#my mom said she didn’t know why she didn’t bring this up sooner

[peachypede]

My mom told me the most validating thing the other day.

Apparently she used to rp Buffy the Vampire Slayer on rp forums when she was a stay at home mom and had to take care of my and my older brother. And then I asked if people had the hots for the teacher guy and she said “people??” alluding that she had the hots for him herself.

I feel so validated and less childish now.

[brainddeadd]

we haven’t talked much about baby devils family besides her mom… so maybe she’s an only child also why she’s love the boys so much because she has never had siblings and what if she lost her dad a few years ago to cancer and it’s not something she really talks about only person on the devils that knows is luke so maybe when it was the cancer game it was really important to her and everyone found out about her dad

The Cancer Game

warnings: parental death

ok so.. my dad died and this is how i'd want my friends to react and how some of them did react..

if you've lost someone close to you, i am so sorry for your loss

The New Jersey Devils locker room was filled with the usual celebration buzz. They’d just pulled off a big win, and everyone was riding high on the thrill of it, the energy bouncing off the walls as teammates shouted and laughed. Normally, Y/N would have been in the thick of it, cracking jokes and soaking up the post-game excitement with her team. But tonight, she’d been different. She’d put on a brave face, even cheered a little in the locker room, but her heart wasn’t in it. Only Luke noticed the way her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, the way she slipped out of the room as soon as she could without saying a word to anyone.

He’d seen her like this before, knew the kind of weight that could press down on her after certain games. The annual Cancer Awareness game, something that meant so much to the Devils organization and their fans, had an especially painful significance for her. A few years back, her dad had passed away after a long battle with cancer. It wasn’t something she talked about; she kept her emotions tucked away and rarely let them out, but this game always hit her hard. Luke was the only one who knew, and though she never said anything, he’d learned to recognize the signs.

The other guys hadn’t quite pieced it together yet, but they were noticing the change in her. Jack frowned as he watched her leave. “Did you guys see Y/N? She just left so quickly. I don’t think she even said goodbye.”

“Yeah, and she was barely talking all night,” Nico added, crossing his arms with a worried look. “She seemed…off. You think something’s wrong?”

Dawson, still buzzing from the win, looked back toward the door, his excitement dimming. “She didn’t even celebrate like usual. You think we should check on her?”

Luke glanced at them, a little torn. Y/N was private, and he didn’t want to betray her trust, but he also didn’t want her to be alone with this. With a slight nod, he said, “Yeah. I think we should.” He didn’t offer an explanation yet, but his face was serious, and the others picked up on it right away.

The group left together, the energy in the car shifting to something quieter and more solemn as they drove to Y/N’s place. They entered her apartment, hoping she’d be alright, but the scene they found tugged at their hearts.

Y/N was curled up on her couch, her face hidden in her hands, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Luke stepped forward first, his heart heavy as he saw his friend so vulnerable. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder before sitting next to her, pulling her into his side. She leaned into him, not saying anything, but letting him be there.

The others stood back, exchanging looks of uncertainty and sadness. They hadn’t seen her like this before and didn’t want to intrude, but they also couldn’t bear the idea of leaving her alone.

After a quiet moment, Jack finally spoke up. “Is…is she okay? What’s going on?” he asked softly, his voice filled with worry.

Luke took a breath, deciding to share what he knew in the hopes that they’d understand. “Her dad…he passed away from cancer a few years back. This game…this night…it’s a lot for her to handle. It brings back memories.”

There was a stunned silence as the reality of her pain sank in. Dawson looked down, feeling a pang of guilt for not realizing sooner. Nico’s expression softened, his eyes full of empathy as he took a step closer to her.

Jack’s face fell. He crouched down beside her, reaching out to place a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. You should’ve said something. You don’t have to go through this by yourself.”

Nico nodded, his voice gentle. “We’re family, Y/N. Whatever you need, we’re here. Always.” His words were soft, filled with the warmth of someone who understood what it meant to be part of a team that cared deeply for each other beyond just hockey.

Dawson gave her a supportive smile, his voice as warm as he could make it. “Yeah, we’re here for you. If you ever need to talk or even just want someone around to keep you company, don’t hesitate. We’ve got your back.”

Y/N looked up through red, tear-streaked eyes, managing a small, appreciative smile as she took in the scene. There they were—her teammates, her friends, her family—standing around her with faces full of concern and love. She hadn’t planned to let them see her like this, hadn’t planned to share the part of herself that was still so raw and aching. But here they were, offering her every bit of their support, not backing away from her sadness.

Luke’s arm tightened around her shoulders as he whispered, “You’re not alone. I’m here. We’re all here.”

Y/N felt her heart swell as Jack, Nico, and Dawson each moved closer, surrounding her with a warmth and presence that filled the room. They didn’t try to fix her pain or rush her through it; they simply sat with her, letting her know that she didn’t have to bear this alone. The weight of her grief felt a little lighter with them there, their quiet strength helping to carry her forward, reminding her that no matter how heavy the burden, she would never have to shoulder it by herself again.

[lyranova]

Hii! I love your fics!! May I please request a oneshot where yami's squad member (y/n) turns into a baby / child (whichever is better), and brings her to the captains ' meeting as he has no other choice? (y/n) calls everyone dad / mom and it makes them all super soft for her? like yami is first annoyed then softens up, nozel is straight up rude as usual but everyone glares at him for that (cause they're so protective of her already uwu) and he ends up being soft for her too. idk, this was a 2 am thought im sorry!! thank you for taking requests 😭💞

Hiya anon! No worries 2am thoughts are always fine and fun, tbh I tend to get them a lot myself 😆! Aw thank you so much I’m so glad you like my fics, and you’re welcome, I enjoy taking requests! It gives me something fun and different to do 🥰! Of course you may and I hope you all enjoy~!

Word Count: 1,325

Warnings: None

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Yami didn’t know how this happened, she was fine when she left on a mission with Asta and Noelle, but when they all came back she was a baby! When he asked them what the hell happened Asta and Noelle explained that it was the bad guys magic; he could make people really old, or really young!

Yami had ordered them to take her back to the mage and force him to change her back but Noelle explained that they tried, but the mage said his spell would only wear off in 24 hours. So for now…they were stuck with her being a toddler!

She was still able to walk at least, talking on the other hand…well she was only able to say a handful of words, mainly ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy’. Which kind of bothered Yami since he didn’t want to be called ‘daddy’ by a member of his squad, but she wasn't really eager to learn ‘Yami’ at the moment he would have to deal with it for now.

Yami fully intended to leave her at the squad as he went to a Captain’s meeting, but when Yami began to ask who wanted to be in charge of their toddler squadmate every single Black Bull scattered like leaves in a gust of wind.

Which was how he ended up in his current situation; in the Captain’s meeting room, with his toddler squadmate sitting in his lap, as the other Captain’s ‘oohed’ and ‘awwed’ over her.

“ Aw look how adorable she is! I didn’t know you had a baby Yami!” Dorothy said as she began to use her Glamour World magic to create small toys to keep her entertained. Charlotte crossed her arms as she looked at the child.

‘Yami had a child?! Why didn’t he say anything? Does that mean he’s married or has a committed partner? Or is the child a product of a one night stand? Yami doesn’t seem to be the type to do that though, so he must have someone! Why didn’t he say anything, I’m so jealous of her, why didn’t I confess to him sooner?!’ Charlotte’s mind raced as she stared at the little girl, she didn’t look like Yami, but that could easily be explained away. The girl looked at Charlotte with wide eyes before she smiled brightly and reached her arms out towards the Briar mage.

“ Mommy?” She asked cutely before her smile widened. “ Mommy!”

Charlotte and Dorothy’s hearts quickly melted and they both couldn’t help but say ‘How Cute~!’. Yami sighed and shook his head.

“ The Prickly Princess ain’t your mom, and I’m not her dad. She’s a member of my squad who got turned into a toddler on a mission earlier. The other brats took off running when I asked them to baby sit her.” Yami explained as he held the small girl still. She looked up at him with a pout but did stop moving.

“ I see, so how long will she be like this?” Fuegoleon asked as he placed a thoughtful hand under his chin, the girl looked at him for a moment before her bright smile returned.

“ Daddy!” She shouted brightly and with a giggle, Fuegoleon’s brows raised in surprise and a small smile appeared on his face.

“ I’m sorry to say that I’m not your father little one.” Fuegoloen told her gently as he patted her on the head, the little girl pouted.

“ She seems to only be able to say ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy’, which makes sense since she’s only like 1 or 2.” Yami said in an unsure tone, Rill tilted his head.

“ I think she’s closer to a year and a half! Babies are generally able to walk by the time they’re one, and can talk in short sentences by the age of two, so logically she should be somewhere in between since she can walk but not really talk!” Rill said thoughtfully as he stared at the young girl.

“ How the hell do you know that kid?” Jack asked with a frown and Rill suddenly laughed sheepishly.

“ Me and my squad sometimes volunteer at the orphanages in the city and the sisters explained it to me when I tried to have a group of kids tell me about their paintings.” Rill explained and the others nodded.

The little girls eyes moved to Nozel, who was sitting in his seat with his eyes closed and arms crossed, ignoring her effectively.

“ Daddy…?” She asked hesitantly and Nozel’s eyes shot open and he glared coldly at her.

“ I’m not your father, and I wish you would refrain from calling me that.” He told the girl, his tone as cold as ice, the little girl jumped for a moment before her eyes welled up with tears.

The girl began to cry and wail at the top of her lungs, everyone glared openly at Nozel.

“ What the hell did you do that for braid boy?!” Yami asked as he and the others tried to console the toddler and Nozel’s eyes widened a bit.

“ Geez Nozel she’s just a baby, can’t you be just a little nicer with her?” Dorothy asked as she put her hands on her hips and had a angry look on her face. Nozel’s cheeks turned a shade of pink and he looked away.

“ Don’t listen to him brat,” Yami said to the toddler as he gently patted her head. “ You can call of us ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ as much as you like. And ignore him.” Yami instructed them as his hand moved away from her head and began to wipe away her tears.

“ Yeah! Nozel’s just jealous because he doesn’t have a cool baby of his own!” Rill said as he crossed his arms, and Jack looked over at the Silver Eagles Captain.

“ Even I’m not that big of a jerk to kids bird boy.” He muttered with a shake of his head, Nozel sighed loudly before turning to look at them all.

“ I’m not jealous and I’m not angry at the child!” Nozel shouted accidentally, causing everyones eyes to widen. “ It’s just…” He glanced over at Dorothy, and she suddenly realized why he was acting the way he was.

Seeing that little girl was bringing up a lot of painful memories for him, so all he knew to do was lash out in order to hide his true emotions.

“ It’s just that a Captain’s meeting is no place for a child as young as her. Here, we talk about and see so many terrible things that it could easily traumatize someone as young as her for life. Don’t you think it would be better for her to remain innocent to the horrors of the world just a little longer?” Nozel asked with a sigh.

“ Uh, she’s already seen the horrors of the world remember? She’s actually a Magic Knight?” Yami pointed out in confusion, causing Nozel’s face to turn a brighter red.

“ Nozel does have a point. A Captain’s meeting is no place for a young child,” Fuegoloen agreed before he reached out to take her from Yami. “ So I suggest that she stay with Marx for the time being, and once the meetings over Yami can take her back. Alright?” He watched as all the others nodded and he carefully carried the child through the doors and to Marx.

The meeting ended fairly quickly and now Yami was heading back to the Black Bulls Hideout. After being full of energy all day she had finally wore herself out and was sound asleep in Yami’s arms. He chuckled a bit as he looked down at her, as much as he didn’t want to babysit her at first, he had to admit it was a nice change of pace and he was actually going to miss her being this small.

At least until she woke up and began to torment everyone again, then he wouldn’t be able to wait until she transformed back into her normal self again.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Memories [S. R]

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

word count: 4k

summary: the case of the self-appointed Fisher King comes with too many sentimental implications and you discover that you and Spencer had more in common than you imagined.

warnings: mention of mental illness and some trauma

A/N: directly based on 2x01 of the series "The Fisher King" part 2

people who might be interested: @c-m-stuff @no-soy-fer @synthsescape @bella-fics @cynbx (if you want to be removed or added tell me!)

To say that you were worried about the case was an understatement, you were actually terrified of what might happen. An unsub holding a hostage, who was also her daughter, and who knew so much about each member of the team, was worrying in itself. But Elle being in a hospital dying, the case being so tied to Reid's life, and you being so stupidly far from knowing where Randall Garner was, was what made you want to throw up everything you'd eaten during your interrupted vacation.

The team, as always, had split up and throughout the investigation you had stayed with Spencer and Garcia to try to crack the riddle, using the man's brain, the woman's internet find-anything skills, and your vast knowledge of the world of codes and literature. During that period you never believed that the doctor's mother would be involved, much less did you think that she would find herself in the… condition she was in. Throughout the time she was there, he treated her sweetly and calmly, but you couldn't help noticing the discomfort that was palpable in the environment. Not that he was ashamed of her, of course, although you figured he didn't visit her very often and it was obviously not her intention for the entire BAU to find out that her mother was a schizophrenic who was in a sanatorium.

You remembered, hours ago, asking Garcia to let you tell the man that his mother was fine when he requested a plane to bring her to Virginia, and all day you had that conversation etched in your mind like a tattoo on your skin.

"Your mom it's ok" you had said, approaching her desk and leaning on it to look at it "Agents picked her up. She's flying here right now” you completed, although he seemed too amused with the piece of evidence that he had in his hand and then you felt the need to say something else “How are you?”

"I feel kind of dumb, to tell you the truth," he replied. Most of the time he avoided looking at you, but you had already gotten used to it “I forgot she used to always read me this poem. And I think that I should have realized sooner than that”

"Why?"

“Nobody knows things like the fact that JJ collects butterflies except for me,” he said, with a guilt-tinged shrug. “People tell me their secrets all the time. Think it's because they know I don't have anyone to betray them to… except… my mother. I... I tell her pretty much everything”

"It’s fine”

“Do you know that I write her a letter every day?”

"That's very nice," you said sincerely, for the idea of the man carefully writing a letter to tell his mother about the day was a sweet image to imagine.

“It depends on why I write her”

"What do you mean?"

“I write her letters so I won't feel so guilty about not visiting her,” Reid added. If it hadn't been for that case, probably you, or anyone, would have known that his mother was hospitalized and you thought it was completely logical that he didn't want others to find out about that part of his life about him, including that he didn’t visit her. Spencer was always available for everything, always working, always alone in his apartment and now that you knew about Diana you understood why. He waited a moment and then finally made eye contact with you, looking somewhat fearful “Did you know that schizophrenia is genetically passed?”

And when he mentioned that your world fell apart. You understood that this was the reason why he didn't go with her; because he was afraid. You didn't know how to react, at least not at that moment, and you just looked at him sadly, feeling your own heart tighten a little at unfortunate memories.

Although, for work reasons, the talk hadn't gone any further than that, you'd thought about it all along, even now that you were all gathered to put the last pieces together of what you hoped would be a successful puzzle.

"Nevada? So we don't even know what state he's in?” Hotch muttered, already quite frustrated at how fruitless the search was turning out. There was little time left and you all knew it.

“I'll search the tax records, see if he owns any property”

"Excuse me," Diana Reid intervened from the chair next to the blackboard and her son practically jumped to try and stop her.

"Mom, do you know we're..."

“Just before the agents got me from the hospital, a man delivered this to me” she continued, ignoring “It's a photo of a house with an address on the back”

After showing her direction she turned the image and you saw what was a house that looked just like a castle, with illuminated windows, trees around, and a night sky.

“Shiloh, Virginia?”

“That's only 10 miles from here”

"Well, there's no time to waste. Morgan and Reid are coming with me”

"I want to go too," you said immediately. Something about the whole thing gave you a very bad feeling and you wished you could help in any way you could, but you were surprised to see that Spencer was the first to oppose your request.

“We don't want anyone else to get hurt, Y/N,” Morgan added, his voice almost pleading for you to obey Hotch's orders. You were in no position to demand a ride and only agreed because you knew that an argument would only take away valuable time. “We have to get ready. Reid, let's go.”

"I'll be back soon, mom"

"I'll stay with her" you suggested, hastening to take a step towards him, in an attempt to continue your mission to help.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course," you said to reassure him. Diana already seemed quite satisfied with the fact that you were going to accompany her and you still didn't know why “Go. And be careful, please."

"I will" he nodded and immediately went after Morgan and Hotch, the three of them leaving the room to carry out the rescue mission. You had your heart in your hand for thinking about what could happen to them and only the woman's voice brought you back to reality.

"I'm glad you're the one who stays"

"Really?" you asked, somewhat flattered to think that she had liked you within a couple of hours of knowing you. 

"Spencer talks to me about you all the time" she confessed and both you and the other two women present widened their eyes in surprise “He said you like literature"

"Yeah, I'd say so," you muttered, trying to smile at her to hide the nervous wreck you were, partly because of concern for your partners and partly because of what she had just told you.

"He's going to be fine, right?"

By God you hoped so. You didn't know what you would do if he got hurt or… he just didn't come back from there.

"Yes, I promise" you managed to say, as serenely as possible to try to keep your companion calm "And if you tell me about your favorite book? I imagine it will be a good one,” you said kindly, taking her arm and leading her to a couch where the two of you could sit. You knew that part of suggesting the talk was to distract yourself from the bleak outlook and thus kill time until the team returned.

Waiting was all you could do.

Diana had talked to you for a while until she ended up finding it more interesting to write in her notebook so you decided not to bother her, although she left you silent and ready for anxiety to grip you tight. After about an hour JJ herself had come to tell you that Elle was safe after surgery and you swore you could have cried with happiness when you found out. So, the pain that stayed in your chest was just from waiting for news from the three remaining agents and when what felt like an eternity passed without receiving any reports you couldn't take it anymore and apologized to Diana to leave the room. with the excuse that you needed to go to the bathroom. You were confident that she would not be a suicidal or aggressive patient, but you still wanted to hurry to get back to her as soon as possible, and when you had barely walked a section of the corridor you met a gangly figure who was already on his way to look for you.

"Rebeca?"

“She's safe” was the first thing you said, making the knot in your stomach finally dissolve “But Randall died. He blew himself up,” he continued, and you thought you wished you had heard a better outcome, even if the man was a criminal “And my mom?”

"Calm. Writing” you assured him, taking a few steps towards him to get a better look at him. He was dirty and what would later be a bruise could be seen on the left side of his face, but other than that he seemed to be safe and sound. "Is everyone there okay?"

"Yes," he breathed out. It was a relief to know that, it was a relief that things were finally over and that no one had been lost.

“I'm so grateful to hear that, Reid,” you said. You stretched your fingers up to his side and ran the tips over the mark that was beginning to form. "Does it hurt a lot?"

"No," he assured you, with a tight-lipped smile.

"Your mother. It will make her happy to know that you're back" you murmured immediately, and tried to go back the way you had come to go tell him, but he held out a hand to stop you "What's wrong?"

"Do you think I could take a moment before going with her?" he asked you and you retraced your steps to face him, still not letting go of his hand. You nodded and he sat on the floor with his legs drawn up and his back leaning against the wall in an attempt to calm down a bit from the adrenaline rush of all the previous events. You dropped down next to him in the same position and looked at his profile, thinking that if you had something to say, now was the time to talk.

“She told me you talk about me all the time,” you ventured, and he bit back an embarrassed smile.

"You weren't supposed to have found out about that"

"So you say bad things about me?"

"She didn't tell you?"

"No" you answered kindly.

"It's a relief"

��So these are definitely bad things, huh,” you teased, pushing your shoulder against his and seeing him shake his head slightly, too embarrassed to admit what he had written to his mother about you. You were silent for a moment as it didn’t seem that he had any intention of getting up to cross to the meeting room, you spoke again "Do you really not want to see her?"

“It's not that I don't want to see her, it's just that dealing with everything sometimes is so… so hard. You wouldn't understand,” he told you, his voice threatening to crack at any moment. You took a deep breath before opening your mouth to reply and the lonely hallway muffled your words, which were barely a whisper.

"What do you know about Alzheimer, Reid?" saying this, he turned a little to look at you, just in case he had misheard, but he realized that now it was you who wasn't looking at him.

"Excuse me?"

"Alzheimer" you repeated.

"Huh, it's a type of dementia that causes problems with memory, thinking, and behavior," he replied, still not quite sure why you were asking, “It is progressive, which means dementia symptoms gradually worsen over the years, and it is also the sixth leading cause of death in the United States. Live an average of eight years after symptoms become apparent, but survival can range from four to 20 years, depending on age and other health conditions. There is currently no cure."

“Have you ever lived with someone who has it?” you exclaimed and he shook his head. It was easier to look directly at you when you were the one who looked away “There are experimental treatments that reduce symptoms, but none are totally effective, appearing early in life in only about 5% to 6% of people. Although there is no defined cause, the genetic factor can affect you if you had a direct relative who suffered from early Alzheimer's” you exclaimed. He wanted to ask you why you were doing this exchange of information, but he thought it impolite to do so, so he just kept quiet "You said earlier that people tell you their secrets because you have no one to tell them to, but I'm sure it's not because that. We trust you because you are kind, understanding, but above all a good friend who we know will never judge us" you took a moment to take a deep breath again, feeling the nervousness running from the tip of your feet to your head and also to gather something of courage "I personally tell you because I am very afraid of starting to forget them"

It all clicked in Spencer's mind in a split second and he wished he was misreading things, searching your gaze so he could identify something that indicated you didn't mean what he was assuming.

"You…?” he started to say, but the question died on the tip of his tongue.

“It was my father. He was barely 35 years old when it all started, it was with the time he forgot to come to his birthday party. I remember it perfectly, he hadn't been feeling well for weeks due to the stress of work and the company decided to run all kinds of tests on him, without finding anything to worry about, so we just ignored it. But the symptoms recurred: he was disoriented, discouraged, sometimes he became aggressive with the family and forgot plans or things that we had told him. When he almost crushed one of his colleagues with a machine that he forgot that he was working, the company decided to give him a permanent break and we began to worry.

»By 36 it was already a fact that it was the beginnings of dementia. The doctors were surprised by the diagnosis because it is not very common to find the disease in patients of his age and for more explanations that we tried to find, we didn’t find any other. They prescribed a treatment that only kept him calm and it got to a point where it felt inhuman to drug him daily, and about two years after he got the diagnosis my mom decided it was better to put him in a mental hospital.

I was only fifteen years old at the time, but I already understood everything perfectly. I went to see him every day, after school, talked to him, read my homework to him, and we watched movies together, which to a certain extent made his illness feel tolerable. The worst thing at that point was that he asked me to watch the same movie as the day before or that he asked me if I was nervous about the exam I had done a week ago" you looked at the man just to make sure he was following the story, which that you verified with the way he was looking at you; fully attentive.

“Anyway, the years went by and it got more and more complicated. Sometimes a nurse had to remind her of my name and at some point my mother just gave up, probably when my father completely disowned her and started yelling all over the hospital that a woman was harassing him in her room. I continued to visit him, but when I grew up and entered the FBI academy my hours were cut down considerably, so in recent years I only went to see him once a week.

»At 42 my father no longer knew that I was his daughter, he thought that I was a nurse doing social service by keeping him company. He talked to me all the time about his family and sadly told me that neither his wife nor his daughter had been to see him for a long time, but I assured him that they had both asked me to tell him that they loved him very much and that they would go soon” silent for a moment, careful not to burst into tears, and prepared to finish the story “He died during my first year as a BAU agent. I saw his decline over the years and even at the end I think he left thinking that his family had abandoned him. I don't talk to my mother anymore, because I think she feels very guilty about me for having left me all the burden of taking care of my father. But every day I feel at peace with myself because despite how painful it was to see him, I never left him.

»Many times I cried before entering the hospital and when leaving, thinking that I had to pretend to be able to spend a moment with the person I loved the most and who was now only a ghost of what my father once was. And it was terrible to look at it and think that this was my future, even to this day. They say that reading is a good exercise to reduce risk and that's why I always carry a book wherever I go, that's why I always want to do new things and that's why I strive every day to solve our cases because I don't know when the last. I have gone to specialists who have told me that there is nothing to worry about and that, if I have it, Alzheimer's could last until I am an old woman, but even so I am afraid every day.

If I really get sick and manage to get old, the most likely thing is that I will end up in a sanatorium, but right now what is worth it are the things I do every day. I'm scared, yes, but it's worth fighting for if I can help people in this job and especially if I can live with people like you.

I know you said that I wouldn't understand, but the truth is that of all the people in this building I can assure you that I am the one who can do it best. I know that you can't bear to see her because you are afraid of ending up with her like her and that at the same time you are so worried that you take the time to write everything about your life to her. I'm probably boring you with all this stuff that you never asked me to tell you, but I just wanted to tell you how important it is that you be with your mom. And more than doing it for her, do it for you.

I would only give you one piece of advice, which you can decide to take or not: don't waste your time, Spencer. Your mother loves you very much, go and talk to her, accompany her, listen to everything she has to tell you and forgive her faults if there are any. Because you don't know about her when it may be the last time you see her, either for your health or for hers”

There was total silence. You hadn't noticed until that moment that your cheeks were already wet from crying and you still didn't dare to look at his face. No person knew that part of you, because after your father got worse you had decided not to talk about it with anyone, so you could say that you were practically giving your heart to that man bruised by the mission a few hours ago. Suddenly you thought that perhaps you had talked for too long or that for him it had no relevance and he had only stayed to listen to you because he was not rude enough to leave you talking to yourself. But while your head was drawing the wrong conclusions, something you never expected happened: Spencer extended his hands to you and wrapped you in a hug.

It only took a bit of effort to make their bodies fit perfectly and he clenched the fabric of your knitted sweater in his fists, tucking his head into the crook of your neck to allow you to lean yours against his golden hair. It was as if all the time you had been destined for that particular moment, fused in that embrace that communicated everything that words could no longer express.

He wasn't the person who loved physical contact the most, all of you had noticed that, so hugging him was totally new to you. The feeling of peace that this brought you had no comparison point and the softness of his body covered you completely.

“I had no idea,” he murmured, the sound of his voice muffled by your skin. And Spencer was being completely honest, because he didn't even imagine that you could fully understand him after having lived through such a tragic story. He had understood many things thanks to your story and he was eternally grateful that he had felt the confidence to tell him something like this, so he also thought that maybe it was his turn to be honest with you "What my mom said is true, I always talk to her about you. I tell her that you are the sweetest companion I have ever had, that you always pay attention to me, and that you make sure that I feel comfortable wherever we go. I tell her that you are strong, that I want to be half as brave as you, and I also tell her that I have never felt affection and gratitude for someone as I feel for you, because you have made these two years different from any other time in my life” his words, whispered so close to you and drenched in so much love, only intensified your tears "And as long as my conscience remains intact, I assure you that if I need to remind you of all the secrets you have told me, I will do it"

That, more than a proposal, was a declaration of pure love that promised to reach many years into the future.

"Maybe we'll even end up in the same sanitarium, you and me, huh?" you exclaimed, with a slightly joking tone "And so I will have the opportunity to know your wonders again every day"

You felt on your neck that you managed to get a smile out of him and that made you smile too. That's when he pulled away so he could look at you.

“I think that… I will go with my mother back to Nevada. I guess we both deserve it, don't you think?" he told you and you nodded with a small smile. He didn't want to leave your side, but you got up first and held out your hand to help him do the same.

“She still has enough lucidity to tell me what your favorite food is. Maybe you should eat with her on the plane” you suggested. You didn't want to rob him of any more time he could spend with his mother, so you just wished him luck and started walking in another direction.

"Y/N, before you go" he called out to you. You were already a fair distance away, but it was enough for you to still speak in a small voice. "You know you're not alone, right?"

You smiled as he looked at you with those eyes that only showed sincerity, and you wished you could encapsulate that moment for eternity.

"I know" you replied calmly "And I trust that now you know it too"

[gamerwoo]

Hyunjin: Age-Restricted (Part Sixteen)

Characters: Hyunjin x female reader (ft other skz members)

Genre/warnings: nanny!reader, ex-porn star/neighbor!hyunjin, generally inexperienced and painfully shy virgin!reader, angst but not as angsty as it's been lmao, humor, implied reader has a rough relationship w her mom, mentions of porn and sex work (minors dni!!!)

Word count: 3,386

Summary: You think it’s luck when the new family you nanny for is so stupid rich that they rent you a fancy new apartment just so you can live closer to them. You think it’s luck when the guy across the hall is the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen in your entire life and makes an effort to talk to you. But that’s just about where your luck runs out, because Hyunjin is more out of your league than you could ever imagine, and you’re just some hopeless virgin who never had good luck in the first place.

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Minho 😻🤢: soooo packing???

Minho 😻🤢: when??????

Seungmin 👹😌: i literally forgot we were even supposed to help with that lmao

Jisung 😐: did they not give you a notice yet??

Jisung 😐: actually what’s the time frame for that like when do you have to be out?

_____: i assumed they would’ve given me one already letting me know i have to be out by the end of the month but they haven’t

_____: i don’t wanna pack and then have like more time to stay here and im just living out of boxes tho ://

Christopher 🦘🧡: could you try asking the front desk?

Christopher 🦘🧡: honestly Felix hasn’t even mentioned you getting evicted

Minho 😻🤢: why would he randomly bring that up to you that’s so depressing

Christopher 🦘🧡: he asks about her. they’re friends

Christopher 🦘🧡: he’d probably want to know if i know where she’s staying

Seungmin 👹😌: can’t wait to kick out jisung!!!!! 🤗

Jisung 😐: i’ll sleep in your bathtub idc

Minho 😻🤢: he’ll live in the walls like the rat he is

Seungmin 👹😌: i’m gonna set traps

Seungmin 👹😌: if anyone hears a snap lmk

_____: let’s not kill jisung i kinda like him

Minho 😻🤢: EW

Minho 😻🤢: 🤮🤮🤮

Jisung 😐: YAAAAAAAAA !!!!!

Seungmin 👹😌: we’re kicking _____ back out actually

_____: no ur not bc im going to ask about my eviction notice and if i have to move back in with my mom i will start crying actually :’)

Seungmin 👹😌: yeah fuck that

Christopher 🦘🧡: we would never do that to you

Minho 😻🤢: absolutely not

Jisung 😐: i’m gathering we hate _____’s mom

Jisung 😐: yeah fuck ur mom we hate that bitch !!!!

You ignored the rest of the buzzing and put your phone in your pocket before venturing out of the apartment and going downstairs to the front desk. For the most part, you hadn’t really left your apartment – partly out of fear of running into Hyunjin, and partly because you didn’t have a reason to now that you didn’t have a job. Your friends had stopped by here and there – usually Jisung – to hang out but other than that, you didn’t really have much human interaction since the conversation in the hallway with your now ex-boss and Hyunjin.

You felt a little awkward as you stood in the elevator, thinking about how you had to ask about your eviction but you needed the information sooner rather than later so you could plan accordingly. You just didn’t want to feel judged. Everyone who worked at The Brooke knew you weren’t paying your own rent, so they would know you had gotten fired. It was embarrassing, but you needed the information.

As soon as the elevator doors opened to the lobby, your eyes widened and your heart jumped in your throat. You genuinely considered mashing the button to close the doors even though you knew that wouldn’t have been fast enough to stop the man waiting for the elevator from entering.

But to your surprise, he didn’t enter. Instead, he smiled softly and said, “Oh! Just who I was looking for.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Huh?”

Changbin reached out and held onto the side of the doors to keep them from closing again, chuckling, “Are you getting out or are you just going for a ride?”

You felt your cheeks get warm as you slid out of the elevator, trying to stay as far away from his body as possible. But you stayed near him once you left because apparently he was looking for you and not his best friend.

Why the fuck would Hyunjin’s best friend want to talk to you? Didn’t he know what Hyunjin did? Wouldn’t he know you’d want nothing to do with anything Hyunjin related?

“I know this is probably really strange to you,” Changbin began, stuffing his hands back into his pockets like they were while he was waiting for the elevator, “but I was wondering if maybe we could talk? I’ll buy you a coffee or whatever you want.”

-

As always, your inability to say no to people cursed you again. So you found yourself at a boujee café, sitting across from Changbin at a small table as you played with the straw in your iced drink to stare at the way the ice moved instead of making eye contact with Changbin. It was already awkward considering he was one of Hyunjin’s best friends, but on top of that, you’d never been alone with Changbin before. You were feeling all sorts of uncomfortable.

“I know you’re probably really confused. I mean, Hyunjin’s best friend asked to take you out to talk,” he chuckled. “I know you’re probably assuming I want to, like, yell at you or convince you to talk to him or whatever, right? …In all honesty, I really just wanted to hear your side of things.”

You glanced up at him, your movements with your straw stopping, “He didn’t tell you what happened?”

“No, he did. But you and I both know that sometimes he’s dramatic. That’s not to say his feelings aren’t valid, but I have a feeling that maybe there was some sort of…miscommunication for lack of a better word.”

You still weren’t buying it, furrowing your eyebrows. It didn’t matter how genuine and kind Changbin seemed when he spoke to you. 

“You’re his best friend, though. You’ll take his side.”

“Being his best friend doesn’t mean I have to blindly take his side. Like I said, Hyunjin can be dramatic sometimes, and he’s rarely dated since starting in that business. Something he never got to learn is how badly proper communication is needed in relationships when working in that industry because then shit like this happens. Plus, Kitty and I have both met you and I feel like the chances that you were using him for good sex are pretty slim. Again, not trying to invalidate how he feels. He is really upset, but I know you are, too. I just want to get to the bottom of this.”

“And do what?” you asked. “What happens when you have both sides?”

He shrugged, “That’s up to you, I guess. I could either help you fix things, or I could get you closure. Or I could just fuck off and you never have to hear from any of us again. Up to you. But really, what do you have to lose in venting to me?”

“You could tell Hyunjin everything I say.”

He chuckled, “That’s kind of the plan. He needs some perspective. He’s too upset to think straight.”

There were two ways you figured he could go about telling Hyunjin: either talk shit about you and what you said with Hyunjin and Kit later and act like you were full of bullshit, or just tell him the gist of what you’d said from your view and maybe make him feel bad. Or the latter, but it wouldn’t change anything Hyunjin thought because he was heartless and used you.

No matter how you spun it, there wasn’t much to lose. For the former: Hyunjin already hated you. For the middle: you wanted him to feel like shit and know that he hurt you. For the latter: it didn’t matter anyway.

Your toxic trait of hoping Hyunjin would feel like shit knowing how he made you feel won, so you ultimately broke.

You started with him showing up at the house to bring you lunch, which Changbin was already aware of. But that was all he told you, and then he let you keep talking. You said how he suddenly wanted to take things slow out of nowhere, saying all these things that just seemed like he didn’t want the relationship to go anywhere. He liked how things were, but all things were, were just physically intimate. Sure, he acted like a boyfriend but he apparently didn’t want the title. It made it seem like he wanted to try and fuck you but without any of the strings. It made it seem like you were just someone for him to corrupt because he was into that, but when you wanted more than just learning new things in the bedroom, he wanted to put the brakes on. It was suspicious, and even Changbin agreed it came off that way.

Then you mentioned how Jisung had blurted the whole porn star thing. You had no idea until Jisung was face-to-face with Hyunjin and recognized him, and he just said it without realizing you had no idea. You were confused as to who Jin was and didn’t know until, again, Jisung accidentally elaborated. Come to find out all your friends knew and wanted to keep it a secret because not only did they think it was up to Hyunjin to tell you, but they didn’t want to tell you and potentially put a strain on a relationship that you were already so happy about.

“Sounds like your friends need to start telling Jisung things more,” Changbin chuckled, but that was really all he had to say about that.

Then Hyunjin dumped you out of nowhere. You kind of saw it coming considering he said he wanted to take things slow, and that gave you a bad feeling anyway. But he did it without any explanation. Everything was vague and, again, made it seem like he was using you. Saying he wasn’t the right guy for you and didn’t want to string you along anymore.

Changbin just sighed and nodded, looking down at his drink, “Yeah, he kind sucks with words sometimes…”

You told him how you stayed with Chan for a while. You called out of work and went back to your old place to avoid being alone and also any chance of seeing Hyunjin. You definitely weren’t doing great considering this was your first major relationship even if there was no title to it, but you experienced the most serious firsts with Hyunjin, so naturally, you were taking things hard. Changbin seemed to get that. 

There wasn’t much to talk about other than you sulking over him even though you felt like you shouldn’t because he used you – Changbin had yet to confirm or deny that theory, though. He mostly just listened and gave minimal input – none of it having to do with Hyunjin. 

Then you got to Friday night where Hyunjin accused you of knowing he was a porn star the whole time and just using him to lose your virginity in the most perfect way possible.

“I know I said what I said, and I think he heard it,” you explained, “but I was honestly just trying to say something to stop crying about the situation.”

You gave a sad laugh and shook your head, looking around the coffee shop to avoid looking in Changbin’s eyes for too long. It wasn’t like he was studying you or scrutinizing you. He was just watching with soft eyes, letting you know he was listening as he nodded or hummed occasionally. But it was still too much to consistently look at him when you spoke.

“It was mostly just a coping mechanism more than anything. It was all just a joke, but he obviously didn’t hear it in that context. So he knocked on the door and called me out, but I was too drunk and taken off-guard to even remember what was said before he showed up. I wouldn’t have even considered that he would’ve heard the conversation. So because I didn’t have an explanation, it definitely seemed like I meant what I said and just didn’t want to own up to it. So…he…called me…-”

“I know what he called you,” Changbin cut you off, seeing you were uncomfortable repeating the insult. “You don’t have to repeat it.”

“Yeah…” you nodded awkwardly before taking in a deep breath. “Anyway, he said that and left. And then a couple days later, one of my bosses – er, ex-bosses – showed up.”

Changbin seemed surprised that you said ‘ex-boss’ but he didn’t say anything and let you continue talking.

You told him about the conversation with Mrs. Park and how you originally wanted to get an apartment on a different floor, but how she had started talking poorly about sex workers and you didn’t stand for it. 

“So you stood up for him?” he asked.

You shrugged, “I guess. Just because he was shitty to me doesn’t mean I’d use him being an ex-porn star as ammo. I’m low enough to let Minho say he has a small dick if he wants to but I’m not gonna say he’s subhuman or something.”

Changbin also seemed surprised by this, but again, stayed silent. Only nodded slowly and let you continue.

You told him how Hyunjin was listening in again and told you not to quit because of him, but you were saying it wasn’t because of him and it was because of your own morals. You explained how you didn’t want to work directly under someone so close-minded, and you reminded Hyunjin you weren’t dating anyway so it didn’t matter.

“And…yeah,” you breathed. “That’s basically it.”

Changbin nodded silently for a moment longer before he finally broke out into a chuckle, shaking his head, “Jesus Christ, this all makes so much more sense now.”

“What does that mean?” you wondered.

“It means…” he hesitated for a second, choosing his words as he looked down at his drink before meeting your eyes again, “I’m hoping you’ll talk to him. I’m not going to persuade you to or anything, but I’ll say that if you’re interested in attempting to fix things with him, I’d be willing to set something up. And you don’t have to answer right now or even today. Just let me know whenever.”

Part of you still wanted Hyunjin. You wanted him to want you and you wanted to still think he was the perfect person that you had thought before he said he wanted to take things slow out of nowhere. But the other part of you hated him because you knew he wasn’t perfect. You felt used and betrayed, and you were still hurt. Part of you still didn’t want to see him at all.

But since you didn’t have to give him an answer either way yet, you just nodded and said, “Okay.”

-

Changbin walked back with you to The Brooke. Not only because he wanted to be a gentleman and make sure you got home safe, he told you, but also because Felix apparently had brownies waiting for him.

“I promised Kit and Hyun I’d pick ‘em up,” he explained.

So he went back inside with you, going up to the front desk. You still needed your eviction information, after all.

Felix seemed to be working the desk while Jihoon was standing off toward the side at one of the computers, teaching Hanni something. Ten stood off to the left gathering someone’s luggage onto a cart, but the person was nowhere to be seen. They had probably already gone up to their room. So it was you, Changbin, Ten, Felix, Jihoon, and Hanni in the lobby together.

Felix seemed confused watching you and Changbin approach the desk together, “Is everything–?”

“I’m here for the brownies,” Changbin quickly cut him off. “Kitty had another shoot today so she’s really looking forward to them.”

Felix reached under the desk and pulled out a clear tupperware, placing them on the counter and sliding them over to Changbin with a smile, “Hope she’s feeling alright after.”

“These’ll fix her right up,” Changbin promised with a smile of his own.

As Changbin took the brownies, Felix turned to you and asked in a quiet voice, “How’ve you been doing, by the way? You feeling alright?”

“You found out he’s a sex demon, huh?” Ten grinned evilly from the corner before you could even answer Felix.

You just stared at him, “Huh?”

Changbin rolled his eyes and muttered to you, “Just ignore him. We all try to.”

You looked back to Felix and took a deep breath, placing your arms across each other on the counter, “Actually, I wanted to ask if you had my eviction notice?”

Felix’s eyes went wide, “Your what?”

“I kinda quit my job, and they were paying for the apartment and everything, and I can’t really afford to stay here, so… Yeah, that kinda means eviction, and I need to know when I have to be out by so I can pack. I didn’t really want to pack and then live out of boxes for however long, y’know?”

Suddenly, Felix’s demeanor shifted. He licked his lips and shifted his weight, eyes glancing toward Changbin and then down at the counter, “Um, I don’t think I know anything about that… Yeah, nobody told me anything about an eviction, so…yeah.”

Your eyes narrowed, “Why do I feel like you do know about it?”

Obviously hearing the conversation, Jihoon stepped away from Hanni’s side to come over and help, “_____, you’re in 805, correct?”

“Yup,” you nodded.

“Your payment was switched over.”

Your eyes widened and your brows furrowed. Payment switched? How? When? Why?

“To who?” you asked. “Who the hell is affording that? I swear to god, if this was Christopher…”

“They did actually ask to stay anonymous,” Jihoon informed you. “I can’t confirm or deny who it was. I’m sorry. But it does mean that there will be no eviction notice.”

“I know you think that’s good news, but I’m actually more stressed now,” you admitted with a slightly annoyed laugh. “Please, can’t you tell me who it is? I mean, it’s my apartment. I deserve to know who’s paying my rent. It’s actually kind of uncomfortable living somewhere where someone else is paying for it and I don’t even know who it is.”

“Since there hasn’t really been any sort of situation like this before, there’s no policy in place stating we have to give you that information,” he explained as politely as he could. “I know it’s probably confusing for you, but–”

“I found it!”

All eyes went to Hanni from where she stood at the computer, proudly smiling, “The bill goes to Mr. Hwang Hyunjin in room 806!”

Felix slapped his forehead, Jihoon let out a groan as he dropped his head, and Ten started giggling wildly in the back. Clearly, she wasn’t listening while Jihoon was explaining that there was no policy in place that they had to tell you, but you were kind of glad the new girl wasn’t paying attention.

“You weren’t supposed to tell her,” Jihoon sighed, clearly trying to keep some sort of patience with Hanni.

Her face quickly fell, realizing her mistake, “I just wanted to prove I could use the computer…”

You couldn’t even focus on her getting punished for her mistake, though.

“What?” you asked sharply.

Felix looked to Changbin for help, but Changbin was lost.

You glared between the pair, “Did you know about this?”

Changbin held his hands up in surrender, “I’m just finding out about it. I’m just as shocked as you are, honestly.”

Felix, however, looked away as the tips of his ears turned red, “M-maybe I kinda knew… But in my defense, I just work here.”

You took in a deep breath and held it for a few seconds, trying to calm down. After you let it out through your nose, you looked to Felix and asked, “Can I have a pen and some paper?”

Felix quickly grabbed a pen from the desk and searched for a pad of lined paper. When he found it, he handed both to you, and the two boys watched as you quickly scribbled down something. Then you tore the paper away, folded it up, and handed it to Changbin.

“Can you give this to him,” you asked.

“Will do,” he promised, taking it from you and keeping it in his hand.

Without another word, you stormed away from the front desk and over to the elevators, leaving Changbin and Felix to look at each other. While Felix looked scared, Changbin seemed relatively neutral. Felix was worried that the relationship had no shot at being fixed, while Changbin had already accepted that whatever happened, happened.

Felix eyed the note, “Are you gonna look at it?”

“Nope,” he replied. “I’m just gonna give it to him and see what happens.”

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Say you love me (Neteyam X OC!Na’vi) Chapter 18

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Pairing (Neteyam X Original Metkayina Female Character)

Synopsis: follow Luaewe as her world literally gets turned upside down with new na’vi joining her village. Never having to face many obstacles besides finding her way back home. How will she be able to handle the constant jealousy she's faced with and an unwanted love triangle. Disclaimer: All characters in this fic have been aged up for the convenience of storytelling and to match the aging system up with both Pandora and Earth

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OC Luaewe-22 Neteyam-23 Kiri-23 Lo'ak-21 Ao'nung-23 Tsireya-21

Warnings: Smut, Thigh fucking, P in V, Marking, Heavy impreg talk, Breeding kink, Creampie (let me know if I missed anything else)

I awoke bright and early along with the Sully family. 'Teyam and I said goodbye to my mother with her of course not sparing me the kisses. Even Neteyam got smothered in some. This trip was originally supposed to be us two but it quickly turned into a family trip. Was Neteyam happy about that? Nope. Not one bit but he eventually got over it. I on the other hand was excited regardless I never traveled that far before.

Travels like that were only meant for the traders of the clan. “Are you sure you packed everything?” I heard Reya ask as we approached the others by the ikran. “Of course I did! I even packed extra for you.” Lo’ak answered back while giving his ikran a pet. She was tagging along too her mother insisted it was the right thing to do and Lo’ak didn’t want to leave her alone. 

“Why do I have the feeling they will be bickering the whole travel?” Neteyam whispered in my ear as we approached his ikran. I chuckled and looked up at him. “ because it’s highly likely that it’s going to happen, but I’m sure if you fly fast enough we won’t hear it.” I winked at him causing him to smirk at me. He leaned down and kissed my lips. 

I felt his hand caress my face as he deepened it. “Ma teyam did you drink the tea this morning?” I asked in between kisses. He pulled apart resting his forehead on mine. “Yeah…I did…maybe we should have made this trip sooner.” He said in a worried tone. 

I tossed the items my mom requested for me to bring on his ikran and cupped his face. “You'll be fine… if you feel like you need to take a break do it. Don’t push yourself harder than you need to.” He nodded his head placing one last kiss on my lips.

“OK, love birds, are you guys done sucking face so we can fly out?” I heard Jake call out as he finished loading everything up. I heard Neteyam groan pulling away fully reaching to secure the sack I placed on top. 

I chuckled and quickly placed my hand on his. gesturing for him to check if the saddle and everything else were secured. I looked over at Kiri as she talked with Spider who sat in front of her. I still have yet to have a proper conversation with him… every time I try to it’s like he avoids me as if I were ill.  I shook my head turning back to the ikran that was staring me down. I gave him a pat on the head only for him to blow air through his nose at me nudging while against my hand. “ you ready for the ride big guy?” His face changed making me raise a brow confused by his reaction, but he quickly licked a long strip on my cheek. I groaned and patted his head. 

“Yup-yup, I love you too.” I walked off wiping all the slobber away and shook my head that dude needs to work on expressing his feelings in another way. I climbed on top and sat towards the front in my normal spot. I can’t believe I would be going to the forest…. Let alone meeting his grandmother. I felt his eyes lingering from behind me causing me to look and sure enough he was. 

We didn’t have much time and every second we spent here the less time we had to make it there before his rut. “OK, is everyone ready?” I asked shaking the worriedness from my voice. I gestured to 'Teyam to get on and he followed. “All set!” Jake called out. Before I could even reply back I felt 'Teyam wrap his arm around me tightly inching closer to me. “You know the drill hold on tight.” I gripped the leather strap and he took flight. 

I gasped feeling the wind rush past my face as the ikran screeched out. No matter how many times I fly with him it never gets old. 

Jake took his position leading us in the front while Neteyam followed closely behind. Ever so often I could hear their voices communicating their next move or to ask questions. The technology was all new to me. Neteyam didn’t wear the device often but I guess since we are going to the forest it’s necessary.

I wonder if they use it because you can’t hear anyone when flying and it’s not like us, the Metkayina, where we have sign language….

My mind was filled with so many questions. Sure I’ve wondered how different clans lived their life but it just dawned upon me that the Omaticaya use many forms of human technology… 

My mind was like this for hours new thoughts popped in. Questioning many different things it wasn’t until I felt a drastic shift in our direction that I realized we were making our first stop. 

He landed the ikran and got off. Holding a hand out to assist me, I smiled and thanked him with a kiss causing him to smirk. 

“Gosh, I have to pee!” I hear Reya say as she practically runs off somewhere. I chuckled and looked over to Kiri and Spider. I locked eyes with Spider and I saw nothing but fear in his eyes. Even though I was waving and smiling at the pair. I bit my lip and turned back to Neteyam who was looking at me with a confused face. 

“What's wrong?” He asked I shook my head reaching for the snack bag and pulling out some dried fish. “It's nothing.” I looked up and smiled at him only for him to caress my cheek. He leaned down moving closer to my lips, when I suddenly I heard a crunch. I opened my eyes to find this man chewing on my damn fish. 

“You little-“ he abruptly kissed my lips and started running away. “ I’m gonna get you once we get to the forest, you fish thief!” I yelled out. I huffed and ate the remains fish in my hand and walked over to Lo’ak who was stretching his legs out. 

“How was the ride so far?” I asked he scoffed and smirked. “ I’m sure you can guess what it was like Luaewe.” I chuckled and shook my head. 

“Well, it’s almost eclipse she will go to sleep soon, and the crankiness will wear off.” He smiled slightly and looked away for a short moment. “ I don’t suppose you have something that will help with nausea?” I smiled and patted his shoulder. 

“And who would I be if I wasn’t prepared for everyone? Come I’ll give you a couple of things to give her.” He let out a sigh of relief and quickly walked over with me. 

I undid the knot on the satchel that held all my medicine and took out some candy I made. “These should help.” He raised a brow. “You sure, because it just looks like candy to me.” 

I chuckled. “It is candy, I made it. I figured we wouldn’t have time to sit and brew tea and all that extra stuff…well you guys might but Neteyam and I don’t.” 

He hummed.” You know that’s a really smart idea. I never seen something like this.” I smiled and thanked him. He looked off again and scratched the back of his head causing me to raise my brow. 

Is there something else wrong? Why is he acting like this? Normally he’s cracking jokes or goofing around or something. “OK, what's going on? This.” I moved my hands in a circular motion. “ is making me worried.” 

“ I- shit…. You know this is really awkward to talk about especially considering you’re my brother's mate and now my sister...” I huffed and placed my hands on my hips.  What the hell is he trying to say? And why is it so hard? “Lo'ak?” He looked at me directly. “ Just say it.”

I chuckled, causing him to smile. “How did you know you were in love… what did it feel like?” I blinked slowly, completely stunned by the question. 

“Wow ok, I wasn’t expecting that um…. Well ha….At first, I was extremely conflicted due to some stuff that happened in my past… I don’t think there was a specific incident that made me love him, it was really everything combined. Like sure when you like someone you feel a pull or whatever but every second I wasn’t with him felt emptiness… when he held me even at the most awkward times.” I chuckled and looked off into the distance. “ It's like this warmth engulfed me and I’m not talking about body heat. I could literally feel his love. I don’t know, it's hard to explain but when you know you know.” 

I looked back at him only to find him in a transfixed state. As if he were thinking really hard. It wasn’t until Reya called out to him that he snapped out of it. We don’t have deep conversations together but I could tell he was going through something.

I felt arms wrap around me from the back and I smiled leaning into his chest. He placed a kiss on my forehead and hummed. “ Where did you run off to fish stealer?” He looked down and chuckled. 

“ I had to handle some business before we headed back out.” I raised a brow in confusion. I mean if he had to use the bathroom he could of ju- ooooooooh. I turned around and he tilted his head. 

“ Why didn’t you ask? I would've helped.” I said lowly. He smiled and gently grazed his thumb against my cheek. “Ma orae if I did that I definitely would have not been able to hold back and would have pushed myself into an early rut.” I pouted but accepted his words. That’s the last thing either of us want. “You're right.....well, did you at least get the satisfaction you needed?” He laughed out and gently ran his hands up and down my back only for him to firmly grasp my ass making me gasp out in shock. “‘'Teyam, your family is right there!” I whispered, yelled, looking around quickly to make sure no one was watching 

He lowered his face to my ear and playfully nipped it.“Shh, it's not like they would notice.” Of course they would you’re literally gripping my ass in broad daylight gosh I hope Tuk isn’t looking over here!

“It was enough, but I would have preferred that tight little pussy you have.” I playfully swatted his arm causing him to chuckle moving his head away. “You can be touchy all you want but you better keep that mouth in check!” I pointed my finger at him and furrowed my brows. 

“OK, I’ll keep it in check. Wouldn’t want to accidentally turn you on, or we would be stuck here for days and I probably would end up with a broken arm again.” 

Too late for that ‘'Teyam, and I’m sure he can tell because that damn smirk on his face is staying put. He leaned down kissing my lips. I felt his hands starting to grope my ass as he tried to deepen the kiss. I pulled away quickly and pushed his chest away. He looked at me as if I had betrayed him but quickly came back to his senses. “Shit, I’m sorry.” He pulled back fully and let out a frustrated sigh. 

I shook my head and gave his arm a squeeze. “It's okay, that’s why I’m here to keep you in check.” I said trying to lighten the mood, he let out a soft chuckle and nodded his head. “We should head back out. I’m not sure if everyone else is ready but we gotta go.” He said while looking around. 

He pressed his fingers on the device and spoke. “Me and Luaewe are gonna head out first.”  I watched as Jake popped his head up from whatever he was doing. “OK, we will meet at the third stop.” 

I reached back into the back and took out another piece of dried fish. I was just standing there watching them both communicate but I had no clue what they were saying. I felt Neteyam’s hand graze my lower back. 

I turn away from the bag making sure to close it and look up while taking a bite of the fish. He chuckled and leaned down. I instinctively moved away having a feeling he would take another bite from me but he held me in place and kissed my forehead.

“Come on, my pretty girl it’s time to go.” Heat suddenly rose to my face causing me to look away. But I quickly grabbed the saddle and hopped up. He positioned himself behind me swiftly connecting his kuru. He wrapped his arm around my midsection and before I knew it we were off in the air again. 

I have no clue when the next stop will be maybe hours from now well into Eclipse. I bit my lip feeling him reposition himself behind me as we leveled out in the air. Gosh, this was going to be a difficult ride. I mean I knew it was but shit his fucking dick is pressed up against my ass and it’s taking everything in me not to reach back and grab it. 

But the last thing I want is for us to crash into the ocean……this is gonna be a long trip. 

-

“OK, we will camp here for tonight leave out early morning and meet up with everyone at the third stop.” I hum as he helps me back off the ikran. 

“How many more stops till we get there?” He walked over to the bags and took some off. “maybe two more, it all depends on the weather really.” 

I smile and fold my hands together. That’s awesome we’ll I’m sure the weather won-“ the sound of thunder crashed interrupting me. “Well shit.” He chuckled as I looked up to see if there were any rain clouds. 

I quickly walked over to him and took some of the bags. “Will those be alright in the rain I’m not sure how your material holds up?” We moved under a tree and set everything down. “Yeah, it's made out of leather and we waterproofed it…. It would be ideal if we found a cave if it’s going to rain but we will have to make do with this tree.” He said fiddling with something in the bags. I tried to help but he told me to just sit so I did. 

If I knew one thing about Neteyam it’s that if he tells you he’s got it and doesn’t need help he doesn’t. Well until you hear cursing or a loud noise. I watched as he strung up the material that would keep us dry.  

I shook my head subtly walking back over to him and went into the bag taking out the blanket we would sleep on. I heard his playful scoff from behind me and I smiled. He should have known I wouldn’t stay put. I jolted up feeling a sudden wetness on my back. “Looks like we landed just in time.” He said while quietly moving the other bags under the material. I hummed and sat down watching the rain hit the sand. “ I should have known not to jinx the weather.” I lightly chuckle as I feel him pull me closer and wrap his arms around my waist. 

“It's fine, at least we get to enjoy the rain together…. You know I just realized this is the first time since mating  we will sleep alone.” I smiled and rested my head against his chest. 

“You're right… it’s weird not having Tuk trying to infiltrate our cuddle time or my mom waking us up.” I shook my head. I’ll never forget the day when Neteyam and I were about to have our afternoon nap. Anyone walking by would think we were about to have sex with how intense we kiss before we sleep. 

But that didn’t matter to Tuk. She ran into our area and jumped on us complaining how it was unfair we didn’t spend time with her as much as we do with each other. 

“Mhm, we are finally alone. Maybe when we get back our marui will be finished hopefully not though. It’s my duty- well back in my clan once mated the male or one who initiated creates the hammock or   marui as you guys call it.” 

I raised a brow confused do they not sleep in marui’s like us. “ wait so how do you guys sleep?” 

“ in hammocks. There are individual ones, then ones for couples, and lastly the family ones but after moving to the mountains because of the war… we had to set up tents you can still sleep in the hammocks inside or sleep on the floor…. It’s kinda complicated you’ll see when we get there.” I hummed and moved forward reaching for some fruit. 

“ I’m excited especially since you guys really talk up the forest.” He chuckled while placing a kiss on top of my head. 

“ because it deserves to be talked up!” He held his hand out and I placed some of the fruit in his hand willingly. “ you think Sa'nok will make some porridge for me?” He let out a laugh and I looked up with a serious face. “ I’m serious! You said it was better so now that I’ll be there I can’t leave without tasting it!”

“You'll get your porridge don’t worry… and the other delicious foods,” I closed my eyes and hummed. That’s another thing I had no clue about. The types of food they ate… 

I felt his face dip against my neck lightly nipping at my skin. “Why do you have to smell so good ma Orae?” He grunted against me. I bit my lip feeling his dick press against my back. “ I don’t know why this time around is so hard for me but shit!” I felt him squeeze my hips trying to lift me up but continued to restrain himself. 

“Let me help you-“ I said trying to turn around he lowly hissed warning me to stay put. “Luaewe, you know we can’t.” He strained. 

“But it’s hurting you! I can’t stand seeing you this way, 'Teyam. You don’t have to put it in. I can jerk you off or you can put it in between my legs.”  

He nipped my neck again as his hand slid around to the front forcefully cupping my pussy. My breath shuddered at his fingers grazing my clothed clit.

He let out a deep chuckle against the back of my neck but cursed as I touched his thigh. I was still wet from earlier. It’s probably what’s driving him to behave like this. Gosh, I feel so bad! And the fact that I can’t even help. “My hand isn’t even fully touching your pussy and I can feel how wet it is.” 

He playfully tapped against my clit causing me to jolt back in surprise. “What I would do to be inside you right now… feeling that tight hole squeeze me as I fill you up with my cum.”  I let out a whimper as he continued to speak in my ear. 

Fuck I don’t remember him talking this dirty before. I let a moan slip from my mouth and I could feel him smirk against me. “But this will have to do. Lay down for me sweetie.” He patted my thighs letting me know what he decided and I followed his instructions. 

I laid down on my side with my thighs pressed together looking back waiting for him to move closer to me. He looked at my ass hungrily grabbing it with his hand. Even with hands as big as his some of it flowed out between his fingers. 

He chuckled lowly moving his hands up my hips speedily undoing my tweng. His chest pressed up against my back causing me to lean into him. He dipped his face back into the crevice of my neck and let out a deep growl. “You smell so good.” His fingers found their way to my folds massaging my entrance. I let out an airy moan reaching back to hold his forearm. “So wet for me. Fuck I just want to be in you!” 

You and me both! “Please?” I let go of his arm reaching back further for his cock that was pressed between my ass. “ I don’t want your fingers. Put it between my legs ''Teyam.” I gave up trying not to sound desperate right now. I wanted my mate and I couldn’t even have him the way I wanted.

He moaned as I gripped the base of his cock as I lifted my leg up slightly. “mmmm.” I bit back my moan as I rolled my hips back into him. Setting him in place nestled snugly between my folds.  He forcefully grabbed my face detaching his lips from my now abused neck and latching them onto my lips. 

He started moving slowly at first. Almost antagonizingly slow. Even in his horny pre-rut filled brain he still had it in him to torture me. But that all came to an end very quickly. His hand caressed my body spending extra time on my breast. When suddenly he sped up out of nowhere causing me to jolt forward with the increase in stimulation. 

“ ssshit!” I moaned out while gripping his arm once again as he pulled me back holding me still. “I’m not even in you and you’re running?” He scoffed “How is my mate supposed to tend to me when she can’t even take my cock rubbing up against their tight little pussy huh?”

He lowered his hand to my clit rubbing it ferociously. I gasped, feeling an orgasm fast approaching but he switched up the pace on purpose. “Please please please please please-“ I choked out begging for him to make me cum but he refused. He pulled his hand away gripping my breast again. 

“Fuck, I love these! And your fucking ass. I wonder how big they’ll get when you swell with my child.”  It’s just his pre-rut talking. It’s just his pre-rut talking. I chanted to myself trying to rationalize his words. He leaned down kissing me once again quickly deepening it. “Please let me cum.” I begged against his lips. 

He smirked moving to my ear. “You wanna cum? Yet my cock isn’t in you? You think I’ll let you do that?” I whined getting frustrated with this game! “All you have to do is-“

“Just fuck me already damn it!”  I shouted out fed up with all this teasing and non fucking. Maybe I’m out of my mind maybe I’m just fucking horny but if he cheats me out of another orgasm I will lose it! 

I felt him smirk pulling back slightly and slowly pushing into me. “Yes yes yes yes!” I chanted as the swell of his cock stretched me. His lustful moans filled my ears as he settled deeply into me. I gasped, feeling our Kuru’s connection. I didn’t even feel him touch mine. 

He moved slowly trying not to hurt me but he could tell I was fine and quickly picked up pace. The sounds of our skin hitting and the sound of my squelching pussy overpowered the downpour that was upon us. Thank Eywa we were alone or else this would be an embarrassing thing to happen with everyone there.  Though his speed picked up his strokes were deep and with the curve of his cock it almost felt like it was intentional. 

“T- 'Teyam, you're too deep!”  His hand went back to my breast rolling my nipple in between his fingertips. I moaned out arching my back from the new stimulation. He chuckled sinisterly knowing exactly what he was doing. 

“You're mine.” He nipped my ear with his teeth “If your breasts are this sensitive now just imagine what they’d feel like full of milk.” His stroke grew deeper, more aggressive. I cried out feeling him grow larger. How is that even possible? “Fuck ‘'Teyam please you’re too-“ 

He growled tightening his hold on me refusing to let go. “ I’m gonna fucking breed you! I’m gonna get you pregnant muntxate.” My pussy clenched vigorously around him causing him to chuckle. “You like that huh? You like when I say I’m gonna get you pregnant hm?” 

His hand moved to my belly causing me to gasp. “ I’m gonna love watching you waddle around the village parading that round belly. Having it be a physical example of what I did to you.”  He said while caressing my belly as if a bump were already there 

He bit down onto my shoulder pushing me right over the edge. He held me tight as a scream of pure pleasure ripped through my throat. My body convulsed from how intense the orgasm hit me. But despite how forceful it was he continued to rut into me as his knot began to swell. I couldn't help but get turned on even more. Knowing the risk of us already performing tsaheylu. If he were to knot me, I would for sure get pregnant.  

He bit down harder as his cock twitched inside of me spurting his hot cum against my cervix. I can only imagine what it feels like to be stuffed with his knot. 

I reached placing my hand on his thigh and rubbing it as he came down from his high. His soft lips peppered my neck with kisses causing me to smile. “Fuck.” He breathed out, “I- I'm sorry, my love…… I got carried away shit.” I shook my head while attempting to look back. 

“It's okay, you're alright right?” 

“Mhm,” he said lowly while dipping his face in my neck still trying to calm his breathing.  I reached back brushing the braids out of his face. “Then everything is fine and you feel relieved no?” He nodded his head and I smiled. 

“Then there’s no need to worry ‘'Teyam.”I tried to pull away to fully check out his arm but instead, he tightened his hold around my waist. I chuckled while tapping his hand. 

“Alright big guy, let me go I need to properly check your arm.” He groaned and I couldn’t help but let out a little laugh at his antics.  But my laughter was quickly replaced by a shudder of my breath as he pulled out of me causing the cum to rush out of me. 

“Gosh!” It felt almost erotic feeling the warmth of his seed run out of me and onto my inner thigh. I looked back to see his glistening cock slowly relax and knot fully deflate. I sat up with him following suit and reached for his arm. 

Unlike Ronal, I wouldn’t be able to tell the healing status when most of it had healed already but I can’t tell if it’s broken. I felt around for anything out of place and listened to him for any small sounds to slip from him. But there was nothing everything was fine. I looked up and smiled while letting his arm down, “Nothing is broken.” I said softly 

He reached up to caress my face and pulled me in for a kiss. “Thank you.” I giggled against his lips and patted his thigh. 

“It’s my duty.” I squealed as he pulled me into his lap and laid down. “ ‘Teyam! We have to wash up.” I whined only for him to shush me. 

I let out a groan and laid my head on his chest accepting defeat. His cum is gonna get all crusty! “You're gonna be the one scrubbing your cum off of me!” Laughter erupted from his chest 

He cupped my ass while sitting back up. Good because I didn’t want to deal with that in the morning. “You just won’t let me enjoy my muntxate huh?” He said while standing up still holding onto me. 

“You must want a crusted-up muntxate then if you thought I would just let you let me lay there! Skin as smooth as mine takes care!” He shook his head playfully and scoffed. 

 I felt him playfully tap my ass, “alright, let's make it quick then”. He looked out from under the material keeping us dry and hummed. “It looks like the rain slowed down but we should still make it quick. 

“Are you gonna put me down?” I asked while tilting my head he smirked. “No, this is payment for not letting me lay down with you.” I groaned playfully but I enjoyed it when he carried me. To him, I practically weighed nothing. I leaned that quickly from how many times he scooped me up and placed me in his lap. 

I smiled and shook my head as I pushed my face into his neck. “Nga yawne lu oer“ 

“ I love you too,” he says.  I tried to shove my face deeper and he chuckled. The rest of the night was spent with us bathing and playing around in the water longer than we should have but we eventually got out and went back to ‘camp’ as Neteyam called it. 

I was cuddled up against his warm chest with his arms wrapped around me. I listened to his heartbeat while the sounds of light rainfall could be heard in the back. I gasped while closing my eyes feeling the connection of our kurus. 

His hand grazed my back as he placed a kiss on my forehead. “Sleep Ma Oare, I’m not going anywhere.”  He said in a low tired voice. I continued to listen as the sound of his heart beating turned into a trance….

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My Borrowed Son | 36 | Reunited

Chapter Thirty-Six | Reunited

Lyn felt her heart racing but forced herself to walk slowly down each individual step as if nothing was amiss. She could hear her sister complaining loudly that the lid to her cage had been left open and that a “treat” she’d left in there was missing. Lyn’s insides twisted knowing that she was referring to Parker, but she choked it down.

Besides, she had a plan for her ruthless sister anyway. She was prepped and ready for it. As soon as Lyn entered the kitchen, the smell of marinara sauce wafting through the air and simmering meatballs in the crock pot, Rachel turned her bitter gaze onto her sister.

“You! Did you go in my room and mess with my cage?” Rachel demanded. “It had to be you!”

Lyn gave a shrug and washed her hands in the nearby sink before glancing over her shoulder at her sister.

“I did go into your room earlier because my Switch was missing and saw your animal cage was open,” said Lyn. It was true. She’d gone in there earlier because Rachel had a bad habit of taking her things when she was grounded from her own. “And I also saw your live bait box and the little critters you’ve been feeding that lizard of yours.”

Their parents, who were working together to prepare dinner, turned in sync toward Rachel, who was completely pale as the blood drained from her face.

“Y-you… you have no right coming into my room!” Rachel spat.

“And you have no right taking my things and using live bate to feed that thing. I saw the legs in there, Rachel. That’s sick and twisted – tormenting animals to death with that thing,” Lyn shot back.

“Both of you, settle down,” instructed their father. “Lyn, did you find your Switch in Rachel’s room?”

“Yes sir,” she replied.

“Liar!”

“Why would I lie about that? It was under your mattress by the footboard. I took a picture and everything,” said Lyn as she pulled out her phone and pulled up the picture with the time stamp.

“It’s… it’s just… it’s not fair! My Switch is the only time I get to spend with my friends,” argued Rachel.

“And you’re punishment for skipping school last week on Wednesday because you had a test was a direct repercussion of your action. Rachel, we’ve talked about this,” sighed their mother.

“Mom, I didn’t skip school,” Rachel insisted.

“Oh? Rachel, it’s on the school cameras and your teachers taking attendance,” said their dad as he joined them at the kitchen island. “What do we say? Honesty is the best policy. If you’re big enough to do it, own it. We wouldn’t have these discussions as often as we do if you were forthright. So, be honest. Have you been giving your lizard live creatures again? And did you take Lyn’s Switch knowing it was taken away as punishment?”

“I… but… she…” Rachel’s sputtering earned a headshake and a sigh from both of her parents. It was their mother who snagged Rachel by the arm and guided her into the living room where Lyn knew her sister was about to get another lecture.

Her father sighed and sat heavily into the chair at the island. He was obviously trying to cobble together the right words that would encourage Rachel to be a more “upstanding citizen.” It was the perfect opportunity for Lyn to jump in.

“Um… dad?”

“Yes?” He looked at his daughter with exhausted eyes. It was obvious this was the last thing that he wanted to be dealing with after a long day of work.

“Sorry, I wasn’t going to bring it up in a group setting,” stated Lyn. “I was going to tell you and mom after dinner.”

“No, it’s alright. We need to handle this sooner than later. Thank you for being honest with me,” her father said. It made Lyn cringe internally as she knew she was about to cover part of the truth with what she was about to say. Her father went to stand and join her mother in the living room when Lyn seized the opportunity.

“And, actually, I wanted to ask if I could ask a quick favor,” stated Lyn. Her dad’s prompting look told her to keep it brief so he could join Lyn’s mother in the living room. “Well, remember Parker? My classmate? We’re working on a project together and part of the project is building a model about hearing sounds in outer space. We have to test a homemade vacuum chamber thing. I’ve built my part of it and Parker needs to test it.”

“Oh, that’s interesting. I mean, you already know about no sound being in space,” her father said.

“Yeah, but we’re testing the best supplies to make your own space vacuum and which ones best simulate lack of sound in space,” pointed out Lyn. “Anyway, since Parker is a bit… fragile… I can’t give it to him at school. And I can’t just send everything via mail because it might damage our project. So… would it be okay if his mom stopped by and picked up the supplies? She’s on her way home from work and would only be in for a minute. Promise.”

Her father gave her a keen look as his mind processed the request.

“It is a bit odd to have her come over so late, but I don’t see the issue with it. Make sure she knows the passcode for the main gate,” agreed her father. Lyn breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

“Yes sir,” she said. “I’ve got everything together pretty much, so I’ll finish up making dinner here.”

“Is Parker coming with her? If we get this… situation… handled, we could invite the two of them for dinner,” suggested her father. Lyn grinned to herself as she thought about her parents’ reaction to seeing Parker in her room, let alone his size, but shook her head.

“No, probably not. He’s been really busy working on some independent projects and stuff like that, so he’s probably neck deep in it. Plus, his mom is coming from work. She’s probably anxious to get home. But maybe I can extend the invite? If that’s okay?” Lyn suggested.

“That sounds like a pleasant idea. I keep hearing about this Parker kid. About time I shook his hand and see if he’s as big and great as his reputation which you keep praising,” said her father before pushing himself up and bracing himself for what waited for him in the living room. Already, Lyn could hear raised voices.

You have no idea the irony of that statement. At least Parker is that big in spirit.

With that, Lyn was left alone to help finish dinner preparations while her father retreated to the living area to assist her mother. Lyn did feel a bit bad that her sister was entering her rebellious phase and was getting into trouble regularly, but all of these outbursts and retaliations were manifesting into very troubling behaviors.

Her lizard didn’t require live food, but it’s what Rachel insisted on until her parents found out that it wasn’t a requirement that they cut off paying for it. Her little sister was doing it because she liked it, or so Lyn feared because of the look Rachel would get in her eyes when feeding her lizard squirming prey.

The same went for her ditching school and skipping the work she needed to accomplish, opting to play games or find other ways for them to get together. It was a weird time, and Lyn didn’t envy her parents for bringing down a little more pressure and hoping it was the right thing to get Rachel under control.

She didn’t have time to worry about that now though.

Lyn quickly texted Parker’s mom the address as well as the code for the front entrance while stirring the noodles. Her phone chirped a reply as she drained the angel hair pasta and mixed it into the sauce. The text read that Amanda would be here in about fifteen minutes.

It wasn’t a lot of time to say good-bye, but she would get to see him the next day. Amanda promised after all.

On the other side of the screen, Amanda was practically jumping for joy. She had thrown on some clothes, twice putting it on backwards, and fumbled with her purse to get out of the door quickly. With the distance and the information Parker and Lyn had given, Amanda had an idea of exactly what neighborhood Parker was in at the moment.

While she waited for the address, a million scenarios ran through Amanda’s head. The debate of a worried mother and whether or not to instill a consequence for running away was the main concern for her. How could she punish the son she had been so worried about finding for so long? How could she feel anything other than grateful that he was alright?

The right words would come and, naturally, it would be a conversation between her and Parker about how they were going to move forward. For the moment, however, she was simply grateful he was alive and that he still wanted her to be his mom.

The phone in her trembling hands chimed. The engine roared to life and, address plugged in, Amanda was on the road driving down the road.

Sure enough, the neighborhood was the exact one that Amanda thought it was. The gated community was one she had actually considered for a short time when she was looking for homes, but the price was just a bit much for her to maintain comfortably. Besides, the house she really envisioned herself living in with Parker was the one she had picked.

Amanda weaved through the streets and past the gates and speed bumps until, finally, the house was in sight. Like a glowing beacon in the night, Amanda saw the exterior of the house aglow with solar powered push lamps all the way up the walk and fresh soil around plants. A mixture of brick, vinyl, and stone, it was a beautiful home in a nice part of town.

There was something about seeing the house that made Amanda pause. Her heart was pounding hard and strong. Her nerves felt jittery all over, and yet she knew she had to pretend that everything was part of the status quo. It would be a challenge because she knew she looked like a wreck, but Amanda could blame it on work hours recently.

Figuring out a solid reason, however, wasn’t the thing that was on Amanda’s mind. It was time to get her son back. Her hands trembled as she pulled the keys from the ignition and exited the car. Every step felt heavy as she followed the walk up to the house.

Just on the other side of the door, Lyn was upstairs preparing a box of believable material for her and Parker’s science project while also preparing a space for him to hide in case her parents wanted to see their project so far. They didn’t have a lot of time, but the two of them got everything together in a flash, and just in time as well. As Lyn placed the last things into the box which included Parker’s backpack and clothing fragments, there was a clear knock on the front door.

Both her and Parker glanced at her bedroom door before looking back at one another.

“I guess… this is it,” Lyn muttered. “I’m going to come see you tomorrow, if you’re still alright with that.”

“Definitely,” smiled Parker. “You’ve got my address?”

“Yep.”

“And you’ll let me know when you’re on your way?

“Absolutely.”

“Hey, Lyn?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.” Parker looked up into his friend’s face, cheeks warm while his stomach filled with butterflies.

“Anytime,” Lyn smiled. As she looked at him, a spark of mischief filled her eyes as she kissed the tip of her finger and tapped the crown of Parker’s head with it. He was a bright scarlet and seemed to short circuit as she fished her fingers under his arms and set him into the box. She had closed the lid before he said anything in response and, as he felt the box shuffle, he took his hiding place.

His nerves were starting to get to him as he heard voices downstairs, one of them without a doubt in his mind belonging to his mom. The voices were muffled, but he heard the entire conversation all the same.

“Hello, Ms. Silverstein? I’m Lyn. It’s nice to meet you,” said Lyn.

“Oh, hello. It’s nice to meet you too. Parker’s told me a lot about you,” said his mom. Parker felt a pang in his heart. He knew his mom well enough to hear even the slightest tremor in her voice. She was barely holding it together, and Parker was in the same boat as her.

“Oh? Haha all good I hope,” said Lyn. He heard his mom chuckle, nerves evident to him.

“Always good,” she replied. There was a slightly awkward pause before Lyn jumped back into the conversation.

“Well, I know you have to get home. Parker was telling me that work has been busy and that the move has been even crazier. So, here is our project. Pieces are fragile and everything, but I know it’ll get home safe,” stated Lyn. “Tell Parker that he needs to try out cardboard, drywall, and one other item for our project. Okay?”

“I… certainly will try and remember. Thank you, Lyn,” Parker’s mom replied.

“Well, you and your son are more than welcome for dinner anytime,” chimed in Lyn’s mom. Parker heard the shuffle of feet and felt the box shift ever so slightly, probably from Lyn’s mom giving his mom a hug of sorts.

“Certainly,” she said. “We’ll have to try and put something on the books once Parker and I get settled.”

“Oh, and I almost forgot. Um… I was wondering if I could come by tomorrow and work on the project with Parker. If not, that’s alright,” Lyn said, piping up. There was another brief pause before all of the parents seemed to agree.

“I don’t see why not if it’s alright with you, Ms. Silverstein,” said Lyn’s father.

“Amanda, please; and yes, I think that would be alright. Tomorrow around lunch would be best,” replied Amanda. “Now, I hate to intrude for too much longer, but I do need to get back home. Thank you so much, Lyn, for helping Parker with this project.”

“Of course! What’re friends for?” grinned Lyn.

Parker felt the box shaking slightly and guessed based on the pace that his mom was carrying him safely back to the car. After everything during this massive misadventure, Parker was finally going home.

On the other side of the box, Amanda had never walked so carefully yet so quickly in all her life. She knew she shouldn’t linger outside of Lyn’s home for too long, but she couldn’t wait another second to see her son. She needed to lay eyes on him and see him. These past days had been a waking Hell, and the only relief would come with seeing Parker in front of her.

As she sat down in her car and set the box in her lap, her hands trembled as she placed them on the cardboard lid. It opened on a hinge and, in the dim evening light, revealed nothing but random pieces and parts. It honestly looked like a pile of junk meant for this “science experiment” that Lyn was talking about.

Nerves clutched at Amanda’s insides as she worried that she might’ve been tricked, but then the slightest movement out of the corner of the box filled her with relief. Like a refreshing rain after a scorching day, seeing that familiar tuft of blond-brown hair and those soft brown eyes looking up at her made Amanda’s heart clench.

Tears filled her eyes once more and she choked on a sob as she tried to say the name of the one person who meant the world to her. It didn’t come to her and, instead, she simply lowered her hand level to the rim of the box.

At the same time, Parker felt his entire body lock up. He looked up into his mom’s face and felt every emotion wash over him. He was ashamed and relieved, excited and nervous, and overall filled with the love he had always had for his mom. His eyes stung as he pushed himself out from his hiding place and stood up, body shaking.

“Mom.” Parker’s throat closed as he looked up at his tear stained face mother.

“Parker!”

His limbs moved on their own. Parker stumbled over the items in the box and threw himself over the edge into his mom’s hands. The box was shoved into the passenger’s seat as Amanda pulled Parker up to her chest and held him close. Though his arms would never reach, he threw his arms as wide as they would go as he pressed himself against his mom’s chest. Her thunderous heartbeat was discernable even from where he was and Parker had never missed something so much in all of his life.

The two of them sobbed with relief, collapsing into one another as they were finally reunited.

It felt like an hour when it surely was only a few minutes as Amanda held Parker close to her chest. His tiny form shook with sobs as he apologized over and over again, his little voice muffled in the shirt she was wearing.

Amanda felt Parker shift back, and she pulled her hand away to get a better view of her son. The first thing she noticed was the fact he was wearing an entirely different outfit. It looked like some kind of oversized sweatsuit, but the look suited him overall. Another thing that caught her eye was the faint bruising on his cheek and on his hand.

“Parker, are… are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” Amanda shifted Parker onto one of her hands as she gently lifted his arm and pressed her fingers against his back. His little wince confirmed her fears.

“I… well… I did get a bit banged up, but Lyn helped patch everything, so I’m okay. Really,” Parker insisted. Instantly, her hackles raised.

“How did you get hurt? Parker, what happened?” Amanda pushed. Parker, while sitting there cross-legged in his mom’s palm, slumped his shoulders before grabbing at the bottom of the long sleeve hoodie and pulling it off of his frame. Immediately, Amanda saw the bandages on his arm and hand as well as more bruising.

“Parker!”

“Mom, it’s okay. Lyn didn’t do this, but… her sister… she did,” replied Parker.

“How? It’s not broken, right?” insisted Amanda. Parker shook his head. His heart was hammering a hole through his bruised ribs, and he swallowed dryly. He didn’t want to talk about it right now because his mom would undoubtedly charge right back inside and demand that Rachel be punished, so he took a breath and gazed back into her eyes.

“Mom, can… can we talk about it back at home? Please? And I’ll tell you everything. I promise,” said Parker. Amanda could hear the hurt in her son’s voice and felt her heart ache as the decision was placed before her. She made her decision.

“Very well, but I want to hear everything, Parker,” said his mom. Parker smiled and nodded.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said as he reached up and crossed his heart with his pinkie. Amanda felt herself choking up again as she pulled Parker back against her chest.

“Oh… Parker. I was so worried. I missed you so much,” Amanda breathed.

“I missed you too, momma,” sniffled Parker. “I love you. And I’m so sorry for what I said. I… I didn’t….”

“Shh… I know. I love you too Parker. I’ve always loved you, so very much.”

Amanda slowly put her car into gear, backed out of the driveway, and began the short drive home. The weight of Parker’s tiny form in her hand was what kept Amanda grounded, and it wasn’t until the two of them crossed the threshold of their home that it felt real.

Parker was here.

Parker was home.

Alive and, for the most part, well, albeit a little banged up. She walked up to her room and set Parker down onto her bed, curling up beside him as she hunkered down and prepared herself to hear about his journey.

Parker had a hard time starting, unable still to completely verbalize his emotions and reasons why he acted so impulsively. He talked about how he felt confused and angry. He was convinced he needed to do something and find the truth on his own, but the journey wasn’t what he thought it would be.

Parker confessed remembering moments of his past, even remembering his mom and what might’ve happened to his dad, as well as finding the little marker that was probably meant for him that read “ZEKE” in the park.

From there, Parker felt himself getting choked up as he told his mom about seeing her in the park. He saw her across the way, and he had tried to run to her when he was abducted. He told his mom that he had been shoved into the girl’s water bottle and that he’d been tormented by her as he tried to get away.

It was then that Parker removed the hoodie once again and explained how he got the injuries he did. He told her that the girl’s bearded dragon had grabbed his arm and had given him a good scare. He showed her the finger sized bruises on his legs that Rachel, Lyn’s sister, gave to him. Then, finally, he told his mom about how Lyn had literally saved his life.

Parker told his mom how Lyn knew about Borrowers and that there was a whole community of people who actually thought Borrowers existed and that some of his own circle suspected he was a Borrower but had no true evidence to confirm it.

Amanda listened quietly most of the time, but the other portion consisted of Amanda nearly leaving right then and there to give Rachel a piece of her mind. Parker insisted that Lyn had already started taking care of that and would continue to do so. They could only hope that Rachel learned her lesson as she got older.

When Parker was finished, he cleared his tense throat and apologized once more. “Mom, I’m so so so sorry. I… I didn’t mean the things I said, and I shouldn’t have said them. I did the one thing you were trying to avoid, and I promise I won’t do something like that again.”

Amanda looked down at her son’s defeated frame as he looked so small and hurt. She knew she needed to enact consequences despite everything he had gone through, but the punishment needed to fit the crime.

“I know you’re sorry, Parker. And I’m sorry too. I only ever wanted to love and protect you, and I should’ve found another way to go about it,” sighed Amanda. “Still, what you did was wrong. Running away put yourself in so much danger and worried not only me but the others living here. Everyone was worried about you, and I have a sneaking suspicion that they’re listening right now.”

Parker felt the hair raise on the back of his neck and he turned toward the trim piece his mom was eyeing just in time to see it shift close. The teenage Borrower smirked to himself.

Even now, they’re still looking out for me just like my mom. I guess they were worried and didn’t end up leaving.

Parker looked back at his mom and nodded, mumbling, “I know,” before feeling his chest clench.

“So, I think it’s only fair that your online privileges should be limited as well as your alone time in your space for creating and so forth. You can earn these privileges back with trust and action. Fair?” asked Amanda.

Parker nodded. He was afraid he was going to say that, like before, he was going to be on total lockdown and that he wouldn’t be able to see Lyn the next day.

“Yes, momma. I promise I won’t do it again ever. I… I did it for the wrong reasons. I thought I was going to find something or feel something, but I didn’t. I’ll do whatever I can to earn back your trust,” said Parker.

Amanda felt it already in her heart. She knew the punishment probably wouldn’t last long. She heard the remorse in her son’s voice and knew he wouldn’t do anything like this again. Still, she needed him to know it wasn’t okay. As relief filled her, Amanda once again leaned forward and cupped her son in her hands. He situated himself and laid against her palm, hugging her thumb close to his chest.

“I missed you so much, Parker. I was so worried.”

“I missed you too, mom,” said the infinitesimal boy. “I love you.”

“I love you too, so much.”

It didn’t matter that neither of them had brushed their teeth or had prepared to go to bed. Curled together with Parker on her chest much like when he was a child, the two exhausted members of the Silverstein family fell asleep cradled in one another’s arms with the lamp still on.

It would be hours before either of them stirred, and even then they simply changed position, turned off the lights, and went right back to sleep.

The next day was going to be the start of a new life for the both of them. More was known. More was going to be learned. This experienced changed them, and now they knew it was for the better.

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[unfinishedslurs]

Nancy’s GBF Part 2 angstlectric boogaloo

MAX MAYFIELD AND NANCY WHEELER PARALLELS I LOVE YOU 5EVERRRRRR. WOMEN!!!!!

Pt 1

No one else is home when she hears the doorbell ring.

Her mom took Holly to the park, her dad is golfing with his friends, and Mike has Hellfire this evening. So Nancy has been sitting on the kitchen counter, kicking the cabinets and trying (failing) to talk to Barb. It hurts her more than she wants to admit, the quiet days. They’ve progressed in the past month now that Nancy isn’t in denial. Short conversations in between the screaming and crying. Whispering to each other into the early hours of the morning, just like they used to. They have inside jokes again. She’s gotten used to her new laugh.

Looking at her hurts more than anything she’s ever known. It brings her back to the middle school gymnasium, El blindfolded and in a kiddie pool. “Gone, gone, gone,” ringing through her head like a bell.

Barb is watching from the corner like she always is when Nancy opens the front door.

Max looks smaller than she’s ever seen her, even when she was lying still in her hospital bed. Her hair is short and choppy, and there are tears in her eyes behind her glasses. Her arms are shaking around her crutches.

“Max? What’s wrong?”

She sets her jaw, like she’s trying not to cry. “Can I come in?”

“Of course,” she moves aside, resisting the urge to help her in. It wouldn’t be welcomed. “Mike isn’t home right now.”

“I know. Lucas hasn’t shut up about how excited he is for this session in days.” She sits down, and some of the strain around her eyes relaxes, before they dart to the side. Looking at something.

Nancy almost turns around to see if Barb is there, but she’s right in front of her. Whatever Max is seeing, it’s not her best friend.

“Is everything okay?”

“The rest of your family isn’t here, right?”

She blinks. “No, why?”

“I just…wanted to make sure. Mike said you would be home alone today.”

“Why did…never mind. How did you get here? You didn’t walk, did you?” She doesn’t think that she could, given her crutches and the fact that she still needs physical therapy twice a week, but Max has always been very determined.

Luckily she shakes her head. “Eddie dropped me off on his way to Hellfire at Steve’s.”

“How long ago was that?”

“…I don’t know. A while ago.”

“Max,” she says, agast. “Why didn’t you knock sooner?”

Her eyes go sideways again. Then she looks at Nancy, determined. “Mike says you’ve been acting weird.”

“Mike needs to mind his own business,” she snaps back automatically. Barb snorts. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Max fidgets with the end of her braid. “He said you’ve been…freezing cold, and distant, and looking at things no one else can see, and El told me to talk to you because you would understand. And I just wanted to see, I guess. If you really had the same thing I had.”

If you really had the same thing I had. She takes another, longer look at Max. At the sweater she’s wearing in late June, the unnatural paleness in her face, the way her eyes keep wandering, involuntary, past Nancy’s shoulder.

She and Barb share a wide-eyed look.

“Who is it?” She asks, but she already knows the answer.

Max covers her face with her hands. “Billy.”

Shit.

“When did you cut your hair?”

“Around…two hours ago?” She huffs a tired laugh at Nancy’s surprised face. “I didn’t mean to, I just…he always used to pull it to mess with me, and I know he can’t touch me but I could feel it and I needed it gone. Eddie offered to fix it for me, but…”

“But…?”

She looks down at her lap. “He listens to the same kind of music Billy did,” she confesses, “and he has the same metalhead hair, and the same posters on his wall, and I know it’s not the same, because Eddie is actually pretty nice when he’s not trying to scare people, and I like him a lot and we bitch over PT together but he’s still a boy and I didn’t want him to touch my hair. It just felt so bad.”

“I cut my hair too, after Barb died,” Nancy blurts out.

“Really?”

“It looked way worse than yours does, actually. I couldn’t really see myself in the mirror, so it ended up more uneven than I meant it to. My mom found me in a puddle of hair clippings and tears. She fixed it for me, and then we got an appointment for a perm the next day.”

It’s actually one of her best memories of that awful time between Barb’s death and writing the article. Her mom’s soothing voice, the way she held her gently and didn’t scold her.

When she was done evening everything out, she stepped back and wet her lips.

“Sometimes…” she said, “sometimes, we need a change, before we can heal.”

Now, she looks at Max, and can’t help but see herself as her mother saw her years ago.

“Do you want me to fix it?”

Max slumps, and Nancy pretends her heart isn’t breaking when she asks, voice cracking, “Please?”

[stars-and-darkness]

WIP WEDNESDAY!!! but it's thursday

week #22

more of the amnesia au, bc ya girl isn't allowed to write anything else, or else her bff is gonna skin her alive (love ya alicia <3)

She’s deep, deep in her thoughts when there’s a knock on the door, and when she calls for the arrival to enter, it’s her mother.

“Mom, hi,” Caroline says, and quickly clicks out of the photos of the massacre from yesterday on her desktop. Maybe Mum doesn’t need to see all that.

“Sweetie.” Mum comes to sit in the armchair in front of her desk.

“So!” Caroline claps her hands. It’s painfully awkward. “What brings you to my office?” Sitting in a chair that’s usually occupied by people pleading for something, or trying to convince her that what they want is also what she wants.

It’s very, very weird to see her mum sitting where Becker Wexer had sat a few days ago.

Mum gives her a smile that’s a bit strange, almost as if all the same thoughts that are going through Caroline’s head are also going though hers, but that’s impossible, of course.

“I had a talk, yesterday,” she says at last. “With Klaus.”

“Oh.”

Well, that can’t have gone well. Rarely anything involving both her mother and her fiancé ever goes well.

“Look whatever he said, you surely must see as clearly as we all do that he’s currently not exactly operating at—”

“Caroline!” Mum interrupts. “It was fine, actually.”

“Oh,” Caroline says again, in a completely different tone of voice. “Really?”

She doesn’t think that’s ever happened before. Usually, when her mum and Klaus interact, they only have complaints.

“Mmmhmm.”

“Right. Well … that’s great.” Yep. This is completely new territory. “What did you guys talk about?”

For a moment, her mother’s eyes shutter closed, and then it’s like it never happened. “Let’s say we came to a truce.”

Now, Caroline’s eyebrows really fly up. “You and Klaus?”

“He didn’t tell you?”

She almost freezes. There were other things to speak of, last night.

The skin of her shoulder burns as if his eyes are still on it.

“I guess it didn’t come up. I mean, I’m glad.”

“It was for your sake. He suggested it. I couldn’t exactly refuse.”

Caroline nods. “Thank you. It means a lot.” Reduces the level of stress she’s under, if nothing else.

Her mum doesn’t leave, or say anything else. She just stays there, sitting, watching.

Caroline looks so much like her—it’s like looking into a distorted mirror image. Mum’s got her head angled a little, probably unconscious, and her eyes are depthless.

“Mom?”

Mum’s eyes fall on her hands. Her ring. The one with the black stone, not the blue. “Why do you stay here, Caroline?”

Caroline straightens. She doesn’t need to hear any more of this—she cuts the rest of the speech her mum had prepared with a wave of her hand. “Don’t.”

“I’m serious. Your engagement clearly isn’t—”

“Klaus will return to me,” she snaps back. “As soon as the Alcaide amulet is in our possession, and knowing us, that’s sooner rather than later that we’re looking at.”

“Caroline—”

“And even if he never does …” She shakes her head. “There is so much more I’m doing here, Mom. It’s not just about him. I have a family here, I have a place, a role, responsibilities and privileges, and …” She swallows. “My life is here, Mom. And what a life it is.

“Don’t ask that of me, Mom. You know I can’t give you that. You know I don’t want to.”

Her mother looks away. “I’m sorry.”

“I know you don’t … understand. This thing between Klaus and me. But I didn’t jump into life in New Orleans, into an engagement, head-first with no consideration. I guess it may have seemed that way to you, since I didn’t exactly, like, consult with you before I did these things, so maybe it seems like it all came out of nowhere … but it didn’t, Mom. This was a long time coming, all of it. This stupid amnesia curse is just another hurdle on the road, but I’ve broken through every hurdle that came before it.”

“I just want what’s best for you.”

Caroline shrugs. “I know that.” Her dad wanted what was best for her, and so did Tyler, and Matt, and scores of other people. “But Mom, you have to trust me to know what’s best for me myself.”

“Is this?” Mum waves her hand all over the office, as if she can sense the gore that was on her desktop just a moment ago. “Is this what’s best for you? You’ll never have peace here.”

“I’m a vampire, I’d never have peace in the usual sense anyway. But I’m with my family here. I’m doing something worth doing.”

“Ruling?” Mum asks.

Caroline gives her a look. “Don’t say it like it’s a bad thing. This city is a safe haven for the supernatural. Here, we can thrive. We are closer to living out in the open than anywhere else in the world, and when we don’t have to worry about hunters picking us all off, we have the time, the space, for our culture to flourish. There is so much of it, Mom. Millennia-worth.”

“And it’s your duty to safeguard that?”

“Why not?”

“I hope you know …” Mum attempts, then tries again: “I hope you know I just want you to be happy.”

“I know.”

“Okay. Okay.” Mum wipes her hands on the legs of her trousers. “I love you.”

Caroline nods. “And I you.”

And that is it.

[pmak2002]

Food poisoning

You are awoken by Timothee shaking you awake. You hear a sound like a gag and a burp. Then you feel warm liquid dripping down the blanket and the smell is awful.

Immediately you sit up and turn on the light. Timothee is heaving and panting over the puddle of vomit on the bed. Looking absolutely miserable.

“Timmy bathroom go now!” You say as you slowly start to get up. It’s as if he can’t hear you. His gagging intensifies and he heaves bringing up more barf.

He finally looks up at you eyes glassy and unfocused he reaches for you puke dripping from his mouth. His face flushed and sweaty.

You practically scoop him up in your arms as you rush him into the bathroom not before he brings up more vomit all over the both of you.

He begins to cry and squirm in your arms. You set him down in front of the toilet and rush to deal with the sheets and your pjs.

When you get back timothee has moved from the floor onto the toilet. His hands wrapped around his stomach.

“Oh Timmy baby.” You frown

“I think you have a bad bug sweetheart.” You say worriedly.

He whimpers and curses under his breath.

“Food poisoning my food at dinner didn’t taste right.” He says weakly.

“Oh sweetheart why didn’t you say anything while we were there? Your parents, your sister or I could have told the waiter.” You tell him.

“We were having such a good time and I was so hungry. Ohh it hurts!” He whined.

“Oh sweetie I’ll get a bath started alright?”

He nods and watches as you start a warm bath for him.

Once he stops using the bathroom. You help him clean up and get him into the tub and helping him wash up. You feel his forehead and find it warm.

“Yup food poisoning alright. mon pauvre cher” you say sadly. You help Tim clean up then let him sit in the warm water for a while.

While you prep the bed for the long night ahead.

Extra layer of sheets on his side of the bed. A towel next to the bed and the puke bucket. You sigh heavily and hope he’ll be able to sleep even if it’s just for a little while.

You grab a fresh pair of boxers and a light shirt for him to wear to bed. He’s almost asleep In the tub when you go to get him out and changed.

“Come on baby let’s get you into fresh clothes.”

He nods and slowly gets out you wrap him in a towel first and he dries himself off.

Then you help him into his boxers. You gently rub his belly before helping him with his shirt. He whines as his stomach cramps up. You gently rub his stomach.

He goes to rinse out his mouth. You stay and rub his back as he does.

“Better?” You ask.

He nods and you help him back to bed. His hands wrapped protectively around his stomach.

“Hurts.” He whimpers.

“I know I’ll rub your tummy once you lay down.”

You get him comfy in bed and your German shepherd Kodak watches from his bed.

You join Tim in bed and he moves closer to be held and you rub his distended belly. You do that until you both fall asleep.

It’s not long before he’s up again and spitting into the bucket. Not gushing barf like he had before but you know it’ll be coming sooner than later. He burps and spits again. You gently pat his back.

“Don’t wanna throw up.” He whined before he lets out a loud burp from deep inside his gut.

“Oh sweetie I know you feel so yucky. But it’ll feel much better if it’s out of your system.”

You rub his back and try to soothe him soon the gushes of puke return as does his need to use the restroom.

This pattern continues throughout the night.

By the next morning you are wiped out from staying up all night with him.

He’s finally asleep though so you lay there and hold him as he sleeps. Playing with his sweaty curls.

You hear your phone buzz on the nightstand. You check to see and realize Pauline has texted you.

Pauline: how’s little bro? Mom said she got sick from her food last night. Dad and I are fine.

You: not good he started 🤮 at like 2 AM it was bad! All over the bed and him and I when I moved him to the bathroom. Start of a long night had to do laundry and run him a bath.

Pauline: Yikes! Need anything?

You: no he’s finally asleep fever of 102.7 but clearly still unwell feverish, pale, now that he’s asleep not as 🤮 or 💩 hopefully it stays that way for a while.

Pauline: ok didn’t need the visual aid

You: You had a baby recently and you’re telling me you don’t need a visual representation of how icky your baby brother feels?! 😝 Wow

Pauline: oh stop it 🤪 anyway let me know if I can help I have a baby but that doesn’t mean I won’t take care of you or bro. Hope he gets better quickly!

You: thanks Pauline hope your mom feels better soon too! This is crazy stuff glad we could avoid it at least!

Pauline: yeah I’ll keep you updated as long as you do with Timmy. bye Y/N

You: will do bye

You put your phone back on the nightstand carefully as to not disturb Timmy who’s dead asleep for the first time in a couple of hours.

You enjoy the silence for a few minutes.

Until Kodak the German shepherd comes bounding up the stairs ready for breakfast and outside.

“Ok ok dog hold on.” You carefully move Timmy closer to his side of the bed. Then get up to go tend to the dog.

As soon as you come in from taking Kodak out you hear the sounds of intense gagging and coughing.

You quickly take off Kodak’s leash and collar before running upstairs to find Timothee clutching the puke bucket and vomiting.

“Oh Timothee. Sweetie.”

You rush over to rub his back and calm him down as he cries through each bout of ceaseless puking. Finally it stops and you grab a tissue to wipe his mouth.

“It hurts everything hurts!” Tim cries.

“Shh I know baby.”

You feel his forehead, and he’s still warm to the touch. You use your thumb to wipe away his tears and you kiss his nose.

"Pauline texted. She said your mom got sick from her food last night, too. Your dad and Pauline are fine and she hopes you feel better soon, and if you need anything, she'll help, okay?" you tell him.

"But what about the baby and is mom ok? Tim asked weakly as he buried his head into your neck.

"Pauline said that just because of the baby. It doesn't mean she won't be here for us. She wanted to check on you and me. She said your mom is sick but she’s doing alright. Don’t worry.”

He nods and takes a deep, shaky breath. You play with his sweaty curls.

“mon amour, comment te sens-tu maintenant ?" You ask in your not-so-perfect french as you plant a kiss on his head.

"C'est horrible. Je pensais que je me sentirais un peu mieux qu'hier soir, mais ce n'est pas le cas." he replies.

"mon pauvre bébé." you respond and hold him a little tighter, and you feel his belly gurgle. Soon, he rushes off to the bathroom. You get up to grab an extra toilet paper roll and leave it outside the bathroom door if he needs it.

Then go tend to Kodak, clean the puke bucket out and clean the rest of the house to give Timothee as much privacy as possible.

You move the now clean sheets and clothes into the dryer and set about cleaning and checking the mail for any bills.

Once that’s done you go back upstairs and clean out the puke bucket in the bathroom, then you check on him.

You find Timothee in bed In only his boxers and socks. Spread out and sweating buckets in bed.

You return the bucket to its rightful place on the towel by his side of the bed.

You smile despite him being so so sick he looked so peaceful sleeping even though his curls were slick with sweat, he was awfully pale and his breathing was a little shallow

You run your hands through his curls and kiss his nose, forehead and checks. He slowly opens his eyes and smiles weakly.

“How we doing?” You ask.

“Icky yuck.” He whines.

You nod.

“Want to try some saltine crackers and Pedialyte?” You ask.

He thinks about it then nods.

“Good sign mon cher.”

You head to get him a small cup of pedialyte and a few saltines then return to the bedroom.

Timmy sits up in bed and pulls the blankets over his lap. You hand him the cup first and he slowly drinks it until the cup is empty. Then he takes the crackers and nibbles on them.

Once he finishes the crackers and puts the cup on the nightstand and curls up in bed again. He reaches for you. Kodak jumps up onto the bed to be included too.

You crawl into bed next to Timothee and hold him and rub his stomach until you both fall asleep.

After a long few days and nights Timothee felt better.

[secret-origins-crossover]

what if i said i had the first wip being worked on for secret origins?

i have never been as excited for something like i am with this- maybe it's just because this fic is self indulgent and brings me back to my childhood lol; also please keep in mind, i haven’t actively written in a few weeks so i’m a little rusty- also just. new fandom lol

of phantoms and felines (work in progress)

First Installation to the five-part Secret Origins storyline!

Fandom(s): Danny Phantom, Miraculous Ladybug

With a stifled yawn, he made his way to the kitchen- still a bit groggy but he rubbed his eyes, attempting to pull himself out of the weird funk before speaking, “mornin’-” 

“Danny, sweetie, there you are!” Maddie exclaimed, giving her son a warm smile. She was dressed in a simpler version of her jumpsuit, clearly bustling about a little as she spotted Danny who was still in his pajamas. “Are you excited for the summer?”

“Mhm- I was hoping to go see Sam and Tucker soon,” Danny replied, only to pause at the sudden half-frown on Maddie’s face. 

“I didn’t tell you? Sweetie-” Maddie paused before continuing, “we’re going on a week long trip out of the country.” 

Wait, what. 

Danny blinked- a faint chuckle bubbled up from his throat, staring at his mom like she had suddenly grown a second head. Why hadn’t he been told about this sooner? Amity Park was his haunt, and he couldn’t just leave it behind.

“I don’t understand,” he got out, tilting his head in confusion. “What’s the occasion?”

“Well- there’s this event happening. We thought it might be interesting to attend,” his mom answered simply, giving her son a smile- even with the fact Danny still didn’t look too pleased by this aspect. “Vlad’s covering the whole trip, so we agreed to let him do it just this once!”

@engineersamuel I know you were interested in this crossover and so, this is what I have so far! It will need to be fleshed out later- and honestly, characterization is a pain sometimes but even then, I'm very excited for when I release the finished product!

So far, Adrien and Mari aren't in this- since it starts with Danny's POV but anything more than this would be spoilers! Hope all of you enjoy~

[milo-needs-help]

“Hey, Jonathan?” Max called out from somewhere in his room. She was sent in to grab some film he had somewhere in his closet. Johnathan would have gone but his mom needed help in the kitchen and the kids wanted to borrow his camera for some project; the Only problem was that it was out of film. “Yeah?” He yelled as he focused on trying to cut the onions without crying; he was not doing a very good job.

“Why is there a broken camera in the back of your closet?” Johnathan's cutting halted to a stop and his mom turned to him with a question in her eyes. He never told her about Steve breaking his camera that day. Maybe he didn’t want to burden her with the cost of a new camera, or maybe it was out of shame for why Steve did it.

Johnathan set his knife down and walked over to his room. Max was there, sitting on the floor in front of his closet with the broken camera sitting in her lap. “When did your camera break?” His mom asked from behind him, he hoped she turned the stovetop to low before she followed him. “A few years back, it’s nothing,” Johnathan answered, plucking the smashed device from Max’s hands.

Johnathan reached into his closet and retrieved what Max was looking for. “What do you mean, it’s nothing? Honey, your cameras are your prized possessions. What happened to it?” Johnathan helped Max up and tossed the camera on his bed to be put away later. “Nothing Mom, it broke. Things break all the time,” As Johnathan turned to go back to cooking, he saw Steve and the rest of the party standing in the hallway just outside his room.

“It wasn’t nothing,” Steve said with his arms crossed. Johnathan tried to telepathically tell him to stop, to let sleeping dogs lie. They didn’t need to bring up old problems; didn’t he know that? Unfortunately, he was not the one in the family with supernatural powers. “Because I was the one that broke it,” Dammit Steve.

There was an immediate uproar of questions, some angry for Johnathan's sake others just wanting to know why. “That wasn’t your fault Steve,” Johnathan said ignoring everyone else and staring at him, Steve scoffed and broke eye contact. “It was a dick move and I should have apologized for the shit I pulled way sooner; Hell, I should have paid for your new one. I’m sorry for that man,” before Steve was even done talking Johnathan was shaking his head in disagreement. Steve was a dick that first year, he’ll be the first one to admit that but it seemed like Steve ignored all the non-dick stuff he did ever since in favor of beating himself up over the past.

“You did apologize though. You came to my house to say sorry. Ended up saving my life. Plus, I deserved it for taking those photos,” the kids were quiet now, which was never a good sign knowing them. “Photos?” El was the first to ask and all heads were no longer looking to Steve but him. “Yeah, I was taking photos in the woods. Wound up at his house. I took a few but got some inappropriate ones by accident. Steve found out. Broke my camera,”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Will asked in the tone he used when he felt like he was lied to. “I don’t know. At first, it was because there was so much going on. Then you kids loved him and I didn’t want there to be a chance you wouldn’t anymore.”

“Crying?” El asked as she reached up to touch his face. He pulled away in confusion, he reached up to feel around his eyes. They were damp but he wasn’t sad, much less sad enough to cry. “I was cutting onions for dinner,” he whiffed the air and it smelt like burning. “The food!” he yelled as he ran by everyone.

[elisysd]

41. How long can we be a sad song ‘til we were too far gone to bring back to life?

Masterlist - Previously - Next

Chapter soundtrack: You’re losing me - Taylor Swift

When she had given Ethan forty-eight hours, she didn’t think he would take it so seriously. He had come to her room as soon as the sun had risen, waking her up. She had opened the door to a neatly shaved and casually dressed Ethan, a basket in his hand and a smile on his face. He had entered her room as if he had owned the place and taken the place on the couch while she had stared at him in a slight disbelief.

“It’s six in the morning.”

“I know but you gave me forty-eight hours and I know you’ll be busy so I want to maximize our time spent together. And it starts now. So get dressed, I’m taking you out.”

“Out where?”

“I don’t know, somewhere. We will find a place to sit and eat, it will be fun.” he shrugged.

“I have to get back at ten…”

“You’ll be. Trust me.”

She had sighed but finally agreed. That’s how they ended up in the middle of the vines, at seven in the morning, trying to enjoy the warmth of the sun on their faces. Ethan had set a blanket on the ground and had been extra careful with her, making sure she was at ease and helping her settle. It was so unexpected from him that she was slightly uncomfortable.

“You’re acting like a gentleman…” she said.

“I’m trying. For you. I want you to see that I mean it when I say that I want to be the best for you.”

“I know you mean it. I know you do your best but…”

“No big and deep talks. Today and tomorrow we are just Ethan and Julia. There is only us. We are not Ethan, Julia and their issues.”

It was so tempting and seemed so nice that she didn’t have the heart to tell him that they needed to talk about them at some point. And rather sooner than later. But to her surprise, it was so easy to forget everything that was wrong between them. He was so carefree, so fun around her, making her laugh and making her feel good about herself.

“You still wear the pendant.” he noticed, his eyes glued on her neck.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know… I assumed that you would get rid of it.”

“That’s a stupid thing to assume.”

With a hesitant hand he brushed the metal and noticed her breathing picking up. He looked in her blue-green eyes to find answers to his unspoken questions but only encountered the same doubts as he had in his. He slowly leaned in to stop a few millimeters to her lips and his heart ached when she turned her head away.

“Joolsie…”

“We can’t do that… I’m sorry Ethan, it’s just that I can’t kiss you. Not like that, not before we talked things through…”

“I want things to go back to how they were… when it was easy. I don’t want the deep talk, I don’t want your tears Julia, I just want you happy….”

“But you can’t make me happy if we don’t talk.”

“Why do you make it so complicated?”

“I’m not. That’s what you don’t understand.”

She put some distance between them and got up, looking at the time.

“I have to go, I have one last fitting with my mom and the girls.”

“When will you be available?” he asked.

“Around four… I have a little time and then we have dinner. I arranged everything so you can sit with Kyle and Romy and don’t worry, I put Martin at the exact opposite of where you are so you don’t have to make eye contact or talk to each other.”

“I thought I would sit next to you?”

“Ethan…”

“No. Never mind. I’m in the dog house. Copy. Maybe I can still woo you back so I’ll stand by your side next time.”

It made her sigh and it was in silence that they made their way back to the hotel. She was a little relieved to see Romy arriving with Kyle, at least Ethan wouldn’t be alone. She was feeling guilty at the idea to leave him alone but she had things to do that she couldn’t postpone. She gave a little hug to her best friend, nodded in the direction of Kyle and left.

Ethan looked at her back, gulping and barely felt Kyle’s hand on him. It’s only when he tugged at his shirt that he finally turned around.

“How are you doing?”

“I feel numb, if I’m being honest. I think… I’m losing her Kyle.”

“Of course you do, have you seen the stunt you pulled?” intervened Romy, a little angry.

“Romy…”

“No Kyle. He might be your best friend and you might love him like a brother but he fucked up. Big, big time and honestly, I think you deserve to feel like that. You let her down countless times when you know how fragile she is. And I don’t care that you might love her, if you even know what it means, I would be her, I would have dumped your sorry ass the minute you pulled that stunt in Canada. You know how much Ferrari means to her, how much she loves the team and her dad, this team is almost like a family legacy to her and yet you decided to be selfish and to let your unhealthy jealousy do the talking. That’s pathetic and it doesn’t make you anything else than a coward.”

“Enough! Romy, it’s enough. He knows all of that, you don’t need to put him down like that. He feels bad enough.” said Kyle, coming between them.

“No, let her. She is right. I know that I fucked up, I know that maybe I’m losing her if it is not already the case but you won’t stop me from trying to save what can be saved because I care, Romy! A lot! A whole fucking lot and I can’t bare the thought of losing her without having the feeling that I gave my all to her. Ultimately it will be her choice and whatever it is I’ll try to respect it but I love her. That you won’t take it away from me.

Romy looked at Kyle trying to have him by her side but a sign of his head told her that she wouldn’t win the fight. She huffed and took her suitcase, leaving both boys on the side.

“I don’t want to create drama between you and Romy.”

“You won’t. I’ll take care of her, don’t worry. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m not sure of anything, anymore.”

“Come with me, we’ll talk.” he gestured to Ethan to follow him to a bench near the parking lot.

They sat down and Kyle stared at Ethan.

“I’m worried about you.”

“You shouldn’t. I’m fine. I… I have a therapist now. It has only been one session but I think it will help me.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

“You don’t think I’m crazy?”

“Of course not. I think it’s about damn time.”

“Don’t tell anyone. Not even to Romy.”

“It’s not my business, Ethan. If someone has to say it, it has to be you. What are you planning to do about Julia?” Kyle asked.

“She gave me today and tomorrow to show her that I can make her happy and I intend to do that. And when she sees that, I’ll tell her that I love her. And we will be happy.”

Kyle didn’t have the will to tell him that love wouldn’t solve everything and that he feared that Julia’s and Ethan’s relationship might have been broken beyond repair this time.

“I’ll always be there for you, okay. You’ll have me in your corner, no matter what and if something happens, know that you can talk to me.”

“I know. No need to be so depressing, you’re talking as if I was about to die. It will be fine, don’t worry!” Ethan said in a laugh.

“But if it isn’t, I don’t want you to do anything stupid. You come to me first if you feel you’re about to mess up. It’s Julia’s parents wedding, if you fuck up she won’t forgive you.”

Ethan finally left Kyle to prepare everything for the night. He had planned to take the car for a little road trip and to find a quiet spot where they could have watched the stars. And he would have kissed her, reminding her that they belonged together, he wouldn’t have told her that he loved her yet but he would have showed her, she would’ve felt it.

Like she had told him, she was ready at four and he was already waiting for her. He saw her laughing with her mom who stopped to nudge her daughter, showing her Ethan. Shyly, Julia came to him as he gave her a huge sunflower bouquet under the amused eye of Lyanna who soon was joined by her husband giving the side eye to the Maserati’s driver. He was about to say something when she clearly stepped on his toes, making him gasp.

“Little road trip?”

“And what about dinner?”

“I thought you could skip it.”

“I wish, to be honest. My parents are driving me crazy.” she whispered.

“Then, let me be your sweet escape.”

She involuntarily rolled her eyes in front of the very cheesy line but followed him without hesitation.

As he had planned they drove without a destination in mind, Ethan’s hand finding her thigh and letting it rest there as she wasn’t saying anything. It was silent, but it wasn’t awkward. Julia let herself sink deeper in her seat as she linked her fingers to his. They finally arrived at the top of a hill, where no one would bother them and Ethan put down the blanket so they could lay there. Still her hand in his, he helped her sat down, her back facing him as he buried his head in her neck. He was surprised to not see her react and pull away. Maybe, after all, he hadn’t lost her entirely. He peppered her neck with kisses until he felt her move to give him more space. It required all his self control to not take her right here and there. Instead he made her face him and kissed her nose, making her giggle.

“You’re awfully sweet, tonight.”

“You let me. I will enjoy it while it lasts.”

“I really wish we could stay like this forever, you know. I’m not trying to play hard to get or I’m not trying to hurt you. I want nothing more than for this to work Ethan but I don’t know if we are ready for a relationship.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, feeling defensive.

“What I’m trying to say is maybe it would be better if…”

“No. Don’t finish this sentence. I don’t want to hear it.”

“Ethan…” she sighed.

“I’m serious. Listen. We have reasons to believe it will work out. First, we want to be together, right? So it means something. Then, you’re going to accept Christian’s offer and it will change everything. I’m sure it’s going to help us find our balance.”

“About that…”

“No, let me finish. So, new job, new life. You’ll be living in England and I thought that maybe we could live together. I'm barely using my flat in Monaco because it feels empty but when I came home and saw your stuff everywhere, suddenly it didn’t feel as empty and I was not dreading to come back anymore. I know you’ll be busy and I’ll be too but we can make it work. We can eat together at the factory when I’m there to work on the sim and we can have date nights just the two of us in our flat. We won’t leave each other's side and it’s great because I’ll be right by your side when you’ll get in your own head because of the pressure or because you’ll think you're not enough. And about the races, you’ll be near me and I know that’s what I need. You are going to be my biggest cheerleader and I promise you, every podium and wins I’ll find you in the crowd and they will be for you.”

“I really need to tell you something, it’s very important…” she tried to say but he was listening.

“And of course, I know how your family is important so I’ll make sure we get to travel as much as we can to see them. Especially Louis, you’ll see your dad on the tracks, so I guess it’s fine but Louis is everything to you and I don’t want you to lose what you have with him. And… Julia? Are you crying?”

“I’m sorry it’s just… you gave that a lot of thoughts and it seems so great when you present it like this.”

“It is. And soon, it will be real. I promise you Julia, I’m not letting us down, this time.”

He was so determined that Julia didn’t have the strength to tell him about her decision. Instead, she turned towards him and pressed her lips on his, barely giving him the time to react. It was a salty kiss. A kiss of hope and regret. A kiss to remember what was there and what was lost. What couldn’t be saved and what should have been. A reminder of what they could have been. Ethan’s hands grabbed her hips as he laid down on the blanket and let her remove his shirt as found the opening of her dress. In the wild, they abandoned themselves to each other, letting the birds be the only spectator of their love. And it’s with her heart aching more than ever that Julia let herself drowned in his eyes as he didn’t once looked away from her or closed his eyes, taking everything she had to offer to him and cherishing it.

They laid there, in each other’s embrace for a while, Ethan playing with her hair as she was resting her head on his chest, listening to his heart beating.

“I know it doesn’t solve anything but… I missed that. I missed you.” he said, kissing the side of her head.

“We should go back. Everyone will get worried and it’s late.” she said in a detached voice.

“Yeah, you’re right. Tomorrow is going to be fun, I thought we could explore the basement, where they keep the bottles? What do you think?”

“I’ll be very busy tomorrow. I’m not sure I’ll have time. I know I promised you forty-eight hours but it wasn’t a good idea. It really wasn’t.”

Ethan could see the wheels turning in her head full speed as she was shakily putting her clothes back on. Ethan did the same and as she was getting away he managed to grab her arms and make her turn around.

“You’re panicking. You are getting in your own head, Joolsie. Don’t. Don’t do that. I’m begging you, don’t do that.”

“We shouldn’t have and you know it. Not like that.”

“But it was good! The connection we have, you know it’s real, you know it’s true, you feel it, I do too.”

“I need to go back to the hotel. It’s really late.”

Ethan sighed, knowing really well that he couldn’t talk to her when she was like that. He brought back his things and put them in the back of the car before sitting behind the steering wheel and making their way back to the hotel in silence, much less comfortable than when they first stepped inside it.

When they finally arrived, Julia was quick to hop out of the car to head to the entrance, followed by Ethan that didn’t know what to say, knowing it would make everything worse. He could see her shoulders rapidly moving as if she was out of breath or was struggling and he just wanted to take her in his arms, whispering to her ear that everything would be okay, that he was there for her. He was losing her and no matter how hard he was trying to reach out he was only managing to make her pull away. He didn’t know what to do anymore, or more he knew but he didn’t know if he was strong enough or brave enough. But it might be his last and only chance to save their relationship. So when they were in front of her door and she finally looked at him he was ready to say it.

“Julia… I have to tell you something…”

“I do too.”

He was about to open his mouth when Charles' silhouette appeared in the corridor all smiley before it dropped seeing Ethan next to his daughter. He glared at him before turning his head to Julia, a large amount of papers under his arms.

“I was searching for you, I didn’t expect you to come back this late. But anyway, I have your new contract ready so if you want to have a look and if you want some clarification or if you want to negotiate some things, let me know. You don’t have to study it now or sign it straight away but on behalf of the whole team, I want to tell you "Welcome onboard, welcome to Ferrar!””

“To Ferrari?” Ethan repeated.

“She didn’t tell you? She refused Christian’s job offer.” said Charles and he couldn’t stop the cocky smile on his face.

Julia looked at her dad with an angry look before turning to Ethan who had his jaw clenched barely looking at her.

“Ethan… I swear I was about to tell you.”

“When? After making me pour my heart out to you, telling you exactly how I pictured our life in England when you would have accepted the job? After you let me make love to you ? Because that wasn’t a little fuck to me Julia, unlike you apparently. Don’t waste your breath, Joolsie. I don’t care. You do what you want.”

“Damn right she will do what she wants Ethan. She doesn’t owe you anything.”

“Dad! That’s between him and I! Ethan please, can we talk about it?”

He could see the tears running down her face and he could feel his as well. He let her take a step back and put both cold hands on his face, trying to make him look at her. She barely heard her dad talking to her, her only focus on Ethan.

“Elijah is leaving the team at the end of the year. That means we are going to build the car around Martin’s driving style and I will need you to work closely with him in the sim to gather all the info.”

She didn’t react but Ethan’s gaze crossed Charles and he was almost sure that the info had only one purpose: hurting him more than he already was.

“I’m begging you Ethan, just let me explain… talk to me, just… don’t push me away without letting me explain. I wanted to tell you I swear. I tried to but you were so happy and..”

“And what? You decided to play me? Give me false hope? I shouldn’t be surprised, anyway. You are the queen of giving false hope to men. I’m leaving. I guess we can cancel whatever I had planned for tomorrow. I need to digest the info and I don’t want to say something that I will regret.”

He heard her barely breathing sorry in his back but decided to ignore it, leaving her in the middle of the corridor, completely shattered.

Deep down he knew he couldn’t and shouldn’t be mad. He had promised her that no matter what she would choose, he would be there to support her. But, he had never imagined how far he had pictured their lives and how excited he had felt. Only for that to be crushed. How could he have felt so happy one moment and so sad the next? On his way to his room he found Martin, peacefully sitting on the edge of a balcony, trying to enjoy the fresh Italian air. Ethan had the thought of how easy it would be to push him from the balcony but quickly retracted himself. Feeling his gaze on him Martin turned around and gave a forced smile to Ethan before noticing how pale he was.

“I think you won. Congrats. You might be on your way to get the girl in the end.” Ethan said, a lump in his throat.

“She told you, then…” Martin replied, unsure of what Ethan was implying.

“No. Her dad did.”

“Ethan, can we talk?”

“I don’t have anything to tell you. I don’t have the energy. I just want this fucking wedding to be over. It’s supposed to be a celebration and for now, I only have a heart that keeps breaking everyday a little more, so no. I don’t want to talk. Especially not to you.”

“I just want to tell you I’m sorry. About everything. About the things I said and the things I did. That was not right, it has never been. I let my feelings for Julia blind me and you were on the receiving end. I just wish we could put all of this behind us. Because at the end of the day, you are my best competition. No matter what. And I wish we would have battled fair and square. I’ve never wanted to take it this far. I regret it.”

Ethan didn’t know what to say. Apologies were the last thing he had ever expected to receive from Martin.

“Maybe in another life? Or in a few years? Because right now I really can’t see us being anything else than mortal rivals.”

“And I like it that way. As long as you don’t try to kill me.”

“It can get arranged. As long as you don’t open your mouth.”

“That can get arranged.” he smiled and Ethan walked off.

It had been a weird interaction. Very weird. But maybe it also meant that nothing was forever broken beyond repairs. Despite everything he smiled. No, he wouldn’t back down without a fight, without telling her the one last thing he had to say. And Julia Leclerc was a girl who was worth fighting for.

Author's note: I promise you guys I'm not making them suffer for the sole pleasure of making them suffer (okay I enjoy it a little), it will be worthy at the end. But they have to go through a bunch of (not so fun) stuff before getting their happyly ever after. What do you think will happen next? Let me know your theories, I love to read them.

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[jamie4370]

I can’t make this up

I swear I’m not trying to invite this kind of negativity in my life. I spent my lunch to have therapy. My coworkers were very kind to bring me lunch. It was a good day. I still haven’t been able to do a lot of work lately but I am making progress. I try to maintain a steady work flow and now I have felt uncomfortable with my performance. I know I can make it out of this hole but sometimes it feels deeper than what I bargained for. I made my way back to the house and wanted to rest in the clutter that is my bedroom. Enjoying a video on my phone my mother calls me. The conversation went well. We talked about my dad’s surprise retirement party and that I would make a speech. I don’t know if my older brother will come.

When he was home for Thanksgiving, we were on our way to a store. Older decided that he wanted to still drive like an ass in his car. I told him to stop driving like a fucking teenager. He did not oblige. In fact, he decided to drive even more aggressive and I was scared. I told him that and he still drove terribly. We turned around and went home. He then decided to make a pdf and text it to me days later explaining why he can’t see me anymore. I told him that making a pdf doesn’t make you look sophisticated. It makes you look like an ass.

When my mother decided to talk about Christmas plans the conversation started to go South. She explained to me that my cousin doesn’t want to see me because of how I acted last time. I asked why and the response was that I need to talk with him about it. We will get to that later.

Mom then decided to change the conversation to a more pressing topic. She talked slow and was bouncing around her words, avoiding the true meaning behind the conversation. Mom told me I have a drinking problem. That’s really poetic. Having a mother that drinks like a fish and a father that thinks that the world will run out of beer one day. Is there truth to this? Do I look in the mirror and say I’ve taken it too far? I don’t know. When I was with A, she had drank. She told me that she knew that it wasn’t that healthy to be doing what she was doing. I followed her lead. After we broke up, I think I may have lost control. But fuck man, why am I getting so much criticism for these things now? In this shit storm of a season. I feel like my life went from zero to soap opera in .000004 seconds.

After I hung up on my mother out of anger I decided to call my cousin Joe for a chat. What’s one more angry phone call? I was in a rage and wanted blood. I started to talk firmly and educationally. My cousin explained that I was a dick the last time I was there. That was wild. Why did he hold on for that long? It had been a year since I had seen him and to hold a grudge like that is insane. Why didn’t he come to me sooner? He didn’t wanna fix whatever was going on. I laid into him so hard. I said that there was hypocrisy in his words. He knows he didn’t handle it appropriately. I took it a step further when he said that he loves me unconditionally. What a joke. Loving someone is accepting the indifferences of that other person. Loving me from a window is a pitiful excuse. I finally started the conclusion of the conversation when I called him a dick. My cousin said that “adults don’t call each other names”. I told him that I didn’t care what he did from then on out. I finally told him that he was the one pushing me away.

I trusted him and for him to up and decide that he doesn’t want to talk to me again but “love me unconditionally” either way is so messed up. I idolized him when I was younger. I wanted to skateboard because of him. I wanted to be a punk enough kid because of him because I thought it was cool. I even used him as a figure of hope and happiness in one of my therapy sessions. I feel even more betrayed now than I ever felt.

I’m currently over at a friends house. We talked and listened to music while their child played about the living room. I think that’s what that was. Happiness. Maybe this is helping? Im currently in their guest bedroom right now. The bed is extremely comfortable. I couldn’t be alone tonight. Who knows what I was capable of.

It looks like I may be riding solo again for the holidays. I hate Christmas anyways. The music is repetitive, the weather is shit, and throw stressed out working class shoppers in the mix. Thank god for online shopping. It only reminds me of fights that my family would get into when they were (you guessed it) drinking. My whole life I’ve been exposed to drinking. My last girlfriend drank a lot and originally worked at a brewery. The past few months have had no shortage of reasons to drink.

I’ve been shaking and crying. I think it’s tired me out enough. I haven’t eaten or slept in a while.

[taestefully-in-luv]

Okay, our time chapter 2, analysis, go!:

Again, with the tension between JK and Misuk, makes a lot more sense, knowing what we know.

This is the freshest thing in my mind lol forgive me for going out of order but the drinking. Idk how I didn’t put it together sooner! All the empty (and full) beer bottles, soju bottles, the glass of vodka next to a shot bottle. All subtle hints to how he’s living. We don’t know what he’s doing when he isn’t with Y/N, so the chances of him going home and then drinking there is pretty high, I think.

Y/N’s mom also mentions how things are easier to get through when you’re, and I quote, “[…] together.” I think that’s a definite hint to them wanting Y/N and Jungkook back together. They obviously are already aware of the divorce at this point, so I think it was a subtle hint to OC that she needs to (should?) stay with Jungkook.

The scene where OC calls JK “Ribbit”! I believe he said something along the lines of, “I just really fucking missed you”, and though I’m sure he was talking about the three months Y/N was in a coma, I think it’s safe to say that he was 100% also talking about the time they spent apart after the divorce. Obviously, at this point it time, both us readers and Y/N are too in the dark about everything to look at anything deeper than just surface level, so this was a really neat way to include some foreshadowing without being super in your face with it.

I also don’t think I really have to mention the physical affection again, but I will, anyway. Jungkook pulling away during the kitchen-shoulder-massage scene makes a lot more sense now, since we know he was obviously like “oh shit I’ve gotten too comfortably too quickly fuck”, and then (effectively) trying to deflect by hugging OC again thereafter. The amount of sexual tension during their little “sleep over” scene, where they talk about the wedding, was literally killing me. The image about JK spreading his ⚪️⚪️⚪️ all over her killed me the first time and it killed me again this time lmfao.

Also, Jungkook’s jealousy (bc that’s obviously what it is, in hindsight) makes more sense now, too. When she brings up the guy she bumped into at the market, and insinuates that she might’ve been sleeping with him (and possibly others as well), Jungkook changes the conversation. Also mentioning how he doesn’t wanna talk about “[their]” past sex lives— because they were both, as Y/N puts it, involved with one another at some point as well.

I think that’s everything for this chapter 😭✋🏻

Lmk if I missed anything? Or just lmk how well I did?

Still obsessed with your writing </3

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chapter 2:

1. true…..but do we know everything? 👀

2. oh yes, our introduction to jungkooks apartment is the first huge sign that something is off with him! it’s supposed to represent everything he’s not (according to yn) but in ch 6 when we get his pov it gets talked about how this is his new normal and this is who he knows himself as now :/

3. it does seem like yn’s parents think that the best thing for yn and jk is to be together but they probably also don’t know everything. or maybe they do 👀 but we will see

4. exactly! in fact, yn even makes the connection that he was referring to the three months she was in the coma. because obviously for her, there’s no other reason for him to miss her that much

5. oh yes that little intrusive thought of hers was probably my own intrusive thought bc i added that detail in without thinking about it ahhahaha but it felt fitting so i kept it

6. he DEFINITELY got uncomfortable, yes. it’s one thing to keep their relationship a secret for obvious reasons but it sucked extra bad for him that he couldn’t give her a solid explanation for why he didn’t wanna hear about her possible sex life after him 🤷‍♀️ so changing the conversation is the the better route

it sounds like you got all the major stuff! it’s been a while so i can’t remember everything either but i’m sure you’ll have picked out more things as the chapters go 🥰

thank you for doing this btw 🥺 i’m having fun~

[haoaibai]

cw rant. cw parents, bullying & ableism (?)

since my birthday is a few days away now, i told my mom that i wanted an animal crossing birthday party and a cake and even if she didn’t order the cake, I’ll just have the cake toppers and stick it on my cake. either way is okay.

she goes ahead and asks me why i didn’t tell her sooner but what she doesn’t understand is that, we were ordering a limo to come to my house and go fun places and have the BEST time EVER, so that when I grow older in the future, I can remember all that and to live the best life. on top of that, we were buying a cake, party stuff, balloons, crowns, etc and stuff were OUT of stock and that I didn’t wanna ask and they didn’t see. I DID see a cake that had Tom nook a day ago but when I confirmed the order, it went out of stock FAST. that’s what I said and the MAIN reason why I couldn’t say.

she has the audacity to bring up my neurodivergency and goes “no wonder you’re not normal!” towards me knowing that i struggle with things. and then she goes “can’t you see thats for babies? you’re so old for that anyway..” and I told her, “but it’s my fixation game? getting a cake will just make it better because I’ll be really happy.” and she says, “you’re a fucking grown bitch. you’re not a kid anymore, youre a teen thats working, stop being childish. youre too fucking young for that. pick something else!!!” and then storming out the room.

i just feel really bad because when i was younger, when I played mario kart for the switch, isabelle was the first character that made me addicted to playing as her in the mario kart game and then, when I discovered SSB (smash bros for the 3ds and switch), I became obsessed with both male and female villager. so since they introduced me to animal crossing, that’s when I thought of getting a cake of them so that I can remind myself that nothing can stop me from loving the characters and the game.

SHE LITERALLY BROUGHT ME THE GAME. she KNOWS that I cannot HELP watching it ALL the time. she knows that i like Tom nook and wants his birthday balloon to carry to my work place with party bags but loads of people hate me for being different and neurodivergent. nobody really likes me. expect 2 people. so therefore I can’t do shit about it. I didn’t wanna be seen as the “weird autistic person who likes childish stuff”. but she makes me feel like that.

now I have to do my birthday without it for the last time, and then get it for my next birthday that’ll be next year in 12-13 months since it’s in February.

I just feel so bad and mad at myself for asking cause she brought up how autistic i am. and because she always gets angry for stuff I cannot control nor the amount of stuff I get told. nor my health issues and totally shutting down and lashing out on everyone when mad.

she gaslights me alot also. and is severely negative to me. so now I have to do my birthday without it and have a normal birthday in order to avoid being “weird” or seen as “not normal” and “stupid” and “socially acceptable.”

And she told me to stop watching those characters because they don’t “matter”. like alright i get that im retarded and a weirdo. no need to make me feel dread about it.