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codthefishgod · 3 months ago

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01. Do you have a good relationship with your parents? Uh, depends which ones you're talking about. Yes to some, no to others.

02. Who did you last say "I love you" to? My mum.

03. Do you regret anything? Is there anyone alive who doesn't?

04. Are you insecure? Sometimes. Not right now, though.

05. What is your relationship status? Single.

06. How do you want to die? When I'm ready to.

07. What did you last eat? An enchilada.

08. Played any sports? Played cross country for a little while.

09. Do you bite your nails? Yes. Not out of anxiety though, it's just a habit.

10. When was your last physical fight? No clue, probably around 12? My brother and I fought a lot until he moved in with my bio dad.

11. Do you like someone? In what way? Romantic? No. Platonic? Yes, I like my best friend.

12. Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? Yes.

13. Do you hate anyone at the moment? I find it very difficult to hate, honestly, even though I have very good reason to. No.

14. Do you miss someone? Sometimes.

15. Have any pets? No.

16. How exactly are you feeling at the moment? Neutral.

17. Ever made out in the bathroom? No.

18. Are you scared of spiders? Yes. If they're in a glass cage or outdoors not so much though.

19. Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? No.

20. Where was the last place you snogged someone? On the left, you'll see the sign, it says "Neverville".

21. What are your plans for this weekend? Finish my presentation, continue my rewatch of Gravity Falls, work on drawings I haven't finished, work on writing I haven't finished.

22. Do you want to have kids? How many? No.

23. Do you have piercings? How many? Two, one in each ear.

24. What is/are/were your best subject(s)? I excel a nearly equal amount in all of my classes. I don't think I could pick one out specifically and say it's my best one. We'll see though, the night's still young.

25. Do you miss anyone from your past? Same as 14.

26. What are you craving right now? Long term? Peace. Short term? That song I found last night, I really want to listen to it again so I can think about Faroff.

27. Have you ever broken someone's heart? It's possible, unfortunately don't have the means to ask. Not romantically though.

28. Have you ever been cheated on? No.

29. Have you ever made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? No.

30. What's irritating you right now? My hair.

31. Does somebody love you? Yes.

32. What is your favourite colour? Orange.

33. Do you have trust issues? I don't think so.

34. Who/what was your last dream about? Can't remember.

35. Who was the last person you cried in front of? My mum.

36. Do you give out second chances too easily? No. I have forgiveness, obviously, but there's a line there.

37. Is it easier to forgive or forget? Forget.

38. Is this year the best year of your life? Yeah, actually. A lot of good things have been going for me this year.

39. How old were you when you had your first kiss? Haven't had it, probably never will.

40. Have you ever walked outside completely naked? I don't think so, but I grew up on a farm in the middle of nowhere so that chance is higher than 0.

41. Favourite food? Tamales. And ravioli.

42. Do you believe everything happens for a reason? No.

43. What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? Took off my glasses.

44. Is cheating ever okay? No.

45. Are you mean? No.

46. How many people have you fist fought? None.

47. Do you believe in true love? Yes.

48. Favourite weather? In the early morning right after it's rained.

49. Do you like the snow? No.

50. Do you wanna get married? No.

51. Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? No.

52. What makes you happy? Faroff and my best friend.

53. Would you change your name? Absolutely, if it wasn't a pain in the ass.

54. Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? Yes, 'cause I haven't kissed anyone.

55. Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Tell them the feeling isn't mutual.

56. Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can act your complete self around? No.

57. Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? My stepdad.

58. Who's the last person you had a deep conversation with? Some online friends last night.

59. Do you believe in soulmates? No.

60. Is there anyone you would die for? I wouldn't know unless I was in that situation.

(Has anyone realised this is 60 questions not 70)

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

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lyaenidae · 1 year ago

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End of a family visit

On their last day in San Sequoia, after Kenta has left for work, Taku says he wants to see more of the city. "You could take us to see this neighbourhood you and Kenta have been talking about the whole time we've been here !"

"Oh, I didn't think you'd actually be interested !" she answers, pleasantly surprised. "Well of course, Miki" says her mum from the breakfast table. "You said that's where you've been thinking of buying a house, we would love to see the area !"

And for once, Miki doesn't feel as if her mum is trying to live vicariously through her, but thinks they are genuinely interested in what excites her. It might help a bit as well that Miki's dad went home early that morning so she doesn't have to worry about her parents arguing that day. So she accepts.

On the walk, she explains that Kenta himself oversees this part of the city as an urban designer and tells them all about the great things he's been putting in place to make the area more green. And of course, speaking of the devil, they somehow spot him, on a bridge he recently got repaired.

It's the greatest opportunity to hear about all the changes the city has been undergoing. They look around a bit more before sitting down on a bench not far from a play park. Kenta get very animated talking about the green initiatives, his passion for it coming out clearly in the way he talks about it.

"So do you really think you'd want to buy property here instead of coming back to Komorebi to be closer to family ?" "Oh well, I guess it's something we'd have to discuss a bit more, Miki and I, to understand where we both stand on this, but luckily, San Sequoia isn't too far from where you all live, only a short plane ride or boat crossing away really. I think it helps a great deal in even considering doing this to be honest."

"And it's not to say that we would stay here forever, I just think this is somewhere we could thrive in. There's tons to do here, back home, it's not exactly the same... I don't know..." he finishes, quite hesitant, looking to Miki for help. She was completely focused on the way he was exploring their future together without ever doubting their relationship and thinking of how much she'd love to get married to him... "I definitely feel good here. I knew, three months after leaving Komorebi that I'd probably have to settle somewhere else. It wasn't easy to become myself and stay true to what I wanted when I was surrounded by so many opinions..." she realises as she's saying it that she really can see herself building a life here in San Sequoia with Kenta.

"Let's just say, for now it's an exciting future to consider, but I would never want us to compromise too much, and definitely not without talking extensively about it beforehand." Kenta now looks a bit more sure of himself. It's a conversation they'll need to keep having, but he can feel that they're on the same page already. "I trust Miki, and our relationship, I'm sure we'll find out what works for us ultimately" he assures, getting up to give her a kiss on the cheek.

Jenna and Taku look at each other, knowing very well that this is the beginning of something for the couple. After all, they've both given their blessing for them to get married, it's not like they were expecting anything different. Then they get up and start walking towards the lake, laughing at the ducks, while Miki and Kenta stay behind for a little while.

#takaofamily #sims4 #sims4gameplay #vanillagameplay #kentatakao #vanilla #gen2 #sansequoia #mikiakiyama

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ghostsxagain · 2 years ago

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@glimpse0fus asked: honor & zeppelin for the ship meme

Who would be the big spoon/little spoon? Zeppelin almost always Who would wake up first? Zeppelin gets up earlier for work but they both get up for their kids without issue Do they have nicknames for each other? I could totally see them with sticky sweet nicknames XD How do they apologize after an argument? They don't argue a whole lot but they are both quick to apologize and literally kiss & make up. Very snuggly and affectionate What would they be like as parents? They're such good parents. It's clear they both wanted kids. They're attentive and patient; they're firm when they need to be but so loving. Who is more romantic? Literally both of them lol What sort of gifts do they get for each other? They don't have a lot of money in the beginning so they stick to simple gifts, carefully tailored to the other, be that a personal interest or a practical item Who gets jealous easiest? Honor Who gets more excited for events e.g.. Birthdays, Christmas? Honor, only slightly more though hehe. They go all out for events with the fam Who is the most adventurous? Zeppelin (it's that Leery blood) Who is the most protective? Zeppelin What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts? I think they would have gotten on beautifully as kids. I could see them being friends for a long time, meeting in elementary school and immediately falling for the other. They never dated anyone else either - they knew they were made for each other :')) Who uses all the hot water? Their daughters lol Who would accidentally set the kitchen on fire whilst cooking? At the beginning of their relationship probably Zepp but he learned quickly Who initiates sexy times the most? Oh they can't keep their hands off each other. It's very even LOL Who is more dominant? I think neither. They switch up dominance depending on mood What would they do if the other one was hurt? Drop everything to take care of them Who gives nose/forehead kisses? Zepp gives her forehead kisses almost every time he passes her What their biggest fight was/will be about: okay we've been skirting around this... from what I remember it starts small ISH and just spirals until they end up saying really hurtful things to each other (he'd say something about being 'stuck' with her, she'd say her dad was right about him, etc)

BONUS #1: Song to sum them up? True Love by Glenn Frey BONUS #2: A head canon? As their girls get older, Honor & Zeppelin make sure to encourage their freedom. Because they don't hold on too tight, the girls willingly carve out family time, which they all take very seriously. Could be game night, could be movie night - hell sometimes its going to a concert together

BOTTOM LINE: Do I ship it? Forever and always I will ship them. YES

#{zeppelin & honor}#glimpse0fus #meme reply #Im obsessed with them kbye

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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 2 years ago

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House husband jade house husband jade

(I find the way of the house husband hilarious)

Househusband Octotrio

Combining 3 in one here, Very trio centric

Azul

He's not a total Househusband, he has a business to run.

Still, he is amazing at housework. Everything is meticulous and organized for maximum efficiency, the nerd even calculated it. You both probably also have a pet Roomba that drifts around on occasion.

Azul is also an amazing cook from his years of owning and working in restaurants. He will wear the frilly apron and cook healthy, hearty meals that still taste great. He is waiting for his praises. Please praise him for his work, he needs it.

Also hard-core mom energy. It's kinda cute. He will make you eat some veggies and you better sit up straight, that shrimp posture is no good for your back! Also lectures you if you're working too hard, he loves you and wants you with him.

Gets everything on the grocery list for a good price and the highest quality where it matters. He will even get you snacks. I can see him after he's done with all his chores acting like a wine mom watching true crime drink in hand while reading a book. Or in this case, watching Shrimplicity, the most popular show in the Coral Sea, reviewing contracts, and sipping on a drink that pairs well with his chicken nuggies.

Imagine him at the end of the day taking off your coat and hanging it up, asking how your day was, and giving you a kiss on the cheek. When you have to go out for the day, he makes sure you look your best, even fixing your collar, cuffs, and tie before smooching you goodbye.

All in all, he's more of a traditional househusband.

With Kids:

Man's a textbook father. He has read every book, watched every video, and also asked his mom, step-dad, and grandma about raising children. He's almost too good.

So much exposure to all sorts of healthy foods and is probably a Pinterest mom with lots of activities and playtime focused on developing motor skills. The baby/ies is/are the healthiest in the world. He makes sure to read to them and never baby-talks them either.

Bedtime stories with lots of big words are common. He would even have them on his lap as he mixes potions while explaining how to make them and what they do. But most importantly he makes sure to tell his child/ren how much he loves them. He feels like he never says it enough.

100% would have the kid/s on his lap during a deal to coerce the client into signing a deal. Come awwwhnnn look at their cute little faces. He has money to make, do you want them to starve?? How could he be so evil with such adorable children?? And the children also have the most judgemental stare.

The kiddos will definitely grow up very loved and accepting of themselves. As they get older they are taught responsibility and chores. They are given a good allowance and strict rules that Azul encourages them to negotiate so they can practice for the real world.

The day his kid/s end up triggering their mer form during bathtime, he cries. The little chubby octomer— a form that he once despised— in the tub is his, and he loves them so much. It reminds him of how he looked like as a kid and it opens his eyes a bit to how harsh he was being to himself. Whenever he doubts himself or insecurity builds, he remembers his kiddo/s and how they're so much like him. Hating himself is also hating them. He swears that he will teach them, self-love.

Overall he's an amazing househusband that's even better with kiddies.

Floyd

I cannot see him being 100% a Househusband. He's probably still Azul's lackey for beating people up when it gets too boring. Not to say he couldn't be a househusband— just probably not full-time.

You have a very… eccentric house husband to say the least. He's definitely not like other house spouses. Rather than neat and tidy you probably have a semi-organized mess. Occasional decorative nick-nacks here and there which may be an acquired taste… theme does not exist to this man, he puts all the things he likes into one place like a fandom blog.

Cooking-wise, sometimes it may be better to eat out. There are some times when he either forgets to cook or ignores it because he's bored, which just means it's a take-out day. Other times his cooking is like his mood. Floyd can really cook something decent if he tries. Hell, he can also probably hunt some high-quality fish to eat raw. Regardless when he tries the food isn't perfect, but that just makes it better.

When the cooking isn't so great… be prepared. It can either be like eating cardboard or dumpster water. One time he served you a hotdogs sausage that had spaghetti going through it and you haven't been the same since.

Oh yeah, when grocery shopping he's super sketchy. "Hey hey you got any of that white stuff? White an' granulated?" "Sir we do not have that.." "No flour? Aw man I was gonna make a cake… or well try to.~" Everyone thinks that he's up to something. It's even worse when neighbors greet you and he comes off as threatening. You've gotten several noise complaints too. And police called because people thought the bite marks on you were from Floyd hurting you. No, he's just demanding attention and giving love.

With kids:

He WILL bring any kids you have along to his work and show them how it's done. If he can't hold them, he'll plop em on a chair or give them to uncle Jade as he just beats the absolute shit outta someone. He's not raising weaklings. If they can crawl they can brawl

He encourages his kids to have fun and make a mess. Oh, you wanna use mustard as paint? Count him in! You wanna try adding some meat to the cake? Let's make the weirdest cake ever then!

The kid/s are always encouraged to be kid/s and to be themselves. He jokes with them and genuinely listens to their interests. He's a dad when it matters and will go to a boring dance recital and probably get escorted out for going up there to join them.

Silly bedtime stories and play-wrestling are common. Oftentimes the house is a wreck afterward but when is it not? Floyd teaches the kids how to fight early on by wrestling them. Sometimes neighbors get concerned about how he manhandles the little one/s but he's surprisingly safe about it. Yeah, he's holding the baby like a gun and pretending to shoot people, but the neck is supported.

Floyd is impatient when the kid's merform doesn't trigger quickly. He would often throw them in the pool or bath randomly in hopes to see them. One day he sees a little eel in the tub and immediately gets excited and starts cooing over them. He promises to teach you all how to swim very good, yeah?

Chaotic good dad that gives their kids lots of fun memories and stories to tell.

Jade

S+ Househusband. Man's practically a butler already, house husbanding is child's play to him.

You think Azul was tidy? Jade is meticulous and probably moves the fridge and oven weekly to clean behind there as well. Dust is not a concept to him at all. There are no need for Roombas when Jade exists. Do not mess up his arrangements or orders of things, he gets very annoyed because his way makes the most sense to him. If you're short he might put stuff you use a lot on the top shelf.

The home has a very earthy theme too. It's no secret he adores terrariums and nature. You may have a moss wall and a lot of houseplants and mini terrariums too. The air in your house is crisp.

His cooking is incredible as always, and his foraging has never stopped. A lot of ingredients used he may have grown or foraged himself. Please compliment his mushroom dishes, it makes him really happy and he may tell you everything he knows about them too. Overall you have very tasty and balanced meals every day.

Jade is also misunderstood and considered the scary one of the household. To be fair he does encourage that image by messing with others for his amusement. Oh, the neighbors saw him covered in blood through the window because he was butchering a steak? He'll play into it to watch them squirm. He'll change his wordings to sound sincere yet threatening too.

Coupon god when grocery shopping, though it's rare for him to go shopping in big stores. He loves farmer's markets and is especially good at haggling prices. I can see him also selling and exchanging mushrooms there too in his own little stand. Raw milk and honey, fresh fruit and veggies, along with some high-quality meat? Loves it. As a regular, he gets discounts too. Definitely jokes with his regular shopkeepers by pretending to be scary, it's an inside joke.

An ideal house husband really. He's absolutely terrifying to everyone else but is sweet and loving with you. Lots of friendly banter too, he is a tease after all.

With kids

An ideal yet strange dad? Your kids always seem perfect with him, it's strange. Perhaps the kid or kids you have will inherit Jade's ability to seem calm.

Like his parents, he will train any kids you have at a young age in self-defense. Kid's gonna be a black belt in everything at age 7.

Surprisingly good with children and it still feels surreal that he has little ones. He does everything he can to make them as healthy as possible as babies. Plenty of meat, plenty of veggies, mushrooms, and all sorts of playtime activities to make them strong.

He would encourage any hobbies the kid/s may have and support their interests completely. Goes to any plays or piano recitals.

Jade teaches responsibility first and foremost. There are certain things you have to do and certain actions have consequences. He teaches them all kinds of things from chores to cooking to camping to swimming in the ocean. What to do, how to do it, and when to do it. Of course, he doesn't tell them everything as he doesn't want his kids to be completely dependent on him and lets them try or think of new solutions.

Don't think his intimidating self disappears with his kids. If anything they inherited it. He will tell them scary bedtime stories that they adore and they mimic dads "scary voice".

"Let's say you have 5 eels in your reef and a shark devours two of them, a sad day undersea… but how many remain?" "Two! Two!" "...Correct little one, smart as ever."

Jade is surprised he manages to find someone he trusted enough to start a family and he adores you both so much. You all go to the beach or the Coral Sea often so the children can see their grandparents and explore their other homes. One day, in the shallows as Jade, was curled around the little thing in eel form, did they change as well. The kid was surprised and a bit scared at first, but Jade scooped them up and held them. It's time to teach them everything there is to being an eel.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #weebgod #floyd leech #jade leech #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader

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cagenewman · 2 months ago

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I'd say that it's pretty safe to assume that I'm crazy about you girls when I say that I don't mind pulling your hair out of the drain or the one million bottles of shampoo in the shower, Rosalyn wanting to paint my toe nails, making me try out her new lip gloss… I'm pretty in love with you guys. Yeah, see? Besides, the keeping you warm part is fun for me, anyway, so I don't mind. I'd be happy to wrap you up and smother you with kisses or rub your back or whatever it is that's going to keep you from turning into a Cordelia-shaped popsicle. I know, I'm dreading the day that she comes home from school and tells me that a boy chased her around the playground and tugged at her hair, because you know that I'm going to be thinking about chasing you around the playground and what that meant for us long term. I… guess you're right about that, yeah. That's one thing we don't have to worry about with our kids, they're growing up and living in a house where their parents have lived a normal, healthy, loving relationship. And not every kid can say that. So that does make me feel a little bit better. It's a weird feeling, isn't it? When Colton's mom sent me the paper work for all of that, when she signed over all rights to him, gave up on being his mom, it was such a surreal feeling, just realizing that I loved him with my whole heart and she didn't love him at all. Or at least it felt like that. I'm sure you kind of felt the same way with Rosalyn, right? No, I think -- as much as I wish we could say, hey, I'm your dad, that's it, I think it's her right to know. Her right to decide what to do with that information, I would never want to take that away from her. I am interested. There's really no part of you that I'm not interested in learning about, you know? Including what you look like with a baby bump. I don't want to just make sure that you're healthy, I want to make sure that I am, too. I know we talk a lot about your biological clock, and I know it's different for men and women, but if we're very serious about this, then I want to cut out drinking except for the occasional beer here and there, glass of wine with dinner. And the smokes. I'll admit that I've been hitting those a little harder than I probably should lately. No, that makes sense -- and so does tracking everything, I just … feel like a little bit of a hypocrite if I'm lecturing my son about safe sex and then playing Russian roulette with my boys and your eggs. Just saying.

That's true, I have patronized my own brother's muffin stand, and I'm pretty sure that he would just give them to me for free if I asked, but we're going to have blueberry muffins for breakfast every day this week. Although with schools being closed tomorrow, I kind of figured that we could spend the rest of Creek Fest just enjoying everything we can? I should probably work a shift or two at the shop, but if you wanted to come in with me, we can do husband-and-wife tag team and convince people to buy all my things. I… don't know what Kellan's into? I know it sounds cliche, but I genuinely think that he's more into personality than he is looks, you know? Good people, humble people, down to earth people who aren't after is money or blueberry fortune. I know, I know, I do, but we had also known each other since we were kids and I just… don't know where his head is at. I knew where my head was at, I knew that I loved you, I knew that I was ready, and more importantly, I knew that you were ready. I'm actually pretty sure that you were ready before I was. I think that's what bothers me, is that he went behind our backs. Which I get, he's a teenager, he's going to do that, but it stung, you know? I think talking to him together is a good idea. He's still grounded, though. Another week after Creek Fest. Bribing might work… but again, teenaged boy, do you really think that's going to stop him from doing anything?

No, you haven't, but I'm just saying that you can't start now. Too late, not that I think you're going to, but figured it's kind of one of those -- let me point out the obvious. Wait till you have to pull out more blonde hair out of the drain because Rosalyn's hair is getting longer and it's just as blonde as mine. Maybe every once and a while I could get along with going outside and letting you keep me warm in between since I don't see us taking long to grill the steaks. Mainly because we'd be grilling a burger or hot dog for Rosalyn since she's not quite up to chomping on a whole steak yet. She likes a few bites but that's about it, nor is it enough to keep her belly filled. It's only a matter of time before crushes are going to happen, even at a young age. She likes dancing, a lot, she also really enjoys gymnastics, and that will keep her busy if she's always doing that. Men are assholes, but not all men, but it's something we're inevitably going to have to deal with when she comes home and says she likes a boy from kindergarten and then says she loves a boy, even though she won't have a clue what that means, but will be going off of seeing us in a healthy relationship. It'll be cute, and you will not be attempting to strike the fear into a five year old when that time comes. Nor sending her older brother to do just that either. You don't have to worry about that, he signed his rights away all too easily, he has no plans on coming back for her, and you don't have to worry about coming up against walls that will suddenly make everything harder. It's selfish that I wish I could just legally put you on the birth certificate and let you be the father, but given later in life, depending on health she has a right to know, I know that we will have to be honest. You haven't, and honestly, I loved being pregnant with her. Okay, I grumbled but I was on my feet working two jobs, I was tired, but it went really well. I have ultrasounds and photos I can show you if you're interested. Aside from needing the epidural everything went smoothly, so I'm not really worried about pregnancy other than how difficult it might be getting pregnant the older I get. You'll always make sure I'm safe and healthy, but you also have to be calm. We may only get one shot at this and I want you to enjoy this, ever moment of it. When it happens. I can talk to my doctor, see what she says about coming off birth control, I don't want to do it this near the wedding in case it could mess with hormones without discussing it with her first. I mean.. not necessarily, there are techniques of taking temperatures and tracking cycles to make sure you're not having sex when you're likely to get pregnant. It's a natural form of birth control, apparently. Something I can talk to the doctor about, I will make an appointment this upcoming week or next.

Kellan will survive it's not like he doesn't end up baking the blueberries into delicious muffins to sell, so he can't be that heartbroken! Is that what he's into blondes? Because I have a few friends who are blonde. Or is he a brunette? Red head? I'm just saying I have friends of all kinds. I would like to enjoy our honeymoon, and I can get a leave from school due to it, but I want to celebrate Colton so I'm figuring after the fact. I get it, but kids at this age feel like they're much more grown up then they are. I mean, I hate to be the one to point it out but I was fifteen when we -- you know... decided we were ready for those adult steps. I'm not saying we should encourage it, of course, but we need to be more level headed because it's not something you want to traumatize him with or embarrass him. Think talking to him together might be good, or I can talk to him first and then you come in and we talk together, set some ground rules. Mainly because I get there's always chances it could happen, but in our house, there's rules to be respected. If he's watching his sister there's no sneaking off with the girlfriend to get handsy, Rosalyn's safety comes first. There's also just general respect for his body and her body. So maybe, going at it from that way and it will hold him off for awhile longer. If not, thinking bribing will work? No sex until after eighteen and you'll get so much money for a car or something? Maybe not the best idea but I'm thinking off the top of my head here.

#talking with cordelia

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helloalycia · 4 years ago

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The Wrong Lifetime – One // Wanda Maximoff

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author’s note: here’s the long-awaited first chapter! i do hope you all enjoy!

Also a quick one – Y/B/N = your brother’s name, Y/M/N = your mother’s name and Y/D/N = your dad’s name

"You move anymore and you're gonna hit a waiter."

I gave my brother a disapproving look as he grinned at my dismay. "Easy for you to say. You're wearing a suit and not a dress that's heavier than your body."

He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and squeezed it gently. "Y/N, you complain too much. Look where we are! You need to learn to enjoy yourself."

Taking a look around the room, I saw a hall filled with people I didn't know mingling with one another. Flutes of champagne were on almost every hand and laughter filled the air as everybody enjoyed their evening, soaking in the luxuries of a ball somebody I didn't know was hosting. Orchestral music was drowned out by conversations and servers moved through the hall like mice, scuttling around and constantly topping up champagne. I wasn't a fan, as usual.

"Are you both ready? Your father is bringing the Maximoffs here any second," my mother's voice grabbed my attention. "Y/N, at least try to look happy to be here."

I forced a smile, making her give me a knowing look before looking to my brother and fixing his tie.

"You both know how important this is," she told us for the millionth time, fussing over my brother's appearance. "They're expecting–"

"Well-behaved, respectful individuals," I finished for her. "We know, mum. You've told us only a gazillion times."

She pressed her lips together, hands on her hips as her eyes fell to me, displeased. "If this engagement is to go as planned, I need you on your best behaviour."

"I'm always on my best behaviour," I reassured her. "But okay. I'll lighten up."

"Thank you," she said with a grateful smile, before glancing over her shoulder. "Okay. Here they come. Smiles, please."

My brother looked to me, showing me his teeth. "Is there anything in my teeth?"

I cracked a smile to make myself feel better. "Gums."

He gave me a disappointed look. "You know men don't like women who are smart arses."

I rolled my eyes at his comment, knowing men didn't like women who didn't like men. But, of course, I didn't say that.

All her and my dad had been talking about for the past few weeks was this engagement. My brother, a very successful author, was to be engaged to his publisher's twin sister, some girl called Wanda. The Maximoffs were an esteemed family and their unification with ours was in everyone's best interests, especially my brother's who was one of the most eligible bachelors in the city.

I didn't know much about the Maximoffs, only that their son and my brother's 'boss', if you will, Pietro, ran a successful publishing house. It had been in their family name since their parents emigrated to England from Sokovia when Pietro and Wanda were children. They'd built themselves up from nothing and were now high members of society, the perfect family to be involved with.

Y/B/N was to be engaged to Wanda, their daughter, since she was getting to that age where they wanted to find someone for her. My brother's name was put into the mix when Pietro recommended him and the rest was history.

Tonight was the first unofficial meeting with them and my mother had been nonstop lecturing me on the dos and don't's of how to act, as if I was a child that couldn’t behave. Of course, it was only a mere greeting. The true engagement was to be proposed tomorrow night, but that didn't matter to my fussy mother who was insistent on making a good impression.

I found myself straightening up and pressing my hands down my dress to rid it of creases as my brother adjusted his blazer. The Maximoffs were being led our way by my father, the four of them all with smiles on their lips and flutes of champagne in their hands.

"Dear, I would like to introduce you to Mr and Mrs Maximoff and their lovely children, Pietro and Wanda," my dad introduced, stopping before us, before looking to the Maximoffs. "This is my family. My wife, Y/M/N, and my children, Y/N and Y/B/N."

"Please, call me Oleg and my wife Iryna," the twins' father, Oleg, said with a kind smile. He held out his hand to my mother, adding, "It's a pleasure, Y/M/N."

They shook hands and then looked to my brother and I, exchanging quick greetings with us. As they were saying something to my brother, probably gushing over his writing as everyone did, I took a look at the quiet twins behind them.

I vaguely recognised the guy and his striking silver hair from my brother's work, knowing he was Pietro. But I'd never seen the girl before and knew immediately that if I had, I wouldn't forget her face. She was stunning, it didn't take a genius to see that. But not the stunning that you glanced once at and forgot about. No, she was the stunning that knocked the breath out of you and made you forget what your name was.

"...lovely to meet you again!" my brother was saying all the right things to impress his soon-to-be in-laws, but it went over me as I found myself unable to tear my gaze from this mystery woman.

Further introductions went on in the background, before the green eyes I was so enthralled with were looking my way, making me blink suddenly. I instantly looked away, afraid I'd been caught, and zoned back into the conversation that was taking place.

"It's great to finally put a name to a face," the girl, Wanda, was saying to my brother with a honey sweet smile and sultry Russian-accented voice, and judging by his expression, he was just as caught up in her beauty as I was. "I look forward to getting to know you more."

"And I you," he returned with his signature grin.

Her eyes fell to mine once again, lips curving into an amused smile. "And of course, Y/B/N's beautiful sister, Y/N. How lucky a man he must be to have a sister as stunning as you."

The others chuckled, clearly taken by Wanda's smooth way with words. In their eyes, it was flattery at its finest. After all, she was to be welcomed into our family and sucking up to the sister was the best way forward. But I guess, I'd like to believe that there was some truth to her words as her entrancing green eyes sparkled with delight.

"You don't need to win over my sister to get on my good side," Y/B/N joked before I could speak, stealing Wanda's attention away momentarily.

She suppressed a laugh, tilting her head as she studied him with an unreadable expression, before looking to me with curious eyes.

"Thank you for your kind words, Wanda," I finally said to her, offering a small smile.

"Anytime," she quipped, biting her lip to contain her smile.

It was oh so wrong of me to even slightly check her out as she did, knowing that it was not only inappropriate since she was to be my brother's bride, but also wrong since she was a girl and I wasn't supposed to do this. A heat crept up neck as I avoided her teasing gaze, wondering if she knew what she was doing or if she was just a naturally flirty person.

"I'm Pietro," her brother spoke, making me look up again. He was directing a charming smile my way as he continued, "It's an honour to finally meet my best author's younger sister."

I put out my hand for him to shake, but he simply grabbed it and pressed a gentle kiss to the top. I flushed at the contact, a nervous smile on my lips.

"Er, it's nice to meet you, too, Pietro," I returned, subtly wiping my hand when he let go of it.

The twins stood side by side, smiling our way, and I realised just why all the chatter in our social circles revolved around them. Charming, distinguished, good-looking – they were the whole package.

Our parents continued to talk, catching up and talking about stuff I didn't care much for. Every now and then, Y/B/N would chime in if a question was directed his way, or Pietro would add his two cents, or Wanda would say something funny, and I would pretend to get along with all of them when I so desperately wished to go home and go to sleep.

Admittedly, my eyes veered over to my soon-to-be sister-in-law every now and then, unable to look away. She was drop dead gorgeous, with bright hazel eyes that looked green like the earth at this moment, and long brown hair that was pulled back out of her face, revealing her charming smile. Sometimes, when she would smile really widely, a dimple would expose itself on her left cheek at the corner of her mouth, and I was sure that nothing else was cuter than that. Y/B/N was one lucky man.

"...would love for you all to come to our home tomorrow evening for dinner," my father was inviting them all over, bringing me back to reality. "It'll be a great way to get to know each other in a more intimate setting. And it'll give the kids a better chance to get to know each other."

Iryna smiled brightly. "We would love to, Y/D/N. Tomorrow evening is great."

"Perfect," my mum said excitedly. "We'll see you all then."

"Do enjoy the rest of your evening," Oleg said, looking to us all, before looking to my brother. "And Y/B/N, it was good to meet you tonight. I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow."

"You, too, sir," Y/B/N said, shaking his hand with a smile. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Oleg and Iryna gave us all a smile before turning to leave. Pietro and Wanda did the same, though when Wanda's eyes flickered to mine, she waved her fingers slowly and with a playful smile on her lips. My mouth opened slightly, unsure what to do or say, but nobody seemed to notice as she turned and left, leaving me standing there with confusion.

"Well, I think that went well," my mum said, and I tore my gaze from Wanda's retreating form. "Couldn't have gone better actually."

"I agree," my dad said, wrapping an arm around my mum's waist with a smile. "Tomorrow night will be splendid." He looked to Y/B/N. "What did you think of Wanda, son?"

Y/B/N looked like he was on top of the world with his love struck smile and relaxed posture. "She's beautiful. And did you hear that accent? Wonderful."

My mother chuckled. "How sweet. You're already smitten."

"What did you think of her, Y/N?" my brother asked, and all eyes fell to me.

I straightened up. "Oh, I– er– she's very nice. A beautiful young woman."

"Right?" he said in agreement. "I feel like she really likes you, too. How cool is that? You guys can become friends and be, like, close sister-in-laws."

I forced a small smile. "Yeah. Something like that."

Of course, for everyone's benefit, getting along with Wanda Maximoff was the best bet. But something about her was different and I was yet to discover what.

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The following evening was when we saw the Maximoffs next. As invited, they turned up at our front door dressed less glamorously than last night, given the occasion, but appearing just as excited. Our servants were quick to take their jackets and hang them up elsewhere as we exchanged greetings in the hall.

The Maximoff parents were genuinely kind and humbling people to be around, I'd come to learn that when they thanked our servants for their help and asked them how their day was, making friendly chatter. Not many people did that when entering our home – it was certainly refreshing to see. They greeted Y/B/N and I kindly before moving onto our parents.

The Maximoff children were just as kind, though with a hint of mischief in their stride as they moved to greet my brother and I. Pietro approached me first, lips pulling into a smile as he bowed playfully. In the corner of my eye, I could see Wanda and Y/B/N exchanging greetings.

"It's a pleasure to be in your presence yet again, Y/N," Pietro said generously. "You look lovely this evening."

A smile appeared on my lips at his kind eyes. "Thank you, Pietro. You look very handsome this evening also."

"Apparently it's lamb for dinner, is that true?" he asked, taking me by surprise. I wasn't sure if he was serious, but when his sister slapped him on the arm, I figured he was.

"Don't be greedy, Piet," she scolded him like this was a regular thing.

"What? It was a simple question," he said with a shrug, before looking to my brother with a grin. "Ah, Y/B/N Y/L/N, my favourite writer."

As he moved over to greet him, Wanda looked over to me with a knowing smile.

"It's good to see you again," she said softly, maintaining eye contact.

"You, too," I played along with whatever was happening, the usual script at a time like this. "I'm sure tonight will be something special for you and my brother. It's good to have you here."

She tilted her head intimidatingly. "Bol'shoye tebe spasibo."

I raised my eyebrows, intrigued by her ability to change languages so smoothly. Though, it made sense since she was Sokovian, making Russian her first language. Didn't make it any easier to not be attracted to though.

"I'm sorry," I apologised. disguising my attraction with genuine confusion. "What does that mean?"

She smiled, a hint of smugness present as she answered, "Thank you very much. That's what it means."

I pressed my lips together, humming in response. She held my gaze for a second longer than usual and I wanted to look away, but I was drawn in by the beautiful golden flecks swirled into her irises, captivating and chilling all at once. She didn't seem uncomfortable with the eye contact, instead revelling in it with a content smirk when she saw me squirm. I ended up looking away first, unable to hold a pretty girl's gaze for more than a few seconds without panicking.

"I have something to show you!" my brother was saying excitedly to Pietro. "It's in my study, c'mon."

The two of them wandered off before my mum could stop them.

"Don't be too long, boys!" she called after them, before sighing and looking to Wanda and I. "Y/N, dear, why don't you show Wanda around upstairs, maybe? Hopefully the boys should be back after that and we can all eat dinner together."

I swallowed hard, glancing at a still-smirking Wanda, before looking back to my mum. "Erm, are you sure?"

"Yes, yes, go on, it'll give you ladies a chance to get to know each other better!" she insisted, before ushering me away. "Don't take too long though. Dinner will be ready soon."

Licking my lips nervously, I nodded, watching my mum return to the conversation my dad and Wanda's parents were having. They were led into the living room as Wanda and I were left standing in the hall, her waiting for me to say something.

"This way, I guess," I got out awkwardly, purposely avoiding her eyes as I motioned to the grand staircase.

"After you," she said politely, and I said nothing as I took the lead.

I ended up showing her around the upstairs rooms, including the library we had and the many guest rooms. It was a big home with lots to show for it, so the tour wasn't too boring.

Wanda stayed quiet throughout it, sometimes dropping in a comment or question every now and then, but otherwise listening intently as I explained everything as interestingly as I could. When she did speak, she would leave me fumbling for words or forgetting how to speak altogether. I wondered if she was teasing me on purpose, wanting to get a rise out of her soon-to-be sister-in-law, or if she just wasn't aware of what she was doing.

But every time her mischievous gaze fell to me with a matching smile, I knew that she had to be aware of her actions. Nobody was that teasing without wanting to be. So, that led me to my next question. Why?

Eventually, the last room on the tour was my bedroom. I stepped inside first, holding the door open for her as she followed after and looked around with amusement.

"This is your room," she stated, feet taking her further inside as she took in the appearance of my desk, my bed and my wardrobe. "Fascinating."

I was curious to know what she meant by that, but realising that this woman was an enigma in more ways than one, I knew she wouldn't give me a straight answer. So, I said nothing as I followed after her, remaining close as she soaked in my belongings.

Stopping at my desk, her eyes gazed over the papers spilling from closed notebooks, books marked with string and pens littered across the wood. Thankfully, nothing was open and she didn't seem to be the nosy type, so had no intention of going through anything.

"I see you like writing," she noticed, fingers hovering above the notebooks but not quite making a move to touch them. "Runs in the family, doesn't it?"

"I guess," I said, unsure what she wanted to hear.

She looked up at me, smile tugging at her lips. The same damned smile that had been directed at me since she got here.

"Do you write like your brother?"

I tried not to laugh. "More like he writes like me."

She watched me closely, amusement dancing in her eyes. "He's the author in the family."

I mirrored her smile, though mine was fake. "Published author, love. Doesn't make him the only one."

A chuckle flew from her lips as she looked across my messy desk again, clearly not offended by the hint of annoyance in my voice. I shouldn't have been so offended by her words – she didn't know anything about me – but it always ground my gears when people stuck up for Y/B/N like he was God's gift.

"Do you write?" I asked, half interested and half wanting to change the subject. The least I could do was try to get to know her a little better.

"I prefer painting," she answered without mischief. "It's my favourite thing to do."

Her eyes lit up at the mere mention of art, but she did a good job at reigning it in. She was still studying the books on my desk, distracting herself with the spines instead of facing me.

"And what do you like to paint?" I asked, genuinely interested now that I was beginning to see her actually fond of something that didn't involve making me flustered.

She shrugged, but I knew it was a pretence. "Scenery. Landscapes. We have a beautiful garden at home and it's a pleasure to paint." She finally met my eyes again, a smile of adoration on her lips as she continued talking about the garden. "The flowers, the trees, the little pond we have. It's the perfect subject."

The smile that appeared on my lips was automatic as her passion for her hobby was contagious. The way her whole face lit up, eyes bright with excitement and lips unable to do anything but smile, was intoxicating and I tried not to get lost in the moment. It was true though, what people said. Nobody looked more beautiful than when talking about something they loved.

"I’d love to see your work sometime," I told her earnestly.

Playfulness returning, she hummed in agreement. "Only if I can see yours."

I laughed, looking down at my shoes. "Maybe not."

"Well, that's a shame," she said, still playful, though when I looked up, I almost believed her.

She did that thing again, where she stared at me and held my gaze as if reading my innermost private thoughts. Intimidating wasn't the word, yet it was the only one in my mind as I watched her attempt to decipher me. Clearing my throat, I looked away, suddenly aware of how close she was stood.

"So, my brother," I changed the subject yet again, noticing the entertained expression she wore. "You like him?"

"We are to be engaged, are we not?" she asked with a quirked brow, like the answer was obvious.

I hid the smile from my lips. "That's not what I asked, love."

She licked her lips, pursing them as she saw what I was trying to do. My eyes were immediately drawn to her mouth as she did, and I almost forgot to look away until she started speaking again.

"My parents arranged this," she admitted, not losing composure. "Y/B/N is a gentleman and he seems like a kind man."

I noticed how she still avoided answering the question, but decided not to say anything about it. My eyes studied her curiously though, wondering why exactly she'd agreed to the marriage then. Maybe it was a sense of duty, like every woman had nowadays. Eventually my time would come too and maybe I would be stuck in the same position as her.

"I adore his writing though," she added, like she needed to say something genuine to make up for her lack of answer.

"You and every other woman in the city," I mumbled knowingly.

Wanda let out a breathy laugh. "I'm aware of his many admirers, yes, but can you blame them? He has such a fantastic way with words. And don't get me started on that first piece he ever wrote..." Her eyes rolled back with satisfaction. "It's my favourite. I had no idea who he was back then, but the words he wrote were enough to make me fall in love. I guess it's convenient that my new husband is to be your brother, the author."

I crossed my arms as I leaned against the desk, trying not to break out into laughter. Not because of Wanda's words – they were actually quite sweet – but because of the whole situation. It was hilarious to me, since I was the reason Y/B/N got his big break as a writer anyway.

Following in our father's footsteps, Y/B/N wrote manuscript after manuscript with hopes of getting published. But unfortunately, he never got anywhere with it. I was also a writer, having been taught by my father like Y/B/N when I was a young girl, but unlike him, I was told to stop when I got older because it was 'unladylike' and 'not a woman's place'. That didn't stop me however, and I continued to write like no tomorrow.

Y/B/N's big break, and the first manuscript of his that got published by Pietro – ironically the one that Wanda was discussing right now – was written by me. I gave it to my brother, hoping he could get inspiration. He ended up sending that in and getting signed because of my work. And even now, I occasionally helped him work on pieces that otherwise wouldn't see the light of day.

But nobody wanted to hear about the young, unmarried woman who writes about other women like they are God's best creation. So, Y/B/N keeps the fame and credit whilst I write in private, unable to share any of my work with the world unless it's in excerpts of my brother's books with his name on the front cover.

"That first piece was pretty good, wasn't it?" I played along with Wanda's words, a hint of bitterness in my tone of voice.

Wanda studied me up and down, teasing smile tugging at her lips. "Jealousy doesn't look good on you, milaya."

I hummed in acknowledgement, feigning a smile in response, though I wasn't sure what that last word meant. Probably another Russian term she was using to throw me off. Of course she'd assume I was jealous of my brother's recognition. She didn't know the truth and she never could. She was also to marry my brother, the perfect author, soon; my bitter state was merely a jealous sibling and maybe it was easier to let her think that way.

"Dinner should be ready now," I told her, straightening up. "Let's head down."

She followed after me and I said nothing else as I led her back downstairs, trying not to think about how much of an ego-boost this dinner would be for my brother.

There was nothing better than hearing everyone gush over the work your brother took credit for that you actually did, right?

"Ah, ladies, perfect timing!" said my mum when we reached the dining room where everyone was taking their seats. "Please, sit and we can get started. It's a lovely roast from the kitchen tonight."

As I made my way to my usual seat opposite my brother, I saw Pietro fist-pump the air at the mention of the lamb roast, making Wanda roll her eyes and me smile at his action. Y//B/N took his seat and Wanda's parents seemed to take the two chairs beside him already. My parents took to each end of the table, leaving the Maximoff twins no choice but to sit beside me. I sat at the same spot as usual, at the edge of the table so my left-handed self wouldn't bother whoever was sat beside me, and take a lucky guess to who sat on my right.

"Wanda, dear, how was your tour?" my mum asked her as she got comfortable beside me, leg and shoulder almost touching mine and making me both nervous and disgruntled.

With a grin wide enough to impress my mother, she answered, "It was great. You have a beautiful home, Mrs Y/L/N. And Y/N was a lovely host."

At that last comment, I felt her eyes glance towards me and I wondered if she was having fun making me squirm because I knew for sure that I was anything but a lovely host.

"That's reassuring to hear," my mother responded as the food was brought out and placed in the centre of the table. She seemed like she was joking, but I knew she was just glad I'd been on my best behaviour. "And please, call me Y/M/N."

Wanda nodded gratefully as my dad began to cut into the roast. Food was served up and drinks were poured as everybody began to dig in. The Maximoffs sent their compliments to the chef, admired our home and were the perfect guests, just as they were expected to be. My family complimented Wanda and Pietro's manners, talked about how business was going and laughed at every joke Oleg and Iryna uttered, just as they were expected to be. It really was a picture-perfect scene and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

Okay, maybe I was acting a little cynical. The Maximoffs weren't that bad, at least not as bad I'd assumed they would be compared to my parents' other friends. They were down-to-Earth and humbled people, a welcoming change from the usual. I just hated forced dinners and being scrutinised under my mother's eyes to behave, hence the clipped attitude.

And just on cue, the topic steered towards something lovely.

"We can't forget to talk about Y/B/N, bestselling author over here!" Oleg beamed, motioning to my brother. "I have to admit, son, I'm amazed at your writing. You clearly have your father's talent."

My brother smiled bashfully as I watched on with narrowed eyes and a tight grip on my fork.

"You flatter me," he said, but Iryna shook her head.

"I have to agree with my husband here, Y/B/N," she said. "Your writing is superb. Pietro, obviously, loves it, and Wanda is a huge fan, too."

At this, my brother glanced towards Wanda with excited eyes and she merely smiled and looked elsewhere, either embarrassed to be mentioned or playing coy. Rolling my eyes came naturally at this point.

"Tell me, how did you think of what to write for that first book?" Iryna asked with intrigue. "It was my favourite one."

Ah, yes, the first book. Apparently everyone's favourite one.

"Oh, it's best not to bring all that up–"

"I'd actually like to know, too," Wanda cut him off, her curiosity getting the better of her as she leaned forward onto the palm of her hand and watched him under long eyelashes.

I couldn't keep the smile of delight from my face as I too leaned forward curiously, eyeing my brother. "Yes, dear, brother. Please, do tell us of how you came to write such an honest, heartfelt first book."

At this, I felt both my parents send me a warning look as they knew the truth. But neither of the Maximoffs noticed as their attention was solely on my brother.

Luckily for him, he was a great liar and he smiled his charming smile and nodded, looking between the four guests.

"I guess it started after my third failed manuscript," he began, very believably. "I realised that there was something missing from my pages. Something real and genuine. Something that would appeal to my readers and make them question just how much they were appreciating their partner, you know?"

As he rambled off into another literary spout of nonsense, my smile faded and I gritted my teeth, wondering how he'd gotten so good at lying without giving away a sliver of pretence. The Maximoffs were hanging onto his every word, fascinated by the mind of a writer. I tried not to let it get to me as he butchered the meaning behind everything I had written in that first novel. Some things were better left unsaid.

When he finished, questions were fired his way and my parents watched on with pride in their eyes, as he answered them with ease. I chose to stay quiet, as usual, letting him soak in the credit for something he didn't do.

"And what do you think, Y/N?" Wanda's voice included me in the conversation, and everybody's eyes fell to me. I was only looking at her as her lips were pulled into a wide, suggestive smile and she continued, "How is it being the sister of one of today's bestselling authors?"

The usual forced smile that accompanied my lips whenever talking about Y/B/N because present, but my eyes were questioning Wanda's as she was clearly trying to get a rise out of me yet again, especially now that she assumed I was jealous of her husband-to-be's fame. Her stupid beautiful smile and stupid pretty eyes and stupid attractive accent were all taunting me.

"It makes me proud to know that he's come so far from when we were younger," I said, and though I was irritated by the way it had happened, my words weren't entirely false. "He's a talented man and he clearly has a way with words. What more is there to say?"

The elders seemed touched by my words and when I looked over the table to meet my brother's gaze, I saw the gratitude in his expression, hiding behind his smile and reserved for me. I nodded subtly, letting him know I was happy to keep his secret as long as he wished, just like we'd agreed.

Chatter and compliments soon turned to the real reason for our presence – the engagement. I tucked into my dessert as I let them talk about dates for the engagement party, logistics for guests and all the other details I could care less about. Only when my brother mentioned my name did I look up, surprised to see all eyes on me yet again.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" I asked politely, glancing around.

"Y/N, honey, lay off the chocolate cake, will you?" my mum said with a smile that I knew was code for 'put the bloody fork down'.

I forced a smile of my own as I lowered my fork and sat up straight, very ladylike, and looked to my brother.

"I was saying how I'll be sure to pick a beautiful engagement ring for Wanda here," he no-doubt repeated for my sake. "And maybe you could help me choose, to make sure it's something she may like."

A genuine sarcastic smile broke out on my lips, though not because I was interested in ring shopping with my brother. I knew absolutely nothing about dear Wanda or her taste in jewellery, but a woman was to do what she was best at – shopping! So, without sharing my true thoughts on the situation, I nodded respectfully and hummed in agreement.

"Of course," I said what everybody wanted to hear. "I'm sure we can find something to suit Wanda's taste."

Everybody resumed chatter about the wedding as I sighed quietly and got back to my cake. My right hand rested by my side and I jumped, startled when I made contact with Wanda's fingers.

"Sorry," I apologised, moving my hand a little from hers but keeping it there. "Left-handed an' all. I tend to forget."

Green eyes pierced through me with a matching sly smile. "No problem, milaya."

Again with the 'milaya' talk – what did that even mean? I returned the awkward smile as I continued eating, but I didn't fail to notice the way her hand would brush against mine throughout the rest of the meal.

Either by accident or on purpose, I'd never know, but I had my suspicions.

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luwritesomething · 3 years ago

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DODGE MASON HEADCANONS !!

i don't think i will ever get over andrew dodge mason. like,,, he is just such a realistic, well-portrayed character, and i- i just love him a lot, okay? and i also believe mike had the opportunity to mirror himself on dodge and that makes the character even better. he could have been a plain, boring someone but he is actually interesting in so many levels. so, nobody requested this, but i needed it. so here are some of my dodge headcanons.

warnings: pretty sure there's swearing because it's me huh, there's also mentions of what happened with his dad.

• dodge has no social media

• that's actually canon but i thought it was important to reaffirm it

• really likes country music

• even though he is the kind of guy that doesn't really listen to music too often

• and when he does, he doesn't put it on full volume

• he appreciates his eardrums, thanks, not like most of us

• is very superstitious

• like VERY

• boy goes absolutely wild at signs of bad luck

• whistles a lot

• and always has a song stuck on his head

• problem is he can spend a whole week with the same song stuck on his head

• dayna hates him for it because she always ends up with the same song on her head

• when he was like really really little he was jealous of horses and didn't like them much

• you know, they always got his father's attention, and then dayna's

• he then learned to love them.

• oh he is an animal lover

• body positivity

• and respect boundaries

• he's so sweet

• really likes singing on the rain, and,,,

• and dayna and him used to watch it on a loop every time it rained during summer when they were little

• dodge has such a great relationship with her

• and with his family in general

• his dad was the most complicated one

• he has a bracelet that reads acab

• and under acab it puts "all cats are beautiful"

• dayna gave it to him

• doesn't really like cortez but,,

• doesn't like tea

• BESTEST MARKS AMD GRADES

• his coffee is *chef's kiss*

• kind of boy that pulled allnighters in order to study

• he very cynic. and does have a bit of a superiority complex because he thinks he has everyone at carp figured out

• he can admit his mistakes, though, which is important

• he beats himself up a lot

• like A LOT

• i mean he even blames himself about his dad,,, like what

• he probably lives in somewhat between denial and acceptance about dayna

• probably either believes in love at first sight or doesn't believe in true, genuine love at all

• dodge really likes philosophy and he always aced those exams

• i mean by my headcanons he actually aced all his tests but philosophy is probably his favorite subject

• has a lot of strong opinions on a lot of things but since he is so quiet and private,,,

• the kind to buy a small cottage or farm in the middle of nowhere and live there forever

• favorite color is black

• but he looks so good on that baby blue tee

• okay sorry that wasn't a headcanon

• likes rainy days so he can stay in his room and do nothing

• but also likes to stand in the rain and get absolutely soaked

• he did this a lot when he was a kid, his mother got soo mad.

• doesn't really watch any tv shows or anything

• i mean if they're on, okay, but he doesn't really spend time watching tv or shows

• probably reads a lot

• and works out regularly

• he drinks his coffee black

• dayna is sure he just drinks it that way to make it fit into his mysterious, tortured and tragic guy aesthetic,,,

• but he actually quite likes it

• when he was little dodge used to be scared of thunders and storms

• until one day his father told him "andy, there are storms because thor is angry. but thor is a fair avenger and god, do you really think he would hurt good people?"

• he stopped being afraid of storms in a heartbeat

• this gets me to,,, his father always called him by his first name

• either andrew or andy, mostly andy though.

• sometimes i think about transmasc dodge a lot.

• dislikes white chocolate

• looks like the kind of guy who is either allergic to peanuts or addicted to them

• dodge may have a bit of a cold entrance and welcome but he is rather sweet and fun to be with

• he is very witty

• and sarcasm is his second name at this point

• deep down he knows he wants to form a family with someone. he's a romantic dude

• oh, and yeah, he is very romantic

• with like small gestures mainly, and won't admit it, but he is a romantic partner

• would probably watch pride and prejudice a lot and denies he likes it

• and would roast the fuck out of mister darcy

• meanwhile still liking him.

• he'll forever be grateful to ray for stopping him of doing something crazy the day of the joust

• dodge is touch starved

• PROVE ME WRONG

• he also does this reassurance touch to himself, like, especially with a partner from time to time when he is zooming out to his loneliness, he would gently touch his partner in like, the hip, arm, hand, waist, wherever, to realize and acknowledge he is not alone

• PROVE ME WRONG x2

• please give this baby love

#dodge mason #andrew dodge mason #panic #panic amazon #mike faist #mike faist dodge mason #dodge mason headcanons #panic headcanons #andrew dodge mason headcanons #somebody give this baby a hug

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thetisming · 8 months ago

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and hows he feeling about all this?

you loved them. you do love them. you look for them in everything you see, in every crowd you search for their face. you know it's pointless, you're married now and you're sure they hate you. you should probably hate them, too. you could never, you could never hate them, your love is far too strong.

you've heard they're working at a bar now. you want to go there just to see them again.

you could order a drink, talk to them, ask them when their break was. sneak out behind the bar with them while your wife was busy, get half an hour of stolen time to tell them how you feel, how you've always felt. no, you couldnt.

the worst thing was that they loved you. they were your one shot at true love and you blew it.

when you kiss her, you wish you were with them. your hair is longer now, there's nobody for you to impress so why bother to keep it short?

you went into the bar with her, fingers linked together, before immediately pulling apart the second you could. you saw them, and gasped in sync with her. but they ran.

what's the point?

they don't love you.

why are you alive?

yes they do.

you need them.

they cant even stand to look at you.

they hate you.

it hurts you to see her so upset. it hurts even more to know it's partially your fault. they would still be talking to her if it wasnt for you. your stepmother is doing no better. she's angry. she's angry that they won't talk to her. she's angry that they wont talk to anybody.

it hurts when you see them. war is a better option than this. than yearning every day for someone you cant have. they're dating people, youve seen them with random french men. it destroys you. you want to be with them.

maybe you should get a job. you could work st the bar. they would quit.

you see them going into the bookstore sometimes. the one where you met them, the one where you kissed them and it was magical. you've gone in there a few times, too. you can't seem to stay away.

is it anyone's fault? is it your fault? you dont want to blame her. maybe it's your dad's. maybe it isn't anybody's. it's yours.

you should have called it off. you could have called it off. your dad might never forgive you but why would it matter? he was never a good dad. but they would have been a good partner.

it's over. you're over.

the light has left her eyes. who even is she now? she only acts like the person you befriended when you're alone. and even then, she's... broken. but you are, too.

there's nothing more you can do. so you go into the bar where they work and order drinks until you pass out, pretending you're not in love with them and pretending you don't notice their longing stares.

i wonder if May would be mad at Juliet if the wedding had happened.

of course, they would be mad at Francois. but what about Juliet?

maybe they would know it wasn't her fault -- it's not like she knew that they were in love with him. and she didn't want to have to join the nunnery. and it would be hurting her, too.

but maybe it wouldn't matter. maybe they would be mad, maybe they would hate her a little bit, maybe they would hate themself for not stepping forward, maybe they would hate themself for being mad at her.

she didn't do anything wrong, she just did what was best for her. going through with the wedding meant she wouldn't have to join the nunnery and Francois wouldn't have to join the army. but it wouldn't matter to May. they fell in love. and for the first time, the guy loved them back.

even though they would know she didn't do anything, she didn't want to hurt them, she would never want to hurt them, they would still blame her, and they would blame Francois, and most of all they would blame themself for not being brave enough.

would they even talk? could May bring themself to speak to her? what if she invited them over and they had to see his face? what if they pretended to be in love, even around them and Romeo?

they would know it wasn't real, of course, but it still hurt when they kissed. because the jealousy would drive them mad. they would want to be her. they would wish they stepped forward and told everyone about them and Francois.

but if they had another chance, would they take it? it would mean outing their true love and endangering their best friend. they could never forgive themself for any of it. for being mad at her, for being mad at him, for not calling it off, for only ever telling Romeo, for being jealous of Juliet, for things out of their control and for things that were once in their control but are too far gone for them to make a change.

all that would matter was that Juliet and Francois were safe. the fact that they were dying inside could be left until the rotting began and it was too late to save them.

#this is WAY too much fun lmao

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teyvat-imagines · 3 years ago

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Ok for Childe and Diluc, what about their s/o opening up about having abandonment issues because their father left them at a young age? Maybe before they leave for work, the reader says "You'll always come back right?" or when they arrive home the s/o hugs them but they're shaking D: Also I really like your writing 🥺

Thank you so much for the request!! You're too kind ;w; I hope you enjoy this! ^w^

S/O With Abandonment Issues:

Childe:

○ Childe had noticed you didn't really seem to like being alone. He hadn't thought much of it though, that's just how some people were and he figured you must be the same.

○ It was when he was getting ready for a Fatui training mission for the new recruits that he started to suspect it might be something more for you, as you gripped the sleeve to his jacket and tugged softly to get his attention, not quite meeting his eyes.

○ You asked him to promise that he would come home, and you voice sounded so soft, so scared, it made his heart wrench. He cupped your cheeks softly, pressing a quick kiss to your lips and gave you a reassuring smile.

"Of course I'm coming home again comrade~! Just you wait and see, I'll be back tomorrow evening, okay?"

○ You nodded meekly and off he went. True to his word, Childe was back the next day, and in fact made such good time he was home hours earlier than he had originally promised. There had been a nagging feeling in his chest that made him want to see you as soon as possible.

○ When he got home, he pulled you into a tight hug, so happy to see you again. It was a relief for you to see him home safe and sound. Still, the fear that one day he wouldn't come home again was still there in your mind, and you couldn't help it as you shook in his arms, so afraid of him leaving you.

○ Childe noticed of course, and asked you what was wrong. As you sniffled and struggled to find the right words, he took your hand and gently lead you to the living room, letting you sit down with him, murmuring soft reassuring words and smoothing your back until you found the courage to talk.

○ You opened up about your dad. It was the first time in years that you'd talked about it. About him leaving you. It had been so long ago, but the memories and the scars it left on you still felt as fresh as they had on that day. You sobbed as he held you, telling him how afraid you were of being abandoned. That one day he would leave you too.

○ Childe listens to you quietly. He lets you get everything out first, knowing it's probably good for you to talk about what you went through. The entire time his arms are around you, keeping you safe and warm. When you finish up, he finally speaks, tone unusually serious for him.

"(Y/N), my love. I'm sorry you had to go through that. I can't change what he did and how that's made you feel, but I can promise you this; I'm nothing like your father dear. I love you and I'm not going anywhere. I won't let anything take me away from you~ And remember, I don't make promises lightly. If you make a promise, you keep it."

○ Childe kisses your tears away, holding you tight in his arms. And to prove he means every word, he makes a Snezhnayan pinkie promise with you. He's not going anywhere and he'll remind you as many times as you need to hear it.

Diluc:

○ Diluc was fairly observant, so he noticed the way you seemed to be afraid of being alone. He had wanted to question it for the longest time, but at the same time was worried about pushing you too much.

○ He decided that if you wanted to talk about it, then you would be here to listen. Otherwise he would keep an eye on you quietly, making sure that you were at least doing okay.

○ One evening, as he got ready for his usual work as the dark knight hero, you approached him. You were so quiet and meek. So afraid. He wanted to forget about tonight's work and stay there with you, even more so as you asked him to promise that he would come home still.

"My little flame, of course I'll come home again. I'll stay safe and sound, I promise. In fact, I could likely take tonight off if you would rather I stay...?"

○ Despite everything in your head, crying for him to do just that, to ignore his duties as the protector of Mondstadt and stay with you tonight, you just couldn't bring yourself to ask him to stay. You felt like you were being selfish, so you gave him the best smile you could manage and told him you were fine and that he should go do his job.

○ He's unconvinced, but he still nods slowly. He can tell you're still not okay, but if you're this insistent then he'll go for now. He gives you a soft kiss, promising once again to be home in the morning safe and sound.

○ Diluc gets through his work quickly, but he can't ignore the feeling in his chest that something wasn't right with you. He makes his way home quicker than he normally would, wanting to see you and reassure himself that you were okay.

○ The second he's through the door, he spots you, perched on the floor not too far from the doorway, a blanket wrapped around you as you watch the door intently. Even from that distance, he could see the bags under your eyes. You'd been up all night waiting for him.

○ His heart clenched at the realisation, and he moved quickly to scoop you up into a tight hug. You were shaking, and it was if you hadn't even realised he'd come home until his arms were around you. Meekly, you raised your own arms, clinging to him like a lifeline.

○ He asks you what's wrong, and that was it. You broke down, sobbing in his arms and opening up about your dad leaving you. About how you were so afraid that he was going to leave you just the same way your father had. Diluc can somewhat understand the feeling of losing ones father, but he knows how much more it must have hurt in your case. Knowing he wasn't taken from you, but he walked way.

"My love, I'm sorry. I can't imagine how much that hurt you. How heavy of a burden you carry on your shoulders. I can't take that pain away dear, but I can promise you that I will not leave you. The Abyss themselves could not take me away from you. I will stay by your side and I will remind you of this as much as you need me to. I love you dear, I'm staying right here."

#genshin impact #genshin x you #genshin x reader #childe #childe x reader #genshin impact childe #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact tartaglia #diluc #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc ragnivindr x reader #genshin impact diluc #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 4 years ago

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Going Back Home

Summary: Claire never thought she would be back in the town she grew up in. But after her fiancé broke off their engagement, leaving her 5 months pregnant and alone she found herself calling Frankie Morales in the middle of the night, one of her childhood friends who insisted that she booked the next flight out. Trying to fix her life with a little help from her friends she would find out soon that going back would be the best decision she ever made.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Claire Beck

wordcount: 3.1k

Warnings: more or less unplanned pregnancy, break up, mentions of sexual encounters

A/N: I am a weak weak person so here it is, a chaptered fic. I will try to update this weekly, but no promises. Rating will go up later. I'm attempting slow burn. Let's see how slow lol Let me know what you think. Reblogs are, as always, appreciated 💙

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Even Though most of her happiest memories were connected with this town, the town she spent most of her life in, Claire never thought she actually would be back here. And certainly not pregnant and all by herself.

It wasn’t that she had been unhappy here. Claire just always wanted something… bigger. Something more. Something exciting. After her parents died and most of her friends moved away, there was nothing holding her back. Well, that wasn’t true. Frankie and Santiago were there. But only when they weren’t overseas or god knows where, which left her with her dream of being a journalist in a small town where she had no chance to ever make it.

She still remembered Santi’s face when she announced that it was her turn to leave just before they were about to be gone for months again. She had gotten a job in New York and thought for days about what to do until she took the job. That was eight years ago and they hadn’t seen each other in person since then.

Yet when she called Frankie three days ago in tears, it was like no time had passed. She wanted to call Santiago first, but she knew him. If she had told him what happened to her he would have gotten into his car and gotten to her, no matter if it took 3 straight days. No, she had called Frankie. He had listened to her for hours until he made her promise to book the next flight out.

When the fuck did her life become such a shit show?

Only a week ago, she had the dream job, was engaged and 5 months pregnant.

Claire was happy. Until her fiance came back from a work trip and suddenly announced that he wanted nothing to do with the child and moved out within days, leaving her on her own. Not even his phone number was working and she wasn’t gonna show up at his work. She wasn’t that desperate. She should have seen it coming. John never planned to have kids. But when Clarie found out that she was pregnant he had already asked her to marry him and maybe he was too proud to end the engagement back then. Thinking back maybe this was the reason he stayed. Because a part of him wanted to spend his life with her. They didn’t fight. He just moved out, told her that he would take care financially of her and the child, but that he didn’t want to be a father.

The first days she was just numb. Trying to wrap her mind around the fact that the man she thought she would spend the rest of her life with, left her while she was pregnant with a child they didn’t plan but that she loved without a doubt. That was what kept her going. Her little bean. Claire would do anything to protect her little girl.

The guys to this day called her bean. She found herself thinking more of them since John left. Even without seeing them in the last years, they still stayed in contact. Not a week went by where she didn’t receive a letter. They had a group chat that was only used when they were at home and the bachelor was on. Cause fuck did they all hate that show but they watched it anyways.

Claire was okay with the whole suddenly being on her own thing, until she felt her baby move for the first time and turned in her bed to wake her fiance, finding the side empty and cold. For one tiny moment, she had forgotten that she was alone in a city where she had only a couple of friends who were his friends rather than hers. She had always had a hard time finding friends. That probably wouldn’t change.

Sucking her bottom lip in, she rested one hand on her belly as she waited for her luggage to arrive. She slept almost through the entire flight. Claire had gotten rid of the last eight years of her life in the last 48 hours. She wanted to start fresh. She needed a fresh start. Even if she had no idea how to deal with all of this on her own.

A woman next to her helped her get her suitcases on the cart, noticing that Claire was on her own. Pushing the cart through security she saw Frankie as soon as the door opened and next to him Ben, Will and Santiago who all smiled at her, while she felt the first tears escaping her eyes.

She had met Ben and Will only a couple times, they were living an hour away, but they became part of the group immediately. Once upon a time her childhood best friend, Leah, was in that group too. Claire hadn’t thought of Leah in a long time. She had died in a car accident almost 12 years ago.

Arms pulled her in a warm embrace and even after years of not seeing each other for such a long time, she still noticed Frankie’s scent.

“We got you,” he whispered, kissing her hair. She sobbed once before she was pulled into Santi’s arms.

“Look at you,” he smiled before he looked down at her belly.

“And look at you?” he smiled and leaned down.

“Hello, this is your favorite Uncle speaking,” he winked, bending down to speak directly to her belly, making her chuckle.

“Oh please, we all know I’m gonna be the favorite, hey bean,” Will hugged her.

“Don’t listen to them baby girl, we know they're all gonna spoil you rotten,” she grinned, letting Ben kiss her cheek.

“So you’re staying?” Frankie asked and you nodded.

“I already called some realtors. I wanna get this over as quickly as possible. Already sold everything back in New York,” Claire said, looking at the two men who formed most of her teenage years.

“Okay. Let’s get you out of this airport first. You okay to stay with Frankie? He has the biggest house,” Santiago asked, pushing the cart as you slowly walked towards the exit with Ben’s arm around her shoulder.

“Uh… I don’t wanna impose. I could just take a room…”

“Fuck no. Stay at my place. It’s my Pa’s old ranch. I’m renovating it.”

“What? No way!” she said surprised but Frankie only nodded.

“Yeah after Liz and South America I needed something to keep me busy. Also needed more space for Elena,” he explained. A small smile sneaked to Claire’s face.

“I still can’t believe you’re a dad Frankie.”

“Can’t believe you gonna be a mom. Fuck we’re really adults now, huh?” he winked and Claire sighed.

“Certainly didn’t plan it that way. Or planned it at all,” she said sadly before she shook her head as if to get rid of the sad thoughts clouding her mind.

“I meant it, Claire. We got you. We are bored most times anyways.”

“Hey speak for yourself, Fish. I got a business,” Santi said.

“Yeah. Yeah. Me too. But after work you’re either drunk or after some pussy so?” Ben grinned, making her chuckle.

“So still no ladies in your life, boys?” Claire asked as they reached what definitely was Frankie’s truck. It had his company name on it. “Morales gardening”

“Nope. But now that you’re here we could finally….” Will started only for Claire to look away in disgust, making them all laugh.

“You ready to become a Daddy, Will?” she asked, her hands both on her belly.

“Uhm… of course?” he answered and she chuckled.

“That’s what I thought,” she patted his cheek.

“Come on. Let’s get you to bed. You must be exhausted,” Frankie said and opened the door for her.

“We’ll see you tomorrow for the BBQ,” they all waved. She waved back, letting Frankie help her inside before he closed the door behind her and hopped into the driver’s seat.

“BBQ?” she asked.

“Can’t blame the folks from wanting to welcome you, bean,” he winked.

“What folks?”

“Ya know. Folks. You gonna see,” he looked at Claire. He felt better now that she was here. Frankie had missed her these last years, the couple of calls throughout hadn’t nearly been enough. And when she called two days ago in tears… He would have gotten the chopper and flown over but he couldn’t risk it. He had to be on good behaviour to be able to keep seeing his daughter.

“I missed you, Francisco,” she whispered.

“Missed you too, Bean.”

The sun was already setting when Frankie drove down a familiar path. Claire had spent countless days on this ranch when she was younger.

“How is your Dad doing?” she asked softly and Frankie sighed as he killed the engine in front of the house.

“I fucking hate that I can’t take care of him on my own, but he’s hanging in there.”

“I’d like to visit him if you’re okay with that,” she reached over squeezing his hand and he looked at her with a small smile.

“I bet he would love that.”

“And I’m sure he would have wanted it this way, Francisco. You know your dad. He wouldn’t have wanted you to drop everything for him. Don’t be too hard on yourself,” she said quietly.

“Damn I really missed you Bean,” he shook his head.

“Missed you too,” she let her head fall against his shoulder.

Claire didn’t really have eyes for the house, all she wanted was to go to sleep.

“I finished the guest room this morning for you,” Frankie said, setting one of her suitcases down as he opened the door.

“Please tell me you didn’t work overnight to finish this,” she sighed looking at him. He was rubbing the back of his head, pulling the cap he was always wearing down and avoiding her eyes.

Knowingly she shook her head, but couldn’t help the smile sneaking to her face.

“I won’t say it. But please don’t touch the walls, they might still be wet,” he said and she chuckled.

“Okay. Bathroom is over there. The shower isn’t working yet but you’re welcome to use mine. Will is coming over to take a look and make this one work. Other than that if you need anything just ask. Until you found a place this is your home.”

“You really didn’t have to do this, Frankie,” she said quietly, feeling overwhelmed by all of this. So many things had changed in such a short amount of time for her and she only now seemed to realize that she was indeed about to be a single mom.

“I wanted to. You’re… You don’t deserve to be treated like this. So let us help you, okay?” he said softly and she nodded but avoided his eyes.

“Okay. Go to sleep. My room is down the hallway if you need anything,” he stepped closer, kissing her forehead and for one tiny moment, she felt like the 15 year old teenager again who was crushing on Frankie Morales.

“Good night, Francisco,” she smiled.

“Good night, bean,” he whispered before he turned around and closed the door behind him.

Claire looked around, in awe of the room, the bed looking so inviting to her. Sighing she walked over to the window, knowing she would be able to see the whole property during the day. Crossing her arms in front of her she closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of nature that she had no idea she had missed living in the city for all these years. She felt a fluttering in her belly, her hand wandering down to feel a kick.

“We’ll be happy here, I promise,” she vowed, rubbing over her belly.

She didn’t want to disturb Frankie, even though she could hear the TV running so she just washed herself at the sink before she put her Pajamas on and sat down on the bed. She would unpack tomorrow. For now she had to sleep.

The sun wasn’t even up when Claire woke up. She turned in bed, propping herself up so she could look out the window and watch the sunrise. She had to make a plan. A plan that included finding a house, a doctor and help. Though help would be her smallest problem. She already looked at houses in the area and it didn’t look good. If she had more time she would buy the house just down this road, but there was no way the house would be ready before her due date. She would ask Santi for help. He had a lot of connections through his business. Though Frankie too. Claire knew that he had a little gardening company since he lost his pilot’s license. He never really talked about it, but then again, they didn’t talk that much. She knew that he had some problems with drugs in the past, but that he has been clean for almost two years and was doing better. She also knew that there was a lot more to this story then he had told her. Maybe they would have time to talk. To really talk. Groaning to herself, her quiet and peaceful morning was interrupted by her bladder. Time to start the day.

For a minute she wondered if she could risk sneaking into Frankie’s room to take a shower when she heard music playing. Grabbing her bathrobe and toiletries she opened the door and walked down. Now being really awake she had time to take in the house. It seemed like there still was a lot to do. The walls were still unpainted, the floors still old, though she could see he already started with the floor the closer she got to the kitchen.

Frankie was sitting at the kitchen island, a cup of coffee in front of him as the radio quietly played in the background. He had a serious case of bed hair and she smiled to herself. He hadn’t noticed her yet and she found herself thinking back to all the times she had thought that maybe there was something more in between them than friendship. And maybe there was at one point a long time ago. But that was before he joined the military. She might be selfish for it, but she couldn’t be in a relationship where her partner was gone all the time. She needed someone to be there. Even Though there had been times in the past she had found herself asking if maybe she should have risked it.

Instead she had slept with Santiago.

Yeah, that was a big fuck up. Well it was also a pretty good fuck but it was just once and they definitely were better off as friends. She still didn’t know if Frankie knew. Not that she had to explain herself. Frankie always knew what effect he had on the women around him, and he sure as hell took advantage of it. And now she felt nothing more than love for him. As a friend, nothing more.

“Good Morning,” she said quietly and Frankie turned his head, yawning at her.

Chuckling she walked over taking in the kitchen, setting her toiletries down.

“You weren’t kidding when you say you were still renovating,” she sat down next to him. He got up from his seat walking over to fix her a mug of tea.

“Still hooked on Strawberry tea, I hope?” he asked and she nodded, surprised that he remembered.

“Yeah. Though the kitchen and living room are supposed to be finished by the end of next week. So sorry for the noise in the next couple days,” he walked over and set down the mug of tea in front of her.

“Hey it’s your house. I’m just thankful you let me stay.”

“Of course. Couldn’t let you stay in the dumpster motel in this town,” he winked. She took a sip of the tea and it was perfect.

“So what are you planning for today?” he asked.

“I probably should start looking into houses. I’m kind of on a timetable here,” she rested one hand on her belly and Frankie followed her movement.

“Yeah. I think Pope already called someone for some houses. It’s not looking good.”

“Yeah I thought so. Everything I found on the internet was in really bad shape,” she sighed.

“It’s gonna work out. And if you don’t find something, you’re welcome to stay. The place is big enough,” he shrugged and Claire laughed quietly.

“Yeah I bet you can’t wait to live with a hormonal pregnant woman and then with a newborn,” she joked.

“I lived with Pope. Nothing can be worse and…”

“And?” she asked.

“I already lived with a hormonal pregnant woman. It’s not that bad,” he shrugged with a small smile. She looked at him with a small smile on her face.

“You say that now. Wait till I’m craving your mug cake at 3am now that I’m living with you,” she joked. Frankie laughed.

“Wow I haven’t had one of those in at least 10 years.”

“Well then it’s about time.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, looking at Claire. She looked more relaxed today, like she had a good night’s sleep and he was thankful he put in an overnight to finish the guest room for her. She deserved to relax. When she told him that she not only was pregnant but dumped by her fiance Frankie was furious, yet at the same time he already decided that he would take care of her and help her with everything she needed. It was the least he could do.

Even though they grew apart in the last years, she still was one of his best friends.

“Okay. I’m gonna go take a shower. I got to drive out to check on a project. You gonna be okay here for a while?” Frankie asked. Claire nodded, grabbing her mug of tea.

“Just tell me when you’re going out so I can take a shower,” she said.

“Thank you, Frankie,” she whispered when she stopped next to him and softly kissed his cheek, before she walked down the hallway. Frankie looked after her with a soft smile before he got up to get ready to head out.

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Fancy Meeting You Here Ch 2

@steviesbicrisis

Our boys meet up at the mall and Sparks begin to fly

Steve stared at the slip of cardboard in his hand, tapping his foot rapidly against the cheap linoleum floor of his, Chrissy's and Robin's kitchen. He wasn't sure why he was so nervous, Eddie just wanted to catch up. Eddie who he had fantasized about kissing before he was even cognizant of his attraction to men Eddie who with his doe eyes and dark curly hair was just his type. Eddie who had forgiven him so quickly and flashed a toothy grin that made his knees go weak.

It had been 3 days since they ran into each other at the club and Steve still hadn't worked up the nerve to call him. He took a deep breath, grabbed the phone off the wall and dialed the number.

The ringing seemed to go on forever until finally a familiar voice picked up on the other end.

"You've reached Eddie Munson who's calling?"

"It's uh Steve, Steve Harrington, we ran into each other in Indie, you gave me your number so we could…catch up." he sammers out.

He hears a chuckle and turns to see Robin in the doorway "Smooth moves King Steeve." she stage whispers.

Steve jerks his head from the phone placing his hand over the receiver and makes a face at her. "Chrissy, six months," he replies. She makes a face back and walks away.

He pulls the phone back to his ear "Sorry bout that, Robin was being a menace." he laughs

Eddie chuckles from the other end. "Listen if its a bad time I can…"

Steve cuts him off , "oh oh no you weren't interrupting, um I moved in with her and her girlfriend after I got disowned. my folks didn't like the whole kissing boys thing."

There's silence from the other end before Eddie lets out a low hiss" Christ, I sorry, that sucks about your folks. Uncle Wayne always said they were no good but I didn't realize they go as far as disowning their only kid for liking boys".

"Yeah well, like your uncle said, they're no good." he replies after a moment not sure how much to reveal In this moment.

"If it helps my dad wasn't keen on the whole kissing boys thing either." Eddie's voice is soft and a bit sad. "It's not like he was ever a good dad, it's just… he's still my dad and it still hurts you know."

"Yeah yeah I get it." Steve feels a warmth rising in his chest and a blush forming on his cheeks.

They sit in silence for a moment and Steve briefly worries that Eddie it's about to hang up until he makes a little coughing noise.

"You said you moved in with Robin and her girlfriend, is she… like us, you know, a friend of Dorothy?"

"Robin's a lesbian, yes."

"Oh okay cool"

"You probably know who her girlfriend is too." Steve reveals.

"Really who is it?"

"Well. you know those rumors that Chrissy Cunningham ran off and became a lesbian? Well they're true."

"Chrissy Cunningham? Really? I never got those vibes from her. I always thought she and Jason, whatever his name is, would get married and live that whole 2.5 kids white picket fence life till she realizes she was too good for him and runs off with her yoga instructor or something."

Steve laughed, he had forgotten how descriptive Eddie could be.

"I think that's what she thought too, you know minus the yoga instructor bit, how do you come up with stuff like that?"

"Come now Stevie, I was the leader of the Dungeons & Dragons Club in high school coming up with elaborate stories off the top of my head is in my bones."

"Funny you should mention a couple of kids I used to babysit are part of that club now."

"Really?" The other man seemed genuinely intrigued.

"Yeah they're good kids, they're juniors actually it's crazy to think that they're going to graduate next year."

"Well I'm glad my little club is in good hands."

"I'm sure they would love to meet you, you know provided you'd be interested."

"I would be honored to meet the young padawans carrying out my humble tradition "

That's a Star Wars thing,Steve knows that now.

"I'll talk to them next time I see them" he replies, " listen I actually have to go now, me and Robin work at the Scoops Ahoy in the mall maybe you could swing by sometime and we could chat after I'm off work."

"Sounds good, are you working on Thursday?"

"Yeah from when I get off at six maybe we could head out to the food court and chat over dinner?" Steve is trying desperately to make sure this doesn't seem like a date even though he kind of wants it to be one.

"Sounds like a plan Harrington see you then."

"I'll hold you to that Munson."

Steve wanted to hang up before placing the phone back against his ear hoping Eddie was still on the other end.

"Before I hang up those things I told you about Chrissy and Robin, those are in confidence, you know that right? I only told you because I got express permission so you can't say anything to anyone about it."

"Of course Harrington, my lips are sealed, Lady Buckley and Lady Cunningham don't have to worry about me "

"Good, see you Thursday."

"See you Thursday."

With that Steve hangs up for real and leans back against the wall with a dopey smile on his face and the phone still pressed against his chest.

He can't wait till Thursday.

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Eddie's beat up old van looks almost comically out of place amongst the station wagons and sedans that populated the Starcourt Mall parking lot.

The same could be said for him, Eddie reflects as he enters the mall and checks the map to see where Scoops Ahoy is. Soccer moms shoot him dirty looks. Popular high school girls point at him whispering and giggling behind their hands, no doubt dissecting everything he's wearing. A small group of mall goths stare at him with an odd mix of judgment, admiration and fear on their faces. Being stared at for simply walking around wasn't any more pleasant when they did it but at least they seem to respect his right to be here.

When he reaches Scoops Ahoy Robin and Steve are preoccupied with customers. Eddie sits down and watches them work. Their uniforms are ridiculous bright blue imitations of sailor suits but he has to admit it Steve somehow makes it work.

The former jock looks up from his work and spots Eddie at the table, a dazzling smile spreading across his face, "Hey Eddie, I'll be able to leave as soon as my replacement is done clocking in time I just wait a couple minutes okay?"

Eddie nods and Steve returns to his work.

A few minutes pass and Eddie has started to zone out a bit when felt someone tap his shoulder.

Steve is standing next to the table still in his uniform and Eddie's brain goes blank for a moment. He hadn't noticed it as Steve's lower half had been blocked by the counter but the uniform apparently included a pair of bright blue shorts that fit tight against Steve's muscular legs, they leave a bit more to the imagination than those tiny basketball shorts used to wear in high school but not much.

"Hey Eddie," Steve said with a wave, "Let's get going, I'm actually starving."

"um…Yeah." he manages once his brain gets back online, "sounds good, lead the way".

Steve nods and begins to walk out of the store and Eddie follows him. They walk in silence for a bit and Eddie swears he catches Steve sneaking glances at him out of the corner of his eye but he brushes off the thought!, why would Steve Harrington, even dethroned as he was, be so invested in looking at him.

"What have you been doing since graduation?" Steve asks

Eddie looks over at him and the other man smiles at him warmly and genuinely, it makes his stomach do a little flip. "I'm still trying to make it big with my band but in the meantime I'm a mechanic actually, Uncle Wayne got me an apprenticeship with a buddy of his once I was done with school"

"That's actually really cool man, I know the basics about maintaining and fixing cars since I can't really afford to pay someone else to do it at the moment but maybe you could teach me a bit more about it." Steve laughs lightly and scratches at the back of his neck.

A hot guy is asking Eddie to teach him how to fix cars, just casually as if that's not a huge goddamn fantasy. His brain short circuits for the third time in less than 15 minutes and he starts to wonder how Steve Harrington of all people has this effect on him.

"Um yeah definitely I'd love to teach you the tricks of the trade." He says bumping Steve's shoulder with his playfully.

"How about your band, how's that going"

" Really good actually. We've been able to play in some decent venues and not just The Hideout."

"Really? That's great."

"Oh yeah we played for like 100 entire people last week, we even got paid to do it" Eddie laughs.

"Wow, didn't know I was in the presence of a rockstar." Steve shoots back.

"Come on, don't tease me."

"I'm not, I mean it, I'm glad you're doing well you deserve it" Steve says softly placing his hand on Eddie's forearm.

The world around them blurs for a second as the two men lock eyes, some sort of tension in the air and all Eddie can think about is Steve's hand on his arm and how easy it would be in this moment to just lean in and...

No!

No, snap out of it Steve had just gotten out of a relationship! Eddie shouldn't be thinking like that. They were here to catch up, that was all.

"Umm." he said, breaking the tension "God we've been talking all about me and I haven't even once asked about you. So what about you? What has King Steve been doing since he passed on his crown?"

Steve shakes his head a bit and clears his throat, " oh umm, besides Scoops I actually work part-time at a daycare, I want to be a teacher but right now I'm just saving up some money for college while Robin and Chrissy work on their education."

Eddie's heart swells; he can see the way Steve's eyes take on a new shine when he talks about his daycare job and future in education and was reminded briefly of the small handful of actually enthusiastic teachers who had made School bearable to him.

"That's great!" he responds "The world could use more good teachers"

Steve flashes the same face splitting grin from earlier.

"Thanks man that means a lot."

They continue to chat through the walk to food, through standing online and ordering their food, and become so wrapped up in their conversation that they sit in those cheap plastic chairs long after their food has been eaten. Steve is in the middle of a story of a crazy adventure he Chrissy and Robin had gotten into when the intercom crackles to life and informs them that the mall will be closing in 10 minutes.

Bitter disappointment pools in Eddie's stomach.

"I can finish the story as we head out to the parking lot," Steve says after a moment.

Eddie nods and gets up, grabbing the tray from both of their meals and dumps the contents into the nearest garbage bin placing the trays on top then following Steve through the mall.

They end up pausing outside the doors and continuing to chat until the cold becomes too much to handle.

Steve's about to walk back to his car when Eddie grabs his wrist to stop him, "Hey listen man, my bands playing a gig out in Indy over the weekend I'd love for you to come." he says pulling out one of the folded up makeshift flyers the band had been carrying with them and handing it to Steve.

Steve smiles softly eyes crinkling at the corners, "Sounds great Eddie, see you there."

"I look forward to it" Eddie says and the odd tension is back " I should really get going now though it really is cold out here "

Steve said goodbye then headed off Into the night.

When Eddie's within the privacy of his own and he places his hands in driving position on the steering wheel forehead resting on the space between them dumb smile playing on his lips.

Steve Goddamn Harrington,who knew?

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