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kept-it-sincere · 1 year ago

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Love -vs- Friendship

It was mid-October business was kind of slow that day and he walked into the T-Mobile location I worked at in The Bronx. He was not alone though; he came with a colleague from his job. The fellas worked in the hospital around the corner from where we were located. Person made it clear he only spoke Spanish and needed to buy a new phone. I asked him if he knew what he was interested in since it was close to closing the place but of course, I dealt with him, I wanted that sale. After seeing the phone, he currently had, I suggested a new one that was on promotion and went about transferring his mobile number.

Cheers to the beginning of a new friendship.

So let me tell you, this man that I clearly don’t know, besides now being a customer, goes on to tell his coworker “Yo me voy a casar con ella. Tu vas a ver.” Spanish for “I’m going to marry her. You will see.” His coworker laughed at him and said to him that he is truly the weirdest man he met. I agreed. Like uhhh, dude, why on Gods earth would you make such claims? I thought to myself this dude is insane and I need to hurry up with this new account set-up so he can leave. Though we laughed and giggled deep inside I was nervous and did not want to be rude. So, I let it be. Like every other customer, he left satisfied with his purchase. Thank goodness because I was exhausted and ready to finally go home. Let’s close shop now!

Hands practically frozen, here I am opening the store on an extremely cold Friday in November. As the gates slowly went up, a stranger came behind me, grabbed me and rushed through the doors. Immediately I thought to myself. I’m fucking getting robbed! WHAT NOW? The hell I was! Can you believe it was that guy who claimed was going to marry me? As he released me, he started to laugh so loud but being nervous and shaken up, I yelled at him for doing such things, explained to him how I’m watched on cameras and there’s a possibility that my boss called the cops thinking the store was about to get robbed. He began to apologize to me, frantically told me he does not have papers to be in this country, gave me a soft kiss on my forehead and ran off. While he ran out, I couldn’t help but notice how great his scent was, Issey Miyake, I recognize it being that it is my favorite cologne for a guy during that era.

As I figured, after a couple of minutes’ pasts, boom. Cops arrived. I had to explain to them and later of course to my boss that I knew him, and he was playing a cruel joke on me. The cops were not buying that story and started questioning me as if I had something to do with the situation. Mind you, this is the second time I seen this guy. Like why the hell am I lying to the cops. Let alone allow him to kiss my forehead? He is a creep as it is, but I did not say a word to them. I do not know but something told me not to tell the truth. So, I called my boss and told him what was happening, he knew I’m trustworthy and wouldn’t make things up, so he confirmed my story. Finally, the cops left. Hours had passed by, and he stopped by to apologize to my boss, and he offered us both breakfast and a fresh cup of coffee.

Well years later and he still plays cruel pranks on me. Talk about a way of life huh, Haha. Throughout the years we grew onto each other beautifully. Even became remarkably close friends that trusted one another with everything and shared every moment of life with each other. Enough to hold spare keys to our Apts. Our families grew to love us and knew we would be the best of friends for life. Our siblings and friends of course thought that we would end up together and become the trendiest couple around. It never happened; we respected one another so much to cross those lines. As best friends now, we would style each other before dates, give certain tips, hype each other up and then laugh or joke about how they went at the end of the night. Also being one of the biggest judges to one another, we would point out red flags in partners we dated throughout the years. Let me add that we would point out red flags to one another as well. Sometimes we did not agree but we always respected each other’s point of view and just kept a close eye on it. Don’t forget, he constantly brings up what he told me that day at the store and how he means it. I honestly did not take him seriously. Come on now, how could I?

Couple years had passed by. It was the beginning of summer, June 6 at 2:40am on a Saturday, I called him crying; completely intoxicated. It was my sons’ death anniversary, and I was not taking things well that year. I cried to him about how I miss my son who passed away. How I can close my eyes and still hear his laughter. How his touch was the best I ever felt, when he would place those tiny little hands on my face and just smile with me. After hours talking on the phone, I finally knocked out cold. The next day I woke up to flowers and a handwritten letter reminding me that I’ll always be a great Mom and that everything will be okay one day. We cooked our favorite comfort foods throughout the day and laid-back watching movies till late that night.

Things changed one night though. He called me and said he needed to come over to my place. That something bad happened on his block and he needs to get away from everything. Without hesitation I told him to come over. Once he arrived, all broken sweat as if he was running, he told me how a jeep drove by him and his friends that was outside his building, and people inside that truck just started shooting at them. Explaining to me that everyone was fine and was able to get out of dangers way. He asked if he could stay the night behind what had just occurred. Of course, I refused for him to be out there anyway. That night, we gossiped about all the drama that was going on between the blocks from where he lived at. I was always worried about him because of the lifestyle he lived back then. You know how many times we argued about him leaving the streets alone for good? Thus, way too many times if I must say. It just would not happen though.

Happy New Year!!! Here we are now, years later celebrating the new year in Florida. Friends trip to Walt Disney World. Let me tell you, if you can, do it! The trip was such an amazing experience. The firework show was a spectacular event and to die for! Makes you really fall in love. That’s exactly what happened too, we fell in love. Everyone claimed they knew how we felt for each other, but we always denied it since, again, we never crossed those lines, but people would make their comments here and there. As always, we ignored them.

Time came and went, we’re back to the mother land. The Bronx, everyone finally settled into their homes and caught up to reality again. For a selected few it is a reality they were trying to run from.

It’s roughly about 5am, I heard my phone ringing from a distance. When I answered with was my best friend's grandmother, hysterical crying, she told me “Someone shot him, they tried to kill him!” My heart sank, I rushed right over to the hospital where they took him too. We waited in the emergency room for hours. Finally, the doctor, covered in blood, gave us the most horrific news I had to endure. He did not make it. He lost too much blood before arriving and they didn’t have enough time to perform a blood transfusion. My world literally shattered that day. After his burial service, I decided to stay at his grave. I huddled over his casket crying, I confessed to him how much I love him. How I felt like a horrible friend for not saving him from the streets. But I promise to take care of his grandmother the way he did. Which, still to this day, I do. You know what the saddest part is, there are people that cannot be saved. No matter how hard you try. Sometimes you cannot have somebody just because you love them. Sometimes you should tell others how you truly feel about them. But you must allow them to live their lives. No matter how hard that is for you, certain people come into your life as a blessing. Learn to see what that is and appreciate them until they’re gone, because one day God is going to need them back home.

#best friends #love #short stories #what if #love vs friendship #real talk #real life #truth #happy #sad #excited #new york #kept it sincere

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lotusss-flowerbomb · 4 years ago

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Nice To Meet You

Bucky x Wilson!reader

Warnings: 18+, Smut (duh, so kids go home.), Godzilla Vs Kong spoiler

A/N: I’m trying to get back to it. I’m so rusty, so please bear with me. 😩

Also, this story has unprotected sex. Remember that this is just fiction and if he ain’t got no rubber then he can’t be your lover.

Word Count: 3,554 (My bad.)

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You pulled into the driveway of the home you shared with your older siblings and nephews. You popped the trunk before getting out in preparation to get the many groceries you'd just bought.

You were bent over in the trunk when you heard a man's voice.

"Excuse me?" He called out.

You stopped what you were doing and turned to him. "Yes?"

"Hi, I'm looking for Sam Wilson, does he live here?" He asked.

"Yes, he does, but he isn't here right now." You answered.

"Oh okay, um, I'm —" he started.

"I know who you are," you interrupted him. I'm Y/N Wilson."

"I didn't know Sam was married," he said shocked.

You turned around and pulled a case of water from the trunk and gave it to him. Then sat another on top of it.

"I'm not Sam's wife. I'm his youngest sister." You told him and hooked bags onto his arms. "This way," you led him to the large porch and into the house.

You walked him into the kitchen where he set everything down, thanked him and pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge for him.

"I didn't know Sam had a sister. It's nice to meet you," he reached out to shake your hand.

You grabbed the gloved hand and shook it.

"Sam won't be back until tomorrow. He and Sarah went to get supplies for the boat a few towns over and they’re staying the night."

"Sam has a boat?" He asked, confused.

"What exactly do you know about my brother?"

"Not much, I guess," he shrugged.

"Wow, a man risks his life and has to go on the run for two years because of you and you couldn't take the time to ask him about his life or family?" You raised your brow at him.

"Okay, I deserved that," he agreed.

"Mmm hmm," you turned to put the groceries away.

"Uh, I'll come back tomorrow when Sam's here."

"How'd you get here? I didn't see a car out there."

"I kind of walked from the bus station," he scratched the back of his neck.

"And where are you staying?" You followed up.

"I'm good at figuring those things out."

"Right," you rolled your eyes. "You can stay here tonight. I have to meet my brother and sister at the docks tomorrow and we can just ride up together."

"Oh, no, I don't want to impose. I'll be fine." He insisted.

"Have you eaten?" You asked.

His stomach decided to growl loudly at that moment. It wasn't exactly unusual for Bucky to forget to eat.

"I'm gonna fry some fish for lunch. The guest room is the third room on the left upstairs. You can put your things in there. Also, lose the gloves. You don't have to hide who you are here."

Bucky smiled at your back and followed your instructions. He looked at all of the family photos on the wall as he made his way to the room.

He felt bad for the twinge of jealousy in the pit of his stomach at how happy you all looked. He wished he still had photos of his family to look back on.

Bucky put his bag on the big plush bed and changed his shirt. He was happy you said he didn't have to hide who he was there. It was hot as hell with those gloves on.

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When he returned to the kitchen you were already outside lighting up the deep fryer.

"Anything I can help with?" He asked when he walked out onto the deck.

"Absolutely, you can make the salad," you handed him the ingredients and a knife.

The two of you worked in silence until you were finished and sat down to eat.

"Thank you for letting me stay here," he finally said.

"Of course, you're Sam's friend."

"I don't know about friends. More like coworkers," he laughed.

"Wow, is that a smile? You should do it more often. It's nice." You suggested.

Bucky turned red. He couldn't remember when he was complimented last for a non violent act.

"So, why are you here, Mr. Barnes?"

"Just needed to talk to Sam about some things and you can call me Bucky."

"I hope you aren't here to talk to him about the shield. We tried to talk him out of it at first, but he made a decision and just like the rest of us, you need to respect that."

"He gave it away," he said with an attitude.

"Actually, he didn't. He put it away, there's a difference. And maybe if you tried to understand his choices instead of having an attitude about it, you'd understand why he did what he did." You matched his fire.

"Either way, I'm taking it back, because he deserves it. He's the only one who should have it."

"I agree, but I won't let you give him anymore shit about what he felt was right."

"I thought Sam was the superhero in this family?" He asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, Sam protects the world and I protect Sam. You should be happy you're talking to me and not Sarah though, she would've punched you by now," you got up and took your empty plate inside.

Bucky chuckled and watched as you walked away. His intention wasn't to come there and talk about the shield, but he still admired the way you had your brother's back.

When you walked back out you had two drinks in your hands. You sat one down in front of him and went to your chair.

"What's this?" He asked, looking at the red and orange drink.

"A tequila sunrise. Heavy on the tequila," you sipped from your straw.

"You know I can't get drunk, right?"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, the serum speeds up my metabolism, so I can't get drunk," he shrugged as he took a huge gulp.

"I'm sure that sucks."

"You have no idea."

You sat outside and talked until the sun went down and then you went inside to clean up the kitchen. You washed dishes while Bucky dried them off and put them away.

Bucky's phone was sitting on the table when you first heard the familiar dating app notification sound. You ignored it, but by the third time you finally asked if he was gonna check it.

"It's probably no one," he said.

"No one? You're getting matches like crazy. Let's see if they're any good," you picked up the phone.

"What? No, absolutely not." He took the phone from you.

"Why not? You could potentially find the love of your life out here," you sat down and patted the seat of the chair next to you.

He finally gave in and sat next to you. Bucky opened his dating app and the two of you looked through his potential baes. He was swiping left on most of them so quick that you had to stop him.

"You're not even reading their bios. Give it a chance, jeez."

He slowed down a bit.

"Melissa, likes long walks on the beach and playing in the mud? Next." He swiped.

"Ooh, she's cute. Ella, an aspiring model who loves comedy. And look at that, her favorite movie is Robocop," you bit your lip to hold in your laugh.

"You're worse than Sam," he said annoyed and put his phone away. “And it’s Robocop 3. That’s like the worst one.”

"Oh come on, Bucky, give her a chance she has two dogs!" You laughed.

"I'm more of a cat guy actually," he said.

"You're adorable," you continued laughing, “let's go watch a movie," you put your hand out for him to grab and led him into the front room.

You turned on the TV and scrolled through for something to watch and finally settled on Godzilla Vs Kong figuring the action would be fun.

"Five bucks says Godzilla kicks the crap out of Kong," you said.

"What?? King Kong was first. It's only right that he reigns supreme in this situation," he countered.

"Put up or shut up, Buck," you shrugged.

He pulled the money from his wallet and sat it on the table.

Halfway through the movie you were both talking smack to one another. Bucky hadn't even realized how comfortable he'd become. Your legs were across his lap and he was holding them in place. Casually rubbing circles on your thigh every few minutes.

When Godzilla pinned Kong down and the fight seemed to be over, you jumped up in celebration.

"Yessss!!!! The dinosaur for the winnnn!!" You danced in front of him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, show off," he chuckled.

You finished the remainder of the movie teasing one another along the way, when it ended you went up to get ready for bed.

*******

Once you were done with your shower you put on your pajamas and went to the guest room to check on Bucky.

He was standing in the window shirtless with his jeans unbuttoned looking out into the dark yard. You stared at his back. Your eyes tracing his entire body.

You shifted your stance as you felt your body starting to react to the sight of him. Your pussy was getting wet causing you to forget why you'd even gone to the room in the first place.

"Everything okay?" You heard his voice break your thoughts.

"Hmm? Um, yeah, I was just coming to make sure you didn't need anything before I went to bed?"

"No, I'm okay, thank you." He smirked. "You know you can just ask whatever you want to know."

You walked further into the room never taking your eyes off where his flesh ended and his metal arm began. You reached up to touch him and he flexed his arm a little causing the plates to shift.

You jumped back slightly before running your finger down the cool metal and then touching the scar he had.

"Does it hurt?" You asked quietly.

"Not anymore, but I still remember the pain," he answered.

"You're a nice guy, Bucky and I really wish that this never had to happen to you. Although, I can't lie and say that I don't think it's really cool." You ran your fingers over the metal again.

He took your chin in between his fingers and redirected your gaze to his eyes. He's wanted to kiss you since lunch and has been doing his best to hold back out of respect for his friend.

"Can I kiss you?" He said barely above a whisper.

You didn't even answer, just pressed your lips to his. The kiss was needy. You'd both been craving each other all day. He let his hands fall to the small of your back and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Bucky picked you up and was leading you over to the bed when you could hear your phone ringing in the other room. You broke the kiss and he lowered you to the floor.

"Shit!" You ran from the room.

You picked up the phone and saw that it was Sam trying to FaceTime you. You hurried to answer.

"Hey bro!" You said happily.

"What you doing? What took you so long?" He immediately asked.

"I was downstairs when I heard the phone, rudeness," you lied.

Sam just looked at you. He could always tell when you were lying. Even one as small as that. You decided to switch the subject before he asked more questions.

"Hey so guess who stopped by?" You said as you walked down the hall to the other room.

You peeked into the guest room before going in. Bucky had put his shirt back on and stood when he saw you coming in. You stood next to him and put him in the camera.

" Hi, Sam," Bucky said dryly.

It may have seemed like a normal greeting, but he was really annoyed that he'd interrupted a moment he'd built up the courage to have all day.

"Hey, what are you doing in my house Wall-E?" He chuckled.

"I came to talk to you, but you're obviously not here."

"Yeah, I put him up in the guest room for the night and we'll meet you down at the docks tomorrow."

"Alright... You'd better not be getting sweet on my baby sister either," he cut his eyes at Bucky.

"First of all, my sex life is none of your business. Secondly, there is no sweetness." You rolled your eyes. "Where's Sarah?"

"You know she needs an hour long shower before bed just like you," he responded in a snarky tone.

"Well, I'm going to bed, so tell her I said goodnight. I love y'all and we'll see you tomorrow." You said before hanging up.

You put your phone on the charger for the night and when you turned around Bucky was standing at the door.

"Goodness!" You yelled as you pressed a hand to your chest.

He didn't say anything, just rushed over and started kissing you again. This time, even hungrier.

Your tongues met and your body tingled. His hand gripped beneath your thigh as the other held him up.

You broke the kiss to pull his shirt over his head. The few seconds felt like an eternity for Bucky. He never wanted to take his lips off you, but he did once more.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked as he trailed kisses down your body.

He was finally on his knees in front of you. Face in between your thighs.

"I need to hear you say it, doll." He kissed one thigh.

"Yes," you breathed.

"Yes, what?" He kissed the other thigh further down.

"I'm sure, Bucky. I want you. Please," you buried your fingers in his hair.

He licked your clit slowly at first. Taking you all in and tasting your nectar. It had been so damn long since he had such a pretty pussy in his face.

You could hear him moaning as he sucked and slurped on your clit.

"Ooh, fuck baby, yes," you moaned.

Bucky's dick was screaming for release from his jeans. It was pressing hard against the fabric and ready for your touch, but he wasn't done with you just yet.

He spread your thighs wider and stuck his tongue in your tight pussy. He tongue fucked you until you felt your first orgasm approaching. You reached down and started rubbing your clit.

"Yeah, play with that pussy. Good girl," he praised.

You rubbed faster. Bucky stuck his tongue back inside and let you fuck his face some more. Your legs shook and the warm juices flowed onto his tongue. He moved your hand and licked from your hole to your clit.

"Told you I was more of a cat guy," he smiled.

"Shut up and share," you grabbed his face and stuck your tongue out to taste yourself on his lips.

You pushed his pants down and tried to flip him, so you could take him into your mouth, but he wouldn't budge.

"No, need you now," he said as he slowly pushed inside of you. "Fuck," he said in your ear.

He paused. He knew that if he moved he'd embarrass himself for sure, but you were so wet and tight. Fitting him perfectly.

Bucky buried his face in the crook of your neck as he slowly started to move inside of you. Allowing you to adjust to him without hurting you too much.

"You feel so good."

Hearing you say that made him pick up the pace. He rolled his hips faster and pushed your knees to your chest. He wanted you to feel every last inch of him inside of you.

He ripped your night shirt in half and exposed your breasts, watching them jiggle as he slammed into your pussy.

Now he wanted to watch something else jiggle, so he pulled out and turned you on to your stomach. He pulled you up by the waist onto your knees and slid his hard cock back inside of you.

"Fuck me," he demanded as he slapped each of your ass cheeks.

You obliged and threw your ass back on his slick coated dick and he watched your ass bounce in the process. He knew he wasn't going to last long like this.

"That's it, doll, fuck me. I wanna cum in that pretty little mouth of yours." He said.

His words caused you to cum. Your pussy clenched around him so tight and you knew when you heard the soft, "Oh fuck," leave his lips that he was about to explode.

Bucky pulled out of you and stood on the bed. He pumped his warm thickness into your waiting mouth while moaning loudly.

When he was done, you let some of the cum drip from your tongue. He slapped his dick in it and you swallowed the rest.

"Good girl," he dropped to his knees and kissed you roughly.

He fell back onto the bed taking you with him. You laid on his arm and traced his jawline with your finger.

"You're beautiful," he said to you.

"Thank you," you smiled.

"Should I start you another bath?"

"No, I can take one in the morning."

"Good, because I don't want you to leave anyway." He kissed your forehead.

"Get some rest," you told him.

He looked tired and you could tell that he sleeps horribly at night.

Bucky closed his eyes. You waited for a few minutes before going to the bathroom to clean up. When you came back and laid down, he immediately wrapped his arms around you.

You snuggled into his chest and drifted off to sleep.

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When you awoke the next morning Bucky's arms were still wrapped around you.

"Good morning," he said and planted a kiss on your shoulder.

"How'd you know I was awake?" Your voice still laced with sleep.

"Your breathing changed," he kissed you again.

You could feel his hard cock pressing against your ass. His metal hand traced a cool trail between your breasts and down to your clit.

You spread your legs to give him better access and then your phone started ringing. You rolled eyes when you saw Sam's name. This is the second time he's ruined your moment.

"Hello?" You answered with an attitude.

"Well good morning to you too, sunshine," he said.

"Samuel, it's literally," you looked at your phone for the time, "shit, it's 10am??"

"Yeah, exactly you slept in. Get your butt up."

Bucky didn't care that Sam was on the phone. He slid his fingers inside your pussy and pumped them slowly. Your body quivered beneath his touch.

"I'm getting — I'll call you when we're on the way." You quickly hung up.

Bucky chuckled. He moved his fingers faster inside of you and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

Your orgasm was so close and then he pulled his fingers out. Your eyes popped open and the satisfied smirk on his face let you know that he'd done it on purpose.

"Next time, don't answer the phone, doll." He kissed your lips and walked towards the door. "Oh and don't even think about touching yourself." He said before he disappeared.

He was out of his mind. You quickly grabbed your toy from your drawer and went into the bathroom. You turned on the shower and sucked the vibrator into your mouth to wet it.

You put your foot up on the tub and slowly fucked yourself with the toy. Your eyes were pinched shut and you were so into what you were feeling that you hadn't heard the door open.

Bucky watched as you pleasured yourself. He was turned on by the sight, but pissed, because he told you not to. He walked over and snatched the toy from you. Covering your mouth, so you couldn't scream.

"Now, I remember telling you not to do this, doll." He moved his hand and nipped at your collar bone.

"No, you told me not to touch myself. I used the toy," you said.

"Real cute," he growled.

He put the toy on the counter and walked you into the shower. He got down on his knees and started eating your pussy again.

He should've been punishing you, but instead he was treating himself. Bucky knew in that moment that you were now his addiction.

You gripped his hair while he held on to the leg that was thrown over his shoulder.

"I want to feel you. Please," you begged.

He wanted to deny you, but he simply couldn't. Your wish was his command.

He stood and lifted you up, slowly sliding you down on his hard dick. He was sure to keep you against the wall, so your hair wouldn't get wet.

Bucky fucked into you slowly. Enjoying the feeling of your slick walls. He wanted to stay inside of you forever.

"I'm gonna cum, baby!" You mewled.

You heard him grunt in response. He was close himself and when you tighten your grip around him he exploded inside of you.

You bit his neck as your own orgasm washed over you. He finally let you down and the two of you finished the shower together.

Bucky had no clue how he'd break this news to Sam, but he knew he had to, because there was no way he wanted to ever go without your touch again.

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#Bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky x you #Smut #marvel smut #marvel fanfic #Avengers #falcon and the winter soldier

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ellana-ravenwood · 4 years ago

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Can the Batman get flustered ? - Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : Batman has a reputation of always being impassive. Of being very in control of his emotions. But of course, you being his wife, you know his secrets and weak spots... And apparently, sending him dirty texts while you guys are in public definitely works very well to fluster him /Drabble-Minific.

You know that Tik Tok trend where people send a dirty text to their s/o while they’re in public ? I don’t know why I find it so funny and all, but today during my lunch break I was scrolling through the app and fell on a few of those and...boom. This story was born haha. Written in half an hour while I was eating pasta, I hope you’ll like it nonetheless :

TW : SLIGHTLY Nsfw. I mean. The subject itself is “dirty texts” so ya know haha. No actual texts will be shown, but insinuation will.

My master list : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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Not amused.

One. Two. Three. Fo-

Here it goes.

He hears the little “beep” of his phone, notifying him that he just received a text.

Not any text though.

A text from a family member. It was a very specific “beep”, for when one of his kids, you, or Alfred were sending him a text.

You’re a little disappointed he changed the alert sound back to that boring “beep” it has always been.

You rather liked, when Jason pranked him and instead put a recording of himself saying “dingityding motherfucker, ya got a message from one of us”.

It wasn’t very tasteful for sure, and yeah, you probably shouldn’t’ve found it so funny...But solely for the face your husband and the people he was talking to made, it was all worth it.

So what if you were nodding along to Bruce’s sermon as he was scolding your son, while simultaneously, when your husband wasn’t looking, giving two thumbs up to Jason ?

Anyway. Here was the family “beep”. And here it goes.

A smile to the people he was talking to meaning : “Apologies, I have to take this.” as he takes his phone out of his pocket.

Not that it surprised anyone. He was Bruce Wayne, a busy billionaire who owned multiple enterprises and who was constantly on the move to something new. His phone ringing wasn’t exactly something special.

Him answering during a conversation wasn’t either.

Not only did he have the reputation of being a rather busy bee, but he was also known as quite a protective father. His children were not present at the gala that night, meaning any calls or texts could be an emergency from them.

Of course, nobody even suspected himbo Bruce Wayne to be the scary Batman, so no one could quite understand how worried Bruce could get about his kids. Yet Bruce Wayne has been a family man long enough by then for everyone to know he was a “doting father”.

The fact he always protected them from too much media coverage, or how angry he would get when someone would be a little too chummy with them purely by interest...

You always found it sweet.

That he cared so much about his family that even those not knowing him at all, even those only seeing his “Brucie Wayne” persona (minus the Playboy side he gave up long ago when deciding to make it official with you) noticed.

Of course, you knew he wasn’t always the perfect father. Or husband. But the fact he always tried so hard, and no matter what, always cared so much (maybe even too much ?) made everything worth it.

Ah, but today wasn’t about how sometimes, it was a little difficult to be Batman’s wife.

Today, it was about how fun it could actually be.

Like right now, as he excused himself and took his phone out to see what the text he just received said.

He was reading it now. And suddenly...

His eyes widened, his face turned a light shade of red, he hurriedly hid his phone’s screen, and cough a little to hide how hot he suddenly felt.

“Are you alright, Bruce ?”

One of the man he was talking to asked, and with an awkward smile (very unlike him), he answered :

“Yes, yes everything is ok. Haha. The um, the children.”

The man nods, and says something like : “Aaah children, never cease to worry us right ?” and Bruce chuckles. Of this utterly fake chuckle only you knew was fake.

His real laugh sounded nothing like that.

A few more seconds pass, before Bruce excuses himself, saying he has to go check something, and...Finally.

Finally, his eyes are searching for you.

Finding you easily amongst everyone else.

His slight frown, his rosy cheeks who would stay this color for a little while still, and the way he walked towards you with incredible resolve...How adorable.

“I bet you find this funny, mm ?”

“No idea what you’re talking about, dear.”

Your small smile is infuriating. And oh, oh how Bruce wished he didn’t love it as much as he did. Oh how he wished he could actually be mad at you for sending him such a thing, in such a public place.

“You need to stop doing that.”

“Doing what, exactly ?”

“Sending me -he lowers his voice and continues- sending me those, things.”

“Things ?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

You smile at him, coyly. But he can see the mischievous spark in your eyes. And he scoffs, frustrated that you always seem to easily get to him.

Nobody does that. Only you.

Sure, his kids will sometimes get under his skin just for the sake of it. Or could have rather hurtful words if they weren’t feeling well. But he was always able to control his emotions in those cases.

The Batman was always so impassive. He always looked so in control of his emotions. And Bruce worked for years and years to achieve this. To be able to hide it all deep within him, to pretend he’s not feeling anything, and stay neutral.

But you...You always burned through his very being. Wether it was because you smiled at him, or send him a rather dirty text in the middle of a crowded charity ball, as he was talking to some of the most powerful people in Gotham.

Oh. Oh this was a treat. A flustered Bruce. It wasn’t often, you could get him like that. And it was such a treat.

He can see you’re enjoying this. And passed the initial shock of you telling him such dirty things in your texts, he can see how funny and rather sexy this entire thing could be.

If only, if only he could control his emotions when around you.

But he can’t. He can’t because he loves you too much. And because you know exactly how to play him (to be fair, he also knew exactly how to play you, and could drive YOU crazy if he wanted to, too...each had a turn, you guess).

He bites the inside of his lips, as he usually does when he’s slightly amused, yet a bit annoyed. Yes. That was a mood that was fairly frequent with Bruce. Especially when it came to you.

You always knew exactly which buttons to push to rile him up, to fluster him, to exasperate him to no end, too.

And when he bit the inside of his lips, it was when he felt a mix of amusement, and annoyance.

To be honest, that was exactly what you were looking for to get out of him.

And sending him a dirty text in public always worked. You loved, the flustered way he reacted. The flushed cheeks, the blabbering and how it took him a little bit to regain countenance while usually it’d only take him a few seconds to hide his feelings.

You smile at him again, happy you still have any effect on him and...

Ah. And there it was. Passed the initial shock of receiving such a text, and the slight annoyance at you trying to fluster him...the smile. A genuine and soft smile. One only always directed at you. One that showed you, and everyone around, just how much Bruce Wayne loved you.

He throws an arm around your waist, and says :

“So. Should we get out of here ?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Another smile. Genuine. Making everything worth it.

The hardships, but also this sort of simple moments.

When Bruce Wayne could act like a “normal” man, and get flustered as his wife send him sexy texts while they were in public, and very crowded places.

Bruce smiles at you. Genuinely. Yes. You could always get to him. And, frankly, even if he loved to complain about it...He wouldn’t have it any other way.

And now ? Now he was definitely ready to go try out what you suggested in that god forsaken text.

Why do you chose such moment do to this ?!

One. Two. Three. Fo-

Like clockwork.

He was in an important business meeting, but everyone here recognized that special “beep”, the one Jason oh so loved to change up to ridiculous things.

It was even worst lately, as he started a “game” with his siblings : “Whoever can get their hands on dad’s phone and replace all his notification sounds with something stupid, wins”. Needless to say, your children’s competitive side was driving your husband crazy.

It was rather funny, to watch him, each mornings as he was getting ready to leave for work, getting slightly unnerved as he made sure his alarms hadn’t been changed (your children could be sooooo sneaky).

Tim won, when he slyly and sneakily replaced the “beep” with...that same “beep” a few times, as to not make his father suspicious, only for, after the third “beep”, the phone screaming the main theme from the “Barbie : Thumbelina” movie. Damn.

Your kids were geniuses.

It was hilarious, to see your husband’s face suddenly turning pale.

Ah but your children, all genius that they were, were still amateurs.

They couldn’t get him to feel as mortified as you could, when you pulled this particular little trick on him...

Annoying him ? Making him feel embarrassed for a few seconds ? Exasperating him to no end ? That, they were always good at. But he would always regain his countenance fast.

But what you did ? Haha. Aaah it would stay on his mind for long after the event, and would most definitely...Fluster him.

Flustered.

Not a state the great Bruce Wayne was in often.

And most of the time, you were the source of the “flustering”.

Like right now, as he was in an important meeting, and heard his phone “beep”.

The “family beep”.

Unfortunately for him, it was one of “those texts”. That you just send because well, maybe you were a little evil ? Maybe you liked, to fluster him when he was in public ? To show people he was actually human ?

He looked at his phone, straightened up in his chair and...Of course, he guessed that you must be around.

And there you were indeed. Right outside the room.

He quickly glanced at you through the glass walls of the conference room.

You saw him readjust his pants, and you knew you definitely got to him today. But his reaction wasn’t that grand. Maybe he had um...A little “pants being too tight” problem, but it was clear he could easily hide it. And he got hold of his face rather fast.

Still, it was very entertaining, how clearly bothered he was. How unable to focus on the meeting he was. Only you though, who knew him better than anyone else, would notice the shift in his behavior.

It wasn’t enough, though. And he wasn’t looking at you anymore. That wouldn’t do.

You decided to give him the coup de grace and slipped to the restroom to um...Take a nice picture of yourself, let’s say that.

You went back to wait outside the conference room, where you’d have a GREAT view of him. And of his reaction. That was certainly going to be...Something.

“Beep”. The family “beep”.

It’s uncanny, how Bruce never suspects you’re going to trick him TWICE in a row. He should though. You often do it.

Ah but his fatherly instincts always get the best of him, and when he hears that specific “beep”, he can’t stop but look. In case anyone needs him.

He should really find a “beep” just for you, shouldn’t he ? Then again, even then, even with the knowledge that you LOVE to send him dirty text while he’s in public, he’d still jump on the notification. Just in case something happened, you know ?

Nothing happened today. Well. Except for your little restroom trip.

He barely takes a look at the photo you send him, that his eyes widen, he spits the drink he was taking all over the papers in front of him, and he slams his phone screen first on the table (shattering it in the process).

“Um...are you okay, mister Wayne ?”

His associates and employees are concerned. For good reasons. And Bruce hastily tries to dry his paperwork, and apologize saying it’s nothing, that they’re all doing a great job and to continue, please.

They do. Writing this incident off as yet another one of their boss’ eccentricities (as far as they were concerned, there were lots of them).

And you are LIVING. It’s always nice, you can get such reaction out of him.

He looks at you again. And as the meeting went on, for ten more excruciating minutes, he kept looking at you, although he tried really hard to focus on what was being said.

Oh well. He’d ask Lucious for a recap.

His eyes also kept going to his shattered phone, playing that photo over and over in his head...Finally, the meeting was over, and he rushed out.

No one was surprised, they all saw you waiting patiently (haha) outside. They all liked “Mrs. Wayne”, you were nice, and always lifted their boss’ spirit.

And they knew that when you were around, it was usually to pick him up. So yes. It wasn’t a surprised when he hastily said goodbye, and went to you.

“You need to stop doing that !”

You don’t even bother answering, smiling at him in a mischievous almost evil way. And you kiss him on the lips. A simple, very chaste peck. That light his heart on fire.

It’s crazy, the effect you have on him. No matter how much he tries to keep himself in check. Of course, he has the same effect on you. And to be honest, he flusters you much more than you fluster him.

After all, rare are the perfect occasions to send him dirty texts in moments that will fluster him. If you did it in any other time, he’d just smile and immediately go to you. Or answer with an equally heated text (when he was away, sexting was totally a thing).

More often than not, he was the one in control. Oh but when you could get to him...When you could get to him, you REALLY got to him. And if anyone else would notice how truly flustered he got, they wouldn’t recognize him.

But you knew him. You knew how sweet and soft he could be. How many people had the wrong ideas of him. And how adorable it was, when you got him all hot and bothered in that way.

How, no matter how much he tried, you always got to him, during those moments. And how much it meant.

How much it meant.

It meant that you were his only one. That nobody understood him more than you. And that honestly, no matter how annoyed, flustered and such he would get...he was just always feeling a little happy nonetheless.

Yes.

It meant a lot, that you knew him that well. And that only you, with a few well placed words, could fluster him so.

In the Watchtower.

This was rather dangerous.

Which added even more spices to everything.

Not that usually, it wasn’t “dangerous”. So far, you did it to him while he was in a meeting, at a gala, not far from many paparazzis...

There had always been a sort of danger, to you sending this kind of texts to him while in public.

But today...Ah today there was even more.

Because today, you guys were in the Justice League’s watchtower.

And there were MANY people, in that place, that could easily take a peak at what Bruce had on his phone. And that would NEVER leave it down that the Batman was receiving such filth from his wife.

That’s why you did it. And also because that very same morning, Bruce had been a little too grumpy and unpleasant, and you wanted to take a little revenge on him.

It was rare, really, that he would be a jerk to you or his kids nowadays. But sometimes. Just sometimes...Well. He wasn’t a perfect being. He had many flaws. And he could be a bit of a dick, at times. Even to you and your children.

Hence, the well deserved little revenge you were about to get (not that you really needed a reason to want him flustered...but here, with all your superhero friends, it was a particular treat).

One. Two. Three. Fo-

“Beep”. The specific family one.

Batman was sitting at the tip of the meeting table. You were sitting a few seat from him, a wide evil grin already plastered on your face. And all your best friends were around the table, discussing plans to secure Earth a little more from intergalactic attack.

“Excuse me for a minute.”

Your husband says. And no one is surprised. They all recognize the “family beep”. And despite the reputation he dragged for years, they also all know what his family means to him...

Clark is right there, slowly leaning towards Bruce, and you know he’s about to ask if the kiddos are alright. Turns out, Clark Kent is an amazing uncle. And friend. He worries a lot about “y’all”, very often.

And oh, oh this was going to be fun.

At the very moment Bruce’s eyes see your name on his phone, and what is the content of your text, his eyes widen, turn to Clark and...

“What the hell Bruce ?”

Your husband, by pure instinct, shoved Clark’s face away, while at the same time hiding his phone in his pocket again.

Clark could’ve avoided it easily, you knew. But he probably wasn’t really expecting the Batman to get weirdly panicky and shove him away like that ?

“You were-...Too close.”

Bruce says a bit abruptly, trying really hard to hide how worked up he feels after he read what you send him. He avoids your look like the plague, and pretends as if this little incident didn’t happen, returning to discussing plans.

The incident passed fast, and although Clark was a bit sour about it, he didn’t ask further. He guessed yes, he was a little too close ? He just wanted to be sure whoever send the text was alright.

And oh. Oh that whoever was definitely alright.

Because it was you. And this entire scene unfolded to your utter delight. Bruce abruptness and such was very much like him to all his friends. But you...You saw beyond that.

You saw how rosy his cheeks got under his mask. And how his eyes kept wandering to you, even as he was working on something very important.

You saw how truly flustered he got. So flustered in fact, that he couldn’t think of a clever way out of why he shoved his friends away, but that he was “too close”.

A little unlike Bruce.

Or was it really ? Was it truly unlike him, or just unlike the idea so many people had of him ? Because you...

You knew the real Bruce. And sometimes, he could be clumsy and shy and stumble on his words. He could be awkward and cute, all flustered and blushy.

He could be...He was so many things.

And so many sides of him were absolute secrets. Secrets only you and your children knew.

You were privy to the most secret parts of him.

The adorable ones that would get flustered by a dirty text send in public.

But also the very sexy one that would later act upon it...

He could act annoyed, embarrassed and like he was mad at you all he wanted. You knew he secretly LOVED it, when you took this kind of risk.

And oh. Oh how you knew.

Really ?! In front OF MY SALAD ?!

It was a “family and friends” barbecue. One of those occurrences that happen very rarely, when your entire circle of close friends and family is free.

One of those very rare occurrences where you could all meet up, and have a relaxing time. Today, a barbecue.

The summer heat was heavy, and you couldn’t help but smile as you looked at your kids and Clark’s son, Jon, playing in the pool.

Jason and Jon were having a fight against Tim and Damian, and you weren’t sure it was a very fair one...Up until Tim kicked his brother in the nuts, and Jason fell in the water, cursing him.

You probably should’ve told them to “play nice”, but then Jason emerged from the water and grabbed both his little brothers and...It was clearly all in good fun. Jon was bursting in laughter, cheering along with Duke and Cass for whoever they were siding with to win.

Ah. Ah you lived for days like this. When you could all pretend to be normal. Then again, you would change your lifestyle for no others.

The vigilante thing, making Gotham (and by extension the World) a better place...this was what you chose. What you all chose.

You turned away from your children playing in the pool, screaming (you were pretty sure they could be heard all the way in Downtown Gotham) and having fun, to look for your husband.

And there he was. Flipping some burgers on the barbecue. Looking hella fine in his polo shirt and cargo shorts. Then again, that man could wear a burlap sack that he would still look good.

You were shamelessly staring at him when he turned to look at you, giving you the smuggest look you’ve seen on his face in a while.

Oh. Oh the bastard. He knew the effect he had on you. And he loved it.

Mmm.

That sort of called for a little lesson, right ? Punishment, perhaps ?

And the environment was perfect. Here he was, taking care of the barbecue, while surrounded by friends asking for burgers...The perfect setting to fluster Bruce Wayne.

You took your phone out, and wrote everything you wanted to do to him. The way that polo shirt was clinging to his muscles definitely fueled your imagination.

You pressed send, and sat back in your chair, sipping on your non-alcoholic cocktail. You smiled at Lois and Dinah as they came to sit next to you, and took part in their conversation (they were talking about how annoying Oliver and Clark could be, yet how great they were too, and ah you could relate to this haha). But you kept a lookout for Bruce.

His phone rang. The infamous “family beep”. But he didn’t immediately react. Probably because his entire family was reunited here, and he could see none of them were in trouble.

He was probably thinking it was you sending him a text about how well you wanted your burger. Or something like that. And that’s when...

Your oldest son was coming with a plate full of uncooked food for the barbecue, and was about to settle it on the table next to his dad, but his phone was in the way. So he took it in his hand, and as he settled the plate Bruce’s phone rung again.

You stood up, and called out, a little panicked :

“No no no wait Dick ! Hey ! Don’t look at-”

Too late. You could see, as your son turned very pale, eyes widening and looking very ill, that he saw what you send your husband...

Damn it. And it was a very imaginative one at that, today...You sighed, knowing what was about to happen.

“WHAT THE FUCK ?!”

Dick turned towards his father, looking as if he had just been betrayed. And Bruce has no idea what’s happening.

“WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE YOUR PHONE OUT LIKE THAT IF THIS IS WHAT YOU’RE GONNA RECEIVE ?!”

And suddenly, your husband understands. And he’s not sure if he’s amused or if he wants to frown at you. He gives you a quick glance, and you shrug. You definitely didn’t intend on traumatizing your son with this...

Dick takes hold of his salad bowl, looks at his father straight in the eyes and says :

“You disgust me.” Oh, but it was said in such an overdramatic, over the top way. It was impossible for you not to grin.

And on that note, absolutely outraged and rather grossed out, Dick leaves to go grumpily eat his salad, alone at one of the outside table. Slowly, his siblings go to him, wondering what happened and why he screamed like that.

But as they see you slowly laugh your ass off, as they see their father who’s not sure if he should be flustered, ashamed or amused, and as they see Dick’s face...They all understand the subject of it all. They don’t know the exact things that happened. But they know their parents enough, and particularly the way you sometimes couldn’t get your hands off of each others, to know what this all was about.

Cue a bunch of “oh no ewwwww”, and a few “in front of your salad ?!” doubled with “this is a family event...”, and you definitely can’t stop laughing.

You feel a little bad, because you really didn’t intend on your son seeing what you had to say. And this was definitely one of the worst thing that happened on the spectrum of “my parents are gross...ly in love”. But you can’t help it. Your kids’ faces are just too funny.

And the way Bruce tries to resist looking at his phone to see what you said, while obviously being very curious (and feeling a little hot, the heat outside not being the reason)...it was just the icing on the cake.

So what if you were a little evil, and liked to tease him a bit too much ? And what if there were some little collateral damages along the way ?

As you always said, nobody was perfect.

Sometimes, it is welcomed.

Oh but there are days. Harder than others. Where you do it, not to fluster or annoy him, but to take his mind off of his troubles.

Like right now.

You could see him, in the middle of this sea of people. Not feeling like he belongs. And dwelling on painful past events.

You went to get him a drink, for once. You left him alone for a few minutes, as you made your way to the bar and ordered the usual non-alcoholic drinks you two got. But when you turned around...

Here he was.

Lost. In a place he did not want to be in, but had to so he could keep the “Brucie” facade he put up all those years. So the suspicion about him being Batman could never even start. And so he could put his money to good use.

Charity, rebuilding the city, funding schools, hospitals...All of this required his presence.

But oh. Oh he really didn’t want to be there. If it was up to him, he would probably be home, with his kids, in front of a movie they chose. Bonus point if you were snuggled up to him.

This was his “one night a week” he HAD to not go out as Batman. And it killed you, that this night was too often used for such events...

But alas, choosing the life you both chose required certain sacrifices. Including a few hours mingling with people you don’t even like, to try and make your city a better place.

There was, however, something you could do for him. Something that would cheer him up, in this moment of “I wish I was somewhere else”.

The “dirty texting to fluster Bruce” tactic wasn’t only used in mischievous way, to make him fluster and blush and such.

No. No sometimes, sometimes it was used to cheer him up.

Like now.

Bruce’s mind was elsewhere, drowning in this sea of people he couldn’t even remember the names of.

Until a familiar “beep” resounded in his pocket.

The family “beep”.

Without a second thought, he takes his phone out and...

Yes. There are certain moments, in which you sending him the dirtiest text he ever read (and being the “most eligible bachelor” for quite a while, he already received quite the saucy sexte), while you are in public, instead of flustering him would...

He finds you in the crowd easily.

He always found it easy, to single you out. Even while amongst this many people. It’s because to him, you shine. Almost quite literally.

He never had any difficulties finding his way back to you, even in the most crowded places...Sometimes, he joked that it’s because he could feel his love for you guide him. When he feels extra sappy, he says it with a serious tone.

And he means it.

He does.

It’s easy, to find you. Because he knows where to look. As if instinct linked you to him all those years ago. And he knows. He knows it’s because he never loved anyone like he loves you.

And right now, as you sent him a particularly graphic text in the hope to take his mind off of whatever dark thoughts he was getting lost in, he definitely finds it extra easy to find your face.

There you are.

And he smiles at you. Widely. So pure. Rare, for a man like him.

Because he knows. He knows this time, you didn’t send this to him to fluster him in front of people, but to distract him.

And it works. Oh damn it works.

His smile turns “sexy”, as anyone would say, and he looks very smug, as you walk towards him.

In truth, whenever you send him such a text, he always feel a little rush. Wether you’re trying to fluster him, or just cheer him up.

That man was as in love with you as if it was the first day, forever stuck in the honeymoon phase...Why wouldn’t he appreciate receiving hot texts from you ?

Even when you were purposefully trying to make him blush, there was a little part of him, although it was infuriating how satisfied you look that you ALWAYS succeeded, that just loved those texts.

You’re right next to him now, handing him his drink. He takes it smoothly from your hand,

“Thank you, my love.”

You wink at him, reveling in his warmth, snuggling a little closer albeit staying rather discreet, as this was an official event, after all.

His hand squeeze your waist a little, and you know what he’s about to do. He bends down to your ear and whispers, all suave and smug :

“What was this about needing um, a little disciplining ?”

You smile, knowing your mission was a frank success as he’s definitely not thinking about not wanting to be there anymore. Well. He most likely does. But he’s not dwelling on pain and misery for sure. And he’s not thinking those dark thoughts he can have sometimes...

You give him a coy look, and then you say :

“When we get out of here, I’ll show you.”

Oh you make him melt. Unable to hide his bedroom eyes, he gives your forehead a chaste kiss in the hope to regain countenance.

But it’s too late. You successful diverged his thoughts from any darkness...But now all he can think about is you.

And what you told him you wanted him to do to you.

Yes. Sometimes...Sometimes, you sending him absolutely dirty texts in public was everything he needed to come back to life.

As ridiculous as this sounded.

You were his lifeline so many times...He had no idea, at this point, what he would do without you. He couldn’t go back to the way he lived before you. No. He couldn’t.

And you wouldn’t let him anyway. Because no matter what, you were here for him. Your unconditional love, and self-admittedly cheekiness was here for him.

Ah. How good it felt, to be the only one in the world that could show off about being able to “fluster” the Batman himself.

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I think I haven’t written something that short in like...ever haha. I haven’t re-read myself, this is just a quick bonus story :). It’s really just a little fun thing to write, nothing too serious or detailed or with too much feels ^^'. A quick drabble written for the sake of writing haha. I hope you liked it anyway, and aren’t disappointed or something ?

Just wanted to show an unknown almost “evil” side to Batmom ? Hahahaha. Anyway : Any comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated ^^. Thanks in advance, and see you soon with an actual story ! There’s one coming just this week-end ;).

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someone-worth-racing-for · 2 years ago

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I just read About Dreams and it's sooo beautiful

but i'm curious about one thing, would they give mariella another sibling(s)..?

Thank you 😊 I'm glad you liked it!

I don't know if you have also read chapter 1 of About Dreams, but there you can find the answer to your question 😉

Or underneath the cut right here.. 👇🏼😅

Carlos already knew that expression on his boyfriend’s face way too well. He made himself accusations once again for being gone for so long. Lando also thought again that he was a bad father, while tears were already glistening in his eyes.

But to take those wrong thoughts away from him, the Spaniard leaned down to kiss the spot right behind his ear and finally leaded him into their bedroom. All exhausted, the younger one climbed underneath the duvets and when Carlos finally joined him, Lando quickly climbed on top of his body, claiming him as his.

When he was travelling, it was Mariella who was laying and also sleeping on top of his chest like that. Like father, like daughter, Carlos thought to himself, while he kissed the top of his head in affection.

Gently, the older one let his fingertips float over Lando’s bare back, stroking his sides and gently pulling him closer for another kiss onto his hairline. “You really aren’t a bad father, cariño. You know that.” Carlos finally whispered into the darkness, because he still knew that his boyfriend was thinking about it. He just knew him way too well for that.

“I just hate it to leave the two of you back home. I hate to let you do the whole work on your own, while I’m only here for a few days every month for having fun with Ella. I hate it to not be able to be here every moment of her life and to not see her growing up. And I also hate it to let you down.” Lando finally told him his heart, while he cried against the Spaniard’s bare chest.

“I know, cariño, I know. But even when you aren’t able to be here every second, our girl still loves you to the moon and back. You should have seen her today cheering for you in front of the TV, the way her eyes were shining while she was talking to you on the phone and also when she has really tried to wait for you on her tiny chair in the hallway. You are everything to her and I bet she should forget about me, if you would be here all the time. So you better leave in a few days again, so I will also get some attention again.”

Lando giggled on top of the Spaniard while he whipped away some of his tears, because both knew this wasn’t the truth. Mariella loved both of her fathers the same deep way and no one of the three of them would complain if Lando would stay forever.

“You exactly know this isn’t true. You own Ella’s heart, because she exactly knows what you are doing for her, for us, and so do I.” Lando whispered in response, before he kissed Carlos’ chest on the spot where his heart was beating inside.

“I think we can agree to it that we are both good fathers to her, no? And when my current world championship leader is ready to retire, we can have another child, so you will be able to see it growing up and to be there every second of its life.” Carlos whispered honestly and got so his boyfriend’s entire attention, even when he was already so sleepy.

“Really? You would want another baby?” The younger one asked in disbelief, because they had never talked about it before. “With you always, cariño.” Carlos kissed fondly the tip of his nose, before he whispered, “But now you should try to get some sleep, so you will be ready to take our girl’s energy and whole attention tomorrow. We can talk about it another time.”

“You are the best father in the world, Carlos. Seriously, I don’t know when I have got my forehead kissed by an angel, because I’m so blessed in my life with you and also with our sweet, little girl.“ Lando told him, meaning ever word and with tears glistening in his eyes once again.

“Because you deserve it, cariño. You deserve the world and even more. Te quiero con todo mi corazón.” The Spaniard whispered, before he leaned down to give the love of his life a long, soft good night kiss. “Buenas noches, mi amor. I also love you with my entire heart.”

#Carlando #About Dreams

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beclynn-herondale · 4 years ago

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In Another Universe: Chapter 2

(tsc and the characters belong to Cassandra Clare)

The next day Clar was laying around on the coach waiting for his mom and Luke to get home, his sister was sitting on the other side, they had a rule she gets a side and Clar gets a side, the stupid sibling things you did

He was still thinking about the girl, Jayce, there was something strange about her and her companions, Simone couldn't see them and it only made him find it more strange, was magic real?

Luke walked in with boxes and brought Clar back to reality

"Hey," Clar said

"Hey, Clar," said Luke

"What are the boxes for?" He asked

"Your mom wants to put some stuff away," he said.

"Can I ask you something?" Clar asked

"Sure, what is it?" Luke said

"If you saw something, someone no one else could see, what would you think?" He asked

"Clar you're am artist like your mother, you know that, it gives you the ability to see the beauty and the horror," Luke answered

And then his mom walked in

"Thank you, Luke, for the help and sorry it took me a bit, had to find a parking space," said Jocelyn, Clar's mother

People said Clar looked like a boy version of his mother, but her shade of red hair was slightly darker than Clar's,they both had the same green eyes, they both had freckles and the same face shape, but his mother was beautiful and he didn't see much of beauty in himself, not that society really let's boys be called beautiful.

His sister was beautiful but in a different way, she had very pale blonde hair, and she had green eyes but they were more of a forest green where Clar's and their mom's was more emerald green, she also had freckles though.

Mom and Luke were talking and Clar got stuck in his head again like he did so often

"Kids," their mother said.

Both Joan and Clar looked up at her, it was moments like these that they resembled each other.

"We're going to Luke's farm for a while."

"oh..." Joan said

"But I paid for art classes," Clar said

"I'll pay you back Clar," she told him

"Mom, no I want to go and besides I can get a job and stay here of you want to go–" he was saying

"Clar, no, it's final," She said. "We're going."

"Jocelyn, just tell the truth," Luke said

Tell them the truth what? Clar had no idea what he was talking about, were they in trouble somehow?

"No, Luke," said Jocelyn. "They are too young."

Joan looked bored with this, though to be fair she got bored with a lot of things.

The doorbell rang and there was Simone and Clar grabbed his bag and went with Simone to Erica's stupid poetry reading.

"I'm going with Simone to Java Jones, don't wait for me," he said more coldly than intended.

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Jayce was wondering about that boy she saw, and trying to figure out how he could possibly see them, her and Alec were training but she could do both, she was like that good at two things, good at many things.

"You look like your head is in the clouds today," Alec said

"Just thinking," said Jayce

"Wow, you actually thinking, that's new," Alec teased

"I know I have an incredible brain as well as elegant looks and amazing charm," she said

Alec just rolled her eyes

"You're thinking about that boy aren't you?" Alec said with some venom in her voice.

"How'd you know?" She asked

"Because I agree he's a danger now that he can see us."

"I asked Hodge if I could find him and figure how he can see us and he gave me permission, so I am gonna put gear on and do that," she said

"Do you want me to go with you?" Alec asked

"No, I think it's better if it's just me," Jayce told her parabatai

And she heard a mumbled something from her, not knowing what it was.

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Clar was finding the a place to sit, while Simone got them coffee, he needed to get away from his mom or he would say something he would regret.

Clar noticed a guy watching Simone and wondered if he liked her, although girls sometimes looked at Simone like that too.

He ended up asking Clar if Simone had a boyfriend or was seeing anyone, to which Clar said no, it did make him wonder himself now.

"They were all out of the nice cups," said Simone as she returned with their coffee

"Be careful, you're burning yourself," he said

"You'd be surprised Fray, it don't bother me," she said right before she yelped

Clar sighed

"hey, question," he asked.."why don't you have a boyfriend?"

Simone jumped

"What?" she said

"Just wondering, there are people at our school who are interested in you," he teased

"The reason I don't have a boyfriend is—"

Clar had stopped listening, there she was behind them laughing, and walking away.

"Clar?" Simone said. "Are you alright?"

It snapped Clar back to reality

"I'll be right back," he said as he was heading for the door.

When he got to outside, there she was leaning against the wall of the building, and acting like she was better

"Why were you laughing at us!?" Is all Clar could say. "You think you are so much better?"

He didn't know her so why did she make him so angry?

"I was laughing because people confessing their love to someone amuses me," she said

"What?" He said. "I don't know who you are or who you think you are but—"

"But, you're stunningly beautiful," she said with sarcasm and arrogance

She made his cheeks turn red with anger

"Wow you're something aren't you?" Was all he said

"Yes, I am many things," Jayce said

"Why are you following me? I really will call the police," Clar told her.

"And tell them 'oh police officer, you gotta help me, there's this invisible girl following me', hate to tell you but they can't see me," she said.

"I swear to—"

"Careful, don't use such language around a lady like myself," she interrupted

And stared at him with a strange look for a few moments

And said "You aren't a Mundane, but how can you see us?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about but you seem out of your mind."

"Let me see your right hand," she said

Did this girl seriously just ask that?

"Here see," she held out her left hand and there was a tattoo like thing there. "Usually they are on the right hand but I am left handed so mine is on my left," she said.

Clar didn't know why but he held his right hand out to her, and she looked at it

"Nothing," she said. "You are working out to be a conduit puzzle."

Then Clar's phone rang after she said that

"Take that, it's not like i am in a rush or anything," she said with sarcasm

"Hello," she said, it was his mom and all he heard was 'don't come home' and crashing and terrible noises

And then his mom was gone, the phone was hung up, he dropped his phone and it broke

"Are you ok?" Asked Jayce

"I need a phone," said Clar

And saw she had one on her belt and grabbed it, probably not the most proper thing to do but he needed it

"That's not a phone," she said

He pressed at it and noticed she was right but his brain wasn't thinking right and so he ran off towards home, the last thing he heard was her calling after him

"I can help!"

——————

When he got to their home everything was a wreck, and his Mom and Sister were nowhere to be found, he went down to his bedroom towards a noise he heard and stood in horror and shock at what he saw

There was some kind of creature there, talking about blood and crunching bones, Clar felt frozen in place, the thing came at him, he was fighting back, hitting it with what he could find around him, and then he remembered he had the phone thingy that Jayce had, he shoved it in the things mouth, but as he was running he felt pain in his neck and everything went black.

——————

When he woke up his head was aching, and he saw that Jayce was looking at him

"You're awake," she said

"Where am I?" He asked

And looked around, he was outside his apartment

"We need to get out of here," she said

"Why?"

"Those police officers are demons not actually police officers," said Jayce

Clar looked up and saw what she was talking about, and he saw a creature again, he tried to get up, Jayce was helping him up but the moment he got up he felt a rush of pain go through his head, and passed out again.

(sorry I know it's kinda the same scene all over again in the beginning but the next stuff will be different)

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years ago

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Won’t You Stay (Part 8)

Summary: The reader spends the night at Jensen’s place but has a moment of doubt over their new relationship. When the reader goes to her parents place for dinner that night, her siblings share some secrets they’ve been harboring but she’s not as willing to go there yet...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x Director!reader

Word Count: 2,400ish

Warnings: language, depression, self-doubt, implied past domestic abuse

A/N: Please enjoy!

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Friday Night

“Y/N,” laughed Jensen as you leaned against the window in the restaurant that night. You’d barely had time to change into something nice after work and hurried over to the restaurant, Jensen sitting at the bar with a drink. You nearly tripped in your heels when you’d gotten over there, Jensen giggling quietly to himself.

When you got to a table, you woke up some but you were already more than embarrassed. Jensen played it off thankfully and you eased into dinner, talking mostly about work and your days. When it came time for dessert though you weren’t sure if you’d make it.

“Honey, you’re exhausted. Did you sleep at all last night?”

“No. I caught up on a few things,” you said, blinking open your eyes and leaning back in your seat. “I am one hundred percent awesome and ready to go.”

“Well I’m tired and I know I didn’t get to sleep last night either,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “Dinner was very good.”

“I’d love to come back,” you yawned.

“Still doing awesome?” he laughed.

“Mostly awesome. Actually I’d kind of love to go put on pajamas and get out of this dress,” you said.

“I think I’m going to catch our waiter and ask for that dessert to go,” he said.

“Good plan,” you said, giving him a thumbs up.

“You’re extra adorable when you’re all tired,” he said, booping your nose.

“I’m always adorable,” you said, giving him a sleepy smile.

“Yes you are.”

“Mm,” you said sitting on Jensen’s couch half an hour later, taking your last bite of cake. “Yummy.”

“I’m stuffed,” he said, groaning as he stretched out. “You want the bed?”

“Hm?” you hummed as you shut your eyes.

“I don’t think either one of us could drive even if we wanted to,” he said, pulling you to your feet. “You take the bed. I’ll crash out here.”

“We can share. I won’t give you cooties,” you said, curling up into a ball.

“Maybe I want some cooties,” he teased. “Alright, come on then.”

He pulled you to your feet and guided you back to his room, grabbing a t shirt and a pair of clean boxers for you to wear.

“This okay?”

“Mhm,” you hummed. You ducked in his bathroom to change, coming out to find him in pajamas and hanging up his suit. “Your clothes are very soft.”

“Well thank you. You look very, very tired, honey. Get some sleep,” he said, shutting the door. You walked over to his bed and plopped down, nearly falling asleep right there. “Under the covers, sleepyhead.”

“Mhm,” you said, out before he could lay down beside you.

“Good morning,” a quiet voice said as you started to stir. You rolled and found yourself face first with Jensen’s, a shy smile there. “Sleep good?”

“Amazing,” you said, brushing your lips over his. It was a slow and teasing kiss and he let you do all the work. You smirked as you moved back an inch, Jensen laying there with a goofy look on his face. “Morning.”

“Very good morning. Pretty good for a first kiss,” he said. He cupped your cheek and pulled you back into it, lazy and easy. His breath was warm, his lips soft, light stubble just the right kind of rough.

Then you had to go and shrug away from him. You sat up panting, putting your back to him.

“Y/N,” he said, voice gentle and sweet, a little waiver underneath it. “Honey.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” he said. You curled your toes in the carpet, the bed dipping as Jensen crawled over and sat beside you. Maybe you weren’t ready for this again, to be close to someone like that. Nearly your entire relationship with Logan had been a disaster and poor Jensen didn’t deserve to deal with the never ending fallout from it. You stared at you lap but moved closer to him, Jensen wrapping his arm loosely around your waist. “You okay?”

“I’m sorry. We shouldn’t do this. Find someone better, less complicated,” you said. His arm curled around you tighter though and you stared at him, Jensen still looking all soft and smiley.

“Yeah but I found you and I like you and you like me. I want you. Whatever this is, it doesn’t scare me,” he said. You swallowed and stared at him, big green eyes looking back.

“It should,” you said.

“I’m tougher than I look,” he said with a quick smirk. “You don’t have to say anything, just know it’s safe here. I promise.”

“Sorry I shrugged you off,” you said, giving him a smile. He returned it and kissed your temple.

“It’s alright. I will let you be in charge of potential make out sessions from now, alright?” he said.

“Jensen,” you said as he went to move away. “My last boyfriend...things ended bad. Very bad. It’s not you at all. Please know that.”

“If you ever want to talk about it, I’m here but otherwise, let’s not let that douche ruin any more of our morning, hm?” he said.

“Sounds good,” you said. “We can start with getting back to fun things.”

“What kind of-“

You gave him a kiss, Jensen humming into it. He put his hands on your hips and pulled you into his lap. It was soft and slow, Jensen letting you guide him and move his hands up your back.

“You are so attractive,” you said, kissing under his jaw. He turned into it, dropping his head on your shoulder, a tiny groan leaving his lips. “And I think that’s enough for now.”

“For now,” he said, smiling when you pulled back. “Feel better now?”

“Very,” you said.

“Would you like to get lunch with me, miss director?” he teased.

“I would love to but I have to pop into work for a meeting. Tonight?” you asked.

“Didn’t you tell your parents you were going over for dinner?” he said. You pursed your lips but he smiled. “Hang out with your family and relax a little. We can get together tomorrow.”

“You sure?” you said.

“Yeah. We’ll do something fun. I got the perfect idea in mind already.”

“So,” said Ella, plopping down on the other side of your dad in the family room that evening, your mom out getting the takeout. “Where’s your boyfriend?”

“I think he went out with his friends for dinner and a drink,” you said as you looked through your phone.

“You could have gone, sweetie,” said your dad. “I don’t need a babysitter. I have several of you if you look around.”

“I wanted to hang out with you guys. I really need a day off,” you said as you sent off another email.

“You working on the weekends?” he asked.

“Some,” you said.

“Why?” asked Anthony. “Aren’t you already getting paid like an assload of money?”

“Your sister is in charge of 289 people, Anthony. It’s a tad stressful,” said your dad. “But he has a point. You need to take some more time. You have two and a half months to go. It’s only been two weeks. You’ll burn out before it’s over.”

“I know. I want it to be good is all,” you said. You shut your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder, your dad humming quietly.

“Dad. Can I uh, talk to you about something?” said Anthony. You slowly opened your eyes, Ella giving you a quick glance. There was a tone in his voice and you both nodded.

“Of course. Your sisters already seem to know what this is about,” he said.

“Yeah. They do. So um, you know...you know Nolan?” he asked, fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt.

“Your best friend since kindergarten? Yes, I know him,” said your dad, a quiet laugh escaping him. “What about him?”

“Yeah. Uh, Nolan and I are...see...Nolan’s not just my best friend,” said Anthony, rubbing the back of his neck. “He’s uh, he’s my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?” asked your dad. You looked back and forth between them, Anthony calmer than you were expecting. “How long have you two been dating?”

“Almost a year,” he said.

“A year, huh,” said your dad, Anthony nodding. “You guys going out someplace for your anniversary?”

“Uh, probably just get pizza or something,” said Anthony, glancing to you.

“You guys should go out somewhere nice. I’ll pay. Only have a first anniversary once,” he said with a smile.

“Okay?” said Anthony. “I...dad, I...you understand...I’m gay, don’t you?”

“Anthony,” said your dad, getting up and plopping down in the oversized chair next to him. “Honey, I don’t care if you like boys or girls or both or whoever. It doesn’t change anything. You’re still my son and I still love you.”

“Oh. Good,” he said with a smile, your dad pulling him into a squeezing hug. “Dad.”

“I love you,” he said. “You gonna talk to me again? I am very good at talking about boys by the way.”

“Yeah, it was stupid to be afraid,” he said.

“Anthony and this goes for all three of you, I don’t give a damn how big you are, you can always come to me and mom when you’re scared. You never have to be afraid of us,” he said. “Got that?”

“Yeah. Is it cool if Nolan comes over more? I know we go to his house a lot lately,” said Anthony.

“Yes and he can sleepover as I’m sure you’re doing the horizontal tango at this point in the game,” he said. “Just be smart and safe, okay?”

“Yeah. Also, let’s not talk about sex, please,” he said. “Not with them in the room.”

“I showed you what kind of condoms to get, idiot,” you said, rolling your eyes. “He nearly shit a brick when I made him pay. Then there was the what kind of-“

“Shut up,” groaned Anthony.

“You have a good sister,” chuckled your dad. “What about Ella bella? You doing okay? You've been a bit quiet lately too.”

“I told a guy I thought I liked I wasn’t ready for sex with him and he was a dick and I’m glad I didn’t do it,” she said, giving you a smile.

“...Okay. Um, Ella. I won’t tell you how to do things but...wait a bit. Find someone you love and do it with them. Although it sounds like your sister has struck again in the advice department,” he said.

“You have hormonal teenagers, not my fault,” you laughed. He smiled and nodded, looking you up and down. “What?”

“Anything you want to share?” he asked.

“Nope,” you said. He nodded, tilting his head. “Dad.”

“Your brother and sister just did, even though that was hard for both of them I’m sure,” he said.

“Dad. Drop it,” you said.

“You don’t have to be a dick. You’re the one that told us to talk to dad,” said Ella.

“You have been like super angsty lately, Y/N,” said Anthony. “Who cares about your stupid ex-boyfriend? Your new boyfriend is awesome. Even dad likes him.”

“I do like him,” chuckled your dad but he caught you frowning. “No one, not even mom, got the picture on what happened with Logan.”

“Leave me alone,” you said as you quickly stood up. You headed down the front hall, your dad catching up quickly and spinning you around. “I thought you were going to drop-”

“Did he hurt you?” he asked. You blinked and he stared down at you. “Did he hurt you? Touch you? Force himself on you? Something is not right and I’m sorry but you’re not leaving until we know the truth once and for all.”

“He broke my heart. That’s all there is to it,” you said.

“No, it’s not.”

“Why do you even care?” you said with a shrug. “Go off to your real kids, not the accident.”

“Y/N,” he said, opening his mouth and shaking his head. “Sweetie, you’re not-”

“If she hadn’t died, you wouldn’t know I existed. You know why I got so into writing books when I was a teenager, dad? You were playing house with your real kids with the wife you actually loved. There was no burden, there was no trying to hide from your five your old how much better life would be without her in it. Writing let me pretend, run away. Stay out of my business. I’ve been staying out of yours for years,” you said.

He stared at you as you went to the door and pulled on your shoes, Anthony already grabbing your arm.

“What is wrong with you? Seriously? Dad just had a bad night and-“

“Let go,” you said but he tightened his grip. “Anthony. Stop. You’re hurting me.”

“Anthony, let go of your sister,” said your dad quietly.

“Not until she explains what the fuck is going on,” he said, his hand becoming painful.

“Let go!” you said, kneeing him in the groin and shoving him away. You grabbed your arm and rubbed it, all three of them staring at you.

“Come here,” said your dad. You shook your head and he held out his arms. “What’s daddy’s most important job? You used to ask me all the time, kiddo.”

“Being daddy,” you mumbled, squeezing your eyes shut. He walked over and wrapped his arms around you, shushing you. “I’m sorry, Anthony.”

“Me too,” he said.

“Guys, eat dinner when it gets here with mom, alright? I’m going out with your sister for a while,” he said.

“Where are we going?”

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A/N: Read Part 9 here!

#supernatural #spn #jensen x reader #jensen ackles #supernatural series #supernatural reader insert #jensen ackles x reader #spn reader insert #jensen reader insert #jensen x #jensen ackles x you

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devintrinidad · 4 years ago

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So Uhm, CAW anon here. I haven’t been into Hetalia for years. But I feel like talking about a few things I noticed back in fandom a lot that I didn’t see at all in the canon manga/anime (though Hetalia itself is just a fanfic of history. I’m only focusing on character and relationships present in the canon series).

Ok a lot has probably changed since the last couple of years in fandom. But back then I saw a lot of depictions of the FACE group: England and Canada not having much of a relationship. France and Canda being the closest while France and America aren’t close at all. America and Canada having a strained if not dysfunctional brotherly bond. Canada having no backbone and being a sad sack all the time or just being a pure angel with no flaws. America being too childish.

I’m going to try to remember all the canon bits to back me up. But I’m mostly curious if there’s anything off and your (most likely much more up to date and informed) thoughts.

Canada and England have a pretty good relationship from what I’ve seen. We’ve sen plenty of material of England being present in colony Canada’s life. He used to cook for him too (poor Canada) and Canada spent almost about the same amount of time with him as America did. Later on Canada chose Enlgand over America when the colonies revolted. He didn’t want to pick a side but in the end he did. He fought against American troops. Was there when England was heartbroken over the fighting. He even acted as a strategist, using his knowledge as America’s twin brother to use America’s weaknesses against him (sending surrender papers inside a basket of food. America was so hungry it took George Washington telling him to resist to not take the bait). Later on when America and Canada were trying to mend their relationship. Canada would get so nervous and have England talk for him all the time instead (which only confused America). England did it without any fuss despite any issues he and America might still have. Overall Canada recalls having a good childhood and England was a part of that. The two might not be as close as America and England are, but they have their own history and bond both are very comfortable and happy with each other.

America and Canada. Fans I ran into often focused on America and England’s dynamic history. But the North American brothers have a lot of their own turmoil and strength to them as well. While Canada might,moan about being invisible and such. Canada also remembers having a very fun childhood with America. So much he remembers how sad he was when America grew up much faster then him and couldn’t play with him all the time like he used to. When Canada told America he didn’t want to fight, only to choose England, America felt betrayed. He loved Canada and wanted his twin brother to fight for freedom with him. Their relationship went pretty sour for a long time. But the two did end up trying to be mature later on in life and congratulate each other despite how annoyed they are at how different the other is.

From there we only get brother goodness. They can bug each other a lot. Canada takes for granted everything America has done and gone through, things that have also been good for Canada. While America likes to mess with Canada and act pushy with him. They do like to horse around and spend time together. Despite their differences, they’re probably the closest siblings in the world of nations. They’ve gone through their bitterness and still chose to be close brothers in the end. They like to play sports together. They like to use their appearances to mess with England who can’t tell them apart like France can. They call each other on the phone a lot. They have a joint Search for Santa Claus operations every winter. America respects Canada’s opportunity and ability to easily get along with others. He also takes Canada’s concerns very seriously and offers reasonable and helpful advice such as how to help his citizens get along. Canada’s opinions must mean a lot to him since Canada is the only individual to make America cry in despair when he went into his 3 hour insult rant against him. Despite his complaints about his personality, Canada looks up to America as a big brother who he always goes to for comfort or help. He respects and admires America a lot and trusts him as his closest confidante (after his polar bear. Not that that bear is ever helpful). Overall America and Canada have their downs like every sibling pair has. But they also seem to have a very strong and stable connection where they can act like brothers and best friends. Sometimes I think it’s easier to imagine America is closer to Canada then he is to England.

America and France. Back then these two didn’t get a lot of attention. Which is strange because there’s tons of material of them interacting throughout the centuries. France used to cook for America when England wasn’t around (I bet when Colony America said English food was as good as French food, some thing broke inside France. The reason America started disliking English food is because France made it his mission to salvage some of his tastebuds. Xp). France has been the only FACE member to stay by America’s side without conflict. Both of them obviously had a close bond since France gave America Lady Liberty and you could see teasing and ruffling America’s hair like a big brother. The two hang out a lot. They go to Maid Cafes together. They seem to have lunch together all the time at conferences since France is always looking for America to go eat together. They apparently also have sleepovers a lot and like to compare different genres of movies. Whatever issues their people can have with each other never seems to affect their personal interactions. France is the big brother of love and that’s sometimes a running gag for jokes. But he really seems to be like a normal big brother figure for America. He often worries about America and Russia’s scary relationship and chides England for raising America to be weird. In a deleted strip, France is preventing America from drinking alcohol because he’s too young (being physically 19). It also gets a bit heartwarming when you recall the Joan of arc strips where France meets the reincarnation of Joan and she’s an American. Almost like America is now taking care of Joan and giving her the opportunity to be free and happy in ways she couldn’t before.

Also while it’s not part of their dynamic. It’s always interesting that when the author wanted to show the Nation’s personal relationships with humanity. He always chose America and France. The supposed happy go lucky airheads who often gain a affectionate yet somber (to even downright tragic) experience from it.

Overall America and France have a nice quiet and stable relationship. You could say while England raised America as a colony. France was among the mentors to America on how to be his own Nation.

I think that’s it. Again my memory might be foggy but that’s what I can recall. =P

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WAIT A MINUTE YOU’RE ALSO A HETALIAN??? AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME???

Okay, I’m going to prioritize this ask/submission thing first because wow, you’re a Hetalian and Hetalia has a special place in my heart. First of all, I’m kind of flattered that you think that I’m up to date for this, hahaha. I’ll have to tell you, while I do know a lot about American history, I’m actually more of a fan of the Itabros, hehehe.

A few tumblr people that I know specialize in Hetalia and have already posted FACE dynamics a lot in the blogs are, but not limited to: @historihet @stirringwinds and @ellawritesficssometimes. I’m not sure if Ella is still active, but there’s a lot of content that you can browse through if I’m not thorough. Also, again, the list of tumblrs that have been associated with FACE are definitely more than I can imagine, those are the three that I follow and know off the top of my head.

To @historihet @stirringwinds @ellawritesficssometimes, I love your interpretations and love for history! If I say anything inaccurate or something you don’t find to your liking, please inform me! I don’t want to spread misinformation and I’m just so excited to talk about Hetalia to my dear Anon Friend :D

If you’re reading this, I hope that you all have a wonderful day! And keep up the great work with your own analyses/fanart/fanfiction/etc. You guys rock and keep the fandom alive. :D

Anywhoozles, what you said here is fairly accurate. FACE definitely has its up and downs. Assuming that you haven’t been active in the fandom since... let’s say 2012-2014ish era, you might have noticed that the common bonds are Canada and France (platonic), France and England (rivalry/lovers/enemies), and the most concerning relationship America and England (brothers/rivals/lovers???). What you said in your analysis really applies within the sense of what is considered to be manga/anime canon, not necessarily historical canon.

In historical canon (if you want to go down that route), FACE is one dysfunctional mess if you want to consider it as one family unit. Every one of them at one point has been at each other’s throat at one point (whether it be at war or just snubbing the other because of politics).

We have:

1. The Revolutionary War (England vs America)

2. War of 1812 (Canada/England vs America, with special emphasis in 1814 because Canada burned down America’s White House if I remember correctly)

3. The XYZ Affair (I’m pretty sure it was a snub in diplomacy??? which actually started a war???)

4. The fact that American promised to help France in their own revolution, but Washington said no because we’re still a new country and all that jazz (...I know this because of Hamilton IF YOU’RE ALSO A HAMILFAN I WILL CRY)

5. And like the entire history of France/England is just its own thing

As you can probably tell, FACE... I think was just a term for the fans to make this makeshift family dynamic that is cute in some respects if this was like a human au, but definitely a cluster of effs if you imagine them as eldritch abominations that were brought to life because of human imagination.

Like, the dynamics can go in so many directions if you want to choose one aspect of history over another.

In @stirringwinds, they often write/draw about America as this Prodigal son who happens to be like the Crown Prince succeeding his once proud father. (America turning into a superpower after the World Wars and the English Empire just kinda dismantling itself because of everything.... OF COURSE THAT’S AN OVERSIMPLIFICATION, PLEASE DON’T KILL ME FOR INACCURACY!

Whereas for another tumblr, @historihet they portray the USUK relationship as more of a ship. Like, the whole brother relationship that is skewed in the anime/dubs/subs (this is due to the fact that some fans take the whole older brother thing too literally because in Japan, you call your elders/peers that happen to be older than you via polite endearments) is more of a... I’m not gonna say paternal, but it was more of a mentor thing? I’m not sure, I haven’t interacted with them much, but I’m pretty sure they ship it. Plus, their art is so amazing and they’re obviously a fan of history because wow, their head canons and their art is so beautiful and detailed.

As for the whole France and Canada relationship, I think this can be further elaborated via @ellawritesficssometimes. I remember reading that France and Canada, while having a similar relationship to England and America, it wasn’t that close or as heartwarming as many fans make it out to be. If you follow Canadian history, I’m pretty sure Canada was under French rule for a sort time before becoming part of the English Empire. Like, Canada was part of the Empire for a longer time than under France. This means that France wasn’t always there, England was. You can further read between the lines about the English/Canadian relationships, especially if you consider the fact that America fought an entire revolution to get away from England because of neglect on England’s part and on Canada’s part.... all he had to do was ask.

Soooooo....

Overall, I’m glad that you told me that you were part of the Hetalia fandom. It’s nice to see that the fandom is still alive and kicking, hahah. That reminds me, I’ve got to finish my series concerning Italia Veneziano, oops. Just wondering, but why did you want to talk about this? Not that I mind, it just seems out of the blue...

Thanks for the analysis and your chat! I hope that you have a wonderful day! :D

Please don’t tell me you want a FACE fic, hahahah. XD

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crestomanci · 3 years ago

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Chapter 3

I couldn’t sleep. I walked around the room, controlling myself not to go near the windows, took my phone and thought about calling Rupert, so that he could warn Miss Picket that I had to leave town, but how could I explain something like this? He’d probably think that I was joking or drunk. I felt like I was about to faint and a terrible headache started to shoot me down.

“Jean?” I called, going closer to the door and we opened the door at the same time.

“You called, princess?”

“Can you get my dad? I’m not feeling well. I need… something” I said, sighing.

“Your father is already in his room, resting, princess. Do you want me to call a doctor?” He looked rather reluctant.

It felt like I was about to cry and I raised my hand, denying the suggestion.

“No. Can you get me a painkiller or something? Anything.”

“Sure, what are you feeling, princess?” He asked and I noticed he was about to grab my wrists, but he stopped.

“Just… I… I don’t know.” I couldn’t express myself clearly, so I just closed the door and Jean didn’t stop me.

I looked at the box that was on the floor, beside my backpack, and sat on the floor, in front of it, starting to open it. I couldn’t care less about the tears and hiccups that were filling in the room.

After throwing the top of the box away, I spread the pictures on the floor and kept staring at them for a long time, until I heard someone knock on the door.

“Excuse me, princess, may I come in?” someone asked. A voice I didn’t recognize.

“Yes.” I answered, cleaning the tears with the back of my hands and trying to control myself.

“Hello?” I heard and, when I turned around, I saw Charles. “I brought you the painkillers you asked before. Oh, you’re crying? Do you want me to come back another time?”

I heard Jean clear his throat and Charles looked at the door, where Jean probably was standing.

“You can come in” I said and Charles obeyed, closing the door, but not before I heard Jean clearing his throat even higher and stronger.

“Something tells me that he’s going to be cruel when reporting about me” Charles whispered and got close to me, sitting on the floor beside me, but half a meter away. “I brought you medicine, soothing pills, vitamins… What do you need? I mean, miss… Princess.”

“I need you to stop calling me princess for starters” I took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, prince....” he stopped and tried not to laugh. “I’m sorry, but that isn’t something we can control. It’s the way we show respect for the royalty. We learn this as soon as we grow up.”

“I’m not from royalty. I don’t even know where y’all live, how do you expect me to become a princess?”

“We don’t. You are the princess. They are calling you ‘the lost princess of Combellmont’. And everyone is waiting for you.” He confessed, as he offered me the medicines, asking me to choose one. I chose the painkiller, as I’ve asked Jean before, and a soothing pill.

“How wonderful!” I mocked after taking the pills and drinking the water Charles brought.

He smiled and I noticed a small cut on his lower lip.

“You’ll have everything you wish to adapt yourself to this new life and you can always count on your aunt, who’s very anxious to meet you.”

I tried to remember where an aunt fits in this whole story, but I just howled.

“I hate all of this.” I looked at the box and the pictures. “I hate not knowing what to do, where I’m heading or what’s waiting for me.”

Charles looked impressed with my reaction, so he got up and told me: “It’s late already.” He was about to call me “princess” once again, but controlled himself. “Go to bed and lay down. I’ll put the box on your side and, if you allow me, I’ll put the armchair closer to the bed and I’ll tell you everything you’d like to know about your kingdom.”

He raised his hand and I held it while he helped me get up. Then, I went to bed, laid down, just to realize I was wearing the flannel, my pajama shirt and jeans. Charles waited until I laid down, motionless, and, after that, he put the box beside me. He went to the armchair and brought it closer to the bed, sitting on it.

“If you allow me, just for tonight and I beg you to keep this a secret, how should I address you?” he asked.

“Nick.” I replied.

“Okay, Nick. My family and friends call me Chuck, except when I’m at work… Then, Jean insists on calling me Charles.” he explained.

“Are you and Jean family?”

“Siblings” he replied and then amended: “He loves to play the older brother role.”

“I have siblings too, right… Chuck?” I asked with an involuntary smile on my lips and yawned, feeling the effects of the soothing pill.

“Two. Princess Rafaella and Prince Hugo. And, as I’ve said before, you also have an aunt, Princess Antonina. They are introduced this way to the public, however, inside the castle, they allow us to call them Ella and Nina.”

I saw Chuck coming closer to the box and he took some newspaper articles, but I just closed my eyes and kept listening to what he was saying.

“Your mom was the most loved queen and she really dedicated herself to Combellmont. Unfortunately, she died right after Hugo was born and, since then, Nina is the one that takes care of your siblings. She’s always really adorable with everyone in the royal guard, even though people that maintain the castle say otherwise. To me and to my brother she’s admirable. Her health was always fragile, so she doesn’t really go outside the castle, but she has been going out to pronounce and she was the one that revealed your mother’s testament, she was the one that assumed your existence. It was shocking to everyone, but it didn’t blemish your mother’s figure. Your mom was strong. I mean, she preferred to leave your custody to your dad, married King Louis and then he had that sad ending on the Adriatic sea…”

I wanted to ask about what happened to King Louis, but I fell asleep and didn’t remember anything else that Chuck told me after that.

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I woke up to the room maid taking the pictures that were under me, since I tend to move around a lot while I’m sleeping and ended up sleeping on the pictures and newspaper articles. When we exchanged looks, I didn’t know who was more scared, me or her, and, after whispering an apology, she bowed and left the room, probably to warn one of the guards that I was already up. Then, a couple seconds later, Jean entered the room.

“Good morning, princess. Should I ask them to bring your breakfast?”

“Where’s my dad?” I asked, rubbing my eyes and sitting on the bed.

“He was waiting for you to wake up, but decided to eat breakfast with the guard this morning.”

This morning? I looked around, looking for my phone and, when I found it, I noticed it was past noon.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? It’s late already!” I exclaimed as I got up, staggering around the room.

“It wasn’t necessary.” Jean replied just like that.

I snorted and shook my head, entering the bathroom. When I left, after brushing my teeth and pulling up my hair, the breakfast was already in my room, with three different breakfast carts laying around the suite table.

“Wow, who’s gonna eat with me?” I asked, wondering if they’ve called a meeting now.

“It’s a diverse menu, princess. I advise you to get fruits, water and milk” Jean suggested, hiding a smile. “And your aunt would like to talk to you. She’s worried and wishes to see you even if it’s online. May I bring the notebook for a call?”

I replied, shaking my shoulders without knowing what to expect. I opened each closed tray on the carts, picking eggs, bacon, sausage and bread. I poured a glass of orange juice to myself.

When I was about to finish my dish, but had my fingers and mouth dirty, Jean brought the notebook and put it on the table, in front of me, when I waved to a woman with short blond hair and narrow brown eyes and pointy nose.

“Oh, my sweet niece!” she exclaimed and covered her mouth with her hands.

I pointed a finger and got up so that I could chew the food without her noticing it and, only after that, I sat down to talk to her, while cleaning my mouth and fingers with a napkin.

“Good morning” I said, forcing myself to smile.

“It's already evening here, darling.” she informed me. “I just need to know if everything is okay. I heard about the terrible attack you and your father suffered and I hope you’ll be here immediately.”

“Ah, yeah. It was nuts, but everyone is fine.” I confirmed, without knowing how to express myself.

“Oh, Nicolle. I hope to meet you soon. And your siblings are anxious.” she said with a short smile.

I nodded once again, not saying a word.

“I imagine how hard it must be, but we have a lot of time for you to adapt yourself and you’ll have every support we can give you. By the way, I think you already know that, but I’m your mother’s sister. Your aunt, Antonina, but everyone calls me Nina around here and you may as well call me Aunt Nina.”

“Okay.” I replied.

This time, she noticed I didn’t know what to say, so she decided to say goodbye.

“I’ll let you have your breakfast in peace. I’ll be waiting for you and your room is ready for your arrival. See you soon, darling.”

“See ya… Aunt.” I said and, after that, she hung up.

I took a deep breath and continued to eat. After all, I was really hungry.

After taking a shower and being amazed by the bathroom box that would fit a bed inside, and by the bathroom itself, that was probably the same size as my bedroom back in Montgomery, I started to try to ignore whatever I was feeling.

As I ran my hands through the glass, I saw a pair of frightened eyes with lots of eye bags. My eyes. But I refused to let the doubts tangle my brain again, so I dressed up and left the room to meet my dad.

“They wanted me to ask for permission to let me in.” he said with a grimace when we met.

I howled, shaking my shoulders, got closer to my dad and hugged him.

“Calm down, Nick. I’m still recovering.” I let him go, trying to see his arm. “I’m fine, but I came here to talk to you.”

“Okay, what’re you telling me now? That you’re an FBI agent? That I’m half alien? That my mom was a mermaid? Actually, that’s something I’d like to be true…” I provoked him.

“Nick, I’m going back to Montgomery.” he said.

I stared at him.

“What’re you sayin’?”

“Dear, I want you to understand me… I know that you must be confused with everything that’s going on, but all of that was predicted in your destiny. Your mom was the one that was supposed to be here, explaining everything to you, but, sadly, she couldn’t do it.” He started, then sat on the chair that Chuck sat the day before. “All of that, you being a princess, you having the right to become a queen… It was something I already expected. Caroline wanted to keep you away from all of that, but she made me promise that I’d take care of you and educate you so that you’d become a good person, which you are.’’

I couldn’t believe in what I was hearing.

“You started learning Spanish when you were little because that’s Combellmont's official language. I did everything I could to keep you in Abeley because I wanted you to have the best education in town. That’s why I insisted you should try Ballet, swimming classes, music classes… I did everything I could so that you could be who you’re now… A princess.”

“What’re you sayin’?” I repeated, feeling desperate.

“And I know that you’ll be well treated and will have a future with great people that will take care of you. The care that you always needed and that I failed to give. Even after the accident… You know how much I regret that, but now you can leave all that behind and follow your life! Start a new story.��

“So that’s it? You really intend to leave me like that? Do you even understand what you’re doing to me?” I wanted to shout, but kept talking between teeth so that Isaac and Jean wouldn’t come in and interrupt us.

“Nick, I’m not leaving you. I’m freeing you! You’ll start a new chapter of your life and I’ll be in Montgomery if you ever need me. If you need me, I’ll be there.”

“I need you now, dad!” I couldn’t manage my tone this time.

“I’m so sorry.” he concluded and, after that, he got up. “But I’ll not come with you. You don’t need me as you feel like you do. And after you are crowned, what good would I be? I’ll always be treated like a burden to you. You’ll be better without me.”

I didn’t feel like crying and asked myself if I had cried so hard yesterday that I had no tears left today. As bad as this news was, I could only feel anger and disappointment. Seeing that I had shut down, my dad walked towards the door.

“I’m sorry, Nick. I’ll always be your dad and you’ll always be welcomed in your old life.”

Then he left, leaving me there. Alone.

End of the chapter. Let me know if you liked! Don't forget to comment, like and shared with your friends. See y'all soon! 💜

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hockeysweetheart · 4 years ago

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Part 6 Of Back To District 12

Katniss who lost her Husband 3 years ago.. Comes back to District 12. With her 3 Children. She finds out Peeta Who also Lost his wife 4 years ago came back to District 12 as well. They fall in love again and have bumps along the way… Their life is crazy but they make it work…

Notes: At this point your gonna be like you love to drop a bomb on us don’t you… well it would be a lie if I said no…

Part 6 The Best Kept Secret

I am here at the hospital with my two healthy babies. The girl with brown hair and blue eyes the boy with blonde hair and grey eyes…

To say we got here in the nick of time is an understatement I literally had to push with in 2 minutes of arrival… it took me everything to not give birth in the parking lot. We didn’t even make it to the room until she came out of me… Luckily the hospital knew we wanted to keep this a secret and closed the door on them. Because one of these babies was coming out of me… 9 minutes later he came out of me…we took pictures and my daughter has a shirt that says I was kept a secret on her..

My family is the first to visit when we allow visitors. They walk in and they see him first and are like over joyed My mother asks what is his name I say “ Cooper Rye Mellark”… Peeta says “ oh we almost forgot his older sister Gretchen Raine Mellark ”.as he handed her to prim… the faces on my family is shocked… Prim says “ How could you keep like something like this quiet”… My mother said “ your kidding no way all my years I thought I could tell when someone was expecting twins.”…. My father says “ two of them no way”… they are all in happy tears… Prim says “they are both beautiful” My mother said to the nurse who was in the room “ you knew too” with happy tears coming from her eyes. Drew was like “whoa”

Our next guest is Peetas family his father and two brothers. Peeta hands cooper to Nathan and says “ Nate here is your nephew Cooper ” … “ and Marcus here is your niece Gretchen”…Peetas Father looks at us and says “ no stop you didn’t have twins” Nathan whipping a tear away says “ you guys knew the whole time” Marcus is speechless he only says “ wow” They all give Peeta hugs…

The next ones who come is Gales family. Hazzel Posy Vick and Rory. they are all standing in the room we talked to them a bit when we tell them the baby needs to gets checked out but we ask them to close there eyes when he comes in and peeta put Cooper in Hazzels hands and The Nurse put Gretchen in Posy’s… I say when they open their eyes I say “ surprise” Posy looks down and says “ the baby is wearing pink” then looks at her mothers arms… and is like “ no way!!!” Hazzel is like “ you guys kept this a secret the whole time”… Rory says “ where did you get the second kid from” Vick is so shocked he just say’s “ oh my god”…. Hazzel asks “ well you shocked us but what are their names?” Peeta tells them “Cooper Rye and Gretchen Raine ” I tell them “ we named Gretchen Raine Her name starts with a G in honor of Gale.. “ Hazzel cry's”.. our next visitors are Johanna and Haymitch… they come in and see Cooper who Peeta hands to Haymitch and then says “ Oh I almost forgot his twin sister Gretchen” who he hands to Johanna she says “ are you fucking kidding me” then quickly puts a hand on Gretchen’s ear “ sorry for swearing in front of you” then adds “ it won’t be the last time”… Haymitch holding back tears “ well Katniss you don’t disappoint”.

Then we have Finnick and Annie who visit us just have them come in. They are both on me Annie is so shocked she stops in her tracks “ woah why do you have two”… Finnick who puts up Gretchen tells her “ see your mommy does have a secret we didn’t know about” then to me “ you two were the only one who knew this no way”. I tell him “ we almost slipped up but no one caught on”. Cora’s family comes in they see him we Tell him we Named Him Cooper Rye the C name in honor of Cora… they cry as they all take turns holding him and Peeta says “ oh and here is his sister Gretchen Raine” they all do a double take at Peeta and Me and they are like “ your kidding”..

Delly and Madge are the next visitors to come in. Delly and Peeta have kept a civil friendship ever since. Madge and I have gotten closer since my arrival back to 12. They walk in and see Cooper are like he’s precious… Peeta asks “ well have you seen his twin sister” as he hands Gretchen to Madge… they both are shocked I say surprise Delly for once is speechless Madge says “ are you serious right now and you both knew” they both are happy for us a little later on my parents bring the kids over as I will be here for a few days…. And my mother says to them “ want to meet your new brother” as 6 of our children walk into the room… they all run to me and we have the babies in there beds but we have covered Gretchen’s up… we get them all to sit on second bed and hand off Cooper to Owen. and says Everyone will get a chance to hold him… Hold on are we Missing Someone Peeta Says their names the order they are on the bed We have Owen, Cooper, Ella, Paisley, Noah, Kai and Aubrey… Oh I know who we are missing Coopers twin sister Gretchen Peeta says as he passes her to Aubrey” They are all like what and excited but we have been teaching them to be quiet so they cheer quietly.. Because we are in a hospital after all… Peeta takes a pictures of all our Babies ages 13 to newborn. All 8 of them… together…

When we go home my house is filled with Little girl stuff as everyone knew were having a boy. But kept her a secret. Peeta and I walk up the stairs with the twins to the nursery. They are in the bedroom closest to ours… we set them down in their beds.. My family and friends did set up the nursery for Gretchen as we already did half of it for Cooper… Peeta and I just look at them for a while as they are already Sleeping Peeta puts his arm around my shoulders and I lean in. This is my life now with 8 children.

We are happy they are all doing well we learn to adjust to twins when I tell you have each kid solo it was so much easier the one blessing is for the most part they sleep during the night. Well so I thought Peeta has been getting up for me all this time… I am grateful for that how else am I suppose to not loose my shit every 5 seconds with 8 kids oh wait I don’t They are all good kids but they do fight a lot Peeta and I have been together for over a year now. It does feel like we are married without getting officially Married tho. When we do it we use protection because, I am not ready to reproduce anytime soon. 8 kids is plenty… The older kids love their twin siblings. Peeta and I go on dates but not as Often as the babies can only be away from me for a small amount of time… Peeta went back to work after a few weeks staying at home helping me with the Babies. Johanna who has moved to 12 now drops by and helps out. She Picked up the kids from school for us. As Peeta has been busy working. He does work along side his brothers and Rory. But he doesn’t like to take much time off as in the past year he’s taken plenty of time off… I see in my babies his personality everyday they grow… Peeta comes home everyday after a long day will Play with the children and take over the babies for me… to give me a bit a of a break he says… We both are tuckered out. I do say hey your working let me wake up for them I am in this house all day… well thats not true I do bring the twins to the bakery with me from time to time. Sometimes they nap upstairs… I get memories of the room when I enter of how Peeta found out I was expecting. But now it is filled with a great surprise… They grow everyday too fast for my liking… Peeta does take a few hours off to bring the babies to their appointments… but then is back at work… One Day in the morning after the kids been dropped off at school, Peeta is just getting into the bakery now I get a phone call… Its from the school The Principal Says “ Hello Katniss. We need you and Peeta to come to the school immediately….

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royallyprincesslilly · 5 years ago

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Title: Love, Maybe? {23}

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: Mild Cursing, Plot, Slow Burn, Fluff

Word Count: 4K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. Three years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

Note: Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought.

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Chapter 23: The Four Musketeers

-Chris-

He’d never been more scared in all his life, and that included when he was ten years old walking him from school after he’d cut Jenny Park’s hair. He was afraid because he had to face his mother and whatever punishment she came up with and then had to face his sister Carly. It was not a fun afternoon. Matter of fact he didn’t have any fun for a month.

He was filled with the same feeling of dread today, standing outside his sister Carly’s house where his siblings were inside waiting for him. Thanks to Scott and his big mouth they all knew, and he knew it was a matter of time before his mother also did. Now there was this new bit of information. Sighing, he walked the path to the front porch. Once in front of the door, he lifted his hand to knock, but the door flew open, and he was face to face with Carly and Shanna who each had a similar look of anger and confusion. He groaned and thought to himself it was going to be a long day.

He walked inside and to where Scott was no doubt hiding, the kitchen. Sure enough there he was sitting at the island sipping a beer. When he walked in, Scott turned and gave him an apologetic look. “Ya didn’t even last a day!” Just like that they all began talking at once, over each other. He heard what they all said and responded as they spoke their next sentences. It went on this way for a full ten minutes before Carly let loose a loud whistle. Everyone stopped and looked to her.

“Everyone shut your yaps!” He groaned and lamented the oncoming conversation and questioning. He walked to the fridge and took out his own beer. After opening it against the side of the wooden island he took a few heavy gulps.

“Chris, sit down,” Carly instructed. “I’d rather stand for now.”

“I’ll sit down,” Shanna said, sinking into one of the stools at the island. Silence filled the room, and he realized all their eyes were on him. He rolled his eyes.

“Okay, let me start,” Scott began. “Oh, I think we’ve had enough of you starting,” he interjected.

“It slipped out Chris; I didn’t mean to say anything. I’m sorry.”

“Why were you trying to keep secrets from us anyway? What the hell, Chris!”

“I didn’t know how to tell you guys. Plus I knew once you knew then ma wouldn’t be far behind.”

“Oh, ma is gonna kill you. Explain!” He raked his fingers through his hair and leaned on the fridge.

“Who is this woman? How the hell could she keep something like this from you? What kind of woman does that?” Carly was livid. He didn’t know if her anger was more directed at him or you. He didn’t want his family hating you, but he knew once the truth came out the possibility was likely.

“We had a fling in Vegas a while back, one or two nights. She went her way, and I went mine. I didn’t know until maybe two months or so ago.”

“Two months? Chris,” Carly sighed out. “Where was the protection?” He scoffed and drank more from his bottle.

“The one time it didn’t cross my mind.”

“Jesus Chris.” She paced then spun around. “Who is this woman!?” He’d heard the question the first time, but he bypassed it. He couldn’t now.

“Just a woman.” Shanna jumped up then and scurried to her bag then came back with a magazine in her hand. She flipped through the pages and dropped it on the island top. “Is this her?” He took the magazine and leaned closer to the blurry image. It was you he knew it. It looked like it was taken outside the same place you both were bombarded in front of her restaurant. He clenched his jaw and sent a text to his incompetent lawyers to get to work on it. He didn’t want you hounded.

“It’s her, isn’t it?” All three of them grabbed the magazine and dug their noses in it trying to make out what they could. He was grateful they couldn’t make out anything.

“Don’t worry about who she is. You have a niece. Her name is Ella, and she will be two soon. She’s perfect.” He put his phone down showing them the picture you’d sent him earlier that day of her eating a cookie. Shanna and Carly both gasped then let out a collective “aw.”

“She has your eyes, Chris,” Shanna informed. He nodded. “She’s gorgeous,” Carly added. He smiled unable to hold it back anymore.

“What kind of woman hides a child from her father?”

“She says she didn’t do it out of spite. When we knew each other, I wasn’t this stable. Remember me almost three years ago?”

They each slowly nodded. “You were pictured with a different woman almost every night,” Shanna very vocally announced. “It was not every night.”

“Yeah, it was. You couldn’t keep it in your pants little brother,” Carly added. Scott snorted and tried to stifle his laughter.

“Whatever. I was single and enjoying life. Anyway, who I was then—a kid—there was no way that would have worked. I’ve done a lot of thinking and assessing mainly taking my feelings out of the equation. From an outsider looking in which is what she was, I was a hot mess.”

“Are you saying you condone what she did?” He looked at Carly’s big eyes. She was shocked. He was too. Two months ago he would never have been able to admit you were right, or think about the fact that your worries and concerns were valid. He could do that now. He didn’t condone what you did, but he was able to understand your choices; especially after spending time with Ella and feel the smallest part of the weight of having a child. He wanted to protect her from anything and everything. He understood how you felt.

“I don’t condone it, but I understand where she was coming from. I don’t like it, not at all, I missed a lot, and I’ll never be able to get that time back. Sometimes it makes me angry and resentful, but I don’t want to live in the past anymore. I want to find a way to make this work. She’s incredible, and I want to be her father.”

His siblings stared at him, then their smiles appeared.

“Wow, little brother all grown up, a baby,” Carly said as tears filled her eyes.

“Shut up you sap.” They all laughed then hugged in a group. He was grateful this wasn’t too bad, grateful that they weren’t angry with him for keeping this secret and thankful they’d accepted it so easily. He’d imagined tens of different scenarios where this went a whole lot differently.

“Ma is going to kill you.” Again, they all laughed, but it wasn’t a humored laugh. It was a nervous one, one they shared because now they all knew the secret.

The four of them sat at the island and ate some of the lasagna that Carly made while they asked tens of questions about Ella, questions he happily answered, and the more he answered he realized he knew a fair amount about her. That fact alone made him realize how far things had come.

By the time he left his sister’s house it was nearing nine. He made a stop at his friend’s house to pick up Dodger and went for a long walk hoping to clear his head.

As he walked down the familiar streets of his childhood, he allowed his mind to wander without controlling it. He smiled when he caught a whiff of apple pie. He could go for a slice. He followed his nose and made it to the nearby bakery and ordered a pie. As he drove back to his place his mind ran on you. He wondered what you were doing right now and imagined you were lying in bed scrolling through the tv lineup or working nonstop. He got the feeling you were a workaholic. As his mind drifted to what you may be wearing he took notice to how his palms began to sweat.

In the last week since the night on the cliff he’d had plenty of dreams about you, some were innocent, and others were so far from innocent they would make the worst sinner blush. He’d thought long and hard about what he may be feeling, and where his head currently was. He knew he didn’t hate you; he also knew that he still found you attractive, he also knew his body still reacted to you like oil to flame, and he struggled more lately to keep tight reins on his wanton thoughts.

The news that you were in fact still married was a huge monkey wrench for him. He’d just gotten used to the fact he had a daughter that he didn’t know, only just got used to the fact that you’d lied to him for so long. He’d just gotten over most of the hurt of knowing all of that and was beginning to figure out his place in Ella’s life. Now he still had a place in your life as well.

When he walked inside his home, he let Dodger roam free then laid out some food for him. He decided to hop in the shower. He hoped the steam would help him unwind. After ten minutes of thoughtlessness he was ambushed by thoughts of you again.

“Does she even want me in her life?”

The question was one he’d asked himself before, but it was concerning Ella, always with Ella. Now he was thinking of you alone. Your actions were polite; they didn’t point to either possibility. It looked as if you could take him or leave him. Your indifference made him a little insecure, and it drove him crazy. He wasn’t used to the feeling. He was always secure with himself. You gave off the feeling like you wanted to keep space between you. Every time the two of you seemed to be having a good time, or conversation was flowing, and the air around you changed something always happened, and in seconds it felt like the ice age. He didn’t know what he’d done. He began to wonder if this was from the present or the past. He wanted to bring it up, but he also didn’t want to ruin what was. You’d just gotten to a point where he didn’t lash out because of your actions, and you didn’t become angry defensive. He liked where you were now, but he couldn’t ignore the part of him that wanted more.

“I want more.” He sat on his bed still wrapped in his towel, staring out shocked by it. “How much more?” That was now the question. “Does she want more? Bro, she doesn’t act like it.”

Groaning, he dropped back onto his bed and sighed out trying to push the thoughts away. Suddenly his eyes snapped open. “We’re still married. Maybe if I keep it that way it’ll give me a chance to get to know her—outside of Ella.” He sat up and thought about his half-brained plan. “Maybe I should date my wife.” The words together had him laughing; it was ridiculous.

When he finally sat back down, he had the apple pie with him. He turned on the TV in the bedroom and allowed dodger to jump up on the bed. It was there they stayed. When his phone rang he reached over for it and saw it was a Facetime call from you. He smiled as he answered.

“Hi.” Your face popped up, but you didn’t speak. Your eyes also weren’t looking in his. He looked down and realized he was shirtless. He thought to turn the camera away to pull on a shirt but decided against it.

“Let’s do a little experiment.”

“Vixen?” You shook your head and cleared your throat. “Sorry, hi.” He smiled and straightened his back against his headboard.

“Did I wake you? It’s after eight.”

“Uh, no, it’s actually close to midnight where I am, and no you didn’t wake me.”

“Where are you?”

“Remember I told you I had to go back home for a day or two?” You closed your eyes and hit your head.

“I forgot, I’m sorry. Wow there’s been so much going on here.” He smiled and nodded; he completely understood. You worked too much.

“It’s okay; I get it. You’re doing a lot, being supermom, your restaurant, it’s a lot.” You didn’t speak again for a few moments. You just stared at him.

“Um, I was uh I was thinking about Ella’s birthday.”

“It’s coming up, right?” You nodded. He smiled getting excited. “What are you planning?”

“I wasn’t sure. It’s like so many things are different now.”

“What do you normally do?” You took a deep breath, and it was then he realized you were in bed. The nightgown you wore was a low cut one, and he could tell you weren’t wearing a bra. He shifted in the bed forcing his brain to focus on what you were saying.

“Well, it was her first birthday we did a party. I wanted to do one this year too but you’re—present and no one knows. I haven’t told my parents.”

“You’re not alone there. I told Scott my brother told him not to say anything, he did, and now I just told my sisters. My parents still don’t know.” You were looking down. “You okay?”

“Do they hate me?” You looked scared, and he had an overwhelming desire to protect you. Again, he shifted in the bed.

“I won’t let them hate you.” You looked to him with a shocked expression on your face.

“Don’t you hate me?” He began to wonder if that’s what you’d thought this whole time. He sat up and leaned closer to the camera and licked his lips. Your eyes fell to them.

“Vixen, I don’t hate you. If I’m being fully honest I tried to hate you. I tried really hard, but I couldn’t.” Several more moments passed with neither of you speaking; you just stared at him. He wondered what you were thinking.

“Why not?” You were really asking the tough questions, questions he still had yet to ask himself because he was afraid of the answer.

“Guess you’re just that likable.” He took the punk way out; he could live with it for now. You looked down, and it was then he heard Ella’s screams. You smiled then bent down, and Ella’s face came into frame. His smile spread.

“Cwis!” she waved excitedly into the camera, and he did the same.

“How are you?” She nodded then laid her head on your chest, which brought his eyes to your exposed cleavage. He was glad the camera stopped just below his chest.

“Why don’t you tell Chris what you did today, Ella.” She smiled sheepishly then began talking, and he just sat there listening to her broken words as they mixed with some proper ones to form a very detailed description of her day. He could listen to her talk all day, and he was getting better at understanding her words.

By the time she finished talking, she ran off, and he was left with your smiling face. He released something close to a content sigh. “You okay?” he nodded.

“I’m telling my parents tomorrow.” You make a yikes face then lay back onto your pillows. Your bed looked like it smelled of candy and flowers.

“It’s okay if you let them hate me. I understand.” You sounded defeated. He knew they wouldn’t hate you. They’d be angry and concerned for him. They’d also worry you may be like the women they’d warned him about in his early Hollywood days.

“They won’t hate you. They’ll be cautious,” he clarified. You snorted and shook your head.

“That's just a nice way of saying polite hate.” He smiled and sunk in his bed. Dodger dropped a paw across his face.

“Oh my god, is that a dog?” He shifted the camera to show Dodger, and your eyes bugged out.

“Oh my god, you have a dog. Duh. Wow.”

“What do you mean duh?”

“Through the years I’d seen magazine pictures of you and your dog, and heard you mention him in interviews. I just forgot.”

“Are you saying you’ve been keeping tabs on me these last few years?” Your eyes bugged out again, and you looked like you wanted to die. He pinched his lips thoroughly enjoying the fact you were embarrassed.

“Uh—I didn’t—I didn’t say that.”

“Yeah, you did. you followed my interviews and tabloid sightings?” You were squirming, and he loved it not only because you’d let something slip but because you looked so tortured.

“Wow, that is not what I meant. In passing you’d be on magazine covers and friends would read the articles and talk about it,” you stuttered out. You then groaned. “Shit, not what I meant. Damn, fine yes I’d see things about you from time to time. How could I not you’re everywhere.” He laughed, and you soon joined in. “I wasn’t stalking you.”

“Oh, I know. You would never, right.” You shook your head and rolled your eyes. Again, he put dodger into the frame. “This is Dodger. Can you say hello Dodger? This is Vixen.” Dodger licked the camera, and you smiled.

“Hi, Dodger. You’re such a cute little thing. Yes, you are.” Dodger barked then yelped into the camera which prompted the cutest little smile he’d ever seen. It was then Ella came running back in. “Doggie!” she proceeded to marvel over Dodger who was equally interested in this tiny human. Ella grabbed your phone and from then on it was her and Dodger, neither you or he could get any screen time.

After almost an hour, Ella was finally asleep on your chest, and Dodger whimpered clearly missing his new fixation. He was okay being replaced as long as it was by Ella. Your face came back into frame, and it was then he felt like he’d gotten hit upside his head with a brick. This was what he wanted. He wanted to hear Ella talk all day and all night until she passed out mid-sentence. He wanted to watch her, and Dodger interact and love each other, he wanted to watch her cuddled to you at night, he wanted to be domesticated. His chest felt heavy and tight all at once. He grimaced as the tightness intensified. He’d never felt like this before, and if he didn’t know his body he would think he was having a heart attack, but he knew that wasn’t it.

He wanted Ella, and he wanted you. He wanted lazy mornings, and he wanted fun-filled afternoons no matter if they included the meltdowns of an almost two-year-old. He wanted calm nights filled with The Little Mermaid and every Disney movie ever created; he wanted playgrounds, potties, tea parties, dress up, unicorn themed dance parties and everything else that came with that little girl. He wanted to be by your side when you accomplished every goal you could dream up. He wanted to see every smile, wipe every tear, and give you that beautiful life Zack wanted to. He wanted his family.

“Hello, Chris!” your voice pulled him out of his haze. He didn’t know how long you’d been calling him.

“Yeah, sorry.” You smiled as you held Ella to your chest.

“It’s okay. I’m going to put her down. Do you wanna go or stay?” It was a loaded question for him; it didn’t mean ending the call or not; it meant so much more. He swallowed and heard the gulp. It was so loud that Dodger shifted and looked at him with concerned eyes.

“Stay. I wanna stay.” You didn’t respond or get up right away; instead you studied him. It was as if you’d heard the double meaning in his words. You shook your head and gave a small smile, a smile that spoke of timidness. You didn’t expect him to say it.

“Okay, I’ll uh—um—I’ll be right back then.”

You placed the camera down, and he got a view of the sheets and your exposed thigh before you stood and slowly walked toward your door, the hem of the nightgown danced just under your backside and the reminder of his desire nudged against his sweatpants. He closed his eyes and tried to take some calming breaths. He’d only ever gotten this reaction from you—no one else. He’d taken notice the first person he’d been with after you, of course he pushed it to the side and out his mind and worked to keep it buried but there it was.

His mind went back to their night together at his house. It went over every detail again until he opened his eyes. Leaning over to the nightstand, he took up his wallet and took out the folded paper he held there. He took a deep breath and opened it and reread your words.

When you get the paperwork, send it here and consider it done. Have a nice life. 5578 Carsington Way P.O Box 2687, San Francisco, California.

“Have a nice life” was all his eyes saw. The way he read that sentence three years ago was nonchalant; he didn’t take too much time to think about how you’d meant them. Now he kept thinking about how’d acted the last few weeks; your house in Ella’s room, avoiding him, in the rain, the cliff and every encounter since then. Everything pointed to you not being interested just as you must not have been interested then. He studied the note and continued to debate with himself. When he saw you walk back into the room you leaned forward giving him a perfect view of your cleavage but his body did not react. Insecurities he’d held at bay for years rushed him.

“Sorry that took so long she left a bit of a mess in there, had to clean it up. She laid on her side with her hand holding her head up. The new angle of the camera gave him the perfect view from your head to your thighs. You looked like a dream. His dream.

“But am I hers?”

“Is everything all right?”

He shook his head, “Yeah, sorry, I’m—lost in my head tonight.” He rubbed his face trying to snap out of it.

“It’s okay. You’re entitled. Um, I’ve been thinking a lot the last few days,” you began. His breath hitched, and his pulse sped.

“About what?” You chewed your bottom lip and toyed with your fingers.

“Um—well—the last few months have been great. You’ve gotten to know Ella better, and she’s gotten to know you. She likes you, not a little either, like a lot. You’re really good with her, and I can tell you care about her.”

“I love her.” You froze, and he saw the glisten of tears in your eyes before you lowered your head. After a few moments you cleared your throat.

“I know we haven’t gotten everything ironed out with how we’ll co-parent, but you said you wanted to be involved--.”

“I do, more than anything,” he added. You nodded.

“So--you’re going to be around.”

“Yeah, definitely, as much as you let me. I’d love to be around more for her too.”

You didn’t speak again, you looked down, and his insecurities said you didn’t like that. For all he knew you probably didn’t want him anywhere. Looking at you he felt more insecure than he’d ever been. It was a feeling he didn’t like.

“It’s late,” he began. A look of shock washed over you before you covered it with an aloof expression. Irritation filled him.

“Yeah, night,” you responded and quickly ended the call. He sat there lost in his thoughts and unsure what he’d said.

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SkyFire 1: Chapter 13

Aurora’s Birthday & New York 2014

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Aurora was confused when she and her dads walked up towards the front of the Golden Stag on Saturday evening for her birthday dinner. The chalkboard was set out on the footpath announcing, WE ARE CLOSED: PRIVATE PARTY. “I thought it was just us, Helen and Greg for dinner?” Rori asked after reading the sign.

“They probably closed so that they can enjoy their dinner without worrying about customers,” Tony replied smoothly.

“Yeah, that makes sense,” she said, reaching out to push open the front door. Aurora froze on the threshold as a chorus of surprises tore through the small crowd amassed inside the small pub. She felt her eyes grow warm as Tony stepped up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

“Happy Birthday Kid,” he whispered, kissing her cheek and gently pushing her forward into the room.

Ella was the first person to rush forward and throw her arms around her best friend. “Happy Birthday Rors,” she cheered. “Were you surprised?”

“Absolutely,” Rori replied. “I had absolutely no idea.” She smiled warmly as she looked around the room, taking in everyone who had come to celebrate her 19th birthday. Helen and Greg were there of course, as was Ella’s mum Rebecca, the Stag regulars Tom, David, Mick and Jim were also there, but it was the unexpected addition of the 5 other men amongst the small group that surprised Rori. Harry’s smile split across his face as their eyes locked, Liam, Niall, Louis and Zayn standing next to him. Helen ordered everyone to pull up a seat as she began dishing up hearty servings of the best looking Sunday roast Rori had ever seen, but before she could take the seat left for her at the head of the table, Harry was by her side.

“Happy Birthday love,” he said, his voice low and husky.

“Thank you,” Rori replied with a soft smile, very aware of both of her fathers watching their interaction. “I never expected you to be here, or the other guys.”

“It was your dad’s idea,” Harry replied, reaching out to take one of her hands in his, playing with her fingers absently as they spoke.

“Which one?” Rori asked.

“Steve. Not sure how he got my number, but he called yesterday to invite me, and I suggested bringing the rest of the band too.”

“Dad probably had JARVIS pull your number off my phone,” Rori said. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” Harry replied, kissing her cheek before leading her over to the table filled with her family and friends. He pulled out her seat for her and then made his way down to the other end of table to sit with the guys. Throughout dinner Rori found her eyes returning to Harry and his face would light up with a smile every time their eyes met, causing Rori to blush. Tony watched the looks and smiled softly to himself, nudging Steve with his elbow to draw his husband’s attention to the young couples flirting. Steve chuckled softly, happier than he could explain to see their daughter falling in love. After dinner, before the cake was served Rori watched as Harry quietly excused himself and headed towards the toilets. A few minutes later she not so subtly also excused herself from the table. She found him walking back towards the table, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the stairwell leading to her old apartment, out of the sight of the table. She stepped up onto the lowest step, bringing her face level with Harry’s and lent forward to kiss him.

“I’ve wanted to do that all night,” he whispered against her lips when they pulled apart, foreheads resting against each other as their breath mixed together between them.

“Me to,” Rori replied, her fingers tangling themselves in his curls. She pulled him back into another kiss, deeper than the last, her breathing turning shallow as his hands rested on her hips, pulling her flush against his torso. They sprung apart a few minutes later when someone coughed loudly behind Harry. They both blushed profusely as Ella grinned back at them.

“If you two would like to stop eating each other’s faces,” the blonde chuckled, “the rest of us are ready for cake.”

“Be there in a minute,” Rori told her best friend, watching as she turned on her heels and headed back to the table. Rori dropped her head against Harry’s shoulder as she heard her best friend loudly address the group.

“They were sucking face but still fully clothed so we’re all good.”

“OMG,” Rori moaned. “She’s gonna be the death of me.”

Harry chuckled, tucking her hair behind her ear. “How likely are your dads to kill me?”

“They’ll probably thank you,” Rori laughed. “They’re honestly the weirdest. They’re always trying to convince me to go to parties and be young or whatever. I mean they were troublemakers their whole lives and then they had this shy 16 year old land on their doorstep and they’re baffled by me.”

Harry chuckled again, lacing their fingers together and tugging her reluctantly back into the main room. Louis and Liam wolf whistled as the pair re-emerged, causing the blush to return to both of their cheeks. “Yeah alright,” Harry said, “lay off.”

“Anyway,” Helen called out, “now that the birthday girl is ready to grace us with her presence again. Who wants cake?”

Harry sat down, pulling Rori onto his lap as the cake was sliced and handed out to everyone. She looked across the table to where her parents were sitting, catching a smirk on Tony’s face while Steve smacked him lightly on the shoulder. “Leave her alone,” she heard him tell his husband. “You’re such a shit stirrer.”

xXx

The morning after her birthday dinner, Aurora met Harry for Sunday brunch at a trendy café in east London. While they knew they were risking being spotted together, neither could say they really cared, and they decided that while they wouldn’t publicly announce their relationship, they also wouldn’t actively try to hide from the world either. Luckily no one seemed to pay them much attention as they ate, chatting happily and nocking their feet against each other under the table. Aurora had often felt herself marvelling at the normalcy of talking to Harry. In the 6 weeks she had known him he had never once acted like the majority of famous people she’d encountered since moving to New York. He didn’t flaunt his wealth; he didn’t name drop other famous people he knew; he was just like any other 20 year old guy Rori might meet at university. They talked about sports, movies, books and other normal things that normal couples talked about, but most of all they talked music. Aurora found that they had similar taste in genres, although Harry didn’t understand her fascination with American country music, no matter how much she tried to explain the appeal of the storytelling and simple chords in her favourite songs. Louise had introduced her to a steady diet of 70s and 80s pop and rock, and she and Ella had obsessed over 90s and 2000s pop, but it wasn’t until she’d moved to the US a few years earlier that she’d really encountered country music. Now her music taste was so varied her go to playlists would jump from the Beatles to ACDC, Lady Gaga to Rascal Flats, Backstreet Boys to Linkin Park or Mayday Parade. As she’d told Harry, she firmly believed that enjoying every genre of music made her a better song writer.

xXx

The Stark-Rogers remained in London for another week and while Aurora made sure to spend plenty of time with Ella and her mum, she also spent as much time as possible with Harry. She hung out with Louis quite a lot as well, finding that other than Harry, he was the band member that she got along with the easiest and they were fast becoming great friends. The day before she was scheduled to fly home to New York, she was lying on the sofa in Harry’s house, a movie playing on the flat screen that neither were paying attention to. Her head was cushioned on his lap, a blanket pulled up to her chest despite the crackling fire nearby.

“I don’t want to go home tomorrow,” she said, looking up at Harry. “These last 2 weeks have been so incredible.”

“I don’t want you to go either,” he replied. “But I’ve got 3 more months before tour prep starts, so I’ll fly out to see you a couple times and then you can come spend summer with me. It’ll be great.”

“Sounds perfect.”

“I’m so glad you get along with the guys,” Harry continued. “It’ll make it so much easier for you to join us on tour.”

“I’m glad they like me,” Rori agreed.

“Like you? They love you,” Harry laughed. “You and Louis together are gonna be a pain in the ass. I can already tell.”

“I always wanted a sibling to get up to mischief with,” Rori confessed. “He kind of feels like the big brother who’d buy booze for you and your friends when you’re underage.”

“Louis can’t help throwing out the strong Big Brother vibes,” Harry agreed. “It’s like he spent so many years being the eldest sibling that he skips the friend’s stage and goes straight to sibling mode. He did it with all of us when the band was put together, and it looks like he’s tucked you under his wing too.”

“I’m happy to be there,” Rori said. “I like being a little sister.”

xXx

In mid-February, Aurora was sitting in her favourite on campus café at Columbia, with her laptop, notebook and art theory textbooks spread out across a small table in the corner. She’d been set up there for most of the day, attempting to get her head around her latest research paper, a steady stream of coffee refills, muffins and a sandwich getting her through the hours. A little after lunch she was joined at the table by her manager, Mark. She attempted to push some of her books to the side to make space for him to rest his coffee on the table, offering him an embarrassed apology.

“I know I’m a mess,” she said. “Thanks again for meeting me here, I was just in the zone and didn’t want to pack everything up to trek across town.”

“All good, hon,” he said. “A meeting is a meeting, regardless of where it is.”

“I’ve been thinking about what you said a few weeks ago about a solo album,” she said, jumping straight to the reason they’d organised to get together. “I don’t think I’m ready for that yet. I mean don’t get me wrong, the response to Over You was incredible but I just don’t think I’m ready to do an album or a tour or anything on my own yet. Please don’t be mad.”

Mark chuckled as she finally took a breath. “I’m not mad,” he promised. “As your manager, it’s my job to help you achieve whatever it is you want to achieve. Do I think a solo career is a smart move for you? Yeah, I do but I’m not going to push you into it if you’re not ready. I kind of figured you weren’t ready yet anyway since we dropped Over You almost 3 months ago and nothing since. Do you know what you want to do instead?”

“I’ve been writing a lot,” Rori said. “So, I think I could probably start churning out demos a lot faster than I was last year. Might need you to find me a guitarist and drummer.”

“I can do that,” Mark replied, typing the note into his phone to follow up later in the day.

“And then I was thinking I’d really like to do some YouTube collabs, but I have no idea how to make that happen.”

“I can reach out to people for you,” Mark said. “Get me a list of people that you’re interested in working with and I’ll see what I can do.”

Aurora smiled in response. “Awesome.”

xXx

Aurora walked through central park late one night in March. It was dark and cold, but she wore a big jacket, but the party at the San Remo had been so loud that even though she’d known it was a bad idea, she’d chosen to walk home from a party. She should have called Happy to come pick her up given the late hour, but it was only a 20 minute walk, and she relished the quite of the park. She was halfway home when she felt someone walking close behind her. She glanced over her shoulder to see a tall guy with the hood of his sweatshirt pulled up over his head walking close behind her and she quickened her pace, her heartbeat rising and her breathing rapid. She chided herself for being so stupid as to walk through Central Park alone, well after midnight and tried desperately to come up with a plan. She could call her fathers, the tower was only 10 minutes away, closer given the speed of the Iron Man suit, but they would be asleep, and god only knew what this guy would do in the time it took her dad to get to her. It would be useless to scream for help either, there was no one else in the park. She scrolled through the small menu on her StarkWatch, immediately hitting the panic button when it appeared on the screen. She kept walking, not knowing how long it would take for her Dad to wake up, activate the suit and get to her. She just had to hope he arrived before the guy got any ideas.

As if knowing his window of opportunity was closing, he quickened his pace and in an instant, he was right behind her. Suddenly there were hands on her shoulders, and she was pushed towards the ground but when she looked up from where she lay, her would be attacker was running in the opposite direction while a costumed figure stood above her.

“Are you ok?” the guy asked, offering his hand out to help Aurora off the ground. Before Aurora could even thank the man for saving her, she heard the unmistakable sound of repulsors charging up to fire.

“Get away from her,” Tony warned, his voice low and terrifying as he trained the suits weapons on the man in front of her. Aurora scrambled to her feet, throwing her hands out in a peaceful gesture.

“No, no, no, no,” she stammered, “He didn’t attack me. He saved me.” She could imagine the look of confusion she would see on her fathers face if it wasn’t shielded behind the Iron Man faceplate.

“I’m Spider-Man, by the way,” the costumed man offered. “Huge fan, Mr Iron Man, sir.”

“Jesus how old are you?” Rori asked, swinging around to look at her saviour.

“Aaaah,” was the only response she got in reply. “I gotta go, glad you’re safe.”

Before he even finished speaking, she watched in awe as he shot some kind of rope from his hand and used it to pull himself off the ground and swing away and out of sight.

“What the fuck?” Rori mumbled, turning back to her father to see the faceplate retract.

“Did he hurt you?” Tony asked, concern clear in the set of his brow.

“No, I’m ok,” she promised as he grabbed her around the waist and took off for the tower. They arrived on the balcony a minute later and Tony placed his daughter back on her feet as the suit begin to recede from his body.

“What happened?” he asked, following her into the kitchen and watching as she set about making a cup of tea to settle her nerves, shaking his head when she gestured to a second mug. She explained as the kettle boiled and then took a seat at the island bench, her mug clutched in her hands. “What were you thinking walking home on your own this late?”

“I know,” Rori mumbled. “I know it was stupid. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Tony said softly. “I’m just glad nothing happened. Although I can tell you right now, tomorrow I’m gonna find out who this Spider-Man is because if he’s gonna be out there doing the crime fighting thing he’s gonna need a real suit and back up or he’s gonna get himself killed.”

True to his word, Tony did find Spider-Man and after showing up unannounced at Peter Parkers front door 2 days later, he invited the teenager to the tower.

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thelittlestcheshire · 4 years ago

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Self Para 003: Logan’s Birthday

I bet you’ll see him sooner than you think.

As hard as Ches tried to forget her youngest sister’s words throughout the day, and to stop checking her messages every five seconds in case any of her siblings actually texted her what they were up to; it was hard. All she wanted was to know what Ella was on about, how sooner would she see her brother? A day before graduation? Two days? Weeks? The anticipation had her restless, bouncing in her seat as she tried her hardest to focus on her work, unable to answer quite what she was so excited about anytime someone asked or gave her as much as a confused glance.

“If you had a tail, you might actually take flight. Manage to talk to Elliot?” Zander asks as he sits down next to her in their last class of the day, the girl makes a face when he mentions the boy she had actually managed to successfully push out of the forefront of her brain today.

“Hell no, there’s nothing to discuss. It’s Logan’s birthday, I’m gonna call him after class.” Ches rolls her eyes as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Apologize to the guy who fucked up your face yet?” Honestly, she didn’t think he had any desire to actually apologize to Jack, but if they were going to go tread on subjects they clearly didn’t want to discuss, it was the best one she could pull from her sleeve at the moment.

“You know what, forget it. You’re right, nothing to discuss.” He gives her a look before he looks away to open his notebook. Before she can ask him about the tone, however, the bell rings to signify the start of class. With a sigh, the bottle-blonde looks away from him to try to focus on her work the best she could at the moment.

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The class seemed to drag on today, even though she really liked Shakespearean Studies, she didn’t want to do any of this today. It was impossible to not glance at the clock every couple minutes, waiting for the bell to ring so she could dart out of the room to call the siblings who were clearly ignoring her text messages. By the time the teacher was done teaching and her peers were chattering as they waited for the bell to ring, saying the girl was restless was an understatement. When her phone finally goes off, the girl is moving the fastest she’d ever moved to answer a text to check it.

🦁 (Emmett): Check your locker ASAP, you’ve got a surprise!

A puzzled look crosses her features as she reads her brother’s text message, what kind of surprise from Emmett would require her to be at her locker immediately? And why would he deliver it on Logan’s birthday? The answer clicks within seconds and the girl is hastily packing up her stuff and all but glaring at the clock to hurry up. By the time the final bell rings, she’s up and out of her seat, running towards her locker. The second she turns the corner and notices her oldest brother leaned up against her locker holding a coffee cup, the girl excitedly screeches, much to the chagrin of everyone around her, and sprints faster than she had in months over to him. “Logan! You’re here!” She throws herself into his hug with so much force, coffee spills all over his sweater and her school uniform, but she doesn’t care. “You’re really here, and I’m so happy to see you. It’s your birthday and you’re here.” The girl is already starting to cry tears of joy as she clings to the man, and for once, she doesn’t care if the entire student body saw her crying. She was elated, and if they didn’t like it, well, she didn’t care.

“I was surprised when Emmett finally told me where we were going, the boys are in the car, dropped the girls off fast before coming over. I take it he didn’t tell you either?” Logan Elswood squeezes his sister a bit tighter as he says the words, seeming not to mind the fact they’re both covered in hot coffee as he hugs her. “I’ve missed you too, kiddo. Don’t suppose you could free up your schedule enough to go grab a bite to eat, spend some time with this old man, huh?”

Did he truly think that for a second she wouldn’t tell this entire school they could wait and not cancel all of her plans in a heartbeat? Ches hoped not, because this was a no brainer to her. “Consider them canceled already! I can’t believe you’re actually here.” She pulls away, although not completely willing to look him over. “You’re looking well, dude. Even if I just spilled your coffee all over you.” She smiles, looking him up and down carefully. There were no hints of powder on his face, his nose didn’t look raw in the slightest, and she actually starts to cry harder as she realizes he’s doing well, that he’s actually okay. “How long are you here for? Please say you’re staying for a while.”

“Wish we could kiddo, the girls are fighting to stay through the weekend, but we might be heading back tonight.” Logan looks apologetic as he says the words, the frown crossing his features feeling almost like a stab to the heart. “But you know, when I said the boys, I meant all of them so… this is for you.” He offers her the cup as it suddenly clicks why he was waiting by his locker with coffee of all liquids. Jamie was also here, a thought that made her want to find Elliot just warn him to avoid her until the menace was out of town. Although as she opens her locker to put her books away, she remembers he was doing that just fine on his own without the warning already.

“I’ll need about ten of those if he starts up, but I’ll try to be nice.” She warns him as she finally takes the cup, taking a sip. He still remembered her coffee order, that was nice. “Mind if we head to my room for like ten minutes so I can get into comfy clothes before we head out.” It’s not really a question as she closes her locker and starts to head in that direction, expecting her brother to just follow. “If anyone bitches about no guests in dorms, well, they can fuck right off today.”

“Language.” Logan scolds her, shaking his head as he indeed does follow her through the school. “What have I told you about the language?”

“There are no kids here!” Regardless of the protest, the guilt she feels probably is showing on her face. “But you’re right, I gotta mind the tongue. How’s the little princess doing? Still hasn’t said her first word?” She hadn’t heard of it if Isabelle had, so she figured that the child hadn’t. After all, nobody in their family would be so heartless to not immediately tell Ches her niece had spoken her first word.

“She’s doing well, I’m sure she’ll be excited to see you.” Logan shrugs as they reach the girl’s dorms. “Still no real words, she’s doing a lot of what you call the French babble sound though.” The news causes her to grin, was she actually going to be right on the language the kid’s first word was in? She had no idea but she was going to take this as evidence for her theory all the same.

“Probably not as excited as I am to see her.” Ches laughs, the words genuine regardless of her jokes. She was finally going to see her niece after months of missing the child, the realization only caused her to pick up the pace to the common room she shared with Callie, letting the two of them inside. “Okay, if my roommate comes in, don’t scare her off, I’ll be right back.” She hands him his coffee before she all but runs into her room, shutting the door behind her as she quickly rushes to find clothes more suitable for celebrating her brother’s birthday with the people she loved most. It’s probably the fastest she’d gotten ready in years, changing her clothes and fixing her makeup faster then she’d usually shower for even.

She grabs her purse on her way out the door, turning around to lock her bedroom door before they head out. Before she can suggest they start heading for the parking lot, however, Logan’s talking to her again. “Hey, Ches, why don’t we invite that Elliot kid you keep talking about?”

“No!” She answers, a bit too quickly as she scrambles to find a valid excuse other than admitting she’d been rejected. “He’s allergic to rabbits, you brought Jerome right? We absolutely can not invite him! Nobody wants to do a first meeting while suffering from allergies.” As she turns to look back at her brother, she can tell he doesn’t believe her.

“Could I meet him before I leave, at least?”

“He’s got piano practice!” Ches starts to walk out of the common room, the sooner she gets Logan off of Luxor’s campus, the better. Before they actually ran into someone who’d try to help him meet the boy she currently was avoiding.

“He’s got piano practice all weekend without breaks?” The tone of Logan’s voice is one she knows a bit too well, she didn’t even have to look at him to know that he was giving her the look he gave her every time he knew she was lying to him. Fuck.

“He’s very dedicated to his craft. We really shouldn’t interrupt him.”

“Ches, I could probably make a novel out of how much you’ve told me I have to meet this boy the next time I’m in town. Perhaps not a very exciting one, but you’ve said at least 50,000 words. What’s going on?” He knows her way too well, something she’d usually appreciate but currently was almost annoying. He offers her back her coffee as she starts to pout, and the girl takes it from him and eagerly takes a sip as they walk.

“I just don’t think I should be bringing the guy I like around the family with Jamie in town, you know? It’s probably stupid, but, I don’t trust him not to make moves and I’m surprised Eli even can stand being around me sometimes.” It’s not a complete lie, she supposed, but it’s not exactly the reason she’s refusing to let Logan anywhere near him. “I’ll introduce you during graduation? It’s just really not a good time.” As she glances over her shoulder, she knows he’s still not buying it but he nods.

“Okay, if you need to talk-“

“I’ll come to you. Right now, we need to leave all the baggage at the door because today’s about you. You’re turning 50, we’ve gotta celebrate the whole totally skipping out on the gray hair thing, clearly!” She winks at him as she takes the shortest possible route to the office. “That’s an achievement, I think.”

“You know, with you guys, 24 might actually be the new 50.” Logan chuckles, “whatever am I going to do with you?”

“Too late to sell us on Craigslist, pretty sure the feds can sniff that for miles now. eBay? I dunno. You’ll figure it out.” She grins, “though I’d wait a few weeks. These guys are probably gonna ask questions if I don’t sign back in at some point.”

“Could say Mr. Elswood pulled you out of school.”

“Which one would do that?” She eye rolls as she opens the door to the main office. “I should probably drive over by myself and meet you guys at the house, want me to steal a few of your passengers?” She asks as they approach the front desk to sign out.

“If you wanna take Emmett, by all means. I’ll keep the rest with me. You sure you don’t wanna invite anyone? Lucy? She’s always welcome to invade.”

“Positive.” Ches finishes signing her name quickly, “now hurry up. I’ve got a baby to kiss and a brother to save from Jamie.”

“You don’t…” Logan starts, but as he trails off, he starts to write even faster. “Actually, you’re right we should go separate the boys.” He sets the pen on the desk, taking even longer strides than usual as the two hurry to the parking lot.

“I’m just saying I regret not pushing you out of the car on the highway.” Emmett’s voice could be heard across the parking lot, and as much as Ches regretted Emmett didn’t push Jamie out of the car on the highway as well, she runs over to the sound. Trying to hold back a smile when she sees just how frustrated Jamie looks.

“Now, that’s not any way to talk in front of Logan on his birthday!” The scolding is a bit mocking as she winks at the two boys. She ignores them as she opens one of the rear car doors, a grin quickly forming on her face as she watches a certain ten-month-old child’s expression light up as soon as she sees her. “Oh, I missed you too. How’s my sweet baby girl doing?” The words are in French, easily slipping off her tongue as she unbuckles her niece’s car seat and picks her up. “I’ve missed you so much.” She kisses the girl’s cheek loudly a couple of dozen times.

“What am I, chopped liver?” Jonah jokes, “your favorite twin rides in the car with these two for hours, and Belle gets loved on first? I see how it is.” She knows that laugh, he’s not serious or offended in the slightest, so she just continues doting over the child.

“Chien.” The baby in her arms giggles and Ches’s mouth drops. That was French, Belle was speaking French. Maybe it was the wrong animal, but it was the right language.

She looks over to the girl’s father quickly, “please tell me you heard that.”

“She said chien!” The man gasps, quickly moving to take the girl from her to dote over her himself. Ches hands her to him, ignoring the throbbing in her heart as she already has to let go of the child as she does so. “This is the best birthday present, huh Belle?”

“The best word too, if I say so,” Jonah adds in as Ches loops around the car to hug him. “Though pretty sure someone owes Ches money now.” She raises an eyebrow at him as she hugs her twin brother, just waiting for it to sink in that he was part of that betting pool.

“Yeah, you do.” Jamie reminds him, “and I do. What’d Emmett put in the pool?”

“French, because unlike you I’m not a complete dumbass.” Emmett shrugs, “Ches was speaking French, who’d have guessed the kid learned some!”

“You made bets on my daughter’s first words?” Logan doesn’t seem surprised, regardless of the question. “Can’t we go back to betting on normal stuff like how long the pizza will take to arrive?” He starts hooking Belle back into her car seat as he talks, much to Ches’s disappointment. She could hold the child again later, it wasn’t like she already had to say goodbye.

“Pretty sure normal people don’t start a betting pool for their pizza delivery estimates. Not that I know a lot of those.” Emmett shrugs, “anyway, I call Ches’s shotgun. Have a safe drive back to the house, feel free to push Jamie out of the vehicle for me!” He doesn’t wait for anyone to say anything before he’s pulling Ches away from Jonah and towards the student parking lot, ignoring Jonah’s complaints about cutting into his Ches time in the process.

Clearly, something was bothering him, and while Ches had a theory on part of it, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t just Jamie invading his birthday plans for Logan. As she gets in the car, the first thing Ches does is pass him the aux cord in hopes of letting him get whatever he’s feeling out there.

After all, they both had a day of celebrations waiting for them once they arrived back at the vacation home. The sooner they both got out everything bringing them down, the better. It was Logan’s birthday, it was supposed to be all excitement, balloons, and cake. Once the car ride was done, there was no more time for sadness.

This was Logan’s party, and she was going to try her best to have fun and be nice to Jamie, just because that’s what Logan wanted her to do. Elliot, Lucy, everything could wait one more night. The most important thing tonight was her family was here, that she was going to be able to hug Logan and celebrate with him as they figured out together what Emmett had planned for the night. She wasn’t going to let her drama or Jamie ruin it for any of them.

The girl puts her phone on silent before she pulls out of the student parking lot, if someone needed her, they were just going to have to wait until she was back on campus later.

#//nobody ever say I'm NOT nice to Ches occasionally because this is being nice to Ches ok #//also since there's a lot of new members heads up Ches's Logan and Balo's Logan are two different people. Balo's Logan is Jia's Logan #musings ( elswood family )#//also see I can write a nice overly long self para from time to time!#you know i adore queue #a hundred thrown out speeches i almost said to you ( self paras )#all of my heroes died all alone ( musings )

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hockeyluver-1995 · 5 years ago

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Chance Meetings- Morgan Rielly Story Chapter 4

Morgan Reilly Story

Chapter 4

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October 2018

It had been about a week since I last saw Morgan. He was busy getting ready for the beginning of the season and I was busy with the children. Though that didn’t stop us from texting each other throughout the day and phoning each other every night before bed. With Morgan it was just easy, both of us laying in bed talking for hours about anything we could think of until one of us would drift off into a deep slumber.

Nate played his first hockey game this week and scored a goal. As soon as the game ended he ran up to me and gave me a big hug exclaiming, “I scored just like Morgan!”

I quickly took a picture of the smiling boy holding up his puck and sent it to Morgan with the caption ‘I scored a goal just like Morgan-Nate.’

He quickly responded with a thumb’s up emoji and a message saying ‘tell Nate I said good job and that I want to see him play sometime.’

Ella had her first ballet lesson this week as well. She was very excited about starting and wore her tutu every night so she could practice.

Max also had a busy couple days just like his siblings while they were at school. He started a music group and swimming lessons.

One of the messages Morgan sent me was to inform me that I was coming to his game on Wednesday and that I must be at Lucy’s place by 6:00 so that I could go to the game with her. Attached to the message was Lucy’s contact information.

Day of Game October 3rd Toronto vs. Montreal

I woke up this morning feeling very nervous about the game tonight. It was my first game as a girlfriend and I didn’t know what to expect. Would I meet the other better halves? Would they welcome me with open arms or make me feel like an outsider?

I knew Lucy would be with me every step of the way, which was very reassuring as I had a feeling I would be phoning her for a lot of advice.

I flipped through my closet looking at my options for possible outfits I could wear for my first game as his girlfriend. Should I wear something sporty? Should it be a fancier outfit?

I could hear a knock at the door. Jess was asking if she could come in? I quickly yelled back “come in! I’m in my closet.”

She appeared beside me as I continued looking for the perfect outfit.

“Nervous for tonight?” Asked Jess as she started looking through my closet for possible outfits as well.

Nodding my head I say “Omg! Yes. It’s my first game as his girlfriend.”

“Do I wear something sporty? Or do I wear something fancy to fit in with the other WAGS?” I question as I start to get frustrated.

“Take a deep breath Hails. I will help you and I’m sure you could message your friend Lucy and ask her what she is wearing that way you can gauge your outfit on hers.”

“That’s a brilliant idea Jess” I exclaim as I pull my phone out of my pocket and send Lucy a message.

Lucy quickly messaged back that she was going to wear jeans, some heeled boots, and a nice jacket.

Before I knew it, I had to leave to head to Lucy’s place.

On the subway to their building, I messaged Morgan.

Hails: Good luck today Mo! You will do awesome. I can’t wait to cheer for you. I will make sure to be extra loud so you can hear me haha

Not even a minute later Morgan responded.

Morgan: Thanks, Babe. It will be hard not to look at you in the stands all game haha

Morgan: Btw left you something at Lucy and Jake’s place.

I got off the subway and headed towards the address Lucy had texted me. She gave me the buzzard number to push in and opened the front doors of her condo building for me.

I got into the elevator and pushed the number 51 button. Within minutes I was standing in front of their door knocking.

“Hails!” Lucy greeted as she opened the door pulling me in for a big hug.

“Lucy!” I greeted in the same way Lucy did laughing.

“Love the outfit.”

“Thanks. It took me forever to figure out what to wear. I felt this pressure for some reason that it had to be perfect.”

Lucy nodded her head as she guided me into their family room. Henry was on the carpet playing with his toy cars. I quickly walked towards him and got down on the floor with him. He quickly looked up from his car and made his way towards me, pulling himself into a standing position giggling. I pulled him into a hug and he sat down in my lap.

“Don’t worry about tonight Hails! The ladies are awesome and very welcoming. Plus I will be with you the whole time.”

“Thanks, Lucy. I’m really glad I have you to guide me.”

“Oh, that reminds me!” Lucy exclaimed as she ran out of the room and minutes later appeared with a gift bag.

“Mo dropped this off and asked me to give it to you.” She said as she handed me the bag.

I quickly opened the bag and saw that inside was one of his old warm-up shirts with a number 44 above the left chest. Also, there was a pass at the bottom of the bag. This intrigued me so I quickly picked it up and flipped it over so I could read the writing ‘Morgan Rielly Family Pass All Access’

“What is it?” asked Lucy curious to see what was in the bag she was hiding from Jake all day. Morgan’s specific instructions were for Lucy to give it to Hailey and to make sure Jake did not see what was in the bag.

“Awe,” Lucy said as I held up the shirt for her to see.

“He must want you to represent him but he doesn’t want the crazy fangirls to see you in his jersey just yet,” Lucy stated as she smiled in my direction.

Nodding my head I stood up asking Lucy where their bathroom was so that I could change.

I quickly pulled the shirt over the top of my tank top and tucked it into my light blue ripped jeans and black belt. I put on my black leather jacket over top and looked into the mirrors at the outfit. I quickly took a picture of me through the mirror and sent it to Morgan on Snapchat.

Once I stepped out of the bathroom and into the family room Lucy looked up from putting Henry’s Gardiner Jersey on. “Ooh, you make that shirt look amazing! Does it smell like him?”

“Haha It actually does”

I looked at the time on my phone and saw that it was time for us to walk over to the arena. I put on my black ankle high-heeled boats and grabbed my black purse and followed the Gardiner gang out the door.

About five minutes later we were at the arena and on our way to our seats.

The maple leafs won 3-2 against the Montreal Canadiens in overtime, Morgan getting an assist. As the three stars were announced Lucy nodded her head toward the stairs and we made our way the elevator. Lucy pulled out her pass and showed it to the security guard Outside of the elevator. So pulled my pass out of my purse and the security guard nodded his head towards us. Lucy guided me towards the room where the players’ families waited for the boys after the game.

Once in the room, Lucy nodded her head at a couple of the family members. A couple of the ladies looked toward me and sent smiles my way.

A couple of the ladies made their way to us and introduced themselves as Stephanie and Christina. They quickly gave me big hugs and said: “Morgan mentioned that his girlfriend was coming to the game.” “I can’t wait for you to join our crazy group of ladies.”

The ladies started asking me how we had met and about our days. I told the girls everything Morgan had done to pursue me.

“Awe, that is so adorable!” They exclaimed as they smiled towards me.

We continued talking until the players started walking into the room.

Morgan walked into the room looking so hot in his suit and freshly washed hair. It took everything in you to not run up to him and jump into his arms.

Morgan was talking to Mitch, Auston, Freddie, and Jake as they all walked into the room.

Morgan locked eyes with you and mouthed “nice shirt” and set me a wink. I couldn’t help the blush that took over my cheeks as I looked down towards the shirt.

Steph caught the exchange and quietly awed.

Morgan quickly pulled me into his arms as soon as he was in reaching distance and gave me a quick kiss. Which made me blush even harder at the PDA. This action made the boys whistle at Morgan and me with a chorus of “that a boy Mo-daddy!”

As Morgan pulled away he looked you in the eyes and sent you a wink.

Auston, Freddie, and Mitch made their way over to us pulling me into a big hug.

“Mo-daddy here has not shut up about you since you guys met.” Stated Mitch as he rolled his eyes towards Mo.

“Ya, all we hear is Hailey this, Hailey that.” Added Auston as she shoved Morgan jokingly.

“It’s nice to meet you, I am looking forward to adding you to our family.” Said Freddie as he pulled me into another hug adding, “don’t worry about these guys. They love getting under Mo’s skin so I’m guessing you’re included with Morgan now.”

“Thanks,” you said as you nodded your head understanding.

Steph laughed at her boyfriend's antics and said: “Hailey, get my number from Mo and we can hang out without these guys.”

“I see you wanted to mark your territory Mo-daddy. I’m just surprised it wasn’t in the form of a hickey” Stated Jake as he looked it your shirt and started laughing. He quickly looked towards Lucy “YOU!” he exclaimed, “That’s what you were hiding in the bag all day.”

Lucy laughs at him and shakes her head “Yes, and if I remember correctly you did the same when you first started dating me!”

Lucy shook her head at her husband and pulled me into a hug whispering, “ I married a man child.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped as you both pulled away from the hug.

After saying goodbye to everyone Morgan grabbed your hand and guided you to the underground parking lot.

Once in the car Morgan put the car in drive and maneuvered his way through the parking garage. “Am I driving you straight home? Or are you coming back to mine?”

I looked down at my watch and saw it was 11:30 pm. “Back to mine? I have to be up at 6:00 am.”

Morgan nodded his head and reached his hand over the console and grasped your small hand into his huge ones.

The radio was playing quietly in the background as you guided Morgan through the streets towards your house.

Morgan pulled up in front of my house and put the vehicle in park.

Just as I put my hand on the door handle to open the door Morgan yelled, “stop.”

He quickly opened his door and walked towards my side of the vehicle. He opened my door and held his hand out for me to grab. I placed my hand into his and he helped me down.

“How chivalrous of you.”

I leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.

“That’s all I get?” Joked Morgan as he pointed to his lips.

I rolled my eyes as I leaned up and kissed him again but this time on the lips.

“Hmmm much better,” Morgan said as soon as our lips pulled apart.

“Text me when you get home?” I asked as I turned towards the house.

“I will. But do you really think I won’t walk you to your door?” He Questioned.

“But it’s right here?” I said as I pointed to the door that was a couple of feet away.

We walked up to the stairs and just as I put my key into the door, it flys open and Tom is standing at the door playing the part of a concerned father.

“You're late!” He stated as he crossed his arms.

“It’s 11:45 pm.” You started laughing as Morgan reached out to Shake Toms Hand.

“I’m sorry sir”

“Young man, if you hurt her I’m not afraid to go to Jail!” Said Tom as he couldn’t hold back his smile.

I couldn’t help but laugh at Morgan’s shocked look as I said to Tom “you’re not my dad!”

“Your dad asked me to say that to anyone you date,” Tom said shaking his head and laughing at Morgan’s reaction as well.

“Oh God, he thinks he is so tough when he says that.”

Morgan started laughing but nodded his head and said: “I will remember that Hailey has two dad figures in her life.”

“Well on a more serious note. Jess told me that I must ask Morgan to have dinner with us when he is free or else I am in the dog house.”

“Well Tom, I don’t want you in the dog house so I will check my schedule,” said Morgan as he pulled out his phone. “I’m free Friday night if that work. We are playing home on Saturday then we were on the road for a week.”

“Friday works,” said Tom nodding his head

“By the way Morgan awesome game tonight, Nate really looks up to you.”

“Thank you, Tom. Have a good night.”

Tom nodded his head towards you as a sign that he was going inside and that you could say Goodnight without his watchful eye.

Once Tom was down the hall I pulled Morgan into a hug and let him hold me for a couple of minutes. “Goodnight Mo “ I whispered just before I kissed him on the lips.

“Goodnight Hails. I will see you on Friday.”

#morgan rielly #morgan rielly fanfiction #morgan rielly imagines #nhl imagines #nhlfanfiction

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ariadnasdiary · 5 years ago

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Ari, ¿qué haces usualmente en tu tiempo libre? ¿Tienes algún pasatiempo favorito o algo que te guste hacer cuando Kino no está contigo? Por cierto, ¿cómo es tu relación con Naomi? Sé que ella es tu amiga y la novia de Yuri, pero exactamente, ¿cómo se conocieron ustedes dos? Y ojalá algún día también nos cuentes más sobre la relación entre Naomi y Yuri. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ♡ Y como siempre puedes responder esto sólo en inglés no te preocupes. ^^

*Translation: “Ari, what you usually do on your free time? Do you have any hobby or something you like to do when Kino isn’t around? By the way, how is your relationship with Naomi? I know she’s your friend and Yuuri’s girlfriend, but how exactly you two met? I hope you tell us more about Naomi’s and Yuuri’s relationship ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ♡ As always you can answer just in English don’t worry ^^“

*Mun Ari: Have I told you how much I love your asks? No? Well, now you know! I just published Naomi’s character sheet today! Naomi can exist as a different AU or in the same time line, as it works better :D

Ariadna: When Kino isn’t around, which is pretty odd *giggles*, I enjoy singing a lot! Everyone is able to listen to me humming or maybe singing almost all the time. Dancing too! But I’m a little embarrassed about it.

I also enjoy playing some games on my phone, drawing, writing on my diary and maybe having a walk downtown~

Ariadna: I met Naomi during one clan’s reunion. At first she intimidated me: she was so pretty and looked so cool! She was polite and a little distant. I noticed she had peculiar interest in Yuuri, but he seemed oblivious *giggles*.

After that we got to talk some more and she started warming up. Now she’s very nice with me! She reminds me a lot like my sister! I feel I can talk to her about everything and she’s also fun to be around! I really appreciate her!!

*Mun Ari: If you check out her bio, I explained there a little better Naomi’s character. But in terms of relationship…they are pretty interesting!

Due to Yuuri’s “dry or monotonous” personality he looked like he was oblivious, but actually he became interested as well. They are both pretty , relaxed, mature and they enjoy having deep conversations. Naomi is a lady and Yuuri is like a butler/gentleman so they have a great chemistry~ You know? I imagine Yuuri be the kind of guy who’s always serious and you don’t really know when he’s joking or serious xD. But between the two of them Naomi is more extroverted and funny than Yuuri. Sometimes they look/act like Arino’s older siblings really. It was about time to give Yuuri a gf, right?

THANK YOU FOR ASKING DEAR!! ILY!!

#ariadnasdiary #ariadnaxkino #Ariadna Koizumi Martínez #ari speaks #ask #interesting question!#ily #thank you for asking <3 #diabolik lovers latino #diabolik lovers oc

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hyenasnake · 6 years ago

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Life in my Stomach: A Songfic

Quick author’s note beforehand; this story does deal with heavy stuff like miscarriage and other bad stuff so if you don’t want to read it just scroll past now. The song this is based off of is Life In My Stomach by BMike and I’m linking it here so you get a feel for what this story is about, but with a twist at the end. This is a TBOL/El Tigre fiction based around Sartana of the Dead and if you like some delicious angst, this story is for you. It’s also a modern mortal au so nobody is immortal in this. Here is Sartana’s lullaby but instead of mandolin it’s supposed to be guitar so here’s a guitar version without the vocals. Tristán belongs to @the-musical-cc and Etapalli belongs to me. Alazne belongs to queenxivory (account deactivated). Now, let’s get into the story

Sartana stared down at the positive pregnancy test with tears in her eyes. Her head was a mess of thoughts swarming her brain. She was nineteen, still too young for motherhood. But she was getting married to Jorge, the father of the baby now growing inside her, in just a week. But Jorge hated children, despite being eighteen and only a fledgling from childhood, he was always shouting at them on the street and throwing food at the children who played in the alleyway behind their apartment. He also hated her many siblings, at least the ones who were still children. Sartana only had nine biological siblings but her parents ran a foster home that saw many children throughout the course of her life. Often when the foster children did leave, they’d always keep in touch with the family and some children begged Catrina and Xibalba to adopt them for good. Her youngest biological sibling was her brother, Tristán, who was six years old. Jorge could put up with him. It was really her sisters, Etapalli and Alazne, who he hated. Before long, Sartana felt great joy at the thought of raising a child, half of her and half of Jorge. She swore she could feel the baby squirming around and growing inside her, despite only being eight weeks pregnant. Her hand instinctively went to her stomach, giving it a small caress as if to let her baby know she was there and she loved him more than anything in the world.

“Absolutely not.” Was Jorge’s reaction when she told him. “You’re going to get rid of that baby as soon as possible. It’s only going to slow us down.”

“I’m not getting rid of my child! It’s my decision to make and not yours!” Sartana became angry. “You said we could have a big family like my parents have someday!”

“That was a long time ago, Sartana. People change. Now, I’m telling you to get rid of that thing! I want nothing to do with it!”

“It’s my body, Jorge. This baby is growing inside my body so I’m making the decision to keep them. If I wanted an abortion I would have asked for one by now.” Sartana covered her stomach protectively. Jorge sighed in defeat.

“If you decide to keep that little monster, you’re giving him up for adoption. I don’t want anything to do with him. We’ll talk about this after the wedding.”

A week passed and Sartana collapsed on her bed in tears. She couldn’t believe her fiance would dump her at the altar in front of their family and friends, citing their child, which she hadn’t told anyone else about, as a source for why he was leaving. She folded her hands over her lower belly and whispered to her child, though he couldn’t yet hear her.

“Te siento pateando angelito No te preocupes por el dolor, Porque mamá estará aquí hasta que veas mañana. Siento tu vida en mi estómago, prometo que la protegeré porque nadie está por encima de ella. Y aunque tu papá quiere quitarte la vida, debes saber que nunca lo dejaré porque se lo digo todos los días; Ves esta vida en mi estómago, sin importar si me ayudas como padre, me va a encantar.”

Catrina opened her eldest child’s bedroom door. She sat next to the wronged woman and held her close. “Lo siento mucho mijita.” She whispered with tears in her eyes. “Are you really... pregnant?” Her voice was laced with fear of what would become of her daughter, knowing how cruel Mexico was to single, unwed mothers. Sartana nodded in confirmation.

“He left because I didn’t want an abortion or to give Mi bebé to the system.” She wiped her eyes. Catrina hugged her daughter tightly.

“It’s not going to be easy, but it will be okay and I support you no matter what, mi vida.” She kissed her forehead. Sartana hugged her mother back and cried into her shoulder.

Months passed and Sartana was a month away from her due date. She now lived in a tiny studio apartment and worked three jobs to get money for herself and her unborn son. Her parents had offered to pay for stuff but she refused, except for letting them buy her diapers. Jorge was refusing to pay child support and she was taking him to court over it so to bring in a little extra money for herself and her baby. Now she sat on her bed strumming on her guitar a song she had composed for her little one. She heard a knock at the door. she pulled herself up with much effort and went to the door to open it. There stood Jorge, in the flesh.

“Are you ready to be a father and take care of your son?” She crossed her arms, murder in her eyes.

“No. I’m here to keep you from taking me to court over that little monster.” He stared back at her with a cold glare. “I’m glad I ditched you, you lost all your looks when you decided to become a mother.”

“Enough with the snark. I need the money to feed myself and my son and to keep us from ending up on the streets and three minimum wage jobs isn’t going to cover that.”

“Serves you right for keeping it-”

“Him. He’s a boy. A living, breathing baby boy. Not an ‘It’ or a ‘little monster’. My son.” She interrupted him with anger.

“Don’t talk to me that way! Listen, I’m getting married in a few months and my fiancee says she’s going to call it off if I have to be a father to that little creature. It’s not too late for a late-term abortion, Sartana. Or you could give it up for adoption.” He showed her a form. She grabbed it out of his hand and tore it in two.

“I will never give up on my son, tu pinche pendejo!”

“¡Odio a tu hijo! ¡Ojalá te deshicieras de eso!” Jorge shouted, stepping into her apartment. Sartana pushed him into the shelf. “Oh now you’ve done it.” He shoved her to the ground and grabbed her hair. Her eyes filled with tears as she tried to fight him back, but he was straddling her and had the upper hand. pressed his decorative cane into her chest.

“Get off me! Help!” She cried, trying to fight back.

“Stop screaming you bitch!” He slapped her. He kneed her in the stomach and she felt a popping sensation. She cried out in pain and shock and tried to wrestle him off of her. She managed to get him off her for a minute and tried to crawl to where her cell phone was to call for help. He stood over her and grabbed her phone, throwing it to the ground and smashing it. “I’m sorry I have to do this. Adios, mijo.” He kicked her in the stomach as hard as she cried and screamed. She felt frantic kicking and confused movements from her baby and felt blood leaking from between her legs. Jorge left the apartment. Sartana rubbed her belly and whispered to her dying son “I’m so sorry mi vida. I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you. I love you.” She sobbed and crawled to her bed.

The baby had stopped kicking long ago and she couldn’t call for help or drive to the hospital. Sartana, now in active labor delivering a dead baby, was in her bed waiting for the urge to start pushing. When it finally came, she gripped the bedsheets and the headboard and cried as she started to deliver her dead son alone in the middle of the night.

After almost an hour of pushing, Sartana felt her son’s body leave hers and felt her own body relaxing. She reached for between her legs to pick up the baby so she could hold him before she said goodbye. She started crying uncontrollably when she saw him. If he hadn’t just left the warmth of her body, he would have been ice cold. His eyes were closed as if he was sleeping and his mouth was pouting. He had a little tuft of black hair on his head and he was covered in bruises from Jorge’s murder attempt.

Sartana held him close to her and sobbed. “Lo siento mijo. Lo siento mucho.” She wailed. She began humming the lullaby she’d composed for him one last time as she cuddled him for the first and last time.

After a minute or two, she saw his arm move and she felt his chest start to rise and fall. She thought she was going crazy, until she heard him start to whimper and cry. She shot up and looked at him. His body had regained heat and he was squirming around in her arms. He was alive. Her tears changed to that of relief and joy and she hugged him.

Soon a sliver of common sense took over her and Sartana got to her feet and grabbed scissors to cut him off the umbilical cord. After the afterbirth had passed she grabbed a blanket and her flipflops. She wrapped her baby in the blanket and got into her flipflops. Her whole body ached but she knew she had to act fast or her son would surely die. The hospital was two miles away and her car had broken down a few days prior, just her luck. It was pouring rain out, thunder crashing and lightning flashing. With determination that only a mother can have, she began the trek to the hospital.

It was hell on Sartana’s already damaged body. Blood was still running down her legs and her face was bruised. She stumbled and fell a lot, due to the loss of blood and her legs giving out. A few times she almost passed out and she was ready to give up and let death take her. Sartana’s life didn’t matter to her at all. She hated herself. She would have killed herself a long time ago if she didn’t have her baby to think of. But she had to make sure her son survived. She had to make sure he was okay.

She collapsed about two blocks from the hospital, her body gave out and exhaustion took over her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get up from the flooding sidewalk. “I’m sorry mijo. I’ve been such a horrible mother to you.” Sartana whispered as she held him close to her chest. She felt consciousness slipping from her and could almost feel herself dying. She heard two men’s voices in what seemed like the distance, it was like hearing them underwater or through earmuffs. She felt strong arms pick her up as she fell unconscious.

When Sartana woke up, she was in a hospital room hooked up to IVs and a breathing mask over her face. She felt nauseous and dizzy. She tried to sit up and regain her bearings but felt a firm hand on her shoulder pushing her back down. She couldn’t see who it was due to tunnel vision. She turned her head to look at the mystery person. It was Xibalba, her father. He looked like he’d been crying but he had a relieved smile on his face. “It’s okay mija. It’s just me. Just relax. You’re safe now.” He said softly.

“Where is my son?” She croaked out, looking around. “Is he-”

“He’s alive, but just barely. It’s a miracle he survived. Your mother is with him in the surgery room.”

“Surgery room!?” Sartana shot up again and tried to get up but her legs felt numb.

“Relax. I’ll explain.” Xibalba pushed her gently back into the bed. “Whatever happened to you two, his lower leg bone was crushed beyond repair. They have to amputate it but when he’s older he’ll be able to have a prosthetic.” Sartana burst into tears. Xibalba sat on the bed next to her and held her hand. “These two young men found you on the sidewalk and drove you here. You were hurt pretty bad but you’re going to stay a few days here and be okay. One of them actually stayed to see if you were doing okay. I can get him when you’re doing better.” He wiped her eyes with a tissue. “You’re exhausted, mija. Get some sleep.”

“But my son-” Sartana protested.

“I’ll wake you up when they bring him back from surgery. I promise.” Xibalba kissed her forehead. “But he needs you to rest.” Sartana didn’t argue again and fell back asleep.

The next morning, if Sartana hadn’t woken up in the hospital room and without her baby bump, she would have assumed it was all a horrible dream. But she woke up in the hospital room. She looked around the room but didn’t see her son. She assumed the worst and closed her eyes, thinking of ways to kill herself. A nurse came in. “Oh, you’re awake. Don’t worry, your son is okay. He’s in the NICU recovering from surgery. They’re keeping an eye on him in there.” She explained. Sartana breathed a sigh of relief. The nurse took the breathing mask off her. “Your mother is with him. The police are here and want to ask you some questions on what happened. Then you have visitors to see you. Do you want breakfast?”

“Si por favor.” The young mother breathed. “Send the police in, please.”

Sartana filled in the police on all she’d gone through while eating her breakfast, which was surprisingly good for hospital food. She sat in her bed with her cup of coffee when she felt a presence at her door. She looked to the door and saw a tall, strong looking young man with a guitar strapped to his back and a tote bag in one hand. He looked disheveled, like he hadn’t slept in a while. But he still had a charming smile on his face. Sartana could feel her face heating up, but she wasn’t too keen on seeing a strange man so soon after she’d been assaulted. “Can I help you?” She asked in a low voice.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay. My name’s Ernesto. Mi amigo and I were walking home from a party we were playing for and found you on the sidewalk.” He said in a smooth voice that sent Sartana’s ragged heart fluttering in her chest.

“Oh! You were the one who saved us? You stayed here this whole time?”

“Of course. I wanted to make sure you were okay. Well, actually that’s a lie. I stepped out only bring you some things.” He walked to her bedside and placed the tote bag on her bed. She looked inside and saw some assorted food items and a baby onesie.

“Thank you.” She whispered. “But why? Why would you do that for a stranger?”

“You needed help and you’re not going to be able to live on hospital food. I don’t know what you like so I just threw some basic stuff in there like soup and bread.”

“Well you got the red velvet cupcake right. It’s my favorite cake but I haven’t eaten it in a long time. Didn’t want to expose him to bad dyes.” Sartana said, referring to her son.

Ernesto looked at his watch and then back at her. “Listen, I have to head out but if it’s okay with you, I’ll come back later.” He took her hand and gently pressed a kiss to the top of it. “Adios... Oh I don’t know your name how rude.”

“Sartana. My name is Sartana.” She blushed lightly.

“I’ll see you later Sartana.” He kissed her hand again before leaving her.

Later that day, Sartana held her son. He was sleeping peacefully now and was doing well. “I think I’ll call him Malachai.” She said. The nurse wrote something down on the birth certificate but then had a horrified look come over her face.

“Lo siento señorita! I accidentally wrote it down as Machete! I’ll go get a new one!” The nurse was about to leave when Sartana stopped her.

“No. Machete has a nice ring to it. I think I like it better than Malachai. I’ll keep it.” She smiled and gently rocked to him. “A machete is a weapon, and my son has a fighting spirit. It’s perfect for him. Machete Ángel-Equihua.” She gently kissed her son’s forehead.

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