#i’ll be fine i’m just moody because my birthday is soon and i have no friends to celebrate it with

[chaosinplural]

I have no identity or purpose and I don’t know if I’ll survive how that feels

[dngrs-untld-hrshps-unnmbrd]

Werewolf Bites and Hot Summer Nights

An AU in which Laura and Max can’t find Hackett Quarry and end up at the Harbinger Motel, before becoming camp counsellors for the summer. Max is moody and secretive and Laura keeps bumping into the grumpiest sheriff with the cutest puppy dog eyes, and when he gives her his number ‘just in case’ a girl can’t help but drunk dial him one night. Cue overprotective and jealous Travis. And shouldn’t the officer get a birthday kiss?

Banter | Enemies to Lovers | Battle Couple | Smut

Start with Chapter One

Chapter Ten

Travis stared down the barrel of his own service revolver at a defiant Laura. With an irritated flick of his wrist, he pulled his loose tie off, looped it around his neck and started knotting it again. “I was distracted. I would have stopped you under normal circumstances, just so you know.”

“What distracted you about these circumstances?” Laura asked without lowering the weapon.

“The pretty girl half undressing me in my own damn station.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

He gave her a scathing look. “You know I think you’re adorable.”

“Flirt. I want a shotgun.”

Travis took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Fine. One shotgun. Regular bullets.”

He stood up and headed through to the room he used to store weapons, wondering if he was making a terrible mistake by taking her out there with him.

Laura surveyed the array of shotguns with a determined expression, and Travis knew there was no use arguing with her. Either she was going out there with him, or she was going out there alone.

No way was Laura going out there unprotected when there were werewolves roaming around. 

The only other choice he had was locking Laura up against her will. He imagined pulling her hands behind her back and marching her to one of the cells, but he didn’t have the heart.

You’re soft on this girl, Hackett.

He swallowed hard and pulled a shotgun down for her.

New plan. Keep Laura and the counsellors safe until dawn. As soon as everyone was inside the lodge or safely on the island, he’d head back out by himself. 

Travis stood close to her while he explained how to hold the gun, how to reload, how to store it safely. He was surprised how confident she looked with the weapon.

“Have you done this before?” he asked.

She smiled up at him, the shotgun resting comfortably in her hands. “Why, do I look like I have?”

She looked sexy, that’s all Travis knew. Someone he wouldn’t want to mess with if she was out for his blood. He remembered how she’d looked a moment ago pointing his own gun at him, her expression fearless.

That shouldn't have given him a semi-erection. 

He cleared his throat. “If a werewolf attacks you, fire. It won’t die, but it will back off while we get to safety. Don’t point that gun at anything you wouldn’t fire at. And don’t blow your own toes off.”

“Got it. When this is over, I’ll buy you a beer.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I’ve been hunting this wolf for six years.”

She smiled at him. “That’s because you didn’t have me to help you.”

He had a sudden image of them back to back while werewolves circled around them. One of them was Silas, and they shot him dead. Chris, Kaylee and Caleb came back to him. 

Impossible?

As he gazed down at Laura, he felt a spark of hope.

He held a stern forefinger in her face. “No overconfidence. It’s as dangerous as hell out there. A shotgun will protect you, but only if you’re fast enough to pull the trigger. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sheriff,” she replied, but she was still smiling up at him.

Travis picked up his homemade silver bullets and showed them to her. “These are filled with silver, and they’ll kill a werewolf. We’re only going to use these if we find Silas.” 

“How will we know that it’s him?”

Travis rolled the bullets around in his hand. He’d seen Silas a handful of times before. He was so much bigger than his family when they were turned, and his flesh was pale in the moonlight. “I’ll know. C’mon.”

They went out to his car and climbed inside. Before starting the engine, Travis reached across her into the glove box and pulled out the jar of blood. “This is non-negotiable. Wipe some on your face. It will mask your scent from the werewolves.”

Grimacing, Laura twisted off the lid and did as she was told. “This is so gross and unsanitary.” She flipped down the sun visor and examined her face. “How do I look?”

Like an ancient queen ready to do battle. “It doesn’t matter how you look as long as you’re still alive in the morning. Give it here.”

Travis painted his own face with blood, wiped his hands on his pants and started the engine.

Laura gazed silently out the window as they drove along, the shotgun resting over her lap.

A werewolf.

Max was a werewolf.

She would never have believed it if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, which she supposed was why Travis had done things the way they had. The things that Max had said to her as he was changing…it was like he hadn’t been able to control his mind as well as his body.

“You smirked at him,” Laura said, staring straight ahead.

“What?”

Laura knew Travis was only pretending not to understand her. If she hadn’t been looking right at him at that moment, she would have missed it. He’d been so detached, so professional. Max was railing at him, telling him he had no right to call her Laura, yelling so many horrible things at both of them. It must have riled Travis’ temper. It must have riled his jealousy, too.

“You heard me. You smirked at Max.”

Travis’ fingers flexed on the steering wheel. “I don’t know what you're talking about.”

Yes, he did.

“When Max wakes up in the morning, will he remember what happened?”

Travis considered this. “Some of it.”

Laura rubbed her forehead. “Oh, Jesus Christ. I didn’t want him to find out like this.”

“He sounded like he already suspected something was going on between us,” Travis pointed out quietly.

“Suspecting and knowing are two different things. You didn’t have to look so goddamn proud of yourself.”

“Yes, I did.”

“Why?”

He glanced at her as he turned off the road into the camp. “Because it’s you.”

Laura felt a fizz of pleasure. If they hadn’t both been covered in blood, she might have leaned across and kissed him. Even though he had smirked. 

They parked in front of the lodge, which was eerily silent. No campers laughing and no cicadas to break up the night. No screaming, either, which was probably a good sign.

Unless everyone is already dead.

Don’t even think it, Kearney.

“What’s the plan, Sheriff?” she asked, forcing herself to sound positive as she got out of the car.

Travis glanced around, checking the road and the woods for signs of movement. “We go into the lodge. We check the cabins. If we can’t account for all the counsellors, we’ll do a sweep of the quarry and get everyone to shelter or onto the island.”

“And if anyone’s bit?”

“We lock them in my car and get them back to the station. And we keep quiet. It’s easier to hide from these things than to escape.”

He pressed the radio on his shoulder. “It’s T. What’s your position?” No reply. He tried again, and then dropped the radio with a muttered, “Ah, shit.”

“Do you think something’s happened to them?”

“They could be out of range or their radios have broken. Or they have their hands full.”

Travis examined her, his brows drawn together. Then he propped his shotgun against the car and reached for her neck. Laura blinked as he picked up the chain of her necklace and moved the clasp to the nape of her neck. His expression was soft and he touched her gently. 

“There,” he murmured, settling the chain into place. “That’s better.”

“Now we’re ready?” she asked with an amused smile. They were both covered in blood, but heaven forbid her necklace clasp was showing. She supposed he’d given into the same impulse that had made him brush the dirt from her face the first night they’d met.

Like he thought she was pretty, and he couldn't resist touching her. 

“Now we’re ready.” He picked up his shotgun, his expression hardening and his eyes growing dark and determined. “Stay close.”

Inside the lodge, all was silent. They went methodically through all the rooms on each of the floors, but they were all empty.

Laura grabbed Travis’ arm as they were on their way out. “Look. Blood.”

She pointed at some drops just inside the door.

Travis’ lips compressed into a thin line and she could tell from his expression and his tight shoulders that he had a grim feeling about what they were doing.

The two of them walked side by side down the dark path to the cabins, each of them scanning the forest, their shotguns at the ready.

“I can’t hear anything,” Travis murmured.

“Neither can I.”

“I don't like it. We should have heard something by now. Gunshots. Yelling. Dad and Bobby on the radio.”

“Maybe everyone’s on the island,” she said hopefully.

Travis didn’t reply. It sure was eerie to be walking through nothing but silent moonlight knowing that nine people and at least two werewolves were nearby.

The back of Laura’s neck prickled. “Do you feel like we’re being hunted?”

Travis paused and glanced around them. Nothing moved. “Just keep that shotgun ready.”

Laura didn’t need reminding.

All but one of the cabins were locked up tight, and the open one was empty.

As they stood by the big tree in the middle of the clearing, the silence was nearly overwhelming.

“I don’t like this,” Travis murmured again.

Laura had to agree that nothing about tonight was good. Not finding dead bodies and werewolves was almost as bad as finding them.

He was still peering into the darkness, but Laura felt Travis reach for her. “I’ve got your back, okay? No matter what happens.”

His fingers brushed hers, and she grabbed hold of them and squeezed. “I’ve got yours, too.”

He turned and gazed down at her in surprise. Then his mouth quirked in a smile. “I hadn’t actually thought this far ahead. My plan was to track down some of the counsellors and have you help them over to the island while I went looking for Silas.”

“You’re not heading off alone without me,” she said quickly.

“I know,” he said simply, glancing at their intertwined fingers.  

He didn’t want to be alone anymore than she did.

“We should check the island," she suggested. "Maybe everyone figured out it’s the safest place to be all on their own.”

“Good idea,” he murmured, and rubbed her knuckles with his thumb before letting go. “Let’s head through the—”

They heard yelling in the distance. Harsh, masculine cries.

“This way.” Laura started running before Travis could react, and he took off after her.

They raced along the path through the darkness. The shouting died away, but up ahead, something was struggling in the trees, high up in the air.

Laura skidded to a halt in surprise as she saw a man hanging from a rope by his ankle. Two figures stood beneath him. A big man in a trucker cap and a skinny man with white hair.

“Jacob?” she called.

Jacob peered at her upside down. “Laura? Why are you covered in blood? Never mind. Just get me the hell down from here before these crazy assholes kill me.”

“They’re not going to hurt you,” Laura assured him, and Mr. Hackett glared at her like he wanted to say otherwise. 

Oh, fun. Travis' family. 

“Goddamn kids,” he growled under his breath. When Travis arrived at Laura’s side, Mr. Hackett gave his son a filthy look.

Bobby suddenly pointed at Laura and exclaimed, “It’s her. It’s that girl from your car, Travis. Ma said you’re not allowed to see her.”

Travis grabbed his arm. “Bobby, keep your damn voice down!”

“I’m telling Ma! Ma said that girl is trouble and you—”

There was a snarling sound from Laura’s left and she instinctively turned toward it and raised her gun. Was it snarling, or was it someone calling out for help?

Shit, what if she shot one of the counsellors just because they were out of breath and panting?

Bobby was still yelling when a dark shape erupted out of the bushes and launched itself at him. Bobby cried out, and suddenly the huge man was plastered across the ground beneath one of those nightmare creatures that had attacked Max.

“Laura,” Travis shouted, and she understood what he wanted. She was closer than he was and had a clear shot.

Laura aimed at the werewolf’s back and pulled the trigger. There was an almighty blast, the gun kicked in her hand, and the creature reared in pain. Then it scampered off into the woods.

In the silence and smoke that followed, Travis stared at her like she was the most beautiful sunrise he’d ever seen.

A moment later he snapped out of it as Bobby moaned in pain.

Mr. Hackett knelt down by his son. “Are you bit?”

“I don’t know,” Bobby whimpered. "It hurts."

“Ah, could one of you cut me down?” called Jacob.

Laura turned her face up to him, her heart pounding wildly. “Are you sure you want to come down here where there are werewolves?”

“Where there are what?”

She found the rope tied to a tree, loosened it, and let Jacob down as slowly as she could. Which wasn’t very slow as he was heavy.

As he stood up and brushed himself off, he said, “We thought it was bears with rabies or something.”

“Has anyone been bitten?”

Jacob nodded. “Nick was scratched. The others went to the lodge to get some bandages.”

“I was just at the lodge. There was no one there.”

“Fuck.”

Laura stared at his bare chest. “Where are your clothes?”

“Huh?” Jacob glanced down at himself. “Oh, I was swimming with Emma. She’s on the island.”

“You need to get to the island, too. It’s the only safe place. Go, and stay there until morning.”

“What about you?”

“I’m staying with Travis. Don’t worry about me. I’ve got this.” She hefted the shotgun in her grip.

Travis was kneeling down by his brother. “Laura, the island is safe. Are you sure you don’t want to…”

He trailed off as he caught her glare, and nodded. They’d already sworn what they were doing tonight.

They had each other’s backs.

As Jacob jogged off toward the island, Travis and Mr. Hackett helped Bobby to his feet.

“Don’t whimper, son,” Mr. Hackett told him. “You’re not bit. You’re just scratched.”

He watched as Travis looped Bobby’s arm around his neck and shouldered the man’s considerable weight.

“You said you got scratched,” Mr. Hackett reminded him.

Travis shook his head. “It’s nothing. Help me get him to the car.”

Laura picked up Travis’ shotgun and followed the men back to the lodge.

At Travis’ car, he threw his dad the keys. “You drive. Laura, get in the front. I’ll keep pressure on Bobby’s wounds in the back.”

It was another awkward drive to the Hackett residence, only this time Bobby was whimpering in the back and telling Travis that his shoulder hurt, with Travis murmuring occasionally, “I know, Bobby, I know.”

At the house, Laura stood back as Mrs. Hackett fussed over Bobby, ordering Travis to lay the man on the sofa and blaming him for Bobby’s injuries.

Laura ground her teeth together and glared at the woman while Mr. Hackett got to work bandaging Bobby up. She’d left Travis’ shotgun in the car but she’d kept hold of her own, not trusting Travis’ parents one bit.

After a few minutes, Mrs. Hackett turned around and noticed her standing by the door.

Her furious glare cut to her eldest son. “What the hell is that girl doing here, Travis?” 

Travis had been rubbing the back of his neck and looked up in surprise. “What? Oh, don’t worry, Ma. Miss Kearney knows about the curse. She saw her boyfriend get bit tonight.”

Laura registered distantly that when he was talking to his Ma, Laura did have a boyfriend, and she was Miss Kearney again. Bobby had claimed that Mrs. Hackett had told Travis to stay away from her. Everyone in this family bent over backwards to keep this horrible woman happy.

Mrs. Hackett started exclaiming at the top of her voice. “Travis, we said no outsiders. How many times do we have to tell you?”

“It’s too late for that now. And be more grateful, Miss Kearney saved Bobby from getting bit.”

“I don’t care if she saved the Queen of goddamn England!”

Mrs. Hackett marched toward Laura, but before she could reach her, Travis stepped in front of Laura and barred his mother’s way.

“Back off, Ma.”

A bony finger was shaken in his face. “Don’t you tell me what to do. You step away from that girl, Travis. You step away right this second.” 

“I won’t. She’s been helping me tonight and I won’t allow anything to happen to her.”

“Oh, you’re protecting her, are you?” Mrs. Hackett asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “The sheriff is protecting the pretty, helpless little girl, is he?”

“Laura—Miss Kearny isn’t—”

Mrs. Hackett glared past Travis at Laura. “Harlot. Don’t think I don’t know what’s really going on. A mother always knows. This man has responsibilities to his family. He hasn’t got time to go running around town after you.”

Apparently this mean old woman scared Travis, but she didn’t scare Laura. She shrugged casually. “Maybe he makes time.”

“Laura,” Travis growled over his shoulder.

“You can smirk at Max but I can’t say one word to your mother?” Laura hissed at him under her breath.

Mrs. Hackett’s outrage doubled.  “What did you say young lady?”

“I said Sheriff Hackett makes time for me. But I can say more if you’re so curious about us. Your son’s been the perfect gentleman to me all summer. If I was living in North Kill, I’d make sure he knew I’d say yes if he asked me on a date.”

Travis went very still.

This wasn’t something she was saying to annoy his family. She meant every word.

Going on a date with Travis. What universe did that reality belong to? One without werewolves, probably.

This next part? This was to annoy his family. His mother in particular.  

Laura gave the woman an overly sweet smile. “Of course, my idea of the perfect gentleman might be different to your idea of a perfect gentlemen considering what a harlot I am.” She looked slowly up and down his body, an admiring smile on her lips. “Doesn’t he look handsome in his uniform?”

Travis swallowed hard, and if there wasn’t blood all over his face, Laura was sure she’d see that he was blushing. “Laura, please.”

Please what? Please stop? Probably, but she didn’t want to stop. His family treated him like trash and maybe they’d appreciate him a little more knowing how much he was giving up for them.

"Maybe I'll ask him on a date myself."

 “Setting your cap at my son when you already have a boyfriend? I knew you were a slut.”

“Ma, shut up,” Travis snapped.

Mrs. Hackett threw her hands up in disgust and Travis flinched away from her.

Laura saw the flinch as if in slow motion. There was nothing violent about the way Mrs. Hackett had moved, but Travis had reacted like there was. Like he’d learned to be afraid of her hands.

“You hit him.” The words burst from Laura’s mouth before she understood what she was saying.

Laura had seen Travis flinch when Mrs. Hackett had shouted at him the last time they were here.  

She’d even seen him flinch at a memory when they were drinking together in bar. He was remembering himself as a nine-year-old boy. One who made mistakes and got thrashed by one or both of his parents.

Laura narrowed her eyes at Mrs. Hackett. “You horrible, nasty old woman.”

Everyone turned to stare at her. Mrs. Hackett with cold fury. Mr. Hackett with impatience. Travis with apprehension. Even Bobby raised his head on the sofa.

Laura pushed past Travis so she could stand in front of Mrs. Hackett. “You hit your son? You used to hit him as a child, didn’t you, and you still hit him now he’s a grown man.”

“You mind your own business, young lady.”

“I’m making it my business,” Laura seethed. “Travis is too loyal to say anything to you or to stop you, but I’ll say it. Only a nasty old bitch lays her hands on her children in anger. Leave. Travis. Alone.”

Mrs. Hackett reached out and grabbed the shotgun that Laura was holding. “How dare you? Get the hell out of my house.”

Laura wasn’t going anywhere. The two of them struggled back and forth for the weapon.

“Let go of this shotgun, missy!”

“No, you let go.” Laura was too stubborn and too damn angry. She was also a little bit afraid of what Mrs. Hackett was capable off if she let go of the gun. The next thing she’d know, she’d probably have a stomach full of buckshot.

Mr. Hackett was yelling. Bobby was yelling. Travis was yelling. All the noise made Laura struggle even harder.

The gun went off in her hands.

One moment Mrs. Hackett's face was contorted with rage.

The next moment she didn’t have a face. She was teeth and jaw and eyeballs and a mass of raw flesh.

So that’s what the inside of someone’s face looked like, Laura thought in surprise as Mrs. Hackett crumpled to the ground. She could feel that she was going to be horrified later. That she was going to be appalled by what she’d just done. Guilt-ridden and sickened. 

But for now, there was only blood and shock.

And eyeballs. Mrs. Hackett still had her eyeballs. That was the creepiest thing of all.

There was a howl of rage and grief from the other side of the room.

“I’ll kill you,” Mr. Hackett seethed, pulling out a handgun and aiming it at Laura.

***

*kills Constance every chance I get* for Travis 😌

CHAPTER ELEVEN

[dawn8080]

How about an MC who doesn't like telling people it's their bday because they don't like big parties or people making a fuss over it, and the brothers come to know it's their bday on the day itself? (Obey me Headcannon please :3)

MC who hates celebrating their birthday

(Big thanks to @obey-me-rules-my-life-now for the request!)

MC has never been one to celebrate their birthday. Parties were big celebrations, and big celebrations meant people in masses. So, to avoid having to face a party, embarrassment and disappointment, they told no one. They never brought up the topic and when a brother did, they shut it down. All too soon, the dreaded day approached. How will each brother react?

Lucifer:

He knew when MC’s birthday was. He read their file after all. But when MC never mentioned their birthday, the thought faded from his mind.

Lucifer could tell something was off; MC was being snappy and moody to everyone, including himself.

MC was extra snappy after yet another failed plan of making money that they were dragged into and wanted to be left alone in their room. However, Lucifer knew to address their snappiness and moodiness.

When Lucifer knocked on MC’s door, it was met with a grumpy “Go away”

Lucifer growled under his breath, “MC, we need to discuss your recent behavior.”

“There’s no reason. Now leave me alone.”

Knowing that MC wasn’t willing to tell him, he went back into his office, to do more paperwork.

After hours of working on paperwork, he took a moments break to look at his DDD, lighting up with notifications.

Diavolo: So Lucifer, how was today? Good, I’ll suppose?

Lucifer: What’s makes you say that?

Barbatos: Have you forgotten?

Lucifer: Forgotten what?

Diavolo: Today is MC’s birthday! Have you forgotten?

Lucifer understood all at once what had happened, and went to confront them about it.

When confronted, MC shrugged their shoulders and said, “So? It’s just another day. It marks another year of my existence. It just makes me feel older.”

Understanding where they were coming from, he sighed and said, “You’re still a guest here in the House of Lamination and as long as your in this exchange program, we are responsible for your safety and comfort. That being said,” as he takes MC hands, “Could I at least interest you in a dinner?”

MC looked calculating for a few seconds before saying “I guess just a dinner would be nice...”

Mammon:

Mammon was never trusted with any of MC’s personal information (understandably so). And he knew he and his brothers could be a bit too much sometimes! So he didn’t really question it when MC started getting a bit grumpier than usual.

It wasn’t until MC came home one day after a failed money making scheme, throwing their book bag at the wall and stomping to their room.

He immediately was concerned and was knocking on their door, begging to be let in. After 30 minuets of being told no, he stayed silent, but outside their door.

Soon, when he heard their shower running, he walked into their room to see what was so wrong.

He didn’t notice anything wierd until he looked at their phone, light up with notifications from their human relatives.

Curiosity got the best of him as he wandered over and read their screen. To say he was shocked is an understatement when he read how many Happy Birthday texts MC received.

MC then entered the room to see Mammon on their phone, which resulted in Mammon getting kicked out of the bedroom.

Mammon stood outside in shock; humans loved their birthdays, so why were they so grumpy? And more importantly, why didn’t the human tell the GREAT Mammon that it was their birthday?!

He went straight to Lucifer, head spinning in confusion.

After barging in and questioning Lucifer, he realized that maybe going through their phone wasn’t the best idea...

...or at least that’s what he realized as he hung from the ceiling in front of Lucifers office again.

MC was walking downtown he hallway when they heard, “Yo! Human! Come give me a hand!”

MC helped him, but then quickly started leaving. Before they could though, Mammon took their hand and said, “Now wait a minuet. Why didn’t you tell me today is you birth-”

MC quickly spun and held their free hand over his mouth to shush him. “Don’t speak of this day to anyone! Or I swear, Goldie will have a friend called Paper Shredder.”

Mammon moved their hand and said, “I already asked Lucifer if he knew. He did, no surprise. But why didn’t you tell me?”

MC then dropped their hands to their sides and said, “I just don’t like my birthday. I don’t like celebrating it.”

Mammon sighed, as if defeated. Then he brightened up again. “How about we just watch movies then?! You don’t need to say it’s a special occasion to watch movies with the GREAT Mammon!”

MC sighed, smiling lightly. “I guess it wouldn’t be weird, huh?” They then smirked suddenly, “Now how about Resident Evil-”

“MC NOO!”

Leviathan:

MC’s grumpiness really caught him off-guard. They were almost never grumpy, yet they’ve been acting this way for an entire week.

He heard the loud clash of a book bag hitting a wall and angry footsteps down the hallway, near his room. He peaked his head out of his room, only to see an angry/grumpy MC storming past him.

Ignoring him completely.

That... didn’t feel right. They always acknowledged him in one way or another.

So, rather than leaving his precious room, he grabbed his phone and started spamming MC questions.

Levi: MC?

Levi: Are you okay?

Levi: Hey, answer the phone!

He quickly realized they weren’t responding although he knew they saw the texts.

He sighed dejectedly. Who would want to talk to a gross, yucky otaku like him anyways?

As he kept wallowing in self-pity, he heard his phone ding with a text. He was reading the text in an instant, hopes falling with it.

MC: I have to cancel game night. Maybe next week?

Levi knew they never rescheduled his game and anime hang out sessions. Concerned, he headed over to their room for answers.

Levi knocked, and realized the door was open. But there was no MC. He glanced around the room and saw their homework on their desk, already completed.

He then sat on the foot of their bed, playing mobile games until MC came back. Where he would confront MC about the birthday.

That’s when he booted up one of the Devildom games that MC loved. Suddenly, it piped up with a notice on his login.

It was his mutuals friends birthday.

He covered his shock and set up a surprise for MC.

40 minuets later, MC came back into their room, only to see Levi sitting in front of his monitor, playing anime, while he was cuddling his Ruri-Chan body pillow.

To say they were surprised was an understatement, but before anything could be said, Levi dragged them down next to him.

“Hey, why couldn’t I know about your birthday?” Levi frowned and asked.

“I... just don’t like celebrating. Is that why you’re here?”

Levi shakes his head and offers a second head set labeled “Player 2” and MC accepts it.

“I just want to watch anime with you tonight. Maybe we can game next week?”

Satan:

Satan could’ve gotten his hands on your background, but he just had that golden opportunity to prank Lucifer too...! He, of course, chose priority.

He knew MC were moody before they did; becoming a master of masks made him very perceptive of others emotions.

He offered help with de-stressing and with homework, thinking that was the issue.

He did not think that his books would eventually be thrown into a wall as MC stormed to their room only days later.

He was furious at the treatment of the books that he lent, and went to confront MC about their behavior towards everyone.

He didn’t expect to hear the tail end of a call MC was having with relatives back home.

“Yes Mom, thank you. I’ll have a good birthday, now bye.” MC hung up the phone, tired out of their mind.

Satan stepped in, knocking on the door lightly. Though still shocked from the news he just received, he knew that he needed to stay silent. For now.

“MC, you threw your books in the doorway. They have been lended to you and you could damage them that way.”

“I’m sorry. I won’t be so careless next time.” MC replied, running a hand down their face in exhaustion.

Satan smiled and said, “You damaged the books I lent you. You could make up for that.”

MC audibly gulped, worried what they had to do.

Satan continued, “You could work in Hells Kitchen tomorrow to replace them? Or, you could stay here and read for a bit, if stress or unwanted events seems to be the issue.”

MC looked up, shocked. Then they smiled. “I prefer option 2 the most. Thank you.”

The two of them then sat side by side, reading books until MC fell asleep.

“Goodnight, MC. Have sweet dreams.”

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus didn’t understand why you were so moody and sassy so suddenly. He, too, figured it was due to stress, so he scheduled a self care night... on your birthday.

He knew the stress should be causing break outs so when he saw the first sign of acne, he practically screamed.

But we all know the gossipy demons habits. The day at RAD had been normal, until the walk home.

MC was walking faster than the others, and was radiating annoyance.

Asmodeus followed you as fast as he could, hoping to do the self care session before homework.

He didn’t expect you to walk so fast either. He was sweating slightly and had to redo his make up.

As he walked into your room, he saw you toss a letter into a nearby trash bin.

He was about to question it as MC said, “It’s nothing, Asmo. It’s fine.”

MC then smiled, letting him do the self care session and offering to do homework with him so it was “less stressing”.

However, as MC left to go get their abandoned books in the main hall, he couldn’t help but peek at the envelope, addressed from MC’a family.

Shock was very evident on Asmo’s face as MC walked in. Knowing what convorsation was to come from the party-loving demon, they shut the door.

“Asmo, I can explain-”

“MC, honey, it’s your birthday?! No one knew!” Asmo sounded distressed and MC awkwardly patted his shoulder.

“It’s fine Asmo. I just don’t like celebrating my birthday. It makes me feel... old.”

Asmo nodded, trying to understand. Some people just didn’t flaunt their age.

Asmo then sighed. “At least let us do something fun for your birthday then. Ooh, you can tell me how old you are!”

“Nope. Never telling my age.”

Asmo deflated like a kicked puppy, only for MC to pipe up.

“Asmo, we could watch silly movies if you want.”

He smiled and hugged MC.

“Thank you, MC. Now, what genre do we watch?”

Beelzebub:

He knew you were upset about something. And it upset him. So while you were moody, Beel was trying to cheer you up.

Did you not eat enough? Were you getting too little sleep? Were you getting to stressed? Poor boy just wanted to help.

Which is why he was carrying a plate of MC’s favorite food to their room, while he munched on his own snacks.

When he got to their room, he realized that they’d locked themself inside. He knocked on the doors and MC opened them minuets later.

Seeing their favorite food, MC instantly smiled.

And then froze.

“Wait, how did you know what today is?”

Beelzebub was confused and tilted his head to the side. “What is today?”

MC realized that he was trying to just be kind.

“Oh, nothing! Uh, thank you for the food.”

Beel wouldn’t let this drop so he followed MC into their room as they carried their food in, munching on his snacks while looking around.

“MC, what is today?”

MC sighed and said “Today is my.... birthday. But I don’t like celebrating it. Makes me feel too old, you know?”

He actually didn’t but knew that humans lives were much different.

“Well, we don’t have to celebrate it, but knowing would have been nice.” He looked upset and MC instantly regretted it.

“It’s okay Beel! Really.” MC smiled warmly at him. They walked over and hugged the big demon before going back to their food.

Beel sighed and said, “Can we cuddle tonight?”

MC turned, shocked. He didn’t specifically ask for cuddles often, so this was unexpected. MC instantly asked, “Because it’s my birthday?”

Beel shook his head.

“I really like cuddling with you.”

Belphegor

He was honestly annoyed at MC’s behavior. And worried. But if anyone asked, he was annoyed at it.

He was shocked- but still tired. So he pushed MC over slightly and layer down next to them.

Him popping up in MCs room was honestly a normal thing. They’d do whatever they were doing and Belphie would claim their bed.

So when he slunk to their room, he didn’t expect to see them in their bed.

As he was falling asleep, he heard MC’s phone start ringing. She had set her ringtone from the human world to be berry annoying.

He picked up the phone and said, “They’re asleep.” Before he could hang up, he heard them yell, “Tell her we said happy birthday!”

He was confused. MC had been acting bratty... because it was their birthday?

He decided he needed a well-deserved nap first and that he’d handle it when he woke up.

They were both woke up a few hours later for dinner, and afterwards, MC retreated back to their room again.

Belphie snuck back into their bed, waiting for MC to finish their homework.

When MC finished, Belphie looked at them and said “Happy birthday.”

As MC spluttered and tried asking how he knew, he rolled his eyes and said, “You had family that called.”

“Oh.”

Belphie was by MCs side now, as they had been walking over to the bed during this ordeal.

“MC, I don’t need your reasoning for not telling me your birthday, but I hope I’ll be told next year?”

MC nods, smiling lightly.

“MC, will you watch the stars with me?”

(Aah, this took longer than expected!! I hope it’s what was expected)

[jean-does-not-have-a-horseface]

hi can i please request one where levi's s/o is sort of like him in personality but just melts whenever theres a baby. like she'll see a baby in town and will go from silent and moody to the heart eyes emoji but a person, or she'll babysit her neice or nephew or cousin and will be just so loving and bubbly? like its obvious that she wants to be a mum but she never brings it up because she doesnt think he wants kids and eventually they get pregnant + his reaction? sorry if this is too much (1/2)

ΑΝΟΟΟΟΝ IM BLUSHING THANK YOU SO MUCH. I really loved this request and it inspired me so I pushed before others because I had to get it out of my system. I hope you like this. It's super duper long also👉👈

Warnings: uhh pregnancy, mentions of anxiety

Tags: fluff, domestic Levi, pregnancy, modern au

Pairing: Levi/ Reader

Baby Fever

Your heartbeat grew louder with each passing second as Mike abused the door with one too many knocks. You didn't know if you could talk, or breath or do anything other than vomiting though this time from the anxiety building at the pits of your stomach and not due to your very recent event of morning sickness.

"Are you alright in there?"

You choke on your own voice as you try to huff a single response. It's not really up to your judgement of you're alright or not but rather in the small white object's that rests between the thumbs and pointer fingers of each of your hands. You contemplate if there's a way to not raise any more suspicion to the blond male, you're at his house for all that matters. Nanaba called you to take care of their their twins and you happily complied to your half sister's pleas because Mike had a very important job interview. Life had taken a toll on him lately, they couldn't afford a babysitter and he was just recently fired due to his company having to cut down expenses thanks to the pandemic. Amidst this pandemonium he had to find a way to provide for his family and help Nanaba with at least a short monthly salary. So babysitting your beloved niece and nephew wasn't much of a problem. Not until now.

At first it hadn't bothered you that your period was late, you had accepted the pcos lifestyle the hard way ever since you first got it. You would track down your period in hopes you could ever predict when it would come again but it always seemed to surprise you. Sometimes it would come in a months notice only to take four months to do a full circle. At twenty three, this was the most positive outturn as a resolution to your problem. Levi was pushing you to eat healthy and exercise to get a better grip of your situation, even though you knew it was in vain. And thus, overall it didn't bother you that you hadn't had your period still, fatigue and breast inflammation were also common problems due to hormonal abnormalities so you chose not to pay any attention to those early signs either.

What had driven you to urge Levi to drop you off to the drugstore next to Nanaba's house though was that you've been having symptoms of morning sickness for almost a week now, that you had tried to push aside for Levi not to notice. He would quarantine you on your on your own and go stay with Erwin and Hange had he any suspicion of you being down with the stomach flu. The stomach flu though didn't feel like that and you knew, you had been through it one too many times, this was something different and yet you cursed at yourself for overthinking it. You had bought the pregnancy test as something that was supposed to turn out negative, as a positive resolution that you weren't pregnant and that you should quest for whatever it was that was making your stomach turn and twist every morning.

Upon finally opening the door in an attempt not to delay Mike who wanted to attend his interview, the blond male inspected your form with a harsh gaze. "You shouldn't push yourself if you're sick. We could call my mother to watch over Eli and Blaire."

"No." You pushed it off. "I'm fine Mike, it's probably that weird mushroom soup I ate yesterday, Levi insisted on not buying it but I didn't listen."

"I see." Mike said scrunching his nose at the process. Sometimes you hated that he knew you so well that he could even smell you lying, but he was Nanaba's childhood friend before her mother married your father and had you; you had practically grown up with the blond duo so for all you knew, even if he was certainly aware that you were lying he didn't push things further. He simply placed a hand on your shoulder, the brother like nature of his touch as assuring as one can be. "If you need anything call me, I'll answer as soon as possible, drink lots of water and don't wear yourself down."

You bore your eyes into his and nodded simply. Mike greeted the twins with reluctance and let out a sigh before fixing his suit perfectly on his shoulders. The small kids smiled bubbly in return and waved at their father enthusiastically. As soon as the door closed and their father got out of sight both children jumped on you with loud giggles. The act alone was enough to curl your lips into an upward position.

By noon you had fed and lulled the kids to sleep, earning some significant time to sink into the crevices of the feathery soft sofa before Nanaba came back from her shift. As tiring as Eli and Blaire were you enjoyed their teeny company. You didn't mind their lack of ability to form full understandable sentences yet, you loved how they didn't even try to spare a second thought on what they bubbled on about and you did your best to provoke them to speak correctly. They would open their arms for you, their tiny palms signaling you to take them into long affectionate hugs as they called a baby spoken version of your nickname and you would melt at it every single time. Everyone knew you much you loved the chubby cheeked sweethearts, as much as it contrasted with your usual demeanor. There was something that truly made you feel like the best version of yourself when you were around them.

Babies seemed to be a hot topic in your group of friends for a couple of months now, ever since you started helping Nanaba in the house before Mike got fired. Levi seemed very unbothered by the subject in a way that saddened you almost; sure, you might have talked about it in the past, being that he was a little older than you and he might have understood that you longed to be a mother one day, but that was as far as that one conversation had gone. He still had that bored, stoic gaze that slipped off of yours when you would encounter a baby in the street, whereas you would basically make heart eyes and weird grimaces to any infant he would just click his tongue and avert his gaze away, to any other direction as if he disapproved off your fondness.

That memory alone left you hollowing inside as you recalled of the two very much pink lines on the screen of the test this morning. Naturally you would check with a doctor before jumping to conclusions, there still was a chance that the test was at fault and you wanted to bet on simply that. If the case was that you were actually pregnant though things were more complicated than you wanted them to be. For instance you were still in University, for your last year at that, but you had excessive amounts of studying to get your hands on your degree and Levi was cornered and ready to be squished by his job for being a vice president, which was unfair as he worked for Erwin. You understood the situation though as Erwin was struggling to keep the company going especially through these rough rough times. There was also the fact that you were terrified of Levi asking you to put the baby down, with pcos wearing your system down you were panicking that you wouldn't have a chance to conceive a baby later on. What if this was your only chance? You've always longed to be a mother so it didn't matter that it came to you this early right?

The sound of the front door clicking open shook you off your thoughts immediately. For better or for worse it was Nanaba that had finally returned, eager to strip herself of her clothes and face mask and run to the bathroom. She offered you small greeting to which you only nodded, your tired mind ordering your eyes to find comfort at small shapes in the ceiling. You didn't know how long your sister took in the bathroom, but judging by the lack of giggling coming from the babies' room you supposed it wasn't for long.

"You want to wait for Levi to come pick you up or should I give you a ride home when Mike's back? He should be home soon!" She spoke as she poured water in a red metallic boiler.

"I'll just walk. I need some air."

Nanaba emitted a soft hum in response "Are you alright? You seem off."

"Oh no." You brushed her off "I was just thinking about what I should wear at Erwin and Hange's anniversary dinner next week, and what gift to buy Levi now that his birthday is coming."

"Good, I see, just don't stress alright?"

___

The way home was longer than you had initially remembered, whether it was for your inability to walk with a steady pace or mostly because it was already getting dark and cold. You wondered if Levi would be getting home by now as you neared the apartment complex the two of you resided in. By the looks of your illuminated window he was already home as expected of him this certain hour. It probably was one of those days when he didn't have a strict deadline to attend to, which, under normal circumstances, only meant more cuddles and kisses for you. Yet, tonight was different.

"Hey Levs" Your voice lingered in his brain the moment you stepped inside.

"Hey brat, welcome home." The kiss you left on his cheek as you hurriedly headed to the bathroom was different, off almost, and he picked up on it immediately. "Did Nanaba drop you off? I had asked Mike to come by tonight, he said he'd bring some tea leaves he bought for me."

He leaned at the frame of the door as he watched you wash every crevice of your face thoroughly, paying enough attention to the insides of your outer nasal cavity. He was pretty meticulous about hygiene and especially at times like these with a hole pandemic going on he wasn't taking any chances, you knew, plus you were kind of disgusted of germs lately yourself, you thought you finally understood where he was coming from. He took a few steps ahead, away from your body in search of a clean face towel to hand out to you when you were done. You have it to him, even if he seemed cold as stone that domestic lifestyle was mesmerizing to you.

"Thanks baby, you're the best." You half smiled.

"You good?"

At this point you wondered if you seriously we're so easy to read. You supposed you were off, but you were always off and unresponsive to many things so what exactly was it about today that made everyone know you had a conflict in your mind.

"Yeah I'm just tired, I walked here."

Levi clicked his tongue at that "Nanaba's home is very far away from here, have a shower and I'll rub your legs and feet." With eyes that never left yours Levi watched as your face lit up a little more, he gave you a tiny of a smile on return.

"You prooomise Levs?" You knew teasing with him could only lead to one thing, yet you did it shamelessly.

"Tch, of course, hurry up, I'm making pancakes with eggs and bacon."

Normally at the very sound of this particular food your eyes would water and your mouth would drool but the unresponsive nature of your expression only sent a new wave of worry through Levi's chest. As much as he had wanted to convince himself you were just tired, he couldn't, not after this reaction to your favorite snack. He decided not to push you into saying anything you didn't want to though. Maybe it was that enormous amount of notes you had to memorize for your next exams in addition to your fatigue and any hormonal altercations.

"Yeah" you trailed off "babe, about that, can we have cocktail shrimp? And maybe fried rice and fries? Pretty pretty please?"

Ah, there it was. Although it was a rare occasion for you not to be in the mood of his infamous pancakes, you could still have a few different cravings from time to time. Levi let out a sigh of relief as he proceeded your order trying to figure of where he should order from, last night's mushroom soup had messed your stomach up, that he knew, but you seemed to be fine now so in theory that should be enough to prevent him from whining out his concerns.

As he closed the door to the bathroom he hummed his favorite tune to himself, softly enough as not to disturb you with your bath. He picked up his phone from the kitchen table with ease before collapsing on the couch, there was a limit to what his body could take and he had surpassed that by far these past few months. Endless deadlines that took turns one after another and extra hours at the office had been killing him, mentally and physically, making him a little more grumpy than usual. In great addition his back ached, his fingers were sore and his mind felt like canned alphabet soup every single night. Perhaps, seeing him in this state was taking a toll on you as well; you were always so protective over him, almost like a mother to her child, despite being younger, and he if he had to, he'd admit he enjoyed it a little too much than he should have.

When you came out of the bathroom he gazed over you briefly, you were sitting before the end of the dresser, standing in front of the full body mirror, examining your form. He seemed to be puzzled by your demeanor once again. Normally, or up until yesterday, you would have immediately shot out to where he was seated at to plough into his arms with wet hair, only to slightly irritate him for getting him wet, not that he didn't enjoy to smell your fresh scent anyway, but it was a game of routine for you by now. It was almost as if you were seeking to be scolded at for not rushing to dry your hair. He always wanted you as healthy as ever.

You couldn't shake off your head how soft Levi's chest is. There probably wasn't a reason as to why he's sleeping shirtless tonight, your apartment was very warm, given that it was the start of December already, but you didn't complain. The feeling of creamy, milky soft skin, perfectly excused by any coarse hair was slowly putting you to sleep. You loved how Levi was so soft everywhere you touched, it was so unlike what the world perceived of him, maybe your baby's skin was going to be as smooth and perfect as his and not as dry and oily as yours. Of course the baby's skin was going to be soft, ugh and those little arms and legs, you couldn't lie to your self, deep down you were just a tad excited to have a baby, if it meant that it would look like Levi you wouldn't want to give up on it for the world.

"Levi, does Kenny keep baby pictures of you?"

"What?" The onyx haired male raised a brow at your inquiry but didn't give you enough time to repeat yourself before he answered. "My mother had so many pictures of me so I guess that it's natural that he has some and well there probably are a few pictures from after my mother's death, I'm not that sure."

In response, he only earned a hum.

"Tch, can I lay on your chest? I want you to play with my hair." His eyes pleaded with you in the darkness. Of course you could never say no to such thing, you loved it even more when he was the one sleeping on you. Another sentence left his lips, this time with a yawn as he shifted himself on you, cooing like a small child. "I'll call Kenny tomorrow, sleep now I know you need it."

____

Under any other circumstance you would have loved seeing everyone's dumbfounded faces stating at you as if they had seen the dead rise from their graves. You had to pinch your arms to remind yourself this was indeed serious and you shouldn't let out a single chuckle.

"Please tell me you're joking" Nanaba pleaded, placing her hand on yours in disbelief.

"I'm going to screeeeeam! Shorty can't even hold it in, ghaaaa!"

"Hange he will hear you through the restroom."

Hange blinked her eyes rapidly at the sound of that. "You haven't told him?" She immediately seemed to lose her enthusiasm, something you hadn't intended to happen, especially at such a night, but you knew you didn't have a say in other people's emotions.

"Hange he never seemed too fond of the idea, why would I complicated things for him?"

Mike's eyes widened in disbelief. There was no way in hell he was having this. You were practically his little sister, seeing you so tormented as you were in the moment when you spoke those words ravaged his last nerve, causing anger to clench his hands into fists. He watched as you took a small bite of your food giving the rest to Eli who was comfortably sitting on your lap, tapping his little hands on the rim of your plate. Other than the fact you broke out such news to him, Nanaba Hange and Erwin and had expressed your fears on informing your significant other, you seemed quite bubbly. Children really did bring out such a soft side of you, he knew that was for sure.

"Hange" you spoke, unphased as ever "Levi's coming please stop screaming at me, i love you but it's only making me dizzy."

It felt as if a thousand pairs of eyes were burning holes through his whole body, his head, and everywhere around his personal space bubble. Levi could feel his pulse tense just a tad, Hange's unnerving gaze and her crippling smile were fixated especially on him, making his nose itchy. There was something very different in the atmosphere around him; Nanaba wasn't eating anymore, she was more fixated on her daughter than anyone else, Erwin was nervously staring between him and you and you and Mike were trying to clean Eli's hands from the food he had just touched. When the scenery wasn't something irregular, none of you dared look eachother in the eyes, beat it that Hange was staring only at him.

"Oi, what the fuck is wrong-"

"Levi, shorty! Does Eli look like he's enjoying himself in (y/n)'s arms?" Hange turned her sweetened gaze on you, making you choke on your words, you shot her an atrociously strict glare. "Remember when Nanaba gave birth? What do you think about babies? Maybe you think they smell a lot? But what about ackerbabies?"

"Way to be discreet Han, thank you!" Your lips puckered in anger as you brought your arms to cross under your chest.

"Wait what's going on shitty glasses?"

"Yada Yada shorty, you're not getting a word from me, my lips are sealed" Hange spoke and shut her eyes to emphasize the significance of her words.

You sighed in a pathetic attempt to relieve some tention of your chest. A tight knot had formed due to anxiety, fog had clouded over your brain and you were feeling so faint and exhausted that you just wanted to get it over with. You didn't mind standing there like a fish out of water after breaking the news to him, the tention in the air was in fact what was making you suffocate in your seat. With wobbly hands you pushed Eli off your lap, not caring about the moan of disagreement he made and you shot up from your seat, announcing you had to take some fresh air. Levi had to stop Nanaba mid tracks to be able to come after you, fast enough to be there when you got out.

Naturally, you stood seated at a bench that neared the restaurant. Your hands were covering your face scratching softly through your hair, probably in attempts to calm your self down. He approached you without any second thought, this time determined to know what was it with you. Your behavior these past week had been unnerving and overly concerning to say the least. Carefully he sat himself down next to you, his right arm come around your frame comfortingly while the left one came to caress underneath your cheek.

"You should probably talk to me."

Your voice came muffled from between your palms as you still hadn't dared to look him in the eye. "Levi, I'm, I'm so sorry it's just... I'm very anxious."

"I think I figured that, brat." His voice was so soothing, it felt as if he was speaking to you in the comfort of your private room, not on a bench outside a semi fancy restaurant

"You know when Hange talked about ackerbabies she uhm, she might have had a particular baby in mind."

Levi blinked erratically for a single second before his mouth, unable to compel to his brain's orders, formed the shape of an oh. Of course, in the moment it was hard to click with any other even but he attributed that to his lack of knowledge over the situation. Had he any clue or suspicion that you could be pregnant he would have been able to realise that it wasn't that your stress had been messing with your stomach every morning and that your extreme fatigue couldn't possible align with the erratically swift rhythm of your palms. Of course, of course it wasn't a thermometer that you had disposed of in the toilet, he wanted to slap himself for being so naive as to believe that. He was strict with recycling rules, you wouldn't have just straight up there s thermometer in the trash. Fuck now's not the time to think about recycling.

With the soft, chaste kiss at the top of your hair you finally decided to turn your gaze to him. Watery eyes met with an adoring grey gaze, a gaze you've never seen at this extreme before. "I love you, you know." Another kiss meant your head got to lift a little more, just to get closer to him. "I don't say it often but you don't have to worry, I'll try to tell our kid more often."

Your eyes shimmered with adoration at his words, despite the cold weather you couldn't bring yourself to feel not even a little tingle, Levi was keeping you so warm with his words. "Really? You want this?"

"Tch why wouldn't I, you thought I'd ever let you go and leave me lonely? I've always thought you knew we're sharing the same future."

Your lips attacked his in fiery passion. It was a natural reaction to his words, an ice melting kiss, a promise for the future. There were many reasons as to why you lived Levi but maybe the fact that you would have a little stoic faced baby running around your feet made you love him a little bit more.

[wonhoarctic]

flash | lee hoseok (wonho)

word count: 2.2K

resquest: hii! may i request a wonho angst fic, please? 🥺🥺 thank you in advance!! (i've translated to english)

a/n: hi love! ofc you can, here's your request, by the way, i hope you like it!! ah, and you don't need to be like this with me, we're friends!! (i was going to write it in portuguese but idk if there are people who use to read this, and i did something with ain't about you and with you, that are your favorite songs!! <3

pairing: idol!wonho x idol!fem reader

genre: angst, but with some fluff and smut undertones

contains: wonho can't help but remember about you, lee y/n, the love of his life, his wife and the mother of his beautiful daughter, in the middle of an online concert he's holding, specially when performing his new song flash, which was made just or you (the songs are not in order of albuns!! it's all mixed)

flashbacks are in italic!!!

tw// death, car accident, sasaengs!!

the concert started out with the 'smutty songs', so he wouldn't cry at the beginning, but he couldn't help but remember about when he wrote with you, thinking about you two, loving each other until the morning, or having some rough sex, it depended on the mood, but it was about you two, and he couldn't help but remember; your blissed out face, the sounds you made just for him, mewls, whimpers and moans, just for him, the love bites and scratches you leaved on his skin at hidden places so no one would figure out, your scent, your taste... everything came back to his mind in that moment

hoseok wished he could be at least turned on from the memories he had, but he was broken, he couldn't be nothing but sad remembering about his love, his sweet y/n, who's not here anymore to comfort him after a bad day, to take care of him when he's sick, to make love to him, to kiss and cuddle, to cook his favorite ramen flavors, and to help him to take care of your newborn baby, to help him to change diapers when he don't know what to do, to see you breastfeeding the sweet embodiment of your love... how he wished you were there at that moment, he couldn't believe that you'd left him, that you had left your family

he swore he lost his energy after singing open mind, thinking that he couldn't handle that anymore, he just wanted to lay on the ground and cry, hoping you could hear him and come to cuddle and comfort your husband, but wonho knew you wouldn't come

when lose started to play, he smiled a bit while singing, remembering how you got moody when you entered the set to support him and saw your man hugging the actress by behind, the same way he used to do with you while cooking or doing something important, or when he wanted to talk with the baby during your pregnancy

your pouty face was the death of him, he remembered exactly the texture of your lips on his when he was saying how sorry he was

"you're not going to say a word to me, baby?" you shook your head no "okay, so..." he leaned forward to kiss you, taking care of your growing stomach "do you forgive me now?"

"u-ugh, fine" you blushed, hearing his giggle "but please, do it with me the next time" you laughed

"i swear that in my next mv, you'll be the actress, and our little princess needs to be there too, right?" he smiled

when the sexy concept songs ment ended, a vcr came out, and he made sure to include you on the behind the scenes of the concert, the few last clips of you two together, you helping him with choreographies and figurines, a long video of you guys choosing the right outfits for open mind mv (yeah, he did some of them without the help of his staffs) playing while he changed and prepared himself to the other ment

when lost in paradise started to play, while he sang, hoseok couldn't help but remember that day in which he asked you to marry him, he asked you to be the woman of his life, and he also remembered about your wedding day, smiling widely while thinking about when the two of you started a life

'i got a feeling it's you' said the lyrics, and yes, he got that feeling, and he was completely right, it was you, the love of his life

the wedding ceremony has ended, you two were at a hill, even though he has acrophobia, he insisted to have a wedding at that place, he felt safe in your arms, and now, the two of you looked at the place, seeing the lake below you, and the beautiful view you had from the little forest, his hands still on your hips

"how does it feel to be finally my wife, love?" he smiled

"i feel like... i feel like this is all a dream" you said, caressing the hand on your hip with your other one "and i don't want to wake up. never."

he smiled widely, turning to face you, his hand still in your hip, while the other one caressed your face, carefully wiping the joyful tears that escaped from your eyes, trying his best not to ruin your makeup

"i wanted this dream to come true so bad... i feel like i'm in paradise now" he said "and i'm so happy that our dream finally came true, y/n, i love you so much, and i'll love you forever" he whispered, kissing you

yes, it was true, maybe he was really lost in paradise with you, but now, you weren't there anymore, just memories about you

even losing you seemed to have a different meaning now..... how he wished he could be there to save you, he wanted to protect you

now, it was the interview time, and he wasn't all smiley like before, and the interviewer wasn't helping that much

"so, wonho-ssi... some of your fans noticed that you're not smiling too much today... what happened?" she asked him

"i wasn't going to talk about it, but i can't hide it from wenees anymore..." he sighed "it's just that... every single thing i do here remember me from y/n, my lovely wife, who's not here anymore"

"and what happened to her?" the interviewer didn't seemed to be aware of the situation

"there might be some wenees who don't know what happened... okay, i'll explain" he felt himself getting braver to talk about what was making he lose his sleep "i've hid about my relationship with y/n for about 7 years, but when we got married, i knew lots of fans would talk about it, so our relationship became public... how could i hide this from my precious wenees? i wanted my fans to know about my family" he felt the tears starting to run on his cheeks "i was so happy when i announced that she was pregnant... i thought wenees would be happy, too, but unfortunately, some of them started to become aggressive towards y/n" he was sobbing, even the interviewer couldn't held her tears, starting to feel guilty by asking him that "some obsessive fans started to stalk her when eunbi turned 5 months old and she started to sing again... and near to our princess' 11 month anniversary, when y/n was coming back from mcountdown, some of those wen..." he corrected himself "those sasaengs collided with her car, they were at a high speed, so it was a huge accident, and she didn't resisted..." he was angry, sad, he couldn't help but cry "i couldn't thank her to be with me, to be the mom of my precious daughter... i couldn't say a last 'i love you'... the last thing we did together as artists was the ain't about you mv... and that morning, the last thing she did before going out was to feed our baby girl, and kiss me..." i miss her so much... please, y/n, come back to me... the police had arrested those girls already, but please... say that you love me one more time" all he could do was cry

the staffs thought about ending the concert without an encore, but he insisted to sing the song he wrote for you, flash, while calming himself when the cameras were off

hoseok saw eunbi, his now one year old daughter sleeping while a staff kept an eye on her, he smiled, his eyes were still red and swollen, his face was puffy, so the baby seemed to notice, even if she was still half asleep when her dad held her tightly in his arms, she managed to grab his nose while smiling with the pacifier still in her mouth, her other hand holding the bunny plushie her mom gave her in the 10 months old birthday

"my sweet eunbi" he cooed "daddy will sing a song for mommy today... will you sing with me?" the baby smiled, her pacifier almost dropping, but wonho put it back in her mouth as soon as he could

he kissed her forehead, and then, started to retouch his makeup and change the jacket, holding eunbi in his arms again, going back to the stage

he grabbed the mic, knowing that they were on air, the first public appearance of his daughter, a beautiful moment, even if it was melancholic

Tonight I am still standing In the middle of nowhere, not knowing how you’re feeling I’m trying to find you because I was the only one who didn’t know When and where it went wrong like a fool I want to turn back time and stop it An endless flash, my love for you

while singing, he meant each one of those words, his love for you would be infinite, he'd never stop loving you, or the huge present you left him — a precious daughter, and photos of the two of you were passing through the big screens behind him, photos of your family, wedding day, honeymoon, selcas... everything he had to remember from you

The day I hugged you for the first time The day that will never come again I repeat the words alone, I love you

all he wanted to do in that moment was for you to be there, to sing with him, both of you holding your daughter, smiling... being a happy family, suddenly, he remembered that day, wishing he could turn back time to the day of your first hug, he wanted to hold you in his arms forever

You shined on me like a lighthouse When I was on my own and lost my way, flash You were shining, flash Will I ever forget you? I miss you You held me like a hero When I was unknown, tired and collapsing, flash You were warm, flash Will I ever find you again? I miss you

you were his light, when someone broke him, when he got into those scandals, when he couldn't go back to his fans, you were the one there, you were his flash, helping him to find the way back home, to give him the love he deserves

You left me and I’m the only one here I call you but there’s no answer, what else can I do? I thought I cared for you more than anything But it was my mistake, how hard was it for you? Come back to me please, give me one more chance Shine on me beautifully like you’ve always did I know bae gone be the last time This is how I’m feeling If I can see you one last time, one love

he was calling you even now, his mind was wandering back to all the memories he had with you, his one and only love, but you weren't going to answer him, you couldn't just come back from the dead

The day I let you go from my arms The day that will never come again I repeat these words alone, I want to see you

suddenly, hoseok felt guilty again while singing this part, he shouldn't let you go from his arms that morning, he should've faked being sick, or anything he could just for you to be home and live a little more

You’ve given me so much I still have more to give you back We can’t stop like this If I have one more chance

he wanted to do all he could for you, but you wouldn't be there to see it, and he would never be able to give back all the love and support you gave him, so he was doing his best to be happy for you even tho he's broken, he needed to be strong for his daughter

You left me and I’m the only one here I call you but there’s no answer, what else can I do? The shining flash, yeah Now I can be your destiny Like I’m your everything? If you’re in my arms, I won’t let you go The flash will be shining on us I’m waiting for the day you smile again

he felt the tears teasing his eyes again, but he held them back this time, ending the song with a smile, playing with the baby in his arms, hearing eunbi's loud laugh, filling his heart with some joy, finally, and he truly smiled, laughing with her

"y/n, i love you! thank you for giving me everything!" was the last thing he shouted before ending the concert

even when you're not there anymore, he felt as if he was being the most loved man in the earth by you and your daughter

[blitheringmcgonagall]

My Gallant Lad - Part I

So I got a wonderful anon today telling me this is their favourite Lily Rescues James fic, it’s part of my canon marauders fic We Can Be Heroes. But, because it works as a stand alone, I’ll be posting it in 4  parts here. I hope you enjoy it (Lily is very BAMF here but tbh so is James). Set during First Wizarding War...

James slammed the palms of his hands down on Dumbledore’s desk.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” he said, his eyes a hot mess of emotions.

“Get your oafish hands off my desk, now!” Lily said, recovering from the initial shock almost immediately with a flash of anger.

“Your desk?” James said, taking his hands off the desk, nevertheless.

“I’m using it now, yes, I need to get these mission forms finished and signed before bringing them for filing in the Room of Requirement,” Lily said, looking back at James angrily. “What the hell is your problem, Potter?”

“My problem?” James was furious. “I’ll tell you what my problem is, Evans. My problem is that my bloody wife thought it sensible to visit Walburga Black, the same woman who thinks nothing of throwing a Crucio at her children, whose husband tried to kill Sirius, who detests muggleborns, who tried to – oh fucking hell, Lily! What the absolute, ever-living fuck possessed you?”

She had never seen him so angry. She folded her arms defensively and glared back, wondering how he had found out.

“I’ll tell you exactly what possessed me, Potter,” she said coldly. “My problem is my dickhead of a husband who nearly got himself thrown into Azkaban by the Blacks, but then thought it sensible to attend a Black family funeral, and to top it all, decided to call over to chat to Orion’s heir, as you do! Do I need to explain it further? What exactly was I meant to do? Let you read the letter and let you waltz back in there so that bitch could finish you off, once and for all?”

She was standing up now, and he couldn’t quite understand how someone so slender and uncommonly kind could look so intimidating and fierce within the space of a few seconds.

“That letter was addressed to me, damn it!” James said, his voice rising with irritation. “You had no right opening my post!”

“I don’t care!” Lily said, looking more agitated and feeling guilty. “If you think I would have let you just go there, you’re even more stupid than I gave you credit for!”

“You’re a muggleborn, Evans, fucking bloody fucking…” James’ words ran out as he waved his arm about with rage. “You could have been killed, do you understand me? Killed, damn it!”

“Yes, well, so could you, at least I have more sense! Remus and I knew what we were doing!” Lily shot back, feeling angrier by the second.

“You clearly didn’t, Evans! What you did was grossly irresponsible and wilfully sly! I don’t care what you say, you could have been killed, Evans, for fuck’s sake! When I see Moony, I’m going to kill him!”

James made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat and slammed his fist against the wall. Damn it, he was furious and livid and scared out of his wits and fucking sick of this shit.

“Remus didn’t have any choice, I told him I was going, and he decided to come with me, surely a safer bet! Don’t you dare drag Remus into this!” Lily said.

“Don’t you dare, ever, ever go behind my back like that again, ever, do you hear me?” he shouted.

“You can scream all you like, Potter, you don’t get to tell me what to do!” Lily said, her voice rising angrily.

“Don’t you dare act like you’re the innocent one in this Evans, for fuck’s sake!” James said.

“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me, Potter!” Lily said. “Get out!”

Her voice was starting to wobble which made her even madder.

“You know what? Fine!” James said, gripping his wand tightly and watching as furious sparks flew from his wand tip. “If you want to tell yourself that this is my fault, if you want to lie to yourself so you can  – ugh! Lily, don’t you dare defend this!”

“I’m not listening to your ranting any longer!” Lily said, slamming the book shut and flinging her quills and parchment into her well-worn bag.

She marched past him, livid and upset and boiling with rage. They hadn’t spoken since. James had slept at his parents’ house for a while and now, with Sirius and Remus gone, James had taken to sleeping in his friends’ bedroom. He didn’t like leaving her with only Wormy for protection. They avoided each other at mealtimes. Peter had cringed and disappeared into the relative safety of his bedroom. There was simply no way he could win if he took sides. They were both still furious.

                                                        ***

“Looks like you swapped into an easy shift,” said Edgar Bones, loosening his collar and placing his cloak over his arm. “Nothing much happening, no handover.”

“Thanks,” said James curtly.

“Lily, James,” Edgar said, tipping his hat at them, sensing something was amiss but too polite to bring it up in conversation.

“Edgar,” said James.

“Bye, Edgar, see you soon,” Lily said, smiling at him half-heartedly.

“If it stays this quiet, I’m going to try going for a kip,” said Frank Longbottom, looking at the fireplace one last time and throwing a blanket over himself.

James nodded absent-mindedly, his left hand restlessly tapping on his thigh, shooting Lily fleeting glances when he knew she wasn’t watching. He hated whenever they fought, and this had been their worst row ever. The night stayed quiet, Lily dozed off on the armchair and James watched her. He was worried about her too, she looked pale and she seemed off her food for weeks now. It added to the leaden feeling of guilt he was carrying. It was his fault. He was right, he was damned well right, and he had nothing to apologise for, but he probably would. Because he knew what he was getting himself into when he married her, didn’t he? And wouldn’t he have done the exact same thing in her place, he told himself for the umpteenth time? He transfigured his jumper into a warm, thick blanket and placed it over her gently, doubling it up and kissing the top of her head tenderly. He watched the magical fairy lights on the tree twinkling merrily. He couldn’t have felt less Christmassy. He fell asleep eventually, having transfigured the rug into a scratchy blanket.

He was woken up by a loud shout emanating from the fireplace.

“You better get your sorry arses down here immediately! I’ve just intercepted intel that a couple of Death Eaters are planning an attack on a muggle school bus in the vicinity of Newcastleton!” Dedalus Diggle’s voice crackled.

“Where’s that?” said James, his voice still croaky from sleep.

“Border between England and Scotland. Dumbledore has left a special portkey in his room that means you should be able to get anywhere, immediately. Hurry! There’s nobody else around.”

“Great!” grumbled Frank, sitting up reluctantly, but shoving his feet into his shoes without hesitation. “Typical Dumbledore, never around when you need him!”

“Get some water and rations and let’s go,” Lily said, standing up and sitting back down rather suddenly.

“Alright, Evans?” James said, with a concerned frown.

“Fine, just feeling a bit sick, probably need to eat something,” she said.

“Maybe you should stay behind?” James said.

“No!” Lily said, forcing herself to stand. “It’s fine. We can’t risk it. It’s children, James!”

James nodded immediately. He wanted to apologise, but not in front of Frank.

“Dedalus, can you try and contact a few of the others in case anyone is available to join us? We’ll be with you in a jiffy,” he said.

“No can do, I’ve also had word of another attack planned in Wales, I’m trying to get in touch with Moody as we speak!”

“Got it,” said Lily, looking at Frank and James. “Don’t worry, we’re on it!”

                                                         ***

“This place gives me the creeps,” said James, peering up at the tall trees.

The air felt thick and heavy, the branches seemed to vie with each other to block out the sunlight, suffocating. Thick moss, grey and faded, clung to everything, dried twigs and branches snapped loudly beneath their feet, disturbing the numerous birds whose harsh cries filled the air, as though spying on them, he thought, watching their acrobatic flight.

“Jackdaws,” he said quietly, moving closer to Lily.

Lily gave him a quizzical look.

“That’s their call - a short, loud, ‘kya’ sound, and they have distinctive, beady white eyes,” he added.

“Is there anything you guys don’t know?” grumbled Frank, shooting James a friendly grin.

“Nope,” James grinned back.

He moved closer to Lily, protectively, feeling a threat in the fabric of the forest, ancient memories, secret and forbidding. He had transfigured the portkey into a muggle leather bracelet, insignificant and worthless to any potential Death-Eaters, which he had placed on Lily’s wrist despite her protestations.

“They must be here somewhere,” Frank whispered, holding his wand aloft. “If we just keep walking, we’ll increase the chances of them seeing us.”

“Let’s split up, I’ll hide in there,” Lily said, pointing to a decrepit, large pine, whose gnarly trunk was rotting and held space for one person. “You two get on higher ground. We can all see the road from here. If you spot anything dangerous, send your signal.”

James’ was an owl hooting, Lily’s was the snort of a frightened deer, Frank’s was the harsh screech of a magpie.

“Alright,” James said, turning to look at Lily, feeling awkward and unsure. “Take care, please.”

“You too,” Lily said, her face unreadable.

“I’m glad Alice isn’t on call today,” Frank whispered after a pause, as they moved on carefully. “We just found out she’s pregnant. Bit of a shock really. Took us ages to figure it out, despite her feeling nauseated for a couple of weeks, being off her food, feeling dizzy and tired, you name it!”

He looked excited and pleased.

“Frank!” said James. “Wow, that’s… that’s brave of you, and rather wonderful news.”

He didn’t know what to say.

He stopped short.

Took us ages to figure it out, despite her feeling nauseated for a couple of weeks, being off her food, feeling dizzy and tired, you name it!

The night of Sirius’ twentieth Birthday. They had both forgotten to cast a contraceptive charm. Could that explain…?

“Frank, I forgot something, I need to run back to Lily, go ahead!” James said.

“You okay?” Frank said, seeing James’ face turn grey.

But he was already gone.

                                                       ***

“Lily!” James said, catching his breath.

“What is it?” Lily said, wand ready to shoot.

“Lily, have you done a pregnancy charm?”

“A what?”

“To see if you’re pregnant?”

“No, why?”

They stared at each other for a moment. Understanding dawned on her.

“James,” said Lily, her green eyes searching his anxiously.

“Let me,” James whispered, taking hold of his wife’s slender wrist and turning her palm upwards, he pointed his wand tip at her pulse point. “Gravidam!”

They both watched as James’ wand tip glowed green.

“Fuck,” he said hoarsely, staring at her.

“What does that mean, James?” Lily said.

“It means… it means you’re pregnant,” James said, running a hand through his hair in agitation. “Fucking bloody fucking…”

Lily’s eyes were wide as his words sank in. As his reaction sank in. She turned away from him and swiped hastily at the tears that fell down her cheeks silently.

“We need to…” James said urgently. “Fucking Merlin… fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“I’m sorry, alright?” Lily’s voice broke as she spoke, her lower lip trembling. “I should have been more careful. I didn’t mean this to happen now, God I really didn’t mean this to… I understand if that’s how you feel, James, but I-“

“What?” James said, turning her around to face him and taking her face in his hands tenderly. “Lily, Merlin, I don’t mean –“

The screech of a magpie rent the air and they both jumped.

“Incarcerous!” numerous voices shouted, as thick ropes coiled themselves swiftly around them, James’ wand dropping to the floor.

“Expelliarmus!” a recognisable voice added, James’ wand flying through the air. “Where’s the other one’s wand?”

“Mulciber,” James said, the blood draining from his face.

“I said, where’s your wand, bitch?” Mulciber said, grabbing Lily by the throat.

“I dropped it earlier on,” Lily rasped, staring back at him defiantly. “I can’t find it.”

“Accio Lily Evans’ wand!” Mulciber ordered, pointing his wand at Lily.

Lily’s wand flew out of the thicket behind them. Mulciber leered at Lily.

“Grab hold of them and set anti-apparition wards around them! And get them to de Soulis Castle, now!” Mulciber said to the other Death-Eaters who surrounded them. “The Dark Lord will be very disappointed to find that it isn’t Sirius Black we have captured, just a useless blood-traitor and a vile mudblood. The information we received must have been incorrect.”

“Shut the fuck up, Mulciber!” James sprang forwards in fury.

“Quiet!” Mulciber said, coming right up in front of Lily and grabbing hold of her Jacket collar. “Or she gets hurt.”

James swallowed.

I tried to laugh about it Cover it all up with lies I tried to laugh about it Hiding the tears in my eyes 'Cause boys don't cry

                                                     ***

The weathered remains of the castle loomed, malevolent, as they crossed the bridge over the moat. Fragments of a tower emerged, the holes in its walls reminiscent of a skull. While the forest around it was dry and parched, wilting and unseasonably warm, as they neared the castle gates mist descended on them. The inside of the castle felt damp and cold. Much colder. Mulciber’s breath condensed in front of him as he spoke, frost clung to the corners of the walls, there were no windows in the great hall.

He had seen this room before… where?

The heavy double doors leading into the main banqueting hall swung open, and four men entered, none of their faces were masked.

“Villiers, Wilkes, Rosier, Snape,” said Mulciber, with a cold laugh. “Your very closest allies, I believe? I failed to retrieve the disowned Black heir, but I found these.”

Villiers and Wilkes giggled. Silence descended as another figure entered the room, the five men bowing immediately. Muciber pushed James and Lily forcefully and they fell forwards onto their knees. James watched as Voldemort approached slowly, with a gleeful expression. He zoned in on Snape, Snape who was watching Lily with terror on his face, before carefully schooling it into neutral.

The room.

McGonagall’s grim tones echoed in his mind.

“So, a group of Death Eaters, who appear to have captured Lily Evans, in an unidentified location?”

Divination class. His vision. He had forseen this.

“Lily,” he said quietly, speaking through his teeth. “Do you trust me to get us out?”

He was sure Voldemort could hear his heart pounding.

“If you have an idea, I’m all in,” Lily murmured, watching Voldemort as he drew nearer.

“Leave it to me,” he whispered.

Taking a deep breath, he turned and locked eyes with Severus Snape.

“Fuck you, Severus Snape! You absolute bastard! Stay the fuck away from my wife, do you hear? Don’t you dare go near her, you fucking piece of shit! I despise you, Snivellus! You fucking coward! Bastard cursed Death Eater! Stay the fuck away from her or I’ll kill you with my bare hands!” James screamed.

[selfwriting-sugarquills]

Say yes. (George Weasley x reader)

Description: George Weasley had asked you to marry him exactly 465 times since he and you started dating in your fifth year. He’d said it half-jokingly at first, then because you kept turning him down with a smirk as you insisted “someday, but not yet.” and then it had evolved to be a way of saying “I love you” and you’d established that it wasn’t the real one yet as long as you were in school, and that when he finally decided to ask you for real, you’d know: Champagne, fireworks and other romantic gestures were promised but when George loses his ear he decides to spend that final proposal a little differently than initially planned. 

requested: nope 

warnings: descriptions of blood, injuries, a little angst but mostly fluff. 

word count: 3.7K 

taglist: @schlongbottom​ @cardboardbenmazzello​ @unseensilver​ @mochamiilk​ 

(gif isn’t mine) 

“Marry me?” 

“Oh, Merlin,” you facepalm, “It’s too early for this, George,” 

“Come on!” he persists, 

“You always ask me and the answer’s always going to be the same!” you’ve taken on an irritated tone but you’re grinning at him from across the breakfast table, 

“But I don’t know that! What if you change your mind?” he asks and takes a bite of toast, 

“Yeah ‘cause I’m likely to decide to get married in the middle of my sixth year, am I?” you steal the other piece of toast from his plate and bite into it. He lets you, 

“Maybe? It could be kind of romantic: eloping and doing it in secret?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you earning a playful eye roll from you, 

“No way. Your mother would murder you if she found out you’d eloped at sixteen, and I’m pretty sure my mum would be standing in line to get to me next,” you chuckle.

George Weasley had developed a habit of asking you to marry him since you first started dating. He’d first asked you when you were fifteen in Hogsmeade. You, in turn, had choked on your butterbeer and spluttered a panicked: 

“WHAT?!” 

George had laughed and answered: “You heard me,” and you hadn’t had the faintest idea if your relatively new boyfriend was being serious at all. He’d later admitted that no, he didn’t really think marrying you at the tender age of fifteen was a good idea but in his defence:

“I can still ask you now, and then wait to actually marry you!” 

Which was true, but you sort of took the whole marriage thing seriously and so you’d developed a term for The Real One as an understanding that all his questions were not serious proposals and moreso a replacement for “I love you” or another set of endearing words, and that he’d let you know if he did ask The Real One. As the years pass by you’d become used to proposals being randomly thrown at you from the redhead you adored so much. In fact, you’d kept a tally and noted the most noteworthy ones in a small notebook: 

#26 George asked me to marry him on a trip to the beach with my family and immediately got hit by a giant wave, suffice to say, I agreed to do it on the condition that he didn’t drown himself in an attempt to impress me.

#168 George learned yesterday that asking me to marry him while I’m hungover with my head in a toilet results in whatever I can grab nearest to me being tossed at him, possibly accompanied by a certain finger being presented to him. 

#340 George successfully asked me to marry him during a quidditch match and because of his dashing looks and undeniable charm, not to mention his impressive sportsmanship and talent in the sheets, I said yes!

#341 George needs to learn that if he steals my notebook and forges me saying yes then I’ll never marry the git. ---> Oi, you promised not to say no :( - G Get over it, liar >:/ - Y/n

Now, at age 20, George had asked you a whopping 416 times to marry him, and you had yet to accept nor decline any of those proposals: you couldn’t say yes, because it wasn’t T.R.O (as you’d named it) and you couldn’t get yourself to say no because truth be told: you did want to marry him. A lot. But you figured it was better to wait, you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon, so you’d let yourself be amused by your boyfriend’s antics for years, though now as you grew older, there was an air of anticipation behind each time he asked, not to mention that he’d stopped asking you as frequently. He liked throwing you off by asking you unexpectedly, 

“You know, if you’re gonna ask me, for real that is,” You ask one night while your head is resting on his chest. You’re in his bed above the shop, the light from the moon illuminating your shapes, 

“Yeah?” his chest vibrates when he speaks and you can’t stop the small, content smile that forms on your lips, 

“Just so you know, I want a ring-” he cuts you off with a soft laugh, 

“- and champagne! lots of it! no ring pops or asking me while we’re in the ocean; I want it to feel real,” 

“Got it,” he chuckles, your head bobbing with his chest as it rises and falls, “anything else I can do for you, madam?”

“...Fireworks would be appreciated too, please.” 

“Noted,” there’s a moment of domestic, blissful silence, “Y/n?” 

“mhm?” 

“I love you,” 

“I love you too.” 

You don’t discuss the proposal anymore for the time being. Things at the order pick up its pace as Harry’s seventeenth birthday approaches and suddenly, 

“What’s going on?” You’re standing in the kitchen with a puzzled look on your face as the two identical young men hurriedly come into the apartment and disappear into their respective bedrooms where you follow George to see him change out of his work suit and into a different, purple one at a fast pace, 

“Something’s come up with the order, we have to leave tonight,” Fred’s voice explains from his room, you give George a questioning look, he doesn’t meet your eyes,

“I’m also in the order, why wasn’t I told about this?” you ask, as George passes by you into the living room, his eyes fixated on his buttons on his sleeves. In your chest, your heartbeat anxiously speeds up while you wish George would just slow down for once and explain what is going on, though you know that slowing down isn’t exactly the twins’ expertise, 

“You know Moody; always so secretive. He probably figured that telling everyone in the order the details would lead to the info leaking or something, don’t worry about it, love,” George flashes a quick reassuring smile at you but you’re already worried about it. In fact, you feel nothing but anxious about this whole situation. 

“But what am I supposed to do? just sit here and wait while you go on some secret mission I know nothing about?” you ask while the twins find coats and begin putting them on. Finally, George faces you and quickly approaches you but you’re not calmed by this. A small flicker of anger ignites inside you as you realise that your boyfriend clearly doesn’t take this as seriously as you do, and then again why would he? he knows what’s happening you think to yourself. George gently cups your face in his hands. He presses a kiss to your forehead, 

“It’s all going to be fine, I promise,” he says, caressing your cheeks, “tell you what: apparate to the burrow and I’ll meet you there, we’re supposed to go there anyway, alright?”

No, it’s not alright, what part of this is alright?!

“Yeah, alright then,” you say in defeat. 

“That’s my girl!” George says and presses his lips to your forehead once more before walking over to his brother, 

“Ready, Fred?” He says and Fred nods at him, 

“Ready, George,” Fred replies with a grin, 

“I’ll see you at the burrow, ok?” George turns to you and when you don’t reply with more than a solemn look, he adds, “Don’t worry.” 

And then he’s gone. And you stand in the empty apartment, trying to process everything that just happened in the past ten minutes. Then you apparate to the burrow, landing outside the building. Molly must’ve seen you because the door opens before you’ve even reached the house and you’re more than happy to see her. You let yourself be swept into her embrace as she greets you with the same motherly fashion as she always did, 

“I hope it’s not a problem. George sent me here,” you say as you tread inside, Molly closes the door behind you, 

“Not at all, dear, I expected he would,” she says with a smile, “I was just about to make some tea, it always calms me on nights like these,” she says, already heading toward the kitchen, 

“What do you mean?” You ask, your nerves beginning to gnaw at your insides again, 

“Haven’t the boys told you anything?” Molly asks from the stove, you stand in the doorframe and shake your head, “something about the order and Moody but besides that, not much else,” you say, 

“Just typical,” Molly tuts, “Oh well, I suppose there’s no reason not to tell you now,” she say and begins explaining the plan of moving Harry to the burrow, of disguising members of the order to look like Harry, the risks of the plan she doesn’t leave out and you don’t feel any better knowing that there’s a real danger of the plan going wrong. 

Time passes. Ginny joins you in waiting, you small talk for a little but soon find yourselves too anxious to say anything other than worrying out loud if the order will arrive soon. 

After an hour and a half, you’re pacing the living room, unable to sit still. According to Molly, they were supposed to have started showing up some forty minutes ago but when you look out over the dark landscape surrounding the burrow there’s nothing but softly swaying grass and a vast cloudy sky. You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom though you don’t do anything other than stare at yourself in the mirror and try to calm yourself down. But you can’t stop thinking about the worst-case scenarios: George coming home hurt, or worse, not coming home at all. You splash water in your face in an attempt to drown out the voice of George telling you not to worry in your head. The words have been echoing in your head since you arrived at the burrow, and each time you find yourself trying to cling to the sound of his voice, remember exactly how it sounded, how his fingers felt on your face as he caressed it, the feeling on his lips on your forehead right before he left, you try to feel the warmth they’d left just in case- 

“I think I see someone!” Ginny says and by the sound of the door being flung open you exit the bathroom and follow her and Molly out into the night where one giant figure and one smaller one appear from the tall grass, who you immediately recognise as Harry and Hagrid, both of whom are soaked and clearly shaken up, 

“Where are the others?” Harry asks while Hagrid explains to Molly how they hadn’t stood a chance, the death eaters had been awaiting them, 

“You’re the first ones back,” Ginny says with a grim expression, she doesn’t get any further though, as the unmistakable pop of apparition brings your attention further down the field, 

“Quick!” you hear Lupin yell and when you see the bleeding person he’s carrying you speed up to meet them, Harry beats you to it though, which is good, because when the polyjuice potion wears off and George’s features become clearer you feel as if all the air has been punched out of you, your knees buckling under you for a moment in shock, before you hurriedly follow them inside the house, where Lupin and Harry lay George on the couch. You and Molly sit down beside him and while Lupin grabs Harry and questions him you don’t tear your eyes away from George. You can’t. 

“Hi there, darling,” he croaks, his eyes half-open. You place your hand on his chest and wince when you find it’s sticky with blood, 

“Hey there,” you say, your voice unsteady. You try not to look at the blood that’s trailing from his ear but against George’s pale skin, it’s difficult not to. You bunch up his shirt in your hand as you try to steady yourself. You feel sick, and it doesn’t take long for tears to find your eyes. 

“Hey,” he says, his voice barely more than a whisper, “it’s okay, Y/n,” his hand finds your cheek, as the first tear of many trickles down your face and you struggle to keep composed. You clench your jaw trying not to sob but you still let out a small broken one escape through your lips as you breathe out, as you place your hand on his, squeezing it tightly, you’re afraid. Afraid of him letting go. His eyes close and another sob burst through you. You only look up when you feel a hand on your back, and you find Fred’s concerned face, his hand moves to your shoulder, he gives it a quick squeeze, 

“How’re you feeling, Georgie?” he asks, George swallows and for a moment you hold your breath, thinking he’s unconscious, but then his eyes open, just a little, 

“Saint-like,” he says, to your surprise, a small smirk tugs at his mouth, you and Fred share a look, 

“Come again?” Fred asks, looking pale with worry, the smile on George’s lips broadens, 

“Saint-like,” he says, “I’m holey, Fred, I’m holey. Get it?” Georges’s hand leaves yours to gesture to his ear, 

Fred’s cheeks gain a little colour as he shakes his head, 

“Of all ear-related humour, you go for ‘I’m holey’? that’s pathetic,” Fred says, his smile mirroring his twin. 

After a few moments Molly disappears to find some things to help mend George’s ear, and the order agrees to give him some privacy by moving into the kitchen, leaving you alone with the twins, Fred gets comfortable next to the couch, and you stay put, stroking George’s hair with a still-shaky hand. 

“Don’t worry,” George says, 

“You do realise that saying that over and over isn’t going to work, right?” You answer, brushing tufts of ginger hair away from his forehead, 

“worth a try,” he replies, closing his eyes again a pained expression forming on his face and you know that he’ll most likely pull through but you can’t seem to let go of the ‘what if?’ resting in the back of your mind. Molly reappears with a bag of various remedies and ingredients, she picks out a sample of bottles, and then goes to find a cloth and some water, 

“I would use magic,” She says, “but I think this is easier to control,” she wrings the cloth and both you and Fred eye it nervously, 

“You gonna be ok?” You ask George when he opens his eyes at the sound of the water from the cloth dripping into the bowl beneath it. He swallows hard, 

“Yeah, I think so,” he says, “It’s a bit of water, how bad could it be?” you try giving him an encouraging smile but you know that beneath it all you’re both aware that this isn’t going to be pleasant, 

Molly gingerly touches the cloth to George’s ear and he winces, letting out a sharp hiss and his hold on your hand tightens, reminding you that your boyfriend, the former beater, is a lot stronger than you but you don’t ask him to let go, or say anything at all, your lips form a thin line as you watch him grimace and whimper with every stroke of the cloth against the cut. Molly apologies profusely and promises that she’s doing it as fast as she can, her eyes lined with tears as well. Fred grows pale when Molly wrings the cloth again, turning the water a bright vermillion and excuses himself, 

the cut looks better after it’s rinsed and Molly gently applies some of the remedies she’s picked out, before asking your help in holding George, who’s close to unconscious again, while she bandages him, 

“It’s not much,” she says in a shaky voice, “but it’ll do till tomorrow,” 

“Do you think it’ll heal?” you ask, your voice is grainy and you now realise how dry your mouth is. Molly runs a hand over her son’s forehead, 

“you can never know with dark magic, if it was cursed off we can’t know if there’ll be side effects,” she says, “we’ll just have to wait,” she sighs, watching George with glossy eyes. Then she picks up the water and turns to go, 

“I’ll go clean up,” she says with a sniffle, leaving you alone in the living room with George. He looks a lot less frightening without the blood covering his neck and face, and with the bandage covering the ear, he looks almost normal, though he’s paler than you’ve ever seen him. You overhear Fred talk to Molly, who orders him to go upstairs and rest, you reckon he’s not doing well either, after a lot of arguing from Fred he complies. Molly comes in with a tearstained face and some blankets. Together you rearrange pillows and blankets, so you can lay next to George on the floor, 

“We’ll have to leave the clothes on until tomorrow, as much as I’d like to change them,” Molly says, eyeing the bloody stains on the jacket and t-shirt he’s wearing, “oh well,” she says, “I think it’s best if we all get some sleep. You’ll be alright here, dear?” she asks, 

“Yes, I think so,” you say, not sure you’ll be getting much sleep. You try to get comfortable next to George, holding his hand and laying down, staring at the ceiling. You quickly accept that sleep isn’t coming to you, and you sit up again, resting your head on your arm so that you’re almost laying next to George. It’s easier to relax when you can see him. See his chest rise and fall slowly. Hear his breathing. Feel it. Warm and soft, reminding you that he’s still here. Your eyes grow heavy and you’re nearly asleep when, 

“Y/n?” your eyes open at the sound of his voice, you blink at him. His eyes are staring intently at you in the dim light, 

“What?” you ask, 

“Can I ask you something?”

you sit up, 

“It’s just,” he begins, taking breaks in between his words, you wonder if anything Molly has given him has made him loopy, “I’ve been thinking about everything, and since I suppose I can say I’ve had a near death experience, it wouldn’t be right if it didn’t put some things into perspective,” he says, smiling at your puzzled expression, 

“where are you going with-” 

“will you marry me?” 

“...what?” you stare at him,

“I had a whole thing planned but I think I’d rather do it now so I’ll never have to almost lose the opportunity to ask you for real again,” he says, 

“George,” you say, awestruck “are you sure?” 

“More sure than I’ve ever been,” he says in an almost unrecognisably serious tone, his eyes locked into yours, 

You take a shaky breath, “ask me again.” 

The same cheeky grin he’d always wear when he’d ask you appears on his face and you could cry because for the first time that night he looks like himself again, 

“Y/n L/n, will you marry me?” he asks, taking both your hands in his, you don’t move to stop the warm tears that spill down your face, tasting them as you smile, nodding at him, 

“yes, George Weasley, of course I’ll marry you,” you say, diving in to kiss him gently, his hand finds your face, his thumb wiping your tears away, 

“Please don’t cry over me, Y/n,” he says, your faces still close, earning a half-sob half-chortle from you, 

“I’m your bloody fiance now, I’ll cry however much I want over you,” you say, kissing him again. 

“How many times did I ask?” he asks, 

“I think that was the 417th time,” you reply, he pouts, 

“Damn, my goal was a thousand,” he says with a smirk, “wait,” his eyes widen, “what am I supposed to ask you now?” he says. You allow yourself to laugh,

“you don’t have to ask me anything, thank you very much,” 

“...Want to renew our vows?” he tries, 

“Actually, I’ve changed my mind: I’m divorcing you,” you say, laying down beside him, 

“hey! we’re not married yet,” he says, 

“Then I’m divorcing you prematurely,” you say, “now get some sleep!” 

*** 

Bill and Fleur’s wedding was wonderfully different from the way the rest of your lives were going. The war was pressing on with more and more shops in Diagon Alley closed down for an indefinite amount of time. Everywhere you went, people seemed anxious, awaiting something unknown, a sort of resolution to all the dread. In the middle of it all, a wedding had seemed misplaced but standing in the tent behind the burrow, seeing people actually laugh, dance and enjoy themselves, you felt more at ease than you had in months. 

“Hey,” George appears next to you, handing you a glass of champagne, 

“Hi,” you say, looking at Luna dancing with her father for a moment, you turn to George, “how’s the ear?” you ask, George didn’t talk about it much, insisting it was fine which didn’t stop you and Molly from fussing over him still, 

“It’s okay,” He says, “If I’m honest, I hardly notice it anymore. Now I just want the bandages off,” he chuckles. You stand together, watching the crowd for a moment, 

“Can I show you something?” he asks after sipping his drink, 

“Right now?” your eyebrow lifts, 

“Right now. Come on,” he nods towards the exit of the tent, extending his hand for you to take, 

*

“What are we doing in your room?” you ask, a little winded the alcohol and from climbing the stairs, 

“Sit down,” he gestures to his bed and heads to his dresser, rummaging through the third drawer down, “Where is it, I could’ve sworn- Oh! here it is!” he picks up a small object. He turns to you with a grin, “Now, I know that The Real One didn’t exactly go as planned, but I did have a whole thing planned, so,” he walks over to you and kneels down, opening the small object to reveal a stunning engagement ring, “I figured I owe you this,” he says, 

“you got me a ring?” you say a little breathlessly, feeling ridicoulus when tears rim your eyes for what feels like the millionth time since George lost his ear, 

“bought it with my first salary from the shop,” he replies with a sheepish smirk, “do you like it?” 

“I love it, George,” you say, “really, it’s beautiful,” 

“Want me to put it on you?” 

“Duh!” you laugh,

George slips the ring onto your finger with ease and presses a kiss to your hand, then places soft kisses up your arm to your shoulder, your neck and finally your lips, his tongue swiping across your lips, deepening the kiss for a moment before you both break away with breathless laughter. He rests his forehead on yours, taking your hands in his, looking at the light shifting in the jewels in the ring, 

“About bloody time we made it official, too,” he says with a sense of content finality, his hand cups your cheek, kissing you again, this time hungrier and you let him lower you onto his bed to celebrate your final engagement properly. 

[xxtraord1nary]

POV

Fandom: Open Heart

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x f!mc (Charlotte West)

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Constructive criticism is always welcome! No hate please and thank you for reading reblog and comment if you enjoyed.

Summary: A very naughty and heavily pregnant Charlotte much prefers her handsome lovers point of view.

Warnings: Strong Language, Fellatio, Sex, and a tad of dark humor. If that makes you uncomfortable please exit stage left because you’ve been warned. Overall vulgar.

Tag list: @katkart122 @missmiimiie @openheartfanfics

“Tobias, I am not playing with you get that damn camera out of my face! It's way too early for your shit.” Charlotte snapped whilst swatting at the pest she called a husband as he continued to record his very moody wife with his old camera he found a couple a months ago when Char ordered him with a broom in hand to go “clean that damn garage” or he could sleep on the couch for a month, so that being all the motivation he needed Tobias got to it with vigor.

“You're really good at this whole black mama thing Charlie.” he teases with a shit eating grin plastered on his stupidly perfect face. “Keep it up and I’ll be a single black mama if you don’t quit.” she grunted while taking down her plaited kinky tendrils that in the morning tended to have a mind of their own.

“Now why would you say that?”

“Because I’m going to kill you” she said whilst continuing to grumpily apply toothpaste to her electric toothbrush.

“Really talking like that when I’m recording, then the police will immediately know who to be held responsible in the case of my untimely demise, Charlie.” he further ribbed while shaking his head playfully behind the lens.

“Screw you and the police Carrick.” she spat.

“Babe, you know all you have to do is corporate and let me get my daily picture of you and our little Tiny Tia. So get with the program.” he chided with a small but genuine smile as he further gazed at the love of his life and their little one growing inside her very pregnant belly.

“Alright two things: that name is super cute and I’m surprised you came up with that yourself.”

“I’m good for something, see?” to which she answered with a ‘meh’ and shrug of her shoulders.

“I’m offended.” and again another answer in the form of shrugged shoulders and a hard roll of the eyes.

“Now for two, why on earth do you need a picture every day?” she whined with tired eyes.

“This is our first child out of many, I need to capture every moment. Now lift up your shirt!” he confidently proclaimed.

She didn’t want to burst his little bubble but if he thought for a second she was pushing another of his big headed babies out of her lady parts he was sorely mistaken. ‘What the hell is “out of many” anyways?’ she pondered with a perplexed expression. “Absolutely not, I look like a gross ragamuffin.”

He sighed, “Charlie lift up your shirt or I’m gonna hold out.” he asservated pleased with her shocked expression. “Oh yeah, hold out what exactly?” she challenged with raised eyebrows. He knew the denial of sex would be the thing to do it for her. Already she had an insatiable sexual appetite hence here they were here six months pregnant, but pregnancy hormones only amplified that. “You really don’t wanna play those games with me Tobias, or you’ll find yourself handcuffed to bed and taken by force.” she lightheartedly fired back. “I’m quite intrigued as long as I can return the favor.” he huskily dropped an octave and whispered to her. She shivered and scoffed “You a silly little freak.” with a laugh.

“Honestly Charlie, all this is unnecessary as all I wanted was my pictures and could have been going about my business by now but someone refused to get along with the picture. Pun heavily intended.” he sighed.

“Okay I’ll bite, but what are you even doing with these pictures?”

“Well, if you must know. I take your picture or video then I pleasure myself.” he sexily drawled “then upload it online to make a virtual scrapbook.” he happily finished. “Why am I not surprised?” she chuckled as she shoved his laughing form. “Wait, you still masturabte?” she inquisitively questioned.

“Well, yeah sometimes you're in a horrifying mood and I’d rather work with what I’ve got than you ripping my head off, do you?”

“Actually no, not since I met you at least.” she truthfully noted, as her hands just didn’t do the job since Dr. Tobias Carrick waltzed into her life with his devilishly handsome face and rocked her world.

“I’m doing my job right then.” he pressed with a smirk. “Mhm, too right if you ask me.” she quipped pointing to her very round and beautiful stomach adorned with barely visible glittery stretch marks that only magnified her beauty and strength. “What’s on your mind now?” he pried while she poked at her bump in the mirror. “Me and Sienna, Aurora, and Jackie are going out to Carson Beach and I can’t decide whether to wear a two or one piece.”

“Two pieces of course so I can enjoy the fruits of my labor.” he smiled proudly.

“Four minutes hardly constitutes at “labor” she mocked with air quotes. He smacked his teeth in annoyance, “If you loved me you’d do this for me.” he pleaded. And now it was her turn to kiss her teeth, “Fine!” she huffed. “But leave my face out of it, I look icky in the mornings.” to which he eagerly disagreed and pecked her lips but not before muttering something along the lines of “stunning”.

“Alright, I’ll give you your little video but you have to do something for me.” she suggestively proposed. To which he readily agreed as he loved her ‘just been fucked’ afterglow. He then turned off the old camcorder and attempted to put it away but she fingered the loops of his jeans “Uh uh turn it back on.”

He was sure his eyes were completely bulging out of his skull and managed to mutter a “Charlie a-are you serious?” in his daze. She nodded and sunk down to her knees as she slowly tugged down his boxers and elicited a low groan from him.

In the lens of the camera she expertly handled his member with care and tenderly began to stroke him giggling at his floored expression. “You ready for me, Tobias?” she tantalizingly asked not ceasing her stroking. Receiving an eager nod and thumbs up from the camera she smirked at her success in making the talkative bastard speechless. Expertly she teased his large in girth and lengthy member with the tip of her tongue before guiding him into her mouth as she had done tons of times before sucking her mans dick like a woman starved.

“Oh god, slow down baby.” Tobias pitifully groaned while screwing his mind down as the love of his life expertly worked him. “You wanna be inside me, baby?” she whispered in a sultry tone against the head of his member cursing a pleasant shiver to rack his body. He didn’t answer but instead made a gesture behind the camera for me to turn around. He thanked the heavens above for the easy access and the fact that she was wearing one of his shirts and abandoned underwear long ago. She hissed as his large strong hand cam crashing down on her bare ass, and soothed the pleasant sting with a soft rub. “Perfect.” he murmured as he continued his caressing of her more than generous backside. “How’s the view?” she asked with a wink through the mirror.

And with a quick and brutal thrust he was inside leaving her panting mess on the cold surface of the bathroom countertop as she moaned slowly.

“Amazing.” he quickly answered before he began his unrelenting deep thrust. “Deeper” she moaned out in the air. Resting on her palms and easing away from the countertop she made eye contact with a chipper Tobias as he violently thrust into her and she had to brace herself. “Where are you going Char?” Tobias teased as she stood on her tiptoes desperately in an unsuccessful attempt of creating space between them.

“Damn I know I told him deeper, but now he's just showing out for the camera.” she thought while groaning as he hit a spot inside her making let out a loud guttural moan. He made the most out of his opportunity reaching to rub her clit. Moaning even louder he soon used one hand to grip her shoulder as he angled the camcorder downwards to catch sight of his pelvis meeting her dripping cunt. Closing her eyes for some reprieve she opened them to meet Tobias’s eyes in the mirror to find him damn near gnawing through his lip to hold back his loud groans.

Her release soon crep up on her and she moaned loudly, “Baby, I-” to which he cut her off as he sped up his tireless thrust, “Me too. Don’t wait for me.” and with that she came harder than ever and fell back on the counter, a panting mess and sweating bullets and winced as he pulled out of her. She mistakenly thought he was going to clean her only for him to zoom in the camera to get a close up of her used pussy with his milky cum dripping out of her.

Once he caught his breath he chuckled “That was amazing and it wasn’t even my birthday.” to which she rolled her eyes with a dazed expression and a small smile on her face since enjoying the after effects of their morning activities.

“Yeah yeah you better delete that.” she warned turning on the shower.

“Uh-Uh Charlie we just made a porno, I’m downloading this to my USB and keeping it in my safe.” he remarked while being transfixed at the camcorder in his hands causing her to snort with laughter.

“Whatever, if it gets leaked I better get paid for it.” she declared while leaving to her shower leaving Tobias in a cheerful fit of post orgasmic laughter.

Fin.

A/N: That was nasty and you read it so you’re nasty too.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Pure Blood 2 (Sirius Black x Fem!Oc)

Book II

Words: 2, 349

A/N: Now, meet Perseus John Black-Singh. I couldn’t resist casting Logan Lerman, he’s so beautiful. -Val

Masterlist:

Chapter 1: / Chapter 3

1980

“Hey, Sirius.”

“Hi, Jenna,” He greets with a frown. "Uh, Persephone isn't-"

She raises a hand, stopping him.

"Can I come in?"

Sirius nods, stepping aside. They both sit in the living room of the apartment.

"I don't mean to be rude, but what are you doing here?"

She sighs.

“I waited for Persephone to not be here. This is not easy, but I didn't want you to hear it from someone else.”

"What happened?"

"It's Regulus,” She looks him straight in the eye. "What was the last you heard from him?"

Hearing the name of his younger brother Sirius feels a strong pressure on his chest. He understands why Jenna doesn't want Persephone here. Whatever the news are, he knows it won't be good for her and the baby.

"He joined the Death Eaters, as was his plan," He answers uneasily. She nods. "Just tell me, Jenna."

“Well, he achieved his and your parents' goal. He became a great member of the Dark Lord's followers. Some say that it’s close to him, but,” She fidgets on the couch. "I'm so sorry, Sirius. He died.”

A huge lump forms in Sirius's throat. The news these days are rarely good but he wasn’t expecting this.

“Shit," He says with difficulty. His breath hitches and feels his head spin. He closes his eyes for a few seconds, trying to control himself. “How— how did you find out?"

Although she and Sirius have never been close, no one deserves to go through all of this.

“He’d been missing since last year. The Death Eaters knew he was dead, but did nothing about it. Moody got that information.”

"Missing? Don't you know where the body is?"

"Sirius, please don't get hopeful. No, they haven't found the body, but it's been over a year now. You know that now that doesn’t guarantee anything.”

"How do you not want me to if—”

"What would you do? Go get him? Nobody has an idea where he might be and if he hasn't shown any signs this year, what makes you think he’ll come back? " She knows that she’s being very hard on him, but for that very reason is why she offered to break the news. If any of her friends did it, they would end up with some crazy plan, or if it was some authority, Jenna knew that the first thing Sirius would do would be to disobey. "You have other things to worry about, Black."

"It's my brother, Jenna,” He answers through clenched teeth.

“Yes and I’m very sorry, but there’s nothing you can do. Persephone needs you now more than ever. Your baby’s coming soon and I don't think she’ll allow you to go out on a risky mission right now."

"I can't stand idly by.”

"You must do it. For the sake of your family. Think of your son.”

The place remains in a tense silence. Jenna hopes Sirius doesn't do something stupid, while he struggles on what he should do.

"You're right,” He whispers.

Jenna takes his hand and squeezes it.

Feeling helpless, Sirius's eyes fill with tears. He holds Jenna's hand like his life depends on it. She lets him cry, she doesn't know what to say or do. After a few minutes, he wipes his face and breathes calmly.

"Will you tell Persephone?"

He shakes his head.

“I don't want this to affect her now. I'll talk to Remus, maybe after we have the baby, I don't know. I don't know what to do— I, uh…”

“Don't worry, it's okay. No one from the order will interfere in these matters. I took care of this.”

"Thanks, Jenna,” He smiles sadly at her.

All of this reminds him of the time he was told the news of his uncle Alphard. Him without being able to do anything, not even make a dignified funeral. With another person notifying him of the tragedy. Both in the wrong places, he can't help but feel chills at the thought that the most important people in his life were alone at that moment. And no one could say goodbye.

"Can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure"

“I want Reg to have a headstone in the same cemetery as my Uncle Alphard. I don't want him to stay with my parents."

"I can do that.”

"Thanks. I know it's a lot to ask, but now I have to ask permission for everything…”

"I understand, Sirius. You don’t have to worry. That's what your girlfriend's best friend is for.”

That makes them laugh a bit, until the apartment door opens.

"Sirius, you won't believe what we bought!" Persephone walks in, Remus at her back. They both have several shopping bags on both arms.

Sirius wipes his face completely, gets up from the couch and walks over to his girlfriend with the best smile he can do.

"Tell me everything, love,” He kisses her lips and brings a hand to her belly.

***

1991

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" He frowns.

I was scared.

"I wanted you to know what it is to have a normal life.”

His gray eyes look directly at me. Damn, he's just like his father.

“But it was never normal, I have never been normal. Everyone at school says so.”

"They don’t know what they say. They tease you because you're different, but it doesn't mean that's bad, my star. Besides, you're always going to face those taunts, both Muggles and wizards,” I grimace. "They'll always find something different in you to use against you, but—”

"I must not let them affect me, I know,” He rolls his eyes.

Smartass.

“Exactly,” I laugh.

"So, I have magic?" He says.

“Yeah, but it's not like in the movies, darling. It's not that you can manipulate everything with your hands. You need a wand, books, the teachers will teach you to control it…”

“A school for wizards. Cool.”

"Aren't you upset anymore?"

"I don't know,” He shrugs. He thinks for a few minutes and then smirks. "Does this mean that I’ll never see my classmates again? Nor Harry?”

Oh, no.

“You’ll no longer go back to that school, but you’ll still see Harry. He’s a wizard too.”

"What!?" He screeches. "Why? It's not fair, why does he always have to be everywhere? Who else is?” He crosses his arms.

"Uh, Harry, your uncle James, Remus, Andromeda, Dora, Jenna, Apollo, Jane, your cousins,” I look at him as his brow continues to frown. “Me."

"No, that's not true. I've never seen you do magic.”

“I had to hide it from you. Wait. I told you all those names and you just distrust me?"

"Sometimes you tell lies, mum.”

"It's not true,” I say offended.

"I know you forgot Uncle Moony's birthday, and you went to buy his gift when you said you were going for more soap," He says raising an eyebrow.

"That was different.”

"Who ate the last slice of the Phoenix cake?"

“Apollo."

"You had chocolate on your cheek.”

"Okay! Those were little lies, but I also have magic.”

“Show me.”

Now I raise an eyebrow.

"Why don't you look in the mirror, kid?"

His eyes widen and he runs to the bathroom.

"My hair is blue!" I laugh. “We're wizards!" He squeals excitedly, but his smile doesn't last long "Dad is too?"

"Yes, he is " I smile tensely at him.

“He studied at holwarts too?"

“Hogwarts," I correct him. "Yes, we were both there.”

"Wait, do you think he's in the wizarding world? I can look it up!”

The knot in my stomach tightens.

“Percy, we've already talked about this. He doesn't want to be found.”

“But—”

“Please."

He sighs.

“Okay," He says, looking down.

It hurts to see him like this. Telling him that his father is far away was not a good idea, but at that moment, I didn’t know what to say to him, despite having a plan. I couldn't just tell him that his father had died. I just can’t.

“Hey," I clear my throat and take his hands. "You should know more about the magical world.”

"What?"

"Well, in the school there are four houses and depending on your aptitudes, they’ll choose you in one of them, it’s like being in a team with the whole school,” He watches me attentively. "They are Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Gryffindor.”

"Which one were you on?"

“Slytherin, and your father in Gryffindor.”

"What do I have to do to get elected to one of them?"

“You'll know when you arrive.”

“Mum,” He complains.

“No, I won't screw it up. I— uh, there is something else,” I try to sort my ideas. "All houses have their history and Slytherin is not the best of all, but don’t get carried away by that. It doesn't matter where you stay,” I smile at him. “What matters is who you are, okay? I want you to continue being the same clever boy as always.”

"I can do it.”

I nod.

"Do you remember the story your Uncle Apollo told you about our family?"

“Yes."

“Well, it's all true, only with magic. The Singh have been very important wizards and witches in the wizarding world, almost all of them were in Slytherin… Listen, maybe someone they will recognize your last name and they know very… uh, scary stories about them. I just want to warn you of what could happen.”

"Don't worry, Mum. I'll be fine.”

"Okay, but if you need help, you know your cousins are there too,” He nods. "Okay, I think that tomorrow we can buy your books and everything you need,” I tell him, handing him his letter.

“Great," He’s about to leave, but he returns scared. "Can you return my hair to normal? I like blue, but not in my hair.”

I roll my eyes. I’ll never understand why Sirius and Perseus care so much about their hair.

“Done."

He sees his reflection in a pot and sighs in relief.

***

"And now everything’s ruined by Perseus,” says Harry when we reach his side at the station.

“I’m not excited to see your horrible face, four-eyes.”

"A beautiful day to take the train, isn't it?" James says to then hug me. I laugh corresponding.

"Do you have everything you need, love?" I ask Harry. "Your father can be very messy.” I raise an eyebrow at the man.

After witnessing the two Potters wanting to buy everything, distracted by pretty things in Diagon Alley, I had to help them.

"Everything on the list, Aunt P.”

"And a little more,” adds James sharing a giggle with his son. I roll my eyes. "Harry, why don't you introduce Ron and Perseus?"

"No, I saw him first. Perseus can get his own friends.”

"Harry," James says in a more severe tone.

“Fine."

"I don’t need his friends, surely he’ll be just as stupid as him.”

“Percy!"

"Fine!" He growls.

They both walk towards a red-haired boy along with a lady and a little girl.

"You know they don't have to share everything, right?" I tell James as the two of us watch our sons interact.

“Yes, but I've already given up on their friendship. So, I decided to have fun watching them fight,” He answers making me laugh.

"So, Ron?"

"The Weasleys. I think I heard that last name at school, but we never met them, their parents Molly and Arthur, they have seven children, counting Ron."

"What?"

"I know,” He laughs. "They seem like good people, and the boy was nice.”

“Okay…"

The whistle is heard throughout the station, all students must board the train.

"Ready?" I tell James and he nods.

When the two boys return, I ask Harry to come over and James does the same with Percy.

I crouch down to his level.

"Okay. I just want to tell you that I’m very excited that you are finally learning the truth about magic and that you’re starting your classes at Hogwarts,” He smiles at me. "We both know that things won't be easy with your whole story," He nods. “But, I want you to know that if at some point something happens, you can write to me. Hedwig will know where to go. If you have a problem, or just want to talk to me, don’t hesitate to do so, I’ll always answer you.”

"Thank you.”

"Come here,” I hug the boy tightly. "Oh, and something else,” I say as we part. “I know you don't like the idea, but I would like you to take care of Perseus too,” He’s about to complain, but I interrupt him. “I'm not saying that you’re his babysitter, I just want to know that if something happens, you’ll be there for him when I can’t,” He sighs. “Please? I won't be able to sleep if you don't promise, love,” I pout.

"I promise," He says through clenched teeth.

I laugh and kiss his cheek. I get up and we meet the others, now it is my son's turn. I hug him tighter.

"You won't give me another lecture, will you?" He says when we part.

"You've already gotten a lot,” He nods, I kiss his hair. “But there’s something I forgot to tell you. An advice.”

"What?"

"Have fun.”

One last goodbye and they both get on the train.

"Ha! I told you we would make it,” I turn to my right and laugh as I see Jenna and Marlene say goodbye to Josephine, who then runs and gets on the train.

"Who fell asleep?" I ask them.

"It was the silly muggle traffic, my wife didn't want to use any other faster means," says Jenna.

"I don’t regret it.”

The train begins to move, in the distance I see the small head of Perseus, as soon as he sees me he smiles and says goodbye. I wave at him back.

Little by little he goes away. Only until this moment does nostalgia come to me.

"Aw, you’re both crying," says Marlene.

I turn to James, who’s doing his best to hide his tears from us.

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Plus One

It’s Joyce and Hopper’s wedding. A new member is added to the household, and things get real.

(chapter one)(two) 

It’s a Wednesday in February when he returns home and plops down onto the couch. The bar shifts just seemed to get worse. In the span of three minutes, he had to break up a fight, have the bouncer kick out a guy for harassing his manager, and clean a spill a drunk party group had made.

I’m not paid nearly enough for this, he thinks.

A sneeze breaks him from his misery. 

“Bless you.” He says with his eyes closed. They shoot open when he realizes you don’t sneeze like that. 

He sits up and looks at the moving thing under the pillow. His heart races as he hears some kind of breathing. 

Please no, he thinks. We just took care of the plumbing. 

He lifts the pillow carefully, expecting to see a pile of rats or mice or worse. Instead, he’s greeted by a sneezing dog. 

It’s a Scottish Terrier with big eyes that just seem to interrogate him as to why he interrupted his sneezefest. 

“Uhhhhh, where’d you come from?” He scans the apartment, seeing a dog bed at the corner of the lazy boy across from him. 

This had to be the work of one person only.

Steve calls out for you, hearing you run out from the bathroom in a hurry and a towel haphazardly wrapped around you. 

“What’s the emergency? Oh, I see you’ve met Mickey.” 

He’s speechless, looking at you like you’re out of your mind. “Mickey?”

“Yeah, they brought him in today and I felt really bad that they were taking him to the choky tomorrow. I had to save this poor baby. And who can say no to his little eyes?” You singsong the latter half of that sentence in a baby voice, kneeling to ruffle your fingers through Mickey’s fur.

“What if Tony finds out we have a dog? What do we say? We can’t keep him.”

You roll your eyes. “Relax, he’s quiet when he eats the jerky from Tom’s.”

“That’s my jerky!” Steve whines.

“Okay! I’ll get you extra then. Don’t be such a sourpuss.” 

Steve glances back to Mickey still staring at him. He puts out a cautious hand, Mickey getting close enough to sniff and then lick. 

At least it was nice to have another man in the house. 

He runs his hands through Mickey’s surprisingly soft coat, earning a low whimper from the pooch. Mickey lies on his side, clearly loving the scratches Steve is giving him. Steve catches himself smiling, suddenly forgetting the looming threat of eviction for a moment.

He’s wanted a dog since he was six, but his dad would never let him keep one. Not even a goldfish. He thinks maybe if he’d had a dog, he wouldn’t have turned out so cold in his teens. He just wanted to love something and have it love him back.

“Hmm, maybe you’re not so bad.” 

Mickey responds by kicking his tiny paws in the air, writhing on the couch.

Steve is so bewitched by the creature he doesn’t even notice when you come back into the room or even left for that matter.

“So, anything from that Sissy girl you were seeing?”

“No,” he pouts, “I mean I think she was scared off by this.” He gestures to himself.

“Oh my god, you’re doing it again.”

“Doing what? I just felt like there wasn’t any long term potential there.”

“You guys went on one date, and you didn’t even kiss! You blue balled her!”

“Okay first of all, who takes their date to their family member’s birthday party and expects a whole relationship to blossom from there? And second, when you’ve been single as long as I have, you just know what you want and what to expect.”

You snicker. “But you don’t know what you want, you have like, the worst standards.”

“Uh, I like to think they’re realistic.”

“Oh yeah? Well, I don’t think it’s fair everyone has to compare to Phoebe Cates.”

“Phoebe was a great product of her time, thank you very much. And, I mean what about Tessa Grey?”

“Tessa Gr - my co-worker?”

Steve nods adamantly. “I would date her. You know if she wasn’t - engaged.” 

“Alright we have to unpack that sometime but first why do you always say their names like some sort of serial killer?”

“Because,” he thinks, “they’re firsty-lastys. The same way I’m Steve….” 

“Oh please don’t say it.” You cover Mickey’s ears. 

“Steve “The Hair” Harrington!” 

You groan in response, bringing Mickey to rest on your chest while you put your feet up on Steve’s lap. 

“Sounds like someone’s jealous.” He mimics. 

“Oh, please. Okay, okay, let’s say for the sake of this being hypothetical, Tessa breaks off her engagement and she shows up here and says, ‘Oh my god, Steve Harrington I would love to have your babies, let’s get married! You can meet my family and eat my famous pasta, wahhhh!’” You flail your hands around for effect, seeing the amusement in his face.

His face screws up, “Geez, am I dating Wario now?” 

“That is exactly how she sounds! Plus, you would find something wrong with her and then you’d bail.”

“That is not true.”

“Oh but it is! It’s so true. In fact, anyone as grotesquely tall and hair-obsessed as you cannot be so picky.”

“I’m just trying to make sure I find the -”

“Don’t say it.”

“The one.” 

You groan, shoving your face into Mickey’s chest. 

“Oh yeah? I don’t see you bringing anyone home. Still not over Danny?”

Your mouth forms an O, you kick his thigh with the heel of your foot. 

“For your information, I have been seeing someone.”

This piques his interest. “Who and is he an escaped convict?”

“Okay,” you scoff, rolling your eyes. “I haven’t talked to him but he left his number at the desk so who knows?”

“Hmm, I may be wrong, but I don’t think that was meant for you. You are a receptionist after all.”

“We’ll just have to see, won’t we? But I just have some stuff to take care of beforehand.”

He nods.

“Personal…..maintenance.” 

“Yup.” 

“Gotta mow the lawn.” You emphasize.

“No yeah, I got you the first time. But come on, let’s be honest here. You’re stalling.”

“For what?” 

“Jumping into the unknown. Danny was a huge part of your life so I get what it’s like to lose that connection.”

You laugh sarcastically. “Okay, grandpa are these your words of wisdom? I am totally over Danny. At this point, I can say screw Danny! I have all the time in the world to find someone else!“

You weren’t completely wrong. Danny had been with you since senior year of high school. You thought it would be like one of those fairy tales where the high school sweethearts end up living together in an amazing house surrounded by all these treasures and all that jazz. Nothing could tear you down.

And then junior year of college came and he slept with one of your college friends. You transferred soon after. It was your first relationship, and you just felt like a failure. 

You don’t view California so great anymore, instead choosing to uproot yourself and finding the first place you could in New York for cheap.

It worked out fine, you think. It led you to Steve and Robin. 

Even though you clowned him for it, you also wanted that special connection. Love that movies taught you but you’d learned the hard way they weren’t going to translate into real life the same way. 

“Uh-huh. I mean there’s no shame in it, I was the same way with Nancy.”

“I wasn’t moping around and wallowing in self-pity like you, though.”

“C’mon what was that whole period of just ‘Danny!'” He mimics your voice crying and eating out of an invisible tub of ice cream. 

You feign being offended, chucking the couch pillow to him as he catches it and smothers himself with it. 

“Your dad’s crazy. Yes, he is.” You pout to Mickey. 

Joyce & Jim’s Wedding

Chincoteague, Virginia

March 1-3rd 

“I remember during ‘84, Chief Hopper had a special visitor waiting for him in his office to talk to him about the disappearance of her boy. At the time she was just the town’s nut, but I bet no one would guess the wild ride these two would go on to end up here.” The man who Steve tells you was one of Hopper’s officers back home, toasts.

It sat poorly with the guests, including a somewhat already even more pissed off looking Hopper. He seems to get the idea and ends his toast blessing the couple in their late forties. 

Jonathan goes up next, greeting the crowd. He’s dressed impeccably, his hair somewhat slicked back and his ring very prominent when the light catches it.

“I would like to thank everyone who came out to help us celebrate. I’m very proud of my mom and at first, I was a little wary about her settling down with someone. Not because I was moody about it but because she’s done so well on her own taking care of me and my siblings. She’s always been both parents to me but Jim,” Jonathan raises his glass.

“I want to thank you for helping us years ago, for believing in us. For being patient with us and sticking with us through thick and thin. My mom lights up every day like a Christmas tree and I think that’s evidence enough for me to happily welcome you into the family. To my mom and Jim!”

“To Joyce and Jim!” The crowd toasts. 

The wedding was held in a gazebo near the beach on the East Coast, with Joyce getting married in a white tea-length dress with lacing decorating her collar down to her arms and Jim in a grey suit decorated with one of Joyce’s favorite flowers in his pocket. They’d both changed for the reception, Joyce into a red sheath dress and Jim into a black dress shirt and pants and a blazer matching Joyce’s dress. 

You were seated with Jonathan and Nancy and another pair of family friends, talking and catching up with the other nuptials. They both told you the craziest stories about Steve from high school to when they last saw him, all the while he sat mere inches from you and hid behind his hand when something particularly embarrassing came up. 

You’d often erupt in fruity laughter, hearing about the time Steve got his Scoops Ahoy uniform stuck in the fridge or when he’d played Dungeons and Dragons for the first time only to lose every time. 

“So, how long has this been going on?” Nancy queries, gesturing to you and Steve.

You glance at Steve, lost for words for a moment. “We’re just friends.”

“Yeah, friends,” Steve adds right after you.

“I’ve been rooming with him for the past two years since Robin left.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she concedes. “I always hear you call him Honey over the phone sometimes.”

Your eyes widen.  Curse your sarcastic nature.

“Oh no, god no,” You laugh nervously. “I just like to mess with him.”

You drown yourself out with the drink in front of you, leaving Steve to pick up the rest of the conversation.

“We got a dog.” Steve blurts out, trying to fill in for the painfully embarrassing silence.

Jonathan raises his brows, “Really?” 

“Yeah, only instead of being the dad of the group back then, I’m a dog dad now.” He reveals.

Nancy and Jonathan laugh, almost as if to help ease both of you back into not being awkward. 

“Hey, you guys heard Dustin’s getting married right?” Nancy pouts with her bottom lip drawn out. “He’s so old now.” 

“Yeah, Steve loves the little guy.” You blurt. Steve glances at you.

“Last I heard he was starting up some fund for kids with CCD in California,” Jonathan alleges.

“Oh yeah,” Nancy remembers. “The Palm Springs wedding.” 

The music begins playing for the guests and Nancy jumps, exclaiming that she loves this song and asks Jonathan to dance with her. They turn to you and Steve and urge you onto the dance floor, but you say you’ll be there in a second.

“What was that?” He whispers in a shrill tone.

“I panicked!” 

“They probably think we’re idiots now.” 

You cock your head down and glare at him. “These are your friends, Steve. They would never think that. It’s just been a while since you’ve all seen each other they probably understand.”

Steve bounces his leg in response. You put your hand on his thigh, stopping him. 

“Look, we are gonna go out onto that dance floor and we are going to find you the best damn lover you’ll ever have.”

He nods rapidly, hooked onto your every word. 

You lead him in when a couple leaves, guiding his hand to rest on your lower back and rest your left hand on the lapel of his suit. Your right-hand holds out for his, swaying until you can match the tempo of the music. 

“Okay, what about violet in glasses?” You suggest, feeling him turn you to catch a glimpse.

“Too bookish.” 

“What’s wrong with bookish?”

“I already have you, don’t I?”

You roll your eyes. “Alright, what about red with the pony?” 

“Where?” 

“Behind you, rotate.”

He rotates you to the left and makes a face. “Too mean.”

“What? She seems nice.”

“The red makes her seem aggressive.”

You sigh. “Okay, pink with the braid?”

He glances quickly to his right, “Yeah she’s cute.”

“I’ll go and spill my champagne on her and then you just swoop in and dry her off.” 

“Is there any way you can do this without assaulting someone?”

“It’s not assault, I’m just very hands-on with this.”

“That sounds like it’s textbook definition.”

“When have you picked up a textbook? Nevermind, you want to try this or not? I haven’t failed you yet.” 

He purses his lips, thinking back to the first wedding. 

“Don’t. I know exactly what you’re thinking.”

As the song ends you retreat to your table, grab your glass, and start sipping. Steve stays behind, watching you fake stumble and fall against the woman and drench her with the drink. She gasps as the cold beverage hits her, and Steve pulls out one of the fancy napkins from the table.

“Showtime.”

"You think she hates me now?” You say, drawing circles in the sand with your feet.

“You mean because a drunken guest dumped their drink on an expensive dress she was planning on returning?" 

You stare at him, unamused. 

"I appreciate the try. She just seemed….too hostile.”

“I get it, I mean a guy like you coming up to me and trying to pat my breasts down - I would want to leave too.” You chuckle to yourself.

Steve stands, smacking off the sand on his pants. He takes hold of your shoulders and leans you close to the waves as they crash against your ankle.

“Oh my god, Steve! You know I can’t swim.”

Steve is laughing like crazy, teasing you. He takes hold of your waist in a second, carrying you as far into the ocean as he can while you’re shrieking. 

He twirls you as you grip his hands tight, digging your nails into his skin and still screaming to be put down.

“Be careful what you wish for.” He says into your ear and drops you on your ass. The overwhelming cold and seaweed cover your body as you try to stand only to be wiped out by a wave. 

Steve is howling in hysterics, clapping like a seal.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna kill you!” You don’t sound too threatening, if anything your wet appearance was akin to that of a wet kitten just meowing in protest. 

Steve runs and dodges you, moving in a zig-zag pattern as you try your best to chase him through the water.

“You’ll never catch me!” He fronts. 

Anticipating him to move in a pattern, you wait till he moves to the left to start running to the right and knock him down against the sand with a hmph!

“Gotcha!” You exclaim, putting your hands on his chest and completely unaware of the position you’re in. 

You’re straddling him, legs on both sides and your face is inches away from his trying to catch your breath. He smells like salt and champagne.

He’s frozen in place too, one of his hands firmly on your lower back. 

Your eyes flicker from his to the rest of his face, focusing on the moles decorating his neck. He can smell your perfume still even through the saltwater. It inundates his senses, disorienting him momentarily. Your necklace dangles and touches his chin, taunting him. 

This is the moment you’ve been looking for, the one that the movies oh so love to display over and over again. Something in you tells you to do it, to just lean down and see if he tastes like you do. 

Instead, he pushes you to the side softly, catching his breath and patting your thigh. “I guess you got me.”

You nod, taking your dress by the ends of it to walk back onto dry land and leave him sitting there. You’d see him back at the hotel anyway.

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[letsperaltiago]

one single thread of gold tied me to you

From the very first time Jake mentions her name, Karen sees a thread of gold tying him to Amy. In other words: a series of small moments in which Jake is talking to Karen about Amy.

or

Jake talking to Karen about Amy throughout their relationship

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The new girl

“Anything exciting happening at work?”

“Nah,” Jake halts, pausing to think between bites of the dinner Karen has prepared for the two of them. Because he’s the only child (and the fact that he’s a huge momma’s boy) he tries to stop by Karen’s once a week. Either for a quick chat and a coffee or longer. If the latter includes dinner, which it often does, then it’s always a huge plus. Tonight’s visit is one of the longer ones, much needed, and of course dinner is a must.

“Or,” he takes back his prior dismissal. “Like, this new girl joined the squad last week, so that’s… exciting, I guess?”

Karen’s head perks up letting her son know that she’s indeed listening.

“Well that’s always a good thing. What’s her name?”

By then Jake is already busy chewing on another bite of her mom’s baked potatoes - a personal favorite of his. Then again any food his mom makes is his favorite.

“Amy Santiago. She seems cool enough, I guess. Then again she just arrived so I guess I’ll have to see.”

Although the world, more specifically Jake, isn’t aware of it yet, the spinning of his and Amy’s golden thread commences its journey here. Karen smiles to herself as this, she realises, is the perfect opportunity for her to pick a bit on her son who’s never shy of teasing her. Lovingly, of course.

“Maybe she’s cool enough to date?”

The statement immediately interrupts his before eager chewing, a press on his entire body’s pause button, and earns Karen a deadpan expression as answer to her so-called proposition.

“Mom, please.”

There’s small smile on his face as he knows his mom is out to pester him. “Charles already went all Cupid on us when she arrived, so the last thing she needs is me hitting on her. Plus,” he’s back to being chewing on a mix of potatoes and meat, “I don’t even know her.”

“Well that’s just a matter of time, honey.”

Having nothing else to add he figures a shrug must be answer enough.

“Anyways,” he looks back up from his plate to his mother. “How’s Carla?”

Rivalling close friends

For her son’s birthday Karen has invited the squad over to her place for a celebratory dinner. At this point, since they’re good at dropping by if they’re ever in her neighbourhood or nearby for work, she’s familiar with most of the people Jake spends 95% of his time with - this with an exception of Amy and Holt.

They’re setting the table while Jake gives her one last quick rundown of the 99th precinct’s squad, so Karen is sure of who the different people are.

“… And Amy, besides Holt, is the last one to have joined the squad. She’s that super neat, kinda annoying one, I’ve told you about. You know, the one who tells me that I can’t eat in her car, and constantly corrects my grammar.”

“I thought you liked her?” He can’t see tell, since he’s busy setting the table, but Karen frowns finding it unlikely that her son suddenly has something against a colleague he most of the time spoke so highly of.

“I do, mom and that’s what’s so annoying. She’s the worst and best of all worlds...” He pauses in the middle of putting down a plate giving himself some time to turn over his thoughts. “… I mean, she probably is my best friend at this point, besides Charles, yanno? But please don’t tell him I said that. His little heart can’t take it.”

“Because of jealousy or because he’s dying to see you and Amy together?”

“Both,” Jake chuckles shaking his head in disbelief of the fact that he puts up with this situation daily.

Karen knows Jake’s “brother from another mother”, how the little man had introduced himself the first time she met him, very well  and can’t hold back a chuckle at the very vivid mental picture of a both jealous but also over the moon Charles.

“Your secret is safe with me.”

It brings an even wider smile to his face upon seeing his mother pretending to lock her lips and throw away an invisible key. Okay, maybe his mom is his best friend, but Amy and Charles are a close second.

Sadly Amy has fallen sick and never makes it to the birthday dinner, but upon arrival Rosa hands him a pretty gift bag with a tiny card and impeccable handwriting that says: Happy birthday, Pineapples ;) Inside the bag he finds the limited edition Die Hard 2: Die Harder-poster that had smashed his heart to pieces when someone had outbidded him for it on eBay. Little had he known it was Amy, sitting just a few feet away by her desk opposite of him, who’d outdone his bid with a sly smirk on her face. A smile which she could hide behind the big computer screen.

The smile on his face is impossible to hide and he immediately sends her a text:

‘ur gift made me die hard!!! guess ur not so bad after all ;) all kidding aside thank u so much and get well soon <3’

Later that night after everyone has left, he’s helping his mom cleaning the kitchen. Suddenly she hands over a homemade doggy bag with leftovers from the dinner.

“Don’t you think sweet, sick Amy deserves this after the gift she gave you?”

Her smirk doesn’t go unnoticed.

Jake of course agrees and later, on his way home, he drops it off at Amy’s place. It being late and not wanting to wake her up, he leaves it on her doorstep and sends her a text for her to see whenever she wakes up:

‘the bag on ur doorstep is not a bomb but a care package from mother peralta. hope ur feeling better but if u dont can i have your desk at work?’

A few days later Karen texts him a picture of a beautiful thank you card with the infamous, neatly Santiago style-written message thanking her for the thoughtful gesture. Jake smiles to himself and replies with a simple: ‘shes a good 1’

Unconsciously developing feelings

He never explicitly tells her. Still, Karen has her suspicions and they only grow every time her son mentions Amy’s name. Sooner rather than later it becomes very clear to her: her son would go to great lengths for his partner - even though he isn’t ready to acknowledge it yet.

“Mom, there’s no way I’m losing my car to her. I’m gonna take her on a date and she’s going to hate it and i’m going to love it- I mean… love her misery,” he corrects himself.

Karen is leaning against the doorframe to his still unaltered childhood bedroom, where Jake is currently rummaging through boxes containing a mix of childhood memories, dust and worthless nick-nack.

“You don’t happen to still have those old pictures of me and Jenny Gildenhorn, do you? I want to find an exact replica of Jenny’s hideous blue dress to torture Amy with.”

Knowing of Jake’s repressed, yet to be realised feelings, because a mother does know best, Karen rolls her eyes. He doesn’t notice. Probably because he has his head buried under his bed looking for more boxes and childhood treasures. Telling him to look for acknowledgement of his feelings for Amy while he’s down there is almost too tempting, but Karen manages to bite her lip. Hopefully he’ll see it himself one day… Or just keep talking the way he already does about her, even when complaining; it’s always with some kind of admiration. Karen sees the little twinkles in his eyes whenever the raven haired detective is brought up in a conversation.

To Amy’s sheer luck, Karen of course has loads of childhood pictures stored in a box in the garage and she gets to sit by knowingly as Jake searches multiple internet websites for the most horrible, blue, 80s dress possible. “Oh, mom… She’s going to hate this so much. Amazing.”

She doesn’t say anything but smiles knowingly as her son sits on her couch, laptop in his lap,  a boyish smile telling her that he is up to no good as he plans the (best) worst date for his “just a good friend”.

Pining

Everything seems harder at the moment. At least harder than what he’d like, Jake thinks to himself as he lies in bed, feeling tipsy from the few beers he had a Shaw’s. He knows he should just sleep but for some reason he can’t. Instead he tortures himself by staring at the ceiling which is definitely spinning - just a tiny bit though, he tries to convince himself.

He’s just come back from being undercover, and although it was kind of fun and definitely exciting in more ways than one, deep down inside he can’t deny that a tiny part of him had hoped Amy by now would give them a chance. It’s not that he’d expected her to break up with Teddy for him - it was her life to control after all. Not his. Although there was no shame in dreaming; dreaming that she’d welcome him back to the 9-9 with a slow motion run and kiss that would blow them both away, telling him that Teddy and his pilsners were out of the picture and that they belonged together;  all this time they’d been destined to belong to no one else but each other.

Alas this wasn’t the case and he returned from the mafia to a:

“I’m still with Teddy.”

The short sentence plays over and over in his head like a broken record he can’t turn off. The worst soundtrack of his life - without a doubt. Suddenly his phones rings, interrupting his spiralling thoughts.

“Hi, Mom,” he mumbles not hiding the fact that he’s exhausted, physically as well as mentally, and tipsy.

“Hi, honey. How did your first day back go?”

“It was... fine. Good to see everyone.”

Good to see Amy, Karen thinks before she does a double take when she picks up on her son’s voice clearly representing a moody side of him she, or anyone, rarely gets to see.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, it’s nothing, It’s-” he starts out not wanting to get into it, because feelings are messy and he always ends up being the hurt one anyways…  But on the other hand, he thinks, his mom will figure out either way - if she hasn’t already. Perhaps his lack of soberness also takes part in his sudden honesty.

“Amy,” he sighs.

“Is everything all right with her?”

“Yeah, she’s fine. I just-” he pauses. “She’s with this guy and-”

“You wish she wasn’t?” Karen beats him to it and finishes the sentence for him.

“Yeah or- I don’t know. I want her to be happy but...” he sounds utterly defeated to a point that hints at teary, she can tell even though she can’t see him. In that moment Karen wants nothing more than hug her little boy. “I really like her, mom.”

His voice never breaks entirely but it’s a fine line he’s walking throughout the entire conversation. Everything pours out of him; he’s a book of sentimental secrets opening up about his Achilles’ heel for the first time and all his mother can do is listen as he describes his favorite parts of Amy (which is pretty much everything): everything from the way her dark ponytail swings back and forth with purpose when she walks to a crime scene to how, when they’re out drinking with the squad, she always get him a beer whenever she gets up to get herself one.

It’s almost as if the spinning of the golden thread, still unknown to the world, between him and Amy is slowly choking him.

“I want her to be happy, mom… I just-” he almost dozes off before finishing the sentence but fights through it and it’s all at once incredibly endearing and heartbreaking to Karen who’s still listening from her end of the line.

“... I just wish she would be happy with me instead.”

New couple

It’s truly unbelievable. Jake can’t believe he’s about call his mom to tell her: tell her that he’s with Amy now.  

It’s been a month now; a month of him being with Amy and being so very happy he still can’t believe he’s been spending all this time not feeling like this. However, not wanting to rush things or put any pressure on either of them, simply enjoying being together, no one else but the squad knows about them.

Them. Him and Amy. A thing.

Just thinking about him and Amy that way, it almost makes him dizzy of pure disbelief. There had been so much buildup, such a long history of back and forth, bad timing, but all that aside now here they were. Amy Santiago was his girlfriend. Maybe that is the thought that causes his heart to take on a way too quick beating pattern and the hand holding his phone to become clammy. Now is the time though and he doesn’t hesitate to hit his mom’s contact. It rings. Jake can clearly hear his heart thump loudly against his ribcage. Should he be this nervous?

One time.

Two times.

Thre-

“Hi, honey,” his mom’s warm chipper voice interrupts the monotone ringing instantly making his lips spread into a small smile and heart take a break from the irrational thumping.

“Hey, mom,” he starts pacing around his apartment in attempt of diverting all the energy and emotions rushing through him, unconsciously bringing him everywhere from his bed to his kitchen.

“So it’s actually been a little while now… And I haven’t said anything since I didn’t want to rush anything but,” he cuts the sentence in two with a deep breath. “So, like… Amy and I are dating... together... her and I,” he starts rambling and wow he really should’ve written this down first. Karen doesn’t let it go on for too long though too excited to not say anything.

“Honey, I’m so so happy for you two! And it was about time that you finally told me!”

Jake’s pacing stops on the spot.

“What do you mean “finally”?”

“Oh, Jake... Sometimes I think you forget that mothers know everything. Plus you’re not very good at hiding… bruises,” she clears her throat, emphasizing what she’s really saying while imagining her son blush on his end of the line. “Also you’ve been visiting less and less, which means someone else has to take up your time.Someone who is even cooler than your very own mom, someone who makes you this gitty and nervous to talk about… It had to be her you were calling about.”

The smile in her voice is clear as day, but Jake is still baffled trying to come up with an explanation or the very least a decent answer. There is none, he quickly abandons the plan and instead lets out a happy huff.

“She’s really cool, mom. So cool. The last month has been like… the best. I don’t know how else to describe it. She’s the best.”

Compared to the defeated and heartbroken man she spoke to all those months ago, after his return from being undercover, this is a whole new version of her son that she’s longed to see. Karen can’t physically see him but can still clearly tell he’s flipped the page and is taking on a better chapter of his life.

Early relationship

It’s another night at his mom’s. Although the motivation behind the visit is a tiny bit different than usual this time. Sure, they’re gonna talk and have a nice dinner prepared by Karen as per usual, although tonight the mother has to nurse a whiny Jake who’s missing his dear but very out of town for the week-girlfriend. And the experience feels… mixed.

“Dinner is ready!”

No response.

She looks up from where she’s just carefully put down a sizzling pan to see her son back against the one arm of her armchair with his legs svung over the other. Physically he might be close but mentally he’s so far away, clearly more focused on whatever is going on on his phone’s screen.

“Jake,” she tries again but rather than giving his mother a reply Jake start typing as if nothing or noone was within miles of him. Karen can’t help but feel like she’s raising a teenager all over again, a teenager with the attention span of a goldfish, although this time her son is actually in his late 30s, lives by himself and has a girlfriend. So little yet so much has changed about him.

“Jacob,” she tries with her more more stern voice. She knows what he’s doing, texting Amy, and even though it’s cute he needs to snap out of it. At least for long enough to eat. He finally reacts and looks in her direction. Realization hits him which immediately prompts him to push himself out of the seat.

“If you stop eating you won’t even be alive to see her when she comes back.”

He deserves to be teased, he figures.

“I’m sorry. It was a text from Amy and I just wanted to reply right away. I just really miss her, I guess... and this is the closest we’ll get to talking today since she’s busy with her family, so...”

He leaves his phone behind on the coffee table, implicitly letting his mother know she’s got his (somewhat) full attention from now on.

“It’s so weird. We’ve only been together for like...” he counts in his head. “... 5 months now, but I already can’t stand being away from her for too long. Am I insane?” he drops down into his usual seat by the dinner table, almost in defeat but Karen is quick to rescue him in his moment of overdramatic despair.

“No you’re not, I assure you.”

Karen grabs his hand to stroke it comfortingly. She knows her son didn’t mean to be rude, didn’t mean to ignore her and she loves how much he’s opened up about his emotions since getting together with Amy.

“It’s a good sign that you care so much, but just remember that distance makes the heart grow fonder and it’ll feel even better when she comes back… and until then you can let your old mom entertain you.”

They share a chuckle because they both know what that means.

“Did you get ice cream?” he asks.

“Strawberry, chocolate chip and cookie dough… and to top it off: Die Hard is ready to play the second we’re done eating and doing the dishes.”

It’s a little tradition of theirs: their shared comfort snack plus movie-combo.

“You know me so well,” Jake smiles almost forgetting about missing Amy.

If not for the rest of the week then at least for a couple of hours.

Going steady

This week is a a lot different from the usual. While it’s not every single week they actually manage to see each other or even get the time to talk, Karen knows for sure that she won’t hear from her son for at least a couple of days. Jake is away on a cruise with Amy, and so besides the few pictures he’s texted her of them eating shrimp in bed (she wonders how he talked Amy into that) and a huge seagull stealing some of Amy’s fries, Karen doesn’t expect a whole lot of her son’s attention that week.  

Which is why she is extremely surprised when her phone rings, her son’s picture and name displayed on her phone, in the middle of the night. Yes, the element of surprise is of course due to the fact that she knows he’s busy being away with Amy, but also much due the time at which he calls.

01:21

A mother’s undeniable fear and worry for her child never goes away, no matter how old said child is, and it now creeps in making her fear that the worst has happened. What could possibly lead him to call this late? She frantically grabs her phone from her night stand.

“Jake, it’s in the middle of the night. Is everything okay?” She doesn’t mean to come off as accusing but she’s definitely trying to get to the bottom of the mystery right away.

“I love her.”

It falls from his lips, very out of nowhere, and it’s hard to tell within what context it is to be interpreted. Interlacing with his voice is the sound of crashing waves and a strong breeze making Karen wonder where her son finds himself.

“Honey, what do you mean? Where are you?”

Maybe she should’ve understood right away, it was obvious, but not only was she sleeping just seconds ago but the background noise on his end of the line only makes the whole scene way more confusing than it already is.  

He breathes, out of breath almost as if he’s been running. “I’m outside. On the deck. And I love her, mom.”

“The deck?”

“No,” he pauses catching his breath. “Amy. I told her… Or she told me first and then I told her back. Nothing has ever felt more right.”

That makes way more sense, Karen thinks although still quite unsure of exactly why he’s calling her. All that aside her heart is flooded with happiness, when she realises her son is not out of breath from running or crying, but rather all the emotions he must be feeling.

“Aw, Jake. I’m so happy for you. I know how much she means to you.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Yeah… You’ve changed so much throughout your relationship with Amy and it’s only for the better. You were already wonderful, you’re my son after all, but she brings out so much more good in you. This was only a matter of time. I think you’ve loved her for longer than you think.”

Another silence allows the crashing waves and whistling night wind to make an appearance. Following words almost fall off his lips in a tremble but Karen can tell it’s because he’s moved and is trying to collect himself, his emotions and thoughts. This is a big step for him - she knows.

“I have. And I don’t think I wanna stop again.”

Their talk lasts a few more minutes; just long enough for Jake to explain that he couldn’t sleep, too excited about the fact that he loved Amy Santiago and, even better, she loved him! Instead of staying in bed, restless and thus risking waking up Amy, he’d carefully disentangled himself from his girlfriend’s grip and decided to go for a night stroll. Next thing he knew he was calling his mom’s number.

“I should probably go, mom. I don’t want Amy to wake up alone.”

They say their goodbyes and when Karen finally gets to meet his daughter-in-law a few weeks later, at Jake’s chaotic birthday dinner, she is even more sure: their golden thread is so very strong.

Moving in together

The first time Karen visits Jake and Amy’s apartment (the words still make his stomach twist and turn with excitement every time he says it or even thinks it), Amy is out getting groceries for the dinner they’ll all be preparing together.

Jake proudly gives his mom a full apartment tour explaining where he’s added his Peralta-touch to the household while still praising his girlfriend’s taste in interior design. She has to laugh at the huge Die Hard poster discreetly hung on the inside of their closet door. Framed pictures of the couple together hung and standing around the apartment only makes Karen’s heart melt even more.

“How are you guys liking living together so far?”

They’re in the kitchen, Jake is preparing them both a cup of coffee.

“I mean, we already took constant turns crashing at the other’s place so it doesn’t feel that brand new, but still…” he pauses to smile and pours his mother a hot cup of freshly brewed coffee before continuing. “This is so much better. We share a home now. She is officially my home now, yanno?”

“I’m proud of you, Jakey,” Karen playfully ruffles her son’s curly hair, something she rarely gets to do but still immensely enjoys every time. It reminds her of when he was still a little kid and hits her with just how far he’s become. She’s not just proud: she’s so proud.

“Plus, now I get to annoy her 24/7, which is great,” he laughs and Karen playfully pinches his ear.

“Be nice to her, Jacob,” she’s chuckling too.

“I am! Our relationship is practically built on a foundation of pestering and messing with each other. Trust me; she loves it.”

Prison

“Amy… I miss her so much.”

As if the fact that her son has been wrongly accused and is facing 15 years in prison isn’t agonizing enough, Karen also has to suffer the pain it causes her to hear her son cry out to her over the very rare phone calls they get these days.

“When I say I’m afraid of never getting out of here-” he heaves between fallen, sobbed words; sobbed words which Karen knows he tries to subdue in order to not show the other inmates weakness. But it’s hard; impossible. “It’s mostly because I’m afraid of not seeing her again. Every time she visits-,” a sniffle “I’m always afraid that it’s the last time I see her. And all I wanna do is kiss her and hold her, but i just- I can’t. I miss her so so much, mom.”

Karen’s heart breaks alongside her son’s, even hours and miles between them, tears rolling down her red cheeks. She knows she has to be strong for him, and that it’s harder for him than for herself. Denying the ache and fear in every cell of her body is impossible though… But she has to keep her head up for him.

“It’ll be okay, honey,” Karen forces herself to stop crying when she speaks and will instead let the tears fall freely whenever he can’t hear it. “The squad is doing everything they can to get you out.”

“I know... “ he takes a deep breath and Karen can tell he’s trying to collect himself for good this time. “H-how is she?”

For a split second Karen considers lying, not telling him that she’s spent multiple nights consoling a crying Amy and even sleeping over at their place when the young woman was too tired to take care of herself. She considers telling him she’s fine, but she knows it’s pointless: Jake and Amy are two open books who tell each other everything. Just like Amy knows Jake has never been more afraid and seeks hope in every second he gets to be with or even just talk to her, Jake knows Amy is struggling though she’s a trooper and tries to fight through it as seamlessly as possible.

“I visited her on Wednesday and…” Karen bites her lip but eventually a sigh escapes her. “You know how she feels... It’s hard for both of you. But she’s strong, honey and she manages. And on the days where she can’t, I’m there with her. I promise.”

Silence.

He’s holding back tears again.

“I love you both, mom. So so much. You two are what is going to get me through this.”

“I love you too, Jacob.”

Their golden thread might be strained, but now is time for it to show its strength.

Engaged

He can’t put it into words, at least not properly, because how does one describe how it feels to be the happiest man alive? How does one describe such a wide, complex, incredible range of emotions? It’s impossible.

Instead he settles for a text.

It’s truly comical but also very much them: a picture of Amy in the evidence locker, still partially crying although of course also smiling as she shows off the shiny ring on her finger. It’s followed by the message:

‘MOM, I’M MARRYING HER!!!’

Later that night, tipsy after celebrating at Shaw’s, Jake and Amy facetime Karen. It’s safe to say that she gets a good laugh at 3-drink Amy showing off her new, favorite bling while Jake is all over her, placing small kisses to various parts of her face.

“Okay, you two... I’m going to hang up before this goes beyond a PG-rating. Once again congratulations. I love you both and can’t wait to see you soon.”

Married

Bomb threats, ruined cakes and a lost veil are just a few of the things that go horribly wrong on Jake and Amy’s wedding day.

Now, a few weeks later, all these tiny disasters seem to be long forgotten, almost as if they’d never happened.

“... But in the end we’re married and that’s all that matters,” Jake finishes telling his mother the tale of their chaotic but incredibly beautiful and unique wedding which was followed by a PG-rated version of their trip to Mexico.

The three of them are taking up the space of Karen’s living room as they chat and drink their usual coffee. Jake’s arm is slung around his new wife’s shoulders, fingers interlaced with a happiness and peace that warms the mother’s heart. Compared to the anxiety and sadness they all experienced during Jake’s time in Florida and then later on in prison, this moment in time is a major contrast. It’s a moment which Karen at times had feared she’d never be able to witness ever again. Yet here they were, the three of them together in the same room and Jake looked happier than ever. He was married to the love of his life, showing off a warm glow that he could thank both happiness and the Mexican sun for.

“I’m so happy for you two. It was always meant to be this way.”

Karen beams just as much as the married couple, feeding off the pure bliss they display in each other’s company. Amy perks up at the comment growing curious.

“Always?” she questions with a smile.

“The second he told me that the new girl was “pretty cool”, I knew something was meant to happen.”

Jake feels blood rushing to his cheeks even though said new girl is now his wife.

“Aw, babe,” Amy turns to him flashing a teasing grin. Every opportunity to tease must be put to good use. “I can’t believe you’ve been into me for so long. How embarrassing for you.”

“Hey!” He whines and it’s clear to see that he’s trying to fight the blush and embarrassment alas it’s already way too late. ”Be nice to your husband, Mrs. Peralta.”

“Not my fault that you’re so into me, Mr. Peralta.”

There’s a short pause in the conversation where Jake realises there’s no way out unless he uses her own teasing ways against her.

“I’m a lucky man… I guess,” he counters playfully and it earns him a just as playful slap to the shoulder.

“You guess?”

Amy is quick to pull away  although doesn’t allow their fingers to untangle while she sends him a mock-pout.

“Be nice, Jake.”

Karen loves her son but will also, at any given time, take Amy’s side before his. Jake came to learn this the second he introduced the two women and they started gossiping about him. He would care to mind if it wasn’t for the fact that there was nothing better than his two favorite women getting along so well.

“I’m joking, babe,” he loses no time and before Amy can add anything he’s pulled her back into the nook of his arm, adding a kiss the top of her head - just for good measure (and because he’s crazy about her). “I’m the luckiest man alive.”

Their golden thread has tied an everlasting knot.

Trying

Jake and Amy trying for a baby had been such a joyous announcement, and Karen will never forget the proud look on her son’s face the day he told her. Although tonight, said proud and happy expression is long gone, forgotten and dissolved by the many months of planning, trying and holding on to their hope.

Jake is once again, as so many times before, on his mother’s sand-colored couch with warm coffee in hand but this time with a look of despair painted across his pale face. While she’s been getting cookies in the kitchen he’s fallen into deep thought and doesn’t say anything for a while. Even after she comes back and sits down across from him. The silence might be needed, Karen thinks and, of course, respects it. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t shake her to the core when the next thing he says seems to question every ounce of happiness he’s ever lived.

“What if all along I’ve been the wrong choice? A bad choice.”

His eyes doesn’t budge from the same spot, an old coffee stain on the couch, he’s been staring emptily at for the past minutes. Even as he speaks.

“What if she was supposed to be with someone else. Someone who can give her the family she wants… the family she deserves.”

It doesn’t even sound like a question at this point but rather a horrible fact he states in a moment of frustration and agony, and it ignites a fury within the mother because she knows it’s his anxiety and fear of abandonment speaking. She knows that their love is way bigger than that.

Things are far from easy right now. On the other hand Karen hasn’t witnessed them fight and overcome every obstacle imaginable, everything from a stupid mattress to being sent away to both Florida and prison, only to come to this. This isn’t the tip of the thread. A golden thread isn’t spun without reason. It’s spun for the fated.

“Has Amy ever made a bad choice?” she asks.

For the first time in a long time Jake actually looks at his mom. He pauses but she knows he doesn’t have to think. Karen knows that in his eyes Amy can do no wrong.

“No… I just-”

“Okay, so do you honestly think that her wanting and fighting for a baby with you is a bad choice? Even if it doesn’t come easy.”

There’s another silence, longer this time, which hopefully means that something resonates inside his head even though Karen knows it’s a dark and confusing place right now.

“No, I guess…”

“No, don’t say “you guess”. You know, Jake Peralta. You love Amy and she loves you. I know it seems like life keeps on throwing you curveballs and I wish it wasn’t so, but trust me when I say that it’s not because it’s a wrong or bad choice. You being with Amy is the best, most right doing I’ve ever witnessed, and I’m so proud of it. Stop doubting yourself. Your love is too good for that. You’re too good for that, honey.”

Her voice had started out a bit rough, just to make sure to get her point across, but by her the last sentence it has grown soft like butter and Jake can’t help but fall into his mother’s arms. He knows she’s right and it’s in moments like these that, moments where he wants to give up, he’s glad to have her to fight off his demons.

“I just want to give her everything she deserves, mom,” he mumbles into her shoulder, still holding on for dear life; so closely that Karen swears she can feel his heart breaking against her chest. “And I know I’ve been hesitant about it in the past, but now I just-”

Karen feels him let go of her and straighten his back. His eyes are shiny and there’s so much hope but also hurt in them.

“... I really want to be a dad. I really do. And then I wanna do it right.”

Karen knows what he’s hinting at and the sentiment is so valid even though she’s back together with Roger and their father-son relationship has grown stronger.  

“You will be, honey. One way or another,” she whispers and reaches out to stroke his cheek. “And you will be the best. I promise you.”

Pregnant

Mother knows best, Jake can’t help but think on the magical evening Amy tells him the best thing he’s ever heard: she’s pregnant. The world seems to flourish around him like never before.

Of course the first person he wants to tell is his mom, but him and Amy quickly agree on keeping the amazing news to themselves, or at least until their baby has hit the safety that the 12-week mark comes along with.

Until then Jake and Amy plan on how to break the news to Karen (and Roger, of course) and Jake almost can’t believe it when the day finally arrives. Their 12-week check was just yesterday, and to everyone’s relief and joy their baby is growing as they should and thriving in their mother’s womb. They both shed a tear and ask for an extra set of ultrasound pictures to give to the future grandparents - both on his and Amy’s side.  

During dinner with Karen and Roger the following day, Jake is on the verge of bursting, yelling out the news the very second his parents arrive. Although a humbling squeeze of the hand from his wife keeps him in check until dessert. Here the hand squeeze feels different and Jake knows now is the time.

“By the way,” Jake gets up and heads to the kitchen to get another tub of ice cream. “We have a little extra surprise for dessert…”

Roger and Karen frown in unison as both of them are yet to finish what’s already in their respective bowls. Jake ignores it and comes back with a tub of…

“Lime ice cream?” Roger asks, clearly confused by the very specific flavour.

“I didn’t even know that was a thing,” Karen chuckles, always being the one to lighten the mood.

“Well,” Jake smiles with content as he sits back down. “I promise you: you don’t wanna skip this part. It’s the best.”

And so of course Karen is quickly hands on, pulls off the lid and is ready to dig in with her spoon but halts the second she gets to take a good look at the bucket’s content: a small piece of paper. Neither her or Roger understand a thing, and being too preoccupied by their confusion they fail to notice the wide grins on the other couple’s faces.

Karen takes the leap and digs out the picture quickly noticing something scribbled onto it with neat handwriting - Amy’s, of course.

Hi, grandma and grandpa. I’m now 12 weeks old and the size of a lime! I can’t wait to meet you <3

Karen feels her heart skip a bit, maybe even stop entirely for multiple seconds and looks to Jake and Amy for some kind of approval or… she’s not even sure of what. All she’s sure of is that she’s on the brim of exploding. Her son nods biting down on his bottom lip in excitement, and when she flips the piece of paper she’s met by the most wonderful picture she’s ever seen: their future grandchild, tiny as can be, in black and white, and completely perfect.

Karen tears her eyes away from her grandchild to look at her son to be met by his almost trembling voice and shiny eyes.  

“Good thing my mom was right when she told me that I would be a dad some day.”

Jake’s eyes are so sincere with tears threatening to spill as he holds his mother’s gaze talking directly to her, and it’s safe to say there’s waterfall’s worth of happy tears that evening.

Welcoming mac

The day Mac is born Jake feels as if his heart is suddenly beating and living outside of his chest in the shape of his son. There’s so much love even before their son officially arrives, but nothing can possibly top the feeling of holding him in his arms feeling the infant’s hand wraps around Jake’s thumb. Love is shooting through the roof and up to the moon. Never before has Jake felt so much love for someone’s he’s just met before and it’s scary in the best way.

He’s sitting in an armchair by Amy’s hospital bed, his wife fast asleep after the most exhausting hours of her life, when the door to their room pops open. He doesn’t even bother looking up at first as he’s too busy gazing lovingly at the bundle of love in his arms.

“Oh my goodness.”

Jake head perks up immediately recognizing the sound of his mother’s voice. By now she’s closing the door behind her, quietly.

“Hi, mom. Come say hi.”

Karen can hear his smittenness in his voice and sits down on a smaller chair next to him to better see her brand new grandson. It’s immediately clear as day that the newest Peralta is the perfect mix of both parents. Chubby cheeks, dark hair, full lips and a nose she’s gonna want to kiss over and over again.

“Meet McClane. Mac for short,” Jake informs her stroking his son’s chubby cheek.

“It’s perfect,” Karen clucks and follows suit stroking Mac’s other cheek. “He’s beautiful, honey. You must be so proud. I know I am.”

For various obvious reasons Jake has always struggled with acknowledging pride - even when he’s clearly felt it, he’s found it difficult to say it out loud or fully believe it. Today is different though and he wants to scream it from the rooftops: he’s so freaking proud of his beautiful baby son and his incredible wife.

He smiles fondly as he nods in agreement.

“I really am, mom. Proud of myself but especially of Amy. I’ll explain it further later but I Amy went into labor at the precinct, I was out helping with the blackout and almost missed the birth. I just barely got there before Mac was born and Amy managed everything like a pro. I can’t believe I’ve made a human with her. She’s the best… I’m so lucky.”

Jake looks at Karen sensing that she’s going to speak.

“I can’t imagine any other person for you than her, and together you’ve formed a beautiful little family, honey. One to be very proud of, so don’t forget to give in to that feeling, okay?”

Karen hand travels from sleeping Mac’s cheek to her son’s curly hair, on a mission to stroke it like she always would when he was a child and it prompts Jake to lean his head onto her shoulder. From his new vantage point he looks back at Mac, then Amy.

They’re his whole world, his two ends meeting and Karen can only sit by to admire the scene before her. Never has Karen felt more sure of the fact that there was always one single thread of gold tying Jake to Amy.

(And Mac).

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Come What May

Ransom Drysdale x Daughter!Reader

Ransom Drysdale Masterlist

Warnings; Swearing, mentions of suicide, depression, self-doubt, yelling, crying, ransom being angry and sad and scared (oops) ANGST ANGST

word count; 2.4k

A/N; Hope the anon who requested enjoys!

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The house you lived in felt more like a prison. A prison that had a 72 inch TV in the living room, plush couches, and anything you could ever want or need. Most people would have killed to have your life, you had it all. Well, everything except a dad who cared about you. That wasn't a fair way to explain your dad, I'll rephrase.  Your dad, Ransom, did care. He just wasn't very good at showing it, he wasn't very sure how to be a dad to a daughter that seemed too distant and moody to care about anything or anyone, so he thought it was what you wanted. Neither of you was particularly innocent, but neither of you was completely guilty. When you were younger, you were the apple of your dad's eye, but it was as if you became a teenager and he didn't care anymore. It felt as though he didn't care about you, and that the fancy private school and designer clothes you wore were all an act to make your family think you were a happy family. If you were a happy family, you wouldn't find yourself running to the bathroom to cry about 'how you aren't good enough and you never will be, that your family would be better off without you because you are nothing but a disappointment' and then you would come out and act as if you were perfectly fine and weren't completely torn and beaten down.

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"I'm heading out, I'll be back later tonight," You looked up from your desk and turned your eyes up to your dad, who was leaning against your doorframe. Putting your AirPods on your desk, you sighed and nodded.

"Okay," You said softly, giving him a small, but hopefully believable smile. "I'll see you tomorrow," Ransom had a weird feeling that something was wrong, but he ignored it, you were always fine when he left you. Ransom walked away and locked the front door, locking you in the prison that you called home. You knew he was going to forget, but it didn't hurt any less when it was confirmed that you would be spending your 16th birthday alone. Everyone else had texted you, your grandma and grandpa, your friends, hell, even Jacob texted you. But your own dad had forgotten your birthday. Putting your pen down on your desk, you stood up from your chair and turned the piece of paper over. You took your phone off charge and put it in the pocket of your hoodie, and walked down the stairs into the living room. You sat on the couch and pulled your favourite throw blanket over you, usually, you would have put on a movie, but you had found yourself losing interest in everything you used to love, nothing could appear to make you happy anymore. As you lay there on the couch, you couldn't help the negative thoughts that were running around your mind and making you even more miserable than you already felt.

You're nothing other than a burden.

No one would miss you.

Do you even deserve to be loved?

You were snapped out of your thoughts by your dad calling your phone. You answered it quickly, having a small glimmer of hope that he would be calling to say that he was coming back and that he was sorry he forgot your birthday.

"Hello?" You answered, your voice sounding hopeful.

"Hey, sweetheart. Something came up, I won't be home until the morning," He said. Your heart broke, but you smiled, even though he couldn't see you, it was as if it was your immediate response for when you had to pretend you were okay.

"Oh-uh, okay. Have a good night," You tried not to let your voice break as tears flooded your eyes. He didn't reply to you, but the phone hung up. You still held your phone to your ear like you were still on the phone to him. "I love you," You said sadly. You looked at the time on your phone, 22:09. It was early, but you decided that you would go upstairs and continue with what you were doing earlier. You put your speaker on and put on (Y/F/A), letting it play as loudly as it could go. You continued writing your note, tears dropping from your eyes and onto the piece of paper below you, leaving small stains on the paper. You read over it one last time before folding it over and writing the word 'dad' in bold capitals on the front. Sighing and sniffling, you stood up from your desk and walked to your dad's room that was down the hall from yours, and you put the note with his name face up on his desk. You didn't know why you did it, because you would never hurt yourself, you had the lowest pain tolerance ever, and you couldn't leave your dad, as much as you were convinced he hated you. When you got back to your room, you threw yourself down on your bed. You sobbed and sobbed, eventually crying yourself to sleep after your speaker had run out of charge.

-

Ransom had a weird gut feeling that something was wrong before he left. He had had the feeling for a while, once you turned around 14 he could tell you were acting strange and distant, so he took it as a notion you wanted space, so it was space he would give you. And anyway, any kid going through the p-word doesn't want their mom or dad peering over their shoulder every 5 minutes. Ransom also had a feeling he had forgotten something important, something that meant something to someone. But as usual, he drank away those feelings with the people he would call his associates since he flat out refused to call anyone his friend. The next morning when he came home, he noticed that your blanket was on the couch, unfolded, the complete opposite of how you liked it. That set another alarm bell off for him. He folded it up and carried it upstairs and into your room, where you were still sleeping. He sighed as he saw you hadn't slept under the comforter, a habit you had if you had been up all night and fell asleep straight after coming up from downstairs. He left your room and went into his own, wanting nothing more than to have a shower and go to sleep in his own bed. The note on his desk caught his eye, it was your handwriting.

Dad.

Believe me when I say I'm sorry.  Fuck, I'm more than sorry. I don't know why, but I don't wanna do this anymore. Everything hurts, and I don't know why or what's going on anymore. I love you, even though you don't love me, but it's okay, you don't have to love something you never wanted. I just don't see the point in doing this anymore if no one cares, especially you. You're all better off without me anyway, I don't do much and I can't do much right anyway. You shouldn't have to pay for everything for me just because you can, I don't deserve it, I don't deserve anything. I know this is going to hurt, nevermind that, I know it won't, but you'll get over it and soon you'll be able to live a normal life again, without a financial and physical burden. I'm sorry.

Y/N.

Ransom had never felt this kind of fear before. It was fear that took a grip on you and never lets you go for minutes, the kind that leaves you paralyzed and cold. He didn't feel his hands shaking, he also didn't feel the cold sweat that took over him. The letter fell from his hands as he ran to your room, opening the door and wishing that you hadn't done anything to yourself.

"Y/N?! Y/N wake the fuck up!" He yelled, not angrily, more of a panic than anything. "What the fuck, Y/N I swear to God this isn't funny, wake up!" He yelled again. He sighed in relief when you groaned and turned around, breath hitching when you saw your dad standing at the end of your bed, unshed tears in his eyes. He looked utterly fucking terrified, you had never seen him like this before.

"Dad, what's wrong?" You asked him, completely forgetting you had left him the note a few hours ago.

"Let me see your arms," He said lowly. Then it hit you like a freight train, he found it. You looked at him in fear.

"I don't-"

"Y/N, show me your fucking arms!" He yelled. You nodded and rolled the sleeves of your hoodie up and showed him both of your arms. He sighed in relief seeing that there were no marks or scars on your arms. "What the fuck was that?!" He said loudly.

"It wasn't real," You said quietly. There had only been one moment when your dad was as scared as he was now, that time being when Jacob had pushed you from the swing and you fell and cut your head open. "I promise it wasn't real," You said louder. The scoff he let out told you that he didn't believe you. You knew that when he left your room he was going to get the note. Ransom read it out loud.

"Well, Y/N, this sounds pretty fucking real," He said. "Why? Why would you write this?" Ransom feared the answer you were going to give to his next question, what would happen if you said yes? "Where-where you going to try and kill yourself?" He asked you, his voice breaking.

"No! I wasn't-I wasn't going to kill myself," You told him.

"And how am I supposed to believe you? Leave you alone again and then I come back and you're dead?" You let out a sob. "Y/N, you said I don't love you, how could you say that?"

"Because it's true, alright?! You-you forgot my birthday, dad. I told you, grandma told you, grandpa told you, everyone fucking told you and you still forgot!" You yelled for the first time. Ransom froze, so that was what he forgot. "I-I just wanna know why you're not around anymore. Do you not love me anymore?" You asked him with so much fear in your voice it genuinely scared Ransom.

"You think I don't love you?" Ransom asked; it didn't even sound like your dad speaking. "Y/N, I love you, so much. My parents were assholes, you know that. I don't have anything to go off of and without your mom, I'm scared you'll turn out exactly like me if I'm the one here to parent you, I don't want you to be me," He said. Ransom had moved from the end of your bed to sit on your bed beside you. "I know that's not even close to a good excuse, but for the first time in forever, I don't have an excuse. I should've noticed sooner. Maybe I should have listened to everyone when they were saying I was being a shitty dad to you,"

"You're not a shitty dad, okay? I should have tried to tell you, it's my fault too," You assured him. Ransom took your hand and looked in your eyes, he was shocked by how tired and empty they looked.

"None of this is your fault," He told you. "We can fix this, okay? We'll talk things out, you can go to therapy. But I have to ask you, did you even plan on hurting yourself last night or at any point?" You shook your head. Ransom pulled you onto his lap like he would do when you were younger, you could feel his heart going a mile a minute.

"No. I couldn't do it to you, I didn't wanna leave you. I never even wanted you to read it, it was like something forced me to put it there. I would never want you to have to read it for real if I ever did do something, but I couldn't," You told him. He nodded and put his chin on top of your head.

"I love you," He said quietly. You smiled at the little phrase.

"I love you too,"

--

After some breakdowns and a lot of therapy, you were happier, and it showed. Your full Drysdale attitude had become prominent, gone was the little girl who would cry when she skinned her knee, in her place stood the new and (not so) improved Y/N Drysdale. If anyone wanted proof you were a Drysdale, Ransom would have filmed the fit you had when he told you that you had to come to yet another family function with him.

"No," You said adamantly. You were laying against your dad on the couch, some movie playing on the TV that you weren't paying attention to.

"Yes, you're going. It'll be fine, I promise," He assured you.

"Can we go if I wanna leave?" You asked him. Ransom nodded and looked down at you. You had been diagnosed with Atypical Depression and Anxiety, both of which you dealt with on your own, but Ransom made it his mission to make sure you understood that he was always there if you needed him, which you consistently told him you understood fine well.

"You say the word if it plays up, alright. And I permit you to cause any harm to the little Nazi dick, if he annoys you, it might add some fun to the night," He said as he took a sip of his drink. "You should take your boyfriend," You scoffed and shook your head. "He's not my boyfriend," You defended yourself.

"Hm, sure. So when he full-blown-"

"Dad!" You complained. Ransom sniggered and put his arm around you.

"If I find out he's your boyfriend Y/N, I'll be severely offended that you didn't tell me," He said. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked up at him.

"Why? I have like a million reasons not to tell you," You reminded him.

"Because I'll miss out on the infamous dad talk to scare him. And to tell him if he knocks you up I'll kill him because I could barely handle you as a baby I don't think I could take your off-spring, kiddo,"

"Okay, that's you implying that he's my boyfriend and that you think I would sleep with him in the first place," You laughed.

"Fine, I'll drop it. Only so I forget about the fact that you're gonna get a boyfriend at some point, 'cause look at you, you got most of my genes, you're fucking beautiful. Well done me,"

You laughed. You were glad that your house didn't feel like a prison anymore, and your head didn't feel like one either. You were happy to be happy again.

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Loona reaction to dating a clumsy s/o.

Could you do a Loona reaction to dating a clumsy s/o? - 🌙 anon

Here it is. My first reaction piece and my first IdolXReader piece, I hope it’s good enough.

Vivi

As Kahei and the others finished practising their choreo, they suddenly heard clapping from the door. As soon as Kahei noticed you, somehow here in Korea when you were supposed to be back in Hong Kong, she immediately ran and gave you a hug, as the other girls wonder who this random stranger is. As Kahei was introducing you to the others, still holding you in a side hug, you accidentally tripped, bringing Kahei down with you.

While the others were alarmed, Kahei can only hug you deeper, giggling. “You’re as clumsy as always y/n. I thought over this last years without me being there for you constantly you’d stop being this clumsy.” You could only shake your head, murmuring that “It only made things worse because there was no one there with me.” Kahei only laughs, pulling the two of you up, still keeping hold of you so you don’t trip again. As you bury your head into her shoulder, both out of embarrassment and longing, she could only hug you and whisper in your ears

“You know I’ll always be there for you right? You can be clumsy with me, I don’t mind.”

Yves

Sooyoung watches as you performed the choreography flawlessly. She always finds joy watching you cover their songs, seeing you smile and dance to what they created as a group, doing it almost better than the Loona members themselves. After it was finished, however, as you approached her, you immediately trip and fall into her arms.

Yves could only stifle a laugh as she wonders how you could be so amazing in dancing, so immaculate, yet as soon as you stop dancing you became one of the clumsiest people she knew. You could only pout in her arms as she laughs at you, “I’m sorry y/n, it’s just as soon as you stop dancing you become an entirely different person.”

You just pouted and pushed her away because you knew she was right, yet you didn’t want to admit it. As you walked away huffing, you trip again, falling back into her arms.

“It’s going to be fine y/n. I’ll always be here to catch you when you fall.”

Jinsoul

Jinsoul can’t help but fuss over you every time you go on a date. You’re quite known for your clumsiness, so when Jinsoul noticed how many woulds you have and how clumsy you were when you started dating, she took it upon herself to take care of you, especially with how often you get injured. Really, it’s almost overbearing, but you enjoyed being taken care of by her and you know she’s just worried, so you don’t mind really.

You were just walking together in the park, a mask covering her face to avoid attention, holding hands. You’ve been extra clumsy today, having tripped when picking her up and dropping the flower when trying to hand it to her, so she’s been extra clingy and worried today, refusing to let you go for one bit.

That is, until she goes to grab two cones of ice cream for the two of you. As you started to head to the park bench while waiting for her, you were too absorbed in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice the rock in front of you that you tripped and fell flat on your face. As you groaned and tried to sit up, you wince at the pain coming from your left leg, a small gash, nothing too severe, but it hurts nonetheless. As Jinsoul arrives at the bench and sits next to you, she notices the new wound.

“You can’t live without me, always so clumsy ya! Just stay with me so I can take care of you.”

Haseul

Haseul hasn’t been in a good mood and the fact that she’s feeling that way just makes here feel worse. She was here at home, forcing you to take care of her while you were busy and leaving the 11 other girls without their leader during the So What comebacks. She’s moody and disappointed in herself, so when you accidentally drop one of her pans while cooking and making a mess on the floor, she snaps at you. “You’re always so clumsy! Why is it that you always make a mess?”

You knew she probably didn’t mean it, that she wasn’t feeling well and it muddled her emotions, but you can’t help but feel hurt and doubtful about yourself. She’s always tolerated your clumsiness, always joked about it and helped you clean up, so when she snaps at you in anger you can only nod at her and look away, tears already forming in your eyes. You quickly busied yourself cleaning the mess as Haseul just stared at you, realization hitting her at what she said.

As you moved to pick up the pot, you forgot it was still extremely hot, mainly because of how Haseul is acting, so you ended up dropping it with a scream of pain. At this, Haseul immediately rushes forward to take care of you, as you started apologizing for being a burden when you’re supposed to be taking care of Haseul. Haseul just pulls you in for a hug.

“It’s fine y/n, you’re never a burden, let’s just take care of each other.”

Kim Lip

Jungeun always was a clean freak, that much is known to everyone. So when the two of you started dating, it came off as a bit of a surprise to many. Not that you were untidy, but you’re always involved in small accidents because of how much you misplace or drop things, many of which results in something going messy.

So, when you were popping in for a visit, your girlfriend had just finished cleaning up the dorm. You gave her a kiss on the cheek, smiling teasingly at her blush, before heading in and nodding at the other members whom you’ve gotten to know through your girlfriend. As you headed in, you accidentally tripped and spilled a cup of coffee that was left haphazardly on the table. You immediately apologized, rushing to grab some cloth to clean it yourself, but Jungeun just pulled you back and smiled, shaking her head as she asked you to just sit down and take care of yourself. You can see she’s clearly a bit miffed, so you sighed and nodded, heading towards the kitchen where none of the others were. After a bit, Jungeun enters the room, a frown on her face. When you tried to apologize, she just shook her head and brought you in for a hug.

“It’s fine y/n. I’m just glad you’re not hurt, please be more careful ok.”

Chuu

You were cuddling together one night when Jiwoo felt you wince. You tried to hide it, but Jiwoo could clearly see you were in pain, which worried her a lot. “Y/N… Are you ok? Are you hurt?” 

You contemplated denying it, but you know you couldn’t lie to JIwoo so you just nodded, before showing her the bruise on your hip. “It still hurts, but it’ll be fine. I just bumped into a table after tripping, it’s nothing too serious.”

That doesn’t stop Jiwoo from worrying, immediately inspecting the bruise that’s bothering you. “Yaa. Just be more careful ok y/n, I don’t like seeing you get hurt.” she whined, pouting a bit. You appreciated her worrying over you, however you can’t help but laugh a bit. “You’re one to talk you know. How many times have I needed to catch you when you trip?” Jiwoo playfully hits your shoulder, leaning into you because she can’t deny what you said, so she just buries her head in your shoulder and smiles,

“I guess we’ll just have to keep each other steady and safe huh y/n?”

Heejin

You were never the most popular person. You honestly were grateful enough to have a good job and to be able to live a fine life, considering how accident-prone you are. So when you accidentally bumped into a girl who in turn spilt her hot coffee on you, you weren’t surprised. That is until the girl offered to help you and you ended up talking for a bit, with her number in hand, but somehow without a name. The second time the two of you met was when you were going to one of Loona’s fan events, and your face when you realized the girl you bumped into was Heejin is engraved in her mind, always something to laugh over.

Every time the two of you went on dates, you somehow managed to always ruin it with your clumsiness. You dropped one of your presents for her, or you tripped and fell on her, or you somehow misplaced tickets, the list went on and on. You can’t help it, but it hurts to see the disappointment in Heejin’s face, even if she tried to hide it.

One day, it became too much for Heejin, and she snapped. She was exhausted from practice and all her schedules, and you somehow managed to ruin the first date the two of you had in weeks. You could only nod as she raised her voice, holding in tears. As soon as Heejin is done shouting, however, she takes note of your shaking body and the tears in your eyes and she immediately feels guilty, pulling you into a hug.

“I’m sorry y/n, I’m just really tired. I love you, and your clumsiness is endearing to me.”

Hyunjin

You were walking down the street, heading towards the bakery when you first bumped into Hyunjin. She was wearing a mask, so you didn’t recognize her, but after apologizing and walking away, you wouldn’t suspect that this would not be the last time this happened to the two of you. The next two times she sees you she bumps into you again. After that, the two of you apologized again and started to get to know each other better.

So honestly, Hyunjin has always been used to you being clumsy, but this really takes the cake. You wanted to do something special for her birthday, so you were baking her a cake. You didn’t realize she had arrived home however and when she surprised you while you were holding the cake, you managed to drop the tray on the floor. Luckily, you prepared two cakes for each of you, but you were still really upset with yourself for dropping the food meant for her. Hyunjin can only hug you and try to console you, seeing how distressed you are at being so clumsy.

“It’s ok y/n. We can always just share the one, you’ve already done so much for me.”

Go won

Chaewon is usually the clumsy one, so when you started going out with her, her members were amused to see that she somehow found someone more clumsy than she was. You couldn’t help it, randomly tripping or dropping things and it has lead to many moments of laughter for all of you, especially because while you were clumsy, no one ever seems to get injured because of it. You were never allowed in the kitchen alone. Not because you can’t cook anything, your cooking rivals Vivi’s to an extent, it’s more that you randomly somehow can drop everything if no one is there to supervise and guide you. One time you somehow managed to open a bag of flour in such a way that more ended up on the ceiling than on the table, you could only cry in sadness as Chaewon tries to comfort you, as you were unable to finish her cake because of that.

One day, you dragged Chaewon with you to one of your favourite spots to go together, the pier. When Chaewon sees you kneeling on the ground in front of her, she nearly squealed in joy. As you pulled out the box, you somehow managed to drop the ring into the river below. She can only laugh at your put off expression and say yes as she pulls you into a hug, trying to cheer you up. She convinces you that the two of you could get another one, and that she wouldn’t let that one go, and that your experiences together was more important.

“Don’t mind the ring, we’re here together and that’s all that matters ok.”

Choerry

The first time you met in a cafe, you spilled your coffee in front of Yerim, which she laughed off. Then you tripped in front of her and afterwards you knocked over her purse. All this on your first meeting. She wanted to be mad, but with how cute you were and how much you were apologizing, she couldn’t, especially since you seem to not recognize her. Sadly, she didn’t manage to get your number, but she really wished to see you again.

So when you came to meet her (and the others) during a fan meet, she couldn’t help teasing you a bit. As you sat in front of her, you were beet red when she started teasing you, and when you stammered apologies and passed her your gift (she was your bias, which made the fact that you didn’t recognize her even funnier to her.), she took some pity in you by handing you her number.

Till this day, you still are really clumsy, even more so around her. (You can’t help how flustered she makes you). Teasing you is one of her favorite things to do, especially when you make things easier for her. Today is no exception, as you arrived home, you were shocked to see her pay a surprise visit, so much so that as you went to give her a hug, you trip and fall right into her lap.

“Falling for me again I see, I’m flattered. You should really be more careful though.”

Olivia Hye

Seeing you trip on yourself for the third time that day, Hyejoo can only sigh and shake her head, a hint of a smile on her face. She’s gotten used to you being clumsy and she doesn’t mind really, her memories flashing back to where you were asking her out.

You were talking to her about something, a game the two of you played if she remembered correctly, a cheery smile on both of your faces. On a whim, you decided to ask her out, however as you turned to her to see her reaction, you immediately tripped. While she laughed slightly at you, because how could she not at how cute you were, she immediately apologized when you pouted and when tears formed in your eyes, thinking that she was laughing at your proposal, hugging you immediately and telling you that she would love to go on a date with you.

Now, three years later, it’s getting (has gotten) quite ridiculous, as even now you still trip a lot,  but Hyejoo can only pull you up and pull you into a hug, kissing your forehead.

“Be more careful please, who would take care of me if you’re gone?”

Yeojin

Yeojin can never stand to see others suffering, you being no exception. The first time you two met was when you got into an accident while riding a bicycle. Yeojin, while still in disguise, immediately rushed over to assist you and you’ve been smitten ever since. So, it isn’t really a surprise that when the two of you started dating, Yeojin is always finding ways to help you with your clumsiness, because she doesn’t want to see you hurt.

However, here you are now at home, nursing a broken leg from an accident. Yeojin immediately rushes in after locking the door (She keeps a copy of the keys to your house with her), having arrived after finishing her day’s schedule, and immediately fusses over you. You blush and smile sheepishly, because while you enjoyed being taken care of by her, you didn’t want to bother her. When you bring that up, she only shakes her head and tells you that she wants to take care of you.

The pain is still very much there, so when she touches your leg you can only wince. Yeojin sits behind you and pulls you in for a back hug, teasing you in hopes of distracting you from the pain.

“Just ignore it and focus on me y/n, I want to see you smile for me ok.”

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Once Bitten, Twice Stupid 119

119

   Lance was sleeping in the car as Keith parked in front of the bookshop where Colleen was waiting with Coran, who’d brought a wheelchair up. Keith was glad the drive back was over. Matt and Pidge were exhausting. Snacks were scattered through Lance’s bronco, despite him scolding them to stop throwing food at each other. Matt helped Pidge out and into the wheelchair, Kosmo inviting himself to follow them out

“You guys go ahead, I’m going to wake Lance up”

Coran nodded, preoccupied with Kosmo. Colleen taking control of the wheelchair, Pidge calling out “remember me how I used to be” as she was wheeled towards the bookshop. Folding his seat down, Keith didn’t want to disturb Lance. His boyfriend deserved his sleep, buuuuut, the vomiting had him worried and he wanted Coran to check Lance out as soon as possible.

  Climbing into the backseat, he undid Lance’s belt, Lance stirring at the belt sliding back into its holder

“Hey, you”

Smiling at him sleepily, Lance still didn’t look well

“Hey yourself, Mullet. We there?”

“Yeah, babe. Here in one piece”

“Mmm, good job, babe”

“You okay?”

“Just tired... I’ll be okay”

Keith wanted to believe him. Having seen Lance throw up more than once did nothing to give him confidence. He’d nearly lost it at Pidge when she’d elbowed Lance

“We’re heading down to Coran’s office. Let’s get you out the car”

“I’m sorry... I really don’t want to move”

“I know but you wanted to see Coran. Let’s get you checked out then I’ll take you home”

“Alright... I’m too exhausted to even argue back”

   Keith kept his arm around his stumbling boyfriend. Lance kept yawning, his head against Keith’s shoulder. Keith had no idea if this was normal or if Lance was lacking in blood. He was surely dehydrated, Keith worried that’d affect their baby, not just his precious boyfriend. The holiday had been relaxing, a little up and down, but very much needed and appreciated. He still had to question how Hunk had found out, but that was a job for later. Lance seemed happier for Hunk knowing, Keith a tad jealous that Lance had sought comfort from Hunk than him, yet extremely grateful Hunk had accepted their news without making Lance feel too insecure to talk to him.

   Pidge was up on Coran’s examination bed when they got there, hovering in the doorway. Colleen scolding her daughter, while Pidge’s face burnt with embarrassment. She looked ready to turn on them, Coran trying his best to calm everyone down, though he seemed slightly scared of Colleen. Keith was ashamed to admit that he wished Coran would assign someone else to Pidge so Lance could be checked over. He loved Pidge, but she wasn’t carrying his baby

“Boys, if you want to take a seat, I’ll be with you shortly. Colleen, perhaps you’d like to hold Pidge’s hand. Pidge, you’ll be right as rain in tickety-boo”

  “Shortly” was too long. He was a horrible friend. What he actually wanted was two Coran’s, or a magical time machine that’d speed up hearing Pidge was going to be okay. Her knee and ankle were both swollen, having done a pretty good job sending herself flying. Coran must have been told off for calling her “Katie”. The poor man couldn’t catch a break. It was best they head out and Lance got some rest  before someone snapped

“Actually, Coran, can we grab a blood bag? And borrow a conference room? Lance is a little dehydrated from sleeping in the sun”

“Good heavens, of course you can. Lance, what have I told you about keeping up your fluids”

Lance sighed at the pair of them

“Sorry, Coran. Keith’s doing that thing where he worries too much”

“Because you’ve barely eaten today!”

“Because I was too tired!”

“You still should have eaten!”

“And you’re worrying too much!”

  “Boys! Please. Matt, why don’t you grab Lance a blood bag out the fridge. Keith, you may use the main conference room. The Blades are out at the moment. Lotor fancied shopping, they’re providing an escort for him and Allura”

Keith hoped Allura wasn’t mad at not being able to come on the trip. It would have been nice to have her, yet another secret to try and keep over her slightly inhuman features. Matt rolled across the room on the examination stool, grabbing a blood bag out the fridge and rolling backwards over to them

“Save yourselves. Mum’s mad Pidge fell over...”

Colleen fixed Matt with a “mother” glare that sent a shiver down Keith’s spine

“That’s enough Matthew”

“Don’t be mad at them. They weren’t there when Pidge decided to show the world why she never made the Olympics”

“No, but you were. Honestly, when will the pair of you act your age?”

“Whelp. It was nice knowing you guys...”

  Keith tugged Lance back with him, Matt closing the door, Collen’s voice cut off as she started yelling at him

“She scares me”

Lance nodded

“Yep. You didn’t have to dob me in”

“I’m allowed to be worried”

“I’m fine... seriously, find me a corner and let me sleep”

“Not until you’ve eaten”

Lance sighed, Keith knowing it was a sigh of defeat

“Then I can go back to sleep?”

“I promise”

“Lead the way...”

    *

Lance made good on napping the moment he could. Keith found himself in the Blade’s main room from muscle memory, it seemed too much effort to find another room when this one empty. Draining the blood bag, Lance fell asleep too fast after eating. First he didn’t even want to eat, then he did, then he was asleep. In that order, with very little time between each step. With Lance sleeping, Keith had nothing to do but look at the pile of papers that’d seemed to accumulate while he’d been gone. There contained schematics of a building with no street address, and that was about the most interesting thing in the paper work.

  About an hour later their peace was disturbed. Pidge wheeling herself in, foot in a moon boot, as Matt held the door open

“Hey, losers! Look what I’ve got!”

Keith regretted everything thought he’d had about Coran needing to prioritise Lance when he say that boot. What kind of friend was he?!

“Pidge...”

“Relax, it’s a bad sprain. Coran put her in it because it’s the only way to keep the gremlin down”

Their talking roused Lance, sleepily he looked to Pidge, eyes widening

“Pidge?”

Coran chuckled, ruffling Pidge’s hair. Pidge looking murderous about it

“She’ll be just fine. Tippity-Top in no time!”

“She’ll be staying at home until she’s given clearance to be up and walking around again”

Pidge whined at her mother

“Muuuuuum. I’m fine. I’ve got these hell cool wheels to test out”

“That’s enough. You’re very lucky Coran was able to see you on short notice”

“My door is always open to friends. I feel like I’ve know our young Pidge for years”

“I would prefer she not get herself into these kinds of accidents to begin with”

“Mum, it was an accident! I didn’t exactly plan on face-planting!”

“I’m really sorry she was hurt...”

  What was Lance apologising for? Right, because he was Lance. Colleen pinched the bridge of her nose like Shiro would have

“This one is all on her. I’m relieved it wasn’t worse”

“You guys are fussing too much”

Matt chuckled at his sister

“That’s because we love our little Pidgeon. We’re going to split. I’ll let the others know Pidge is under house arrest”

“Shoot me already”

Pidge was going to be okay. Accidents happened. It wasn’t serious. A bad sprain wasn’t going to kill her... Keith took a deep breath. His heart racing at the sight of his friend like that, but he tried to be okay knowing she’d be okay

“Maybe we should find that ankle monitor you gave me for my birthday?”

Pidge gaped at him, before pouting

“I’m not the one who needs it...”

Lance snorted with laughter

“I don’t know. We all know you can’t keep a good gremlin down”

Pidge wheeled herself slightly backwards

“Well, I’m out of here! Later losers. Thanks for the weekend!”

“I’ll talk to you guys later. You right to get back to Garrison?”

“Yeah. I’ve got my car. See you later, guys. Nice to see you again, Colleen”

“You to, Lance, Keith”

   Coran let out a long breath once the trio had departed, before lightly slapping his palms against his cheeks

“I would not like to be Pidge. Colleen is a most formidable woman”

Lance yawned softly, nodding as he did

“She scares me. You probably get along with her better because you sub-contract out to her”

“We’ve met very rarely. I never would have placed her as Pidge’s mother. Now, my boy, I do believe you wanted me to a little looksie at you?”

Keith butted in before Lance could downplay his exhaustion

“He’s been tired all weekend. His body temperature dropped on the Saturday and he needed hours in front of the fireplace to bring it back up. He’s also been throwing up more and having trouble with scents”

Coran hummed, fingers going to play with the top of his moustache

“Fatigue and exhaustion are exceptionally common during the first trimester. As is feeling moody, and, or, hormonal. Let’s head to my office and I’ll do your blood work”

  Lance went to get up, only to trip, and hit his head against the table. Keith rushing to his side as his boyfriend groaned

“Babe!”

“I’m okay... my legs are still asleep like the rest of me”

His head wasn’t bleeding, but the egg was already swelling up

“That’s it, I’m carrying you”

“I’m...”

“You’re not fine. You had a whole bag of blood but you’re still tired as hell”

Lance sheepishly amended what he was going to say

“I’m going to be carried?”

“Yes. Now hold onto me”

  Hefting Lance up, his boyfriend was blushing, hand rubbing at the egg forming on his forehead

“Stop rubbing it”

“It hurts”

“All the more reason to leave it alone”

Coran laughed at the pair of them

“I can see you had a long weekend. I’ll try to be as quick as possible to you may go home and rest. I’d love to hear about all your adventures, if you’ve got time to fill this old fae in”

“Keith can tell you. I slept a lot and we went for a walk around a smell pond...”

“He overheated on the walk”

“You’ve got a big mouth for a man without a knife”

“And you said you wanted to talk to Coran, which means talking honestly”

Coran adding to conversation

“And I think perhaps this isn’t the place”

   Carrying Lance to Coran’s office, things were still slightly messy from the fae treating Pidge. It was the messiest he’d ever seen Coran’s office. Laying Lance on the bed, Lance immediately sighed as he sank back against the bed both of them knew wasn’t all that comfortable

“Right. Sleeve up, shirt up, let’s see what’s happening... oooh, I’ve been dying to see this little one again”

“You’re going to do an ultrasound?”

Keith hadn’t thought about Coran doing an ultrasound, he just wanted Lance to feel better and stuff...

“I will. I’m afraid I’ll be going in internally... I guess pants off too would be best”

“I’ll help him while you clean up”

“Do I get a say in this?”

An ultrasound did sound like a good idea. How were they supposed to know if everything was okay if they couldn’t see the baby?

“No. We have to make sure everything is okay with you and the baby”

“I hate it when my arse has to suffer for logic”

“I love you and your arse. You’ll be okay...”

Lance huffed at him

“It’s not your arse being probed at”

“No, but if you’re good I’ll buy you whatever you want to eat on the way home”

“Can I choose sleep instead?”

Lance would eat, then nap. He wasn’t getting out of it. Whatever his boyfriend wanted, he’d pay for, provided Lance gave him directions of where to go

“Nope. You have to eat”

“You’re so mean to me. Coran, can I at least keep my legs covered? I’m too tired to do much of anything”

“Sure, my boy. I’ll get you a blanket for privacy. You’ll need to tuck your knee up to your chest for me. Please try to bare with it”

   Lance’s face made the same expression as when Kosmo had his first anal thermometer. There was no happiness in his eyes, which reminded him his precious puppy was missing

“Where’s Kosmo?”

“I put him in Allura’s office. Oh, dear. I forgot he was in there...”

How could Coran forget Kosmo? How could he forget Kosmo?

“Babe, you can go get him...”

Now he was torn. Lance was finally in Coran’s hands, but Coran was going to start the ultrasound and he didn’t want to miss it... Buuuuut Kosmo was probably destroying Allura’s office. Was it too much to push the responsibility onto Coran seeing he locked Kosmo in there?

“I’ll get him after your scan...”

“I don’t mind if you want to go now”

“Are you saying I should?”

“Nope... I want you stay, but my butt isn’t enjoying this”

“It’s a nice butt”

“It’s be nicer without this huge arse wand up it”

  Both of them shut up when the image of their baby came up on the screen. Keith staring at the black blob, semi confused by the greyish line...

“Oh my...”

That didn’t sound good

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong, per say, but you’ll have twice the preparation to carry out”

“What?”

The question sounded dull, Keith not sure what Coran meant

“Yes, you can clearly see two sacks...”

“But there was only one before”

“It is possible to miss...”

Lance blinked half a dozen times

“Coran. You better not be fucking around. There was one. One. What do you mean there’s two”

“That’s how twins work... oh, my. Let me just...”

Keith went wobbly. Two... how were there two? There was one last time. One macaroon to worry about... what... how was there two?!

“Are you sure it’s not something he ate?”

Lance glared at him, Coran chuckling, Keith not appreciating either reaction

“My dear boys, there is indeed two in there and this should confirm it”

  A strange noise filled the room, like two racing beats... Lance asking

“Is that...?”

“You’re far along enough now detect both heartbeats. Oh... two babies! You’re going to have your hands quite full! One was a stroke of luck it was! It shows how deeply connected you are...”

“But you said...”

“It is possible one was behind the other, but they’re making themselves known now. Growing one baby is hard enough, two... I can certainly see why you’re exhausted my boy!”

Lance sighed

“I really am... is... are they both okay? I mean... we thought it was one?”

“Both little ones have a good strong beat... I’ll take some fresh photos and measurements. We’ll increase your blood intake to match. It’s very important you...”

Everything swam. The room spinning. Keith out of it before he hit the floor, his last thought before fainting was once again “how are there two?!”.

    *

Lance couldn’t react as Keith crumpled to the ground. He was in shock. Shock that... no way. He’d barely wrapped his head around one. Why was there two? He was getting his mind around one... why... no, how?

“Keith!”

The vampires face burned in embarrassment as Coran left the wand inside of him, to move around the examination table to Keith. Keith groaning as Coran looped his arm around him and moved the hunter to sit in the chair beside his desk

“Whaaa...”

“Just a little fainting spell. I imagine the news of twins was completely unexpected. Lance did have high hormone levels, I suspected it was thanks to his unique physiology...”

  Keith looked completely ashen. Lance’s eyes filling with guilty tears. How were there possibly two in there?! His boyfriend was scared when there was only one... two would surely mean he was worrying twice as much. Wasn’t he at the age where his fertility shouldn’t this good? Or did have super potent baby making sperm? And shouldn’t the testosterone in his system help prevent pregnancy? Was that why his ego was sending him crazy? Did the vampire in him already know he was carrying two? Making him twice the moody bitch he was? Twice the amount of blood he usually drank was a lot of blood. Like... way too much. He’d been careful for so many years to split a bag into three... Would keith be turned off by him drinking more human blood when he was still fighting to settle himself over Lance feeding on strangers? This had to be a joke... despite the evidence right of him. Evidence that screamed this was no joke. He’d heart their heartbeats before the wand slipped. Two racing rhythms of two balls of cells that’d be human someday in the not so distant future

“Place your head between your legs, and take deep breaths”

  What was going on in Keith’s head? Keith was only child. He’d never had a brother until he was already an adult. He’d missed out on all the fights that came with having siblings, and what was Shiro going to say about there being two? Would he be allowed to keep them both? Or would he be labelled as a threat and forced to run? Where would he run? He couldn’t leave Mami. She was old. She only had so much time in this world. He’d never leave her behind to spend it alone. He couldn’t choose between her and Keith. He wanted both of them. He needed both of them... soft sobs escaped his lips. Coran said these symptoms were normal, yet all Lance had done lately was sleep and cry. He wasn’t normal. He’d kept his emotions reined in so tightly that the metaphoric straps bit into his hands. Would it be selfish to want both? Two little Keith’s... with Keith’s big purple eyes and messy black hair...

“Oh, babe...”

  Keith ignored Coran’s instructions, pushing himself over to grip Lance’s hands

“Babe... Hey, look at me. Whatever you’re thinking, I still love you”

Him... He loved Keith. He’d never found love in anyone like he did with Keith. Keith was the oxygen to his lungs... he might be dead but the blood in his system still needed oxygen... sure, he could hold his breath far longer than a human and sometimes he questioned his need to breathe. But without Keith his lungs didn’t work. The space seemed deprived and cold, like being sucked into the vacuum of space

“I want to go home”

“We will. We’ll go home. Coran’s going to clean you up and then we’ll get Kosmo and we’ll go home”

They both needed to think. He couldn’t tell Keith he wanted to go home in an attempt to run away until his thoughts made sense again

“Garrison...”

“We can go back to Garrison. We can... we... we’ll work this out...”

“But... we...”

“Rieva knows. Matt’s in Platt... we’ll kick everyone out, if that’s what you need”

Lance let out a louder sob

“I don’t deserve you”

Leaning down, Keith nuzzled into his hair affectionately. He was showing Keith all the uncool sides of him again

“I love you. I love all of you... we’ll work it out...”

“How...?”

“I don’t know, babe. But you’re not alone...”

“I didn’t...”

“Shhh... we didn’t know. We didn’t know...”

“I don’t deserve you being kind to me”

“I’m not going to run from this... I need to think, but you’re not... I’m not walking away from you. No matter what you think”

“I just want you to be happy”

“And we will be, together. Coran, can you please clean him. We’re not staying here”

  Coran came to the head of the bed, placing his hand on Lance’s shoulder as he softly answered

“Of course, my boys. We’ll keep the scan appointment for in a few days. I’m prescribing lots of rest, and keep your food and blood intake up. You’re going to be emotional, and your fatigue is most likely increased by your emotions. I want you to rest. I’ll extend you leave until the next scan, Keith. If anything happens, you are to bring him here immediately”

“Will anything happen?”

“I’m not sure. Both heartbeats are good and solid. I would ask you to stay longer, yet neither of you seem particularly keen on that. You are both shocked, and this situation is unique... sexual intercourse is fine provided Lance is getting enough nutrients and energy. Have you been giving him his injections?”

“I’ve been... I forgot to yesterday... and I don’t remember if we...”

Nope. Keith was asleep on his feet again and Lance had spent the morning throwing up as his zombie boyfriend tried to human before coffee

“Not this morning... we were packing”

“These injections are important. The demands on your body will be higher with multiples. You may not like it, but each injection will be given with fresh blood. I trust you, Keith, to organise this. Lance, it may not be what you want to hear, but this is what your body needs. Aggression can be a sign you are not getting enough energy from the amount of blood you currently consume. I know you have your own beliefs on this, yet what is important now is keeping your energy levels high to compensate for their energy lost. Keith, make sure you don’t allow him to sleep for days at a time. If he becomes lethargic to the point he won’t wake, you must give him blood immediately and bring him in. Lance, we will get you through this pregnancy, but I am out of my depths with multiple births. I will not allow anything to go wrong under my watch”

  Things sounded somehow worse than ever. Did it not count that he was trying? That he was forcing himself and making the effort despite knowing it’d come back up?! Apparently he was an unfit father already... He’d wanted to sit and explain things to Coran. He wanted to understand why he was acting like he’d never acted before. He didn’t expect this. That a lack of blood could cause anger, well, he knew that, but he was already drinking more than ever. He should be stronger than this! He was 45, not 8... and he was a goddamn vampire. His ego was so on edge that his nails felt tender, ready to extend if Coran kept going on as he was

“See, babe. Coran’s going to make sure you’re okay, and that you’ll be okay...”

“I feel like the most immature person in the room... what happened to my awkward boyfriend?”

Keith kissed his hair again

“He fell hopelessly in love”

“You really a kind of hopeless. But, like, a little bit hopeless”

“Nah, I’m completely fucking whipped. Now, what do you want to eat?”

  He didn’t want to, but Keith was trying to distract him from Coran

“I think... maybe strawberries?”

“And what else?”

“Italian?”

“Done. You’ll have to give me directions”

“Okay, but I’m paying”

“Nope. Let me be all manly”

“You’re very manly”

“I do try my hardest”

“You’re very trying too...”

Keith pouted at him, Lance adding

“But that’s something I really like about you”

His boyfriend brightened a little, not enough to make Lance feel better about his failed joke

“I really love you, Keith”

“I know. I love you, too”

[ninjacupcakelover200]

Katsuki Bakugou~Birthday Surprise

Word count: 2295

Description: Katsuki's birthday is finally here but he's worried for his wife and wishes that she would simply rest instead of worrying about him all day. His stubborn wife doesn't listen through and decides to throw him a party anyway.

"Please don't do anything over the top this year." Katsuki whined to his wife. The (h/c) colored hair female simply laughed as she turned over in bed and looked to him. "You say that every year." she whined back to him. "Yeah and you know why?" he asked. "Why?" she asked him. "Because I'm hoping one year you'll finally listen." he said back to her. (Y/n) chuckled a bit hearing as he said this. "Have I ever been one to listen to you, Kat?" she asked him.

He sighed and shook his head no. "Babe, just hear me out though." he said to her as he sat up from their bed. She looked to him and sighed. "I'm listening." she said to him. "I'm turning 27. There's no reason to go out and do something big for it." he said to her. "It's not some major milestone or anything. Plus I don't need you going into labor trying to throw me some party." he said to her. (Y/n) simply chuckled and sat up from the bed. Her baby bump showing a bit more as she sat up. "I'll be fine." she said to him. "Plus you deserve to have a special day." she said to him. Katsuki sighed and fall back onto the bed. "It comes in one ear and leaves the other." he mumbled to himself.

(Y/n) simply laughed hearing as he said this. Then there was a knock at their bedroom door. "Can we come in?" asked a really soft voice. "No. Go away." Katsuki said back as he pulled the blanket over top of him. "KATSUKI! Be nice to the kids." (Y/n) said to him. (Y/n) then got up from the bed and made her way over to the bedroom door. She opened the door to see the most adorable set of 5 year old twins with blonde fluffy hair and (e/c) colored eyes. "Thanks Mommy." both of them said before running into the room. She turned and watched as her son and daughter climbed their way onto the bed before jumping onto their father. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DADDY!" they both yelled out. Katsuki groaned at the impact but was quick to catch them both so they wouldn't fall off the bed. "Thank you, brats." he said as he held them.

They both laughed a bit and looked to their Dad. "So what are you going to do today?" Hana asked looking down to her father. "Staying in bed all day." he said to his kids. "Really?" they both asked him. "No. He's not." (Y/n) said to them. "Then why did Daddy say that?" Haruto asked looking from his Mom to his Dad. "Because maybe if I spend all day in bed then Mommy will take the clue to rest." Katsuki said as he glared over to his wife. She sighed and looked back to him. "I'm pregnant, Katsuki. Doesn't mean I can't do something nice for you." she said to him. "First off, you're seven months pregnant. Second, you're right. Being pregnant doesn't mean you can't do something nice for me. So please be nice and rest in bed so I don't have to worry about you today." Katsuki plead to his wife. (Y/n) sighed and shook her head. "Come on kids. Go get ready. Mommy needs to do some shopping and you guys are coming along." she said to them. "Yay!" Hana and Haruto shouted as they hoped off the bed.

Once they were out of the room Katsuki sat up from the bed. "I'll get dressed as well." he said with a sighed. (Y/n) stopped her husband. "Nope. You're going to stay here and rest." she said to him. He growled hearing as she said this. "Look here woman." he started to say to her before she cut him off. "No, you look here Katsuki! I'm your wife and I know what's best for you. And I'm letting you know now if you keep bossing me around all day and don't just enjoy your birthday, you're going to have a moody wife." she said to him. He groaned hearing as she said this. "Look Katsuki, I get it. You're a pro-hero. It's your job to protect but for once don't be Ground Zero and be my Katsuki." she said to him. Katsuki sighed and looked to her. "Fine. Fine but can you at least take someone with you?" he asked him. "Who?" she asked. "Just one of my friends." he answered back. "I guess so." she said back before kissing his cheek and getting off the bed to get ready.

~Time Skip~

(Y/n) sighed a bit as she walked back into her house from shopping. Soon followed her Hana, Haruto, Izuku, Shoto, and Kirishima. All of them having bags in their hands. All of them expect (Y/n). After they all came into the house (Y/n) closed the door and started to take off her coat. As she did this she heard rushed foot steps coming down the stairs. She looked up and glared to her husband. "You lied to me." she said to him. "About what?" he asked in shock. "About 'one' of your friends coming along." she said to him as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I did not." he said back. "Oh really?" she asked him.

She then pointed to kitchen to the three males that were helping her kids with some bags. "Kirishima's my friend the other two are just extras." he said to his wife. She growled and pointed to him. "Yeah, well the 'one' friend and two extras didn't let me do that much. Izuku barley let me walk without asking me if I was tired. Kirishima had to grab everything off the shelf for me and Shoto wouldn't even let me carry my purse!" (Y/n) said to him. Katsuki laughed a bit hearing as she said this but once he saw his wife's face he regretted that he laughed. "Go back, upstairs. I don't want to see your face again until I call you down." she said to him. "Okay. Jeez." he mumbled before walking back up the stairs. (Y/n) then turned around and headed into the kitchen.

They all got to work on un-packing the bags and putting all the food up. After they were down with the bags Kirishima started to call some of Katsuki's friends, while Izuku and Shoto worked on the decorations for the party, as (Y/n) was busy baking a cake with the kids. It was all going nice until (Y/n) felt a sharp pain in her side. She grabbed at it and rubbed the area a bit. She then looked up and was glad to see no one saw it. She then shook it off thinking it was a simple cramp. She got back to making the cake with the kids. It took a while until everything was set up and all the guest were showing up. Once everything was in place (Y/n) hurried over to the stairs. "KATSUKI BAKUGOU! YOU CAN COME DOWN!" she yelled to him. "FINALLY!" he yelled back to her. It didn't take long for him to hurry down the stairs.

Once he was down the stairs he was shocked to see the living room set up with all his friends. "Wow. Babe, you really out did yourself." he said to her. She chuckled a bit and looked to him. "No, I didn't. I just threw the best party for the best husband." she said poking him in his side. He laughed and hugged her. "I love you." he whispered just for her to hear. She laughed and hugged him back. "I love you too, Kat. Now go party." she said letting go of him. It didn't take long for everyone to start chatting and dance to music. Everyone was having fun, just being able to catching up. (Y/n) was talking to Momo when she felt a sharp pain again within her side. She winced a bit in pain and rubbed the spot again. She quickly excused herself from Momo and made her way through the crowd.

She then soon found her angry blonde of a husband. He was chatting and laughing along with Kirishima, Sero, Denki, and Mina. (Y/n) faked a smile and walked up to her husband. "Kat, I need to talk to you." she said to him. He looked to his wife and smile. "Actually I was just about to come looking for you. I want to thank you for the party." he said to her. "That's great but babe -" he cut her off. "No, just let me real quick. It really means a lot to me to be with someone like you. I truly don't deserve you and I love you." he said to her. (Y/n) whimpered a bit as she rubbed her side once again. Katsuki looked at his wife in confusion. "Are you okay?" he asked her. "No. Katsuki you were right." she said to him. "I was right? Right about what?" he asked. "You were right about me just r-" she started to say before there was splashing sound. Katsuki looked down in confusion before he looked to his wife. It took him a second to realize what this meant but when he did it hit him like a bus. "HOLY SHIT!" he yelled as he hurried to (Y/n)'s side. "Don't worry babe. I'll get you to the hospital." he said to her. Everyone had stopped talking and looked to the scene. "OKAY. LISTEN UP EXTRAS. (Y/N) IS GOING INTO LABOR AND I'M TAKING HER TO THE HOSPITAL. DEKU! ICY-HOT! YOU TWO ARE IN CHARGE INTO I GET BACK. WATCH HANA AND HARUTO!" Katsuki yelled to them. "Okay, Kacchan." Izuku said back. Katsuki then looked to Kirishima. "Shitty hair you're with me." Katsuki said to Kirishima.

Kirishima nodded his head hearing as his friend said this. "Upstairs in the closet there's a bag. Go grab it real quick and meet us at my car." Katsuki said to him. Kirishima nodded his head and hurried off. Katsuki then held onto his wife and started to walk with her to the front door. "Kat, I'm so sorry." she said as she winced in pain again. "Hey, don't worry about it right now. All I want you to worry on is getting to the hospital and having a baby. Okay?" he asked her. She nodded her head in agreement.

~Time Skip~

It was a painful three hours for the couple. Katsuki was by (Y/n)'s the whole time. Holding her hand and talking to her the whole time. After the whole process was done (Y/n) and Katsuki was left with a beautiful baby girl. (Y/n) smiled looking at the small child as her husband held him. "She is so cute!" (Y/n) said looking over the small child. She had a little fluff of (h/c) colored hair along with red eyes. Katsuki chuckled a bit and looked at (Y/n). "She's a mini you." he said laughing a bit. "She has your eyes." she mumbled back. He laughed and nodded his head. "Here. Do you want her back?" he asked. (Y/n) nodded her head as she held out her arms for the baby. Katsuki softly placed her into his wife's arms. The couple smiled as they looked to the baby girl.

The moment was soon broken with a knock at the door of the hospital room. Katsuki groaned and got up. "Who's that?" (Y/n) asked as she looked to him. "Deku and Shoto. I told them to stop by with the kids." Katsuki said to her. She nodded her head and looked to the door. Katsuki opened the door to see his friend holding his kids along with Izuku and Shoto. "Daddy!" Hana yelled. Katsuki chuckled a bit and took Hana from Kirishima's arm. Then everyone walked into the room. "Mommy!" Haruto yelled seeing his Mom. She chuckled looking to her son. "Guys come meet your new baby sister." Katsuki said to his kids. Katsuki walked over to the bed as (Y/n) scooted over. Katsuki sat down in the free space and placed his daughter in his lap. Kirishima then pulled up a chair to the bed and placed Haruto into his lap. Both of the kids looked to the bundle their Mom was holding.

As they were looking the baby opened her eyes. Showing off her bright red eyes. "Wow. She has Daddy's eyes." Hana said. Katsuki chuckled hearing this. "Yeah but she looks more like Mommy." Haruto said to his sister. Kirishima and (Y/n) laughed at his comment. (Y/n) then looked up to Izuku and Shoto. "You guys can come look as well." she said to them. Izuku lit up hearing this and hurried over to see the new baby girl. Shoto followed close behind. "Aw! Aren't you just the cutest little thing?" Izuku asked looking at her. The baby laughed a bit as she looked to the male. Katsuki smiled and placed his friend above the baby's head and watched as she reached for it. Soon grabbing onto it and holding onto it tightly. "What's her name?" Shoto asked looking at the baby. "Sakura." both parents answered looking at her.

"Aw. Hi, Sakura. It's so nice to meet you." Izuku said to the baby. Katsuki then looked to his wife a bit in confusion. "What time is it?" he asked her. She shrugged a bit. "It's 11:48pm." Kirishima said as he pulled out his phone to check . "Why?" Kirishima asked looking to his friend. "Me and Sakura share the same birthday now." Katsuki said smiling. (Y/n)'s eyes widen in shock hearing as he said this. She went to say sorry to him before he smiled and kissed her cheek.

"Best birthday gift within a million years."

[sonicrainicorn]

Patton is Berry Done

Part of the Berry Done AU

Words: 4092 Desc.: Logan gets drunk for the first time in his life, and Patton realizes it’s not as fun to be on the other end. TW: Alcohol, cursing, a lot of throwing up (it’s only ever mentioned tho bc ew)

The idea came to me when I was working on the one-shot that was actually supposed to be published. whoops. Hope you like drunk Logan, anyway.

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One Friday night, Damien invited Patton and Logan over to hang out. Patton, who was very much well aware of what his brother meant by ‘hang out’, asked Thomas if he was willing to babysit. Well -- he asked Logan if he could ask Thomas. Patton was sure that asking Thomas for anything would end in his funeral. Which he understood completely. Though, if you told him last month that Thomas would genuinely threaten to break every bone in his body, he would have thought you were joking. Thomas was the nicest person he knew.

Either way, he agreed and Patton and Logan thanked him again before leaving. When they got there, Damien had already started drinking.

“Rough day at work, then?” Patton asked with a raised brow.

Damien glared at him and let them in the house. Emile and Remy were sitting on the floor, using the coffee table to play a card game. By the looks of it, Emile was winning. And by a lot. A random TV show was on that no one paid attention to. Background noise, then.

“Hi, guys,” Emile chirped. “I win again, by the way.” He flipped the dealer’s -- also known as Damien’s -- card over, nonchalantly taking a sip of wine.

In a great feat of theatrics, Remy fell back and let out a short yell. “How the hell do you win every time?”

“I told you not to play blackjack with him, but you insisted.” Damien rolled his eyes and gathered all the cards. “You should probably stop before he wins everything you own.”

“Damn bastard already has everything I own,” Remy grumbled under their breath.

Emile smiled sweetly at them.

Damien tossed the card pack at Patton, who almost didn’t catch it. “Work did suck if you must know. And I need someone to get drunk with. Remy can’t do it because they work tomorrow and Em doesn’t like to get drunk so...” He looked at Patton like it was obvious. “You definitely weren’t my first option.”

Seems someone was still a little mad. “Why don’t you just go to a bar?” Patton sat next to Emile.

“Because I want to wallow in self-pity in the comfort of my own home.” He crossed his arms. “Will you do it or not?”

“No thanks.” He started shuffling the cards.

Damien groaned dramatically. “You never give me what I want.” A buzzed middle child who was in a Mood didn’t make for good conversation, as it turned out. He turned to Logan. “What about you?”

Patton expected the answer to be the same, he had no reason to doubt otherwise, but then Logan -- Logan who took one shot on his twenty-first birthday and then never drank again, said, “Yeah, I don’t see why not”

“Oh God, yes. Finally.” Damien rushed to the kitchen with a large grin.

Patton stopped shuffling to stare at Logan with what he assumed could be translated as what the actual fuck all over his face.

It seemed to catch Logan’s attention. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You don’t drink.”

“Well, out of the two of us, I’m not the one known for doing regrettable things so I think we’re safe.”

Ooh, yikes. Yeah, that was a hundred percent called for. Patton shifted in his spot and diverted his attention back to the cards. Turns out he didn’t have any more to say.

Emile glanced between them, a small thoughtful frown on his face. He erased it with a shake of his head. “So what are we playing?”

“Poker.”

Remy sat up. “Great. I actually have a chance at this.”

“Did you want to join us, Logan?” Emile sent him a small smile.

“With the way D’s going to drink tonight?”  A sly grin slid across Remy’s face. “ I think he’ll have his hands full already.”

Right on time, Damien came charging back into the room. In his arms were various supplies such as shot glasses, vodka, tequila, and a few different chasers. He set them all on the table. “Wanna match me shot for shot?” He held up the bottle of vodka with an inviting grin.

“No.” Patton snatched it out of his hand.

He made an offended noise akin to a child getting their toy taken away. “Why not?”

“Because I know how many shots you can take and I don’t want you giving my husband alcohol poisoning.”

“Ugh, fine.” He took the bottle back. “For every shot you take, I’ll take a double.”

Patton’s, “That’s not what I meant.” versus Emile's, “You’re already tipsy.” did nothing in comparison to Remy’s much louder, “Do it bitch, you won’t.”

“Alright, bet.” He sat at the unoccupied side of the table.

Emile hit Remy’s shoulder and gave them an ‘are you kidding me?’ look. They simply shrugged in response.

“C’mon, Logan, let’s see how fast we can regret this tomorrow.” He started pouring out the first shots and chasers, eager to get started. The only time Damien was eager to do something was if it caused damage -- be it to property or livers.

Logan sighed, shrugged to himself, and sat next to Damien. Patton watched wearily as he took his first shot. His face screwed up as it burned its way down. Patton could feel the phantom burns in his own throat. Straight vodka wasn’t his favorite, but it was always common at college parties. He knew the motions well. Take the shot, let it burn -- but don’t act like it burns, then sip a chaser if there happens to be one. (Though, if there was one, it was always alcoholic.) Logan didn’t know the ‘etiquette’ of drinking well enough. He reached for the chaser of cranberry juice almost as soon as it went down.

It didn’t matter though. How you took a shot was just style points. At a party surrounded by onlooking strangers? You’re going to need maximum style points for that. At a bar with some friends? Depending on the friends, style points were still important. At home just trying to get drunk? Style wasn’t the point. Besides, Logan wasn’t a drinker so his reaction to straight shots was bound to be expected.

“Oh, yeah, this is gonna suck.” Damien took a sip of his own chaser. “Ready for another round?”

Sometime after the second shot, Logan started getting a little more touchy. He placed hands on Damien’s shoulders, his arm, Patton was sure there was even a thigh at some point. And Damien was all grins and flirty compliments. Patton knew Damien’s drunken states pretty well. He flirted with anyone that wasn’t a brother of his and generally had his charisma cranked up to ten. On the flip side, he also acted like moody a sixteen-year-old. So, really, drunk Damien was just sober Damien with even less of a filter. Logan’s drunk states, on the other hand, were new territories.

By the third shot, Logan was mostly giggles. He and Damien tried to have their usual debates (also known as a normal conversation for them), but they dissolved into Logan laughing over something vaguely related and Damien testing out a pick-up line based on the topic. On the fourth, Logan kissed Patton and called him “the most beautiful man in the world”. Damien got comically offended and insisted that Logan was breaking his heart. Logan laughed, cradled Damien���s face, and called him beautiful too. As soon as the fifth went down, Logan was completely plastered. He put all his weight against Patton with a loose hand around Damien’s wrist. He started talking about how great everyone was, though he struggled to find more than three adjectives and slurred all his words.

“Nope, that’s enough.” Patton tried to take the bottle out of Damien’s hands when he went to pour another shot, but he couldn’t move with Logan at his side.

Remy took the initiative. “Unfortunately, I have to agree. Logan can’t handle anymore.”

Damien pouted and put his head in his hand. “Boo.”

“That actually took a bit longer than I expected,” Emile admitted softly.

“Yeah -- damn, Logan.” Remy put the cap back on the bottle. “For someone who doesn’t drink you sure held out for a while.”

Logan held up a peace sign.

“Okay, I think we better get going.” Patton lifted Logan to his feet. It was a bit harder than it sounded due to Logan’s apparent lack of bone structure. He refused, or maybe simply couldn’t, move or stand on his own. He kept all his weight on Patton the whole time.

“I think that’s a good idea.” Emile wrangled another bottle out of Damien’s hands. “Stop. Any more and you’ll be asking Logan to marry you.”

Damien snorted. A lazy grin slithered on his face. “I wouldn’t mind that.”

Patton frowned, holding Logan a little closer to his side.

Emile sighed -- an annoyed, almost aggressive sound. “Yeah, okay. Come on. We’re done for tonight.” He dragged Damien into the kitchen, ignoring how he almost face planted.

“Ignore him.” Remy shook their head like a disappointed parent. They gave Patton a small smile. Not a grin or a smirk -- a gentle, genuine smile. “Anyway, want some help? Seems like you could use it.”

“That would be nice, actually.”

Logan clung to Remy like a koala to a tree almost as soon as all his weight was transferred over. Right away he started saying all the great things he thought about them and the good things they did. Remy just nodded and agreed while gently coercing him into a better walking position. Patton silently apologized and opened the front door.

On the short walk to the car, everything Logan said was followed by a soft, “I know, Logan.” or an, “Uh-huh.” much like someone would do when they’re half-listening to a child while focusing on another task. Patton would argue that the comparison was more than apt since most of the stuff Logan said seemed to be the first draft.

Patton opened the passenger side door and Remy helped Logan in. They went to close the door, but stopped when Logan said, “I love you.”

They laughed, borderline composed giggles, and responded, “Love you too, pal.” They shut the door. Logan waved at them through the window, and they gave him a little wave back. “Wow, he is fucking trashed.” They turned to Patton with a wide grin. “I’m surprised he’s still conscious.”

“Guess we’ll see how long that lasts.” He looked at Logan, who gave him a bright beam. “I should go before his body realizes he hasn’t thrown up yet.”

“Oh, yeah. Drive safe.”

“Will do.”

Almost as soon as Patton got in the car, Logan blurted out, “If you could drive straight up at sixty miles an hour, it would take an hour to get to space.”

Patton didn’t even have the door closed yet. “W... what?”

He repeated it a little slower, though that seemed to leave a lot more room for errors and slurring. “If you could drive your car up-ards it would take an hour to getta space.”

He blinked. “That’s, uh, that’s really interesting, bumblebee.” He shut the door. “Could you maybe put on your seat belt before telling me more facts? Unless you need some help.”

“M’not five.” Despite his statement, Logan struggled with the necessary coordination for an absurd amount of time. After failing to get the buckle in the right spot (following an embarrassing number of attempts), he gave up with a small pout. “I can’t do it.”

Patton smiled a bit. He looked like a grumpy toddler. “Let me help, hon.” He buckled him in.

Once they started driving, Logan did not stop talking. He told Patton he loved him five different times, asked nonsense questions followed by silly answers, and pointed out whatever he saw looking out the window. He also insisted on having a hand near Patton at all times despite Patton saying he needed to focus on driving. He was so much more open and bubbly and touchy -- very touchy. A near 180 of sober Logan.

They only had to stop for him to throw up on the side of the road once, which was a lot more impressive than the first time Patton ever got drunk. At least from what friends told him. He didn’t remember anything about that night, but he was told that he threw up several times before ever reaching his apartment. To be fair, he was eighteen at the time and trying to impress someone cute. He didn’t remember if it worked or not.

After his little vomit issue, Logan was a bit less energetic. Understandably so. Throwing up always sucked. But throwing up after a night of drinking was even worse. It didn’t stop him from saying how much he loved Patton, though.

When Patton pulled in the driveway, he cursed under his breath. He forgot about Thomas. With Logan drunk out of his mind and extremely pliable, there was no doubt Thomas’s protective older brother instincts would take over. Patton tried to figure out what to say that wouldn’t result in his head on a pike.

“Come on, hon.” He helped Logan out of the car. Once again, all of his weight was against Patton. “Your brother’s gonna kill me for this, isn’t he?”

There seemed to be a magic word in there that caused Logan’s energy to return tenfold. A large grin split across his face and Patton could have sworn there were stars in his eyes. “Thomas is here.”

Okay, Logan getting excited to see Thomas was actually pretty cute. Patton smiled. “Yeah, baby, Thomas is here. Did you wanna see him?”

Logan nodded, almost cartoonish in nature.

“Let’s get inside, then.” While Patton wasn’t at all prepared to see Thomas, he couldn’t deny Logan what he wanted. That would just be cruel.

He struggled to open the door with Logan hanging off of his arm, but he managed. Thomas was laying on the couch watching Parks and Rec on a low volume. His attention diverted from that rather quickly. Almost right away, he was on his feet to reach Patton and Logan. Patton didn’t know why he was surprised. He had to admit that it was a little obvious Logan wasn’t his top-notch self.

Logan detached himself from Patton and all but collapsed into Thomas’s arms before anyone had a chance to say anything. “Thomas,” he said, a little too loud, “you’re amazing. You’re the best -- best brother I could ever ask for. And I... I love you so much.” He squished Thomas’s face with his hands. “I apre... pre-shate all you ever done. You’re so ‘mazing. I owe you so much. You a’ways make me ‘appy a-and you stick by me no matter what. You’re -- you’re just really great.” He gave him a tight hug.

Thomas stared at Patton, dumbfounded. “What... did you do to him?”

Patton held his hands up in defense faster than he could blink. “This was his own doing. I played no part in it.”

“Damien and I took shots,” Logan answered, partially muffled by Thomas’s shoulder.

“You did what?” Thomas pulled him away to look at his face. “How many did you take?”

“Five,” Patton answered. He knew full well Logan lost track.

“Five?” Thomas struggled to keep his voice down. He cradled Logan’s face. “Logan, you don’t drink. What are you doing taking five shots? Shots of what?”

“Mostly vodka.”

If Thomas’s eyes could get wider, they would have. “Vodka? Straight? Dude, how the hell are you still standing?” He checked over Logan as if the answer would be there somehow. “Why would you do something like that?”

Logan shrugged. “Damien wanted’ta get drunk.”

Princess Leia wandered into the living room, shaking herself out of her sleepiness. Her tail wagged as soon as she saw that her other owners were home.

Logan gasped loudly. “There’s my baby.” He fell to his knees to give her attention. “You’re such a good girl. Yes, you are.” He continued to coo and give her pets and scratches.

“I’m... I’m gonna scream. I’m going to actually scream.” Thomas ran his hands down his face. “There’s no way I’m leaving.”

“Leia, no. Go back to the boys.” Patton pried Logan away from her. “Go. Now.” He pointed out the doorway.

She obeyed after visible hesitation.

Patton worked on lifting Logan to his feet. “Look, I’m going to keep an eye on him. You’re free to stay if you want, but I promise I’m going to make sure he’s okay.” He kept him at his side. “I won’t let anything happen to him. He’ll be fine if you leave.”

Thomas crossed his arms. Patton recognized the face he made almost immediately. It was the same one Logan made when he weighed all possible options. That hard, calculating gaze was something they shared well. “Fine. But I’m calling first thing in the morning.”

Holy shit. He actually agreed? This was the greatest achievement of Patton’s life.

“If I find out anything happened, I’m pushing you down a flight of stairs.”

“If anything happens, I’ll fall down the stairs myself.”

Thomas smirked a little. “I’ll hold you to it.” He patted his pockets to see if he had everything. “Alright. The twins were lovely, as usual, and I look forward to the next time I get to see them. Goodnight -- keep my brother safe,” he pointed at Patton, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Wait, you’re leaving?” Logan sounded like a sad little boy who was told he couldn’t get the one toy he wanted for Christmas.

Thomas sent him a small smile. “I’m afraid so, bear. Patton’s going to be looking after you, okay?” He brushed Logan’s bangs to the side and gave him a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll see you later.”

Logan watched him go with the most disappointment Patton had ever seen on his face. He half expected Thomas to change his mind because of it.

“Okay, sweetheart, we’re going to get you some water then you’re going straight to bed.” He led them to the kitchen.

Unfortunately, Logan had to throw up one more time. Or a few times, rather. That seemed to be the end of the fun alcohol adventure. Patton made sure he was finished before giving him more water. On their way to the bedroom, Patton was stopped by a sleepy voice.

“Dad?” Roman called. He sounded half-asleep. “S’everything okay?”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Your daddy’s just a little sick. Go back to sleep.” He made sure there wouldn’t be any more questions before continuing. He closed the door to the bedroom so Leia wouldn’t get in. As much as Logan loved to have her in here, she wouldn’t be very helpful.

He helped Logan into a clean shirt and guided him to bed. “I’ll be next door if you need something, okay, dear?” He slipped off his glasses. “Get some sleep.”

“Don’t.” Logan caught his wrist before he could leave. “Can’t you stay?” He looked at Patton with such vulnerability it sort of hurt to see.

“Only if you want me to.”

“Please.”

God, Patton couldn’t say no to that face. He slipped into his side of the bed for the first time in way too long. Of course the one night he’s allowed back is the one night Logan isn’t fully cognizant of his actions. In a way, it was almost poetic.

Logan buried his face into Patton’s chest almost immediately. He sighed in contentment, one arm thrown over Patton’s waist for good measure.

Patton hesitated before bringing him closer. The anxious part of his brain insisted that Logan would somehow snap out of this and scream at Patton to get away from him. After all, Logan didn’t invite him back sooner for a reason. But that didn’t happen. Logan seemed more than happy to be so close.

“You know,” he began, already sounding sleepy, “I love you a lot. Maybe too much. You could hurt me all you want and I’d still take you back. If you say sorry. And maybe that’s bad, but I think that’s what I would do. I love you too much to let you go.”

Oh, no. Oh, Logan. Patton kissed the top of his head and tried not to break down into tears. That wasn’t what he wanted to hear at all. He hoped, maybe, it was some sort of drunken nonsense, but he had a sickening feeling it wasn’t. He hated knowing this. He hated knowing that the crap he pulled -- that stupid, idiotic mistake that broke Logan’s heart -- wouldn’t have been the nail in the coffin of their relationship. As angry as Logan was, as upset as he was, he always planned to give Patton a second chance. It wasn’t comforting to know that.

If Patton was a lesser man than he already was, he would have used that to his advantage. He would have screwed Logan over, again and again, knowing he would be able to come back if he acted sorry enough. But someone already did that before, didn’t they?

Patton didn’t want to be anything like that person. He wanted to be as far away from them as he could get because Logan deserved someone so much better than that. Maybe the person he deserved wasn’t even Patton at all, but Patton was the person he chose. The least he could do was be a good husband. Logan deserved that and a million more things. He deserved to think more highly of himself, for one. One problem at a time, though, the most immediate problem would be the hangover tomorrow.

Patton woke up with a start. 

For a moment, he didn’t believe he was in his bedroom, but then he recalled the night before. He didn’t remember falling asleep. He still had his clothes and glasses on. Then he noticed he was alone. Before he could come up with a possible scenario, he heard throwing up in the bathroom. Uh oh. It wasn’t even morning yet.

He hurried down the hall. “Are you okay, bumblebee?” He asked from the doorway.

Logan glared at him from his hunched-over position. That answered that, then.

“Is Daddy okay?”

Patton turned to see Virgil, asleep on his feet. “What are you doing up?”

“I lost rock paper scissors.” He yawned.

“Daddy isn’t feeling well tonight. He’ll be fine --” he caught himself before he said ‘tomorrow’. There was no way in hell Logan would be functional tomorrow -- “later. Now go back to sleep. I have it handled.”

Virgil didn’t need to be told twice.

Patton sat with Logan until he finished throwing up. He knew from experience what a miserable time this was, but that also meant he knew how to make it more manageable. He gave Logan things to settle his stomach then practically carried him back to bed. They both fell asleep in no time at all.

When morning came, Patton called out of work. He also called Thomas to take the twins and Princess Leia. There was no way he was leaving Logan’s side today. Judging from the late-night vomiting, and heavy sleeping, this would be a rough first hangover. He decided to sit in bed and scroll through random apps until Logan decided to wake up.

“Oh my God,” Logan groaned. He rolled over so his face would be in his pillow.

Patton couldn’t help the smirk that played at his lips. “Well, good morning, sleeping beauty. How do you feel?”

“I think I’m dying.”

“I can assure you you’re not.” He put away his phone and laid back down. “It’s just a hangover. You’ll be fine by tomorrow.”

Logan groaned again. He moved his head to look at Patton. “How do you never feel like this after drinking?”

“Years of practice.”

“Oh, well, I’m definitely not getting that.” He flipped over and threw an arm over his eyes. “That’s the last time I drink anything ever.”

Patton smiled in amusement. “How much do you remember?”

“Honestly? I blacked out after the second shot.”

“That explains why you kept going.”

Logan shot up, eyes wide. “I kept going?” That clearly wasn’t the right move. He grimaced and curled in on himself, a wounded sound leaving his throat. “Why the hell didn’t you stop me?”

“Do you really think I’m in a position to stop you from doing anything?”

“Fair point.” Logan laid back down as slowly as possible. “God, this is the worst.” He bumped his fingers against Patton’s.

“Well,” Patton took his hand, “I’m here to help you through it.”

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