#we saw whole familes getting wiped out

[palesoftangel]

except we haven't seen that. neither have you. literally no one saw that? Have any of you guys seen any of this? cuz i haven't.. even the isreali gov admitted that this has never happened. my guy you should seek help i think you're schizophrenic..

[djarintreble]

Can I request a dad Eddie x wife reader who are all out grocery shopping and Arwen (around 2 1/2) sees a baby and another child around her age then later she asks her parents for a baby sister!🥰

im in LOVE yes !! okay okay not only do i love dad!eddie. but i’m an arwen stan and if she says she wants a baby sister? oh we better support her. princess arwen really be living up to her name. so here we go!! i hope i gave this request justice!

pairing: dad!eddie x fem!reader

tags: married couple, established relationship, eddie is the best husband and girl dad idc, arwen is so precious i love her, “get in losers we’re going shopping," some angst if you squint, discussing having more kids, haven’t proofread yet so forgive my amateur writing

word count: 2k

"where's my baby?"

Every thursday was grocery day for the Munson family. It just so happened to be that’s when you and Eddie found time to run errands between your work schedules.

Bradley’s Big Buy was the only supermarket in Hawkins that carried both your grocery and Arwen needs. Battling potty training with a 2, almost 3, year old was no joke.

The store’s abundant resources also meant it carried all the needs for the rest of Hawkins locals. It would be a busy day.

Today’s run was pretty simple due to you having to come to the store earlier this week to grab more diapers and wipes. You grabbed a couple of food items for convenience. This meant the list of groceries were small.

whole milk

bread

jello

dinner for friday, saturday, sunday

pasta

honeycombs

peanut butter

laundry detergent

gerbers for ari

“That shit is disgusting, why are we getting that for her?” Eddie crossed out the last one on the list, determined to get his daughter better tasting food. You always went over the list in the car before you went in.

“Maybe because it’s not meant for us to eat it. It’s meant for babies.” You deadpanned. “I don’t know why you decided to eat it, especially the peas one.” Shaking your head as you rewrote ari’s food back on the list.

“I was curious” He shrugged.

“Mmm there it is. How about this, your job is to find a good alternative for Ari’s food this week. If you do, no more gerbers.” You smirked. His eyes widened with the excitement of a challenge.

“You’ve got yourself a deal.” He stuck his hand out and waited for you to shake it. After the agreement was sealed, he drummed along the steering wheel as he got out and wrapped around to get his daughter out of her car seat. “Let’s go get you some real food, princess Arwen.”

“Let’s go!!” the 2 year old in your husband’s arm rose her hands in the air and followed her dad’s cheering toward the store. You walked behind them laughing along to their antics.

Eddie used his open arm to hold the door open for you and entered in behind you. You both settled into a routine, it was almost instinctive. Eddie would open the door, you would grab the cart, he would put Arwen in the cart and you would start to the right of the store and circle around until you had all your items and check out.

After getting the dry items such as the peanut butter and cereal (which you were confused how you were already out of honeycombs despite just buying them the other day and Eddie claiming Ari ate them all…), Eddie chose to split up so he could take Arwen to look for baby food.

This allowed you to browse through the different shapes and brands of pasta noodles, embracing the quick moment of quiet before returning to your family.

Turning around into the next aisle, you heard giggles that could only be from your daughter. She inherited a cute but very loud laugh and it was always recognizable. This brought a smile to your face before immediately turning into a worried frown as you saw why she was giggling.

Eddie slid around the corner into the aisle with Arwen flailing her arms above her head giggling and babbling along with her dad.

“Arwen! No! Come back! My only daughter! No I can’t lose you. Don’t go!” The dramatics were never ceasing in the Munson family as he let go of the cart, letting Arwen go flying through the aisle as he ran after her. He wouldn’t let her crash or hit anything but you weren’t thinking as you gasped out of fear.

He reached out for her while keeping up with his dramatic slo-no run and Arwen started to reach back at him, trusting her dad and feeding into his little game.

“Help me, daddy! Help me!” She added to the script.

“Eddie, you better get her!” You called out to him, going back and forth between letting your maternal instinct free to worry and letting them have their fun.

He caught up to the cart that finally slowed down around half way of the aisle before grabbing the handles to stop it from rolling anymore and letting out a loud sigh.

“Princess Arwen, my light, my love. I almost thought I lost you.” He fake cried and grabbed the girl who kept laughing at her dad.

“I right here, dad. I otay.” She took advantage of her dad’s role and hugged him back, running her small hands in his hair like you always did. It warmed Eddie's heart to see how well she engaged with his scenes. He was already a naturally outgoing guy, being known for the public scenes he'd start in the Hawkins high cafeteria when you were merely kids. Now he was able to put that energy into entertaining your daughter and it helped how easily she fit right in. It made him wonder how she would do if he brought her to one of the DnD nights he still hosted weekly with the friends who never left Hawkins. Maybe Arwen could play the beautiful princess that the party is destined to save. She would play the part perfectly.

While they shared a beautiful reuinion, you dropped the pasta into the cart and looked at your husband and daughter with a soft smile. No one else occupied your aisle of the store so it was a shame that their play didn’t have a big audience.

You applauded their performance which prompted Eddie to give you a bow.

“Thank you, Thank you. We’ll be in Aisle 7 all week. Free admission for you only.” He looked back over at Arwen and ruffled her hair and stepped out of the way to let you take back over the cart.

“As much as I loved your performance, I would love to go home to make some food. I’m starving, I hope the spirals are alright with you.” You said, beginning to push the cart into the next aisle that held the baby supplies. "Did you find Arwen's food?"

“Well I was reading that around her age, she needs to be introduced to more table food. They had these little meals I thought we could try.” He picked up a small packaged tray from the cart that had an brand you were unfamiliar with but it was labeled to have small pieces of vegetables, rice and cut up chicken.

It warmed your heart to know Eddie has been reading up on those things for your daughter. He truly was the best dad, always finding the best things for his daughter and focusing his free time in helping you and Arwen’s well-being. You leaned up to press a kiss on Eddie’s cheek in response.

“I think it’s perfect. Thank you, Eds. I’m sure she’ll love it.” Despite being with you for a few years now, it always made him feel warm when you showed acts of affection to him. Despite the ring, the paperwork, you both owning a house and raising a kid together, Eddie still had a hard time believing you were his. All the physical proof and his mind still made him think he wasn't worthy of the love you give him. He remembered when you were both young and in high school. He was sure you’d pick someone like Steve Harrington. But no, you were his. You were still his. Living a simple life in Hawkins with a steady income and a family. A family that goes grocery shopping every Thursday and where he receives kisses and head scratches from his wife and precious daughter.

He always dreamed of finding a nice girl, dressing in better clothes and living a nice life.

Well this was just that.

"Mommy?" Arwen got both of your attention.

"What is it, sweetheart?" You asked, looking over to where Arwen was staring at.

On the other end of the aisle was another family. The mother had a child around Arwen’s age in the cart while carrying a fairly young baby in her arms. The father pushed the cart as she looked between two sizes of diapers, clearly stressed over the idea of having to spend double on diapers now.

“Is that a friend from nursery?“ You asked. Maybe you could set up a play date and maybe have another mom friend. It was rare to find in Hawkins as you and Eddie were the only ones in your friend group to have a child.

She nodded before pointing. "Baby sister."

“Awe is that her baby sister?” Eddie smiled, it made him happy to realize Arwen was becoming more social outside of the house.

"Uh huh."

"Do you want to go say hi?" Arwen smiled and nodded as you pushed the cart to meet her friend and make your own.

After exchanging contacts and promising a play date soon, your family gathered the rest of your groceries and checked out. As you piled the bags into the back of the car and buckled Arwen into her seat, you were headed back home.

The car ride was peacefully silent except for soft metal playing from one of Eddie's old cassettes. It was quiet before your attention was called.

“Where’s my baby?” You heard in a soft voice behind you. You looked into the rear view mirror to see Arwen was looking up at the both of you with serious concern on her face.

"What, honey?" You asked, confused at the sudden and random question.

"My baby sister." She added.

"Are you asking where your baby sister is?" Eddie chuckled. Arwen nodded, confused why her serious question was confusing and humoring her parents.

"Oh, Ari." You smiled. You wrapped around in the passenger seat to face your daughter as you answered your daughter's question with sincerity.“Well, Clara’s mommy has two babies. She has Clara and her baby sister, Gina.” You held out the number two as your daughter listened intently.

"I only have one baby-"

"That me!" Arwen gleefully added, pointing to herself and swinging her feet that dangled from the car seat.

“That’s right! You, you’re my precious baby. But that means in order for you to have a baby sister, I have to have two babies.” She nodded as if the concept was easy to obtain at her young age.

“Then have a baby!” She shrugged. So nonchalant as if it was the easiest thing in the world. Her quick response caused Eddie to choke from holding in a laugh, clearly amused by the conversation going on beside him.

"Well it's not that simple, baby. I woul-"

“Hush, don’t listen to mommy.“ Eddie spoke up, patting your thigh to bring your attention over to him. “Would you like a baby sister, Arwen?”

She nodded vigorously.

“I think we can arrange something.” Eddie squeezed your thigh, giving you a quick glance with a wink before focusing back on the road. “Besides, I don’t mind the process one bit-“

"Eddieee" you singed toward him in a warning tone.

"What? I think I'm on board with Arwen here."

"You don't think it's too soon?" You asked, not expecting this to seriously be a drive-home conversation. Eddie shrugged.

"I mean, the idea of having two little princesses running around the house doesn't sound too bad. What are we thinking; Eowyn? Rosie? Elena?" He drummed his fingers against your thigh, a big smile plastered on his face as he kept his eyes on the road.

"I think Tolkien is going to sue you if you keep using his names." He laughed at your comment. "But seriously, if you're serious, then I'm serious about it too." You responded, wrapping your hand around the one laid against your thigh. You gave his hand a small squeeze before falling back into a comfortable silence.

Oblivious to her parents' comments, Arwen smiled happily in her car seat. Excited to share the news to her new friend Clara, that she too had a baby sister on the way.

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y'all Tumblr crashed on me before I could post this so I had to rewrite some parts over again so its sadly not what I originally had but I still think its cute! Thanks again for all the love you've given my dad!Eddie fics <3

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Title: The Future Brings The Past

Gif credit @timbradford

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Taglist: @jesseswartzwelder. @nocturnalherb16.

Warning: Suicide, attempted murder of a unborn child.

Hank came home after a tough shift, the case he was working on had something to do with Justin. Justin seemed to be up to his old ways again.

He walked into the house like he always did, put his keys in the bowl by the door, kicked his shoes off and locked his gun in the safe. But something was off tonight. There was no sound of you in the kitchen, no humming to music that softly played in the background. No smell of food cooking like always.

Hank felt uneasy, he got his gun out of the safe and pointed it towards the living room as he tip toed across the hardwood floors. He wanted to call out your name but he knew that wasn't a good idea, if there was someone in the house. As he got to the kitchen he saw your painted toenails, he followed your legs they were tied to a chair. He saw that you were tied up and tape across your mouth. Then he noticed the big man beside you with a gun pointed to your head. You were crying and trembling. Your chest was heaving up and down as you panicked.

Hank reached for his phone, he got it out but that was the last thing he remembered as he was struck on the back of his head. Another intruder came up behind him without him knowing and hit him over the head with the end of a gun. You struggled to get loose as you saw his body drop in front of you. A spot of read on his head.

Hank groaned as he moved. His body hurt, felt like he was run over by a mac truck. He brought his left hand to his head and hissed as he grazed the gash in his head. He tried lifting his right hand but he was handcuffed to the heating radiator.

Hank looked up seeing you still tied to a chair and the intruder from last night standing over you. He suspected the one that hit him over the head was standing beside you as well.

"Sergeant Hank Voight, its a pleasure to finally meet you. Justin has talked about you so much". Said the one that had the gun pointed to your head with a chuckle. Voights gun to be exact.  The other stood snickering.

"Whatever you want, take it. Just let her go". Hanks husky voice was dry as he spoke.

"I'll keep that in mind. But for right now I need you to give me the combination to the safe in the basement or your pretty little girlfriend gets it". He nudged your head with the gun.

"No, I can't". Hank struggled agains the cuffs.

"You better tell us or I swear I'll kill her. I'll make you watch as she slowly and very painfully dies". The other one stepped in front of Hank. Which Hank took the opportunity to kick the guys legs out from underneath him and put him in a visegrip with his own legs. Squeezing the life out of him.

"Let him go now". The bigger intruder put the gun on Hank. But Hank didn't blink a eye as he starred into the man's eyes with the barrel of the gun pointed to his head.

"Let him go now". He warned again and cocked the gun. Hank resisted at first but he looked behind the man in front of him and saw you crying and your eyes tightly shut. He let go and the second intruder started coughing and wheezing. Hank met the end of the gun again but it didn't knock him out.

"So you're playing hard. I like the challenge". The big man took out a trash bag and threw it over your head. He was suffocating you. You struggled to breath. The air was being sucked from your lungs as you gasped.

Hank started screaming, kicking his legs as the second man came closer.

"Let her go. She's pregnant". Hank yelled his face turning red, the little vein bulging out on his neck.

The big man laughed as he loosed the bag, letting fresh air in. You sucked it in as fast as it came.

"So you're telling me we have the Sergeant of Chicago's girlfriend and unborn child in my hands? Wow. That will be an amazing reward if they found them both dead. Killing two birds with one stone".

"Let them go and you can have me. I'm worth more to Chicago then they are".

"But they're worth more to you than your own life so I think im going to keep them". He tightened the grip on the bag, taking your oxygen away once more.

"Please, stop". Hank screams as he saw your body go limp.

"Tell me the code".

"Fine". He said with a whisper, his head hanged low.

The big man let go of the bag, still on your head and walked over to Hank, who had tears running down his face.

"I suggest you tell me or after I'm done with your girlfriend I'm going to cut your child out of her. Then I'm going to kill you and leave you on the steps of your sons".

"8-6-12-26". Hank said beat.

"See now was that so hard"? He tapped Hanks cheek with his hand. He got up and walked with the other guy to the basement.  Hank struggled again with the cuffs. Pulling and trying to get his hand free. He managed to get out but at the cost of his hand. It was broken and bleeding as he ran to you. He ripped the bag off your head and checked your pulse. It was there but hardly. He went to the house phone and called 911, they were sending his team and a ambulance to his address.

Hank went to his desk and got out the gun he keeps hidden, he carefully and silently went down the basement steps. The two intruders were going through the safe. Their backs turned as Hank hit the bottom step.

"Find what you were looking for"? Hank spoke spooking them. The big man drew his gun as Hank shot off a shot towards the little man wounding him in the abdomen. He fell to the ground, the bag he had all the contents scattered on the floor.

"I'm leaving and you're going to let me. Or I'll finish your whole family off". The big man demanded. Hank shook his head, the sound of boots hitting the floor above him scared the big man. He fired off shots. Not looking where they went as he lunged towards the window. Hank ran after him as the glass was broken and he was crawling threw.

Hank grabbed his feet, trying to pull him back in but the big man kick Hank in the face. Planting Hank on the floor.

"Hank"!! Antonio's voice rang threw out the basement. The big man got free...for now.

Hank didn't bother to let Antonio look him over or to see if the other guy was alive. He took off up stairs and saw you were being taken out of a stretcher. He followed you out and got in. He was going with you while the team searched.

Hank got his hand bandaged up and the doctor was checking you and the baby out. You were with out oxygen for a little while so they monitored the baby but you on oxygen and made sure you were stable.

Hank kicked himself as he saw the state of you and his unborn child. He could get what the big man said out of his mind.

"Sergeant"? Jay approached Hank with caution.

"Yeah"?

"The suspect didn't make it but we got a name from his ID". Jay handed Hank a piece of paper.

"Any leads on the second guy"?

"No. But we're working on it. We're going to find this guy". Jay reassured him.

"I know we are. I won't stop until he's dead. Now Jay you're going to stay here and make sure no one comes in this room without a ID. If they look suspicious or you get a weary feeling call me. Got it"?

"Yes, Sir".

"Good. I'm going to pay my son a little visit". Hank gritted his teeth as he walked out of the hospital and into Jay's SUV. He gunned it to his sons house to get answers.

"What kind of trouble are you into"? Hank growled as his son backed away from him.

"I don't know what you're talking about". Justin's voice trembled. Hank chuckled and gripped the chair that was in front of him but that chuckled turned into Hank picking the chair up and throwing it against the wall. Justin jumped back.

"You don't know? Two men broke into my house, tied Y/N up and knocked me out. They cuffed me to the radiator and made me watch them put a bag over Y/Ns head as he suffocated her. She's pregnant Justin. Do you know what lack of oxygen can do to a expecting mother and her child? You could have gotten them both killed". Hank sternly yelled.

"I didnt know they were going to come after you. I just wanted out".

"They didn't come after me, they came after my family. So what have you gotten yourself into, Justin? Tell me the truth". 

"I'm sorry dad. I'm in deep". Justin broke down in front of Hank. Hank sighed and walked over to his son bringing him into a hug.

"It's going to be okay. We're going to get through this but you have to tell me the truth from now on. No more secrets".

"Okay". Justin sniffled, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.

"So who were they"?

"Some guys I met at a bar. They were asking around the bar, they wanted guys to help with a job. But it seems they knew who I was and singled me out".

"Names, Justin? Addresses"?

"I just know their names. Brad and Mark Willson. They're brothers".

"You did good, Justin. I'm going to send someone to get you and take you to the hospital. You can help Jay watch out for them".

"I'm sorry dad".

"It's all going to be okay". Hank rubbed his sons shoulder, comforting him. Justin went to pack a bag as Hank called the station putting out a ABP about the brother that escaped. He called Jay to warn him.

"Voight"? Mouse spoke over the phone.

"Yeah? What do you got"?

"The Willson brothers are the sons of Andrew Willson". "The brother you killed in the house was Brad, the other is Mark, the oldest".

"I've heard that name before".

"You should. You arrested him early last year for six counts of murder. He got killed in prison. His family sued the state and lost".

"So they sault out Justin to get to me. They want revenge. They blame me".

"I'm assuming that. Yes".

"Okay, just keep a track on his phone and find him".

"Yes, sir". The line went dead as Hank heard a crash upstairs. He grabbed his gun from his holster and tip toed up stairs. The noise got louder as he came to justins room. A familiar voice made Hank grip his gun tighter, his finger on the trigger.

"You're gonna die, boy". Mark hand his hands around Justin's throat as they wrestled on the floor.

"Let him go. Your problem is with me, not my family". Hank pointed the gun at Mark's head.

Mark let go of Justin and got off him standing with his hands in the air.

"You figured me out".

"It was easy. I just saw the resemblance of a murderer in your eyes".

"My father didnt kill those people".

"There was tons of evidence to put him away, its not my fault he got himself killed".

"It is, you put him there". Mark drew a gun and pointed it at Hank.

"I was doing my job".

"But you were wrong. My dad wasnt a killer. He loved his family".

"That was just a cover. Deep down he was a serial killer. If we didn't put him away, he would have killed you, your brother or your mom".

"You're lying". Mark screamed, his gun shaking in his hand.

"Did you happen to read those papers in your hands when you got them out of the safe"?

"No".

"Then you would have seen your father's confession. Telling me everything he did to those people. How he cut them up and fed them to the sharks. How he did it in your garage. He did it right under your nose and you knew nothing. That's how he fooled you. Always being there but he was never really there".

"Shut up, you're lying".

"I'm not". Hank shook his head.

"Now put the gun down".

"You think I'm stupid? If i walk out of this house I'll be put inside and killed just like he was".

Mark turned the gun on himself, je rested the gun under his chin.

"Don't do it, it's not worth it. Think about your mom, do you really want her burying two sons at once"?

"It's better this way, to save her from the embarrassment". Mark shut his eyes and pulled the trigger, Hank tried to grab the gun before it went off but it was to late. Mark's brains were all over Justin's celling and wall. His body hit the ground with a thud. Hank rushed over to Justin who was still out, he called for back up and a ambulance.

Justin was treated on the scene and Hank gave his statement. All he was thinking about was his family in the hospital.

After they let Hank go and sent Justin to the hospital for observation. Hank went to see you.

You were sitting up in bed, talking to Jay.

"Hey there". You say as Hank walks in.

Jay excused himself and Hank took his seat beside you.

"Everything okay"? You asked, taking Hank's hand in yours.

"Yeah, just a hard couple of days".

"How's Justin"?

"He'll be fine. Well at least until I send him off to training".

"Don't be to hard on him. We're fine. The baby is healthy and doesn't seem to be hurt".

"You sure? I was there". Hank rested his free hand on your stomach.

"Yeah, the doctor did tons of test and ultrasounds. Our son is happy, healthy and kicking up a storm".

"It's a boy"? Hank lite up as he heard.

"Can you handle another son"? You asked with a chuckle but was serious.

"Yeah, but I'm doing things differently this time".

"Don't change to much. Justin's a good kid, he just gets mixed up with the wrong people".

"Then our sons friends will have a back ground check and so will their parents. I'm not taking any chances".

"Oh, Hank". You rubbed his cheek with your thumb.

"I'm also going to be more careful with bringing my work home and into my life".

"I know. We'll take it one day at a time". You kissed his lips. Hank was worried about his unborn son and the life of a cop coming to haunt him. But he'll do anything to protect you and his sons.

[flowerpowell]

Until You Hate Me (Liam x MC)

PART ONE - THE DEAL

A/N: I am so nervous posting this since Liam is not my LI and I might accidently mess everything up. This series is an AU and doesnt follow canon at all. I dont know what else to say, I’m going to hide somewhere once I post it lol but if liked it please make sure to leave some feedback cause it makes my day! Characters belong to Pixelberry!

Rating: G

Word count: 2430

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Regina spat with contempt when she looked around the bar she just walked in. She was sure that if she caught any bacteria or virus here, Liam would be to blame. It was his idea after all.

When her step son was choosing the table for them, Regina was reminiscing about the circumstances that led to this ridiculous situation.

When Constantine died suddenly, Liam had to be coronated quickly but the rules were clear – he needed to have a wife or at least be engaged by that time. The coronation was in two months and Liam still hadn’t chosen his bride. None of the noble ladies that Regina introduced to him were ‘good enough’ for him.

“Liam, I beg you. You need to choose one of them before your coronation! I’ve just sent lady Penelope home, she was the last suitor left!”

“Regina... I told you I wanted to marry for love. All of the ladies are truly amazing but they are not for me.”

“How about lady Olivia? Maybe we can ask her again?”

“She’s a good friend of mine but that’s all.”

Regina sighed. “Liam, I’m afraid there are not many noble ladies left in court. And my vote is still on lady Madeleine. She’s very well prepared to be a Queen and maybe you two will grow to love each other at some point.”

“Lady Madeleine would indeed make a good Queen but a terrible wife.”

“Liam, we ran out of suitors. You’ve sent them all home.”

“Maybe... maybe my wife doesn’t need to be a noble...”

“What?” Regina raised her eyebrows. “You want a commoner to be your wife, to be a Queen?”

Liam ran his hand through his hair, “My mother was a commoner too. And I just... don’t think status is important.”

“Well, you are wrong then.”

Liam shot her an annoyed look before straighting himself. “It was nice talking to you, Regina, but I won’t change my mind.” He bowed slightly before exiting and Regina rubbed her temples. That boy was giving her so much trouble.

“I think this table should do,” Liam extended his hand to Regina and led her to the table he chose. She grimaced as she sat down and took out a tissue to clean the table at least a little. She couldn’t believe she agreed for that. Today was the day she brought up the engagement topic again, a week after their last conversation. They were in New York for a business meeting, Liam as a future King and she still as a Queen, before Liam would be coronated. It was their last day here and Regina came up with a plan on how to make Liam marry a noble suitor.

“Liam, I have a proposition.”

“Hmm? About that deal with France?” He didn’t even raise his head.

“No, about your engagement,” she said and Liam turned to her.

“Regina, we talked about it and--”

“Let me finish. Let’s have a deal. You can choose a commoner that will catch your attention and if she agrees, we’ll teach her all about the Royal protocol and rules. If after six weeks, that is one week before the coronation, that woman will be well prepared to be a Queen, that is, will pass the test at the dinner with the whole Court and the press, you’ll be free to marry anyone you want. This will prove that you can indeed make a Queen out of anyone. However, if you fail, you’ll marry Madeleine. That’s the least I can agree on. We need to think about Cordonia first and foremost.”

Liam looked at Regina with an unreadable expression on his face. He knew it wasn’t a perfect deal but she was trying, at least. He closed his eyes and nodded.

“Okay. I—I think I can try.”

“Splendid!” Regina clasped her hands. “Once we get back to Cordonia I will find some ladies from good famil--”

“No.” Liam said firmly and Regina looked at him, surprised.

“But... You just agreed...”

“And I intend to keep the deal. But I’ll choose someone myself. And I’ll start today.”

“An American?! Liam, you can’t be serious!”

“I am. You said anyone so let’s have it. In fact, I’m heading out right now,” Liam closed his laptop and took his jacket. Without saying any more words, he opened the door and Regina quickly followed him.

“Liam, I don’t think anyone here knows what occupational safety and health is. This place is dangerous. Besides, it’s a waste of time, we’ve been looking for a suitor for you for hours and you still haven’t found anyone. Do you think you’ll find someone here?”

“Regina--”

“Hello! My name is Riley and I will your waitress for tonight. Are you ready to order?” A waitress showed up interrupting Liam.

“Yes, young lady. I would love filet mignon and a glass of your best red wine.”

“Umm, I don’t think we have it but we do have burgers and they’re really good too. And we do have wine, but I don’t think it fits your criteria.” Riley smiled apologetically.

“We’ll have burgers,” Liam interjected and smiled back at Riley.

“Sure! Can I get you something to drink?”

“Just water, please. But not tap water, or whatever you Americans drink.” Regina said without even looking at the waitress. Riley nodded and left the table.

“Regina! Can’t you be at least a little nicer?”

“What for? We’re in some obscure bar in New York City, about to eat burgers! And she’s just a waitress, she’s not gonna remember us tomorrow!”

“Well, you’re wrong because I’m choosing her,” Liam stated and Regina’s face fell.

“You’re not serious, Liam. She’s a waitress! And there is no chance she’ll agree to fly to Cordonia!”

“I can always ask her.”

“You don’t even know her! How can you choose her without knowing her at all?”

“I don’t know none of the Noble ladies either. I just... felt something.”

“You felt something!” Regina repeated, “This isn’t happening...”

“I’ll ask her after we eat.”

“No! I will do it. I will ask her, it will be more believeable.”

“If you insist,” Liam shrugged slightly, his eyes locked on the waitress pouring the water into the glasses. “Just don’t tell her about our deal.”

“Of course I won’t.”

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Riley was trying as hard as she could to keep her eyes open. She had been working for almost twelve hours straight, fifth day in a row. She couldn’t complain though. She asked for it herself as she really needed the money. The situation had never been more desperate.

“Brooks! Look where you’re going!” Her manager jumped back as she absent-mindedly bumped into him and spilled the water.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She took a towel from under the counter and started wiping the floor.

“Excuse me.” She heard a voice and hit her head when trying to stand up.

“The burgers are almost ready,” she said, rubbing her head and trying to smile at the lady.

“No, I wanted to talk to you about something else. May I steal you for a minute?”

“Ughh, sure,” she threw a towel on the floor and led the lady to a room for staff only.

“I wanted to offer you a job. A well-paid job.”

“Yeah, thanks but I have a job,” Riley answered and opened the door to get out.

“I’m serious. I can offer at least a hundred thousand for six weeks.”

“A hundred... thousand? Dollars?” Riley asked confused. It felt like trap but she’d lie is she said she wasn’t interested.

“I wanted to say euros, but dollars can be as well.”

“If this is a joke then I am not laughing.”

“It’s not. I never joke.”

“Umm and... what I would supposed to do?”

“Here is the thing. I’m the Queen of a small country in Europe, Cordonia. My husband passed away a few weeks ago and now his son, Liam, who is here with me, will be crowned in less than two months. But the protocol clearly says he needs to be at least engaged before that. I found him suitable matches but he insist on courting someone... aside nobility.”

“Okay... And what do I have to do with it?” Riley asked confused.

“He saw something in you and chose you to be his suitor. Don’t ask me why, I don’t know. I know you probably know nothing about Cordonia and even less about being a Queen but my stepson is an idealist. I would pay you money for going to Cordonia with us and being his suitor for six weeks. Your job is to be the worst suitor the world has ever seen. I want you to make him hate the idea of marrying someone who’s not from nobility, make his teaching you so hard that he will never think of that again. You see,” Regina smiled at Riley, “Liam needs to marry someone who will make the best Queen. And I have a perfect match but he still lives in a fantasy.”

“Wait, stop.” Riley took a step back before looking at Regina. “You’re telling me that you are a Queen, Liam is about to be a King and you’ll pay me to be his awful girlfriend?”

“I would use different words but yes, that is somehow what I meant.”

“You’re sick. No offence but I’m not buying this.”

“Then google for yourself,” Regina took out her phone. Riley narrowed her eyes before taking her own phone and typing ‘Cordonia’ into Google. It didn’t take long before everything Regina said was confirmed by Wikipedia and other sources.

“I—I don’t know what to say and whatever game you two are playing I... I want to be out of this and please find someone else.” Riley wanted to leave the room but Regina grabbed her hand.

“I understand your confusion. I’d like this conversation to remain between the two of us only. Liam can’t know.” Riley nodded and Regina went on, “Here is my phone number should you change your mind. I assure you I was not joking and the offer was real. I’d have you sign a contract so everything would be legitimate. I can raise the pay to two hundred thousand if a hundred was unsatisfactory.���

“I need to think, I need... air.” Riley said and Regina nodded opening the door for her.

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After a few more hours, Riley was finally going back home. It was a long and weird day and Riley couldn’t stop thinking about the proposition she got. She needed money desperatly and pretending to be someone’s girlfriend, especially if that someone looked so good, didn’t seem like an awful job. But still, wasn’t it a little bit too low for her? Pretending to be the worst girlfriend, or suitor, wasn’t it a bit too mean?

“If it wasn’t my life I’d think I was in How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days,” she thought to herself when opening the door to her building.

“You’re finally here! Where’s my money?” Mr Johnson, a man who rented Riley an apartment jumped out of his office before Riley could even take a step.

“I told you I would pay you by the end of this month!”

“I’m done waiting! You keep repeating this but never pay me anything. I think I need to kick you out.”

“No, please, Mr Johnson, I will pay everyhing, I promise. This month has been a bit tough and I--”

“No excuses!” Mr Johnson yelled causing Riley to flinch. “You haven’t paid me in three months. I want your money. Now.”

“I... don’t have much. I only have twenty seven dollars at the moment but I need something to eat too--” She was cut off by the man yanking the money from Riley’s hands.

“That will do until tomorrow. Good night,” he said closing the door behind him. Riley bit her lip trying to suppress her tears.

She just walked into her small apartment when her phone rang.

“Jeremiah? Why are you calling me so late? You should be asleep!”

“I can’t sleep, Miss Riley! I overheard Mrs Dulay talking with someone about closing the Children’s Home and now I’m scared they will take me away from Sophia, Jack, Simon and Patricia!” Jeremiah was sobbing and Riley’s eyes widened.

“Closing the Children’s Home? I’m sure you heard something wrong! It will not be closed, okay? I promise.”

“O-okay. Will you visit us tomorrow Miss Riley?” He asked and Riley smiled involuntarily. She loved visiting the kids and Jeremiah was her favorite, maybe because he was so similar to her when she was his age. Any time she had some spare money she would take him, and his closest friends, for ice cream.

“I wish I could but I’m working. Another time, okay?”

“Okay,” she heard him sigh.

“Go to sleep, honey. It’s super late, you’ll be a zombie tomorrow!”

“Then I’ll eat your boss’s brain and you’ll come here!” Jeremiah said and Riley chuckled.

“Goodnight, Jeremiah!”

“Good night Miss Riley,” the boy said before the line went silent. She quickly messaged Mrs Dulay, who was also Riley’s closest friend.

“Is everything ok at the children’s home?”

Her phone beeped a few seconds later:

“How did you know? Jeremiah...? Ah, this boy! But no, it’s not going too well. There’s plenty of kids and not enough money to feed them all. Today I was told we might need to send the kids to other homes if we don’t ‘fix’ the situation.”

Riley felt the tears rolling down her cheeks. Why does everything has to be so hard?

“Got it. I wish I could help but yeah, I have no money -_-”

“Don’t worry, darling, we’ll figure somethig out.”

Riley fidgeted with her phone while considering her options. Maybe... it was a sign? Without thinking too much about it, she retrived a piece of paper with a phone number on it and typed a message.

“I agree but I need more specific instructions.”

The answer came almost immediately:

“Great! The Royal jet leaves at 6. Don’t be late.”

[r-ahh-mi]

Oh Baby, You.

An Epilogue to the ‘You Got What I Need’ Series.

Part One II Part Two II Part Three II Part Four II Part Five II Part Six

Warnings: Light Smut, Light Angst, Loads of Fluff Word Count: 6.4k

A/N: Hi all! Just a reminder, I will be writing a Prologue to this series as well, which will highlight how Rami & Reader came into this funky FWB situation. Hope you enjoy this little ending to the series & thanks for reading xx

“I know it isn’t your weekend to have them, but I have a raging migraine right now and-”

“You don’t need to explain Y/N, i’m on my way.”

He was so understanding, but then again when wasn’t he? Always compassionate and thoughtful and attempting to see the best in everyone -- including in me. He always, always, always tried to see me out for the better, even when I didn’t deserve it and for that, I am truly grateful. Even more importantly, I am elated that he looked past my faults and past mistakes and decided to keep a healthy relationship with the mother of his children. 

Although we broke up shortly after receiving news of the twins, we made it work. He was there every step of the way through out my pregnancy and was the best father that I could have asked for. Take now for instance, it is my time to have the twins and here he was, without hesitation, rushing over to watch them so I could have a mere moment to rest and gather myself while this massive migraine decided to rain down on me out of nowhere.

I missed him, but then again I did very often..and when I say I miss him I don’t a simple, ‘oh i haven’t seen you in awhile’, type of feeling, I mean I missed him as in when he was mine. Whenever he’d come by to pick up the twins, I always made sure I looked my best; applying makeup, doing my hair, getting on a cute, yet appropriate outfit to wear while lounging around the house. Making an effort for him was the least I could do and, although I know he had his share of partners since we had parted ways romantically, I still held on to him and that tiny idea that we would find each other.

Embarrassingly thinking about the ‘what if’ for our future, way too often, but it was something I couldn’t help. I hadn’t realized it at the time, but in present time it is clear to see that I loved him way back then and although things got fuzzy, mainly me making said things fuzzy, we still always made it work somehow. He dropped out of a movie so I could take on an acting role, and me doing vice versus for him as well and somehow, everything was working for us right now.

Even now, the harsh screams of our two year old’s running a muck through out the condo was something that I was usually just fine with, but today my head was throbbing and begging to be left in a dark room with utter silence and, when you have a boy and a girl, both in the toddler age group, then silence and darkness are nowhere to be found.

I decided on a seated position on my living room floor as the twins walked back and forth, showing me their prized animal toys as I quizzed them on the names and sounds that the animals made. Thankfully, Rami lived a short distance away and I heard his pounding feet coming down the hall in less than 15 minutes while the kids were doing their best ‘moo’ and ‘oink’ sounds.

As the door opened, our children greeted Rami with squeals as their, newly accustomed to running, legs pounded over to him and hugged either of his calves -- a sight that always made my heart soar. Not to mention it was summertime, making Rami’s skin much darker and his hair pitch black as a grey fitted t shirt hugged his torso so well, a little too well for his ex girlfriend and ‘baby mama’ to handle. Regardless, he looked good, very, very good.

This instantly made me size myself up. In the thick of my pain, I hadn’t even remembered to put at least some sort of effort into my appearance..but hey, at least I had a matching short and shirt pajama combo on..that was good for something right? Meanwhile, he was dressed like a casual Greek god with a leather jacket slung lightly over one of his shoulders as he swooped up our two children in his arms as they both hugged him tightly and repeated ‘daddy’ to him as a way of showing their admiration and excitement to be seeing him.

For the first couple minutes he paid sole attention to our children, something I adored watching, as he asked them how they were, what they had been up to, and returning the conversation to his day and how much he missed them. However, they would eventually want to be set down on the floor, no doubt, so they could run around in a destructive prance and then would Rami turn his attention to me and this time was no different.

“You look tired”, Rami said as he eyed up my form, probably wondering how on earth he could’ve let a walking disaster, much like myself, see him naked once before.

“Ya know, saying ‘you look tired’ to someone is just a nice way of saying ‘you look terrible’.”

“Hey”, he threw his hands up defensively, “I never said that. You look fine for someone who has a migraine, not to mention someone whose popped out two kids.”

I didn’t reply to his attempt at swooning me, but rather just sent him a smirk as I turned around and walked towards my kitchen. Thankfully, this gave me plenty of time to wipe the redness from my blushed cheeks.

He always did this. This sort of flirty banter, but nothing ever came of it, no matter how much I wanted it to. Even though our time as a labeled relationship was short, make that 24 hours kind of short, I still devoured and treasured every minute that I could of it and still longed for the time I would potentially be able to call him mine again. Although, that was much too far fetched; i knew that much was true.

I heard Rami follow behind me as  two pairs of feet came thumping directly behind him, not to mention a few giggles accompanied with the little symphony our toddlers were creating. Our little girl ran directly into my shin, gazing up at me as she lifted both of her arms high up in the air.

“Up?”, I questioned her as she nodded her small bed of brown curls with a smile while I shuffled the toddler into my arms and let her rest against my chest.

I found myself gazing at her little eyelashes and then her face, taking in the beauty that was this child that me and Rami created. She was very much the perfect mix of the both of us. She had lightly tanned skin, her fathers hair, and my eyes paired with his facial bone structure, even though, it was admittedly hard to see underneath those chubby cheeks of hers, but I saw them. I had studied his face for so long that I knew him when I saw him and I saw him a lot in her. Even when it came to her personality. She was much more calm then her brother and always seemed to be listening to thinking about something. 

In fact, although she was a toddler and had a short attention span, she always made sure to hold eye contact with me as I talked with her and seemed like she was genuinely listening and attempting to process things as she waited for me to end my conversation or phrase. 

Now her brother, on the other hand, though he was the spitting image of Rami, was very hyper and creative; always attempting to gain attention from wherever he went, which was entertaining to say the least. Whether it be waving to everyone he saw at the grocery store, or stopping to do a little bop (his version of dancing) when any upbeat music came on, he was an angel and him and his sister seemed to balance each other out perfectly.

“Mama?”

I peered over and glanced at my son who was now sitting on top of Rami’s shoulders as he reached out for me to hold him.

“Sounds like someone wants mom hmm?”, I smiled at Rami smugly, much enjoying the natural tight bond I had with the children I once carried in my womb.

“You know dad exists to? Dad’s not that bad.”

I laughed as our son practically forced his way off of Rami’s shoulders as I shifted my body so I could hold both of them in my arms. I began bouncing each of them, sending giggles vibrating off of their tongues as I hummed a nursery rhyme I knew they both loved.

“I’m so lucky.” I looked up to see Rami smiling affectionately at the three of us.

He always seemed to happy now a days, which was great to see despite him working many hours and showing up looking as if he just got done with work and had had zero sleep (which was a very real possibility). Never did he refuse to see his children when it was his asserted time to, nor did he ever say no in times like these when I wasn’t feeling my best and needed some time to myself. I admired that about him a lot. I admired a lot about him though.

“We are so lucky”, I smiled at him, emphasizing the ‘we’ part.

“Very true. Thanks for making them with me.”

I bit my lip to contain the grin that was daring to spread all the way to my cheeks as I focused my gaze on the floor, avoiding eye contact with him at all cost. Because, if i didn’t think of having sex with him enough while I was alone, I surely didn’t want to think of it when he was standing right next to me.

“Alright, what do you say we got to the park and let mom rest a bit!”

Without hesitation, the twins wiggled their way out of my arms, nearly making me drop their short bodies as they ran around, chanting about the park in the process.

“Thank you, again, for doing this so last minute”, I thanked him.

“It’s the least I can do. Plus, spending time with our little destructive twins isn’t all that bad.”

We both shared laughs as we kept our eyes fixed on one another for a little too long, something we would do often whenever we had to see each other. To most, it could seem like we were just taking in the others expression, but to us, at least on my end, I was replaying the past. Our past that was filled with so much good and a whole lot of complicated, but eventually it all seemed to work and fit together in this terribly awkward puzzle of a family we have going on here. Of course, if I had it my way I would’ve loved to be a proper family, and when I saw proper family I refer to mom and dad at least being in a romantic relationship with each other, but I understood his decision to not want to be in a relationship with me after finding out I was pregnant.

He couldn’t trust me and I didn’t blame him a bit for that. His reasoning was severely valid and, to this day, I still mourned what could have been had I told him right then and there despite whatever terms we were on at that time, but there was no going back, no changing of the past that I could do to fix it and that was fine; I accepted that a long time ago. However, it didn’t rid me of my utter adoration for him and deep longing to be his. I don’t think anything could ever do that.

We both finally broke our gaze off one another as our daughter came into view while she sat directly at the foot of her father while her tiny hand tugged on his dark jeans.

“Park?”, she said so softly and patiently as her small smile covered her face.

“Yes baby girl, park”, he said as he swooped her up in his arms and placed a kiss to her forehead. Immediately, she giggled and rested her head on his shoulder and I felt my heart sing just at the sight of the two of them. 

“Do you need anything else before I go lay down?”

Rami shook his head as he slung the diaper bag over his shoulder while still holding our daughter in the other arm.

“Go lay down babe.”

Babe. God, the fact that he still called me that always made me swoon even though it had been a couple years now that he’d been calling me that...it still did so much to me and I think that spoke for my feelings perfectly.

I nodded, but as I walked past Rami to go down the hallway, I felt a strong hand playfully smack against my ass.

Although Rami was always flirty with me, we had never had physical contact quite like that. In fact nothing more than a friendly kiss on the cheek and hug were all we had shared..but his touch was leaving me feeling so needy right now and i wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

Our little girl broke out in a fit of giggles as I turned around and glared at Rami, all the while he had a playful smirk on his lips as he caressed his daughters back.

“What?”

“Mhmm”, I hummed as I hovered in the doorway of my bedroom.

“Didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to admire how hot the mother of my children was”, and with that, Rami urged our little boy to hold his hand as all three of them made a bee line for the front door.

“Hope you feel better”, Rami said just before he closed the door behind him leaving me in silence.

God, I hate how he made me feel even to this fucking day and I hate that I fell onto my bed and just laid their with my eyes glued to the ceiling as I pictured how our life would be together. I was being such a high school girl with a massive crush on the most popular jock and it was god awful because we had already been down this road and it was clear that there wasn’t another fork or side street I could take for us to join each other once again.

I hated that I secretly dreaded and craved the times he would come pick the kids up or anytime we both had to be at a family function together because I knew this feeling would flutter back in, as if my heart was its resting grounds, and make me feel this heart wrenching pain and constant reminder that I fucked up. I wonder if he felt it too.

I wonder if he ever did the very thing I’m doing now, picturing our lives together had everything not taken such a wild route, but I would be so lucky for him to even fathom the thought. I knew he was living life up as a successful Hollywood bachelor -- I wasn’t oblivious to tabloid photos and I was still involved in the acting scene so word got around about who was kissing and sleeping with whom. The fucking hilarious thing is that it always hurt. The sting never faded, just kept bubbling and bubbling until I would have to slam my computer shut or excuse myself from the conversation regarding the father of my children and, more privately, the love of my life.

Eventually I had exhausted myself and my thoughts as I felt my eyelids grow heavy. Wincing a little, I pressed my finger to my temple as I reached for the medicine on my bed side table and popped a pill into my mouth while gulping down a drink of water. My head hit the pillow and, in an instant, I was out as my body attempted to cooperate with me, or rather, comply with the drugs I just fed it.

-

You know those moments when you fall asleep and wake up with no knowledge of falling asleep? This was one of those fuzzy moments as I felt myself start to wake up as I heard loud screeches and shrills from somewhere in my home. Admittedly, I was a bit scared at first, until I heard Rami’s deep voice soothing the children from, what I assume to be, a tantrum that ensued. My hand slipped out of my warm blanket to grab at my phone, that i’d placed on the charger just before slipping into a deep sleep, as my eyes focused on the numbers listed on my lock screen. 

11:45 pm usually signaled nap time for the two bundles of joy -- this must be the cause of all the loud voices which, i’m sure, Rami was trying to prevent so that I could rest comfortably, but with two kids, it’s hard to get any sort of volume control over them, I knew that all too well.

Suddenly, it went quiet just before I heard a door shut. Rami was hopefully getting the twins settled and calmed so they could take their naps and then he’d be free to go. I hated when he left. Every time, I wanted to reach my hand out and tug on his arm and beg him to stay and just hang out with me, sort of like old times. Maybe we could watch a movie? Maybe we could make some food together and attempt to chat over the various sounds of things being cooked over a stove? On more simpler times, maybe we could just make out?

My bedroom door was suddenly cracked, letting the hallway light peek through as I saw a tuft of dark hair and glimmer of tan skin become illuminated. I barely moved, but it was enough for Rami to notice that I wasn’t asleep.

“Did you rest at all”

“I did yeah. Just woke up actually.”

Rami nodded as he left the door slightly open and came to sit on the edge of my bed.

“Twins are sleeping.”

“Thank you”, I smiled at him genuinely as he smiled back at me before dropping eye contact and fixing his gaze onto the shapes and textures of my duvet.

It was like this for a couple minutes -- unbearable and awkward silence was making my breath quicken as I fiddled with my fingers set on top of my duvet.

“Did you want something?”

Rami jerked his head up, shaking it slightly, as he looked at me with a look i hadn’t seen in awhile. I almost couldn’t remember what this look was for..until he spoke.

“I miss you.”

I was speechless as I just stared, something I was all too well at doing.

“I just wanted to spend some time with you while we didn’t have any interruptions. You know, talk and catch up; we don’t get to do that anymore.”

“You’re right we don’t..”, I nodded agreeingly, “we definitely don’t.”

“So..”

“Soo”, I reiterated.

“Tell me what you’re up to..any new roles you’re excited for?”

I shook my head. Although I loved acting and saw it as my purpose in life, right now my purpose was my children, so I hadn’t been very antsy to go after any new roles; only taking ones that were offered to me and seemed to fit into my busy schedule.

“Is this because of the twins?”

You shrugged, “Being a mom is important to me and I don’t want anyone else raising my kids like a nanny or some bull shit.”

“Yeah, but I thought we promised each other that we would accommodate. I don’t want it to just be me taking roles, if that means you can’t.”

“We’ve promised each other lots of things Rami.”

I knew I shouldn’t have said it. The second the words left my mouth I coward and slumped my body as instant regret smothered me.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

Rami didn’t say anything, which made me look back up to find him looking at me with a type of hurt in his eyes as he ever so slightly scooted closer to the middle of my bed.

“You know that I wish things were different right? This isn’t my ideal situation, I hope you know that.”

“Yeah, I know..believe me, I know. It’s not mine either.”

“It’s just..you know I can’t trust you.”

Loudly, I huffed with tears threatening to leave my pupils. “Its been two years Rami.”

“That doesn’t change what you did Y/N!” His voice was loud and angry as I shushed him and encouraged him to fully shut the door.

He shut the door, a little too loudly for my liking as I shot him daggers with my eyes. “You’re going to wake them up.”

His facial expression immediately softened as he took his seat on the bed again as my eyes took in every movement he made while he brushed a hand through his thick dark hair and let out a loud sigh. “I’m sorry.”

“Just--”, I stopped the words that were attempting to betray my conscious that was currently screaming at me to just be honest and open with him.

“Say it. Say what you’re thinking.”

“No Rami It-”

“Fucking say it.”, although, his harsh language would make anyone think he was angry, his soft tone and facial expression were mirror images of a puppy with the brightest and biggest brown eyes, dying for you to take them home. Except, Rami was dying for me to be open and honest -- simple, yet a task in my eyes.

Suddenly, Rami scooted even closer on the bed until his crossed legs were parallel to mine that were covered by the duvet and as Rami placed his palms on the tops of my covered thighs, we resembled that one scene from the beloved 80’s movie Sixteen Candles. You know, the one where Samantha Baker and Jake Ryan finally are able to bask in their puppy love, at the very end of the film, as they sit on top of a dining room table with the room illuminated only by candles. The film encaptures the perfect, yet, intangible ending because love is never ever that easy. I wish it was, I truly do, but what me and Rami have isn’t puppy love and, sadly, me and Rami weren’t just two teenage misfits trying to find our place in the world and loving each other in the process. No, we were grown adults with children, that we created together, paired with a bittersweet past to match our even more bitter attitudes towards where we both stood with each other.

“Talk to me���, Rami said as he flipped his hands over, palms facing up and awaiting for my own hands to fall into place with his and I let them do just that.

Rami squeezed my hands, encouraging me as I nodded. “I just don’t get why you won’t give me another chance... No, give us another chance because this isn’t even about just me anymore Rami, clearly you are feeling this to-”

“What are you feeling?”

I shouldn’t have assumed i guess. He could very well just be trying to keep a good and open relationship with the women who mothered his children, but somehow I didn’t think that was true. This time I was confident he was feeling what I was feeling and I wasn't’ risking passing it up.

“I feel...I feel like we both want to be together but...but we are fighting each other on it. Which is crazy! Isn’t it crazy? We both want the same things and yet we are too scared to say anyt-”

It felt like the wind was knocked out of me or that ‘this couldn’t possibly be happening’ feeling, but it was happening. His lips quickly punctured my rant, that I had been rehearsing for months, as his hand came up to grasp the back of my neck to deepen the long, passionate kiss we were tangled up in. His lips, my god his lips; they were soft and oh so familiar as we both synced our movements as the hot smooches persisted.

I wasn’t even think, I was purely doing what felt right and natural as I gripped the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him closer to me, making him fall forwards, knocking me flat on my back and taking him right down with me, but never did our lips pull apart. Even when we laughed and nibbled on each others bottom lip, we never disconnected because we wanted nothing but to be touching and indulging in the others presence.

Rami’s hands soon found the bottom of my pajama top as he, without hesitation or second guess, pulled the fabric up and over my head. His mouth jumped onto my bare chest as his lips enclosed around my nipple, sucking and biting while his other hand massaged my other breast.

Our breaths were hot and loud as my hands fumbled with his shirt, making him pull his face away from my chest, but only long enough so I could leave his upper half naked. My eyes devoured him and my hands took advantage of this time as they smoothed up from his happy trail, to his stomach, were I felt his muscles tense up below me, until they left to rest on his chest.

Everything was fast and needy and exactly how I wanted it right now because I too was needing him and, judging by the growing bulge in his pants, he was needing me just as much.

My hands smoothed down and over his crotch, feeling the material covering his erection as I kneaded him, making Rami moan while he grinded his hand against my palm.

“You have no idea how often I've thought about doing this to you”, Rami’s breathy and growl-like words dug straight into my ear as he took a small bite into my earlobe while I fumbled with getting the zipper and button on his jeans to cooperate with my efforts to get rid of them.

“Mmm, tell me”, Rami pulled away from me, looking slightly confused as I pushed his jeans down his hips.

“Tell me how often you think about this.”

Rami seemed to grow a bit bashful at my request as he willingly kicked the rest of the denim from his legs, leaving him nearly nude in front of me as I got several layers deep in a deadly sin just eyeing him and appreciating that right now he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him; whether that be purely sexual or romantic, I didn’t give a single fuck, because we were both on the same page at this moment.

Instead of answering my question, he returned his mouth to my neck, leaving open mouthed kisses to the tight skin while one of his hands slipped underneath my shorts and went straight to the top of my underwear. His finger tips danced straight down in between my legs as one of his fingers glided along my covered fold, sending my back arching into his touch.

“Don’t tease. I’ve waited long enough, haven’t I?”, I whimpered.

Rami’s smile could be felt against my neck just before he rearranged his body so that he was resting between my legs with his knee’s holding him up as his hands found the tops of my shorts and panties and dragged both of them down my thighs as I assisted him by bending my knees, allowing him to easily get rid of the rest of my clothing.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yeah, cause i’m a little more focused on other things right now like the naked girl laying under me.”

He attempted to distract me by pulling down the remainder of his clothing; discarding the light grey briefs and pushing them down his thighs with the help of his foot as he rested both of his hands on either side of my head. Sure, the distraction worked for a while as I reached my hand between us and began stroking his hard member, but I quickly recalled my question once he closed his eyes and began moving his hips so he was thrusting into my hand.

“You still didn’t answer my questions.”

Rami’s eyes peaked open as breathy moans still kept panting off of his tongue as he pressed his forehead against mine.

“Why does it matter?”

“Because..”, my hand moved the tip of his shaft against my folds, letting him feel how wet he had gotten me with the minimal touching we had already done. “Do I need a reason?”

“God you’re so wet.”

“Hmm?”, Rami’s voice was so soft and deep that you almost wouldn’t have heard his filthy words, but I heard them. I simply just wanted to hear him utter them louder.

Instead, he groaned, swatting my hand off of his erect cock as he gripped his shaft and pressed his tip to my entrance, making me involuntarily arch my back into him, causing him to enter me ever so slightly.

We were both moaning messes as Rami looked at me, silently asking if he could continue.

“You know I want it, jus-”

Before I could finish my thought, he was fully entering me at a slow pace as he winced above me, keeping his teeth latched tightly onto his bottom lip.

“Fuck.”

“I second that ‘fuck”, I whined as Rami tried his best not to laugh, but failed miserably.

“I hate you so much sometimes.”

I frowned, taking his lighthearted words much too literal for what they were because it was exactly what I had thought for the past couple years. I thought he hated me and was just putting on a happy show for our kids to see so they wouldn’t grow up knowing that there parents royally fucked up, or rather their mother royally fucked up any chance they had at loving each other.

“Hey, i’m joking. You know that, right?”, Rami let his thumb brush against the peak of my cheek bone, just below my eye, as he look at me intently.

I nodded, keeping my eyes out of the line of direct contact as I fumbled with the hairs on the back of his neck; twirling them around my finger.

“Look at me.”

I obeyed and looked at his sincere eyes as he continued stroking my cheek, just before he pressed a kiss to my lips.

God, this had to have been the best kiss i’d ever had the pleasure of indulging in. Not only because it was hot and heavy, but it was sincere and like a full glass of water on a hot summer day in Texas. It was filling me up, physically and emotionally, and the dripping emotions it carried through his lips to mine were like tiny endorphins making me smile again -- making me love him again and again.

“I want you”, I mumbled against his lips, both meaning his heart and soul and everything he had to offer as well as his body moving inside of me.

He definitely understood part of what I was saying as he moved his hips so that his cock moved completely out of me, before he roughly slammed back inside of me, making me latch my hands onto his biceps with a death grip.

“You still haven’t answered my-”

“Are you fucking kidding me”, Rami said breathlessly as he smiled down at me, not fully believing that I was so hung up on a question so petty in his mind.

“Did you think about it when you were kissing other girls?”, Rami had now gotten a slow, but steady thrusting rhythm as he filled me up -- feeling every inch of pleasure I had to offer him as he nodded his head.

“Yes, I--fuck--I always thought of you.” His words were spaced out, interrupted, and breathy, but I could still make out entirely what he meant.

“Even whe--shit--when you were fucking them.”

“Especially...”, gradually, his thrusts sped up until he was at an even, medium pace; just enough so I could really, really feel his warmth and every twitch of pleasure,”...especially when I was fucking them.”

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, both from pleasure as well as from the erotic words spewed from his mouth. Rami’s eyes, however, were wide open, watching my every reaction as they grew grey, a much darker shade then they normally were, as his one arm held himself up, while the other picked up my thigh, bending it and pressing it towards my chest so I could feel him deep -- so fucking deep.

“Ever--every time I buried myself deep inside someone..it was you. All I really wanted was you.”

I hadn’t noticed, but a single tear had slid down from my eye, making Rami’s eyes grow puppy dog like as he swiped the tear away. His thrusts slowed down a bit, most likely due to his attention being geared toward me and why I was crying, but it still felt so good. Just to be with him and near him felt so incredibly good and right.

“Anyone I dated, anyone I kissed; it was to find someone like you and no one”, his lips trembled slightly as they hovered over mine, “no one could touch you. Its always been you baby.”

I simply nodded, feeling much too overwhelmed with sexual pleasure and emotional contentment to muster up any words as I closed the gap between our lips; pressing them together in a hard kiss, hoping that did the trick in delivering the words that I couldn’t seem to find right now.

From then on, our lips never disconnected. Not even after we both were desperate, moaning messes, not even when I reached my high with a high pitched moan, and especially not when Rami reached his climax with a few sputtered thrusts and throaty groans. We never broke apart, not even to catch our breath as we clung to each other while coming down from the highs due to our orgasms; we merely just breathed in one another, mixing salty tears and saliva with one another as we relished in this feeling and this action that we were both so terribly involved in.

The only noise that caused us to move apart was the sound of one of the twins crying. Without hesitation, me and Rami pulled apart to stare at the baby monitor set on my side table as we both looked at the infant that was awake much too early from their nap.

“I’ll go check on her”, Rami said as he wiggled his sweaty, naked body off of mine.

“No, i can go. You did enough.”

“How about we both go?” I nodded with a smile as I managed to get my equally sweaty and sore body up to a sitting position as I tugged my pajama top and panties back on, but skipping the shorts.

Rami had grabbed his briefs and tugged them back on, but leaving all of his other clothing scattered on my floor where we had thrown them in the heat of the moment. I smiled, thinking back to how familiar this was, how carefree we both were before our babies and before the pregnancy and before all the complications had ensued. Rather, here we were, half clothed and comfortable as we pranced around my home, down the wood floored hallway as we shuffled, with quiet feet, to the door of the nursery.

Rami gently, turned the handle, attempting not to disturb the other twin who was sleeping soundly, as he scooted towards our little girl who was red cheeked and a crying mess. He scooped her up in his arms gently and pulled her out of the nursery, closing the door behind him, and cooing in her ear to try and soothe her.

“Shh, honey shh. It’s okay, daddy's got you.”

Her hicupped cries began to settle as he rocked her gently back and forth in his arms and I just gazed on, acknowledging that right now was Rami’s moment to be the dad that I knew he was amazing at. So, I took my role as a smiling mother in the background, grinning from ear to ear as I watched our little girl fall back asleep as her sniffles began to quiet.

“Should I put her back in bed?”, Rami whispered.

I shook my head, “She can sleep with us in our bed.”

“Our bed, huh?”, Rami waved a cocky eyebrow as he took note of my mistake -- calling my bed our bed, no matter how small, was still vastly incorrect...for now at least, but I could feel things were changing. Changing for the better.

“You know what I-”, Rami interrupted me as he waved his hand, well, to the best one could while holding a sleeping soundly two year old.

Silently, we both walked back to my bedroom as Rami plopped onto the bed gently, placing our little girl next to him and me curling up under my duvet right next to her so that she was sandwiched between the two of us.

We both curled up on our sides, facing one another as we smiled at each other, either one of our hands occasionally brushing against our daughters sleeping body, until we both reached out for her at the same time, but instead Rami took a hold of my hand in his, gently holding it against his palm.

I looked up towards him to see a grin plastered on his face, taking note of the single little curl that was glued to his forehead from the prior passionate “activities” we had indulged in. I took on a grin to match his as his thumb began playing with the skin near my knuckles as we both just relished in this moment; not really knowing what it meant or what was happening, but one thing we both knew was that we were moving in a direction that felt right and suddenly, I was happy things didn’t work out a couple years ago, because now I was going to get to re introduce myself to this Rami. This new man that stood before as a loving human being and even more loving father.

I loved him like this and now, I knew for sure that, he loved me to.

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ange déchu / h.s au

Word count: 2341

Contains: drug-use

A story about a troubled young girl named Lola, who meets a hopeless song writer called Harry. The rest is history.

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The air was thick - the concoction of alcohol, cheap perfume and smoke filling my nostrils, along with other things.

The only sound I could hear was the distant sound of the music from outside the restroom along with undecipherable words spoken by passerby's.

I could barely recognise myself as I stood before my reflection, my pupils completely dilated, my eyes surrounded by a purple hue that peaked through the now oxidised foundation that barely covered the small freckles on my nose. The black eyeliner that surrounded my eyes was smudged, only adding more to the disheveled look that I'm apparently trying to pull off.

As soon as I lean into the sink I'm startled by the sudden increase of volume caused by a group of girls entering the restroom, one face in particular I recognise, making me turn my head back to the sink and resume what I was doing. I turn on the cold tap while I use my other hand to move my unkept hair to the side, leaning down to use my free hand to cup the icy cold water.

"Lola?" I hear a small voice and I know it's her. I can't bring myself to turn my head, so instead I splash the cold water over my face, feeling instantly refreshed at the numbingly cold water as it drips from my chin and the tip of my nose. I reach for the paper towels. The reason I excused myself to the restroom is because I saw her, alongside him. It brought bile to my throat and I couldn't catch my breath, it was too much too soon, and it ended in me craving it. Craving it so bad.

"Lo? Is that you?" The nickname she used rang in my ears and made the hairs on my back stand on edge and my blood began to boil. What a fucking nerve.

This time she sounded more desperate, standing only a few feet away from me as her friends dispersed into the toilet stalls, still laughing and continuing the conversation between each other. 

I turn on my heels, dabbing my face with the paper towel as I'm met with her. Her eyebrows pulled together, showing a small crease in between, her ruby red lips parted slightly. I can't help but feel under interrogation as her eyes raked down my body, taking in my appearance - which is completely different from the last time I saw her.

"Hi, Emma." I say nonchalant, wiping the wetness from my hands with the already damp paper towel.

"Uh-" she holds her hand out towards me, "When did this happen?" She gestures to my appearances. She looked in shock, or maybe disgust? I'm not sure anymore. I couldn't give a shit, really.

"I haven't seen you in two years. A lot happened." I scold. My eyes burning into her own. It takes her a moment to reply as she shifts her weight from foot to foot, her demeanour softening slightly at my words.

"Lola-"

"Have a good night, yeah?" I interrupt, unable to take another second of being in the same room as her. Her familiar  fragrance filled my senses as I walked past her, leaving her standing in the middle of the restroom. Before I could escape, I hear her call for me once more. I hesitantly turn around with a sigh.

"Lola, you forgot something." She turns her head towards me, her doe eyes glazed over. With alcohol? Tears? I couldn't really make out. She reaches over to the sink to retrieve something, and I could instantly feel my stomach sink. She held the small baggie of white powder towards me and I snatch it out of her hand before walking out the restroom - Ignoring the small feeling of guilt I felt in my stomach as I try to shake away the image of her crestfallen eyes peering up at me.

Emma Kingsley, my once alleged best friend of 11 years. We were joined at the hip - everywhere she was I was to follow and the same with me. We met when I was just 8 years old, her father bringing her over to our home because my mother was throwing a small get together. A celebration of her divorce to my father, you could say. Me and Emma clicked instantly. I was the quiet, reserved one and Emma stepped on anyone that gave me hassle and spoke for me when I struggled with words - which happened frequently - and I was there when her father left her with nothing. I was always there for her.

No one understood our friendship, but that was okay.

I shake my head again, almost as if I was shaking away the memories of us. It was a painful reminder of when she completely tore my heart out my chest and broke it into tiny shards onto the ground, not forgetting to step on it while she was at it.

The music was deafening and the club was thriving. I find myself walking towards the bar and propped myself onto the stool. The bartender seemed busy, so I turn my attention to the crowd of people on the dance floor.

My eyes skimmed across the ocean of bodies, trying to detect Collette, who I promised I would only be two minutes, in which she replied by counting slowly, resulting in me rolling my eyes but unable to keep a small smile from finding its way on my lips.

She was with Jack, a guy that found his way in our group a couple months back. I knew the minute I saw Collette's eyes brighten the second he walked in the room, alongside Daniel, her older brother, that she was completely infatuated. I can't blame her, he's total eye candy. He's the bad boy type, which is a complete 360 compared to his personality.

They're probably making out and dancing unapologetically on each other somewhere, so I decide against raking through the crowd and I lean back onto the bar, resting my forearm on the marble surface.

"You look like you're in need of a drink, sweetheart." An unfamiliar, thick British accent spoke into my ear and I scoffed, not even putting in the effort to turn to look at the stranger.

"No thanks, I can buy my own." I say. I didn't mean for it to come out as harsh as it did, but he just replied with an amused chuckle.

"Hey-" He spoke, turning his attention to someone else. " ‘l have a tequila on the rocks for this lady here, thanks mate."

"I said-" my head snapped in his direction, swallowing my words immediately as my eyes rested on the tall, suit-cladded individual with curly, unkept hair that adorned his face perfectly. He was sat beside me and I could feel myself sink into the stool as he turned his attention back onto me, his eyes - a deep virescent green - peering into my own, which probably was poking out my skull.

"I- uh - I don't like tequila." I stumbled on my words. I could feel my cheeks heat up a little bit, watching him closely as his plump, rounded lips tugged into a smirk.

"Well, that's a damn shame, ain't it?" The words fell off his tongue perfectly. I watched as he dragged his tongue over his plump, pink bottom lip, making it look almost irresistible.

I didn’t realise how long I was staring at him until I heard the bartender clear his throat, pushing the glass towards the stranger in front of me. He broke the eye contact immediately, pulling his wallet from his suit pocket.

"Are you gonna drink it, or not?" He asked, holding the drink towards me. I slowly come out of my trance and look down at the drink and take it from his hand into my own, unsure what to do but twirl the straw inside the glass.

I felt my heart pounding in my ribcage, unsure whether it was the drugs or the mere sight of the gentleman in front of me. He cleared his throat before leaning in, his lips hovering over my ear. My fingers grasped tightly around the glass, afraid I would drop it at the feeling of his warm breath on my skin, along with the heavenly smell of his cologne that filled my nostrils. It didn't help that my senses were terribly heightened.

"I'm Harry." He spoke into my ear before leaning back. I could hear him as clear as day over the music, and his accent was like melting honey.

"Lola." I replied, looking up at him. There was a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"So, Lola, can I ask why you're sat here alone?" He brought his drink to his lips, wetting them once with his tongue before taking a swig. His eyes still heavily set on mine over the rim of the glass.

I narrow my eyes at him, letting out a small scoff. "I could ask you the same thing, Harry." I retort and he shrugged. 

"My ex-fiancé just got married. Hence why I'm ridiculously overdressed." He nodded to his own words almost as he feels sorry for himself. My mouth parts slightly before closing again, not sure what exactly to say.

"Ouch. That sucks. And you actually went to the wedding?" I ask, my eyes wide with disbelief.

"Yeah. I thought maybe she'd see me and, well, you know. Change her mind." he shook his head at his own words and let out a breathy chuckle.

“I only went to the reception, I didn’t have it in me to go to the altar.”

His smile soon faded from his lips and replaced with the rim of his glass as he took another gulp. I sat quietly, observing the man in front of me who looked like he was trying to hold himself together - and that's what it would look like to anyone else, but I could see the sadness buried in his eyes and the way his smile lasted only a mere second before drowning his sorrows with alcohol. My heart ached a little, only because I knew how it felt all too well.

"Well, Harry." I break the silence, his eyes looking up from over the rim of his glass before settling it on the countertop. My attitude shifted as I felt a surge of energy, a grin finding its way on my lips.

"I'm sat by myself because my friends have disappeared and I'm trying to ignore my ex-boyfriend and my ex-best friend because they fucked each other while I was hospitalised and when I was eventually released, he had no interest in me and my best friend played it off like it was a one time thing, when really they were doing it behind my back the whole time." I let out a laugh at my own misery as Harry stared at me with his mouth slightly parted. His eyes searching my own, for what, I don’t know.

"Oh, they didn't even visit me in hospital too. I was there for three weeks, with no one but a few family members to visit. She said she was too ashamed!" I finish the sentence a little too loudly as I scoff at my own words.

"And despite everything that's happened, I'm the idiot. For not realising sooner. You'd think that catching her at his place would give me a clue, no? I just assumed she was there to see his sister, who she didn't even know. I just didn't think anything of it. I didn’t want to." I place my untouched drink on the countertop, twirling the straw as I feel the mood drop once again.

We sat in silence. It was kind of nice just to get that all out, even if it’s with an undeniably attractive man that I’ve only known for a mere 3 seconds.

The silence is soon broken as Harry cleared his throat.

"Where is this guy?" I hear him mutter in a small but still audible voice. My head perks up.

"Far left corner. The tall guy with scruffy black hair that looks like it needs a good wash, and a tacky Rolling Stones t-shirt."

I watch as Harry's eyes search for him, his eyes slightly narrowed until his lips suddenly tug into a lopsided grin.

“Why are you smiling like that?” I question in amusement, a small laugh escaping my lips.

“He’s looking at us.”

I almost choke on on my spit, my eyes widening slightly at his words. My eyes soon follow his gaze, which inevitably meets a familiar - and narrowed - pair of eyes. He didn’t seem too happy.

He was surrounded by his friends, the ones I once called my own, along with Emma who clung by his side.

I turn back towards the bar and shoot Harry an amused expression.

“Yup, that’s him.” I say matter-of-fact.

Harry just stared back, his eyebrows taut, a crease forming in between as he looked deep in thought.

“Uh, Harr-“

“Let’s piss him off.” He turns his attention towards me. I let a nervous laugh escape my lips.

“Uh, what?”

“He’s jealous, ain’t he? That I’m here and he isn’t. That I’m the one talking to you while all he can do is watch you. Hm?” He questions.

I feel my cheeks heat up slightly, slowly catching onto what he’s saying. I can feel the energy surge through my body, unable to find the words as he stared at me with his moist, plump lips parted only slightly, waiting for my reply. I could only squeeze my thighs tighter together and snap myself out of the trance that this mysterious stranger continuously put me in. Or maybe it was just the cocaine talking.

“C’mon, lets make him a little jealous.”

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A/N

this is just the start of what Im planning to post on Wattpad. I’m a lil nervous bc I’ve always wanted to write a fanfic but I always got lazy lmao and also there are so much amazing writers and I can’t compare!!!!!

So I hope you like this, there’s a lot more where this came from! Just let me know if you want more pls

Thank you

Susan x

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Game Over and Over Again: FiftyFC- “Future” Tsunayoshi

Summery: Doing something over and over again can wear anyone down.

(KHR Fic, No own KHR, Gamer!Tsuna, Some dark times are Triggering: Graphic Death Sentences and brief mentions of Dubious Consent. They will be bold and striked through if you wish to not read them.)

AO3 Chapter

Could it be a question of questions? A wanting to know? But yet again, we find our selves with games of nonsense and dreams, no answers to be found.

What could it be, that draws us so?

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Fifty-First Character: Ten Years Later(?) Tsunayoshi -Shimon Says

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The world around him was frozen, no one moving a muscle, not a sound to be heard from what were essentially statues of rainbow colors all around, shifting from one color to the next lazily, an aurora of colors swallowing the world around them whole, no end in sight.

Twenty-four year old Sawada Tsunayoshi was admittedly very amused, the cast before him rather 'colorful' and unique if he said so himself. He felt just the slightest bit nostalgic seeing his twin and first time Guardians, with even the familiar faces from Milliefiore and Shimon as well. And oh, look at that, there are even some Arcobaleno in the mixed, aged up and ready to take on the world it looked like.

'Wonder if this version is from an earlier life; what with how nice they are.'  Tsunayoshi considered, looking at a twelve year old Reborn, stuck in a pose of readying his gun, hat hiding his eyes from view, even as the rest of his body was just screaming of stress and concern. Taking his eyes off the hitman, the brunet Sky really did have to sigh, taking in all these familiar faces once more.

After all, last time he saw some of them, they were screaming his name, dying bloody, slow deaths by his own hands after all.

(The Milliefiore white practically drenched in blood, gore adding an interesting texture along with burns so deep, some might as well be ashes to dust their graves instead.)

(The Shimon, back in the earth they belonged to, their screams melodies as they were buried, their cries long heard through the many nights, till they lost the last of their air supply.)

(The Vongola, so betrayed so many times, you wouldn't think another one would hurt so much; and yet, even at the end, so many disbelieving eyes ended up gouged out, burns wiping out so many faces, to a point not even dental records could be used to identify them.)  

Ah, memories.

Shaking his head ruefully, a rather pleased smirk slowly etching his way on his face, Tsunayoshi looked to the dark orange words floating in the air, eyeing his options carefully.

Time Limit Quest: In five minutes, do one of the following;

Be Nice (50% boost to any compassion stats | Requirement: Compassion > 350)

Blow Their Minds (60% buff to any manipulative/deception stats | Requirement: All Mind stats > 500)

Slaughter Them (Max to any killing stats | Requirement: Attack Maxed)

Raising an eyebrow at that last one, the older version of the brunet took in the cast all around him, wondering as he did. Why would he need his Attack stat maxed out to take them all on? Narrowing his eyes, he couldn't but frown even more as he took everything and everyone around him, not very impressed as he did. Really, the highest here was only a level 499, and Tsuna has long since past such digits; he could easily clear out such a crowd in a flash-

Hyper Intuition has Activated.

Survival Instincts has Activated.

Sense Danger has Activated.

Foresee Disaster Has Activated.  

Skill has been Blocked.

Skill has been Blocked.

Skill has been Blocked.

Skill has been Nullified

When he finally came to, it was with a gasp and a rather annoying headache.

Well, that certainly answered a question he wondered about; an earlier life wouldn't be able to lay such a nasty trap, one even he would fall for and in this space none the less.

(He can't wait to learn how to do so; it promises to be so much fun.)

Using some of his Sun Flames to heal his head, Tsunayoshi goes back to eyeing his choices once more.

Obviously, the third option is out; judging by the trap that managed to get him, the other version wouldn't be stupid to let his group go undefended. Who knows how many things they have unlocked, not to mention the Mist Doubles that are no doubt probably skulking around.

He doesn't want to die after all, not after all the work and time he's put in for his little pet.

(Dark eyes so desperate, so wanting, so needy of him, willing to do just about anything; for a word, a glance, a single touch if he ever even so much as hinted about it.

Yes, he wouldn't want to miss that after all, not after Tsunayoshi finally got them where he wanted them...)

Rolling his eyes, he finally decided the second option, just as the sun flames went through his system, making him bite back a yawn even as he absentmindedly straighten his robe.

It shouldn't be to hard, seeing how every single one in his audience gasped and/or blushed once they saw him come from the pink smoke.

"Ah" he started, amused as he noticed a few starting to sputter, his voice ensuring everyone was blushing, "Now this is rather interesting."

And it was; judging by the feel of everyone around him, an even spread of all flames is marked everywhere, just waiting for even the slightest bit of killing intent directed from him to attack, burying him to smother his flames and body.

How clever; he'll have to remember this.

Objective: Mind Blown has been cleared! Pick another Objective?

Really? He's only just standing here, and already he's blown their minds?

Taking in the group around him, he shrugs; well, not like being nice has ever killed him before.

Yet at least.

("You want answers about Vongola and Shimon Familes? Why not ask the the Firsts yourselves; they're a lot closer then you think.")

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.... I honestly have no idea where this come from, but here it is. I have no idea if the muse is going to stay, but I am going to appreciate it while it is here to do so.

I do NOT know when I will next update this story, so please be patient with me.

Now that that is out of the way, how does everyone like "Future" Dark!Tsuna and a look from his pov :D I've told people that he has been pretty fucked up before, so here is an example of that! (As for who the 'pet' is... use your imagination~ I made it like that for that reason after all.)

(And to clarify, this is Tsuna from a previous run through, and not the current Tsuna or his actual future self.)

I hope this chapter has been worth the wait, and that everyone has enjoyed it.

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baby its cold out side - Ronnie Radke

Warnings: flufffff, pregnancy, a little smut. Sadness.

Words:1718

Pairing: Reader × Ronnie radke

requested; Yes- Annon; Ronnie radke & baby its cold out side

Master

♡♡♡♡

It had been a very long and boring day for me, so when Ronnie called me from the studio to say were going out tonight I was thrilled. I took a shower, checked the weather to plan my outfit accordingly to the weather, it's winter. I've always loved winter, and having the greatest fiancee in the world to have fun with makes it all better!

"Baby I'm home are you ready?!" His voice echoes through our shared house, I put on my shoes and headed down to him "beautiful"

"Where are we going?" I lean up babe kiss his lips, smiling when I do so, he grabs my hand and takes me to the car "oh fuck it's freezing balls"

"Baby it's cold out side" he sings, I giggle at him and we get in.

He took us to a nice restaurant, beautifully decorated in Christmas decorations. We got seated and ordered our food. When we finished our entree we got desert I got chocolate cheese cake, and Ronnie got chocolate mouse, we talked about what were doing for Christmas

"Ronnie can we go look at the lights?" I ask, I look at him and he's already looking at me with a smile

"Baby, it's cold outside " he says, not in a joking way either like earlier, I pout "okay okay we can"

"yay! Love you" i smile at him and finish my cheese cake, he paid the Bill and went to the car, we went to our local Christmas light showing, a park fully decorated with everything Christmas, having a love nativity scene. We watched it before we went and did other stuff, we got hot chocolate Ronnie was taking pictures and even had someone take one of us

Half way through the lights, I noticed something wet on my nose, I looked up and saw it was snowing, Ronnie had his phone out and ready for pictured.

"Ronnie it's snowing!!" I squeal, I stick my tongue out to catch some snow on My tongue I shiver a bit and Ronnie gives me a stern look

"Alright my little snow flake baby let's go home" he grabs my hand and pulls me to him

"But Ronnie im not even cold" I shiver as I say it and give in "fine but you owe me when we get home"

"anything you want baby" he takes me too the car.

When we got home, we hurried inside Ronnie started a fire while I changed then made hot coco for us both. When I sat down next to Ronnie he pulled me close and kisses my head, I smile at him

"Ronnie?" I play with his fingers

"Yes baby?" I feel him kiss my heaad again and I look at him "you okay?"

"Yeah, i just wanted to say I love you" i whisper, he kisses me gently. I had put this off all night but I knew I had to tell him. But I'm fairly excited and can't wait to tell him on Christmas, we can tell everyone then

"Baby, seriously what's wrong" he sets me on his lap and plays with my hair "baby please talk to me did I do something wrong"

"I was hoping to wait till Christmas it was gonna be a present for" I look at him "Ronnie I'm pregnant"

"What?" His eyes wide "really? We're gonna be a mommy and daddy?"

"Yeah Ronnie we are" I giggle, I get up and go to the bag I have it in that I had just put it under the tree today, I take the test out and show him

"Holy shit!" He jumps up and hugs my tightly kissing all over my face, "baby oh my god "

He kneels in front of me and let's himself cry with his forehead against my stomach, he looks up at me and I kneel down too and hug him, kissing him too

" the ultra sound tomorrow the pictures and then others well give to everyone as a gift" I smile

"That's brilliant Baby " he takes my face in his hands and kisses me

♡♡♡ We have two pictures from the ultra sounds, to add to the gift for everyone, we put a sparkly bow and a little baby boy ball cap. We don't know the gender yet just want to add to the excitement. Ronnie and I are in the kitchen making dinner, for our familes, instead of doing it in the morning were doing it tonight. As for our siblings who have other places to go in the morning too.

"Ronnie?" I ask

"Hm baby?" He comes to me and wraps his arms around me "you okay?"

"Yeah I just I'm nervous and I don't know sad?" I mutter, I hug him and hide my face in his neck

" Baby, why are you sad?" He asks

"Im gonna lose my body, I'll be fat. What if you want to leave me because I get fat, what if I lose the Baby?" It comes out rushed and I let some tears fall onto his skin he pulls away and wipes my face

"Baby, I'll love you and your body no matter What, you're carrying my baby, if we lose the baby, we can always try again later, we will get through that if we lose It" he kisses my forehead "you're not gonna get fat Baby, I love you"

"I love you too Ronnie" I sigh, I had finished the last bit of the food so we have no more. But we keep it warm. I kiss him, when he kisses back, we both deepen it. I wrap my arms around his neck as he picks me up and carries me to our room.

"See no matter what baby you'll still turn me on" he smirks, I roll my eyes and bite my lip, we kiss once more and remove each other's shirts and pants. His mouth attacking my neck, instantly getting my soft spot, I moan out and tangle my hand in his hair.

"Ronnie..." I softly moan, he smiles and kisses Me, he wraps his arms around my back and flips us over so I'm straddling him.

It didn't take long for us to become completely naked, and moaning in pleasure when he sinks himself inside of me, I close my eyes and arch my back into him moaning his name when he kisses my neck. He's not rushed or hard, it's passionate and slow. That doesn't happen all the time seeing how we both like It rather rough.

" Ronnie we gotta hurry they could show up any minute" i moan, he nods and and speeds up a little bit. But our time was cut short soon after by the door bell. We both go wide eyes. We quickly get dressed, and run downstairs and open the door, Ronnie fixes my hair as i do

"Took yah two long enough!" Our dad's laugh, we both laugh nervously and let our parents in, they set the presents under the tree

"Oh it smells delicious in here" his dad says, hugging us both. Then my parents hug us.

Not to long after they got here everyone else did, every present was set under the tree. Ronnie and I made sure that the little baby stuff would go last. We eat dinner first then we will do the presents, Ronnie and I let everyone get their plate first

"Are you still nervous?" He whispers, I nod he half smiles and kisses me

"Hey lovebirds eat" his dad laughs, we smile and get our plates and sit down next to each other, "so how are you two doing with the planning?"

"Ohhh" i mutter and look at Ronnie, we both laugh

"Not good. We keep putting it off" he chuckles rubbing my knee, only god knows why we kept putting it off. We can barely keep our hands off each other. Hence the whole reason I'm pregnant.

" You haven't set a date so you've got time!" My mother laugh, once we got done we all moved to the living room, Ronnie and I passing out the gifts.

Also opening ours as we go, one of mine my sister's got me, made me choke on my own words and not want to pull it out a box of lingerie, but everyone urges me too, so I embarrassingly do, Ronnie coughs and goes wide eyed his face matching mine. Everyone laughs.

"Its a joke, but we don't know what you two like" my sister laughs, throwing her hands up.

"Yeahhh a joke." I laugh, it will probably be worn once and that's it seeing how when I get bigger I'll tear the fucking thing. Seeing how we both got joke gifts when Ronnie opens his from my brother and his.

"really?" He says looking done with they're Shit. "Here let's see everything"

He dumps the bag out, and What comes out makes me burst out laughing. He starts laughing because I'm laughing. Three different kinds of condoms, hand cuffs and sex dice.

"None this will be needed.." he says, he covers his mouth and I throw a piece of wrapping paper at him "well the condoms won't but these others might"

"Ronald!" I make a face and he laughs. We finish passing out everything but the little bags we have for everyone

"There's some left." My brother points out. We both grin, Ronnie grabs the bags and we kneel by the coffee table,

"ready?" I ask,

"Yes what is it!" They yell. We set them down in front of everyone

"Okay open" i smile. We put baby clothes in our parents bags and just pictures in then others. They all open them. My mother screaming and our dad's they laugh

"You're having a Baby!" My mom cried hugging us both, then our dad's too and everyone else. We all sit and talk. About everything under the sun. Listening too Christmas music, I lean into Ronnie and kiss him, the infamous song we learned to love this month we both smile and start singing it

"Baby it's cold out side" he sings, I smile wide and kiss him once more. My mom taking a picture in the process, what I noticed in the picture. Ronnie had his hand on my stomach the whole time.

[ifnotlovethenwhatff-blog]

Chapter 15

On this light rainy Thursday, everyone in Arielle’s circle has something going on today. Vera has been busy planning a meet up with both Deshaun and Canaan in the weeks to come. Sotira and Salice are working on a surprise baby shower for their closest and dearest friend. Arielle and Kamil both being left out of the loop purposely is exactly what the girls wanted. With very few people knowing about the surprise shower will make this event so much more special when that time comes. Khayman, Kamil and a few of his coworkers are loading up the moving trucks finalizing today as their last day in Kamil’s apartment. 

Today a new journey begins for Elle and Kam as a couple and soon to be famil in their new place to call home. Arielle stayed inside to finished packing and taping boxes shut and cleaning up the apartment altogether. The men were going back and forth from the apartment and the truck, getting their hands dirty. 

Arielle’s mixed feelings on the big move sparked some major concern in Kam, just as she expected. Moving for anyone is a big step and a big change that can take some time getting used to. However the day has come for change, leaving little room for second thoughts and twenty questions of what/when/how/why. 

“How much more y’all got Kam?” Terrence spoke, handing off the mattress to two other guys standing in the back of the truck. 

Looking around the truck and counting to himself, Kam wiped items off of his mental checklist. Just to be on the safe side, Kam headed back to the apartment to see how much more is left. Walking through the front door Kam was stunned to see not a box or container in sight. The living room, patio, and kitchen have all been cleared out showcasing just how much has been done. 

“Baby!?” He called out, heading down the hall towards the bedroom. Kam found Arielle standing beside the window with a picture frame in her hand surrounded by an empty room. 

“What’s wrong now?” He asked gently.

Sighing deeply, Ari turned around and shrugged her shoulders. Deep down inside she knows that she’s not ready to leave and Kam knows that too. He took large steps over to the window and engulfed her in a warm hug. Arielle shed some tears she’s been holding back since the packing began.

“It’ll be okay. We got the new place waiting for us to make new memories in. You’re almost done with school, the baby will be here in a few short months, and we’re in this together.” Kam preached softly, feeling his own emotions flip flop in this very moment.

“I’m just scared. There’s so much going on and I don’t know how to manage everything without feeling overwhelmed. I’m happy about our new home I promise you I am, I’m just scared.” Arielle’s confession opens up a whole new can of worms on top what’s already going on. Without a doubt Kam will do whatever he can to keep her calm but there’s only so much he can control. The rest is up to Arielle and whether she wants to put herself through unnecessary stress. 

Without another word, Kam prolonged their intimate moment before getting a move on it. Now that everything is packed and the apartment is cleaned, it’s time to say goodbye. Grabbing the cleaning supplies, the keys, and some  leftover unopened mail, Kamil followed Arielle outside into the hallway.

“You want to do the honors?” He questioned giving his girl a toothy smile that made her knees weak. 

Arielle took one of the keys to lock the door, descending the steps right after. While Arielle got situated in the car, Kamil rounded up the boys for a quick talk. 

“Khayman you drive my car behind these guys who are driving the truck. I’ll drive Arielle’s car in the front so y’all don’t get lost. Cool?” 

With each man in agreement, Kam set the bucket of cleaning supplies in the truck and brought the doors down. While the guys locked up the truck, Khayman went over to Kam’s car to start up the engine. Heading over to Arielle’s car, Kam climbed in the front seat and got the car running. 

“You have to drop the keys off right?” Elle quizzed, texting her dad and the girls.

“Yeah that’s where I’m headed right now. Put that seat belt on.” He sternly advised, now driving over to the rental office for one last visit.

Ari vowed to herself to remain silent on this trip over to the new apartment. The drive takes about 35 minutes from their current location allowing her more time to think. Ari’s not big on explanations especially when her emotions are the topic of discussion. Because she is so emotional and doesn't know just yet how to channel her feelings into words, conversation can be brutal. There tends to be a lot of silence on her end and boy oh boy does that piss off Kamil. And it's not to say that Arielle doesn't care, because she does, it's just that she has some improvements to make.

“Why has that girl been calling you so much?” The attitude and the level of aggression in her tone was enough to peak Kam’s interest.

Kam got caught at a light giving him time to turn to his right and deliver his signature look.

“Don't start girl. This is not the time to have this conversation.”

“Excuse me for asking a simple question. What have you got to hide? I didn't ask for her social security number. What I want to know is why does she keep calling you..repeatedly and at all times of the day?” 

Arielle was quick with a snappy comeback, no surprise there.

Breathing deeply through his nostrils, Kam tapped on the gas pedal until the green light shined in his face. The energy is off and so is their desire to be in each other's presence but today is a big day. Arielle knows this conversation can wait for a less stressful time. And Kamil knows he should be truthful to prevent any further damage to this day.

Neither party spoke for the remaining duration of this short road trip. Just silence and the engine blending together to create noise.

“How did you find out before I did?!” Vera shouted with a passion. Everyone down the hall from her office could hear just about the entire conversation she was having with Deshaun.

Getting up from her chair Vera skedaddled over to her door to put a wall between her office and the rest of the floor. Running back to her seat, Vera picked up the phone to carry on with her call.

“She confided in me V. She's my daughter just as much as she is yours. Are you jealous or something?” Deshaun proposed, not knowing he just started a fight he might not win.

“Jealous? Of what? We are both of Arielle's parents Deshaun. There is no competition but no I'm not jealous that she disclosed to you first that she was pregnant. I'm just confused but that's besides the point! Don't you ever question me like that again. That right there..those smart ass remarks are part of the reason we never worked out. You can't ever put your childish ways aside and be an adult.”

Deshaun was a little taken back by Vera’s forthcoming information but not too much. He always knew that deep down he and his ex-wife would exchange some hurtful words but he didn't think today would be that day.

“Look I didn't answer your call to discuss the past. I'm only talking to you to find out what we can do to help our daughter get through the remainder of her pregnancy happy and healthy. Nothing more, nothing less.” He finished his short speech with a signature line Vera hated to hear.

Deshaun’s smart mouth used to get him in some deep waters back in the day. Now that he's older and has more wisdom and life experience, he's settled down tremendously. If there's any one person that can attest to the change Deshaun has made it's Vera. Even though she feels a little anger towards her ex-husband she can't deny that he is a different man. This conversation is strictly Arielle related, sadly the topic was swayed.

“I got to go back to work but let me know if you find out anything. If something goes wrong I need to be there for her. She will always come first V. Before our past, present and future relationship, Arielle is our number one priority. And soon her baby will be hers. We can fight and argue all we want but when it comes to Arielle's well-being, she's first. We’ll talk soon.”

Vera said her farewell and set the phone on her desk. Yet again, Vera has something to make up for with another beloved man in her daughter's life.

SOTIRA

“Yo Lisa! I need that box of fabric in here to finish this blanket!” I yelled over my shoulder quite loudly. The approaching footsteps spooked me but I'm too focused on knitting this blanket for my god baby. At first I thought about ordering this sage green baby quilt I saw online. Although, Lisa brought it to my attention that Arielle would appreciate a much more sentimental gift. And that is what lead me to what I'm currently working on. 

“Here T. Shit..I didn't realize how far you'd gotten since two days ago. You think she’ll like the color? You know she's having a boy right?” Lisa griped, setting the box of extra fabric at my feet.

Giving her a nasty look to her back I tossed my project on the ottoman to rethink this gift. I knew my god baby had been identified as a boy but the fact went over my head the deeper I got into knitting.

“What the fuck am I to do with this now? I can’t give Elle this blanket. This looks likes it should be for a little girl. Lisa, don’t leave me hanging like this.” My complaint didn’t seem to move Salice and her will to help me out in my time of need.

With a flip of her hair Lisa sunk deeper into the love seat just giving the quilt some eye attention. I couldn’t tell whether she was into my work or deep in thought but I need some kind of advice from her high yellow ass.

“T..just make a new one. You still have plenty of time to restart and finish a new blanket. No one but me knows about this, stop stressing. You’re gonna have grey hairs if you keep frowning like that.” Salice proposed, cracking a joke to lighten the mood.

Rolling my eyes so heavily I thought they’d get stuck, I jogged down the hall to the back room. I snatched up my car keys, slid my feet into the nearest pair of shoes and snatched up my phone.

“Let’s go!” I yelled walking back into the room to lock eyes with Lisa. 

She was giving me this stupid look and the longer I gave her my attention, the annoyed I became.

“That means now and we gotta go meet the lovebirds at their new spot. Arielle said she wanted an extra set of hands so get up!” 

Lisa got up off her ass and scrambled around my apartment to get her things so we could be on our way to see Arielle. By the time we get one leg in the car, Elle will be calling to ask where we are. Bet.

“Come on..why are y’all so rough with everything? We ain't rich. Meaning this furniture and the rest of our belongings can't be replaced so easily. Be careful.” Arielle griped with heavy attitude.

So much time and energy has been put into unpacking the boxes and settling into the new apartment. Sweat, tears, anger, and laughter. That's everything poured into the last four hours of today. The guys have been moving and removing furniture because Arielle keeps changing her mind about the layout. One minute she liked the setup and the next she had a new vision in mind.

Kam understood the constant change and Khayman did too but as for the others they don't have a clue as to what's going on. This poor girl is beyond tired but work has to be done and Elle doesn't quit. No she's a bull and she will get shit done even at six months pregnant.

“Chill mama I got this. Chill!” Kamil stressed, backing away down the hall to the bedroom with one of his buddies helping push the mattress.

Smacking her teeth out of instinct Arielle stepped out onto the balcony to breathe the fresh air brought in by the rain. As the minutes passed the rain seemed to pour down harder producing a full on storm. The sky is covered in dark clouds with flashes of lightning popping up every now and then.

“Forfeit this cold war..It's not yours anymore..I'm done, I'm done...How rightly you were loved...Tell me how to breathe without your touch..I'm done, I'm done, I'm done.”

The depressing weather put Arielle in a mood and music is the only escape she has at the moment. The men are handling the heavy lifting which is working in Ari’s favor anyhow. While they're busting their asses, Arielle has a chance to relax and wind down as if she hasn’t been doing that most of the day.

“Don't go chasing waterfalls...Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to..”

Sotira and Salice entered the apartment witnessing a slight tornado of chaos going about. They noticed the men slaving, breaking their backs to move furniture and box after box. Afterward the girls spotted their friend standing on the terrace in the rain with not a care in the world for her surroundings. T shot Lisa a glance before sauntering over to Arielle's location.

“I know you aren't hoping to catch something with my god baby trying to grow in that tummy of yours.” T snapped with attitude.

Arielle turned her head with a wide grin spreading across her face. “Of course not. What kind of person you think I am?” She retorted sassily.  

Lisa walked past Sotira and engulfed her friend in a tight hug in a way that wouldn't hurt the baby.

“Your weird ass would be out in the rain while those men are doing all the work! What's going on?” Salice asked skeptically. 

The girls took a seat to sit back and take in the weather and view.

“I'm happy about the change but I'm scared as hell. This is the biggest step Kam and I have ever made as a couple and as individuals. This baby is growing inside of me every day, changes are being made left and right, my relationship is taking on new heights, I got school and work, and I have family drama. I'm stressed but Kam’s been helping me keep my shit together. I don't know how much more I can take though.” Elle explained.

Taking a quick breath Arielle buttoned up her cardigan due to a draft coming in. Neither girl found a mind settling, quick response that Arielle hoped for so the vibe is awkward in a sense.

“You always told me that change is good and it's gonna happen no matter who likes it. And that's what you're forgetting. Sweetie, this change in your life is a blessing but you don't see it yet. Being a mom at this age or older will never be easy. But because you are young and you're still trying to figure life out the odds will be more likely to be against you. But baby girl you got this in the bag. You have a ton of support behind you Elle just open your eyes.” Sotira revealed truthfully.

“She's right Elle. You have us, Kamil, your sister, my mom, your dad and your abuelita. We won't let you fail or kill yourself because of stress. We’re your family and we love you no matter what. Just breathe and enjoy everyday for what it brings.”

All it takes to bring tears out of Arielle is words of truth and she's crying a river right now.

“We done made the young mommy cry. Look what you did T.” Lisa stuck her tongue out at Sotira and comforted a sad Arielle with a side hug.

“Shut up Lisa. I'm just emotional and I know you're both very much right. I love you guys so much and I thank you for everything. Let's go help these fools.” Arielle’s sniffles flared up for no apparent reason but the minute Kamil was in sight, her tears settled.

Kam was standing with his hand out and a gentle smile tugging at his lips. “Come tell me what you think.”

“I'm scared to see what you've turned our new home into.” Elle showcased a slight smirk and followed behind Kamil inside with the girls in tow. The four friends were lined up one behind the other drinking in the view.

Kamil has placed every piece of furniture and decor in the right spot knowing he'd win more than brownie points with Arielle. Their living room was a perfect blend of grey and cream with small accents of purple of black. Kam even swapped his old couch for the new massive lounge that Arielle has been asking for. At least ten to twelve people can fit on the couch at one time.

“Kam..you got the couch..how the fuck..” Elle chuckled airily while walking into the kitchen and throughout the remainder of the apartment.

“Yo, you think she likes it?” One of Kam’s boys whispered, leaning on the countertop.

“Man..I don't know. We’ll find out soon. What y’all think?”

The gang erupted in soft chatter discussing the details of the new apartment and how everything is set up. The girls were fawning over the kitchen while the boys were too busy drooling over the entertainment center. Kam splurged and bought a massive 65” tv. Kamil and Arielle both agreed on a tight budget for new furniture and decor being that the baby is on the way.

“My nigga how big is this tv?!” Khayman’s outburst earned him a kick in the leg and Arielle's re-entry into the room.

Playful argument broke out and filled the room with laughter and all kinds of energy. This gloomy day is turning into something quite wonderful for everyone.

“We still have one key ingredient missing and we can't buy this one. I love the place but it's not complete yet and I-”

“He’ll be here after the semester is done. We've gone this long already so I know we can wait a little while longer. Don't rush now that the finish line is near. Calm that ass down.” Kam encouraged. Throwing his weight down on the bed he turned the projector on via remote.

“Let me guess..you want to test out how the movies look?” Ari questioned with sass.

“Damn right. You know how much this shit cost? Best believe if it doesn't work the way it should I'll take it back tomorrow and get a new one.”

The best way to end this long, rainy day is with a good movie playing loudly for the neighbors to here. Their first night in a new home with many other nights to come. Let's hope they don't tear each other's heads off.

[liveshaunteda]

inside of this broken home | juleka couffaine drabble ft luka couffaine, adrien agreste, anarka couffaine, rose lavillant and mentions of kagami, maritnette & ivan

She had needed something from her brother’s room, that was how she came across one of his old journals. The wear and tear, telling her it’s a few years old – and in fact, she remembers this one as she flips through the book to find the drawing, she drew for him in it when she was seven years old. She had drawn them, herself, her brother and their mother on the boat home that they had been living in for almost two years at the time she had drawn the image. It was a family portrait, finding the image she smiles lightly to herself, tracing her finger over the drawing. The drawing took up the whole page, and in the corner of the page, in her brother’s handwriting she sees the word ma famille.

Turning the pages, she skims over the doodles her brother had done, the small notes he drew all over the pages. She stops skimming when she notices a title across the top of the page, she also takes in the little drops on the page – showing that he cried when he wrote these words, and that teared at Juleka, especially as she read the words written by her brother.

“Juleka, are you coming?” Rose’s voice calls out from up on the bow, grabbing the book and stashing it into her bag, she finds what she needed before going to meet Rose. Draping her arm across Rose’s shoulder as they wave a goodbye to her mother before heading off to meet up with their friends.

Almost two weeks have gone by, and Juleka feels like she has a grip on how she wants the song to play out, the notes written down and copied a piece for each of her band members and one for Adrien, she wanted a piano in it and he was the only person she felt comfortable asking – she hopes that when the day comes for them to play it, that he will be able too.

So, one day at school she manages to talk about her plan to Rose, who then tells Ivan and Juleka hands him the notes he needed. They would practice it together a few times, when she knew Luka would be working. Rose called out to Adrien as he walked by, talking with Nino – she waved him over and the two walked up to them.

“What’s up Rose, Juleka,” Nino greeted with a smile upon his lips.

“Adrien, we require your piano skills,” Rose says with a big smile upon her lips, she lightly nudges at Juleka to prompt her to speak.

“I... I have a song I want to do, but, I need keys and you’re the only one I know of. It’s for a present, for my brother,” Juleka’s voice is quiet as she speaks, but she pulls out the sheet of music of her bag, holding it out towards Adrien. “I found this song he wrote, I wanted to bring it to life for him. Do you think you could?”

Taking the paper, Adrien looks over it and smiles towards Juleka before folding the piece of paper up and placing it into his bag. “That sounds like a good idea.”

“I want to give it as a gift to him, on his birthday – it's in two months. Will that be enough time for you to ask your dad?” Juleka asks, they all know how Gabriel can be towards his son and letting him out.

“I’ll do my best Juleka, I’ll practice this in between what my father wants me too,” Adrien replies before walking away with Nino, taking back up their conversation.

Rose and Juleka left to go to Marinette’s, hoping that she would be able to help them on the day.

The day of Luka’s birthday, Marinette, Kagami and Ayla took to taking Luka to Marinette’s help them bake a few things that she was running behind on for an order. Anarka was helping setting up the stage with Rose and Ivan. Juleka had not long ago sent a text off to Adrien, asking if he was still coming today as sat in the living area, feet tapping nervously up and down, bouncing her leg as it moved. Feeling someone place their hand upon her shoulder, she jumps a little turning she sees Adrien there.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” Adrien apologises, “Father said I could come, or well... I lied to him. This seemed important to you, I wanted to do this. Kagami texted me, said she and the girls, with Luka are coming by now.”

“Thank you for coming, was it hard? I’m not the best with the music writing, that’s usually Luka or Rose and you didn’t really get to practice with us,” Worry was still eating away at Juleka, she wanted this to be perfect.

She wanted her brother to know that she loves him, that she remembers when they were younger and how he would try and distract her from their parents arguing. How he would hold onto her tightly when she cried, telling her it would be okay. How he would sing her to sleep those nights after their father left for good and how when they moved into the houseboat, that he let her sleep next to him for a few months because she was scared. She wanted to let him know that he was there for him, just like he is there for her – that it’s a two way street and he doesn’t have to hide anything from her.

“Maybe we could squeeze one in now, before they arrive?” Adrien suggested, and Juleka light up a bit before standing up.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Juleka says, and walks out onto the bow where the stage was set up. Ivan was waiting at the drums, and Rose was holding Juleka’s guitar, handing it to her as she walked over to the stage. “A quick run through. No lyrics yet, just the music.”

Everyone nodded, and Juleka counted them in and they played. Relief flooding Juleka as she heard the music come together with the keys now on it. She gave the last strum just before Marinette, Ayla, Kagami and Luka were coming into view. Alya and Luka were carrying a few boxes probably filled with the things they baked.

Walking onto the boat, Anarka grabbed the boxes from her son, pressing a kiss to his cheek before going and setting the boxes down, and Alya put her boxes next to it.

Luka looked around, taking note of the band already and set up, “We had band practice today?” He questions, “I usually don’t forget this.”

“No, I found your old journal and saw a song, I... I wanted to put it to music, play it for you. I wanted to do something for you, like you do for me,” Juleka says, giving a smile towards her brother. Ayla pulls him down to make him sit down, and she sits too, along with Anarka, Marinette and Kagami.  

Everyone was ready in their spots, and after a few moments the music started to play, and then it was Juleka who started to sing the lyrics, “They would yell, they would scream, they were fighting it out She would hope, she would pray, she was waiting it out...” Everyone but Rose was surprised by this, both of them thought the song was too personal for Rose to sing, so they decided Juleka would sing, and Rose for this song would be the backing vocals. She poured her emotions into the song, and it kind of felt like a weight lifting off of her shoulders as she finished the song, “I'm here alone inside of this broken home, this broken home.”

Taking off her guitar, she walks over to Luka as he stands up and pulling her into a tight hug. “That was... that was wonderful.” Luka says as he pulls away, and Juleka can see tears in his eyes, he uses a hand to wipe at his eyes.

“Happy Birthday Lu,” Juleka replies with a smile upon her lips, and Anarka walks over to them, pressing a kiss to the top of her children’s heads, everyone around smiling as Luka bends slightly to let his mother do so.