of yours.” A sinister grin appears on his lips. 

“I ain’t stayin’ for this shit!” Another boy yelled before he walks off. A few of the other boys that were there left too, leaving Jackson, Elric, and I alone in the empty hallway of the school. 

“Heh, pussies,” Jackson mutters. “Now, I wonder where I should cut you first?” 

Damn it! Well, this certainly won’t end well for me. How did it get to this anyway? I would’ve escaped already if I didn’t feel so sick all of a sudden. Maybe I shouldn’t have stayed up reading. 

I could feel a cold sensation press against my cheek which brought me back from my meaningless complaints. It wasn’t enough to draw blood, though. But it definitely reminded me that one wrong move could be fatal. 

I look up and saw Jackson’s face. He didn’t look like himself, or at least not like the Jackson I knew. I could feel him applying more pressure on the knife against my cheek. I instinctively shut my eyes, just hoping someone saw them and called a teacher.  I was already giving up when I hear the sound of footsteps getting closer. 

“Tch.” I hear Elric click his tongue before the pressure on my cheek disappears. 

“Stop, someone’s called a teacher. We need to go.” Jackson lets go of my hair and I hear the sound of something metal fall onto the floor before another pair of footsteps pass me. The footsteps from earlier got closer as I slump onto the ground. I glance at where the footsteps came from but my eyes started losing focus as the world around me spirals. 

  “Stop, that’s enough. It’ll be harder for me to heal him if you hurt him too much.” A blonde boy exclaims as he places a hand on the shoulder of the woman standing beside the unconscious raven-haired boy on the infirmary bed.

“Oh, please. It’s not like I’ll kill the kid. Father’s orders were to make sure to drain him as much as possible so it’ll be easier to—” The voice cut off as if someone had stopped them from talking.

“Shut it, Veera. He’s waking up. You better block his memories now before he remembers any of this. And make sure to knock him out.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.”The purple-haired woman—Veera—places her hand above the boy’s head, her eyes glowing with a violet hue as she chants something under her breath. A dark mist covers the boy’s head as he stirs. The boy’s body slowly absorbs the dark mist and his movements stop.

“Don’t forget to deal with four-eyes over there. I think your spells are finally starting to work on him.” The blonde boy gestures towards another boy leaning on one of the chairs, barely conscious. “I’ve had enough of playing pretend with these kananai and I really don’t want to waste any more of my time and kana here. You know how long it takes to restore it all.”

“Tch. You’re not the only one suffering here. At least you don’t have to pretend to be some old nurse. Luckily those bastards that ran off already had their memories wiped.” Veera crosses her arms, annoyed. “Let’s just get this over with. I can’t wait to get started with that kid.”

“You better remember what father said. Even if only in name they’re still—”

“I get it, Veros! Geez, it’s not like I’m gonna kill the kid. It’s just a pain in the neck to break that protection charm.” She rolls her eyes. She flicks her wrist and a shadow-like arm emerges from her shadow which lifts the raven-haired boy and moves him onto another chair before placing the other boy on the bed. “I wonder how much longer this charm of yours is going to last? It really is a mystery how he’s still alive after so many years living here.”

“Just get to it. We don’t have much time left before he wakes up.”Veera rolls her eyes. She starts searching for something on the boy; the green gemstone pendant around his neck, and stores it in her pocket before doing what she did with the former boy. It took a little longer for the dark mist to be absorbed into his body and once it did, Veros lifts the other boy up by wrapping his arm around the boy’s torso and the boy’s arm on his shoulder. He walks out the door with Veera in tow.   

I hold the side of my head as a confused and pained grumble escapes my lips. My eyes flick open and slowly adjust to the light in the room. I dart my eyes around the room, trying to figure out where I am. Is this…the infirmary? 

“Oh, you’re awake.” I look towards where the voice had come from and see the school’s nurse, Ms Vivian with her arms crossed, walking towards her desk, her dark purple hair tied up in a bun. I hadn’t seen her earlier so she must have just come in. I slowly got up to sit, my body feeling lighter than usual. That’s…weird? Shouldn’t I be aching all over right now? I look at my arms in confusion; there weren’t any bruises on them. 

“I was surprised when they brought you in. You’ve never fainted during school before.” Ms Vivian says as she starts pouring water into a glass that was on the table and hands it to me. 

“Fainted?” I ask before taking a sip of the water. “Yes, the teacher that sent you here said you fainted in the hallway. I believe it was from lack of sleep.” 

“That’s… Wasn’t I…?” I stop myself. What happened? I reach up to adjust my glasses only to realize I wasn’t wearing them. 

“Oh, right!” The nurse grabs something from her desk and gives it to me. “We can’t forget about your glasses now can we?” She chuckles. I take my glasses from her, sighing in relief after making sure that it was okay. “Um… what time is it?” 

“It’s 11:09. You’ve been asleep for about 20 minutes.” She replies after glancing at her wristwatch. “You can go home now if you want since there’s only less than half an hour before school ends. I’ll tell the teacher.” I nod my head. I’ll get more time to read if I go now. Since it’s a Friday, mum won’t be home till late too. With such thoughts, I decide to go home early.

“Alright then, your things are right over there.” She points towards the door where my bag was leaning against a chair. “I’ll make sure the teachers know.” 

“By the way,” I say after taking a deep breath once more. “Has my mother been informed of this?” I ask as I adjust my glasses and slowly get out of the bed. 

“Mhnm? Oh, your mother? No, since it was just something caused by lack of sleep.” Ms Vivian answers while writing something on a piece of paper. I pay no mind to it and get up to take my bag. As I was about to leave, my hand went to fiddle with my pendant. It wasn’t on me. Just as I was about to ask if she had seen it, Ms Vivian dangles my pendant in front of me. 

“You dropped this when you fainted. I nearly forgot to give it back.” She explains with a smile on her face, her dark purple eyes staring at me. 

“O-oh! Thank you, Ms. Vivian.” I take the pendant, feeling a little uncomfortable for some reason. She smiles as she pats my back and opens the door to lead me out. I walk out of the infirmary as I sling my bag onto my shoulder. What on earth happened? I wonder as I trudge the silent halls of the school. I shrug, thinking it would benefit me more to just forget it rather than wrack my brain to try and remember. But I just can’t shake the feeling that something was off, especially with the nurse. 

Halfway through my walk, I stop after noticing an unfamiliar shop. It was a café. Not an ordinary one though, I could tell, from its name and the interior design I could see from the outside windows. Well, it’s not as if I have much to do at home anyway. Rather, this might work as a good distraction to get my mind off things. Mum isn’t coming home anytime soon either. 

I push open the black wooden door with a sign that said “Welcome to Timeless Café”, the light chime of a bell ringing reaches my ears as I take in the scene around me. The café exudes a calm and cosy atmosphere. The smell of fresh coffee and books instantly makes me relax and the sound of light chatter and soft jazz comforts me. I reach the line in front of the cashier and wait patiently to order. 

“Hello, and welcome to Timeless Café. What would you like to order?” The cashier, a man who seems to be around his forties, greets me when it was my turn to order. His smile was calm and gentle which contrasts from his large build and bearded face. I didn’t really have much of an appetite and thinking so I say, 

“I’ll have a black coffee and…” I stop to ponder as I adjust my glasses. Should I get something to eat? 

“How about a slice of a dark Oreo chocolate cheesecake? I’ would work well with the black coffee and won’t be too sweet.” The cashier grins. 

“Hmm… yeah, I’ll have that then. Thank you.” I nod, thinking it would be easier to just go with his suggestion rather than make the line wait any longer. 

“Okay, that will be 7.55. Will you be eating in?” I nod as the man punches in something into the cash register.  “Please hold on for a moment while I get your order ready.” He says and instructs another employee to get the coffee and cake ready. I hand over the money and take the change. "Please, find a seat and take this with you." The man gives me a button-like thing the size of my palm. "The button glows red when your order is ready and someone will give you your order." 

I nod again and take the button with me as I scan the café for the seat I had spotted from outside. When I saw the seat that was at the end of the café next to the outside window and a bookshelf, I hasten my footsteps to take the seat before anyone else could. I put the button on the table and slide off my bag and place it on top of my chair. I decide to grab an extra book from the bookshelf beside me while I wait since I was almost done with the book I was reading. I flip through a few of the books, briefly looking at its contents before deciding on what to read. A certain dark green coloured book catches my attention and without much thought, I take it out of the bookshelf. The book's cover was actually made of material close to leather and has two belt-like straps on it. 

“The World of Elkanov?” I murmur to myself. Curious, I look at the back of the book however there was no short synopsis at the back of it. Shrugging, I take the book back to my seat and sit down after placing my bag on the chair beside me. I flip open the book that looks as if it were a journal, the first page even stating the writer's name as the owner of the book. Even more intrigued, I quickly go to the first chapter of the book, the lights above me casting’ a yellow hue.

A few minutes in and I was already engrossed in the book. I almost didn't realise the button glowing red, signalling that my order would arrive in a moment. I make sure to remember where I left off before putting down the book as I wait for my food to arrive. The same man from before was now holding a tray and walking towards me, probably to give me my order. 

"Thank you," I say as he places my black coffee and the cake on the table. 

"You're welcome." He grins. "Oh, didn't think someone would pick that book to read." I hear him say as he points at the book on the table. 

"It caught my eye because of its unique design. I've never seen a book using faux leather as its cover before." I say as I adjust my glasses, a little flustered by the sudden conversation. 

"Ah, that's true. It’s the only book of its kind. I've never seen anyone read it though. Must be cause of it lookin' so old. Shame that there aren't any more of the books. Even though my friend took so long to finish it." He shakes his head with a sigh.

"Wait, your friend wrote this?!" I exclaim a little too loud. It's a good thing jazz music is playing in the background otherwise people would be staring at me right now. "I-I mean, you are a friend of the author of this book?" The man chuckles, 

"Yeah, he was a real weirdo, that guy. Always going on and on about his adventures." The man's face suddenly fell, as if recalling a sombre memory. "He passed away a long time ago though, 10 years to be exact." He sighs. "Well, I’m just glad someone's reading his book." 

A little surprised by the information, I adjust my glasses again before saying, "I'm sorry for prying." 

"Nah, you don't have to feel bad. It's not your fault. Besides, it's been so long already." He scratches his neck and averts his eyes. "The name's Edward by the way. Oh, and you can take that old book home too if ya like. It's just gonna gather dust if I leave it here." He says as he takes the button-like thing from the table before turning around to leave. 

"W-wait! Would the owner of the cafe be okay with that?" I stop him. 

"Course he would! I'm the boss after all!" He gives a hearty laugh as he waves it off and leaves to resume his work. 

Stunned at the sudden revelation, I shake my head softly as if to get rid of the shock. Who knew the owner of the cafe would be working right at the cashier. I adjust my glasses, opting to pay no mind to it and deciding to finally start eating. 

A pleased hum escapes my lips after taking a bite out of the cake. He wasn't lying when he said the cake would go well with the coffee. I continue to eat and drink occasionally as I read the book, already forgetting about the other novel inside my bag. My coffee and cake were finished by the time half an hour had passed however, I decided to stay and continue reading the book for a little longer. 

A few hours pass by and I was almost halfway done with the book. I glance at the clocks on the wall across from my seat and search for the clock with the name of my country under it. It was already 3:34. Realizing how long I have been staying here, I close the book and get up to leave. I grab my bag and with the book in my hand, I leave the café with a more relaxed and satisfied smile.

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How was it? Feel free to give me any comments or critiques so i can improve on the other chapters as well. Thanks for reading~   

[sims-psycho]

all questions .For you. I am intrigued to see the answers :D

WOAH, honestly was not expecting this, but I guess I did ask for it so here we go :’) (under the cut cuz this shits looong)

1. Last kiss ~ Like, 5 months ago lol

2. Last phone call ~ Yesterday, my colleague phoned me in the morning to say thE DELIVERY I WAS MEANT TO BE SIGNING IN WAS ALREADY THERE. IT WAS 8AM. WASN’T MEANT TO GET THERE TILL 11 FFS

3. Last text message ~ to my mum, was asking her how yoga went (she does yoga)

4. Last song you listened to ~ Money by Pink Floyd

5. Last time you cried ~ literally last night, i cry DAILEY :’)

HAVE YOU EVER:

6. Dated someone twice ~ kiiindaaaaa????

7. Been cheated on ~ pretty sure my ass of a first bf cheated on me yup

8. Self harmed ~ not conventionally, no

9. Lost someone special ~ Yeah, my aunt, she was one of a kind

10. Been depressed ~ oh yes :’)

11. Been drunk and threw up ~ surprisingly no, i don’t really do throwing up

THIS YEAR HAVE YOU:

12. had sex ~ nope lmao

13. How many people have you had sex with this year? ~ ….uhhh, none ^^

15. Made a new friend ~ Yeah actually, the new guy at work is pretty chill, i’d say we’re friends

17. Laughed until you cried ~ probably yeah

18. Met someone who changed you ~ nope

19. Found out who your true friends were ~ kind of yeah

20. Found out someone was talking about you ~ dude, no one talks about me lol

26. What did you do for your last Birthday ~ I went to see my bestest friend in the whole world ^.^

27. What time did you wake up today ~ not in the morning, i can say that for sure :’)

29. Name something you CANNOT wait for ~ I’M GOING TO SEE MCFLY THIS NOVEMBER!!!

30. Last time you saw your all of your siblings at the same time ~ never, i have no siblings lol

31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life ~ jesus christ, so many things, i guess I wish i was a year ahead of where i am now

32. What are you listening to right now ~ the try guys podcast >.

33. When is the last time you had sex? ~ don’t know if you can tell, but I literally haven’t had sex in like a year :’)

34. Who’s getting on your nerves right now ~ do I count? Yes? Okay, myself XD

35. Most visited webpage ~ probably this dumb site 

36. Favorite colour ~ this:

37. Nicknames ~ i’ve collected quite a few tbh, Roo, Chu, Ross, Rossi, Chuckles and Chuck are most of them, used by various people >.

38. Relationship Status ~ single pringle so if anyone wants to love me up go for it XD

39. Zodiac sign ~ sagittarius

40. Male or female ~ fem

41. Primary school ~ no XD seriously tho not gonna write my schools on this hellsite :’)

42. Secondary School ~ noooo

43. High school/college ~ nooooooooooo

44. Eye color ~ like a blueish grey, sometimes rly bright blue

46. Height ~ 5’8 ish i think

47. Do you have a crush on someone ~ nope :’)

48. What do you like about yourself ~ tbh, i think i’m pretty intelligent, it’s like the one thing i can say ‘yeah, i’m good’ at >.

49. Piercings ~ my ear lobes, soon to be nose!!

50. Tattoos ~ GETTING MY FIRST ON WEDNESDAY! Let me know if i should post a pic here >.

51. Righty or lefty ~ leftyyyyy

FIRSTS:

53. First piercing ~ ears 

54. First best friend ~ this kid called Harvey when i was like 4, haven’t seen him in over a decade tho

55. First hookup ~ my ex boyfriend

56. First Bestfriend ~ isn’t…this…like…..the same question as like….two questions ago….?

RIGHT NOW:

59. Eating ~ nothing :’)

60. Drinking ~ decaf tea 

61. I’m about to ~ play sims, duh, isn’t that what we all do here >.

62. Listening to ~ already said, the trypod

63. Waiting for ~ the inevitable caress of death lmao :’)

YOUR FUTURE:

64. Want kids? ~ imma get real for a sec. Yes, i have always wanted kids, but with the way the climate crisis is going and the complete lack of empathy our world leaders are showing towards it, I think it would be incredibly selfish for me to have children ‘just cuz i’ve always wanted kids’ :/

65. Get married? ~ maybe, don’t rly care for marrage either way

66. Career ~ i’ve been asking myself this question for the past 3 years, still don’t know the answer :’)

WHICH IS BETTER:

67. Lips or eyes ~ i’m assuming these are all about other people right? Eyes

68. Hugs or kisses ~ why not both?? :o

69. Shorter or taller ~ taller mmmm XD

70. Older or Younger ~ don’t mind a little bit either way

71. Romantic or spontaneous ~ *sings i want it all by queen* XD

72. Nice stomach or nice arms ~ stomach

73. Sensitive or loud ~ sensitive

74. Hook-up or relationship ~ hook ups are ewie (to me) so relationships every time

HAVE YOU EVER:

76. Kissed a stranger ~ nooooooooooooo, thems some big red flags bro :’)

77. Drank hard liquor ~ yup

78. Lost glasses/contacts ~ surprisingly no, have broken my glasses a fair few times tho

79. Had sex ~ omg, for the 10 billionth time, y e s

80. Broken someone’s heart ~ unfortunately yes…

82. Been arrested ~ nope

83. Turned someone down ~ yup

84. Cried when someone died ~ yeah

85. Fallen for a friend ~ omg yes, and let me tell you, IT’S THE WORST!

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

86. Yourself ~ fuck, thats too deep for meeeeeeee :’)

87. Miracles ~ eh, kind of? I dunno

88. Love at first sight ~ if feel like you can have some feelings about someone when you first see them that could lead to love, but not flat out love y’know

89. Heaven ~ nah

90. Santa Clause ~ i wanna say yes, but, you know…. :’)

91. Kiss on the first date ~ dude i don’t even date, let alone kiss on them XD

92. Angels ~ I call people angel a lot, but like full on angels with wings a shit, no >.

93. How would you label yourself? ~ i honestly don’t really know atm

94. Someone You Pray Everyday For ~ i don’t pray for people, don’t mean that in a heartless way, it just doesn’t do anything at the end of the day

95. Did you sing today ~ i sing, no joke, every day XD

96. Who From All Your Ex’s have You Cared The Most About ~ well, i’ve only had 2, and the first one was an absolute twat so take a guess :’)

97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go? ~ i ask myself this a lot and the answer always changes. Right now probably a few years

98. Out Of Everything In The World What Do You Wish For ~ the saving of the planet

99. Are you afraid of falling in love? ~ i don’t think so

100. Do you like the way you look? ~ sometimes

[closetspngirl]

I dare you.... ALL of them. Yeah... I said. All. Of. Them. hehehe

Just remember...you asked...

If anyone else is even remotely interested in reading some/any/all my answers to all 100 questions, see below. For the rest of you, I hope the keep reading tab works...

1: is there a boy/girl in your life? Yes

2: think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them? Not sure yet

3: what do you think of when you hear the word “meow?” A cat?

4: what’s something you really want right now? Well a couple things...pick a coast...

5: are you afraid of falling in love? Sort of. I’m currently watching it crumble before me...and I’m not sure I can do that to myself again.

6: do you like the beach? I love the beach!

7: have you ever slept on a couch with someone else? Yes

8: what’s the background on your cell? A black and white of Jensen playing the guitar. My lock screen is a digital painting of Genevieve’s Ruby.

9: name the last four beds you were sat on? Umm...huh? Mine, my coworkers...a family friend...and I guess my mom’s?

10: do you like your phone? I do.

11: honestly, are things going the way you planned? I mean...no? But they’re looking up.

12: who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts? One of the sales ladies at work.

13: would you rather have a poodle or a rottweiler? Neither. 

14: which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? Probably emotional. I’m a total empath so I can be super sensitive. 

15: would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum? Depends on what art exhibit is going on.

16: are you tired? Yes. I got 3.5 hours of sleep and this is your cruel way of keeping me awake for at least another hour. lol. It’s a good thing you’re cute. 

17: how long have you known your 1st phone contact? As long as I’ve been at my current job, just over a year.

18: are they a relative? No.

19: would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes? Fuck. No.

20: when did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with? Uhh...like 30 minutes ago (when was the kiss is a WHOLE other question)

21: if you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today? If I knew that that was it for either of us, yet. 

22: would you kiss the last person you kissed again? I mean...maybe on the cheek in a ‘have a nice life’ kinda way

23: how many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now? One

24: is there a certain quote you live by? Oh wow...there’s a few that I like but I’m horrible with recalling them.

25: what’s on your mind? a lot of things...

26: do you have any tattoos? I do, three, four is getting added hopefully this year, for sure next year (or it might be five at that point...)

27: what is your favorite color? Purple

28: next time you will kiss someone on the lips? August

29: who are you texting? Does tumblr messaging count? If so, you, and the person I’m texting

30: think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch? Yes

31: have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right? Yes

32: do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to? Yes

33: do you think anyone has feelings for you? Yes

34: has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes? Yes

35: say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you? Hope she likes it...

36: were you single on valentines day? I mean...strictly speaking, no. Did I go out and do anything? No. I was working.

37: are you friends with the last person you kissed? Uhh...hard to answer.

38: what do your friends call you? By my name, or a few different nicknames

39: has anyone upset you in the last week? YES.

40: have you ever cried over a text? Yes. Both good and bad.

41: where’s your last bruise located? Oh goodness...uh...I think it’s the one on the side of my right knee

42: what is it from? Who the fuck knows...it just showed up one day.

43: last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad? Yesterday, day before that, Saturday, almost every day last week...

44: who was the last person you were on the phone with? Personal phone: R. Work phone: sales department.

45: do you have a favourite pair of shoes? My converse

46: do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day? I hate hats.

47: would you ever go bald if it was the style? Never

48: do you make supper for your family? I can, am able, rarely do.

49: does your bedroom have a door? Yes, thank god.

50: top 3 web-pages? Tumblr, IG and...my portfolio currently I guess since I’m trying to update it.

51: do you know anyone who hates shopping? Yeah...me. lol. Ok, not completely true. Clothes shopping is a huge hassle. 

52: does anything on your body hurt? Yes. Head, neck, back, stomach, feet (gotta love a kitchen job)

53: are goodbyes hard for you? Depends on the goodbye, mostly yes

54: what was the last beverage you spilled on yourself? Uh...probably coffee

55: how is your hair? It’s fine, thanks for asking. HA!. j/k. It’s up in a messy bun and headband

56: what do you usually do first in the morning? Turn off my alarm, See who messaged me and get ready for work

57: do you think two people can last forever? I think it’s possible, as long as both people want it.

58: think back to january 2007, were you single?  No

59: green or purple grapes? Green. Purple grapes are too sweet for me.

60: when’s the next time you will give someone a big hug? Probably...Friday when L is back at work. Otherwise, August.

61: do you wish you were somewhere else right now? Yes. Didn’t I already answer this? Pick a coast...I want to go there.

62: when will be the next time you text someone? Later tonight

63: where will you be 5 hours from now? In my bed. Asleep. So help me Chuck if I’m not.....

64: what were you doing at 8 this morning. Uhh...just waking up for the third time.

65: this time last year, can you remember who you liked? Other than Jensen/Jared/Dean/Sam? Uhh....Oh I guess I was crushing on B a little...but that ship has long sailed. 

66: is there one person in your life that can always make you smile? Absolutely. 

67: did you kiss or hug anyone today? I hugged L. I’m surprised he’s not tired of me yet. lol

68: what was your last thought before you went to bed last night? That I really need to be better at letting shit go.

69: have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? Yes. 

70: how many windows are open on your computer? Windows? One. Tabs...? 10.

71: how many fingers do you have? 8 plus two thumbs.

72: what is your ringtone? Priceless by for KING & COUNTRY

73: how old will you be in 5 months? 31

74: where is your mum right now? South Dakota

75: why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love? A long list of really shitty reasons.

76: have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? No

77: are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago? Definitely

78: do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7? At 7? Let’s see...first grade...I don’t think I had a crush on anyone. I remember there was this kid Ben that I hated because he used to take my stuff all the time. OH!! There was this really cute blonde boy that I can’t think of his name right now. He was only there for that year and then left.

79: is there anyone you know with the name mike? Yes! My best friend’s dad. lol. He’s like my second father.

80: have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms? Umm...I mean technically speaking? Yes...the way I wanted it to be? No. It was more that I fell asleep with my head on them and then they nudged me off so they could roll over...

81: how many people have you liked in the past three months? HA! Well....B...R...J...three. I’ll go with three.

82: has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days? Yes

83: will you talk to the person you like tonight? Already am

84: you’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with? I wouldn’t do that, but if I was...probably my friend Carrie...

85: if your bf/gf was into drugs would you care? I mean...probably?

86: what was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie? Well...I can’t even remember the last movie I went to go see...I think it was maybe Brooklyn, with my mom. So not a lot other than watching the movie. 

87: who was your last received call from? Work

88: if someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you? Only if it was already dead. Otherwise, no.

89: what is something you wish you had more of? energy...?

90: have you ever trusted someone too much? Yuuuuup.

91: do you sleep with your window open? When I can.

92: do you get along with girls? I do

93: are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? Am I keeping a secret? Yes. Do they need to know? No.

94: does sex mean love? No

95: you’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem? Uhh...it’d be boring AF

96: have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring? No

97: did you sleep alone this week? Yes. Have been for months now.

98: everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you? I’m working on it. I’d like to think so.

99: do you believe in love at first sight? umm...maybe? not entirely sure

100: who was the last person that you pinky promise? Oh lord...I don’t even remember. lol

Thanks for the challenge!!! xoxox

[punkscowardschampions]

Jimmy & Janis

Jimmy: ? Janis: didn't wanna wake you Janis: had to go get Grace Jimmy: is she alright? Janis: erm, loosely Janis: it's a whole situation you don't need to worry about but she's not about to be murdered so yeah, for our purposes Jimmy: you alright? Janis: just really Janis: I don't know Janis: yeah Jimmy: It's my turn to steal a car Jimmy: say the word, babe Janis: cheers Janis: step up from what she was working with, even if I'm not sure you'd pass a breathalyzer yet, like Jimmy: challenge accepted Janis: 👮💪 Janis: don't actually though, just so we're clear Janis: you should go back to sleep Jimmy: tell it to the 🐕 Jimmy: she's followed me all about everywhere I looked for you Jimmy: 🙄 Janis: awh Janis: I'm sorry Jimmy: Again, tell her 'cause 🏆💪 late night trampoline champ, me Janis: make it up to her, obviously Janis: if Ian wasn't 😡 enough over the kids, the kebab shit she does will send him over the edge, like Jimmy: She's alright she's had a walk to the scene of your failed crime with me Jimmy: Ian'll be 💔 as Sharon or whatever her name is Jimmy: let's call her mum Janis: damn, are YOU alright? Janis: didn't pull a shotgun did she Jimmy: I didn't pull a muscle or owt either 🥇 tah Jimmy: What kind of Romeo would I be if I'm not coming through a window or chucking shit at it, like? Jimmy: not real 💩 though, you're alright Janis: dead impressive, you Janis: and probably for the best, can they get DNA from shit? Janis: idk Jimmy: might do if I were 45 and it had 🩸 in it Janis: 😂 this is gross Jimmy: *goals Jimmy: I reckon we're proper starcrossed now, she were fuming Janis: of course, tbh Romeo was lucky she weren't just emptying her chamber pot when he was lurking Janis: oh god Janis: she always is so don't take it personal Jimmy: might've helped if 1. I could remember your name Jimmy: 2. Twix didn't near get in a 🐕 fight with hers Jimmy: 3. I never said 'same, mate' when she said she had work in a bit Janis: 🙄 Janis: well, as your luck would have it Janis: may have unintentionally started a widespread family drama so Janis: gracie, meet bus Jimmy: it ain't my fault or bad luck if your parents gave more than one of you J names and if not, easy guess who I meant Jimmy: described you and owt so Janis: sure it was so favourable Jimmy: 'course Jimmy: 😍😍😍 Janis: just made that face at her, yeah Jimmy: what kind of poet do you take me for? Jimmy: obviously prepared something on the way Janis: if you were any kind you'd tell me you dreamt it, boy Jimmy: 💔 Jimmy: Oi, I'm not reading my dream diary to you, dickhead Janis: 💔 Janis: I'll just be bored on my walk then Janis: rude Jimmy: Impossible to be bored with a kebab or how pissed Gracie must be to have agreed to that Jimmy: she'll be dreaming about them calories and waking up to 💀👑 death threats Janis: it is very tempting to DM her a mukbang but Jimmy: if you don't, I'll stop waiting here like your 💔 missus and come do it Janis: shaz suits you Jimmy: there's your warning, Jules Jimmy: and it don't end in a y so how could it possibly? Jimmy: Ian's never wrong Janis: hot Janis: x2, duh Jimmy: 😏 Janis: oh, before I forget Janis: she said sorry Jimmy: I get it, our kid drives me to drink an' all Janis: 'scuse you, I'm responsible af Janis: she's just talking a lot Janis: more than usual Jimmy: she's wasted then? Janis: don't take much Jimmy: pisshead and a lightweight 💕 Janis: oi Jimmy: tah for only twinning with your 💕🍺 Jimmy: keeping it 🥇 Janis: 😒 Jimmy: I miss you too, girl Janis: really Janis: 🤔🤔🤔 Jimmy: You don't reckon I'm 💔🎻😭? Janis: tis your default so Jimmy: Oi Janis: what Jimmy: Are you gonna stay? Jimmy: there, at yours Janis: idk Janis: might have to Jimmy: I weren't lying to your young, fit nan Jimmy: I do have a shift in a bit Janis: firstly, ew Janis: secondly, eww Jimmy: and thirdly? Janis: alright, see you later then Jimmy: No Janis: what? Jimmy: Don't just go again Janis: I didn't mean Janis: I meant I'll probably stay here then, for all the reasons Jimmy: 👌 Janis: I miss you too Jimmy: Then just Janis: I'll come back as soon as I can Janis: but probably be at the CG the way this day's going Jimmy: You gonna bring your hungover sister? Janis: why you wanna see her so bad, like Jimmy: now that she's nicked you off me, I do Janis: Babe Jimmy: What? Janis: you're just really Jimmy: 😡😡 yeah, me and your nan Janis: was going to say nice Jimmy: Piss off Jimmy: You're the one saving Grace Jimmy: I'm only here 😭😭😭 Jimmy: me and the 🐕 Janis: debatable that Janis: she's a good dog too Jimmy: You're a good girlfriend Jimmy: next time just tell me you're going Janis: I will Janis: promise Janis: you were just so 😴 Jimmy: I don't care if I'm 💀💀💀 wake me Jimmy: I thought Janis: I know Janis: in hindsight Jimmy: if you're gonna sober up enough to ever have 2nd thoughts about owt I've said, at least write it down somewhere Jimmy: save me a 💀💌 Jimmy: you know I'm basically illiterate Janis: i ain't Janis: i won't, like Jimmy: You still like me then? Janis: of course I do Janis: think drunk grace spits so much truth I'm reconsidering, like Jimmy: Being in love with Mia is enough to put anyone off, to be fair Jimmy: even my ex weren't bad as her Janis: the 💔 is very real here Jimmy: I can imagine, won't, like, but easily could Jimmy: got the orchestra following you home, babe Janis: take it, like Janis: at least those losers won't have bad intentions Jimmy: they ain't gonna piss about 🎻s to play Jimmy: and they know how 💪💪💪 you are Janis: who don't tbh Janis: 👊👊👊 Jimmy: my dad and Sharon Jimmy: might've missed your chance to show her but 🤞 Ian won't die before we can kill him Janis: I'll be back 🤖 Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: I want you back Janis: trust me, rather be there, even if I weren't somewhere this shit Jimmy: can't you get here somehow? Jimmy: both bigheads, gotta be able to make it work Janis: I'm 🤞 they'll reckon she's in a worse enough state that they'll put her to bed and I can make my exit Jimmy: Get to the CG and I'll meet you there, open up earlier than planned Janis: I am only in it for the lattes Janis: 😍🤤 Jimmy: There you go then Jimmy: 🔑💕 Janis: honestly, was opening up meant to be a punishment or the #ultimatewingmanmove Janis: thanks.. graham Jimmy: Let me know after I've taught you ☕🎨 Jimmy: ultimate skill for the CV that Janis: also so important to me Janis: career progression Janis: only so far all the 💸 will take me Jimmy: #obvs Jimmy: good acoustics in there if owt else fails Jimmy: for your 😇 voice Janis: your 😈 one Jimmy: You're so Janis: your fault Janis: and your problem now so Jimmy: Your own fault Jimmy: but no problem Janis: you Janis: just Janis: you know Jimmy: you baby Jimmy: it's been you this entire time Janis: I can't Jimmy: Bollocks, there's nowt you can't do Jimmy: 🥇 girl Janis: I really fucking like you alright Jimmy: It's alright with me Janis: good Jimmy: You wanna do something when I'm done being paid to serve? Jimmy: just me and you Janis: yeah Janis: like what, I mean Jimmy: have a think Jimmy: I will an' all Janis: 👍 Jimmy: 👌 Janis: 💕 Jimmy: 😍😍😍 Janis: 😏 Jimmy: 😘 Janis: 🤓 Jimmy: 💔 Janis: 😎 Jimmy: 😏 Janis: the amount of times I've saved her from the road/bushes/tripping over thin air tonight when I could just let her 💀 means you're gonna be so nice to me, right? Jimmy: I'll be nice to you 'cause I want to Jimmy: Grace don't come into it Janis: even better then Janis: just reminding you, such a 😇 Jimmy: still got your song in my head Jimmy: weren't likely to forget Janis: just my name Janis: standard Jimmy: I know your name, Juliet Janis: Well I know how to make you say it so Janis: who's the real romantic here Jimmy: been saying it's you since day 1 Jimmy: no need for a twitter poll Janis: so what you're saying is, I win Jimmy: Nah, I do Jimmy: you're with this miserable dickhead Jimmy: I get the last true romantic Janis: don't do yourself dirty Janis: you're alright Jimmy: Tah Janis: you could've swooned a bit Janis: really meant that, dickhead Jimmy: Calm down, I felt it Janis: ugh Janis: feel a bit sick Jimmy: Shut up Janis: oh lol Janis: meant that too but unrelated Janis: probably the kebab Jimmy: such a pisstake you Jimmy: Alright well 🤢 before you get to me, like Janis: charming Janis: some nurse you are Jimmy: Grace will hold your hair back for you, all the practice she's had Janis: yeah, such a help her rn Jimmy: better not set her off 🤢🤢🤢 an' all then Janis: shut up Jimmy: Baby Janis: you reckon I could push her in and run Janis: before either of them come Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: top plan Janis: yeah? Jimmy: Depends how sick you feel Janis: sicker if i have to stay Jimmy: If you have to stay, I'll just come to you Jimmy: Get someone to cover Janis: nah, don't need to do that Janis: they're just gonna wanna talk so I'll just have to ignore them like usual Janis: just gonna be a bit Janis: frantic, tonight and I'd rather not Jimmy: 🤢 that'll 💀💀💀 the chat Janis: 👍 Jimmy: It'll be alright Jimmy: like you said, she's in no state to do owt but 😭 or 💤 Janis: all the more reason to snatch me Jimmy: why what've done? Jimmy: you* Janis: long story Janis: what ain't I done 😎 Jimmy: *😈 Janis: exactly Jimmy: Stop flirting with me Jimmy: I get it, you're well fit and mysterious Janis: you have no idea, mate Jimmy: Tell me then Jimmy: didn't get a bedtime story so Janis: break my heart in a minute Jimmy: 🎻🎻🎻 Jimmy: Pete can keep his 🎸 working for me them Janis: wouldn't know where to begin, like Janis: without a 🎻 or 🎸 Janis: 🤞 they don't know either Jimmy: been a bit of a weird night, yeah? Janis: yeah Janis: some of it was good still Jimmy: I'll always give you good weird, babe Jimmy: promise Janis: thanks, really Jimmy: I wanna do more Jimmy: what can I? Janis: don't go nowhere Janis: stay Jimmy: Alright Janis: I know it's weird Janis: to say Janis: just a weird night yeah Jimmy: Why do you reckon it's weird? Jimmy: You're allowed to want me to be about Janis: I dunno Jimmy: You've not done this before, have you? Jimmy: that'll be why Janis: navigated a drunk grace home? Janis: unfortunately not my first rodeo Jimmy: 🥇 #bants mate but not what I meant Janis: what do you mean then Jimmy: You didn't get me? 💔 Janis: how ungoals Janis: have to dump me Jimmy: subtle Janis: shut up Jimmy: not me who did a 🌙 flit, were it? Janis: if Cass ever manages to get herself in half a state, you've got a free pass, like Jimmy: Leave it out Janis: yeah Jimmy: seriously Janis: alright Janis: ain't said anything Jimmy: 👍 Janis: well you know the drill Janis: wish me 🍀 Janis: come find me if it gets to a couple of days Jimmy: that ain't funny Jimmy: but alright Janis: I know it ain't Jimmy: have a look at where I said leave it out then Janis: well I mean it, we're there, like Janis: not gonna be accused of 👻ing again Jimmy: so go on and crack on Janis: fine Jimmy: 👌 Janis: [let's say she can get out in a reasonable amount of time like shh cali not now] Janis: at work? Jimmy: [a 😒 selfie to show he is] Janis: another day another dollar Janis: want me to come see you Jimmy: I won't take you to get that as a matching tramp stamp, rich girl, but it'll do well on the 'gram Janis: you gonna do it for me Jimmy: obvs, nowt I wouldn't 💕 Janis: find the cleanest biro you can then, dickhead Jimmy: [selfie of him with a pen in his mouth like this'll do] Janis: 😏 Janis: stop flirting with me and start flirting with your customers Jimmy: uploading my nudes to the CG insta, hang on Jimmy: just gotta keep one arm round Doris so she don't 💀💀💀 Jimmy: didn't have her hip done that long ago Janis: such a talented multi-tasker Janis: defs need a raise Jimmy: 🥇 Janis: you need anything Jimmy: other than a raise? Janis: do my best Janis: such a fan of mine, dennis Jimmy: who ain't, babe? Janis: oh, some ginger prick, appaz Jimmy: What? Janis: of the many enlightening things gracie came out with, the fact some lad reckons I shagged his bird was the funniest tbh Janis: catch me brawling for her affection Jimmy: 🙄😏 can't take you nowhere Jimmy: get back in the closet for a bit tah, you're showing me up Janis: oi, don't take his side Janis: worst bf ever 💔 Jimmy: It's been a few hours now, like Jimmy: What did you reckon 💕 and 🌹? Janis: obvs Janis: no less for me 👑 Jimmy: good, won't have to chuck this bunch back on the ⚰ for a bit then Janis: don't worry, when it comes to it, seperate your yelp review and bf one Janis: not that rude Jimmy: career progression really is important to you, eh? Jimmy: so hot Janis: top priority Jimmy: I'll let my manager know Janis: Busy shift? Jimmy: You want a smoothie that bad? Jimmy: I'll sort you out with a queue jump, babe Janis: just sound it Janis: I can wait Jimmy: If I sound 😒 and 😫 that'll be 'cause I am Janis: hold your nose and down 'em all, like Jimmy: just neck this lass' espresso in front of her Jimmy: #savage Janis: 😂 Janis: I think it's funny, get on board jeremy Jimmy: if you ain't put owt in the suggestion box, now's the time, girl Janis: will do Janis: reckon I'm gonna shower and sort myself 'fore I come though Janis: pretty wrecked and all Jimmy: You had any sleep? Janis: nah Jimmy: Get some, dickhead Janis: I've survived on less, it's alright Jimmy: That weren't what I asked Janis: didn't really ask, more demand Janis: time and a place to be all 🤤 babe Jimmy: Here's me demanding you don't pass out in the CG then Jimmy: and your warning that I will draw on your face Janis: fair Janis: but Jimmy: but what? Janis: I just wanna see you Jimmy: I'll wake you up when I'm done Jimmy: you know how much I love the bus ride to yours Jimmy: Why are you trying to deny me my fave thing? So rude Janis: I'm your fave thing Janis: ruder Jimmy: So I don't want you to 💀💀💀 Jimmy: just sleep Janis: okay Janis: I'll try Jimmy: 🧸💕 Jimmy: I'll try not to be jealous Janis: I hope it smells enough like you so I can 😴 Jimmy: put my hoodie on, I'll be there as soon as Janis: Okay Janis: try not to fall into the steamer Janis: I'd miss your face Jimmy: Me an' all Jimmy: need it to rest my 😎 on Jimmy: and how would I 🚬? Janis: keep those 👂s and 👃 in tact Janis: gobhole still be there Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: I get it, you'd miss my 👂 the most Jimmy: do it for you then, baby Janis: how would I even show my 💕 Janis: don't bear thinking about Jimmy: I might think about it Jimmy: just a bit Janis: 😏 hm Janis: idk if that will help me sleep but Jimmy: I'd say sorry but it'll only sound fake Janis: never fake, us Jimmy: could obvs say the same about that ginger dickhead and his gay missus though Janis: how rude to try and get rid via slandering my name Janis: literally just got this rep girl Jimmy: I'll have a scrap with him but it's probably best if you don't touch her Janis: get her to do a police sketch Janis: did she imagine it or Janis: who knows Jimmy: maybe she fucked your sister but Grace don't want 💀👑 to dump her so she's saying it were you Janis: 😱 Janis: falls apart when they're off-again already Janis: but let's spread that instead, obvs Jimmy: #trueloveaintneveroff Jimmy: soz for the stuff of nightmares though, Judith Janis: truly, gonna have her as my sleep paralysis demon Janis: come through 👑charming Jimmy: Hang on, I fucked up but I can fix this Jimmy: [voice memo that's like a bedtime story because he's a nerd on his break and is obvs gonna use his time wisely to make something up] Jimmy: stick that on, you'll be alright Janis: [does] Janis: this is Janis: why are you the cutest I hate it Jimmy: shhh Jimmy: 😴😴😴 Janis: okay but I had to let you know Janis: earnt being bigheaded this time Jimmy: 💪🏆 Janis: 🌃 Jimmy: in a bit, girl Jimmy: [we should say he does go to Cali's so she can wake up whenever to him being there and sleepy snuggling her, gutted for the bear obvs] Janis: ['hey' so buzzin' like] Jimmy: [says it back so softly because all 😍 at how cute she is sleeping] Janis: [when you don't know what to do with yourself badadadum] Jimmy: [a kiss hello is what he should do though because cute and a mood] Janis: [the l word keeps coming like it is time] Jimmy: [that ILY curse, hello to you, my friend] Janis: ['how was the rest of your shift?' yawning so snoozy] Jimmy: [when you just snuggle into her even more than you were like is that an answer or do you just wanna, there's no way to know] Janis: [have that snugg time lads you've earnt it] Jimmy: [just let him be soft 5ever and hold her and kiss her as much as he wants thank you world] Janis: [he gonna need sleep too so have at it] Jimmy: [mhmm be the big 🥄 boy] Janis: [enjoy all that hair we know you do] Jimmy: [shameless] Janis: [just listening to the story again] Jimmy: [I also like to think Pablo had to let him in for my own lols] Janis: [yasss if it was either of cali they'd wanna talk ew] Jimmy: [and Grace is dying so] Janis: [poor girl lol] Jimmy: [if Mia comes knocking she ain't coming in, nobody wants to see you hun especially Pablo] Janis: [oh lord, tryna bang him when she's home i see u] Jimmy: [we all know she would] Janis: [snek, have a field day 'cos JJ are there too] Jimmy: [true] Janis: [too bad bitch] Jimmy: [imagine how unsympathetic she'd be even if Grace was actually dying, the friend we all want obvs] Janis: [i imagine she's like ellie's mum and just talks about herself like literally oblivious] Jimmy: [honestly, suck it up buttercup, am I right?] Janis: [lmaooooo]

[vellihor]

選擇 ° chpt 2.

genre 》 skz mafia!au

word count 》 1857

warning 》 angst, violence, gore, etc.

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YUBIN

i knocked a few times on changbin's door. i roll my eyes as i hear loud rap music being blasted on the other side of the door. i slide the door open anyways. i see changbin punching furiously at the punching bag.

i walk over to the speaker to stop the blaring music, only to have my brother spin around to glare at me. seeing me, he hesitates before taking off his boxing gloves and hanging them up on the rack. i toss a towel at him, grossed out at the sweat dripping down his body. as he caught the towel in midair and cocked an eyebrow at me.

" we havent had sibling heart to heart talk in a long while changbin."

he motioned for me to sit down on his bed. which i graciously took up his offer on. i hugged his plushie, gyu, the only clean thing around the room. i watch as he pulls out a fresh shirt from his closet. he drags a chair from his desk to sit infront of me. then i decide to start the ball rolling.

" so whats your deal with minjung? hm? "  

i see him facepalm himself and groan into his palm. because changbin was older than me by two years, he always had trouble opening up to me. he felt as if he was not doing a good job as an older brother. thats why i started this heart to heart talk between the two of us. i waited as he lifted his head to look at me, thinking about how to put it in words.

" that woman simply ticks me off. shes single-handedly the most stubborn person i have met- "

" says you. "

i pressed my lips in a thin line as changbin gave me an unamused expression.

" i dont know we just dont work well together. i work well with anyone and everyone except her. she hates my guts, i hate her guts. we are even. then chan has to force us to work together. to be honest, i thought making the situation worse would make chan rethink about this shitty paring. guess i was wrong. "

" well from my point of view, i think the both of you should try to tolerate each other. i mean you have always been good at tolerating people. why not just tolerate each other. you guys cant jump at the first chance to kill each other. who knows maybe you guys will end up liking each other. "

he grabs a nearby soft toy and chucks it at me. probably from my last sentence. but i see him slowly consider my words.

" then whats with you and hyunjin trying to send each other to your respective graves huh? "

" thats a different situation! "

" mhmm tell me. how so? "

" ugh youre impossible. "

" lets make a deal then. if you try to get along with hyunjin, i promise to try to get along with minjung. "

i eyed him suspiciously and stuck out my pinky. he locked his pinky with mine. he shot me his goofy smile. i scoff at him as i lay down on his bed. he lies down next to me and we stay in a comfortable silence, staring at the ceiling. until i break the silence.

" do you ever miss mum and dad? "

he pauses before replying.

" all the time. i just wish they didnt leave so soon. maybe then we wouldnt have ended up like this. sure we have been through tougher things but i wonder how different things will be if they were still here. "

" remember that time we stole from the convenience store? we nearly ended up in jail. i still cant believe we survived by ourselves for so many years. "

he chuckles softly as he recalls the memories. ever since our parents died in a fire, changbin and i have always been relying on each other. i vaguely remember changbin sitting on the pavement and bawling his eyes out. his head was buried in his two hands as he sat there trying to comprehend the life-changing situation he had experienced. i remember twelve year old me being lost and clueless, wandering about in the crowd that had formed in front of the building. changbin shot up as soon as he heard my voice and engulfed me in a hug. the both of us had tried so hard to forget about that incident. but one of us would get a nightmare about it every now and then.

it has been five years since chan took us in and decided that we would have family members to look out for us. now we feel like SK is our family.

i watch as changbin stands up from the bed and looks at me in disdain before snatching gyu out of my hands. he strokes gyu before placing it down on the bed. changbin offers his hand to help me stand up. but i know better than to fall for that trick again. i push off the bed on my own. changbin looks offended that i didnt take his hand. i punched his left arm before walking towards the door. he gives me a look of pure pain and disbelief, while holding his left arm.

" did you just-? did you not hold back anything in that punch?"

" come on. dinner is about to be done. i bet you a hundred bucks that grandpa woojin is going to complain about how nobody helped him to prepare dinner. "

i chuckle as i slide the door open. i walked to living room, spotting hyunjin playing pool. changbin nudged me towards him. i scowled at my brother, only to have him flip me off. he shooed me off, mouthing "get along with him".

i walked to the pool table and picked up a cue stick. hyunjin pretended to not see me. i was going to give up being nice. but changbin was watching from the sofa. so i resorted to poking hyunjin in his ribs with the cue stick to get his attention. hyunjin saw it coming and dodged it before i even hit his ribcage. he sneered at me. i scoffed and threw my hands up.

changbin was still watching from the sofa. i took a deep breath before speaking.

" best out of three. loser treats the winner to a round of drinks. "

i sigh in relief as i see hyunjin consider my offer, nod and reset the pool table. i look towards changbin. he was giving me two thumbs up. i grin widely at him as i see him being awkward with minjung, who had just came out of the shower. he was trying so hard to start a conversation without being weird.

i turn my attention to hyunjin.

" ladies first. "

" wow hyunjin is being a gentleman for the first time. "

" hey take it or leave it. "

i say nothing as i rest my cue stick on my fingers.

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HYUNJIN

i eye the woman infront of me suspiciously. her behaviour seemed too abnormal today. she was actually being nice to me. just to clarify, that has never happened. ever.

yubin clears her throat and gestures to the pool table.

"um.... so i won and drinks after dinner are on you,"

i shrug and continue staring at her unknowingly, watching her put the cuestick down and run to the kitchen to help woojin with dinner.

i snap out of it when woojin shouted for everyone to eat dinner. i walked over to the dining table with jisung. dinner was the usual. everybody was talking loudly and enjoying dinner.

i noticed that changbin and minjung were talking to each other. i scrunched my nose in confusion. i nudged seungmin.

"whats with changbin and minjung?"

"what?"

"nobody realises that theyre being friendly to each other ????"

"yeah no dumbass. they are on a truce. they just said it just now. pay attention to the table conversation will you?"

"ouch, no need to snap at me like that. that hurt my feelings."

my mind wandered to yubin being not-so-hostile to me. she DID try to puncture my ribs with the cuestick.

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after dinner, i brought two bottles of beer up to the roof. i looked around looking for yubin but i couldnt see her anywhere.

"did she just bail on me?" i thought.

just then, i spotted a dark ball snuggled into one of the many oversized beanbags that jisung bought. i walked over to see her looking up at the sky. i plopped myself on the beanbag next to hers.

"so whats up there that got you staring for so long?"

she doesnt even look at me. no acknowledgement of my presence whatsoever. i scoff at her.

"wow so youre not even going to reply me? even after i got you beer? come on you have got to be kidding me."

after a few minutes of silence, i hear soft snoring coming from my right. "no way. no fucking way. is she sleeping?" unsure of what i had just heard, i snapped my head to look at her. leaning in closer to check if she was indeed asleep. upon a closer look, i realise i have been sitting next to a sleeping yubin.

i sigh as i sink back into my beanbag while taking a swig out of the bottle in my hand. after a few minutes, she stretches and somehow manages to hit my eye in a state of half conciousness. my right hand presses against the injured part. she recoils in shock and grabs onto my arm. her face was full of worry and she was starting the panic.

"ohmygod ohmygod i am so sorry. fuck fuck fuck. you need ice. wait here im going to go get ice for you. do not move."

i chuckle at her and removed my right hand.

"im not injured you dumbass. that was payback for making me wait for you to wake up."

she freezes with an unreadable expression. i stiffen at her reaction. she then slowly sinks back down in her beanbag with an almost inaudible "oh".

the atmosphere becomes awkward again. yubin clears her throat and reaches for her bottle of beer.

"um yubin?"

"what?"

"thats my bottle."

.

.

.

"yea i know. my bottle isnt open yet."

*awkward silence yet again*

*caw caw caw*

"so,, um hyunjin, do you have any siblings?"

*caw caw caw*

"uh....... sure yea of course i do. i have a twin sister and an older brother. my twin sister went missing when we were five and my older brother ran away from home when i was seven."

i looked over at yubin to see her mumbling to herself.

"hey dont worry its fine. really."

she looks at me with a forced smile.

"and your parents- ohmygod i just asked a stupid question didnt i? ah fuck sorry. im bad at this."

i let out a loud laugh as she facepalms herself. she gives me a questioning look.

"hey hey relax. no need to panic so much. just breathe okay? and yes to answer your question, i do have parents. both are healthy and fully alive."

"what about you, yubin? whats your story?"

"where do i even start?"

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

COTW 9 - Full... otherwise it would be toooo long

Levi's rut, or simmering rut was kind of nice. His alpha holding him close all day, letting Eren nap in his lap while they were at Hanji's. The pair of them trading affectionate kisses each time either of them felt like it, while Viren and Anna both looked at them in disgust. Hearing he and their pups were alright had sent him sky high, his body flooded with warmth and happiness that only grew each time he looked to Levi. His mate's rut was still affecting him when they finally headed up to bed for the night. His alpha pushing him down to the bed, before spending what felt like hours eating him out. Waves of pleasures blended together, his hands buried in Levi's hair as he barely contained his moans and mews. Bringing him to orgasm, Levi's lapped every drop of cum from his stomach, Eren giggling at Levi's animalistic behaviour. His giggles earning him a playful away from his mate, though Levi's own soft laughter made it impossible for him to take anything seriously. Crawling up the bed, he flipped his mate off, thinking that was the end of it. Levi growling as he climbed up behind, his mate peppering kisses against his skin as one hand came to tickle his side. Giggles turned to full blown laughter as he begged or mercy. He was still giggling as Levi mounted him from behind, both of them shushing each other, lest they face the wrath of an angry Hanji. The sex was soft and gentle, despite the tapering rut, Eren falling asleep with Levi still inside of him. Napping off and on, they reconfirmed their feelings of happiness, whispered words of love falling between soft pants and rustling sheets. When morning came, Levi cleaned him down thoroughly with his tongue, which was hot as fuck. His mate's rut may have been killed off by the heavy dose of suppressants, but what he had been through made him feel like the luckiest omega in the world. * Left to sleep by Levi, Eren woke to four small hands on his face. On his left, Anna was staring right into his eyes, as Viren pushed at him, repeating "Mummy!". Still happy from the previous night, Eren wrapped his arms around both kids, kissing Anna's forehead, then pressing kisses to Viren's cheeks as he tried to push him off, smacking him squarely in the eye by accident. Ignoring the pain, and the watering, he kept a smile on his face "Uncle Eren!" "Good morning, you two. Did mummy send you to wake me?" Anna gave an exaggerated nod "You've been asleep forever Uncle Eren! Uncle Mike and Uncle Erwin are here! And Uncle Levi's hurt" That got his attention, goodbye happiness, hello panic "What do you mean he's hurt?" "He's got bruises on his neck, like you do Uncle Eren... mummy won't tell me anything" Bruises... Hickeys... oh, thank fuck "Uncle Levi's ok. So am I. Have you been playing with Viren?" Looking to his son, Viren nodded "Yep. But he doesn't want to play barbies. And he won't let me do his face all pretty" "That's because my little man is already pretty. Why don't you take him back downstairs? I need to have a shower" "But Uncle Eren, you've been asleep all day!! Mummy said I had to wait! I want to play" "And we will, I just need to take a shower because I'm all sweaty! And my breath... I think something died in my mouth" Exhaling loudly, the kids caught a waft of his breath. Anna pinching her nose "You're smelly!" "I told you. Now go take Viren back to Uncle Levi. And be careful on the stairs" "I will! Come on Viren!" Anna was so good with Viren. She did each and every stair one by one with him, telling him off he tried to take too big a step. Leading him away, his son waved at him in clear confusion. Probably wondering why they had to come all the way up, to now go back down. Showered and dressed in sweats and a shirt from his stash in the spare room wardrobe, Eren had tried to look a little less fucked. Levi had practically marked every single spot along his neck, like a collar of ownership. Walking into the kitchen, Levi rose to great him. Leaving Hanji, Mike and Erwin at the dining table, with the kids already back watching cartoons "Hey, beautiful" Kissing Levi, Eren wrapped his arms around him "Hey, you. How'd you sleep?" "Not as good as you, you looked too peaceful to disturb" "I don't mind. I know you like to be up early" "Take a seat, I'll make you some lunch" Stealing another kiss, Eren then padded softly over to the dining table, sinking down with 3 pairs of eyes on him "What?" Erwin said nothing, but he was smiling way too much. As was Hanji "You three are creeping me out" Mike laughed "Sorry, Eren. I hear congratulations are in order" Mike already knew anyway... "Yep. Twins..." Erwin looked to his husband, then to Hanji "You didn't tell me it was twins" "Because we know you can't keep your mouth closed" Eren snorted as Levi shot Erwin down. He might not have got to tell everyone his news his own way, but Erwin being clueless was nice "Two healthy pups... and a happy omega" Mike smiled warmly, ignoring Erwin's furrowed brow "That's great news. How have you been feeling? How's your depression been?" "Not great. I've been having nightmares and panic attacks. And my head's been all over the place. Just ask Levi and Hanji. Then there's morning sickness which can kindly piss off. You know. The usual fun things pregnancy brings. But today's been pretty good. Even if Viren hit me in the eye for too many kisses" "It has nothing to do with the fact you and Levi have more hickies than skin around your necks" "Well, there was that too" Hanji groaned "I told you two to behave. You're still recovering and I know the ultrasound was really positive, but there's still a chance of miscarriage" "You don't have to have sex to be intimate" Placing down a steaming mug of tea, and plate of toast, Levi dropped a kiss on his head as he sat next to him "Mhmm..." "Oh no, don't even try that mister. You two totally boned" Eren choked on air, Hanji wearing her best disapproving mum look. Wrapping his arm around him, Levi leaned around him "Leave him alone" "Where's the fun in that?" Hanji blew a kiss in Levi's direction, Levi growling in response. Shaking his head at both of them, Eren sighed at their shenanigans. His mood starting to waver over mentions of miscarriages "Will you two let me eat my breakfast in peace? Erwin, please tell me you're here to drag Levi back to work?" "He's on extended shift as of next week" That was good. Levi needed that "Don't worry, I can talk to my boss" "Levi. No. You're going back to work... Hanji, am I allowed to start dancing again?" "As long as you take it easy, and make sure you're keeping your fluids up, you can start again next month" "You do realise that only gives me two weeks before the wind up" "Would rather not dance at all?" Eren glared at Hanji "That's what I thought" Beside him, Levi released his hold. Eren confused as the sudden lack of contact. Did Levi not want him dancing? It was only for two weeks, and then he'd be 6 months come February when it started up again, and probably too pregnant to dance... or at least pole dance... he could ballroom dance in a tux while pregnant either. That was just weird "When's your wind up?" Straining to smile, Eren looked to Mike "December 11. It starts at 4pm, which is all the kids dance classes first. It's a giant Christmas party. Then I think the ballroom dancing is about 7, and 9ish for Pole Dancing" "Pole Dancing?" Mike somehow managed to make it sound like he'd never thought Eren could possibly have Pole danced in his life... which he knew the alpha knew all about. After all, he'd fucked his ankle up because of dancing on it "Weeeeeell. I was working as a stripper when I met Levi and Hanji... it's a great work out, and it's super fun" Crossing his arms, Levi growled at Mike "Get your mind off my mate" "No ones thinking of Eren like that. I was just asking. Do you have to buy tickets?" "Yep. But I've got one for Anna, Viren, Hanji and Levi. His was supposed to be surprise..." He'd asked Sasha to pick him up another ticket... he may have thought he'd be single by the time the wind up came around, and that Levi would have no interest in attending... But Levi didn't need to know that. He'd lied to Sasha anyway, saying he couldn't get babysitter for Viren, so he was covered if Levi asked her "You got me a ticket?" Fuck. Levi sounded surprised, adding the guilt he was feeling about leaving it so late "Yes... Wait, don't tell me you two want tickets too?" Mike looked to Erwin, Erwin looking slightly miffed. He didn't know why. Erwin was the one who couldn't keep it in his pants. He wasn't exactly sure what had happened with Eld... and he was hearing all this from Levi, who didn't give two shits "No, it's alright. I'm sure Levi or Hanji will be filming" "Nope. No filming or photos for the pole dancing. It's a mixed class with alphas, betas and omegas, so no one is allowed to take photos in case someone gets upset" "Levi would probably kill anyone taking photos of you" His alpha huffed, his scent conflicting to his words "I wouldn't kill them" "No, you'd just give them an extremely hands on talking too" "Ok. That's enough. No one is hurting anyone. This is exactly why there's no filming" Mike tried to lighten the mood, but fell flat "I suppose you dance for Levi anyway" "Actually, I don't... but I've got my routine planned. So it's too late to change that. If he's a good boy, he might get a preview" Though Levi would probably chuck the shits over him dancing in front of everyone. He knew he hated it... but dancing felt so good, and his mate had been ok with him dancing again, once he got over the initial surprise "I think you'd better give him that preview" Hanji giggled nervously. Levi's scent was starting to turn a tad too angry "You two just want to watch. I'm onto you" Placing his hand on Levi's his alpha tensed "Levi. Do you not want me dancing?" "No. No it's fine" It didn't sound very fine... "I can do the Ballroom only" "I said it's fine" Nervous, he pushed his chair away from the table. Levi didn't want him dancing... his anxieties made his breath hitch "Eren" "No..." "Eren, talk to me" Reaching towards him, Eren stepped back. Well aware that Hanji, Mike and Erwin were watching the exchange between him and Levi "I said I didn't mind" "Really? Because that's not how it sounds" "Well what do you want me to say then?" "The truth. If you don't want me dancing, just say it like that" Rising in her own spot, Hanji tried to calm him "Eren, I'm sure it's just lingering concern and possessiveness from Levi's minirut..." Probably. But that didn't make it hurt any less, or his racing mind slow "I don't want to talk about it. I'm going to check on the kids" "You haven't eaten" "I'm not hungry" "Eren, you need to eat" "I'm not hungry. Sorry, Hanji..." Walking away from the table, Eren chewed his bottom lip. It was just dancing. It wasn't like he was stripping, and he wasn't giving lap dances. He'd stupidly thought Levi would support him, not get shitty over it. Sitting down on the sofa between the kids Viren climbed into his lap without prompting "Uncle Eren, are you ok?" Nodding at Anna, he moved Viren onto one thigh, so Anna could climb up on his other side. Be happy and smile for the kids... the kids didn't know his past or what he'd done. They loved him for who he was to them, in the here and now "Yep. I sure am Anna Bee-nena" "It's banana, Uncle Eren" "It sure is. You're so smart" Settling herself down, Eren hugged both kids. At least the kids liked him. There they went... No. There he went. Having one good night and thinking things were better with Levi "What are we watching?" "'toons. Can we go play outside?" "It's a bit cold for that" "But you said!" "I know I did. I didn't realise how cold it was" "It's not that cold" Pouting at him, Anna was adorable and not taking no "Viren's younger than you sweetheart, he's not quite as strong as you yet" "He's so small" "That's because he's still growing" "I want him to be bigger. Then we could play more" "One say he's going to be taller than you" "But Uncle Levi is really, really short" Eren struggled not to laugh. Levi would be pissed to hear that "He's still taller than you. Viren, what do you want to do?" "Play!" "See, Uncle Eren. He wants to play" Tickling Viren's tummy, his son giggled. He loved the sweet sound so much. He couldn't say no to his wide grey eyes and happy face "Fiiiiiine. Go ask your mummy. You're going to need a jacket, and I need to put Viren in some warmer clothes" Anna gave him a wet kiss, scrambling out his lap to go running into the kitchen as she yelled for her mum, while Eren lifted Viren. Bopping him lightly on the nose, his son threw his arms up "Play! Mummy. Play!" "Yeah, baby boy. You need a jacket though" Firmly ignoring the direction of the dining area, Eren carried Viren upstairs, dressing his son in a thick warm jacket, and proper pants. He just had to play with the kids... that would make him feel better. At least he couldn't do that wrong. "Eren" Waiting for him at the base of the stairs, Levi lifted Viren off his hip as his traitor of a son reached for Levi "Levi. I don't want to talk about it" "I was a dick. I know dancing is important to you" "And?" "And, I'm sorry. I know you love dancing, and I shouldn't have gotten mad over it" "Hah! I knew you were mad" "Ok. Yes. I don't like the idea of dancing in front of everyone else. But it's your body" "Even if I'm dancing in front of everyone, you're my alpha. You, Lee. Not them" Levi looked to his feet like a scolded child. His alpha wasn't great at always owning up to his jealousy. The words of love they'd whispered now seemed like lies "But they're all going to want you" "Want me? What am I? A hunk of meat? It doesn't matter to me what they feel or want. I'm pregnant with your pups" "It matters to me. You're gorgeous and out of my league. You could have the choice of any alpha you wanted" Eren scoffed "If you seriously think that, then what did last night mean? Does that mean I just settled for you? And that my feelings mean nothing?" "I'm not saying that" "Then have some trust in me" "I do trust you..." "But?" "But I don't want to share you" "I'm not a possession. I'm your omega. You keep saying I'm your partner. And dancing makes me feel better about myself. For fork's sake. I started dancing again to look good when I'm with you... and you know what, if you're jealous, than that's your problem. If you're that worried, then don't bother coming" "Eren" "No. You can't say you trust me, and not want me to dance. That's like saying I think you're cheating on me every you leave the house" "I'm not cheating on you! I'm worried for you!" Cheating wasn't the quite phrase to use... not when they'd dissolved into an argument not even two weeks ago over it "I'm not having this fight. I'm going to play with the kids, at least I can do that right" "God. Why are you being like this? I was trying to apologise" "Apology accepted. But I don't want to talk to you about it right now. Last night meant a lot to me... and now you're making me feel ashamed for liking the things I like" And stupid. Really stupid, for liking to dance "That wasn't my intention" "Then maybe you should have thought about this more. You're my mate. My alpha. I'm not dancing to attract another mate. This is why I never should have told you I was dancing again" Levi sighed "Eren. I want to support you, but if things were different and I was dancing, would you be jealous?" Yes... Levi was his mate, but if it made him happy, he'd find a way to deal with it "Yes. But I'd support you because that's what a good mate does when it involves something they love. Give me Viren, Anna's probably waiting as it is" "Anna's got the others under her thumb. Erwin's pushing her on the swing while Hanji and Mike had been instructed to watch" "She's a force of her own" "That she is..." Taking Viren back, Eren "nommed" at his cheek. Pushing down his emotions for his son "Let's play! Do you want to go on the swings? How does that sound?" "Swings! Mum. Daddy?" "Daddy's coming outside too. Do you want daddy to push you?" Viren nodded enthusiastically. Throwing himself on the ground, Viren wailed. Anna was on the swing he wanted to use, and his son wasn't having it, even if he was too small for a normal seat. Leaving him wailing, Eren sat on the veranda, next to Hanji, to watch and wait it out. He was on the grass with nothing that could hurt him around him. Levi was stupidly attempting to soothe their screaming toddler. He hated seeing him cry, but mid tantrum... well, it was better to let himself cry himself out "Did you talk to Levi?" "Really, Hanji?" "He was pretty upset with himself" "He should be" "Eren, he loves you" "He might love me, but he didn't need to make me like shit" "He didn't mean to" "That doesn't change anything" "I think you're overreacting" "He's the one overreacting. I'm just dancing. That all there is to it" "Dancing and showing off that fantastic body of yours, while pregnant. It's like catnip for alphas. He loves you" "I know he does. But he needs to back off. He can't keep getting jealous like this. And he can't keep shoving his love on me. He went for weeks without tell me he loved me, and now I feel smothered. Last night was really good, but now I feel stupid. I love him, and I know he's anxious over trying work things out. It's... Hanji, he gets upset over something as simple as leaving me home alone for work..." "Eren, he's been going out of his mind worrying about you and the pups. He even went into a rut over it. He was still in a rut this morning, and I had to give him another dose of suppressants because he didn't want to hurt you, or exhaust you. He kept the kids busy all morning so you could rest. You know he's got his own issues" "He didn't tell me that" "Because he insisted you sleep all day, then you promptly had a fight with him" "I didn't want to have a fight with him" "Look. I told him if it bothers him, he doesn't have to come" "You weren't going to invite him in the first place, were you?" "No. I thought I'd he wanted to break up with me, and break our bond" Hanji should know all about that. She knew how upset he'd been, and how sure he'd been that it was over between them "You two are so fucking frustrating" "Now you sound like Levi. He's always calling me a stubborn shit" "You are. And so is he. I'm not letting either of you leave until you sort this out" "You can't do that. Levi needs time to cool down" "Yes I can, and watch me. Levi! Eren says he's sorry!" He wasn't sorry. Maybe a tiny part of him was, but a bigger part was in a state of shock, while him omega felt like their mate would yell at them the first chance he had. He hissed the woman's name furiously "Hanji!" Levi abandoned trying to pull Viren off the ground "If he's sorry, what do I do about Viren?!" Stupid Hanji. He was still working things out in his head. He didn't want to open his mouth. He didn't want to further Levi's disappointment in him. Looking to Hanji, she nodded at him to say something "Let him cry it out!" "What?!" "He said to "let him cry it out!"!" "But he's crying!" "Over the swing! Seriously, he'll stop if you stop giving him attention" Levi didn't seem to sure, but as he walked away from Viren, Viren continued to cry. Standing at the base of the steps, Levi kept his eyes on their screaming son "Are you sure I'm supposed to leave him be?" "He's crying over a swing, Levi. He'll be fine. Anyway. Eren is going to dance and you're going to watch. Ok? Good" His alpha frowned, Eren shrinking back as his gaze turned to him "You talked to Hanji about this? But not me" Holding up his hands, he shook his head "I didn't talk to Hanji. She shoved her opinions on me" "That sounds about right. I didn't mean to make you feel bad, especially after last night. It's not easy to stop worrying about you" "You don't need to worry so much. We literally got the best news yesterday. And you're going back to work. And, I've been dancing off and on for years. It's what make me happy" Cautiously, he lowered his hands. Levi wasn't yelling... and he didn't appear to be preparing to "I know it is. I'm happy your dancing makes you happy. You won't be... What are you wearing?" So that was the issue? Levi didn't want him looking like a slut on the stage "I'm covered, and I've worn less on stage before. Besides there are going to be kids in the audience" "So more than underwear?" If it was a costume issue, they could have talked about what he was going to wear... he'd let his alpha help dress him if it helped with Levi's anxieties and worries "Yes, Levi. More than just my underwear. It'll be a little skimpy, but everything will be covered" "I guess it's ok then... But how covered is covered?" "More covered than last night" "There wasn't much covered last night" "Exactly. Look, I have a few ideas, but my junk will be covered" "And your stomach?" "It depends how much I'm showing. I don't want to wear anything too loose" "See. Eren knows what he's doing. Now, Viren's birthday party is coming up. Did you want to have a combined baby shower?" "Levi. Make her stop. There's only so much I can take" "Hanji, leave him alone" "But cake?" * Hanji was keen on a having the baby shower at the same time as Viren's birthday party. Levi could understand why Eren was so against it. It was their son's birthday party, and he didn't want to take away from it. Eren ended up losing his temper at her, which he secretly enjoyed as it meant his omega was no longer mad at him. He wanted Eren to dance, yet somehow his mind hadn't put two and two together when it came to what his omega would wear. Driving home that night, Viren's birthday party was all he could think about. That and his tantrum.. and his own tantrum of sorts. Eren was dripping with pregnancy pheromones, his body slowly changing as he grew all that sweeter. Luckily Viren was asleep by the time they got to their apartment, giving him a little more space to thing. Eren putting Viren in his bed, while Levi sank down on the sofa. His phone in his hand as he tried to think what a good present for a three year old would be. Eren kept saying he was a good father, but today he'd felt over his head. Coming to join him on the sofa, Eren patted the space between them as he summoned Titan up to join them "Are you still mad about me dancing?" Eren's voice was small, but in the silent apartment, he may as well have been yelling "No. Not with you. I really didn't mean to make you feel bad" "Why didn't you tell me about still being in a rut?" Shitty Hanji and her shitty mouth "Because I wanted you to rest" "Is that all?" Leaning back, he looked to Eren "What else could there be?" "I thought that maybe you regretted last night? Because my body is changing again" "What? No. No. Last night was amazing. I don't regret it. I didn't hurt you, did I?" "No. You were very gentle, and having all your attention was nice" "Good. You looked so tired when you fell asleep that I was worried" "I'm fine... I didn't mean to make a scene in front of Erwin and Mike" "I shouldn't have pushed... but it hurt to feel like you didn't trust me" "I do trust you. It's everything else that's been happening. You first wanting to leave. You thinking I didn't love you. You losing the pup and then finding the other two are growing strong. I may have been slightly out of my depth" "You're not the only one. I mean. Things were so nice last night, then I ruined it by starting a fight. Then I started feeling stupid over thinking everything could be ok from just one night" "You're not stupid" "I felt pretty stupid today" "That was my fault. And you're not the only one. I don't know how you deal with Viren's tantrums" "I realised the more attention I gave him, the longer they went on for. The first few had me in tears, but I talked to Hanji and Marco" "I felt stupid not knowing what to do. I don't even know what to buy my son for his birthday" He'd bought him a new red blanket last year, and a stuffed teddy that the boy had begged for when they were out "I've already bought presents. They're in my room" "But I should know what to buy him..." "How could you? You're always so busy at work, and every time you two have gone shopping, you always splurge on what he wants. The trick is to wait to buy it" "I want to get him something nice" "Then get him something for when he's older, and... actually... he wants a bike. A tricycle would work, for when he's at Hanji's and at the park" "Doesn't he have one?" "He has a plastic one. If you can get a red one, I think you'll be the best dad ever" "How do you know he wants a bike?" "Anna's getting one for Christmas. He was there for the discussion and the choosing" "You know him so well" "I do spend most of my time with him. Make sure you get him a red helmet too. Everything has to be red" "It really does. What about his birthday cake?" "He wants a super hero cake, and he wants a cake made out of chicken nuggets" "Nuggets?" "Yep. Don't worry, he's going to get a whole tray of nuggets, as well as a cake" Levi would never understand the love of chicken nuggets "Are Mina and Anka coming?" "As far as I know. It's not going to be a massive party, but it will be at Hanji's. She's got the space" "I still feel like I should get him something more" "Levi, you've given him the best present he could ever have and that's you" Lifting Titan into his lap, Eren nuzzled the tom's face "I wish I knew when Titan's birthday was" "You want to celebrate his birthday?" "Why not? He's our other son" "He's a cat" "He's more than a cat. And Santi Paws got him a few nice things this year, didn't he?" "Do I want to ask?" "Probably not. I think I'm going to take a bath. What about you?" "I have a trike to find" "Yep. And don't you dare force us to go biking either. If I learned to ride one, I have no memory of it" "I'm pretty sure there are photos of you learning to ride a bike" Or there would be, if he knew where Eren had stashed their collection of photos "Are there? I don't remember" "Like I said, I'm pretty sure" Giving Titan another kiss, Eren placed him down between them "Don't stay up too late. You need to get back into a routine before work" "Anyone would think you're happy to have me gone" "No. This has all been nice, but I miss normalcy. I need normal" "You better get all the normal you can in. We've got twins coming" "I know. We're going to need to convert my room. Viren would probably want it, but with twins they need the space. Our little apartment is getting full" "We could move" Watching Eren, his mate paled, his facial expression akin to something of terror "I was joking. We'll figure something out. Go have a bath" "I.. yeah..." Eren backtracked to make sure the door was locked before heading into the bathroom. His omega clearly didn't want to leave... yet there was only so much space in their apartment, and no space for bikes and trikes. When did Viren get so big he could ride a trike? And soon it would be a bike. Their son had so much energy, there was no stopping him when he wanted to run. When he first realised he could run, the little boy had provided endless entertainment as he ran around the apartment naked after "escaping" from his bath, squealing and clapping as he ran from Eren with the towel. Half the time he was sure Eren let him run around because he knew how funny Levi found it. Shit. His life had been passing him by and he really hadn't realised until his wake up call with Eren. They should have been wed long ago. Instead of looking up a red trike for Viren, Levi started ring shopping. Eren deserved a fat wedding ring on his finger, as much as Viren deserved a red trike. No. His omega deserved it even more. When Eren didn't reemerge from the bathroom, and Levi had settled on a ring, the alpha discarded his phone on the sofa. Heading into the bathroom, he found his omega sleeping in the bath. This time he was actually sleeping, his snoring soft as one hand rested on his belly. Smiling softly, Levi reached into the tub and pulled the plug out, before snatching up Eren's towel from the rack. Whining as the water level dropped, his mate nuzzled into the side of the bath "Eren, it's time to get up" Not getting a reply, Levi waited until most of the water was gone from the tub before sitting Eren up "What?" "You fell asleep in the bath. Here, hold onto me" Looping his arms around over Levi's shoulders, Eren let himself be lifted from the tub and into the towel, before Levi lifted him completely into his hold. Nuzzling at his neck, Eren let out a soft sigh "Thanks" "You're welcome" Drying his still sleepy mate down, Levi fetched him a pair of sweats, barely getting them onto Eren before Eren was pulling him down and into their bed "I need to clean the bathroom up" "Leave it" "I can't just leave it" "If the bath is drained, it's ok. I want cuddles" "Can I at least get changed first?" "Mmm. I suppose so" Changing simply involved stripping down to his underwear. He wanted to shower, but clingy Eren was adorable. Sliding under the covers to join his mate, Eren moved to rest his head against his chest, as his hand found Levi's and intertwined their fingers "Love you, Lee. Thanks for taking care of me" "I love you too" "Good. 'cause I'm sorry for fighting with you" Sleep slurred Eren's words, his omega drifting off as Levi placed his free hand on Eren's hip, and before he could come up with his own apology. Despite the bedside lamp being on, the living room light being on, and the bathroom light being on, sleep snuck up on him. Falling asleep with Eren firmly in his hold. Waking the next morning, Levi immediately growled at the loss of Eren in their bed. Climbing from it, his back cracked as his muscles protested having spent so long in one position. Growing old sucked. Flicking the bedside lamp off, he wandered out their bedroom. Viren was sitting on the sofa, while Eren was in the kitchen. Making a beeline for his mate, he wrapped his arms around him, nuzzling and kissing Eren's shoulder. Turning, Eren kissed the side of his head "Hey. I thought you needed the sleep given that you let me sleep in yesterday" "You could have woken me" "It's fine. A touch of morning sickness, then Viren decided to join me... unfortunately you're going to need a new phone" Levi's stomach dropped "A new phone?" "He dropped it in the toilet while I was puking. I washed it, and it's in rice now, but I have no idea if that will save it" He'd found the perfect ring for his mate... but stupidly he hadn't saved any details. They were on his phone... he hadn't needed to save anything... because they were on his phone... "Levi?" "Huh?" "You ok? You smell angry. I think he was trying to get me help, because I told him not to get daddy" "It's a little inconvenient, but we'll see what the rice does" "Hopefully it works. I'll buy you a new one if it doesn't" "No. I've got the money for a phone" "It was my fault. I didn't know your phone was out here" "Eren, it was bound to happen again. This isn't the first phone he's killed. But what about you? Morning sickness?" "Yeah. It was my own fault. Last pregnancy was eggs, but these two don't seem to like the smell of coffee or chocolate. I wanted to make pancakes" "Is that why we're having eggs for breakfast?" "Yeah. I hope you don't mind" "It's fine. I can take over" "No. You go take a shower. They should be done by the time you get out" "Are you sure?" "I've got it under control" "Ok... I was hoping we could talk today" "I'm not going anywhere today" "Good. Because I was thinking..." There was a cluttering from the living room, both of them turning to see Viren had dropped his spoon on his way to bring his dishes to Eren "You were thinking?" His moment of bravery to ask about the wedding passed "I was just thinking we should organise your next ultrasound appointment and to see Krista" "They're on my to do list. I need to message my dance partner too, and let her know I can start dancing again next month" "Her?" "Sasha. I told you about her. She's married to Connie, and eats like there's no tomorrow" "I don't remember" "It's ok. It's just dance stuff" "Do you think you could teach me?" "I don't know. I mean, I like my toes" "Rude" Taking the bowl from Viren, Levi placed it in the sink "I guess I'll take that shower then" "Yep. And can you drop Viren back off onto the sofa? The last thing we need is burnt fingers" "On it. Up we go buddy!" Viren wasn't happy as Levi placed him down on the sofa, the boy felt warm "Eren, does he have a fever?" "He was a little warm. I've got some children's panadol in the fridge for him" "I'll get it" "Ok. It's in the fridge door. We'll probably need a bucket too, just in case" "Yep" Sick and angry, or angry because he was sick, Viren didn't want to take the panadol from him. The kid wailing like Levi was actually hurting him. Coming to the rescue, Eren had a sippy cup of juice "Here, give me the plunger" Passing it over, his mate depressed the contents into the small container built into the lid of the cup. Popping the lid on properly, Eren handed it over to him "Sometimes he's good and he'll take it, but sometimes you just have marvel at the wonders of modern parenting" "Does this mean I should buy one for you? I know how much you hate medication" "Ha. Ha. No. It means you should get that bucket, then go shower" "Are you sure?" "Yes. This isn't his first fever. Once the panadol kicks in, he'll start feeling better and want cuddles" "Alright..." Again. He was amazed by how smoothly Eren handled things. He knew his mate was a great mother, but he felt stupid for not thinking of the sippy cup. 20 minutes and a shave later, Levi came out the bathroom feeling human. Eren had Viren in his lap at the dining table, his eggs and tea already waiting for him. Kissing both tops of their heads, he paused "How is he?" "He wants all the cuddles. He'll probably go down for a nap soon" His son didn't look happy at all. He was chewing on some toast, but glaring at it as he did. Taking his seat, Levi broached the topic on his mind "I was thinking I want to talk about the wedding" Eren dropped his fork in shock, hastily recovering it "The wedding?" "Yeah. I mean. I want it to be perfect" "You've been thinking about it?" "Yeah... I have no idea how to do any of the stuff that needs to be done, but I want to work it out" Readjusting his hold on Viren, Eren's voice was even to the point of dismissal "It's simple. I don't want to get married" What?! Hold up?! What!? That made no sense "You don't want to get married?" "At least not for a while yet. You can't marry a fat bride" "You're pregnant" "Exactly. And if Hanji has her way, she'll have me in a dress" "You don't want to wear a dress?" He expected Eren would want to wear some big fairytale dress "I'm a guy. I want to wear a suit, which wouldn't look all that good on me when I'm swollen with your pups" "So you want to wait? Until after the pups are born?" "And then we need to wait until their old enough for us to leave them with Hanji. Unless you don't want a honeymoon" "Hold up. I thought you wanted to get married?" "I've got to put the kids first..." So. What? Why? He didn't get it "It's fine, Levi. You don't need to force yourself. I know you hate attention, and the last thing you'd want is a big white wedding filled with lilies and silver trim. Besides, I don't know who'd we'd even invite" Shocked, Levi stammered out "But I want to marry you" "It's going to have to wait. Now we know these two are ok, we need to start planning for them" Eren. Who'd been so focused on getting married... didn't want to?! What? He'd basically begged for a wedding in Paradis. He'd wanted to be legally his. Not that he wasn't already in almost each and every way he could be "But..." "Levi. It's ok. Eat your breakfast" No. It was most certainly not ok. He'd summoned up his courage while showering, shaved and trimmed his hair to make sure he looked good for Eren, and now Eren was saying no?! "I thought you wanted to get married. You said you wanted to get married" "I do. I really, really do. But there's way too much to plan. There's Hanji's IVF, which I'll be out all day for on Monday. There's Viren's birthday. My dance wind up. Your birthday. Christmas. New Year's. Anna's Birthday. My Birthday. The birth of the pups. The sleepless nights. The breast feeding and nappies. Rearranging my old room for the twins. And everything else in between" "When you put it like that, it feels like it's never going to happen" "That's why I don't get my hopes up anymore. Life is busy, you can't change that. I'm done with breakfast. My stomach isn't loving this. I'm going to sit Viren down on the sofa and he'll probably want cuddles. Go ahead and finish up" That was it?! No. That wasn't it. If he swallowed his pride and went to Hanji, they could figure something out. Eren deserved the big white wedding, and he wanted it sooner rather than later... He'd found the right ring. It wasn't supposed to be like this! No. He wasn't going to accept this...

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Hung Up

A/N: Hey guys it’s been for freaking ever in a day!!!  I’m so sorry about not updating in literally a god damn year as many excuses as I have I can’t using them as an excuses!!!  Anywho I’ve been working on this fic for over a year and every chance I got to write, I always had to stuff to do, I was tiree, or I got writer’s block (which is fucking annoying by the way). I dont know why I finally got my groove back tonight of all nights but I had to take advantage of it because I was on a roll and had to stay up to finish it.  I really am proud of this 1 and while I miss writing smut (I promise I’ll do a smutty fic next) I just loved the prompt and thought it writing it through Crowley’s pov would be fucking hysterical!!!  So here ya go peeps!!!  Hope you enjoy and please, please, PLEASE, feel free to give me feedback of any kind because we all know I need it!!!  I love you guys so much and am glad to be back!!!  :D

Here’s the prompt: Prompt:  Crowley calling Dean to talk to him about some business but then hears your voice in the background. 

8 hours, 8 fucking hours you’ve been attempting to get in touch with them now and by them you mean, those bloody Winchesters.  All of hell knew that you were practically besties, let’s face it.  You were constantly working together and while you have your moments: fighting and almost killing each other because of the whole Heaven, Hell, Winchester feud, you’ve definitely grown to hate them a little less, even though you didn’t want to admit it; however, this doesn’t excuse their actions; I mean, honestly, how hard was it to answer the damn phone?!  You kind of expected this type of move from Moose, considering his girly haired head was always shoved in a book but not from Squirrel, you have each other on speed dial after Demon Dean days and you were feeling a wee bit fed up by their lack of attentiveness.  You could only angrily pace around hell’s premises and take your anger out on your henchmen for so long before waiting for a response.  You felt like a bloody school girl waiting for the boy next door to ask you out.  You decided to check and see if your daughter Y/N was home in the meantime, you haven’t heard much from her lately and she always knew how to take your mind off of these things.  You walked down the corridor to her room, knocking on the door.  No answer.  Strange.  You knocked again a little more impatiently this time.  She couldn’t have snuck out, she knows better than to disobey your rules.  Finally you decided to force the door open, you’ll replace it later, and realized that your precious angel wasn’t there!  

You were steaming at this point now trying to get in touch with her and just like those damn Winchesters, no fucking answer!  Why the hell is it so damn hard to answer a bloody phone call?!  Do people not know who you are, yet alone what you’re capable of?!  Just as you were about to start a manhunt for your little girl, your phone beeped.  You immediately swiped left and discovered a text from Y/N:

“Stayed over at Grannie’s.  Will be home later tonight for dinner, love you!” You knew you raised her right and while you’re relieved knowing where she’s at, you always questioned why she loves her grandmother so much.  Even though you hated your mother for not being the mum you always needed growing up, at least she was able to be for your daughter.  When she first found out about Y/N, she was definitely stunned to say the least saying she never expected her little Fergus to successfully procreate and despite knowing your mother abandoned you and her history with the Coven, Y/N made quite the impression and just as you first fell for her, so did your mother, who had a lot of lost time to make up for.  While you both had different parenting views over your daughter, Y/N always made it very clear that you were a family and that it was high time you started acting like one so you both put aside your grudges for her, at least while she was there.  You left her room walking back to your throne room when your phone started buzzing.  

Would you look at that: Dean Winchester, it was about bloody time!  You exhaled loudly as you clicked the answer button preparing for the inevitable conversation. 

“Only 9 hours late, Squirrel.  Were you busy stocking up on nuts for the winter,” you taunted.

“Ya know some of us need this thing called sleep, I don’t know if you’ve heard of it before,” Dean groggily remarked.

“I don’t care if you’re on your bloody death bed, you answer when I damn well call,” you hissed throwing a wine glass shattering it against the brick wall.  Your guards awkwardly stared before quickly showing themselves out, smart.

“Yes dear,” Dean sarcastically rebuttled.

“Don’t sass me,” you growled, “That’s Moose’s job and you are well aware that it’s around noon.”

“And,” Dean yawned as he got up and put on his robe leaving his room. “And normal humans like yourself are up around this time doing something somewhat more counter productive than laying around,” you lectured.

“Look I had a late night last night,” Dean sighed as he walked into the kitchen and started making coffee, “So please spare me the lecture.”

“The point is I’ve been calling you and Moose the past 9 hours straight to no avail until now when you suddenly decide to be available to your own liking not mine and if it obviously wasn’t important,” you started.

“God damn it then Crowley, get to the god damn point,” Dean barked slamming his fist roughly on the counter accidentally causing a coffee mug to slide off and shatter on the floor, “Son of a bitch!”

“You know, I don’t like your attitude Winchester,” you stated very matter of factly while Dean was trying to clean up the mess from the shattered coffee cup, “All I’m trying to do is relay some important information that could potentially help you and Moose stop Amara and this is what I get?  I’m going to make this very quick and hope that your acorn sized brain can understand everything…”

“Yea yea yea,” Dean ignored before hearing footsteps approaching the kitchen, “Hey give me a sec.  Sammy just found a case,” he halted you before you could continue and quickly hit the mute button and put his phone in his robe pocket.   You have got to be bloody kidding me.  Doesn’t he know by know that nobody puts the King of Hell on hold?  You’re not their booty call and the fact that he’s treating you as such infuriates you even more.  You sigh in frustration angrily drumming your fingers against the arm of your throne hoping that he makes it quick because you’re a very busy man with a kingdom to rule.

“Hey is everything alright,” a feminine voice asked in concern.  

Didn’t he mute you and as much as you joke about Moose’s girlishness that voice sounds way to feminine to be Moose.  Very strange indeed but you proceeded to listen in since you had the opportunity.

“Just a broken coffee mug, everything’s fine.  Sorry baby I didn’t mean to wake you up,” Dean apologized before the woman wrapped her arms around his neck.

Baby?  That’s what he meant by late night, he brought home some hussy and showed her his “family business.”  Repulsed by the thought you shook your head in disgust while trying to remain as quiet as possible to continue your eavesdropping.

“Don’t worry about it,” she smiled as she started pressing light kisses along his neckline, “I’ve woken up to way worse, trust me and I’m just glad you’re okay.  Are you hurt anywhere,” she asked checking up and down to see if there were any cuts on Dean’s body. “Not at all and you know I’m tough,” he chuckled before nibbling gently on your earlobe as she sighed in pleasure, “Although I don’t mind playing doctor again,” he winked as he squeezed your breasts in his hands as she moaned and threw her head back..

You rolled your eyes, he’s like a horny teenage boy trying to get into some girl’s pants with cheesy one liners.  

“Just call me Dr. Sexy,” she grinned as she untied his robe, “And based off of that phone call, you sound pretty stressed so I’m ordering you to bed rest for the rest of the day,” you trailed your fingers all the way down his chest stopping right above his package. 

There was something familiar about this woman’s voice and you just couldn’t put your finger on it.  Maybe because it was so muffled and couldn’t hear much of what she was saying but you were kind of curious as to who this mystery woman was that has Squirrel so wrapped around her finger. 

 Dean bit back a moan and and wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer, “Oh sweetheart, as much as I’d like that Crowley has some news about possibly stopping Amara.”

“Psh yea right,” she scoffed while scratching her nails down his back, “He’s just telling you that in hopes that you could do his dirty work for him and he can take all the credit.  Believe me, I know how my dad works.”

“Very true the fact that he still hasn’t caught onto us yet is pretty fucking hysterical if you ask me,” Dean grinned as he squeezed your breasts in his hands as she moaned and threw her head back.

Who hasn’t caught onto what yet?  You suddenly had a very bad feeling about eavesdropping onto this conversation.

“I told him I was staying with Grannie Rowena and he fell for it hook, line, and sinker,” she giggled as Dean slid his hands down her hips resting on her clothed pussy, “Daddy’s overbearingly overprotective but he’s also very gullible.  The only way he’d ever find out about us is if he overheard us or saw us which I doubt will ever happen.”

That better not be who you bloody think it is.  You’ve never prayed a day in life up until this moment but for the love of Chuck please don’t be…

“Hey Y/N,” Dean smirked wiggling his eyebrows at you while slamming your back against the fridge as you gasped at the roughness, “Who’s your daddy?” 

Oh.  Hell.  No.  

Dean was suddenly thrown against the wall and being beat in face repeatedly.

“Y/N,” Dean yelled between each punch, “What the hell is going on?!  So my joke went a little far but is it worth trying to fucking kill me?!”

“Are you bloody serious right now,” she yelled in disgust as she kept slamming her fist into his face, “Out of all the people you decide to boink right now you choose my fucking daughter you bloody cocksucker,” her eyes flashed red.

“Oh fuck,” Dean gasped in realization, “Crowley.”

“Damn right it’s me in here,” you spoke through her vessel.

“Crowley this has gone too fucking far man,” Dean projected.

“This has gone too fucking far,” you scoffed in disbelief, “You’re seriously going to accuse me of going too far when you’ve been sleeping with my god damn daughter?!”

“Look Crowley I can explain,” Dean started before you grabbed him by the throat lifting him up so his feet were dangling.

“Explain what,” you hissed, “That you’re using my little girl for your own sick, twisted pleasure?!  I know you Dean Winchester, I know your type, I know your life.  You’re just a play boy looking for a new toy until you get tired of it and toss it aside like trash!  Your life never allows for settling down, yet alone happy endings, look at your bloody family and the rest of your loved ones you let die!”

 “Don’t you dare speak for her,” Dean coughed out his face starting to turn purple, “She’s an adult Crowley and can make her own decisions, including who she wants to be with!  Let her out to speak for herself and we’ll talk this out!”

“Like hell we will,” you spat out in rage, “She’s my little girl Dean!  If you think for one second I’m going to let you use or hurt her you’ve got another thing coming!  I’m not letting you put her in more danger than she’s already in being my daughter and if that means staying in her vessel the rest of time I damn well will!”

“Well I’m not going to let you use her and destroy her fucking life just because I’m in love with her,” Dean professed.  A tear slid down her face and her grip slowly loosened as Dean fell onto the floor gasping for breaths.  You felt her fighting back for control as you increased your restrains. 

 “I’m in love with your daughter.  I know I’m not worthy of her; hell, I don’t come fucking close but she’s the greatest woman I’ve ever met and the best thing that’s ever happened to me!   Look I get it, she’s your little girl and I have no idea what that’s like but I would do absolutely anything for her: die, go back to hell or purgatory, lose my soul, face you, you name it!  I just want what’s best for her and for her to be happy whether it’s with or without me and even though I’m scared outta my fucking mind I’ve never wanted something so much in my entire life!  So don’t think for one second I’ll ever stop loving her, because I won’t so please just let her out.”

God damn it.  He gave a fucking romantic speech and everything and you can feel your daughter coming undone.  It was only a matter of seconds before she broke free of your control.  You quickly fled her vessel and quickly transferred back to yours and poofed back into the bunker.

“Dean is what all you said true,” she asked still in complete and utter shock over his confession.

“Meant every damn word,” he confessed as she looked over towards you. “Y/N, darling,” you started.

“Don’t,” you stopped him, “I’m talking now.  I really should hate your guts your taking advantage of me like that.”

You looked down.  This was the moment you were always afraid of: the one where you pushed your one and only daughter away.

“But I won’t,” she sighed, “ Look daddy I know that you’re just looking out for me but I’m a grown woman and can take care of myself now and just because I’m growing up doesn’t mean I’m not your little girl anymore and that I won’t need you anymore.  I love him so much daddy.  Will you please give him a chance?”

“You’re not little mermaiding me right now.  I don’t want you dating a bloody Winchester and that’s final,” you order before she looks up at, “Don’t you dare give me the hell hound eyes.”

“Please daddy, for me,” she begs.

You’ve always been the one to give your little girl any and every thing she’s ever wanted and even though the thought of Squirrel being romantically with your daughter completely and utterly disgusts you…

“Fine,” you admit begrudgingly under your breath.

“What was that,” she grins, “I couldn’t hear you under your complete and utter defeat.”

 “Don’t make repeat myself Y/N,” you counter back as you walk over to Dean, “I will be doing routinely visits to see if you’re treating her to my liking.  Oh and if you hurt her in anyway shape or form Squirrel I swear Amara and Lucifer will be the least of your worries,” you quietly threatened before looking over at your daughter, “I expect you at dinner tonight.”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” she smiles as she walks over to you and gives you a hug, “I love you daddy, thank you for everything.” Normally you would show more affection around your daughter but you had to keep your King of Hell persona up.

“See you at home,” you departed and poofed back to your lair.

“So that was a thing,” Dean stated uncomfortably.

“Yep,” she sighed in relief as she walked over to him and gently caressed his face with her hand, “Man he really got you good.”

“Don’t remind me,” he winced, “You have a killer left hook by the way.”

“Like father like daughter,” you grinned as you grabbed him by the hand leading him to his bedroom, 

“Come on let’s get these patched up, daddy.”

“Oh I’ll show you who’s your daddy baby girl,”Dean smirked as he shuts the door and pushes you onto the bed.

“Hey guys what did I miss OH SWEET CHUCK!”