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vanfleeter · 2 months ago

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Home For Christmas

Summary: When the band gets stuck in St. Louis on Christmas Eve, Jake goes to extreme measures to make it home for Christmas. Characters: Jake Kiszka x Fem!Reader x Tommy x Lily Warnings: Extreme Dad!Jake fluff. Slight angst.

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Jake stares out the window of the airport at the fluffy white snowflakes as they float down from the clouds above. He used to have such a love for snow, and it only intensified when he had kids. Watching them run around in the snow, laughing and smiling as they chased each other and rolling up snow balls to launch at each other. At this moment, however, he absolutely despises it. His jaw clenched as he watches it constantly falling with seemingly no end in sight.

The flight home to Nashville from Seattle was grounded in St. Louis due to a heavy blizzard in Nashville preventing any incoming flights from landing. Now only did he curse the snow for potentially ruining Christmas, but he also cursed the band’s management for scheduling shows so close to Christmas. They’ve never done this before, all of their shows have always come to end at least three weeks before Christmas, with a small break for Thanksgiving.

So in the airport he still stands with his jaw clenched and his fists balled up tightly in the pockets of his coat. He feels his phone vibrate within the small inside pocket of his coat. Pulling out he flips it over to see your contact staring right back at him.

How does he tell you that he’s not making it home for Christmas?

And the kids.

He sighs, closing his eyes to brace himself for the disappointment that will lace your voice when he breaks the news.

“Hey baby,” He answers, trying to sound as cheerful as he can, despite his own disappointment fighting for dominance.

“Hey honey,” You say, sounding quite chipper. He feels a pang in his heart at the sound of it, making it even harder for him to have to tell you. “The kids were wondering if you were almost home?”

“And what about you?” He ponders, trying to keep the mood light.

“Well of course I am too,” You say with a giggle. He chuckles before inhaling sharply and releasing it. He knew you sensed it because the next words out of your mouth only made him feel worse. “You’re not coming home in time, are you?”

“Doesn’t look like it,” He says. “I’m sorry.. We left Seattle on time, but the blizzard in Nashville, our flight got grounded in St. Louis.”

“Crap…”

“Is that daddy?!” He hears Lily call out in the background.

“Yeah baby, it is.”

“Ooo! I want to talk to him! I have a very important question to ask him!”

“Sure baby..”

He hears the rustling over the phone before he hears Lily start talking again, “Daddy, when you get home, can we watch The Grinch first? Tommy wants to watch The Santa Clause first, but I really want to watch The Grinch. Please, please, please?”

It was a fairly new tradition they had begun when Tommy turned four. He loved watching The Santa Clause with Jake on Christmas Eve, and then Lily grew older and decided she loved The Grinch so they would end up watching both movies on Christmas Eve, just whoever got to go first was the always the hardest to choose because no matter who got picked in a random draw, the loser always pouted and got upset.

This year, with him being stuck in St. Louis, he can’t do the random draw to determine who goes first.

“You know we always do a draw, Lily.”

She huffs and he just knows she’s rolling her eyes. “When are you going to be home so we can pick?” She asks. “Because we also have to put out the cookies that we baked over the weekend before you left for your shows.”

“Why don’t you put them out anyways?” He says.

“Only you know where the special plate is, Daddy.”

“I could tell you.”

“Daddy..”

“Tommy can help you.”

“Help her do what?” Tommy says in the background. “Why do I need to help her when you’ll be here?” Jake stayed quiet, chewing on the inside of his lip as he tried to find a good way of telling them. “You are going to be here… Right?”

“Well, I-”

“You’re not coming, are you?”

“Bud, I tried.. But our flight–”

“I knew it..”

“Tommy, I’m sorry, I-” The line goes and he pulls his phone away from his ear to see the call ending and disappearing from the screen.

In the window, he sees his reflection as well as Josh’s as he walks up to stand beside his twin. “I take it the phone call didn't well?” He asks.

“Tommy’s upset.. Rightfully so.. I’m sure Lily’s the same way.. Y/N is disappointed.”

“I’m sorry,” He says. “Maybe we’ll get a Christmas miracle and the snow will lighten up and we can go home.”

Jake huffs and turns away from the window. Now he officially hates the snow. Truding back over to the seats, he slumps down in a chair and rests his head in his hand.

“We’re so damn close,” Sam grumbles beside him. “Heck, I bet we could drive home.. It’s only what–five hours?”

“We can’t drive in this weather,” Danny says. “That’s a suicide mission.”

The idea swims Jake’s head. He ponders it over and over again until he’s sitting up in his chair and slowly turning to face Josh. Josh’s eyebrows are pulled inwards as he stares at his brother. The realization soon hits him and he’s shaking his head. “Oh no.. No, no, no. Did you not listen to a single word Danny said?”

“Come on,” Jake says as he stands to his feet. “We rent a car and drive home.”

“This is risky,” Josh says, looking up at him. “Jake, I know you want to get home and I know it sucks not being able to be there with your family but risking your life to get home in this weather is just absolutely nuts.”

“Then you can stay here and I’ll drive home alone.” Jake grabs his bags off of the ground and starts heading off through the airport and towards the car rental company. “Is it possible to rent a car?” He asks the gentleman behind the counter.

“We do have a car available,” The man says. “But I would say that it is quite treacherous out.”

“Yeah well, I have disappointed kids at home that I need to get to.”

“Jake..” Josh walks up beside Jake and rests his hand on the counter.

“Josh, I have to get home.”

“I know,” He says. “But you’re not going alone.”

“Thought you weren’t coming?”

“Just get the damn car before I change my mind,” Josh says.

And within the hour, all four of them were packed into an SUV with all of their luggage and on their way home to Nashville. The snow was denser than Jake had anticipated so he crawled at a slow rate, which means that five hours will turn into seven hours. But he’s determined to make it home.

He could still hear the disappointment in Tommy’s voice when he learned Jake won’t make it home for Christmas. He’s determined to prove him wrong as well. His phone starts ringing and he looks at it on the dashboard stand. Your contact shows on the screen and he reaches forward to swipe his thumb across the screen to answer the call.

“Hey I’m glad you called, can I speak with Tommy?” He asks. “I need to talk to him.”

“It’s me..” Tommy speaks. “I wanted to call to apologize.. You can’t control the weather so I know I can’t be mad at you.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Jake says. “But I have good news. I’m coming home.”

“What? How? You said-”

“We’re driving home.” Jake says. “Slowly.. But we’re coming.”

“Really?!”

“Yes, but you have to keep it a surprise, okay?”

“Aye aye captain.”

“Good. Now go help your sister set out the cookies and I’ll be home before bedtime.” Jake ends the call and continues the steady crawl down the freeway.

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Six hours and thirty minutes later, they’re finally reaching the city limits of Nashville. There’s still quite a few cars out on the road but the majority of the city looks like a ghost town. He makes it to Danny’s place and they bid their goodbyes before he makes the trek to Sam’s. One by one he drops them off before he makes his way to his own home.

Down the street he can spot the twinkling lights that decorate their home and he sighs in relief. Those damn lights he had to hang up on Thanksgiving the second dinner was over. For once he appreciates them despite the anger they’ve given him trying to hang them around the trimming of the house. The front yard is decorated with a few inflatables, a flamingo, a snowman, and a gingerbread man.

He was also relieved to see the driveway somewhat shoveled so he forced the vehicle up the slight incline and put it in park. Ditching his bags for the time being, he shuts off the car and gets out, being mindful of the ice and balancing himself as he carefully walks up to the front door. He can see through the front window the tree in the corner. The couch is in slight view and he can see Lily asleep, curled into your body as you too are asleep. He smiles to himself before sticking his key in the lock and twisting it.

Quietly he opens the door and steps inside the house, instantly feeling the warmth through his coat and his clothes. Shaking off the stray snowflakes that clung to him from outside, he starts to pull his coat when he sees Tommy step out of the kitchen. He quickly signals for him to be quiet as the still small boy rushes through the living room and tackles his father against the wall.

“I take it you’re happy,” He chuckles as he wraps his arms around Tommy.

“You have no idea.” Tommy says before tilting his head backwards and flipping his hair off of his forehead.

“Time for a haircut?”

“No way.” Tommy says.

In the midst of their hugs, Jake hadn’t noticed the littlest Kiszka waking up to find her father home. “Daddy!” She exclaims as she crawls off the couch and runs across the floor to throw her arms around his legs.

“Hey Lilypad,” He laughs as he sinks to the floor and lets her crawl onto his lap. “Did you put out the cookies?”

Lily nods her head, “And the milk!”

Hearing you groan, Jake looks to see you opening your eyes. You blink a few times and stretch out your body before looking over at the scene on the floor by the door. “When did you get here?”

“Just now,” He says. “Want to come join the cuddle party?”

“After you get in your pajamas,” You say. “You look a little out of place right now.”

After prying the kids off of him, he quickly brings his things in from the car and rushes to get dressed in the pajamas that match the rest of his family. Once he was good to go, he joined them back downstairs on the floor of the living room on the made up bed of blankets and pillows. Lily immediately takes her place on his lap and rests her head against his chest while you snuggle up to his side and Tommy rests on his other.

Lily groans when the opening sequence of The Santa Clause begins to play on the tv. “The draw was fair and square,” Jake reminds her with a soft tickle to her side. It wasn’t long before both kids were passed out on the blankets halfway through The Grinch playing.

Jake feels your hand rest against his cheek before turning his head so he’s looking at you. “Stop risking your life to make it home,” You say. “But thank you for making the effort.”

“I would do anything to be home with my family on Christmas,” He says as he gently kisses you. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” He gently pats Tommy’s back who simply snuggles closer to him. “I mean, come on. This is so much better than cuddling a pillow in an airport.”

You can’t help but to giggle. “Who doesn’t love children laying all over them?”

“Whoever doesn’t is crazy..” He chuckles before kissing you again. “Merry Christmas..”

“Merry Christmas.”

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funtheysaid · 9 months ago

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IWTV 2x02 Initial Thoughts (Stream Of Consciousness)

- ooh the title card changed! I’ve been wanting to see the Eiffel Tower as a “fang” since season two was announced. WE IN PARIS BABY!

- ayooo three-way (interview) incoming

- Daniel’s “Paris sucks” aka “Paris is where my ex-bf is from and he sucks (dick), but not mine anymore, and no, I’m not bitter abt that, his city just fucking stinks (literally)”

- not two minutes in and Devil’s Minion is already flirting bickering

- ALICE MENTION alice!armand truthers are gon love that shit i just know

- “I’ll tell you what a woman is” That’s my sapphic-coded queen!!! 🕯️ pls S2 give me claudeleine 🕯️

- “Gauche” well, yes.

- Loumand: 🥰🥰 Daniel: 🙄 he‘s so second-hand embarrassed for them I can’t

- I mean, it’s crazy. What? We finish each other’s- I WAS WITH HIM FOR LONGER THAN LESTAT WAS WITH HIM WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN DANIEL PUT IT ON RECORD WEVE BEEN FUCKING FOR LIKE DOUBLE THE TIME …that’s what i…was….gonna say?

- Louis would be that faux-intellectual hipster who has his own darkroom full of overexposed and blurry, unfocused photos that are his “art” bc he took them on film (affectionate)

- Not claudia calling him out on it in the next scene “let me think I’m deeper than I am” okay honey you do you

- “She’s miserable but she doesn’t want to fuck with your too delusional left bank dilettante vibes” ahh the narrative foils are foiling, I see

- The show: Alice was pregnant, My dumb ass: OMEGAVERSE DEVILS MINION !?!?

- “joyfully joyless” MOOD.

- Claudia looking at Madeleine like “I don’t know if I want to be her or be with her” Dw babe it’s a rite of passage for all of us you’ll figure it out

- “Your French is ugly” 🥹👉👈 weally?

- “the dress for my body” LOOK I know what she meant, but I can’t help it that my mind is perverted

- LMFAO NOT GLORYHOLE PARK

- okay why Loumand playing with my heart “I will never harm you. And I never have” wtf wtf wtf

-Oh no the ole business card trick! we all know that’s Louis’ kryptonite he loves a man with credentials

- i like girls, but why is santiago kinda…

- Woah the Annika scene was really hard to watch which I think was the point but goddamn idk if I’ll be able to rewatch that part

- Estelle is my self-insert. I’m claiming her.

- “You both fucked Lestat!?!” HOW DID THEY KNOW WE WANTED HIM TO SAY THAT!?

- “He tasted of vermouth and annihilation” We both know you have no earthly idea what that man tastes like, Armand. Be so fucking fr right now.

- Did Armand just casually drop that he had a threesome with a father and son? I’m sorry, sir????

- “Now I know what two blood fat cocks slapping hands feel like” When I tell you my spirit left my body

- oh shit here we go. I’m a caged animal and it’s time for my weekly enrichment. give me my loustat.

- there’s a letter !?!? Wait wait I wasn’t ready for something like this wait stop stop please

- “all my love belongs to you. you are its keeper” just take me out back and shoot me at this point

- “it is a thin veil” fucking fuck why was that so romantic??

- the blood tears welling up in Lestat’s eyes I’m-

- “Rebound of my life” and in that moment, he spoke for the people

- WHAT IS HAPPENING???? Jesus Christ, they were talking about Alice and then it cuts to FUCKING ARMAND!?! This is not a drill. Everyone to your stations, this is not a drill.

- “You sold your Dad’s playboy magazines at recess” Hmmm? You’re telling me a “straight” teenage boy sold porno mags instead of keeping them for himself??? Yeah, I call gay on that one

- “she wanted to say yes” you motherfuckers.

- Oh shit Louis is pissy tonight rawr kitty got claws

- Devils minion girlies are thriving, skin glowing, hair silky, breath minty, pillow cold, stomach full, dreams sweet, and by Jove, we fucking deserve it !!!!

- daniel’s shaky “um- gulp” …….guys this is gonna sound crazy but i think there might actually be a god

- ooh the camera/photography being like a divide or barrier between Louis and his present situation. Like he wants to capture the moments, but only as if an onlooker and not a participant… interesting!

- “Who?” will never not be funny

- “Mon ami” in the same episode as “Mon Cher” FUCK ME GENTLY WITH A CHAINSAW

- “Armand for you” nah nah nah i changed my mind, you can do like Leatherface and shove that chainsaw in rough and hard

- Close up on Louis’ conflicted face, fire blazing behind him…. That’s not foreboding in any way. I’m sure they’ll all live happily ever after from now on :D

What a ride! Until next week! 🧛‍♂️🩸

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maryamf1d · 3 months ago

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Bullying

Liam has faced hatred over these past few months for people were convinced that he hated zayn and harry. But how could you hate liam? When he literally helped everyone in the band. Trying to pick up pieces made everyone smile. After the band split apart, he was the one who was left behind. Like you should see that people were there supporting zayn for his new single (never neglecting the fact that people somehow started to hate him as well for leaving why do they do that!) but then many many people supported zayn. Then there was harry, there's a biiiig community of us that doesn't listen to liam, louis, niall or zayn, but harry. So basically Harry's got the biggest support (which obviousleh he deserves and so all of them deserve too). Niall, they all were very excited for niall to release his singles and album. They supported him in a way where it was seen. For louis and liam, the ones who were the best songwriters of the band, had been left behind. I see no support behind liam. I saw no support behind louis until, FITF tour and album. That made me soooo happy I can't define it in words. Now liam had been releasing singles but no one quite noticed because nothing was a banger still saying that it's the lack of support. Not a lot of people like liam now. All the things he had said he's apologized for them. YOU GUYS NO ARROGANT ASS APOLOGIZES FOR ANNNYTHING!!!! Where are you living. Even when they receive hate ok? Even when they receive hate!!! Now honey lemme clear this out I've seen many people on the internet saying bad things about him and saying but they're heartbroken because he wasn't the liam we knew and we lost our childhood. Bro, i definitely am sorry that you lost that and you're allowed to show grief and definitely are allowed to mourn and give condolences. But you are not allowed to talk about things, bad things that he did in the past. Like bb honey, are you guys literally ignoring the fact that this man has been very much upset. And DEPRESSED? Why do you not see that. Makes me furious makes me furious! Because i know what the hell is going through someone's mind when their mental health is slightly compromised. Depression is a thing you can't control. You have no control over how you manage the situation "the liam we used to love is not the liam he became" this statement, this thing defines that there was something that had been going on in his life. Always wonder WHY (helps a lot). I've been studying psychology as a subject and dear friend, i can understand many behaviors that such patient manifest. Now i want you tell me, if someone was a sunshine like liam and becomes someone that you guys paint bad, isn't it obvious he was depressed. Like honestly in this world everyone deserves kind words okay? And people haven't been showing kindness to liam. Everyone literally everyone has said things that they didn't mean to. You don't define a man from his mistakes. And he admitted things that he said were not quite nice so please no asshole has admitted doing wrong. He is the best person. He could've been better. Think of yourself in situations that you were misunderstood. Think of it in a different way please. Please don't hate on him. Because whoever he's left behind are still alive and feeling the pain that you people give through words. You're bullying me, you're bullying his family, you're bullying his friends and bullying his fans. It's not an inner child that mourns to his death, it's everything in us directioners that's mourning. I feel everything you say about him. We all feel everything you say about him. Please stop torturing us and his friends and family. We did nothing wrong to you guys. HE DID NOTHING WRONG TO YOU GUYS.

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lxstfuleclipse · 2 years ago

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hello♡

I just want more louis just like you.. so how about something gentle with him, like caring for this cutie after a hard day when he just wants to be in the arms of his beloved?

if the order is bad or not interesting, just ignore

and sorry for my english, it's not my native language, heh

hi!! your english is just fine bae, let's see what's brewin' in the pot for you!

【 summary!! luis comes home not his usual self, his sweet spouse cheers him up. 】

【 content warning!! gn!agent!reader, mentions of workplace bullying/discrimination, mentions of death, slight angst, post-canon RE4 + possible spoilers, canon divergence, kissing, cuddling. a very sad luis :( 】

He didn't know how much more of it he could take.

The staring, the whispers, the dirty looks. .

What else was he supposed to do?

After Ashley's rescue, things seemed to take a turn for the better. He was granted immunity, along with a job as a researcher for the government. He was a proper researcher now, he was going to help save lives instead of standing aside as they were being destroyed.

He wanted to change, he wanted to be a better person. He wanted to try everything to atone for the past, the pain and chaos he's helped cause.

People can change, can't they?

Everyday, he'd walk into the office to make his way down to the lab. He'd catch the stares, hearing the whispers about him made the hairs on the back of his neck stand, and those looks. . those fucking looks.

"Wait- isn't that the guy who was apart of that cult?"

"What if he took out that Saddler creep so he could be boss. .?"

"What's he doin' in that lab? Bet he's making more of those sick parasites. ."

"He's probably the reason the president's daughter almost died."

He thought they'd eventually pass, that it wouldn't matter anymore. He tried his best, he really did. He just wanted to prove them wrong, that he wasn't the cultist monster they thought he was. But, he couldn't help but feel guilty.

He helped create Las Plagas, and by the time he realized his mistake it was too late. He just hoped- no, prayed that it wasn't too late for forgiveness, to pay his retribution.

He sighed, fiddling with his house key. He never talked to you about what was going on, he never wanted you to worry about him, especially about something so trivial. So, he shook it off, took a deep breath, and put on his poker face.

"I'm home, mi corazón!"

A smile on his face, he chuckles as you leap into his arms. Your arms and legs wrapped around him tight, like you were afraid to let him go.

"Ay! Where's all this coming from, eh? I'm sure I wasn't gone that long, cariño." He smirked, pressing a sweet kiss against your lips as he gently sets you on the floor, but his arms never leaving you.

God, he missed you. After another long day, he just wanted to be in your arms, just wanted to be near you. You were his home, his sweet paradise.

"I made your favorite for dinner. Go ahead and get comfortable, I'll make you a plate, babe." You say, pressing a kiss against his cheek before making your way back to the kitchen, so excited to spend the rest of the evening with your boyfriend.

He smiles as he watches you return to the kitchen before sighing as he crashed onto the couch, his hand combing through his dark locks as he finally got a moment to just be. . in peace. He was safe within the walls of your shared apartment, with such a sweet and loving partner like you here waiting for him.

He didn't deserve you. Of all people, why him?

"Luis. . you okay, baby?"

He quickly lifts his head to face you, you looked so worried. Fuck, he didn't want that to happen. How was he supposed to play this off?

He chuckled nervously, nodding, "Yes, yes, of course I am. Why wouldn't I be? I'm here, in this wonderful city with a wonderful partner and using this brain of mine to help people. I'm doing just fine, mi vida." He said, pressing a soft kiss against your knuckles after you set your plates down on the coffee table.

"Lu, honey. . I know something's wrong. You look so tired and. . over it, honestly. Are you sure that you're okay? You know that you can tell me anything, sweet baby." You assure him, caressing his cheek.

He couldn't contain it anymore. He just couldn't.

He sighed, resting his back against the couch. He finally shook his head, "It's. . been a rough few weeks, cariño. I feel like I'm barely keeping it together, if I'm being honest." He said, beginning to fiddle with his trusted lighter.

"Ever since. . you know, my co-workers look at me strange. While I'm on the way to the lab, I hear whispers and rumors, seeing those dirty looks they shoot at me. At first, I understood why. I mean, how would you react if your new co-worker used to work under a cult leader? That I stood by and let it all happen? I don't blame them. ." He sighed, flicking the lighter closed.

"I've been trying to atone for my sins, amor, I really have been. I feel. . horrible for what happened. All I wanted was to get out of that village, somehow, and I thought maybe that would be my chance. . obviously, I was wrong. I want to change, to be a better person. Ever since I was granted immunity, I've made that my mission. So far? It's going pretty damn poorly."

You could feel your heart break as you listened to him, you felt so bad. How could they? How could they just. . make those assumptions and accusations about him without actually asking for his side of events?

Luis was a brilliant man, an amazing boyfriend to you. Sure, he's done some major fuck-ups in the past, but he regrets every last thing. He just wanted to make-up for it all. He looked so sad, he never meant any harm, especially to the president and his daughter. That's why he helped when he did.

"I just. . I just want to help. I've lived a shitty life, and the moment I get a do-over. . more shit comes my way." He sighed, trying to keep his tears. They didn't deserve them, he had to be strong. But, he felt like he was reaching a breaking point.

"Lu. . whatever they say, it's not true. You and I both know that. Yes, you fucked up then, but you're making up for it now, and if they can't see that then they better not ask for your help when shit hits the fan." You said, getting a little pissed about it now. If you could, you'd kick every one of their uppity, government asses.

"You're a wonderful man, you've showed me that during that mission and you continue to show me that. If you truly were the ruthless bastard that they say you are, then you would've let Ashley die, you would've let all of us die." You say, wiping his tear away with your thumb as he looked so lovingly at you.

"Luis, I love you. You're going to help make this sick world a better place, and I'm so fucking proud of you." You say with a smile.

"I-I. . I don't deserve you, amor. Mi vida, la luz de mis ojos. What has this bastard done to deserve such love?" He whispered, finally being able to let go of his tears as he holds you close. You wrap your arms around each other in a warm embrace. He was so happy that you chose him.

"You're you, and that's all that matters, Lu." You murmur, holding him so close to you, wanting to squeeze out all those doubts and thoughts from him.

You loved him for him, and that was never going to change.

"Now, how about we enjoy dinner and some mind-numbing television? Then a nice, warm bubble bath and a movie with yours truly?" You ask, booping his nose.

He chuckled, sighing as he shook his head.

"That would be wonderful, my darling. . how can I repay such kindness and love? Would a massage suffice?" He spoke, smirking as he bounces his eyebrows, possibly hinting to something more.

You giggle, "I'm sure that'll do just fine as payment for my services."

He didn't deserve you. But, he damned sure wasn't going to fuck this up. No. . this was his second chance, and he was going to cherish every minute of it.

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always-lou-28 · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Collection Guide // JessHallvol6

Hi! I'm really not on tumblr much just because it's...not a platform I ever learned how to use - but I know a lot of people get fic recs from here and I see so many other authors making fic posts to reblog so...

Here's a comprehensive guide to my Kinktober 2023 Collection for your browsing pleasure

Note: All pairings are featured. I am a multishipper, and I wanted to make sure each 1D pairing got at least an equal amount of love. No hate please!

Entire Collection

Don't Take It Easy - Day One: Pegging (Zayn x girl!Harry) 3,305 words, Bottom Zayn, Top Harry

She Knows The Way Her Body Moves - Day Two: Bondage (girl!Zayn x girl!Niall) 2,496 words, Top Zayn, Bottom Niall

What A Mess I Made Upon Your Innocence - Day Three: Bukkake (Zayn x Louis x Liam) 1,721 words, Submissive Liam

Dripping Thick Like Honey - Day Four: Rimming/Feminization (Liam x Niall) 2,534 words, Top Liam, Bottom Niall

Baby You're Mine, You're Fine - Day Five: Collaring/Leashing (Louis x Harry) 3,415 words, Top Louis, Bottom Harry (tw for anxiety attacks)

Locked In A Cage - Day Six: Chastity (Zayn x Liam) 2,837 words, Zayn in chastity

Grinning Like A Devil - Day Seven: Virginity (Harry x Niall) 2,373 words, Top Harry, Bottom Niall (tw for underage - xfactor era)

Breed - Day Eight: Breeding/Belly bulging (Louis x Liam) 1,891 words, Top Louis, Bottom Liam (tw for a/b/o)

Leave My Heart Open - Day Nine: Body Worship (Louis x Zayn) 1,587 words, Submissive Zayn (tw for implied/referenced past self harm)

Good For You - Day Ten: Praise Kink (Louis x Niall) 2,293 words, Top Louis, Bottom Niall

Eyes Open For The Fall - Day Eleven: Sensory Deprivation (Zayn x Liam) 3,342 words, Top Zayn, Bottom Liam

Fuck Me Back To Sleep - Day Twelve: Somnophilia (Liam x Niall) 1,623 words, Top Liam, Bottom Niall

Your Hands, Your Body - Day Thirteen: Size Difference (Harry x Niall) 2,836 words, Top Harry, Bottom Niall

Massage - Day Fourteen: Prostate Massage (Louis x Harry) 2,458 words, Submissive Harry

Havin' A Good Time - Day Fifteen: Shotgunning (Zayn x Liam x Harry x Niall) 2,020 words, group sex

A Little Less - Day Sixteen: Double Penetration (Harry x girl!Niall x girl!Louis) 3,451 words, Top Harry, Top Louis, Bottom Niall

Happy Birthday Babe - Day Seventeen: Gangbang (Liam x Niall x Zayn x Louis x Harry) 2,062 words, Bottom Liam Centric

Secrets I Have - Day Eighteen: Body Modification - Piercings (Liam x Niall) 2,631 words, Top Liam, Bottom Niall

Show You Off - Day Nineteen: Exhibitionism (Louis x Zayn) 2,180 words, Top Louis, Bottom Zayn

One Touch Is All It Takes - Day Twenty: Fucking Machine (Louis x Harry) 3,449 words, Top Louis, Bottom Harry (I'm so deeply sorry for this depravity)

I'll Bet, You'll Say - Day Twenty One: Lingerie (Louis x Liam) 3,854 words, Top Louis, Bottom Liam

Something Divine - Day Twenty Two: Thigh Fucking (Harry x Zayn) 1,665 words, Submissive Harry

I Get Down On My Knees For You - Day Twenty Three: Deepthroating (Zayn x Liam) 2,617 words, Dominant Zayn, Submissive Liam

You Take Me To The Edge - Day Twenty Four: Edging/Sex Toys (Harry x Liam) 3,189 words, Top Harry, Bottom Liam (tw for underage - 2012 era)

Taste On My Tongue - Day Twenty Five: Pregnancy/Lactation Kink (girl!Harry x girl!Niall) 2,206 words, Pregnant Harry

Keeping Tallies - Day Twenty Six: Overstimulation (Louis x Zayn) 3,640 words, Top Louis, Bottom Zayn

Someone's Calling My Name - Day Twenty Seven: Painplay/Spanking (Louis x Liam) 3,516 words, Dominant Louis, Submissive Liam

Sweet Baby - Day Twenty Eight: Daddy Kink/Cockwarming (Zayn x Niall) 3,050 words, Top Zayn, Bottom Niall

Hiccups - Day Twenty Nine: Breathplay (Harry x Liam) 3,099 words, Top Harry, Bottom Liam

First Date - Day Thirty: Sounding (Zayn x Niall) 3,248 words, Dominant Zayn, Submissive Niall

Ghost Fuckery - Day Thirty One: Ghost Fuckery (Louis x Niall) 5,472 words, Top Louis, Bottom Niall, Ghost Louis

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multiversemaker169 · 5 months ago

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Inside out furry au: Louis acting like a cat

1. (It's a slow day at Meadow Valley High. Louis was tidying up his workplace when he suddenly saw a little red dot zipping around the room, and his instincts kick in).

Louis: Meow, row, mrow!!!

(Louis starts chasing the light, making a huge mess of the place. It then cuts to Daisy outside of the room, trying to get her lazer pen to work).

Daisy: Dang it! My lazer pen is broken!

(Daisy tosses away her lazer pen).

Louis: Mrow!

(Louis rushes out the door to continue chasing the dot).

Daisy: Oh, I was holding my lazer pen backwards..

(Louis gets frustrated at Daisy and has her help him clean up his workplace).

2.(Abigail grabs a can of fish food at goes to feed her Oscar fish).

Abigail: Oh, Tango. Time for your feeding.

(Abigail enters her office and sees that Tango isn't in his tank).

Abigail:(frustrated) Louis, did you eat my fish again?

Louis: What makes you think it was me?

Abigail:(frustrated) Because you have done it many times before.

Louis: It wasn't me, I sw-

(Louis grabs his stomach and ends up hacking up Tango. Tango starts flopping around on the floor).

Abigail: I knew it.

(Abigail places Tango back in his tank).

Louis: And that's why I'm no longer allowed in Abigail's office.

Collin: Why would you eat her pet fish and alive on top of that?

Louis: I can't control it. It's a strong cat instinct.

3.(Peggy and Louis had just moved into their new house together and are discussing how to stay on a budget so they can be able to pay off their mortgage).

Peggy: Alright, so since we took out a mortgage, we could only afford a house with one bathroom. Are you okay with having to share a toilet and a shower?

Louis: Oh, you don't need to share a shower with me.

Peggy: Really?

Louis: Yeah, we cats don't need to shower. We can clean ourselves with our tounges.

Peggy: What if your fur gets covered in dirt and stains?

Louis: Okay, then we need to shower.

4.(Abigail is going through her old office stuff with Louis, with Louis finding an old yarn ball).

Louis: Ohh, is this a yarn ball?

Abigail: It sure is, Henry and I used to love knitting together.

(Louis looks at the yarn ball and wants to play with it).

Louis: Can I have it?

Louis: Sorry, but no. This was Henry's old yarn ball.

Louis: Oh, I understand.

(Abigail feels bad and decides to give him another yarn ball).

Abigail: But you can have this yarn ball.

Louis: Really, thanks, Abigail.

Abigail: You're welcome, Louis.

(Louis starts playing with the yarn ball Abigail gave him).

5.(Peggy is almost due to birth Sylvia, and she's getting anxious about becoming a mother).

Louis: Are you okay, Sweetie?

Peggy: I'm so anxious.

Louis: Sweetie...

Peggy: Now, I know you're gonna be a great dad. I'm just worried that I'm gonna be a terrible mom.

Louis: What makes you think you're gonna be a terrible mom?

Peggy: Because I'm such an anxious mess.

Louis: Sweetie, I've known you for years and seen how kind you are. So I know you're gonna be a great mother.

Peggy: I am?

Louis: Absolutely.

(Louis rubs his face against Peggy's pregnant tummy and starts purring).

Peggy:(love struck) Oh, Honey...

#disney #pixar #inside out #inside out 2 #inside out fear #inside out anxiety #panicfrog #furry au

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vampsstan · 1 year ago

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mpreg sould have body horror and the baby rip their way out of the belly like in the alien movie

#this is about the mpreg wave in amc iwtv fandom #louis honey i am so sorry #iwtv 2022 #amc iwtv #amc interview with the vampire #louis mpreg

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britmall · 4 days ago

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~~LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO LIED~~

"Saturdays take the pain away," Louis rolls over and kisses Harry's forehead to wake him up. "Lou, I know that you talked about going into town to go to the market, but, I think we should just lay in and have a cuddle." Lou's favorite thing in the world is to cuddle with Harry. But, he was just trying to avoid the discussion they had to have. Harry only slightly kissed him good night before bed. He knew Harry was upset! "Okay, but can we go into town after the cuddle?". Harry just nodded!. He was still upset, but he knew if he didn't bring it up, that the situation wouldn't be fixed and he had to leave early in the morning to catch the flight to Rome, for the Gucci fashion show. He put his hand to Louis' chest he loved tracing his tattoo with his fingers. This time felt different to Louis, though. Harry rubbed the tattoo with rough motions nervously. Louis started the conversation, "Hazza, I know you're upset with me, I am not sure why, but I can tell something is bothering you!". Harry bit his lip, it was stupid and he knows it, but, they both promised each other early on, that they would always communicate. Harry broke that promise the night before, when they went to sleep. When Lou asked him before bed, how his day was, and what the good points of the day were, and what the bad points were(they asked each other this every night before falling asleep). Harry lied about the bad points of the day. He said there were none. But, there was! He started by saying, "Honey, I lied to you, I feel horrible, I've never lied to you before, and I feel b-b-bad."

******** He couldn't even look at Lou. He had never lied to Lou before. This was such a stupid lie! All because he felt jealous. He's always had access to Lou's phone he just never felt the need to look at it. Lou's never given him a reason to feel that way. Yesterday, something seemed off with Lou. Even worse, before he had gotten home, Harry noticed Lou had turned his location off. That was never something Louis had done. Harry felt very jealous. So, he did snoop through the phone. He saw a message from Oly, it was strange, and it bothered Harry. All the message said was:

O-Are you telling him?

L-No, I was hoping to avoid that. Ya know. So, shhhhh!

Again, Harry had never snooped, but he had a feeling that Lou was up to something. Lou came home late the two nights prior. He was very 'short' in his conversations even the bedtime answers seemed off. The location, being off. All of it was out of character for Louis. Harry didn't want to think the worst. So, he ignored it, but that morning, Lou could tell. Harry knew he couldn't keep it in anymore.************

Louis grabbed Harry's hand. He questioned, "What did you lie to me about?". "We're not leaving this bed until we talk about this." Biting his lip, he mumbled, "I lied last night when you asked what the bad points of the day were." "There, were a couple, but I feel really stupid about it, so I lied." Louis started to interrupt, but Harry shook his head, asking Lou to just listen. Lou grabbed Harry's chin, saying, "Babe, I need you to look at me then." Harry didn't want to. He hated this, hated that he felt jealous. He hated that he snooped. He hated it all. He looked up into Lou's eyes. He started to tear up. "I lied because I felt jealous. You had gotten home later than you said two nights in a row, and Yesterday I saw that your location was off. I felt extremely jealous. I thought you were hiding something. So, I snooped in your phone. I saw a message from Oly asking if you told me yet. Your response back threw me off more." Harry cried.

Louis leaned in for a kiss, saying, "I can explain, Oly, and I are planning something for you for your birthday. I wanted it to be a surprise, but now you know." Harry then said, "Baby, I'm sorry that I got jealous, I'm sorry that I went through your phone. I'm s s sorry." Harry's lip quivering.

Lou said. " Love, you don't have to apologize for that. I'm a little upset you lied to me. I'm more mad at myself, though, for acting differently and for making you feel insecure and giving you any reason to question me this or us. They went to market to try and enjoy the last few hours before Harry had to leave for Rome. ++++++++++++++++++

Harry was up way before Louis. He needed to catch the earliest flight to Rome. Even though it was only a two hour and thirty five minute trip, from London to Rome. He needed to be ready for when Alessandro was there to pick him up. He made some coffee. Then, he ran into town to get some cigarettes and flowers for Lou. When he got back, Clifford's barking had woke Louis up. Which, Louis didn't mind because he could get a cuddle in. Harry minded, though. He didn't want to see Louis all disheveled and standing there naked. He knew he wouldn't be able to resist him. Lou's tired eyes are irresistible! As much as Harry couldn't resist Louis. Louis almost immediately asked, "Harry, can I give you a blow job?". Harry couldn't say no. Louis swiftly walked towards Harry. He was already wiping his mouth and licking his lips. Which, he knew got Harry ready. He took off Harry's trousers and pants. He was so ready. Louis wanted this. Needed this. Harry, too. Louis threw him onto the sofa and started kissing his way down Harry's chest. He knew they had to be quick. Harry was set to leave in twenty minutes. So, he wasted no time. He made his way to the little trail of hair(that is Louis favorite spot). He gave a love bite or two on the spot of hair. He took all of Harry in his mouth. Slow at first, but he wanted it deep he wanted it all. He often struggled taking all of it in his mouth. Harry was huge. He was able to this time. He choked and gagged a few times. But, he was determined to make it the best Harry's ever had. So, when he was in Rome, Harry wouldn't question anything. So, he wouldn't feel jealous. Louis didn't want to struggle this time. To prove to Harry that he was all his.

Just as Louis finished, Alessandro arrived. Harry had enough time to kiss Louis and put his pants and trousers on. He sent Louis a text that said:

H: Oh my God. THANK YOU Babe ❤️ never felt so good. Didn't get to properly, say something. Btw, I made coffee, and I left you cigarettes and flowers on the counter. Love you.

L: You're welcome. I love you too. Thanks for the coffee and flowers. They're beautiful and my favorite. Have a safe flight. Text me.

Three hours later

H: made it. Have a busy day ahead. Will FaceTime later. Love you.

L: Looking forward to it. Love ya

**************************

Monday morning, Harry got up to go to the gym and breakfast before the fittings and stuff. He tried to call Lou to say good morning. Lou didn't answer. Which isn't a new thing. Often, times Lou doesn't answer. He messaged Lou. Just a simple text. H: Good morning. Love you.

Harry didn't get a response. But, he didn't think he would. He figured Louis was still sleeping. Louis was NEVER up before noon. Especially when he is alone. Harry's day was super busy. He stopped to check his messages around 4 o'clock. He saw a picture message from Lou that showed Lou wearing Harry's safe sex shirt and louis had his green trousers on. The message:

L- Hi love....hope you've had a great day. There's a piece of you in what I am wearing. Love you.

Harry responded: I'll take that as a compliment. 💙

When Harry got back to the hotel just after 11:00 PM. He wanted nothing more than to shower the day off, all the makeup and spray tan they use for the rehearsals, and shows was his least favorite part of this. He messaged Lou right away:

H- Hey babe, I'm just getting done for the day. Showering, and will FaceTime when done. I've noticed your location isn't on. Still off from Saturday? Love ya.

Harry had kept thinking about Lou's location being off the whole time he was showering. But, he convinced himself that it was just off still from Saturday. He was in the shower for quite some time. He had a lot on his mind. Lou may have been okay with Harry snooping in his phone, etc. Harry hates himself for it still. He never wanted to be that person. He finished in the shower and was looking forward to FaceTime with Lou. This time, he was going to just ask Lou straight out why his location was still off. As Harry got out of the shower, he had been shocked. Lou was in the hotel room waiting on the bed with nothing on. Harry practically jumped on him. After admiring the Sweet Creature, laying there. Completely sprawled out. Harry had NO CONTROL. He felt powerless. He couldn't even talk. Louis said, "Hi baby, looks like you're not the only one who lied." This was my plan all along. Harry couldn't even be mad. He loved the surprise!.

Sorry if this bad. I just wanted to attempt to write a fanfic about Larry.

#harry styles #louis tomlinson #larrystylinson #larry

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twopoppies · 1 year ago

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Hey Gina! I don’t exactly know how to talk about this so i apologise if it’s worded weird, but I wanted to talk about polari! :) Also want to quickly preface by saying A.) I am a part of the LGBTQ+ community, B.) while I’m not English, I am Scottish (Glasgow) and we use some of the same slang as (specifically Northern) England & C.) I have a lot of hetero English friends who know absolutely nothing about polari.

(Quickly before I start as u/ppl may find this annoying; I’ve said Scottish separately as a lot of Scottish ppl, myself included, don’t like being referred to as English/British as majority of us are currently wanting & trying to gain independence from the U.K. lol & I included British instead of just Scotland/England as I’m not sure if it’s used anywhere else in great britian/the UK - please say if it is! :D )

I’m not sure if you’ve seen this too but I see quite a lot of people saying that Louis solely knowing/using polari speech is proof/semi-proof of him being queer or knowing queer history - I have to completely disagree with this.

Polari is used very commonly (some examples I can think of off the top of my head are bevvy, lallies and naff as I use them quite a lot.) in day-to-day conversation in scotland/england (as I mentioned, I have hetero english friends and they use polari ALL THE TIME, like they use only refer to a alcohol/drinks as bevvy, and have no absolutely no idea that it IS in fact polari..). People use it without even knowing what it is, especially those who are lower/working class and/or neds/chavs (which Louis seems to use as? Or want to be perceived as?) and are more likely to use slang. I guarantee you that if you were to go down to England (especially the north) and asked what bevvy meant, they’d almost 100% be able to tell you what means - but they won’t know the origins of the word, they’d just think it’s slang (they probably wouldn’t even know it’s used in Scotland too LOL).

I’ve seen absolutely no other scottish/english/british person talk about this so I feel like majority of the people speaking about polari are Americans (not all & not only, of course, but I feel like they majority of larries are American? Haha) who don’t actually use it or understand it’s use in modern day England/Scotland/U.K. and that’s why they’re saying that he must be queer to use it because they think that it’s not used anymore when it actually is! :)

I’m so sorry if this is a complete jumble of words, I’m absolutely horrible at writing my thoughts down hahah! I pray you understand what I’m trying to say. I hope this isn’t coming across as rude or mean. I’m not meaning it that way at all. Also, this isn’t meant to be a dig at Americans/non-scottish/english/great British folk either, it’s completely normal that you wouldn’t know this! :)

Sorry again hahaha I’ve been thinking about this for a really long time and have been dying to get this off my chest !! + I haven’t used tumblr in years so if the layout/format(??) is weird, apologies for that too, I’m also on mobile :( Thank u (if u do) for reading my long ass ramble lol :D I just wanted to shed some light on this.

Hi, honey. I think assuming Louis’ sexuality only based on him being aware of/using Polari is pretty silly. As you say, straight people in your part of the world use certain words regularly without being aware of it.

As always, I think one has to take many behaviors and actions into consideration when wondering if Louis (or anyone) is signaling. There’s a difference between using certain words that have become common, and knowing what Polari is. Him wearing that brand goes hand in hand with many instances of him wearing clothing that sent a message (for example, wearing the All Out, Queen’s Surf, and Rainbow Apple logo shirts). At that time, he seemed to be very calculated about what messages he sent through clothing. I think Polari was one of many instances of Louis signaling being a part of the community. But I’d never look at that as an isolated instance and think that.

#coded clothing #Polari

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nalyra-dreaming · 10 months ago

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Will you rank the books from your favorite to least favorite and why just for the fun of it?

... okay^^

Though... I am not sure if they can all be ordered that way, some of them are on the same level for me, in a way.

From least to favorite, with a real quick comment^^

Blood Canticle. For... reasons. Though it has its place in the arcs.

Merrick. Not this low for the Louis content, but for style and... well.

Blood and Gold. I like Marius as a character. But sometimes...

Blackwood Farm. Quinn my beloved. But... cameos. The turning though!!

Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis. Replimoids. 'nuff said.

Memnoch the Devil. Heaven. Hell. The eye. Dora's period.

Interview with the Vampire. I'm sorry Louis but ... honey...

The Queen of the Damned. Lore, lore, and POV's. And the Devil's Minion

Prince Lestat. He's back! (Hey, they wrote that on the cover.)

The Vampire Armand. Holy shit.

The Tale of the Body Thief. Spiraling after trauma, and bouncing back riiiiighhhtt back into it. Mojo!!!

Blood Communion. Talk about closing the arcs. Well, for some.

The Vampire Lestat. Milestone, lore, and the vampiric world shifting.

Not sure if the last few are not all on the same level?!

I have read all of them several times. There are things I love about them all (okay, most). So this list is probably... ever-shifting, depending. :)

#Anonymous #asks #ask nalyra #the vampire chronicles #vc #vampire chronicles #anne rice

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persepinas · 2 years ago

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Sunday snippet: suckerpunch chapter 10.

I am truly sorry for how long it is taking. I deleted most of my chapter because I didn’t like it. Here is a preview of cute, flirty coffee boys.

Chapter 10 moment:

“Lestat,” Louis laughs, trying to dodge the kisses being placed all over his face. “Lestat, give me a second to breathe!”

“Mon cher,” Lestat purrs, grinding himself down onto Louis’ pelvis. The contact makes Louis’ thighs tense. “Amore mio,” he goes on, stroking his newly filed nails along Louis’ pectorals. It’s getting to Louis and getting to him quickly too. Lestat knows him well, too well, and knows exactly how to move and what to say to get Louis going. Louis finds himself so close to shoving Lestat over and having his way with him.

“Honey, please,” Louis practically pleads at this point. He has two choices here: prevent Lestat from grinding on him or prevent Lestat from touching him.

Louis chooses to reach back and grip at Lestat’s ass, preventing his lover’s enthusiastic hips from doing any further damage to his already diminishing psyche.

Louis cannot think clearly when Lestat is being this way and he is aware that Lestat knows this too. The devil! “If you just give me a moment I’ll give you an answer,” Louis says rather too breathlessly for his own taste. The way he sounds at this moment is not something he likes. He doesn’t but Louis tries to concentrate on the matter at hand instead.

“Louis,” Lestat says, cupping his face. Their eyes meet and Louis sighs, feeling calmer when he catches the sincerity and love in Lestat’s expression. His lover may be flirtatious and extravagant at times, but he is also caring, funny, and meaningful. Lestat loves him and Louis is sure of that now more than he has ever been.

It is partially why Louis is having such a difficult time showing his more vulnerable side. He’s exposed in his own love for Lestat and he’s never been this way with anyone else before. It’s still a learning experience.

“Tell me then, my darling,” Lestat gently urges, stroking his thumbs over the apples of Louis’ cheeks. “Go on. I won’t be upset. I promise I will not. Disappointed? Yes. But not upset.”

Louis takes in a deep breath—

And quickly exhales. It’s now or never!

“I want to do it,” Louis says so fast the words all mingle together into a mess rather than a clear sentence. Louis’ face burns up and his eyes snap shut. “I want to do it,” he says once again, slowly and clearly now. He will not say it a third time!

Lestat makes an excited sound and then Louis is being kissed and kissed well. He easily forgets about anything else and hums into Lestat’s mouth the moment he feels the grinding resume and Louis lifts his hips, reciprocating the rocking.

#loustat #interview with the vampire #Loustat fic #suckerpunch loustat #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac

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artyandink · 1 year ago

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we can be more | dean winchester | 9

Summary: Ivonne Rainer was practically a trained killing machine. Stripped to the bone then built back up by her father in order to become one of the best, like he was. She was forced into hunting when she was nineteen, having developed powers that couldn’t be explained. That is, until she was paid a visit by Azazel’s lackey. Her powers were gone, she needed help, and that’s when she found her father’s journal. Pointing to Sam and Dean Winchester.

SERIES MASTERLIST

CROSSROAD BLUES

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : CROSSROAD BLUES - ROBERT JOHNSON

“Hey, jellybean.” Dad smiled into the camera, sharpening his knife. “This hunt is pretty dangerous, I’ll have to admit. These vamps are beating the hell out of me.”

“Hey, Mick!” A hunter yelled. “Are you talkin’ to your daughter again?”

“Oh, come on, Ed, you’d do the same if you had one.” Dad retorted. “It’s a shame that no girl’s ever looked your way, huh?” He turned back toward the camera. “Y’know, I’d give anything to be home with you. I’ve been such a bad father these past few years. I missed your graduation. Your orientation day in Princeton too. You didn’t even go to prom because you wanted to see me come back from a hunt but I didn’t until a few weeks later. I think…” His voice broke off.

There were happy shouts in the background, but Dad didn’t seem so happy.

“I think that the last time I’ll ever see you is this picture I keep in my pocket.” He pulled it out, taking a look. “I keep you with me every day. I love you so much, jellybean, but I don’t think I’m comin’ back. I know I promised, I know, but I don’t think I am. I trained you to keep yourself safe. Keep your mother safe. And Lils, and Carter too, because if I don’t come back then I don’t know what sorta things will come after your blood and I know they will, so please, be safe. You’re a Rainer, Ivonne, don’t ever forget that. I love you more than life itself, sweetheart. Don’t come looking for me. I’m sorry.”

I gasped once I saw the video message, immediately searching for my phone. I dialled my mom frantically, holding the phone to my ear.

“Please, please…” I muttered, pacing and trying to keep tears from falling.

‘Honey?’ My mum answered. ‘What’s wrong?’

“Mom, Dad’s in trouble. He sent me a message saying that this could be the last he sees me, but I…“

‘Did he tell you where he was?’

“No, he just told me not to look-“

‘Then don’t. He’s said it for a reason. The term’s almost over, wait for another message and if not, come straight home, ok?’ She cut the call, and I collapsed on my bed, hyperventilating.

What if I never see him again?

I can’t do any of this without him.

“So much for our low profile. You've got a warrant in St. Louis, and now you're officially in the Fed's database.” Sam sighed, checking the police database and showing us the mugshots of Dean.

“Dude. It’s like I’m Dillinger or somethin’.” Dean grinned excitedly.

“Mhmm.” I nodded. “You’re a wanted criminal in the FBI’s database, which is a huge drawback cause we travel everywhere, and you’re rejoicing. But hey, at least they got your good angles.”

“Well, what do they got on you two?”

“Nothing on me, cause James managed to clear me of all charges.”

“You’re lucky your police boy could help out.”

“Well, I caused no evident law breaking, so they can’t press.”

“What about Sammy?”

“I’m sure they haven’t posted it yet.” Sam muttered.

“What? No accessory, no nothing?”

“Shut up.”

“You’re jealous.” Dean laughed.

“No, I’m not!” Sam protested, giving Dean a look.

“As if someone would be jealous of being wanted for murder, breaking and entering, escape and grave desecration.” I scoffed.

“What do you got on the case there, you innocent, harmless young woman, you?” Dean grinned, so I looked at the case file.

“Architect Sean Boyden plummeted to his death from the roof of his home, a condominium he designed.”

“Hmm. Build a high-rise and jump off the top of it. That's classy. When did he call animal control?”

“Two days before.”

”And did he actually say ‘black dog’?”

“Yeah. A vicious, wild, black dog.” Sam nodded. “The authorities couldn't find it, no one else saw it; in fact, the authorities are a little confused as to how a wild dog could get past the doorman, take the elevator up and start roaming the halls of the cushiest joint in town. After that, no more calls, he doesn't show up for work, two days later he takes a swan dive.”

“Do you think we’re dealing with an actual black dog?”

“Maybe.”

“What’s the lore on it?”

“It's all pretty vague. I mean, there are spectral black dogs all over the world, but... some say they're animal spirits, others say death omens. But anyways, whatever they are, they're big, nasty.”

“Well, it could be a death omen.” I suggested. “Spectral black dogs never attack without reason. We could be dealing with a Grim sort of thing. Like, you know, Harry Potter.”

“You have… the Grim.” Dean mimicked, making us all laugh.

“So, you and Sean Boyden were business partners for almost ten years, right?” Sam asked. We were interviewing his business partner.

“That's right. Now one more time, this is for...?”

“A tribute to Mr. Boyden. Architectural Digest.” The man laughed, drawing a weird look from us. “This funny to you?”

“No, it... it's just, a tribute. Yeah. See, Sean always got the tributes. He kills himself, leaves me and his family behind... well, he gets another tribute.”

“Right.” Sam nodded. “Any reason why he would do such a thing?”

“I, I have no clue, I mean he lived a charmed life.”

“How so?”

“He was a flat-out genius. I mean, I'm capable, but next to him, I... and it wasn't always that way, either.”

“No?” I raised an eyebrow, folding my arms.

“You wanna know the truth? There was a time where he couldn't even design a pup tent. Hell, ten years ago he's working as a bartender at this place called Lloyds. A complete dive.”

”What changed?”

”You got me. But overnight, he gets this huge commission, and he starts designing... he starts designing the most ingenious buildings anyone has ever seen. It was like, the level of Van Gogh, and Mozart...” He trailed off.

“What?”

“It's funny. True geniuses, they seem to die young, don't they? To have that kind of talent? Why... why just throw it away?”

“So…” Sam drummed on the glove box. “Dean.”

”What about Dean?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

”You two care for each other a lot.”

“That’s natural.”

“A lot.”

“What are you implying?”

”That you and my brother could be a… a thing… someday.”

“Keep dreaming.” I laughed. “Dean and I have a good thing goin’. Plus, he flirts with every girl his age he sets his eyes on.”

“If you say so.” Sam grinned, nudging me. “In the meantime, you can flirt with James Rhodes. Keep your options open-“

“Shut up.” We started giggling, but then Dean came back.

”So?”

“Secretary's name is Carly. She's twenty three, she, uh, kayaks, and they're real.” Dean grinned.

“Spare the details of your latest hookup, Dean.” I sighed. “What did you get on the black dogs?”

“Every complaint called in this week about anything big, black, or dog-like. There's nineteen calls in all. And, uh,” He pulled off a post-it note from his clipboard, “I don't know what this thing is.” I took it and raised an eyebrow, handing it to Sam.

“I have no idea what this is.”

“You mean Carly’s MySpace address?” Sam chuckled.

“Yeah, MySpace, what the hell is that?” Dean frowned. “Is that some dating site or somethin’?”

We had been round most houses, but they were just cases of barking Pomeranians. Naturally, Deans as starting to get mad.

“I swear, if this is another freakin' Pomeranian barking in the neighbour’s yard...” He knocked on the next door, and a lady opened it, looking nervous.

”Afternoon, ma’am.” I flashed my badge. “Animal control.”

“Oh, someone already came yesterday.” She blinked, and we shared a look.

“Oh, we're just following up.” Sam excused. “We're looking for Dr. Sylvia Pearlman?”

“The Doctor, well, she, I don't know exactly when she'll be back, she left two days ago.”

“Ok. And you are..?”

“Ms Pearlman’s maid.” She stammered.

“So where did the Doctor go?”

“I'm not sure. She just packed and went, she didn't say where. That stray dog, did you find it finally?”

“Oh, not yet. You know, you didn't ever happen to see the dog yourself, did you?” I asked, feigning concern.

“Well, no. I never even heard it.” Dean looked at a photo, analysing it. The maid continued nervously, “I was almost starting to think the Doctor was imagining things, but she's not like that, so...”

“Hey, you know I read she was, uh chief surgeon at the hospital. She's gotta be what, forty two, forty three? That's pretty young for that job.” Dean probed casually.

“Youngest in the history of the place. She got the position... ten years ago?”

“Ten years?” I raised an eyebrow. “An overnight success, too.”

“Yeah, we know a guy like that.” Dean nodded, gesturing to the painting. “And, look, Lloyd’s bar.”

We pulled up at Lloyd’s bar, and outside there were yellow flowers growing around the door. I pulled out my pocket botany guide, flicking through it.

“Yellow flowers?” Dean scoffed. “Wanna pick ‘em, Beanie?”

“Not just any yellow flowers.” I replied, reading the page I’d found. “Yarrow flowers. They’re used in summoning rituals. Someone planted them here.”

“So, two people become sudden successes about ten years ago. Right around the time they were hanging out here at Lloyd's.”

“Where there just happens to be a crossroads.” Sam frowned. “You think?”

“Let’s find out.” We went to the crossroads, taking a shovel and digging in the dead centre. We eventually hit something solid, and we shared a look. “Yahtzee.” I pulled out a box, opening it and checking the contents.

“Graveyard dirt, black cat bone, all hardcore and unmistakeable methods to summon a demon.” I informed, tapping the side of the vial of graveyard dirt.

“That’s serious hoodoo.”

“No, not just to summon one.” I shook my head. “Crossroads are where pacts are made. These people are actually making deals with the damn thing. You know, 'cause that always ends good. These people aren’t seeing just spectral black dogs. These are hellhounds. Demonic pit bulls that guard hell’s gates and drag anyone who belongs there in if they’ve sold their soul or belong there.” You can bring people back by summoning demons. Bring anyone back.

‘Yeah, whoever this demon is, it's back and it's collecting.” Sam sighed.

“And that doctor lady?” Dean grimaced. “Wherever she's running? She ain't running fast enough.”

“So it's just like the Robert Johnson legend, right? I mean, selling your soul at the crossroads, kind of deal?”

“Yeah, except that wasn't a legend. I mean, you know his music. You don't know Robert Johnson's songs? Sam, there's, there's occult references all over his lyrics, I mean, Crossroad Blues? Me and the Devil Blues? Hellhound on My Trail?” Dean rolled his eyes when Sam didn’t follow. “The story goes, he died choking on his own blood, he was hallucinating, and muttering about big evil dogs.”

“And now it’s happening all over again.”

“We've gotta figure out if anyone else struck any bargains around here.” I resolved, dusting off my hands.

“Great. So we've gotta clean up these peoples' mess for 'em? I mean, they're not exactly squeaky clean. Nobody put a gun to their head and forced 'em to play Let's Make A Deal.” Dean frowned.

“They’re human. We can’t leave them to die.”

“Somebody goes over Niagara in a barrel, you gonna jump in and try to save 'em?”

“Dean.”

“Fine.” He conceded. “Rituals like this, you've got to put your own photo into the mix, right? So this guy probably summoned this thing, let's go and see if anyone inside knows him. If he's still alive.”

I was preparing for a big gymnastics tournament, stretching and testing my flexibility for the big moment. This could be my one chance to get to the Olympics.

“Why so nervous, jellybean?” Dad was at the door, holding my bottle of water.

“If I don’t get this, I don’t get the Olympics.” I sighed, taking the bottle. “Thanks.”

“No problem, sweetheart.” He patted my shoulder with a smile. “You’re gonna be fine.”

“How are you so sure?”

“Because you’re Ivonne Rainer.” He smiled, bending to my height. “You’re the toughest girl I know. You take after your mother. She used to hunt, but after she had you she stopped. But I’ve never seen a lady like her until you grew up. You can load and shoot a gun faster than I can, so flying across that room should be child’s play to you.” He kissed my forehead, clasping our hands together. “So, who are you?”

“I’m a Rainer.”

“Who are you?!”

“I’m a Rainer!”

“I can’t hear you, solider! WHO ARE YOU?!”

“I’M A RAINER!” He hugged me tight, patting my back.

“Knock ‘em dead, tiger.”

We walked up the stairs in an apartment building, looking at a picture.

“What's this guy's name again?” Sam asked.

“George Darrow.” Dean informed. “Apparently quite the regular at Lloyd's. Though this house probably ain't up next on MTV Cribs, is it?”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “So whatever kind of deal he made-“

”Wasn't for cash. Oh, who knows. Maybe this place is full of babes in Princess Leia bikinis.” We gave him a look, “No, I'm just saying, this guy's got one epic bill come due. Hope at least he asked for something fun.”

“Look at that.” Sam pointed at a black powder outside Darrow’s door, and I recognised it from somewhere. I touched it, staring at it.

“Is that pepper?” Dean scoffed.

“I… don’t know.” I frowned.

“Who the hell are you?” Darrow grumbled, the door swinging open.

“George Darrow?” Dean asked.

“I’m not buyin’ anything.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, looks like you went for the wrong shaker there. Usually when you want to keep something evil out you go for the salt.”

“I don't know what you talkin' about.”

“I’m talkin’ about this.” Dean held up a picture of a hellhound. “You seen this yet?”

“Look. We want to help. Please. Just five minutes.” Sam begged. He let us in wordlessly, and we stepped in, cautious not to disturb the black line. “So what is that stuff out front?” I blew on the black dust, and then I got it.

“Goofer dust.” Darrow and I said at the same time, but Sam and Dean stared at us.

“What, you boys think you know somethin' about somethin' but not Goofer dust? Girl gets it.” Darrow lectured gruffly, tossing Dean a brown sack.

“Well, we know a little about a lot of things. Just enough to make us dangerous.” Dean replied casually.

“What is it?” Sam asked.

“Hoodoo. My grandma taught me. Keeps out demons.“ He waddled over to a chair. “Four minutes left.”

“Mr. Darrow. We know you're in trouble.”

“Trouble that you got yourself into.” Dean sniffed.

“But there’s still hope, alright? There's gotta be something we can do.”

“Listen. I get that you boys want to help.” Darrow sighed. “But sometimes a person makes their bed, they've just got to lie down in it. I'm the one called that demon in the first place.”

“What d’you do it for?” I asked, gaining a stunned look. “You heard me. Why did you do it?”

“I was weak. I mean, who don't want to be great? Who don't want their life to mean something? I just... I just never thought about the price.”

“Was it worth it?”

“Hell no. 'Course, I asked for talent. Shoulda gone for fame. I'm still broke, and lonely. Just now I got this pile of paintings don't nobody want. But that wasn't the worst.”

“Go on.”

“Demon didn't leave. I never counted on that. After our deal was done the damn thing stayed at Lloyd's for a week. Just chattin'. Makin' more deals. I tried to warn folks, but, I mean who's goin' to listen to an old drunk?”

“George, how many other people are there? Like you?”

“Uh, the architect, that doctor lady — I kept up with them, they've been in the papers. Least they got famous.”

“Think, George.”

“One more. Uh, nice guy too. Hudson. Evan, I think. I don't know what he asked for. Don't matter now. We done for.”

“No.” Sam refused, “No, there’s gotta be a way.”

“You don't get it! I don't want a way!”

“Look-“

”I called that thing! I brought it on myself. I brought it on them. I'm going to hell, one way or another. All I want is to finish my last painting. Day or two, I'm done. I'm just trying to hold them off 'till then. Buy a little time. Okay, boys. Time you went, go help somebody that wants help.”

“We can’t just-“

“Get out! I have work to do.”

“You don't really want to die.”

“I don’t?” He scoffed. “I’m… I’m tired.”

“C’mon, Sam.” I gently took Sam away. “Thank you for your time, sir. It was good meeting you.”

“You too, girlie.”

We knocked on Evan Hudson’s door, and he opened it a small bit.

“Yes?” He whispered.

“Evan Hudson?” Sam asked.

“You ever been to a bar called Lloyd's? Would have been about ten years ago.” Dean added, but then Evan slammed the door. “Come on, we're not demons!” I focused, forgetting about the rune etched into my arm, and my eyes momentarily glowed blue, but then I felt a searing pain in my arm and stopped, falling back against the wall. “Beanie! What happened?”

“I’m fine, I just tried to use my…” I gestured to my forearm and he understood. “Got any bright ideas?” Dean reared up, then went to kick the door open, but I opened it just by pushing the handle down. Dean collapsed in a crumpled heap, and Sam helped him up with a smirk. “Evan?”

“Don’t hurt me!” Evan whimpered, jumping out from behind a bookshelf.

“You know, if we were demons, that’s a terrible thing to do.” I sighed. “We’re here to help, not hurt you. We know about that deal with the demon 10 years ago.”

“What? How?”

“Doesn’t matter.” Sam said. “All that matters is how we stop it.”

“How do I know you're not lying?”

Dean shrugged. “Well, you don't, but you're kinda running low on options there, buddy-boy.”

Evan started pacing. “Can you stop it?”

“Don’t know.” Sam frowned. “But we’ll try.”

“I don't want to die.”

“Of course you don’t, not now.” Dean smirked.

“Dean, stop.” Sam hissed.

“What did you ask for, Evan?” I asked intently, stepping forward.

“My wife.” Evan gulped.

Dean scoffed. “Right. Gettin' the girl. Well, that's worth a trip to hell for.”

Sam glared at Dean, who, I’ll admit, was getting out of hand. “Stop, Dean.”

”No. He's right, I made the deal.” Evan nodded. “Nobody twisted my arm, that... woman, or whatever she was, at the bar? She said I could have anything I wanted. I thought she was nuts at first, but... I don't know how to— I was desperate.”

“Desperate?”

“Julie was dying.”

“You did it to save her?” Dean frowned.

“She had cancer, they'd stopped treatment, they were moving her into hospice, they kept saying... a matter of days. So yeah, I made the deal. And I'd do it again. I'd have died for her on the spot.”

“Did you ever think about her?”

“I did this for her.”

“You sure about that? I think you did it for yourself. So you wouldn't have to live without her. But guess what? She's going to have to live without you now. But what if she knew how much it cost? What if she knew it cost your soul? How do you think she'd feel-“

“Will all of you just shut up already?!” I burst out, silencing everyone. “We’ll figure something out. Evan, keep a close watch, grab anything pure iron in your house and have it as a weapon. Boys, we need to figure this out.” Evan rushed to find something iron, while Sam, Dean and I talked. “Dean, are you ok?”

“Yeah, why wouldn't I be?” Dean shrugged. “Hey, I got an idea.”

”What is it?��

“You throw George's hoodoo at that Hellhound, keep it away from Evan as long as you can. I'm gonna go to the crossroads and summon the demon.”

“Summon-“ Sam scoffed, “are you nuts?!”

“Maybe a little. But Beanie and I can trap it. We can exorcise it, and can buy us time to figure out something more permanent.”

“But how much time are we talkin’?” I asked, folding my arms.

“I don't know, a while. I mean, it's not easy for those suckers to claw their way back from hell and into the sunshine.”

“No. No way.” Sam refused.

“You’re not allowed to say no, Sammy, unless you’ve got a better plan.”

“Dean, you can forget it, all right? I'm not letting you summon that demon.”

“Why?” Dean challenged. “Why not?”

“Because I don't like where your head is at right now, that's why not.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know, you've been on edge ever since we found that crossroads, Dean, and I think I know why.”

“We don’t have time for this-“

“Dad. You think maybe Dad made one of these deals, huh? Hell. I've been thinking it. I'm sure you've been thinking it too.”

“It fits, doesn't it? I'm alive, Dad's dead. The yellow-eyed demon was involved. What if he did? What if he struck a deal? My life for his soul-”

“That’s enough.” I interrupted through gritted teeth. “Neither of your heads are in the right place at the right time and it’s frustrating because you’re meant to be here and now, not stuck in a decision that John made. Dean, you feel guilty about it and I get that feeling more than anything, and Sam, you want to keep everyone as safe as possible, but, right now, we need both of these things,” I tapped my head, “to be clear so we can actually pull off a plan. Sam, take the goofer dust and make a circle around you and Evan. Once it breaks, book it. Dean, you and I are going to summon the demon. Once we get it in the Solomon trap, I’ll exorcise it. We good with that?”

“Yeah.” They nodded meekly.

“I think I hear it! It's outside!” Evan called from inside.

I turned to them both, taking out my book of exorcisms. “Keep Evan alive, Sam.”

Sam frowned. “Ivy-“

“Just do it!”

Dean placed his ID in George’s hoodoo box, burying it in the centre of the crossroad. I was in hiding, having already painted the Solomon trap.

“So. What brings a guy like you to a place like this?” The crossroads demon was behind Dean as he stood up. He looked her up and down, and I studied the Latin I needed to read. “You called me?”

”I’m just glad it worked.” Dean smirked.

“First time?”

“You could say that.”

“Oh, come on now. Don't sell yourself short. I know all about you, Dean Winchester.” She started circling him, almost like a panther prowling around its prey. The irony was satisfying, really.

“So, you know about me.”

“I get the newsletter.”

“Well, don’t keep me in suspense. What have you heard?” I know you’re stalling, but, really, Dean?

”Well, I heard you were handsome, but ... you're just edible.” I gagged from where I was hiding. Who says that? “What can I do for you, Dean?”

“Maybe we should do this in my car. Nice and private.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“So I was hoping we could strike a deal.” Dean offered as they strolled to his car,

“That’s what I do.” The demon smirked.

“I want Evan Hudson released from his contract.”

“Oh, sorry, darling. That’s non-negotiable.”

“I'll make it worth your while.”

“Really? What are you offering?”

“Me.” WHAT THE HELL-

“I see. Sacrificing your life for someone else’s. Like father, like son, I guess. “You did know about your dad's deal, right?” She chuckled darkly, giving him innocent eyes, but I knew they weren’t as advertised. “His life for yours? Oh, I didn't make the deal myself, but... boy, I wish I had.”

Dean opened the car door, teeth gritted. “After you.”

“Such a gentleman.” She was about to get in, but stopped upon seeing an inscription poke out from under the car. “A Devil's Trap? You've got to be kidding me. You stupid, stupid... I should rip you limb from limb.“

“Take your best shot.” Dean retorted almost pleadingly, backing towards the actual trap.

“No. I don't think so. I'm not going to put you out of your misery.”

“Why not?”

“Because your misery's the whole point. It's too much fun to watch. Knowing how your daddy died for you, how he sold his soul. I mean, that's gotta hurt. It's all you ever think about. You wake up and your first thought is, ‘I can't do this anymore.’” Keep with it, Dean. “You're all lit up with pain. I mean, you loved him so much. And it's all your fault. You blew it, Dean! I could have given you what you need.”

“What-“

“You’re not the only one who feels this way. Imagine Ivy Rainer, forced to live the life her dear brother was meant to. You can make a deal on behalf of her, not Evan Hudson. Now those are terms I can negotiate. Your Beanie can be happy, Dean. Have her family back, and she can be whole.” I gasped silently, glancing towards where the box was buried.

“What do I need?”

“Your father. I could have brought him back. Your loss. Seeya, Dean. I wish you a nice long life.” She started to walk away-

“Hold on.” She stopped, smiling.

“You're lucky I've got a soft spot for lost puppies and long faces. I just can't leave you like this. Besides. You didn't call me here to bargain for Evan. Not really.”

“Can you bring him back? My dad?” He asked.

“Of course I can. Just as he was. Your dad would live a long and natural life, like he was meant to. That's a promise.”

“What about me?”

“I could give you ten years. Ten long good years with him. That's a lifetime. The family can be together again. John, Dean, Sammy. The Winchester boys all reunited.“ She walked towards him. “Look. Your dad's supposed to be alive. You're supposed to be dead. So we'll just set things straight, put things back in their natural order. And you get ten extra years on top. That's a bonus.”

Dean turned and walked further away. “You think you could...” He turned to face her, “throw in a set of steak knives?”

She advanced towards him, ”You know, this smart-ass self-defense mechanism of yours...” She stopped, noticing that she was in a Solomon trap. “Dean!”

“Now you’re trapped.” Dean grinned. “That’s gotta hurt. Beanie, you can come out now.” I emerged, holding my book.

“Let me out. Now.” She hissed.

“In a bit. Thanks for the consideration, but if I wanted to make the deal, I’d have done it.” I smirk. “Alright, here’s our terms, because before you walk free, we need to make a deal. Evan walks free, and you call off your hellhounds. Do that, and you walk too.”

“I can't break a binding contract.”

“There’s a difference between ‘can’t’ and ‘don’t want to’; it’ll do you a favour to learn it.” I retorted. “Last chance. Evan and his wife get to live to a ripe old age. Going, going...”

“Let’s talk about this-“

“Ok, gone.” I pulled out a rosary, and she glanced at it.

“What-what are you doing?”

“You’re just going on a trip.” Dean grinned. “Way down south.”

“Forget Evan. Think of your dad. Both of your dads-“

“Regna terrae,” I read, pacing around her. “cantate deo…” I continued reading, watching her shiver and cry out in pain. “in potentis magnife!”

“Release!” She cried, and Dean and I shared a triumphant look. But then she cupped the nape of Dean’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss. I looked away, shutting my book with a snap as he pulled away.

“What was that for?” Dean spat.

“Sealing the deal.”

“I usually like to be warned before I’m violated with demon lips.”

“Evan Hudson is free. He and his wife will live long lives.”

“How do we know you’re not lying?”

“My word is my bond.”

“Oh, really?” I handed Dean the Latin book and the rosary.

“It is when I make a deal. It's the rules. You got what you wanted. Now let me go.” Dean fiddled with the rosary, contemplating it. “You're gonna double-cross me? Funny how I'm the trustworthy one.” She scoffed. “You know, you renege? Send me to hell? Sooner or later I'm gonna climb out, and skinning Evan Hudson will be the first thing that I do.” Dean stashed the rosary, breaking the circle. She stepped out, giving us a look. “I gotta tell you. You would have never pulled that stunt if you knew.”

“Knew what?” I raised an eyebrow.

“About your dads. You should have made that deal. See, people talk about hell, but it's just a word. It doesn't even come close to describing the real thing-“

“Shut your mouth.”

“If you could see your poor daddy? Hear the sounds he makes 'cause he can't even scream?” She sneered to Dean.

He advanced on her. “How about I send you back there?” He growled. She screamed, ichor pouring out of her mouth and flying into the distance. The lady fell, and we caught her, but she looked terrified.

“What... how did I get here?”

“You take care of her.” I sighed. “I’ll bury the box where no one will find it.”

“Sounds like a plan.” He nodded, and started to help the girl away. I looked at the box, digging it up and pocketing Dean’s ID. Then I took out my own, putting it in the box and burying it in the centre of the crossroads.

“You called?” I turned, seeing a male crossroads demon this time, wearing a suit. He had brown hair and clever blue eyes, and he walked up to me. “Oh, I know you. Ivonne Rainer. You’re a celebrity back where I come from.”

“Glad to know.” I retorted. “I want to get back to Sam and Dean before they get suspicious, so let’s get this over with.”

“Damn, you’re more of a sexy woman than you were put out to be.” He smirked, looking me up and down. “If I was human, well, I’d have asked you out. Anyway, what can I do for you?”

“Bring my father back to life. Bottom line. No reviving his corpse, actual, healed, human.”

“I can do that.” He nodded. “Really simple.”

“Good. How many years do you want from me, then?”

“No years.” He glanced down at my neck. “I want that necklace.”

“Why?”

“You don’t need the burden of how many years you have left, you have enough of a weight on your back already.” I thought about it. “Necklace or no necklace?”

I took it off and gave it to him, sighing. “Ok, now kiss me, but make it short and sweet.”

“That takes the fun out of it, but ok.” He kissed me for a millisecond, then winked. “It was fun doing business with you.” He then disappeared, and I walked away, confused.

My necklace?

I had made dinner for the boys, who were eagerly eating it with cups of cocoa by their plates. I sipped one myself, munching on the food.

“This is the best pasta I’ve ever had, Beanie, dear God.” Dean praised through a mouthful of food. “This is heavenly.”

“This is amazing, Ivy.” Sam grinned, sipping his cocoa. Then the doorbell rang, and I stood up, going over to the door while preparing to reach my gun from behind my back, tucked in a holster above the waistband of my shorts. I opened the door, and my heart almost dropped out of my chest.

“Jellybean?” My dad stood there, ruffled hair and all, looking just like the last video he sent me eight years ago. He cupped my cheeks, looking at me with tears in his eyes. His index touched the gap between my eyebrow, complete with a scar in it. “That’s your scar. And your freckles. Yeah, it’s you. It’s really you. But you’re all grown up…” He laughed, wiping a tear off my cheek.

“Dad…” I whispered, throwing my arms around his torso. “You’re here, you’re really here.” He hugged me tightly, smoothing down my hair. Sam and Dean came into the hallway, staring at Dad like they’d seen a ghost. I detached myself, hurriedly drying my tears.

”Who’re these two, jellybean?” Dad asked, looking confused.

“O-Oh, uh… Mr R-Rainer.” Dean stammered. “We didn’t expect to see you here. At all.”

“Come in, sir, make yourself at home.” Sam gulped, giving me a look. “Ivy, we need to talk.”

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Part 38 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

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TW: Walmart Jesus talk

A/N: This is officially the longest chapter I've made. It's got pictures, drama, and turns that I don't think you're ready for. So go to the bathroom, grab a snack and stay hydrated. Happy reading 🩵!

"Mom, you're favorite daughter is here!!" Liz takes my hand and begins dragging me through the house with a child-like smile full of glee.

Y/N POV

Oh, this is going to be a gas, I think to myself as my eyes look back from the twins to Liz to the beautiful house around me. Pictures of childhood memories line the walls of a home I can't wait to see later.

"And who might that be?" We hear an older voice call out as Liz drags me closer and closer to what I can only assume is the kitchen based on the wonderful smell radiating in the air. "Me!!" Liz yells back to her mom Jarnie as we round a corner and spot a busy kitchen with some people I've never met.

Liz drops my hand and runs past two familiar-looking men. One of them is Ash's husband, Louis, who gives me a courtesy wave, and the other is who I can only assume is her biological brother. The man looks up and shoots me a smile before leaning over to say something to the other woman in the kitchen. She quickly turns to me and wipes her hands on her blue apron as Liz finishes up her hug with her mom.

"Hi. I'm Alexis." The woman with the apron moves before me with a warm smile. "Oh, hi, I'm Y/N!" I reach my hand out and let my nerves do the shaking as the man next to her reaches his hand out. "Hi. I'm this one's boyfriend, and those two older brother. I'm Trent." I look behind me to see the twins roll their eyes at their brother. "Nice to meet you!" I say with a smile before holding back some laughter due to Mary-Kate's words, "Oh please, the only thing nice about him is his hot girlfriend." Trent scoffs at this and directs his attention to the duo behind me. "MK, you wouldn't know shit if it hit you in the face."

Without warning, Mary-Kate and Trent begin bickering. Playfully, of course.

Well, I hope it is.

"This happens every year." I turn to my right as Alexis starts leading me away from the bickering siblings, just as Ash joins in. "They love each other dearly. I'm sure you know." I nod my head along and smile as Jarnie yells at the trio to knock it off. When my eyes met Liz's, I couldn't help but laugh as Jarnie covered Liz's ears before yelling at her siblings. She looks like a little kid.

"You guys are cute together." I move my eyes back to Alexis with a raised eyebrow. "Sorry. I- It's just true. Plus, she seems happier than she did last year." Oh? "Last year?" I ask Alexis. "Oh, uh, I shouldn't have said-"

"Babe!" My attention shifts as my smiling girlfriend comes crashing into me, lacing her arm around my body and pulling me closer. "Hi, Alexis! Nice to see you!"

"You as well!" Alexis smiles back. "Is it okay if I steal Y/N? Just real quick?" Liz asks with a smile and squint of the eyes, making me internally laugh. Alexis puts her hands up, mocking defeat. "She's all yours." Oh yes, I am.

"Yes, she is."

Liz utters those three words making my jaw drop, and Alexis' face blush. Neither one of us expected to hear that. But my girlfriend just smiles and starts leading me no less than ten steps to Jarnie, who looks at me with nothing but care in her eyes. "My goodness, Lizard, look at her!"

"Mom-"

"Oh, honey!" Jarnie moves her attention from Liz back to me. "You're beautiful!" Without another moment between us, Jarnie pulls me into a hug before relenting. "Thank you for joining us this year." A smile sneaks onto my face at the sincere words and feeling of love surrounding me. "I was more than happy to come. Honestly." I say truthfully. "I was also going to bring a gift, but Liz fought me on it." I send a confident smile.

Don't get me wrong. I'm terrified to be here. Afraid that something will go wrong. Or I'll open my mouth and insert my foot. But at the same time. Liz was missing home. She tried to hide it the best she could, but I could see it. Between the uptick in calls to her mother and the amount of singing Lizzie would do about songs from her childhood

I would do anything to be here with her now.

Plus, I needed to meet more of her family at some point!

"Oh, nonsense." Jarnie waves her hand. "According to the internet and our Lizard, it appears you're quite busy." I look to Liz, who makes a locking gesture to her lips and shrugs. "Is that what our Lizard is saying?" I peel my eyes back to Liz's mom, who picks up on the looks between her daughter and I. "Yes, contracts for record companies being signed and all that! But frankly, anything to get her to stop talking about her garden all the time" Jarnie then makes a don't tell her look even though Liz very clearly heard her mom. "Mom!"

"Oh, I'm teasing, honey." Jarnie waves her hands at her youngest before grabbing me and positioning me next to her. "Yeah, we're just teasing Lizzie!" A very smug-looking Mary-Kate says as she walks past her sister to the fridge, clearly not knowing what's going on. "Oh, is it teasing Lizzie time?!" Ash chirps, much to Trent's delight and Liz's dismay.

"I say so!" Trent speaks up.

"Baby photos or high school first?!" Mary-Kate excitedly jumps and down, begging me to answer from across the kitchen, while a wide-eyed Liz runs to me and quickly places her hands on my mouth. "Do not answer them. You love me, and it will stay that way!" I can't do anything but laugh through Liz's hands. "Don't do it."

"Lizard, let her speak."

"Mom, she'll betray me! I know that look!" I glance at Jarnie, who shakes her head. "You're right." She says to me. "High school photos first!!" Jarnie says, causing the twins to shriek and run out of the kitchen, spilling water from a freshly made cup. "Mom!!" Liz turns to her mother with a betrayed tone—faking sadness and offense.

"What? Y/N's the one who said it!" I look to Jarnie with Liz's hands still on my mouth. She does nothing but smile and wink. "You'll love them, dear." Without thinking, I try speaking, but nothing but a muffled noise is heard, causing Liz to laugh in defeat before removing her hands. "Thank you, Jarnie," I say with a smile that gets returned. "I bet you look cute!" Liz rolls her eyes and hangs her head as the twins' yells are heard through the house. "Well, thanks, Mom. Let's get this over with.."

"Wait, shouldn't we help?" I look to the remaining food that still needs to be prepped. "Nonsense," Jarnie speaks up. "Alexis and I got it. You're our guest this year. But next year you'll be here next to me. Okay?"

"Yes, ma'am." I nod to Liz's mom, who gives a wink. "Now go see pictures of our Lizard."

I turn back to Liz, who happily grabs my hand and leads me past Trent and Alexis trying to hide their smiles before she turns back to her mother. "I'm still your favorite, though... right?"

This causes me to laugh and wrap my arms around my girlfriend. "Oh, come on. Yes, everyone loves you, Lizzie Olsen! Let's go." I say with a smile as I push through the entryway of the kitchen.

Liz laughs with me as we walk through the house towards the loud twins. "She loves you." I bring my attention from the house's high ceilings back to Liz. "My mom. She already loves you. Plus Trent. I'm surprised he didn't give his big brother/if you hurt her speech." Liz pauses for a moment. "Maybe that's because of what happened at the show." I'm momentarily confused but then remember what happened after my All Eyes On Me performance. "So I guess he already knows you'll do what you can to love and protect his little sister." I smile and wrap my arm around Liz. "I do love her." We slow our walk, and I let Liz's lips plant themselves on me.

"Are you doing okay?" I tilt my head at her question. "I mean, I'm the more outgoing one most of the time in this relationship, but you really turned on the charm in the kitchen. You okay?" Liz smirks while she laces her hands in my own, and I squeeze them, thanking her for her concerns. "Uh.. Don't get me wrong. I'm scared shitless right now." I chuckle. "But it's Thanksgiving. With your family! Today isn't about me. It's about us. And them." I gesture with both our hands together. "The people you love. I'd rather be scared and nervous today than to never do this at all." Liz beams at me and kisses me once again. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"And thank you." "For?" "Being you."

Liz POV

I've been embarrassed and teased, and tricked before.

Yes. Mainly by my sisters. We all know the gum in the hair story.

And I'm not saying everyone hasn't been teased, tricked, and embarrassed because everyone has. Growing up with sisters or not. It's a part of life. It happens whether we want it to or not.

But boy, oh boy, do I want it to stop now.

Because against my wishes, the photo albums and years books were pulled out. The twins started with the college photos. Most of which I'm not proud of, but my sweet Y/N loved them and secretly counted every time I had a joint or cigarette in my hand.

That was thirty minutes ago, and now we've moved on to high school photos.

"Oh, my God!" Y/N yells, snatching another photo Ashley held up to her. "Look at the smile!"

"Look at you!" I smile as Y/N flashes the picture to me before dropping it into my hands as Mary-Kate holds up another one like it's a treat. "Oh my God, You're so cute here, Lizzie!" Ash squeals before flipping the photo over.

Instantly I'm trying to cover it, but Y/N fights me off. "Oh, babe." She says with a laugh. "I can't tell if it's laundry day or you're going through a phase." The twins just about collapse with laughter, practically dying at Y/N's words, clearly hitting it on the head.

Y/N herself bites back her lip before scooting closer to me. "I can tell what phase this is." She whispers, forcing me to snatch the photo from her hands. "It's called being a teenager." Y/N just nods to me and mouths the word sure.

"Oh, look at this one!" My brother shouts from his hovering stance behind the twins. In his hand, I see my high school yearbook. "Trent." I quietly plead, but it's no use because instantly, everyone is gathered around Y/N as Trent shoves the book into her hands.

"Babe." Y/N starts as her finger brushes over the picture. "You're so fucking cute! Your hair is a little frizzy, but Jesus Christ, have you ever had a like bad one? I'm talking awful to look at bad picture taken? Has she?" Y/N looks to the twins and then to me, almost as if she's offended. I don't even get to answer before her ramblings start. "God, it's gonna be so mortifying when I take you to my mom's, and in every picture, I look like I just woke, but I'm also somehow a walking corpse." She sighs. "Meanwhile, you've looked like this for years and years?!"

The rest of her words hit me, and I laughed and smiled along like everyone else, but I focused on what she said. "when I take you to my mom's."

My heart warms up at that.

It's evident to Y/N and myself that we're in this relationship for the long haul, but explicit and fine details have never been discussed. Family visits and trips for the next year or two had never been discussed until very recently. So the fact that Y/N is already thinking and joking about the future in which I see her baby and high school photos makes me melt.

That might not seem like a big deal from the outside looking in, but to the two of us, bringing someone home means a lot, especially after what we've been through.

You all know.

"I'm sure you'll look cute," I say as I pull myself back from getting lost in her eyes. But Y/N rolls them to me. "Notice how you said cute and not gorgeous."

"Babe, stop!"

"Oooh, fight. Fight. Fight!" I look to the twins, who are eagerly looking back at Y/N and me, waiting for this to turn into something bigger. Y/N just laughs and shakes her head. "No fighting here, blondes." "Boo!" Mary-Kate speaks up before her eyes focus back on the stack of pictures while Y/N closes the yearbook. "Hey." I quickly grab her hand. "You're beautiful." And thankfully, Y/N blushes and kisses my hand.

"So are you. I have pictures to prove it." She holds up another and smiles. I gently take it from her. "You and every sapphic lover out there."

Y/N's mouth drops. "What- how- yo-" She stumbles over her words, making Trent laugh as he's quietly watched before returning to his phone. "You know. I think I have to put parental controls on your phone." Y/N squints, but I shrug and look over to Ash, who has heart eyes at what she just witnessed. I also see Ash look at Y/N, who is now helping MK try and find even younger pictures of me, before her eyes focus back to me.

"She's perfect for you." She mouths.

"I know." I mouth back.

"Oh hey guys, we should clean up. Dads is almost here." Trent bursts the bubble of memories we're locked in as he locks his phone and puts it into his pocket. I move my head to Y/N, who moves hers from Trent to me. Everyone else in the room wouldn't notice it, but I do. The strong confidence she's been exuding falters slightly.

I go to speak, but before I can even scoot myself closer to Y/N, the twins begin piling up every photo and yearbook to make it appear as if they were never here. "We can look later!" Mary-Kate tells us as she runs to put them away. Ash running behind her to head to the nearest bathroom. When I turn around to Trent, he's already gone back to the kitchen. Leaving Y/N and I.

"They wasted no time.." Y/N nervously laughs. "They.." I lean closer to my girlfriend. "Trent and the twins grew up.. a little more.. differently than I did." I watch as a quizzical look morphs onto Y/N's face. "Differently?" I nod. "More prim and proper." I husk out, which causes a smile to form on Y/N's face. "What?" I ask as the smile turns to laughter. "Well, babe. I've gathered that. But from what I just witnessed." She gestures with her hands. "You would think it was more.. militant."

I make ah sound, but don't argue with Y/N's word choice. "He's a man of respect. Give it, earn it, or don't bother." I pause and see Y/N slowly nod. "But trust me. He loves us and wants what's best for us. It just.. can take a while. Okay?" Without saying it, I'm confirming and trying to keep calm with what we both fear—the possibility of my Dad, David Olsen.. disliking.. my girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N.

"Okay." Y/N takes her hand in mine. "I remember the first day you met my mom, so if I go through the day without crying over tea. We can count it as a win." Y/N squeezes my hand as I remember that day and fall into the crook of her neck. "Oh, God."

Y/N POV

"Alright, they're pulling up!" Mary-Kate yells from the front door and acts like she isn't just peeking out the window. Ash standing right behind her, making the same look. "Girls, get over here and quit freaking Y/N out!" Jarnie yells as she exits the kitchen for the first time today. Well, she went to the dining room to drop some food off earlier, but those places are one in the same. "You two do this every year. It's just your father and siblings. No need to get so crazy about it."

"But-" MK starts but quickly stops as she and Ash step away from the door. "Come on, guys," Liz speaks up and wraps her arm around each sister. It makes me laugh because of the height difference between the three of them. "Don't." MK glares at me before Liz covers her eyes, laughing.

"Knock knock!" The front door slowly opens as a younger male opens the door. Clearly not David, so this must be... Jake! That's his name! "Come on in, hun!" Jarnie makes her way past us to greet the remaining Olsens. "Jarnie, good to see you as always!" Jarnie makes a comment back to Jake as he smiles and makes his way down the line that all of us happen to be standing in. The twins, Liz and I being last.

"Jake, I'd like you to meet Y/N. My girlfriend!" Jake extends his hand with a smile. "Nice to meet you! Court has mentioned you before and sent me your TikTok's. Very talented."

Oh? I didn't realize Courtney had seen them, much less shared them.

Jake keeps shaking my hand as he continues talking about music and how TikTok has been helping all kinds of artists find their base. So he's excited to see what I got coming up. I agree with him, but I would like my hand back at some point. It appears Liz finally catches on and speaks up. "Jake. Her hand." She says with a friendly smile causing him to look down, embarrassed. "Sorry. I was shaking your hand too long." I nod with a laugh. "That's okay. And thank you. It's nice to meet you! We can chat later."

As Jake scurries to put away the bottle of wine he brought, I glance towards the front door, and I see a tall, grey-haired man finishing up a conversation with Jarnie. Both leaving it with smiles. "Chat later?" Liz asks with a smirk. "Shh." I roll my eyes.

"Hi, Dad!" Trent greets his father with a bear hug before David moves on to the twins, who quickly chat up their dad as Liz laces her fingers in mine. "Where's Courtney?" Ash asks, catching Liz and mines attention. "Oh, she's outside talking with her.. friend," David answers with a sheepish look that I catch. "Well, we're happy everyone could make it!" MK speaks up, obviously catching the vibe. "Yes. Yes, of course." David speaks as he moves to Liz and I. "Speaking of hiya Lizard!" David goes for a bear hug like he did with Trent but only gets a half hug in return since Liz refuses to let go of my hand. This earning a look at our intertwined hands. "Dad." Liz starts. "This is Y/N. My lovely girlfriend."

For the first time since entering the house, David's eyes meet my own. He nods his head and simply speaks as if I were a business deal.

"David Olsen. Elizabeth's Father." He extends his hand directly to the one holding Liz's. I feel as if everyone's eyes are on us. Without a shared word between us, Liz loosens her hand so I can let her go too firmly. And I mean firmly shake David's hand. "Y/N Y/L/N. Lizard's girlfriend."

From the corner of my eye, I can see Jarnie, Mary-Kate, and Ashley's smiles spread.

"So I've heard." David drops my hand and adverts his attention as Jake comes back into the room with a scotch in hand. "Ah, thank you, Jake." He grasps the glass from his son's hand and steps aside. "Much needed." He says after taking a long sip. "Jarnie, could you go get Court, please," David speaks to his ex-wife, who is already waving her hands at him as she made that decision first. "Nurse, your scotch." She says, earning a laugh from the twins as they separate to freshen up. Liz is momentarily ushered away by Trent. "Okay, bye." Those two words drop with sarcasm while I wave while avoiding the burning holes in my head.

"Here." I turn to my right to see Alexis with a glass of white wine. "For the... nerves." She so kindly says. "Thank you," I reply with my own long and strong sip. "Everyone goes through it," Alexis whispers to me when she raises her glass. I give her a look to make sure we're talking about the same thing.

We are.

"Wine?" Alexis rapidly changes the subject as someone appears behind me. "Please." My Liz begs. "One minute." Alexis departs with a strong sip of her own.

"I can't believe him."

I turn to my left to see Liz with a tight jaw boring holes into the her father's head. If looks could kill. I sigh and open my mouth."Liz-" "Trent had the audacity to give me the give it time talk." Hmm. "Fuck that." Liz practically snarls. "Give me your hand." I don't even get a second before our hands are tied together once again. "These." She squeezes our hands. "Don't get separated for the rest of the day." "Liz-" I start again but get interrupted by Jarnie opening the door with a very wide smile. Courtney and her friend, as David put it.

"Hey, everyone!!" Courtney beams to all of us. "This is Ness!" She kisses her cheek and wraps an arm around a shorter dyed black-haired cardigan-wearing woman. "Not only a friend." She emphasizes. "But my girlfriend!" Ness shyly waves, clearly not expecting all of us to be gathered in one of the living rooms. "Hi." Everyone, including myself, send warm smiles as Courtney pulls Ness further into the house. Jarnie watching Ness with care, just as she did with me.

At least I'm not the only new person this holiday.

"Oh my God, Lizzie, you brought her!!" Courtney screams as she hugs her older sister. "So nice to see you again, Y/N! Ness, this is Y/N!" Ness looks me up and down, confused, before a light bulb goes off. "Oh?! The one from the show you went to?!" Courtney nods. "Wow. Courtney and I love your music so far!"

"So far?" I tease, earning a laugh from Court and Ness. "It's nice to meet you."

"You as well."

"So Ness, how long have you and Court been together?" Liz asks as everyone begins to shuffle around the house. "Couple of months. Although we can't agree on when we started dating exactly." Courtney laughs while nudging Ness. "Only because this one thinks our first night in Mexico was our first date, but it was obviously the Tuesday at Al's before we even left," Ness speaks before Court pecks her lips to get her to stop. "Mexico or some restaurant called Al's. Tell me, which one sounds more romantic?" Court asks Liz and me as we find ourselves in the kitchen. Again.

"Mexico." Liz and I say at the same time. "Unbelievable." Ness' head and shoulders drop. "Anyways." Court wraps her arms around Ness as Alexis drops off more glasses of wine. "What's new between you two."

Where do we start?

"Oh, girls, save that talk for the table. It'll only be a couple more minutes."

"Of course, Mama J," Courtney speaks for the group. "Shall we?" Liz takes my hand and leads me to the elegant dining room. Clearly, a lived in space, but no one eats here regularly. "Mom, what's up with the name plates?"

"I thought it might be fun this year. What with our new guest and all." Jarnie nods towards Ness and me, whose nameplates happen to be right next to each other. On the other side of me is Liz. Of course. "Ah, no fair!" Mary-Kate whines, finding her spot. "I always sit next to Ashley. I sit next to her every day. Can I switch? Who wants to switch?"

"No switching. Now stop it." Jarnie lightly smacks Mary-Kate's head, earning a quiet "ow" from the blonde as the rest of us begin to sit down.

Jarnie and David are at each end of the table. On either side of David is Trent and Alexis.

Next to Trent is Louis, Ashley, Mary-Kate, and Jake

Next to Alexis is Courtney, Ness, myself, and Liz.

"Alright, Y/N, would you like to say, Grace?" Mary-Kate calmly asks me. Grace? Do they do that? "Mary-Kate." Liz sighs as Ash slaps her twin. "Wow, real violence going on today!" MK rubs where she got hit.

"Serves you right." Jarnie scolds her daughter as she turns to me. "We don't do that. Feel free to do it if you want, or start piling up your plate."

"Piling up my plate sounds good." Jarnie nods back and turns to Liz and not so quietly says. "Have I mentioned that I like her?"

Liz POV

I'm glad to be back home.

I love working, and Texas has been fun, but Y/N was right. I was missing my family and home a lot more than I realized. Because of this: Mary-Kate making a mashed potato mountain while Courtney scolds her for not doing it right. Alexis sharing embarrassing stories of Trent we haven't heard before. Or Ness leaning over to Y/N and I to joke about the twins. This. This is what I love. The fun of it all. The care and joy. Family.

A real Vin Diesel moment.

Don't tell Y/N I watched Fast and Furious without her, by the way.

Anyways I wasn't kidding when I said Y/N's and mines hand were going to be tied together all day. However, if it were up to me, we'd still be doing it, but it was making grabbing the bowls of food passed around very difficult. And eating, for that matter.

"Till after we eat." Y/N convinced me.

Trust me. I know it's a little ridiculous to practically hold someone's hand hostage all day, all because of things my Dad technically hasn't even voiced yet. But I wasn't going to let my father be immediately defensive to Y/N, myself, or Court and Ness, for that matter.

"Wait, what?" Y/N's shocked and open jaw makes me hide my laugh.

"Did you not know?" Ash looks puzzled before her, and my girlfriend's eyes are looking at me. I playfully smile and shrug. "Babe... is there something you'd like to say?"

"Alright, I know Spanish, so what."

"You didn't think to bring that up to your girlfriend?"

"Yeah! You didn't think to bring that up to me?! Like ever!" I shrug again. Enjoying the amused and flabbergasted looks. "I don't believe you," Y/N states as she returns to shoving turkey in her mouth. "There's no way this hasn't come up!" Mary-Kate tries to reason but to no avail.

"So you've been watching me do Duolingo for months and have said nothing?" Y/N breaks after a brief moment of silence. "Nothing?!"

"You never asked for help." I tease, earning a groan. "Also, I thought you've been doing very well, mi amor."

"Gracias." Y/N tries her best to look at me upset but fails as soon as I lean into her and leave a peck.

"Mi corazón."

"Huh?"

"Oh, haven't gotten there yet, huh?" Y/N shakes her head. "Tell me." I keep my face from breaking into a wide grin at the new game I'm going to play. "No."

"Oh, come on." I shake my head. "And no one better help or tell her what it means." I direct to the table and see phones quickly being out away. "That means you, MK."

"Oh, come on." She whines exactly like Y/N. Earning a chorus of laughs around the table.

"So Y/N." My father speaks to Y/N for the first time all meal. Mind you. Enough time has elapsed that some of us are on our second plates myself, Court, Mom, and Alexis. While some are on their third. Trent and Jake. "From what some of the group here and what Courtney have told me. You're quite popular. Talented even." All conversations quiet down, and eyes divert between my father and my girlfriend.

"Oh well." I lay my left hand on Y/N's knee to let her know I'm here no matter how much charisma and confidence she's had it in herself today. "I wouldn't say popular-"

"You held a show right here in LA not too long ago, no?"

"Well, yes, but-" "That certainly sounds like someone who's popular. Talented. Not some nobody. Are you a nobody?" I squeeze Y/N's knees as the clanging of my father's silver wear hits his dish.

"No, but-"

"Do you see yourself having a future? Being somebody?" "Sir, with all due respect-" In an instant, I watch my father move on.

"How about you, Ness?" Y/N looks back at me, mouth agape. "David!" My mom speaks out while throwing her serviette to the ground. "Stop this."

"Jarnie, please."

"Dad!" The twins speak up as I squeeze Y/N's knee again. "Stop this game your playing, or listen to what these young ladies have to say."

"J, what's there to say?" A beat. Confused looks all around. "You know, Lizard." My father draws his eyes back to me. Without removing her eyes from him, Y/N lays her hand on my knee. "What happened with Robbie? I know that Robbie upset you last year-"

"Stop." I close my eyes, hoping he'll listen. "But he knew-"

"Dad, please stop." I can feel Y/N tense as she squeezes my knee again.

"Dad, stop!" Ash speaks as I begin to block out what our father is saying.

Y/N POV

I visibly watch Liz tune out what's happening around here. She's an actress, so it appears she's listening, but I see her. I know her. She's hurting, and the mood for today is ruined.

I lean into her hold and grab her chin gently in my hand, turning her to see me ignoring her father's look. "Hey. It'll be okay." Liz smiles at me and holds back the tears in her eyes. Jarnie watches this interact with a clenched jaw, not at us but at her ex-husband.

"Enough!!" Jarnie shouts out over everyone as she pulls her youngest close. Liz wrapping our hands together. "David Olsen, you've upset everyone with your yammering and condescending questions and statements. Kindly stop it and apologize or leave."

"Jarnie-" David scoffs at this, and I feel Liz tense under my hand again. "David!" Liz sighs- "Dad, stop!" She stands up and yells at her father, surprising everyone.

"What are you doing? Why are you doing this? Just stop it. Stop thinking you know everything or that you have a clue about our relationships or lives! You only know about shit that's going on if Mom tells you or Court and Jake decide to fill you in!" Jarnie places her hand on Liz's arm as Liz stops to catch her breath and wipes some tears that have begun trailing her cheeks. "For the love of God, stop saying the name Robbie. He doesn't exist to us. I don't care what you think, you know, because whatever it is. It's wrong. He and I broke up. He fucked up again and again. And before you start bringing up last year this and last year that. Just stop." Liz sways a bit as she stamps her foot. "God, Dad, do you even know why I was so upset last year?" She sniffles. "Do you even care?"

"Honey-"

Liz places her hand up. "I was upset because that morning, I had gotten my period. After days of bated breath, this was the sign that I wasn't pregnant."

W-What?

I didn't know that.

I feel time halting as my breathing slows as I look around the room. It's clear that no one knew of this except the twins. Their eyes scurrying away from my own.

"But fuck- I- I wasn't upset because I wasn't pregnant. In fact, I was happy. Ecstatic even." My girlfriend chuckles through her sore, sobbed throat. "I was happy. And it felt so wrong to be so happy th-that I twisted myself up into this knot, and I just let myself... go." Liz's lips tremble as she fights for control. "All morning, I just let my body feel. All the emotions. The anger and sadness and the-that fucking happiness that I was putting on myself!" Liz takes a deep breath and lets go of my hand to push her hair out of her face. And I don't know if it was the anger of the weight of it all, but that's when I saw how horrible her hands were shaking and shaking more than the last leaf on a snow-covered tree. I reach up and grab her hand once more. Kissing it. Letting her know I'm here.

The only indication I know that Liz is aware of everyone else in the room is the light squeeze I feel on my fingers.

"But the guilt I felt for feeling how I goddamn felt. Me. The person that would've had to carry it. The person whose body would've been forever changed. My feelings were amped up by the person everyone should live up to, apparently. Robbie Arnett." I turn my head to David for the first time since Liz stood up. Guilt and regret are apparent on his face, but his eyebrows are furrowed, and his eyes remain stoic.

"He wanted kids and that future right then and there. So imagine the hurt I felt. Imagine the look on his face when I laid out everything for him. Okay?" She sniffles again, pushing her pink nose up. "Now imagine when he says nothing. Okay? Now imagine when he starts talking, but those words turn spiteful. Okay? Can you do that? Can you fucking do that, Dad?" Liz picks up her wine glass and rapidly downs it before throwing it into the middle of the table. "I knew that something was happening to our relationship even before that moment. But last year. The same day you want to bring up Dad. That was when I stopped loving Robbie Arnett."

Liz blinks some more tears away before looking around the room. "It was going to happen. And I'm glad it did." The soft tone in which Liz speaks makes me think that it she is talking about isn't her relationship with Robbie. "Excuse me." Liz covers her mouth and bolts from my grip. Running out of the dining room before I can even grasp what transpired in the last couple of minutes. But her footsteps are upstairs and long gone.

The twins hot on her trail, leaving a coat of silence in the large dining room—the quiet air being broken up by my own movement. My body and mind racing and going into autopilot.

Find your Liz.

"Honey.." Jarnie whispers while reaching her hand out to me, forcing me to look at her. Tears fill her eyes.

Mine too.

"Why don't you go check on her. Okay?" I nod, and I don't want to, but I do it anyways. I look into the direction of what caused this eventful meal.

The heads of the side of the table follow my look.

David is leaning back into his chair at the head of the table, looking out the window into the green backyard. I force myself to hold in the scoff.

"Go, Y/N," Court says, sending me a flat-line white people smile. With that, I force my legs to walk away from this. From everything that just happened. "Check upstairs," Jarnie informs me as I walk by her. "Thank you," I reply, only earning a wave of the hand.

"Just hug my Lizard. Please."

"Of course," I answer truthfully, and just as my body leaves the room, I begin to hear the shouting of multiple people.

"She locked herself in there," Ash says to me with trembling lips. "We're pretty sure we heard her throw up, but she won't answer us," Mary-Kate adds while she comforts her sister. "She just got her so fast."

Here. A hallway with a bonus room and a bedroom are at the end of it. One-half bath in between. Where Liz is now. "Okay." I squeak out. Still reeling from EVERYTHING I just learned. "We're sorry," Mary-Kate says as she looks down ashamed. Ash nodding in agreement. "Sorry? What are you sorry for?" I shake my head, trying to focus myself. "For what Dad- David said." Ash corrects. "I swear I've never seen him act like that. Well, to that extent." Mary-Kate says and groans before trying the bathroom handle again. "Lizzie, come on. Unlock the door. Y/N's here." She rushes through her words as the guilt eats her up.

But it's not her fault. Or Ashley's. Or anyone at that table's fault whose name doesn't start with a D.

"Babe. I'm here." I clear my throat and stand next to MK. "Open up. We don't have to talk about anything. I need to know you're alright." Nothing. Followed by nothing. I press my ear against the door, and aside from the hum of the house, I can hear what sounds like whispers. Repeating whispers. I pull my head back from the door and gently try the handle again, but it's still locked. The twins look at me curiously as I examine the door.

"Babe, like I said, we don't have to talk, okay? But I'd like to say some things. It's just you and me. Okay?" I raise my arm and shoo the twins away. Obviously, earning a shaking of the head, but I persist. "It'll be okay." I mouth to the duo, who eventually agree with their heads and make themselves home at the end of the hallway. "Okay, now it's just us." I start with a slight chuckle while feeling lost, nervous, and confused about today means for the greater scheme of things.

"I love you. I love you so much, Liz... and I'm- I.." I lean my head against the door while my hands grip the frame. "I'm sorry dinner took a turn, to say the least. But it wasn't your fault." I swallow. "Nothing that happened today or yesterday, or last year was your fault. Because you're perfect, I'm not just saying that to make you feel better or to open this door." I add a small laugh. "I'm saying it because I believe it. I believe in you. I believe you all the time. I believe you when you tell me I look pretty, even when I just woke up. I believe you when you say you like my smile, even though I've always hated it. I believe you when you tell me about your nightmares, no matter how silly and plant-based they are." I press my ear against the door again, hearing a hushed giggle. "I- I also believe you when.." I sigh, still wrapping my head around this.

"I also believe you'd make a great mom someday." A smile creeps onto my face, just imagining it. "And I believe you when you say you were happy about the outcome last year because there's nothing wrong with that. Nothing. You're allowed to feel however you want to feel. No one should tell you differently. You can always choose what you want. You want to cry. You want to laugh. Say Yes. Say No. You name it. Because no matter what, Liz, at the end of the day, it's your life... your choice. I'm just so happy, and I feel so lucky to get to be a part of it. I'm sorry I wasn't sooner.. and Liz, I believe you deserve nothing but support and love all the time. So.." I lean away from the door. "So, Liz, please open the door so I can take care of you right now."

Silence.

And then click.

I'm a little stunned to hear the door being unlocked, that it takes me a second to turn the handle. But the door slowly opens to reveal my shaking girlfriend sitting atop the toilet. Makeup ruined. Her eyes void of the striking green. They've turned red from her hot tears. However, she's still beautiful. She always will be.

"Hey.." I slowly walk in and close the door behind me. Locking it so the twins don't barge in. Liz lifts her face up to me; she goes to smile, but it falters as more tears slip out. "Oh, Liz." I quickly grab the towel off the rack and wet it to wipe her face and chin. Once that's done, I kneel before her and wrap my arms around her. Muffling her cries as her head buries into the crook of my neck. "I'm here," I whisper into her head, earning a nod as she quiets down.

"Come here." I pull her into me as I maneuver my legs under me. I fall back onto my butt while Liz places her weight on top of me. So now we're both just lying on the floor up against the wall. Well, I am, and Liz has her head on my chest. Luckily I know the floor is clean. "I-I'm sorry." Liz sobs into my chest adding new cracks into my breaking heart. "Hey." I kiss her head and pull her closer. If possible. "You have nothing to be sorry for. Nothing." I whisper. "Did you not hear me through the door?"

Liz's sniffles crawl to a stop, and after what feels like a few minutes, she speaks up. "I love your smile." She lifts her head off my chest and looks at me. "You're right. I love your smile even though you hate it." I smile at seeing hers. "There it is." Liz lightly laughs and wipes off the stray tears she has on her face.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

I rise to my feet and help Liz onto the toilet seat again. Grabbing a new rag from Underneath the sink to clean up her trail-stained red cheeks and puffy eyes. "Don't worry. You still look beautiful." I wink at my girlfriend, that looks up at me with nothing but care. "Are you okay?" Liz closes her eyes as I wipe them. "No," I answer honestly. "I'm mad and upset by your fathers' actions. They hurt you. And my feelings. Probably Courts and Ness'." I rant.

"I understand." Liz sighs as I drop the hand towel in her hands. "I hate him." She concludes. "Li-" "No. I do. He disrespected us all. I've never seen him act like that! And what was up with the vague homophobia?? He's known about Court for the last two months? We've been in the news! I don't get it." Liz grips onto the sides of the sink and hangs her head.

"Do you hate me?"

I look at Liz in the mirror as if she's turned blue and grown 7 feet. "What?" I watch her hands let go of the sink and wrap themselves around one another in front of her stomach. She's anxious.

"Why would I hate you?" I question and bring myself closer to her. Liz opens her mouth before giving up on her words and shrugging, making me shake my head.

"Liz, I know you were listening earlier, so listen again. I could never hate you. Could I be annoyed or slightly frustrated? Sure. Has that happened yet? No, never." Nice safe. "So it stands to reason that I could never hate you. I don't want that thought to ever cross your mind. Ever. You're an Angel on earth."

"Do you still want kids someday?"

I look Liz up and down, catching her hand placement this time. I move gently into her space and grab her hands to lace them in mine. "With you? Of course."

Liz lets out a relieved sigh/laugh. "I'll never forget when you blurted that question out in the New York apartment." I laugh back. "I don't know what possessed me to do that."

We stand like that for a few minutes more. But for Liz, I'd stop the world and stand here forever.

After leaving the bathroom to find the twins on the floor with tears in their eyes, claiming that they weren't listening to our private conversation (liars), we made it back to the site of the crime. To find everyone there but one person.

"He's in the study upstairs," Jarnie says before anyone of us even thinks about asking. "Why is he still here?" Mary-Kate sternly asks her mom. "We don't want him here. He ruined the day." Ash backs up her twin and returns to Louis side. They're cute. "Lizard.." Jarnie walks up to her youngest and wraps her up. "I love you. No matter what. You know this, honey." Jarnie rubs her hands up and down Liz's back. "Do you want to..."

"Y/N." I pull my attention from Liz and her mother to Courtney on my left. "Hi." She shyly looks at me. "Umm, look, we're going to talk to Lizzie as well, but Jake and myself and, uh, Trent are just horribly sorry for how our father acted. Like he's-" "Never acted like that." I finished her sentence for her. "I've heard."

"Right. We're just so so sorry. We all love you and think you're wonderful, and oh god, I had all this to say-" I look back to see the twins now joining Liz in her convo with her mom.

"The study." Court looks at me, puzzled. "The study?" She asks, and I nod. "The upstairs study. Where is it?"

The lightbulb goes off above Court. "Up the stairs. Right hallway. Second door on the left."

"Thanks." I nod at her instructions and start working my way out of the kitchen, passing my lovely girlfriend with a kiss on the head. "Babe?" I turn back to face her when she grabs my hand. "Where are you going?" She knows. "Liz-" "No." "Liz, I want to speak to him." "No." She grips me harder. "Stop, let's just leave." I shake my head to her as Liz's sisters and mother watch us. "No. I'm sorry, Liz, but I'm not letting this go without speaking to him. He doesn't get to push anyone of us like that." "But-" She loosens her grip on me. "No buts, babe. I love you and respect everyone here, but I respect myself too. Maybe not all the time," I squeak out a laugh. "Okay. I love you too. Be careful."

"Always." I kiss her head and give a nod to the twins. "Y/N?" Jarnie calls out to me just as my foot hits the bottom step. "Yes?"

"Thank you for being there for her. In more ways than one." Jarnie covers her mouth, her hand as if debating something. "The first Thanksgiving, our Lizard, brought someone home, it was a blonde hair man whose name I forget, and I didn't like him all that much. No one really did, but we played nice for her sake, and we wanted what made her happy. But he came and went... Then Robbie happened. And he was a nice change of pace for her. Kind and caring, but something was missing that David and I couldn't put a finger on. But once again. We just wanted what made her happy." Jarnie stops as she walks closer to me, taking my hands in her own. "Today." She starts. "Today, I saw her eyes shine, and her smile shine brighter than ever before. You're right for her. Everyone here can see that. Including David." I tilt my head a bit at that last word. "No, I know. That sounds ridiculous, but I think it's true. He doesn't want Lizzie to be hurt again. He's a scared old man." She laughs. "But how he treated you and Ness, for that matter, is unacceptable. So when you get done yelling or talking or knocking him a new one, find me so I can do it as well. Okay?"

I laugh and smile at Jarnie. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Oh, stop with the Ma'am. You're going to be family soon enough. Mama J is fine." She pulls me into a hug that has the warmth of a loving mother. "Family?" I question. Mama J nods. "When you and Lizard are ready, you have my wishes."

Shocked isn't a big enough word to describe how I'm feeling. "Oh wow. Thank you! Thank you. Liz and I haven't even been together that long, and we have our whole careers and everything plus-" "Dear." She stops me. "It doesn't have to be tomorrow. I just don't see you going anywhere anytime soon. You and Lizard have already been through what most people go through in a lifetime. So I have faith. No, go upstairs. He's probably brooding." She pats my shoulders and heads down the hallway towards the bathroom Liz was held up in earlier.

Sensing someone watching me, I move my gaze to them. I see Liz watching me with a smile I've missed over the last half hour. "Did you hear all that?" I asked with a hushed whisper.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She replies in the same manner. "Uh-huh." I playfully roll my eyes and head up the stairs. In less than forty steps, I'm up the stairs and down the hall in front of the study. I stand there staring at the dark oak door breathing in and out. Calming my nerves that are making their appearance once again.

"Let's fucking do it." I knock on the door and twist the handle to open it.

"Mr. Olsen?" I ask I my eyes scan the darken room. Bookshelves and paintings line the wall. Amazement and wonder fill my eyes, and I'd love this room. On some other day. Because right now, I'm here for the man sitting in the brown leather chair. What appears to be a first-edition book of some kind in his hand.

"I'd like to discuss what happened downstairs." I firmly imply as I close the door behind me and stagger my steps to behind the chair oppose of Liz's father. "How so?" He closes the book and lets it rest on the table next to him giving me his full undivided attention for the first time today. "I'd like to know why you did what you did," I state, earning a Hmm.

"What was it that I did?" He's baiting me. "Mr. Olsen, I would just like an explanation as to why what happened. Happened. Was it something I did or didn't do?" He remains silent. "Is the fact that two of your daughters and I can't believe I'm saying this are in a same-sex relationship?"

"Don't be so naive, Y/N." He leans back into his chair. "Excuse me?" I say.

"I don't care if my daughters have, as you put it, a same-sex relationship." I lean forward. "Then what was that?"

"What was what? What did I do?"

I clench my jaw as he goes to pick up his book. Fuck it.

"Okay. Sir. You want to know what you did. What you already know." He closes his book once again and looks up at me. "You just pushed and pushed Liz to embarrass and humiliate herself out there in front of the people she loves most. And whether you like it or not, as you so claim, I'm on that list of people. Now are there days where I feel as if I don't deserve it? Sure. I'm sure you love to hear that." I stand away from the chair and let my feet guide myself around the room. "But that doesn't mean I don't love and care for your daughter every goddamn day as if she created the very ground I walk on. And I know. I know you love every single one of your children. You want what's best for them, like every parent should, whether they're blonde-haired assholes or guys who give her the world only to rip it away again and again. However, how you acted downstairs makes me think otherwise." I point my finger. "I'm better than both of those guys will ever be, by the way. Oh! Also. Liz talked about how you're a man of respect. You earn it, give it, or don't bother, right? So where was my right to earn it in your eyes today? Or Ness, for that matter. She and I had today to make you see how much we love your daughters, and you couldn't bother. Everyone else could. But not you? What is this a test." Mr. Olsen stands for the first time since I walked into the room. It throws me off a little, but I don't stop.

"And just so you know, I have worked my ass off to even be where I'm at today. These last few months haven't been easy, but I'm here. I'm a fucking artist now. And no, your daughter didn't do anything for me except support me. So before you go off thinking I'm only with her for money or notoriety, that's the furthest thing from the truth. I didn't even know who she fucking was till after we slept together!"

Okay, I should've kept that last one in.

I stop myself and look at the man I've been yelling at. "I'm sorry." I freeze, realizing the words that just left my mouth. "No, wait, no, I'm not. I'm not sorry. You treated me like dirt so I could yell at you and tell you that I love your daughter and that I don't plan on going anywhere."

The silence that follows speaks for itself the longer it goes on.

"I just want what's best for Lizzie." Her father breaks the tension in the room as he leans himself against what looks to be a hundred-year-old desk. "I do too." As if that's not obvious, I want to add on but refrain from doing so. "I respect you for coming up and laying into me; however, how you did so was only because of my arrogance, and for that, I'm sorry."

I don't say anything.

"Now.." David takes a pause as he pushes himself off the desk. "I don't know if you're the one for my daughter. You appear to be so." Here we go. "You make her happier than anybody I've ever seen. I would hate for her to lose that." Implying I would do something to hurt Liz. "I understand." I extend my hand to him. He looks down at it and shakes it as I open my mouth. "However, I can't accept your apologies. You hurt your daughters' feelings and my own today. I know you're a smart man. Capable of reading the room and the emotions within it. I thought what you did knowing that was mean. So thank you for your respect and for letting me know how happy I make my own girlfriend, but I don't need your respect for myself. I only need your acceptance for Liz's sake."

"I see."

"So once you apologize to your daughters and to Ness, then I'd love to sit down with you and talk about everything under the sun. Once again, thank you." Without another word, I drop his hand and turn my body to head out the door. Mr. Olsen doesn't stop me.

Liz POV

We all look up as we hear the study room door close. Yes, all. All of us who surround the table now stand at the bottom of the stairs.

Y/N appears from the top of the stairs, not with tears in her eyes or a clenched jaw but with a look of pride? Yeah, pride. "Hey, everyone." She smiles as she descends the stairs. "So!? How'd it go." Jake speaks up. Out of everyone, he was surprisingly really nervous for Y/N and made that known to me when he noticed Y/N was missing moments ago. "Umm.." Y/N plants herself in front of me, and behind the pride on her face, I see exhaustion taking over.

This day ruined us.

"It was informative." She decides.

"We thought we heard yelling," Ashley says as she earns a slap on the arm from Mary-Kate. I ignore them as I wrap my arms around Y/N. "It's true," I add. "Maybe a little." Y/N turns to my mom.

"If you want to go up, you can."

"Oh, honey, I will soon enough. Before we leave."

"Leave?" Y/N questions. "We're going to my- our house." I correct myself. "Our home here. To finish the rest of this day. Dessert. Board games. Movies. Nap somewhere in all of that." I do my best to smile as Y/N doesn't say anything, but I can tell she's thinking. "Is that what you want?" She asks. I honestly want this day to be over. I would have loved to stay here curled up on the couch after stuffing my face more, but the thought of staying in this house longer than an hour after being forced to share things I never wanted to again makes me sick.

"Yeah. Family bonding."

"Okay. Then su-" The upstairs study room door closes again. "Lizard." My father calls out to me as my mother and Y/N move themselves before me. "David, how about some other time? The girls are exhausted."

"It won't take long." He argues. I wrap my hand around Y/N's and pull it as we leave the foyer to go to the kitchen. Ignoring my dad's eyes and pleads. "Did he apologize to you?" I ask Y/N as I begin packing the Tupperware full of food into a tote bag. "Yes and no." She says. "Babe, what are you doing?"

"Is he homophobic now?"

"No. Just old. Babe stop. You shouldn't be doing this. You're exhausted." She takes the bag from my hand and places it down on the counter. "I hate him." I reaffirm as Trent walks into the kitchen. "Lizzie." I hold up my hand to my brother. "Don't."

"He wants to talk to you. Apologize." Trent looks at me so seriously it makes me laugh. No, really, it makes me laugh. I cover my face with my hands to stop myself from crying as I do my best to keep my smile. "No."

"No?" Trent asks as the twins enter the kitchen now. Moving past our brother to help with the loading of the food.

"No, he doesn't get to just apologize."

"Lizzie, I don't think it's like that."

"I don't care what you think it's like, Trent." I fully turn away from the counter to look at my brother. "I don't care what Dad wants to say or do. He should've done right earlier or not shown up today. So it's too little too late." I turn back to Y/N and my sister, who each have a bag around their arms. "Let's go." I muster out as I avoid the concerned look from Y/N.

Trent moves out of our way. "You can tell Dad I don't want to speak to him. I don't want to hear from him. Tell him I said no. No is a full sentence."

Dec. 31st, 2021

Missed Calls Dad (2)

New Voicemail: Hey, kiddo. I see I missed you again. Umm. I just wanted to call and let you know that I wish you and Y/N a happy new year considering I won't be staying up. Everyone here misses you. Me included. Umm, anyways, so long. Love you, Lizard.

I drop my phone from my ear and onto the bathroom counter. As you can tell, I haven't spoken with my father since Thanksgiving. It hasn't been hard to avoid him, but it can't exactly be easy.

"In a minute!" I respond to the rapid knocking on that guest bathroom door that I'm on the other side of. "But Lizzzard, it's me!" I chuckle and put my phone away before opening the door to reveal my very drunk girlfriend. "Why, hello, beautiful!" The drunker she gets, the more of a flirt she becomes. "Hi, baby," I reply as she pulls me into a kiss. A kiss that keeps going and going from my lips to my neck and my collarbone. "Ba-aby." I fluster out. "We have to stop. Someone could see u-us."

"Let them." Y/N looks up at me with that mischievous look in her eyes. "Oh no. Not here. Not in Ivy's penthouse." Y/N bites down on my skin before removing her lips from me. "Fine. Only because you're so fucking smart." She huffs and fakes annoyance before breaking out her wide smile. "I love you." She laughs. "I love you too. Okay. Now move it." I turn her around and smack her ass, so she starts moving us back to the party.

As we whiz through people we know and don't know, Y/N locks her hand in mine. "I wish we had the party at our place." She whines, and a part of me agrees because I know Y/N is horny and would kick everyone out. Another reason is having Ivy and Max host a party was safer for us, especially after some concerning pieces of mail were dropped off at our LA place.

We alerted all who we needed to, but with the holidays, so haven't heard much back.

The pieces of mail were pictures of us. At first, we thought they were paparazzi pictures, but the closer you looked at them, they clearly were pictures a stalker would take. Photos of Y/N coming and going from her record company. Pictures of the two of us at dinner. Even a picture of us when we donated food and toys to the local animal shelter. Y/N's idea, by the way.

But to say we were freaked would be an understatement. I locked myself away in my cave for three days like a ball of anxiety before Y/N, and I discussed our next course of action. She blamed herself, while I blamed myself. But it's neither of our faults—only that assholes.

So anywho, it's been a crazy past two weeks between that and Christmas. Plus seeing Scarlett, Colin, Cosmo, and of course, little Rosie!

"Y/N! Lizzie!" Both of us turn our heads around to see Ivy. "Hey, you two! I've barely seen you since you guys got here!" "To you. Wait, you too!" Y/N stumbles as I just smile at Ivy. "What she said." I laugh and pull Y/N closer to me, not that she minds.

"Where's Max?" Y/N questions. Ivy takes Y/N's finger and points so it'll be easy for her to follow. "Ah!!!" Y/N squeals and drags the three of us over to see Max with a fashionably late Scarlett and a star-struck Sam..? Yeah! Sam, that's her name. The blonde that used to work with Y/N.

"Nice of you to join us ScarJo!" Y/N stumbles a bit as she taunts Scar. "Oh God, she's not drunk, is she?" Max intercepts only to get my nod. "She wanted to celebrate what the new year has in store for us." "Meaning?" Scarlett questions while laughing. "Multiverse of Madness, my new show, her record, us in general-" "Wait, stop!" Scar sets her drink down. "HER? New record?! She signed?!"

Apparently, this is new news to Scar. "Yeah, she did." I smile. "Oh, my God! That's amazing!" She focuses her attention on Y/N, who looks like she just won the lottery. Oh gosh, I forgot about her crush on Natasha Romanoff. "Come here!" Scarlett pulls Y/N into a hug. "Watch the hands, Y/L/N!" I yell to my girlfriend, who does nothing but gasp and pull Scarlett into her again.

Oh, she's so going to get it.

Once everyone stopped hugging one another, I not so gently and calmly pulled Y/N onto my lap once we all gathered around a table in the corner of the room. "Mine," I whispered into her ear as Max questioned Scarlett about Black Widow and The Outset. "Yours." She whispered back.

"So, will you keep the name Y/N or create a stage name?" Ivy asks as her fingers dance around on Max's neck. I hide my smile behind Y/N, knowing the name she came up with. "Stage name." She says with a wave of her hand before flopping into me. "Do we get to know it?" Sam laughs.

"Oh yeah, sure, it's-"

April 22, 2022

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@scrunchnoselizzie @marvelstudios she was looking at me 🥰🥰

@Hole4TaylorSloane @marvelstudios THE people's princess!! 👸

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@multiversemother @marvelstudios @yeahitsY/N not Lizzie's gf commenting with that picture 💀💀

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@witcheswhores @multiversemother they haven't publicly confirmed that they're back together. I know there's been paparazzi photos and posts about them but let's not possibly spread misinformation.

@incellonerman @witcheswhores @multiversemother 👎 as if someone like @yikesitsY/N could pull the beauty that is Elizabeth Olsen.

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A/N: We're finally well into 2022!! So I can finally start writing about things that happened more recently!!! Did you guys have a fav part? Twitter handle? Anything??? Please let me know!

Also I truly love every single one of you that takes time to read, comment, like and share this. It means the world to me. And thank you for letting me be me and write this story. 💜 See y'all soon!!

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