#when I tell you I jumped as soon as I saw it

[zozosrozo]

Choi Su-bong/Thanos (Squid Game) x fem! reader HCS

IM OBSESSED WITH THIS MAN!!!!!

also first ever post?! it’s a little short, but hope ya enjoy!!

SFW:

• he ADORES physical touch

• touching u at every chance he gets, like even simple hand holding, leaning against u

• HE LOVES IT ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES FROM U!!

• casually grabs u by ur ass in public, or give u a lil slap. when u confront him about it, he acts like he dont know what are u talking about, then giggle

• using ur breast like fidget toy, when he’s stressed

• squeezing it, when he feels like it

• shoving his head between ur boobs, bro can stay like that for a good 10 minutes until he calms down

• if u ask him if he would still love u as a worm, he would tell u that he’s not a zoophile

• pet names!! baby, babe, princess are his favs!

• he’s not so good with commitment and stuff like that, would prefer an open relationship (one sided tho, he's so possesive of u)

• have huge jealousy issues when it comes to u

• a male species near u??? he goes into rage mode, getting aggressively touchy to claim u! show everyone that u are his!!

• would apologise to u with rap songs

“Y/N” he screamed outside your house. throwing rocks at the window to wake u up.

“what the fuck…” u muttered to yourself, as u walked over to the window to check what this idiot come up with this time.

as soon as he saw your face, he screamed again, his hands clutching onto his chest “SEÑORITA!!! I WANT TO APOLOGISE TO U!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!! U DO REALISE THAT ITS 3 AM RIGHT NOW???” u screamed back at him, slightly leaning forward through window.

“I LOVE U!!!!!” he get on his knees.

“ARE U HIGH?????” u asked, clearly pissed at his presence.

“HI!!!!!” he said as he waved his hands to u, enthusiastically with a goofy grin.

even after this response, u can’t tell if he’s high. that’s pretty much how he’s acting regardless if he’s on drugs or not.

he turn on boombox, a cliche beat hit your ears. he stands up and cleared his throat.

“Yo, I messed up, I admit it, I’m a clown,

Flirting like a fool when you weren’t around.

But I swear, it was harmless, just a slip of the tongue,

Now I’m here confessing where I went wrong.

I told her, "Hey, nice shoes," and that’s all I meant,

But now I’m in the doghouse, paying the rent.

Baby, you’re the star, the queen of my heart,

And that other conversation? A throwaway part.

She laughed at my joke, yeah, I felt kinda cool,

But now I see, I was the class clown fool.

I’d never trade you for some silly chat,

You’re the boss, the CEO, I’m just the doormat.

I’ll buy you flowers, write your name in the sky,

Sing off-key if it’ll dry your eyes.

I’ll even quit drugs if you need me to,

Just don’t leave me hangin’, I’m a mess without you.

So baby, I’m here, on my knees with this beat,

Admitting my crimes, can’t handle defeat.

Let’s laugh this off, put it in the past,

‘Cause you and me, girl, we’re built to last.”

he end up the song showing a small heart formed with his thumb and index finger.

u sighed “all right, come inside”

“YAYY!!!” he did a happy jump and clapped his feet in midair.

• tbh he’s so silly

• steals flowers from a random garden for u

• night visits, but uses a window instead of a door to enter ur place, literally like some kind of teenager

• even if u gave him the keys to ur apartment, he will use the window no matter what

it was dark outside, about 11 pm. u were coming back from work. damn how exhausted u felt. some arguments with clients, boss yelling at u. it was not ur best day for sure.

u checked ur phone. still no text from Thanos. why he was ghosting u? probably he don’t want to deal with ur complains about how bad ur day went.

u opened the apartment door. u don't give a damn about anything. you plan to go to bed right away, you don't have the strength to change your clothes, wash yourself or eat something.

you threw everything aside and went to the bedroom. when you turn on the light in the room, you see your boyfriend lying on his side, resting his head on his hand, rose in his teeth.

“U WANT TO GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK???” u flinched. u can’t get used to Thanos randomly spawning in ur house.

“and i missed u too, princess” he grinned, standing up and then theatrically hand over the rose to u.

“i brought ur fav burgers and lotta beer” he said, pointing out at ur kitchen.

“thanks” u smiled softly at him. u can’t help but melt inside at his behaviour. he’a an asshole, but what a cute asshole.

“no problem, babe” he leaned to u, giving u a tight hug. burying his face in the crook of ur neck.

• avoids deep emotional conversation

• would tell that he loves u, but he don’t put much weight into that

• he’s saying it casually like it’s common sense that he loves u

• painting each others nails!!!!

NSFW:

• pansexual king, but he wouldn’t label himself

• he don’t care about gender, he fucks who he consider as cute and that’s it!!

• when u ride him, he would comment something like: WROOM WROOM!! or YEEHAW!!!

• A TOTAL FREAK….

• piss kink (y’all can’t prove me wrong)

• HE LIKES IT DIRTY!!!!

• public sex

• like fingering u in a club or on a party, sometimes anal when he's high

• claiming u like that in front of other people?? IT TURNS HIM ON SO BADD

• never a sub, it would hurt his ego

• bro don’t know what gentle sex is

• always rough and aggressive

• smokes weed/cigarettes during sex, blowing smoke in your face

• talking about himself in third person "yeah, babe. the great Thanos will make u feel so good”

“u like that slut? u like Thanos’s dick that much??”

• he’s not into after care. usually he just rolls down on bed, doesn't even bother putting on clothes, hug u tightly and fall asleep like that

[cute-sucker]

. ˚｡⋆୨୧˚GENTLE AND QUIET NIGHTS WITH BOXER!RAFE WERE ALL YOU EVER NEEDED. ever since he told you not to come visit him down at the ring, you would wait patiently by the bed staring at the clock. you knew exactly when he was going to come, and when he did you were going to patch him up, you were going to give him small kisses in his lap and then after that, you were going to bed. it was your ritual. in your little nightie, kicking your feet on the bed you waited patiently. but you couldn't help if sometimes you got a little tired, and closed an eye for a few minutes.

until you heard a small creak. it was enough to stir you awake, and you jumped to your feet. swaying just a little (you were so tired), you saw rafe. he was a little bloodied as he closed the door. you watched him and observed the way he jammed the door shut, quietly swearing when it didn't close properly. it was here that he noticed you were watching. suddenly, your giant turned softer, treading closer to you.

"hey baby. you didn't need to stay awake," rafe muttered, and you leaned into his warmth as his rough hand caressed your face, "awh, look at ya."

you drowsily smiled at him, motioning him to sit down on the bed. then he laughed at how sleepy you looked, but listened to your demands.

here you pulled him close, as you climbed into his lap. your voice was a scratchy whisper as if you were letting him into a secret, "i stayed up because i wanted to," then you turned a bit shy tilting away from him, "for you i'll stay awake every night."

"oh damn. way too sweet for me," rafe mumbled into your shoulder and you giggled, pursing your lips.

now this was your favorite part; you would patch him up, gently touching his scrapes and asking if he's okay. rafe would always tell you the other guy looked worse and you'd laugh. then with you, warm and supple in his arms he would tell you how it went. by the end of the night, you'd be pressed tightly in his arms, hearing his heartbeat. and always by the end of the night, rafe would tuck you into bed, swearing that you needed more sleep. and always by the end of the night, two of you would be entwined together, almost as if the two of you were melded together.

as if the two of you were made for each other.

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[your-hockey-mom]

May I have a pregnancy announcement with Quinn? 🥹 Can you make her nervous, please??????

This couldn’t be happening right now. There was no way what you were seeing was correct. 

For the last month or more you had noticed things that weren’t your normal. You had tried to explain them away as just PMS symptoms, but the nausea was the one thing that was the tell-tale red flag. The mood swings were nothing new, but they hadn’t gone away. Poor Quinn had been walking on eggshells for weeks on end despite having done nothing to warrant your attitude. Everything else just aligned with your cycle paying you a visit, however it never came around. You had been more stressed as of late, and a missed period wasn’t something you experienced often, but enough that you didn’t freak out initially. However, with everything stacking up, you bought a pregnancy test to hopefully clear your mind of any uncertainty. 

Now, you stood alone in the bathroom, braced against the vanity while the timer on your phone ticked down to the last remaining seconds, although the test was very clearly completed. The blue plus-sign was the darkest shade of blue on both of the lines that the test could produce. It was a definite positive. With hands over your mouth in glaring realization, you stood there staring at it, trembling. Quinn was just beyond the bathroom door, unaware of the news you now had to give him. 

How would he take it?

You weren’t married; you weren’t even engaged, yet here you were, feeling mocked by the pregnancy test sitting there on the counter. You couldn’t hide the fact now and this was no false-positive. You had to tell him. Your fingers were still shaking when you reached for it, nearly dropping it once it was between your fingers. “Shit~” You spat, just under your breath. You needed to get yourself in order or this was going to be so much harder. By this point, you had no idea how long had you been locked in the bathroom; how long did the test take again?

You tiptoed from the bathroom, hoping you’d find him not in the middle of something so you could get it over with as soon as possible, still unsure what his reaction was going to be. He was in the living room, feet up on the ottoman, streaming a Thursday Night Football game. He hadn’t noticed you approach until you squeaked out his name. 

“Quinn?”

The first time you said it, he hadn’t heard you. The second time, however, it was more shaky and a touch louder, “Quinn?”

The change in your tone was what pulled his attention away from the broadcast. The look on your face had pulled him to his feet. 

"What’s wrong, baby?” His face was drenched in concern and immediate dread. He knew you better than anyone and even he hadn’t seen you like this before. “You look really pale. Why don’t you sit down?”

The test wand was tucked in the palm of your hand and braced against your wrist. When Quinn asked you to sit on the sofa, you did so, but crossed your arms over  your stomach, further helping you conceal the test until you were ready to finally break the news. He was looking at you with such worry. For some reason you thought he would be eyeing you with suspicion, but your rational brain knew Quinn wasn’t that way. 

He’d sit right next to you, both of you turned towards the other slightly. Your eyes were down, staring at your knees before his hands touched you gently. His soft affection made you jump even though you saw it coming. It was like you were split between two different places. 

“Are you alright?” He asked, never dreaming you would have jumped at his touch. 

Your heart was beating so quickly, you couldn’t tell if you had said your reply loud enough because all you could hear was the thumping in your ears. “No.”

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Still, your eyes were down, unable to look at his worried face. Quinn would actually bend down hoping to catch your gaze. When your eyes met, you began to cry. It was just too hard to keep the amped up emotions inside any longer. 

“Oh, baby! Can you please tell me what’s wrong?” He reached forward, pulling hair behind you ear; his warm touch grazing your ear. “I’m really worried about you.”

“Quinn, I’m~,” you mumbled, your eyes flipping between both of his for something to focus on. “I’m...”

“Hmm?” Quinn’s tone was sympathetic, soft, and unhurried. He had his emotions reined in while you were running a thousand miles an hour. 

“I’m...pregnant.” Immediately, you broke down, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks as you sobbed.

To say Quinn was shocked would have been an understatement. He wanted to smile, to be excited, but seeing you react like you were stopped his celebration. He’d hold your face with both of his hands and kiss you so passionately. 

“Don’t cry, sweetheart! This is incredible!” 

You’d sniffle once he parted from your lips. Reaching up to wipe your eyes, you forgot the test was in your hand, and it would drop from your lap to the floor. Quinn would beat you to picking it up and when his eyes saw the positive indicator he grinned. “Oh baby, I love you! Please, don’t cry! I’m so happy!”

Words were still hard for you; you were still sobbing, though you didn’t know why other than your hormones were running without restraint. Instead, you reached for him, and he took you in his arms immediately. 

"Baby, baby, baby! It’s okay!” He hushed, one hand on your back, the other smoothing your hair. “Happy tears, okay?”

This made you cry more, buried into his neck as your fingers clawed into his back. 

“Shhh, you’re okay. Everything is fine, sweetheart. I want you to be happy...” his voice dropped off, his non-hormonal stressed brain making a very irrational thought appear. “Do you not want to have the baby?”

You pushed back from him, eyes wide and in shock as you searched his face. “Of course I do! I’m just... I don’t know how to feel right now I’m so confused! I’m so sorry!” 

He gave you a smile, “You have a lot going on, babe! It’s okay to be all over the place!” Quinn’s fingers tightened ever so slightly. “I love you so much!”

"I love you, too!” You continued to weep, just wanting to smile and share in his happiness. “You’re not upset?”

“Upset? Absolutely not! Why would I be?”

“Because we weren’t even...we hadn’t talked about this.”

“Everything for a reason, baby,” he smiled wider. “I can’t wait to let mom know. She’s going to go crazy!”

Your face went completely white. Both of your families had to be told, how had you forgotten? You struggled to tell Quinn, how were you going to handle telling two separate families of this news? 

“We’ll tell them together, okay?” He added, seeing the immediate change in your expression. “We’ve plenty of time. Right now, all I care about is you and how you’re doing. I know the last month hasn’t been easy, and this explains a lot.”

“I’m so sorry I’ve been so mean to you, Quinn!”

“No, no, don’t cry! I’m alright, so just let that go.” He smiled again. “You’re okay.”

Falling against his chest again, you’d put your chin on his shoulder and whimper. Everything was hitting you at once and all you wanted was a break from feeling like an emotional nutcase. Quinn, on the other hand had taken to rocking you gently.

"Everything it okay, baby. I promise you. I couldn’t be more happy right now! To have a little family with you, I can’t lie, I’ve had daydreams about it. Now, it’s going to happen and I’m so happy!”

"Promise?”

“I promise. I’ll make sure you have everything you need, okay? I’ll go with you to as many appointments as I can and I’ll take care of you every step of the way.”

“Quinny,” you finally smiled. “You’re so sweet.”

“Anything for you and our little baby.”

[oneforthemunny]

PLEASE ANYTHING WITH MAFIA EDDIE AND THE PUPPYS🥺

ogs will remember baby beelzebub (the fifth dog, a puppy mafia!edddie surprised reader with) and i'm just feeling like doing a fun, fluffy little work with them :)

"Beelzie!" Your voice carried through the hall, a shrill of a coo that teetered on a playful and exasperated. It had Eddie pausing, just for a moment, wondering if he should retreat back to his office or join you.

"No, no. You can't chew on that. That's not a toy."

The words piqued Eddie's curiosity enough to pull him into the living room, stopping at the bottom of the stairs when he saw you bent over, picking up the shredded remains of what looked like... socks.

"No," Eddie's voice boomed, echoing loud off the high ceilings of the house. Loud enough that the other four dogs sat, ears perked high on attention, while the puppy stilled for a moment, retreating close to you.

"Ed," Your frown was prominent in your words, scowling at him from over your shoulder. "Don't use your mean voice with him. He's just a baby."

Eddie scoffed, fighting back an eye roll. "A baby? He's a monster." Eddie gritted, reaching down to snatch the remnants of shredded socks- his shredded socks.

"Should've sent him to the training camp. 'S not too late to-"

"-Don't say that." You gasped, slapping his shin with a glare. "He's a puppy, Ed. He's just- He's doing puppy things!"

"He's a menace." Eddie muttered, watching the clumsy puppy trot up to Lucifer, jumping and mouthing at him to play. The older dog only gave a short growl, annoyed as he tried to sit at attention.

"It's ok, Lucy, you can play." You cooed lightly. "Tell them they can play with his baby brother. They're waiting on you, Ed."

"Why? So they can destroy the house some more? Chew on the rug again." Eddie grumbled, still, he clicked his tongue, giving a nod that they could play. Lucifer growling, pouncing on the puppy playfully as they ran around.

You collected the shreds of fabric, tossing them in the garbage, crossing the room to Eddie, your arms finding their way around his waist.

"He's just the sweetest little thing. You know he is," You gave Eddie a toothy grin, chin pressed to his chest. "Don't be mean to him. He's learning, and he's so sweet."

And he made you happy.

Really, that was the only thing that kept Eddie's sanity in line, with every chewed shoe and early morning, whining wake up call. The puppy, much like his brothers, made you happy, and therefore, it made Eddie happy.

"Gareth found trainers that can come in the day time to the warehouse and train him there." Eddie's hands slid down the back of yours arms, pulling you into him. "That way he doesn't have to be sent away."

That was the last thing he wanted, especially after the fit you threw when he suggested it. How you cried when he dropped him off, locked yourself in the guest room and refused to speak to Eddie. He'd drove two hours away that night and got the puppy back as soon as he'd arrived. He'd let Beelzebub tear the house apart before he did that again.

"Good." You hummed, your cheek pressed to his chest. You could hear his heart, the same steady thump you heard every night.

"I hope it doesn't dull his personality though." You mumbled, eyeing the puppy from across the room as he stumbled, growling and playing with his brothers. "I hope he still wants to cuddle."

Eddie bit his tongue from adding that he hoped he didn't. The newest addition was adamant on sleeping between the two of you, sprawled out and hogged you all to himself. It made Eddie a little jealous, though he'd never admit it.

"Tell them no to go too hard on him." You leaned back, lip jutted and brows pulled in a frown. The look made Eddie's heart soar.

His nose brushed yours, teeth nipping at your lip playfully, enough to get a squeal out of you. "I'm sure they won't. It's only two hours a day."

You grinned, pulling Eddie into a hot, sloppy kiss, walking him backwards to the couch. Eddie crashed under you, both your hands pulling feverishly at the other. Your legs straddling his hips, pushing him back, reaching for your own shirt until he hissed, sitting up quickly.

"Shit," Eddie muttered, brows pulled in annoyance, reaching under him and wiggling out a half chewed object. "Is that- Is that my belt buckle? A belt? What- What the fuck? Who chews up a belt?" Eyes wide in confused exasperation, sending you into a fit of giggles.

[peachhcs]

I’ve seen so many posts of the whole “Quinn rips off jacks braces” You should totally write it in 😭 or something similar with the other siblings

that’s such chaos from them honestly HAHA i don’t exactly know how it happened that led to quinn doing that so i’m just gonna make something up. also how do u just rip braces off of someone’s face?? like wont that hurt 😭

au masterlist

“samy, up here!” jack called as he chased after his sister with the puck. luke and quinn were hot on their tails trying to take the puck back in their possession. the youngest hughes passed it up to her brother who evaded quinn’s advances.

the middle hughes skated right around luke to send it into the back of the net. he glided towards samy exchanging excited high fives for scoring another goal.

quinn, however, wasn’t too pleased. the four had been playing for almost two hours now and samy and jack had acquired quite a lead on the their brothers.

“that wasn’t fair!” the oldest hughes finally snapped.

“what do you mean that wasn’t fair? you were guarding the goal,” jack protested.

“you’ve been cheating this whole game and it’s pissing me off,” quinn threw his stick down in anger.

“what do you mean cheating? no we haven’t,” jack grew confused and glanced at samy who only shrugged.

“whatever. i’m over this. this isn’t fun anymore,” quinn shook his head.

“oh come on, q-ball. it’s just a game. i didn’t even know we were taking this seriously,” jack laughed and picked up his brother’s stick.

whatever mood quinn was in made jack’s words frustrate the older boy even more. he spun around and practically lurched at the middle siblings while the other two jumped back.

“you’ve been pissing me off all freaking day! first it was eating all my cereal, second it was making me clean our bathroom and now it’s you being all arrogant and i’ve had it up to here with you!” quinn yelled and tackled jack to the ground.

the boys started physically fighting. samy and luke watched in horror as their brothers started punching each other to the point that they were screaming. quinn’s anger got the best of him and he started going for jack’s braces.

quite literally with his bare hands, the older boy ripped them right off his teeth. the plastic bands popped everywhere when he tugged the wires out. jack was screaming and trying to push quinn off of him.

“quinn! quit it!” samy yelled at her older brother because he was seriously scaring her when jack started crying because of the cold and quinn punching him.

luke and samy finally tried pulling the older boy off of jack. quinn fell to the side and jack scooted away, tears running hot down his face.

“dude, what the hell!” jack yelled when he realized quinn pulled both wires out of his mouth.

quinn sat there a bit dumbfounded and shocked that he even did that. the four siblings stood there in shock of one another until jack finally got up and ran to the house to tell their parents. samy and luke didn’t know what to do besides leave quinn on the ice as they followed after jack.

“mom!” jack screamed as soon as he was inside that startled both of his parents. they came running to where their son was as samy and luke made it inside.

“jack? what’s wrong? what happened?” ellen saw his tears and the slight bruise forming on his cheek.

“quinn pulled my braces out!” the middle boy exclaimed. ellen and jim gasped as ellen grabbed his face to examine the damage.

“why did he do that? where is he?” jim quickly asked when he realized the older boy hadn’t come in.

“he just freaked out on us and started fighting me,” jack cried but at least he wasn’t bleeding or anything.

“and what were you guys doing?” jim pointed to the younger two who just stood in the doorway watching the whole thing.

“standing there watching. we didn’t know what to do,” luke said.

“i’ll go talk to him,” jim mumbled when he saw quinn still outside. ellen went to call the orthodontist to see what they could do and how fast they could get jack in to fix his braces.

“not gonna lie, after it was scary, it was kind of funny,” luke mumbled quietly. samy eyed him and jack rolled his eyes.

“of course you would think it’s funny,” jack shook his head and went to go examine his other bruises.

“what? it’s funny now. we can laugh about this in like ten years,” luke shrugged.

“only you would say that,” samy threw her jacket off and disappeared further into the house. the younger brother just shrugged and followed after her.

it was safe to say quinn was grounded for two weeks for pulling that stunt and jack got his braces fixed the next day.

[fashionteahouse]

out of your league - paul x reader

AN: thank you thank you thank you guys for enjoying the past twenty two parts of this series 💜 hugs and kisses to all !

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It was pocket sized. You bought it on purpose. You gave yourself the challenge of drawing each day, leading up to Paul’s birthday.

The struggle was that every time you drew in the house, at the table or on the couch, he would try to take a look.

He was on patrol, so far the pages were filled with images that would make him feel something. You wanted him to know that he was your main inspiration.

You were sitting at the kitchen table, hovered over the pages and as soon as Paul closed the door, you sit up straight. Paul noticed this and you didn’t greet him with a kiss, dashing to the bedroom to hide the small sketchbook.

You walk out to find him drinking out of a juice carton over the sink. You place a kiss on his bare back and wrap your arms around his waist and place your cheek on his back.

“You don’t give me kisses anymore.” he says as he tossed the carton in the trash in one swish.

“I could give you one now if you turn around.” you say.

You step back and he turns around but stands there waiting.

Arms are around his neck as you press your lips to his lips. His hands immediately go under your shirt that makes you laugh lightly against his lips. It quickly turns into a sigh when he circles your chest with his hot fingers that makes your knees buckle.

“What are you hiding from me?” he whispers.

“Nothing.” you whisper back. As soon as the words were uttered, his hands lift you onto the counter, trapping you between him and the cupboard space.

“I saw you run back there with something.” he says as his lips touch a part in your neck that was your weakness.

“So unfair. Just wait.” you say.

“No. Just show me.” he says. You don’t say anything. His movements paused.

“You’re really not going to tell me?” he asks. You just stare at him. He steps back and you jump off the counter and you nudge him playfully and tease him for making you hot and bothered.

He kept a close watch and usually you would be enjoying the extra amount of affection and attention, but he wouldn’t leave you alone, not for a second.

Holding your hand up, you roll your eyes, “Jesus, can I pee in peace?”

He brushed his teeth in the mirror and spat out his toothpaste.

“I seen all of you like a million times.” he says.

He tried to find it while you were away with Bella and Jacob. He huffed in defeat as he couldn’t find what he was looking for.

The small sketchbook was zipped up in your jacket pocket as Bella rode with a tarp covered trunk bed.

“You’re really not going to tell me?” you ask her.

“Nope. I want you to be just as surprised as Jake.” she says.

She pulled up to his home, he comes out before she could shift into park.

He lifts her up, spinning her around before setting her back down to her feet. Her face was red with shyness, clutching his arm before reaching to her tippy toes to place a shy but gentle kiss on his cheek. His smile widened if it were possible.

“Hey, Y/N.” he greets you.

“Hey.” you say as he pulls you into a hug.

Bella unwraps the tarp and Jacob’s jaw drops. Your jaw drops as well.

“Where the hell did you get these?” he asks as he lifts them off of the truck bed.

“Some kid from school was about to throw them out. You can fix them right?”

“Yeah but….Your dad. Charlie will kill me…And my dad will kill my corpse right behind him.” he says.

“It’ll be a secret.” she says.

You examine the bike that was under Jacob’s grasp. You always wanted to ride one. Secretly, you were hoping Jacob agreed.

Bella takes a look at you.

“Come on, Jake. You can teach me and Y/N how to ride them.” she says to him.

“No! Do not put her in this, okay? Paul will kill me before Charlie does.” he says in panic and he looks to you, “Would you tell her?”

You look at him with a sheepish smile with a slight shrug.

“Both of you are trying to set me up.” he says shaking his head.

“I won’t tell him. He already knows I’m keeping something from him so it doesn’t even matter.” you say with a chuckle.

“What is it?” he asks in a gossipy tone as he’s interested.

“Maybe I’ll tell you…If…” you say and he rolls his eyes, “You agree to fix the bikes.” you say and Bella’s face is hopeful.

Jacob sighs with his head down, “Alright. Fine, fine. If it all blows in my face, both of you are going down with me.”

“Okay.” you and Bella both say.

He rolls them in and you both lounge in his garage. He gets to work. Bella pulls out homework that’s already completed to cover her behind.

“So spill, what’s the big secret?” he asks you.

“I can’t tell you exactly in detail because of the pack mind, but I’m making an intimate book for him.”

“That’s it? I thought you kissed another guy or something.” he says uninterested and you roll your eyes.

“What is Paul doing for his birthday anyway?” Bella asks.

“Nothing. He literally wants to do nothing.” you say as you recite what he said from the time that you ask him.

“No party?” she asks.

You shook your head.

“Oh, there’s gonna be a party alright.” he says and you throw the battered pillow that was on his couch. He easily ducks as Bella laughs with her head back slightly.

“Don’t be gross.” she says to him as she tries to sober up.

He tossed the pillow with ease right onto the far end of the couch.

“It’s true.” he says with a dramatic shudder and both you and Bella roll your eyes.

“When will the bikes be done?” you ask as Bella cracks open a book.

“Pretty soon, it shouldn’t take me long at all. I want to hurry up and ride one of these bad boys.” he says in a giddy tone.

You felt a buzz in your pocket.

You read your email.

It was from Larry, the contract was ending very soon, he wanted to know if you wanted to extend it for another year.

He also wanted you to make a commission for someone who was based in Washington. A painted family portrait. You agree but tell him you would think about the decision of extending the contract.

You close the front door slowly, you smile lightly as the entire house smelled like something was cooking.

Paul watched as you scurried into the room after shouting a greeting. He sits down at the table with a slight frown.

You hug him as he looks at his plate while sitting.

“You cooked? What’s the special occasion?” you ask. You would have to beg him to make dishes sometimes, you claimed that there were certain things that he made better than you.

“Nothing. It’s just….You say you like my cooking.” he says and you nod as you have a seat.

He noticed that you didn’t speak, you just ate.

“So, what did you do today?” he asks.

“Oh. Uh…Just hung with Jake and Bella.” you say and your eyes go back to your plate.

“What did you guys do?” he asks.

“We just hung out.” you say and he blinks. “We were in Jake’s garage the entire time. He was fixing..Something and Bella read this book and I just caught up on emails.” you say with a shrug.

He leaves it at that.

“You’re not coming to bed?” he asks you with a touch of astound as his kisses doesn’t motivate you like they usually do.

“Nah. I want to watch this.” you say as you lean away as you sunk comfortably into the couch. You had turned on a movie you wanted to watch on purpose. You wanted to work on your sketchbook while he slept.

“Y/N, it’s been all day.” he says as if it’s been a year.

Chuckling quietly, you take a look at him, “I just want to watch a movie. Then I’ll come to bed, okay?”

“You’ve seen this a billion times. You even know the words.”

“I want to see it a billion and one.” you say but he slumps with defeat as you take your eyes back to the screen.

Getting up after some time, after knowing that you were serious, he takes one last look at you before you hear a door close in a distance.

You slump long ways on the couch, just in case curious eyes peered over the couch to see what you were drawing. The light from the television helped you see as your hand worked with the pen that was in your hand.

By the time you came to bed, a small ray of light from the sunrise was coming in.

Walking side by side at the beach as both Jacob and Paul were patrolling, you frown a bit as Bella looked ahead in front of her.

“I just feel bad, ya know? It’s not something big but it kinda feels big.”

“Well, just put the blame on me if he ever finds out about the bikes.”

“I don’t think he will find that out. I just don’t want us to fight for any reason.” you say as you look at your footsteps.

“It shouldn’t get to that point.” she comments quietly and you both continue to mindlessly walk.

As you swiped your paintbrush across the wooden canvas, the picture that was sent to be painted, just seemed familiar. You didn’t know if you were going crazy. The woman, who was beautiful, you had a deep feeling inside of you as you kept trying to figure out where you had might’ve seen her from. It was a bit hard to focus as you tried to work your brain hard to figure it out.

As you ate dinner, you found yourself staring at Paul a lot. He stared back.

“Something happen today?” he asks.

You shake your head.

“Well, what’s going on with you? You’ve been acting weird lately.”

You lean back a bit in your chair, “Just got a lot going on.”

“You want to talk about it?” he asks but he knew the answer, what it always was.

“No.” you say and he goes back to his plate.

You had to keep your eyes from widening as you looked at him as you two lie in bed, your hand was on the edge of his shorts.

“I’m going to sleep.” he says and you watch as he turned over to the other side.

“Whoa…Did Hell freeze over?”

“You tell me. Did it?” he replies.

You scoot out of bed, not feeling tired. You instead worked on your project with the time that you had, using the very small light in the area. The gloss was shining just as he was rising from bed. Birds were chirping as your eye bags were saggy.

“Why did you do this? You look like you’re about to pass out.” he softly scolded you as he took his breakfast plate. Your face was pure evidence of pulling an all nighter.

“I felt bad. I didn’t know if I did anything to make you not be in the mood last night.” you admit.

He sits down with a slight shake of his head, “You did nothing wrong, it’s just that you used to tell me everything. I want us to be like that again. You’re my best friend.”

You sit down as well.

“You’re my best friend too….Okay…You’re going to think I’m crazy.” you trail off.

“For christ’s sake Y/N, who are you talking to?” he asks in a playful tone.

You laugh a bit before saying, “Okay. Have you ever seen someone but you just couldn’t figure out…Where from? Like…It’s weird.”

“No. But, who did you see?” he asks.

“The portrait that I was in there painting. I feel like I’ve seen this woman somewhere. Like something about her is so familiar.” you say and fetch your phone. You open the email attachment of the reference photo of the commission you were finished with.

You watch as he takes a look. He swallows. He stared. He blinked. You blink. He shift his eyes back down to his plate.

“That’s what’s…Well, one of the things that’s on my mind.” you say as you place your phone down.

“What’s…What’s the other thing?” he asks, his voice deeper than usual.

“Your birthday that’s tomorrow.” you say with a smile. His face stays blank as he blinks.

“Are you alright?” you ask as you touch his arm. He looks at you. He’s not.

“Yeah. I.. Damn.” he says with a sigh and gets up. He didn’t even finish his food.

“What’s wrong? Where are you going?” you ask as he reached for the back door. You follow him. He turns to look at you.

“It’s fine..I mean..I’m fine. I gotta take a run really quick.” he says quickly but he planted a sloppy kiss on your lips before turning out the door. You’re confused.

He didn’t come back when you finally woke up from sleeping.

Bella picks you up, she’s practically jumping out of her seat.

“He’s done with the bikes.” she says excitedly.

You match her excitement.

Jacob placed the bikes onto the bed of her trunk, lifting them as if they were something so light.

As you ride with Jacob and Bella, Jacob shakes his head.

“I’m done with the bikes, but are you done with your little book or whatever?” he asks.

With a smile, “Yeah.”

“Good.” he barked out.

“Why?” you say with a smile at his tone.

“Paul gives us hell if you two aren’t extra lovey dovey to each other.” he says with a pout.

“He will be okay.” you say with a grin.

Jacob stressed the importance of each part of the bike as you all were in the clearing. Covering his hand with yours to make sure you get a feel of each identification.

“Got it?” he asks. You nod. He then quizzes you. He then feels comfortable as the bike engine roared to life.

A happy expression is on your face as you realized that you were getting the hang of riding the bike. Air whipped past you as you rode the motorcycle. You couldn’t believe that Jacob got them running so good.

A figure comes into view and your heart freezes as it disappears as you ride past it. It looked like a real person and you check behind you to see if they were someone. Nothing was there but Bella and Jacob that’s in a distance. She was climbing onto her own bike as Jacob still watched you.

You keep your head straight, trying to keep focus.

A voice. A familiar voice. With a startled gasp, your handle bars go wobbly and you start to freak out.

“What the fuck?” you gasp out at the hallucination. Only Jacob heard you. He acts fast.

“Hit the brake!” he yells. You almost panicked but you hit it. The bike stops, you try to climb off, only to scrape your knee after you stumble forward. You were freaked out and your body was slightly trembling.

Your breath is shaky as nothing was there in the clearing. Blinking rapidly, you hold your head as you felt lightheaded and didn’t know what to feel. You almost felt sick.

“Are you alright?” Both Jacob and Bella asks at the same time as Bella pants from running to you. You nod. They both pull you up to your feet.

“Yeah, let’s go again. I almost panicked but I think I got the hang of it.”

“Yeah..You can’t panic.” he says cautiously as he touched your shoulders, both Bella and Jacob brush you off some to make sure that you are good. He wheels the bike back to the starting point. Shaky legs walk back with Bella and Jacob.

“I’m not crazy. Was I…Hallucinating?” you ask yourself as you see Bella climb on her bike, getting directions from Jacob.

You winced as Bella dabbed the alcohol on your knee with a cotton ball in Billy’s bathroom.

“We were horsing around.” Bella states.

“Like he would believe someone like you and me were horsing around.”

“Jake rubbed off on me.” she says with a shrug.

You stand as soon as a gauge is on your knee.

“Do you want to go back to my place?” she asks as Jacob announces he has to leave out for patrol.

Your mind went back to Paul’s changed mood earlier this morning.

“Um..Nah. I think I’m going to head home.” you say and grab your jacket.

You didn’t go straight home.

Your jaw was dropped as you stared at the old man in the chair. His ancient voice suggested something that you didn’t think was true.

“Withdrawal? From what? It’s been like two months since I’ve seen them.” you say in thought.

“They have a thrall for their prey. I’m not surprised.” Old Quil says after he blows out smoke from his pipe.

“How come Bella, didn’t get any?” you ask. She rode bikes right with you.

“You and that Cullen boy were recently intensively engaged with each other..Emotionally invested.. You in fact helped heal her distress from his absence. It was you who made her not able to see or hear the hallucination.” he mused as he looked about to think.

You nod sadly.

The house was dark as you got back. Turning on the light, you almost jumped ten feet in the air when Paul’s figure was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands.

“Paul? Are you alright? You scared me.” you say and kneel in front of him as you place your hands on him.

“You don’t have to be scared…” he says very quietly.

“Are you okay? Why are you sitting in the dark?” you ask carefully. He doesn’t say anything.

“Do you…Want to talk about it?” you ask.

He immediately says, “No.”

“Remember, you said you wanted us to tell each other everything.” you remind him.

“I don’t want to fucking talking about it.” he snaps out, this makes you immediately flinch and rise to your feet.

You back up, you hear him sigh deeply, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I promise. I understand, you just want some time by yourself-“

“No. I don’t…I don’t want to be by myself. Please?” he says and the look on his face squeezes your heart. You go to sit next to him but he instead brings you into his lap. His arms are tight around you, tighter than ever.

His hand immediately goes to your knee and he paused.

“What happened to your knee?” he asks very softly. The touch felt nice with his warmth seeping onto you.

“I fell down. Doing something stupid with Bella.” you say and he stared at you intensely before you realize, you just couldn’t lie. You immediately felt bad.

“We were riding bikes.”

“You fell off a bicycle? I didn’t know Bella had bikes...” he says.

“No, like… Motorcycle bikes.” you admit in a whisper.

He doesn’t say anything. You’re even more confused. He would’ve went on a rant on how dangerous and reckless it was. He would’ve demanded to know what you were thinking to do such a thing. Instead, he just looked zoned out. You touch his cheek.

“I’m going to make us something to eat. Did you eat?” you ask as you try to rise up but he clutched to you even tighter.

“I’ll eat later.” he says, “Can…Will you lay with me?”

“Of course.” you say and press your lips to his cheekbone.

As you lie down, he stared at your face. You look about in the room and notice something is missing.

“Where’s my picture?” you ask in great wonder. He doesn’t say anything.

“Paul?” you call to him. He only blinks. You nervously chuckle, thinking he’s messing with you.

“Where’s my picture? What did you do with it? It was sitting right there before I left today.” you say as you point in the empty spot. He still doesn’t say anything.

You rise up and he tries to grab onto you to lay you back down but you push his arms away, not harshly.

You move through the home. You fell to your knees with a gasp. Your hard work was in pieces. It was destroyed as if someone had a personal problem with the picture. Tears started streaming down your face. You whip your head around at his nonchalant figure.

“How could you?!” you scream at him. He looks at the pieces that fell from your hands as you threw it down.

“Do you know how long it took me to make this?! Why would you do this?! I have to turn this in two days! I stayed up all fucking night just to get it done and you fucking ruined it! You fucking asshole!” you scream at his face. His face doesn’t change its expression, you couldn’t believe that he didn’t show any remorse as he looked at you. It was as if the words bounced right off of him.

You scoff and push past him and storm off. You slammed the bedroom door and lay face down on the bed as you sobbed angrily. You just couldn’t believe this was real. All of your hard work was down the drain. You would have to start all over again.

“Y/N.” you hear him say.

You ignore him as you cried harder. You wondered if he hated you. That’s how you felt. You just simply couldn’t understand why he would do such a thing. You felt a warm hand on your back.

You rise up and reach for your jacket. He grabs your arm but you shove his rock hard chest. It made you mad that he didn’t budge.

“Y/N.” he says again in an eerily calm voice.

“Fuck off! Get off of me!” you say and try to yank your arm out of his grasp but he has a nice grip.

“That woman….I don’t want you to make artwork for her.” he says.

“I’m never listening to anything else you have to say!”

“Just listen…I..” he says and sighs.

“Why….Would you do this to me? Why?” you demand and he detects the deep hurt in your voice.

“Y/N, she’s my-“ he started but his head goes down.

“What? Don’t tell me you fucked her!” you say as it was a clear age difference, yes she was beautiful but you weren’t turning down work just because of his past escapades.

“No. God, no.” he says and his calm tone makes you even more upset.

“I’m leaving. I’m spending the night at Bella’s.” you say, you didn’t want to look at him or be in his presence.

“She’s…My..Mother.” he says with such sadness.

“What? What? What did you just say?” you ask in stupor. He lets your arm go.

“Wait. What?” you ask again but this time you hold onto his arm. It took you a minute to process such heavy information.

“I’m sorry, it was very shitty of me to destroy it, it just made me so mad. I snapped. I'll make it up to you and I will give you the money. I promise. But…This morning, you showed me the picture. It all came back. Everything just came back. I didn’t know if she was dead or maybe she just stayed in Tacoma but…” he says and doesn’t say anything else.

“Did…Your dad know where she was all of this time?” you ask carefully as you then mold your hand in his. The topic felt like needles to even touch on.

“All he did was throw it in my face, that I was the reason she left…How she didn’t even want to take me with her…Then….You show me…A picture of her…She’s fine and healthy…I see her with some other man…Hugging and smiling with…Another kid. What did that kid do, that I didn’t do? What did that kid do, to make her stick around for them?”

You look down. It’s just a painting. You’ll just remake it. He never talked about this before. This was more important. You take his hand in yours.

“I wish…You would’ve told me about this….Im sorry I yelled at you and said those mean things…I didn’t know you were this much in pain, Paul. I’m really sorry.” you say feeling mad at yourself for letting your anger get the best of you in such moment.

“Why are you saying sorry? I should be saying sorry…I’m sorry that you are tied to me, tied to my baggage, and everything. I should’ve just left you alone. You should’ve just walked away when I started talking to you. You should’ve rejected the imprint. You’re better than this. You’re better than me. I know your life isn’t perfect, but you turned it into a passion. I’m just stuck here, on this rez, with both parents who don’t even want me. You should’ve ignored me on those times when I told you to come home. I didn’t understand but, now I do. You don’t deserve to be stuck here, especially not with me. Everybody was right. Cullen was even right. I can’t take care of you. You’re stuck here.”

“You’re talking crazy. I’m better than no one. That's all that you have been doing, you've been taking really good care of me. You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me. I thought I was dreaming when you started talking to me, are you kidding? How could I walk away from this? From you? I get to wake up next to you everyday and just enjoy just being around you. I feel very lucky, to have you as my imprint. You’re my soulmate and I would never trade it for the world. I’m never leaving your side. You never left mine.” you say and hug him tight with your eyes closed.

"She's very proud of the family she has now. She never took a family portrait with me and my dad, let alone request a painting of one." he says.

“She didn’t request it. Her husband…I guess….Did.” you say. The man in the picture looked to be very successful. His family didn’t have a need or want for anything. It was straight out of a catalog. You now understood the sense of familiarity, you thought he looked like a carbon copy of his father, but his features were strong of his mother’s as well.

Paul falls silent. You look up to his face, he’s lost in a daze. You rub his warm back with your hands and start to pull back.

He snaps his gaze down to you, peering down asking quietly, “Where are you going?”

“Nowhere, I just…Do you need to be alone? I know that this is a lot for you.”

“No. I don’t. Can you stay with me? Can you do that?”

“Yes. Of course.” you say and put your head back to his chest as he pulled you in tighter.

The clock strikes at midnight. You were going to wait until the morning, but you just simply couldn’t wait.

Rising up from the cuddle session in bed, you rise and walk to your jacket. Unzipping it, his wrapped gift is in your hands and you thrust it towards him.

“Happy birthday.” you say brightly.

“What is this?” he asks as he looked down at the small present.

“Open it. It’s the thing I’ve been hiding from you.” you say with a hint of excitement. You sit next to him and rub his shoulder and he hands it back to you. You look at him with a slight frown.

“We talked about this. I didn’t want you to get me anything.”

“I made it. Just for you.” you say and he gives it a thought after looking at you.

He halfheartedly tears it open, “You got me a sketchbook?”

“No.” you say with a grin.

Flipping through the first page, that’s when you saw emotion come from him. You watch his ignited eyes take in a colorful portrait of him.

“Did you fill this whole book up?” he asks with glee as he eagerly flips to the next page.

“Of course I did.” you say.

Flipping deeper, he sits back on the pillows with a mischievous smile.

“You pulled a me?” he asks and turns the book around to show the first ever erotic sketch that you’ve ever made.

“I guess..So.” you say shyly. He chuckles richly as he takes his time to flip through the pages.

“There isn’t a use of being shy now. Now, I know you really feel.” he says as his look out of the corner of his eye was heated.

A nervous chuckle comes out of your mouth.

“There’s something else.” you say when he’s done looking through it. He sets it on his side of the nightstand.

“Give it to me in the morning.” he says.

“Are you sure?” you ask carefully as you take your eyes back to your desk.

“Yes.” he says and you go to give home a look and your eyes widened as his hands shove his shorts down.

The action just made you giggle lightly and he smirks.

“So, you want your real present?” you tease as two fingers walk on his thigh. Letting his lip go from his teeth, he says, “Right.”

You plant a kiss on his lips and he keeps a hand on the back of your head to keep your lips to his. His groan was very seductive, shooting right to your core. You stroke him slowly with a gentle twist of your wrist.

The kiss got heated, mostly due to him taking control. He pulls back with a low moan. His open mouth kiss transfers to your neck. You jerk slightly from pleasure as he nipped at it.

It was slow and sensual at first, you tasted him, in a way thanking him for the times he made you feel good with his tongue. You felt it was his turn.

It didn’t last too long before you’re on your back clutching onto his head with shaky legs. He held you to him with your back against his warm chest as his steady thrusts made you whine out. Your stomach is then pressed to the mattress as he grunts out words of affection in your ear with such heated thrusts. His hands bawled up the sheets on either side of you as you hung on tight to his arms.

He worked up an appetite for the both of you. After eating, you both went back to work of making each other feel good.

“Spray it with water.” you say as you lie in bed as he looks at the handmade birthday card. Crafted flowers with a sun and grass that was colored and decorated.

“How?” he asks with a quizzical look.

You rise up and you were prepared that he would ask such question.

“Here.”

He sprays and watched in amazement how the paper flowers shriveled up to show what was behind it. Printed pictures of you and him were now staring back at him. Happy memories flooded in his brain as he knew what happened behind each picture.

“How did you make this?” he says laughing.

“The power of love, baby.” you say and put your hands behind your head to show off cockiness.

He kept staring at it with a grin on his face.

“Do..you like it?” you ask quietly.

“Yeah….I love it. I love you.” he finally says.

“I love you more.” you say. He sets it on top of the book that you gave him on the nightstand and hovered your body once more.

Due to Emily’s persistence, he allowed her to bake him a cake the next day. The pack came over and sung him an off key version of happy birthday as your arms rested around him as you stood behind him while he sat staring at his candle lit cake.

He didn’t bother to make a wish.

You checked your phone after you were done with your slice, Larry wanted to know if you made a decision yet.

Sitting down next to Paul, you place a hand on his thigh. He knew something was wrong.

He got it out of you at home. You paced back and forth as you wring your fingers in nervousness.

“This is all I’ve wanted..I’m not trying to leave you here while I leave the country.” you say as you rub your temples. He grabs you as your breaths become quick.

“Go independent.” he boldly speaks out.

Your eyebrows furrow. You shake your head.

“No! I can’t. Larry has the connections. He got me some type of momentum.”

“Quit talking like that. You built your own momentum. Think about how you got his attention in the first place.” he says.

It was Edward who broke the ice in the first place. You were too nervous to even go up to speak to him.

“Y/N.” he says and you look at him.

“You’re talented. It’s up to you to believe it.” he says. You sigh deeply.

“You give me more credit than it’s due.” you say.

“You work so hard, more opportunities will come. He’s your godfather. You shouldn’t be afraid.”

“I know but, that’s what will make it more disappointing for him. He always put me first. Even before his own girlfriend.” you say.

“You’ll be okay. Trust me.” he reassured.

“Thank you so much. Our anniversary is coming up and I’m trying to surprise her.” The man from the reference photo says. The wedding band was sitting right on his ring finger. He held the large wooden painting as his eyes lit up with happiness.

His smile was bright and big and you can tell he loved his family very much.

“Wonderful. It was a pleasure. I hope to see more of you soon.” Larry says. They shake hands. You were quiet.

“There has to be a way to thank you, I mean…This is really superb. A price tag can’t even…Look, I can treat you both to dinner.”

“That’s okay.” you say.

“Me and Y/N will be there. It’s the least we can do.” Larry says as he over talks you.

“Alright.” he says with a smile and gives Larry his last handshake. The door closes and you shake your head at Larry.

“I can’t believe you.”

“I can’t believe you.” Larry says back and you roll your eyes.

“Larry, his wife is..Paul’s estranged mother.”

He blinks before having a seat, “Ouch.” he comments.

“Yeah.” you say and look down.

“See if he’ll take my place.” he suggested.

Your eyes widen at his suggestion.

“There’s no way he will go.” you say with confidence. Larry shrugs.

“Im going.” Paul says as he watched the window in the bedroom. Your jaw drops.

“Are…Wait..You’re serious.” you state.

“Yeah. Let her face the demon that she’s too busy running from.” he says.

“Paul, don’t be petty. Think of how messy things will be.”

“She started it. I’m sure she didn’t tell her man or her precious child about me. Why do I have to give her grace?” he turns from the window and stared at you.

“I don’t know. I think there’s a different way to go about this.” you say quietly.

“If you’re not going to support my decision, stay out of it. I don’t need anybody to tell me how to go about this.” he says and his back is faced towards you. You nudge him and he plainly peered down at you.

“I’m not anybody. Yeah, you let her know what she did and all of that. Then what? You still won’t get your answers. Just talk to her. One on one. She will have no choice but to listen.” you say and place a hand on his shoulder with a rub. He lets out a breath before he calmly speaks.

“I’m doing this my way. Alright? You either support me or you don’t.” he says in finality. There was no changing his mind.

You held his hand and rubbed the back of it with your thumb.

“Wait.” you say as he rushed and wasted no time to move to open the door of the restaurant.

“What?” he asks in confusion.

“I support you, however this situation plays out.” you say. He nods, kisses your cheek sweetly and opens the door.

The clean shaven man hung up his phone as the woman, his wife, rubbed his shoulder.

Standing up, putting his suit jacket back on, “Sorry. The bill’s all on me. You can get whatever you want, the babysitter has to go and I gotta go be with the kids.” he says apologetically and you wave him off as you thank him. He leaned and gave his wife a closed mouth kiss and she followed him rushing out of the door with her eyes.

Her eyes snapped to you and Paul. She lingered her look on Paul. She rises up with a slow smile and meets the both of you.

“What, you’re not going to hug your mother?” The woman asks boldly, however, it was charismatic. She was the star of the room. She extended her arms out. She wasn’t surprised to see him like you thought she would.

You stood next to Paul as you held his hand tightly. He took in the sight. Being so connected with each other, you felt his different emotions as he was in the presence of the very being that had left him.

You look at him with encouragement. He unwillingly lets go of your hand and slowly extends his arms out at a certain length. She steps in, hugging him tight while patting and rubbing his back.

Nelly was her name.

She was more beautiful in person. This was a woman who’s definitely seen and done a lot. Something deep inside of you just knew that her life stories carried a lot of weight. With the way she carried herself, Paul definitely got his confidence from her. She wore a slight grin as she took in the grown version of her son as she sat across from him.

“You definitely didn’t get your looks from your dad, I know that much.” she jokes with a laugh, even meeting your eyesight and you display a small but nervous grin. Paul’s face stayed stoic as he continued to soak in the physical sight of his maternal parent.

“Is she pregnant?” she asks him boldly with a slight jerk of her head, gesturing towards you.

Paul groaned at her, “What? No. Why would you even ask that?”

“I heard you moved her in with you and everything.” she says, “Terrance did tell me you met someone. Didn’t know she was an artist.” She continues as she looked at you. Though she seemed a bit impressed, it pained to look at her. She pretended like everything was fine. She was smug.

“So, you spoke to him.” he observes, his glare at her made you want to tell him to ease up, but you understood. He probably waited for this moment for his entire life.

“I talk to him all of the time.” she says casually with a slight shrug and took a sip of her alcoholic beverage. Paul was gobsmacked, his jaw dropped some as he couldn’t believe her admittance. His fist bawled up tight next to him. You watched carefully as he huffed softly and you knew he was trying to control himself.

“And you never thought to talk to me? Are you serious? You never thought to come to see me?” the tone was deeply disappointed. Hopeless.

“So I can make things harder? Years already went by and your dad was already having problems with you. Why did you tell him you didn’t want to see me?” she defended.

“I never said shit like that.” he deadpanned. He sat back as if his heart was torn out of his chest.

She rolls her eyes with a soft suck of her teeth, not believing him. You were confused by her expression. You stayed quiet as this was not your mother.

“I did the best I could. I can’t raise a man.” she defended.

“Doesn’t seem like it. You did nothing for me. Ever!” he sneered.

She narrowed her eyes and leaned her folded elbows on the table, “Please,” she dismissed with a hand, “How do you think you got your little house? What, you think the broke ass council just magically got that money out of their ass to help you? Your dad kicked you out, calling me and cussing on the phone. What I do? I stepped in.”

“If I would’ve known, I would’ve declined.. I don’t need you or your fucking husband’s money.” he says with a slight tremble. Discreetly, you place a support hand on his knee.

“But see, you don’t know anything. Before you start pointing fingers at someone, ask questions. You’re acting so ungrateful. What happened to ‘thank you mom?’ ” she retorted with hardness.

“Ungrateful… Okay. Let me ask you this, does your lovely child know what of an abandonment mother you are? Are you going to let him experience wondering when his mother was going to come back to get him?”

“Oh, Paul that’s your blood sibling whether you like it or not. You’re sitting here talking about them like they’re just a random kid. That’s my kid that I popped out, just like you’re my kid. At the time when I had you, I wasn’t ready for kids! Me and your dad were fine with how we were but he pushed to have kids that I wasn’t ready for because his lonely ass mother wanted grandkids before she shriveled up. Plus, I seen a different side of your fucking father and I divorced him the first chance I got.” she rambled on. She ended the sentence with a hand gesture.

“But, you didn’t take me with you. Lame ass excuses.” he grits.

“Hey! Watch your fucking mouth. You could’ve stayed with me or family but, your father left Tacoma. Blame him.” she says roared out not with a point of her finger. She didn’t care about the eyes of the other tables and she dared anyone to say anything to her.

“Because you left!”

“Me and your dad had problems. I was young and didn’t understand a thing about parenthood. They don’t give us instruction manuals and shit about raising kids. I knew I wasn’t ready and I just wanted to be child free. My plans were to come back and get you once I got stable but, you know, life…Happened.”

Paul gets up as he heard enough, grabbing your hand and rising you up swiftly to your feet. “Let’s go.” he says to you.

“There you go, you’re acting just like him.” she says sadly after a scoff as she shakes her head. “Hey.” she calls to you. You slowly look at her.

“I hope you learned something.” she says.

You’re then tugged away before you could even digest her words.

“This was a mistake. I never want to see her ever again.” he says as he gripped the steering wheel. He was trembled so bad with anger that it scared you.

“Just let me drive.” you say carefully.

“What, why?” he asks.

“Paul, you’re like about to phase…” you say and the car jerks to a stop, your body leaned forward with the seatbelt holding your body.

He flings the car open and stomps around the car as you get out.

“Where are you going?” you ask in confusion.

“I’ll just meet you at home.” he says with a wave of his hand and you saw a flash of silver before he fully surrounded himself in the woodsy trees on the side of the road.

You sigh. You slowly got in the car, driving back to the home you both had shared.

You sat on the couch, your leg started to bounce a bit as you got anxious by the fact that the sky was getting darker and darker. Pretty soon, the entire living room area was dark.

“He didn’t come home?” Jacob asks as you sat in his garage. Bella wasn’t out of school yet.

It’s been two days since that day.

“No.” you say as you look down.

“I can go look for him if you want.” he offers. You shake your head.

“No, it’s okay Jake. He’ll come home. Man, it’s just…Messed up how..” you say and you shake your head with a sigh as you felt at a loss.

“Come on, let’s go for a walk.” he suggests. You both walk as you both talk. It felt better than being stagnant.

“I don’t want to say too much of his business, but I think she feels like her decision was right.”

“Trust me. She feels bad.” he says.

“How would you know?” you ask as he wasn’t there.

“She made the effort to still help him out, even if it was not the right way to go about it. She just isn’t ready to take full on accountability.”

“She wants his forgiveness. It was evident in her demeanor.” you say.

“Well, she has a lot, and I mean a lot of work to do.” he says.

“You only wanted to walk to my house because you’re hungry.” you say as you rolled your eyes.

“And what’s wrong with that?” he asks with a grin. The laughter you both brought out stopped abruptly.

Your heart froze. You and Jacob freeze as a figure is standing at the front door of you and Paul’s home.

The woman turns around with a small smile, “Oh, we got company.”

You and Jacob share a look.

“Where’s Paul?” she asks.

“He’s…” you say and Jacob steps in, “He’s out handling business. Who are you?”

“His mother.” she says as she looks at him up and down.

Jacob lets out a small breath.

“So um….What are you doing in…La Push?” you ask in a small voice.

“I don’t like how he just left out like that. Before he did, I was going to give him the opportunity to be able to meet his sibling. Cause you know, I’ll be a bad mom for that if I don’t.” she shakes her head and lets out a breath.

“So, we are gonna stand outside all day or what?” she then asks with hand movements. You panicked just thinking about Paul coming home to the person he didn’t want to see, in his home.

“Uh…I think you should…”

“I should what?” she demands.

“Give him some time to process everything. He hasn’t seen you since he was eight.” you say.

“Has he talked about me?” she asks as she lights a cigarette across from you. She was subtly eager to know any type of information.

“Not much. Just..Bits and pieces but it was really hard for him to find out about your new family when he found out I had to do the portrait. That’s the only way he even found you.”

“If I had brought Paul with me while I was bouncing from house to house, he would have a sob story about that.”

“You’re being insensitive about this.”

“You know nothing!” she snaps.

Jacob steps in calmly, “Let’s calm down..Shall we?”

“No, there isn’t no ‘let’s calm down’. What even is this? You think you know my son better than me? You don’t know half of the shit I’ve been through.”

“I’m not saying that at all. You’re brushing everything off like it’s nothing. It’s okay to tell…Us your truth…Why you really left. He missed his mom.” you reassure. The last thing you wanted was friction. Especially with someone else’s mother.

She then folds her arms.

“How’d you meet him?” she asks with a jerk of her head.

“School.”

“You met his father?”

“Yes….He was..Hard on him. I witnessed it. That’s why he left home.”

“He’s spoiled.” she comments.

You shake your head in disbelief, “What?”

“Terrence told me about all of the days he had missed. He didn’t even fucking graduate! Now, he’s just another statistic.” she says with great disappointment.

You and Jacob share a look. His mother definitely didn’t know the real reason.

“It’s about what I could’ve did or what I should’ve done. What about bringing home a piece of paper to prove his education? How about that?”

“He didn’t even know what happened to you. He thought that you didn’t love him anymore. His dad said horrible things to him that made him feel like it was his fault that you left him behind. I get that you weren’t ready for kids, but showing Paul that you still love him, without money being involved, would’ve meant a lot.” you reply to her.

She steps on a cigarette with the twist of her foot with a frustrated look, “Of course I love him. I did what I could, especially to survive. Bringing him on my rollercoaster wouldn’t have shown him that I love him. I finally got some stability, he was already older. And I like how you think you know everything Miss Picasso.”

She goes to storm to her car. Sam comes with a calmed down version of Paul.

Paul’s mood immediately changes.

“The hell are you doing here? I told you I never want to see you again.”

“Fine! You’ll never see me again!” she says and shoved past him. He glared as she slammed her car door shut. He slammed the front door with a rattle as Sam and Jacob started walking back.

“I’ll see you later, Y/N.” Jacob says with an apologetic look as he passed you with a touch of your shoulder.

You tap the window and she angrily looked at you as she rolled the window down, “What? What do you want?”

“You don’t mean that. I can calm him down so you both can talk.” you say.

“I don’t want to talk! He wins. I’m getting the hell up out of here. It was a mistake coming here.”

You shake your head, “He loses, again. It felt good to see him again, wasn’t it?”

She doesn’t say anything as she stared ahead. Unshed tears were threatening to fall but she fought very hard to keep them from spilling.

“Look, I’m not trying to tell you what to do. I’m not trying to tell Paul what to do. It’s going to hit you, when you’re at home, that you had the chance to mend things with him and your pride got in the way of just that.” you say carefully.

“What makes you think I’m going to listen to you. You know nothing about a struggle. You can’t relate at all, your parents put you in fancy art school.”

“They didn’t. I’m proof of self made. I graduated school but I didn’t go to college. I haven’t spoken to my parents in months honestly.” you say.

“You kids.” she scoffs softly and shakes her head. But, your words resonated with her as she undid her seatbelt.

She stood by the door, arms crossed. She kept her chin up. Paul pretended as though she wasn’t there.

Paul ate at the table.

“You decorated it real nice.” she compliments as you motion her to sit down.

“Thanks. Paul helped me.” you say and he chewed quietly as he stared blankly ahead.

“You made that picture?” she points as she has a seat. You nod.

She then looks at her son. He doesn’t look in her direction at all.

“So, how you been?” she asks him.

Paul sighs with boredom, still not bothering to look at her, “Why are you really here?”

She was going to retort with a response but she swallowed it after glancing at you and starting over.

“I didn’t like how we left things off the other day.” she says.

“Hm.” he says and you grab his empty plate.

“I tell them all about you, you know. How smart you are. Why didn’t you graduate?”

“You seriously came here to grill me?” he says as he leans back in his chair with his arms crossed.

“Why are you acting like that? You could’ve gave your father a diploma.”

“I could’ve done a lot of shit, huh?”

“What about you, huh? Why didn’t you do it for yourself? Hell, you’re lucky she has some type of faith in you.” she says as she points to you.

“You know nothing about what we got going on.” he says as he motions his finger at you and him, “I get it, you didn’t want kids but it took you eight years to figure it out. Wish you would’ve figured it out sooner so that I didn’t have to replay the little bit of memories I did have of you in my head.”

You finally saw her crack open with a feeling of shame as she looked at him closely, “I know I fucked up. I want to make things right. Better now than never right?”

Paul doesn’t say anything, he lets his eyes fall in front of him.

“I’m gonna make it up to you. I don’t care you if you push me away, I will still make it an effort to be there. I want you to meet your little sibling. They look at your picture and always ask me when they can meet you. I missed too many milestones and I would like to be there for your future ones. I want to be in your life again, Paul. I know you don’t believe me, but I do love you.”

She said it with such vehemence.

He still doesn’t say anything. He instead looks at her for moment, studying her. He then rises up and leaves the room.

You watch as her eyes fail in defeat. Unshed tears fill her eyes. She watched the table as her bottom lip wobbled just slightly. She seemed frustrated. Her face alone showed that there was so much she wanted to say but she just didn’t know how to say it.

“I appreciate you…Making sure that he’s good.” she says to you as you walked her to her car.

You nod, “Of course. I love him.”

“I can tell. These bitches wouldn’t take care of him like you would.” she says with a slight grin. You only blink at her statement.

Even thought the circumstances were horrible, you still kind of hoped to see her again. Something told you that she was capable of having a warm presence. You liked how she said what was on her mind. You didn’t have to guess.

“I hope things..Do work out between you two.”

“What’s going on with your parents? Why don’t you talk to them?” she asks.

You furrow your eyebrows a bit, “They’re always busy. I try my best to stay out of their way. They support me from a distance and…I’m okay with that. I have Paul.”

Anytime you brought up a pinch of what happened, you found out that Paul had a great talent of changing the subject.

He was off from patrol. You both sat on the rocks on the beach. Like old times. You sling your arm around his shoulders as you lay your head on him. His arm was wrapped behind you on your waist.

“Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asks lightly.

“I’m just checking.” you say. He hums a response.

“I’ve been thinking…” he starts and you take a glance at him.

“I’m okay with us being on separate paths.” he says. He heard your heart quicken and you blink at him.

“Y/N, calm down I’m not talking about us.” he says with a relaxed smile.

“Are you talking about your mom?” you asked quietly.

“Yeah.”

You sigh softly as you have slight worry on your face, “Just give it some time. Let her make it up to you.” you insist.

“Y/N, you told me you were going to support me. Right?” he asks and he made sure to lock his eyes with you. You nod.

“But, Paul-“

“There isn’t a but. I don’t pressure you about your family. I would appreciate it if you don’t do that to me.”

“I’m not trying to pressure you. I’m not trying to do that at all. She seems sincere. She wants to be there.”

“Her husband is loaded. It took you doodling up a picture just for her to remember she has a son. I’m not buying it. If that was my kid out there, I would make sure that he knew he had a parent that still cared about them. I would make sure I would be there. Her excuses were lame and I saw through the bullshit.”

“But, we don’t know what happened. We just know that she left because of your dad.”

He shrugs your arm off of his shoulder and leans his arms on his knees. It felt like your heart was punched in as he gone cold.

“Go ahead and take her side.” he says as he shakes his head.

“I’m not! I swear I’m not.”

“You’re giving her the benefit of doubt like I haven’t done that already! I’m grown. If I don’t want to deal with her then I don’t have to.” he says and his fierce face burns in yours.

“I just know how all of this affects you. It just worries me that’s all.”

“Well here I am telling you, you don’t have to be worried. I’m good.”

You don’t say anything after that. From that day forward, you promised yourself to not bring it up again. You stared ahead as the ocean glistened from the sun. You couldn’t wait until summer rolled around. You instead put your mind to making plans.

“I’m heading home. You coming?” he asks. You shake your head.

You lay back on Bella’s bed.

“Graduation is starting soon, I so can’t wait. I get to finally see my mom.” she says as she glued pictures of her and Jacob in her scrapbook.

“So where is she this time?” you tease as she bounced from location to location.

“Jacksonville, Florida.” she says and then gasps, “You can come with me.”

“No.” you say as you sit up and she nods while saying, “Yes.”

“Why me?”

“Jacob can’t go. I don’t want to go alone. Plus, I need someone there when she freaks about me staying in Forks.”

“Wait, so….You’re not going away for college?” you ask.

“No. I want to stay with Jake. Plus, I already made plans to do online school.”

You nod.

“So, you can start packing summer clothes. It’s hot there.” she says as she smooths out a picture of her playfully digging her finger in Jacob’s cheek as he smiled.

“I don’t know. Trust me, I would love to go, but a lot is going on right now.” you say sadly.

“We haven’t hung out in a while. I meant to ask you what’s going on?”

“Family stuff with Paul. I’ve just been trying to be his support. It’s a bit hard. I’ve never been in a situation like this and I don’t want to do the wrong thing.” you explain.

“Oh…Yeah, sorry he has to go through that.” she says and the same look is displayed on her face when she would talk about her own struggles growing up.

After you helped her in the kitchen of making Charlie dinner, you went on your way.

Everything ticked him off. It made you stop and look at him multiple times as he took his anger out on you.

“Calm down, would you? It was just one turn.” you say calmly as you did a U-turn.

“Just pay attention.” he says nastily as he shakes his head.

You tried your best to ignore it, but it was getting harder and harder everyday.

As you were scribbling in your sketchbook, he tried to give you a kiss, but it was aggressive, you lean away. He huffed out an irritated sigh, “What?”

You ignore him.

“Why are you ignoring me?” he pressed.

“I’m not.” you say softly as you don’t meet his gaze but you paused your doodling.

You met Quil Ateara.

He shook your hand and gave you a flirty smile. You roll your eyes a bit.

“You’re little brother to me.” you say to him as you help Emily make lunch. You swatted his hand away as he tried to sneak some food.

“Big, little brother. You’re tiny compared to me.”

“I’m older.” you simply say back.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m fast and stronger than you’ll ever be. See this?” he asks you and flexed his bicep, “Yeah.” he says with a nod.

“Whatever.” you mutter as Emily was tickled with laughter.

The rest of the boys came in, telling the entire world how hungry they were.

Jacob swallowed his food and told you to hurry up so you could come with him to pick Bella up.

You get up to leave, Paul is there as you put on your jacket. He was antsy.

“When are you coming back?”

“I don’t know, I’m not sure.” you answer honestly.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” he asks impatiently.

“Paul, I’m not doing this today.” you say as you shake your head.

“Well I am!” he says as he raised his voice. You raise your eyebrows at him as you both stared each other down.

Jacob comes, “Y/N, are you ready?”

“Don’t you fucking see me talking to her?” Paul say and you press a firm hand on his chest to prevent him from moving towards Jacob.

“Chill out.” you tell him in disbelief.

“You can’t even answer a simple question.” he snapped at you.

“Okay, I will be back. I’ll leave you to calm down.”

“I am calm! You telling me to calm down is pissing me off.”

“Paul. Cut it out.” Sam says.

Jacob gently guides you away but, Paul pulled your arm back with force, “Let me finish talking to her.”

“Paul. Go run and cool off. Your attitude is seriously getting out of hand.” Sam says with force.

Paul didn’t want to, he showed resistance. Jacob then tries to guide you away, but you don’t budge. It’s you that stiffens at him trying to guide you out.

“Let’s go Paul.” you say. You walk out the door and he follows right behind you.

“Well, it was nice looking at you.” Jacob says disappointed that you changed your plans, not at all hiding his feelings. You just bid a farewell to him.

“What do you seriously want?” you ask as a handful of his hair was in your hand.

“I want things to be how they used to be. Things seemed easier back then.” he whispers. He was completely vulnerable. You both were pressed closed, holding each other skin to skin and taking in each other’s body temperatures.

“What’s so good about back then?” you ask him with open curiosity,

A slight smile forms his face, “I didn’t know what I know now.”

You swallowed hard but your hand doesn’t stop caressing his face.

He opens his eyes and he’s staring dead at you, “I never want to see her again.”

“Ever?” you ask in meekly.

“Again.” he confirms.

“Okay.” you just simply say.

“I seen my dad.”

You blink in surprise.

“You did…?”

“Yeah.” he whispered casually. You waited for a stronger reaction, but you didn’t get one. He just blinked as he searched your face. You hold him a bit tighter before you ask, “So…How was it?”

“It went really good. He reached out to talk. He apologized. He told me the truth.”

“Oh..”

“I’ve grew up under him so I know when he’s bullshitting. My mom…forced him to come with her to a different part of Washington, she was pregnant with me. Things were okay at first, that’s why I remember some of the good times…..What went wrong was, she fell in love with a coworker. You know that goes. Ran off with him but he didn’t want children..Dad divorced her and took me back home with him. He was messed up about it, not really over it, his drinking got out of control. My dad told me that after I moved out, he worked on his sobriety.” he says.

“Wow…..I can’t believe you’re a big brother though.” you just say in thought. He continues.

“Don’t be naive, Y/N. It’s clear as day she had that kid because of how much money the man she’s with now has. I just wish I would’ve known about the house situation, I would’ve just stayed at Sam and Emily’s longer.”

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out as planned. It would’ve been nice for you to finally build some type of relationship with her.”

You felt him shrug but he doesn’t say anything. Your mind drift off, it must’ve been on your face.

“What are you thinking?”

“We can move. Only if you want to.” you say.

He drifted off into thought as well.

The home looked different. The walls were more friendly and his father’s face wasn’t as wrinkled with so much stress.

The tension wasn’t thick like it used to be whenever you would come over in the past. It looked pleasant in the daylight. Paul held your hand tight in his lap while you both sat close on the sofa as his father sat in his favorite chair.

“I didn’t know what was going on but, that’s my fault for not even taking the time out to figure it out. I really am sorry, son. I said and did a lot of hurtful things that as a father I shouldn’t have said and done. I took all of my hurt and pain out on you while drowning it with a can or a glass of something. It was wrong. I was wrong.” he says as he folds his thin glasses.

“So, how did you find out?” you ask.

“When I told him about..Everything. I was scared shitless that my son morphed into a…Wolf. I can’t believe he’s one of the protectors I grew up hearing about. It’s surreal. I looked up to them.” he says with light chuckle.

“Whose bloodline?” you ask.

“We’re distant relatives of the Uley bloodline from my grandmother’s side of the family.” he answers as he looked at his son.

“Interesting..” you say.

“I have a clearer head so I want to ask you, did she know? I only remember a bit of her telling the bedtime tales of the protectors when I was young.” Paul asks contently.

“She thought they were just tales like me. She would come here with me whenever I would visit your grandmother and would hear the stories.” he answered. He then glanced down at you and Paul’s joined hands.

“It’s nice that…You both are still together. I thought it was just teenage romance at first but…It’s nice to know that he did have someone to be at his side through something so…Heavy...” he continues, “I wish there was a way to repay you.”

You grin at Paul’s relaxed demeanor, he wasn’t on edge, “Are we going to see a lot of you?”

“I would prefer it if you both start to get sick of me.” he his father replied.

At the bonfire for Quil’s transformation, you heard the stories already but it seemed as though the elders had a gift for keeping such repeated tales interesting. It felt like the first time. This time, both Paul’s father and Bella were in attendance.

“Are you going to finish that?” Paul asks.

“Just take it.” you say and you found that he already had the half eaten burger that was in your hand, already in his mouth.

You rise up and you mingle with Jacob and Embry.

“I wanna go.” you say with a smile. Embry and Jacob had just hyped up an idea of going cliff diving. They both looked at you, looked at each other and laughed.

“No way. It’s too cold.” Embry says.

“Right. You can’t withstand it like us.” Jacob says.

You slump your shoulders as they were right.

“What are you all talking about?” Quil butts in with his mouth full. You make a face at him but he does nothing but rests his arm on your shoulder.

“Cliff diving, something Y/N can’t do.” Embry tells him.

“What a way to rub it in my face.” you say as you roll your eyes.

“Why can’t she? Ohhh, yeah. We do run hotter than you little one.” Quil says.

“Yeah, look at her legs, she’s already shaking from the wind.” Jacob points out with a laugh. Embry joins in with his own point. You wipe your eyebrows with each middle finger.

“I can keep her warm. She would just have to hold on tight and never let go.” Quil says and throws you a smirk.

You push him away with a grimace, “Ugh. As if.”

Bored of the conversation shifting to something else, you let the trio catch up. You couldn’t help but feel some type of happiness for them as they all thought that each other ditched each other for good. For a gang. It was the total opposite.

“Did you both plan this?” Paul simply asks.

You and Bella both shook your heads no. Bella and yourself sat opposite of Paul.

“I said no at first but, I’m starting to change my mind. What do you think?” you ask.

“It’s up to you. It’s sunny in Florida, there’s no vampires there.” he says.

Both you and Bella share a laugh.

“You do deserve a vacation. You’ve been so busy lately too, even with everything going on.” he points out.

Larry sat across from you as he sat stoic. You decided to let him know your decision before the contract fully came to an end, even stopping to see him a few months before it was up.

“Are you sure, Y/N?” he asks you.

You nod, trying not to feel sad.

“We don’t have to draw up another contract if that’s what you want, just let me help you. Look, I’ll just take 30% instead of 50.” he offers.

“It's not about that. I want to see what else I could achieve, you know?” you say with soft smile.

“You’re going to achieve so much. What about our plans to go international? You barely stepped your toes in this water, there’s so much that we could do.” he insisted.

You sigh deeply as you thought it over.

“Honestly Larry, I’m stressed out. When it’s starting to feel like a job, I think that’s when something has to be done. I make art to relax me. Now, it feels like I’m being spread out too thin and it’s not in my control.” you admit. The amount of commissions that you made, made you feel like you couldn’t think of original ideas anymore. The demands were great and people just keep wanting more. Burnout was rearing it’s ugly head and you didn’t want it to fully take over.

Larry nods in sadness, but in understanding.

“You’re going to get mad at me but I don’t care. If people want to see you, I’m going to show them. Business or not. You’ll never be out of work, all you have to do is make one phone call.”

You look down with a soft laugh.

“Oh. I have something for you.”

“For me?” you ask.

He nods.

He sets a white envelope with a fresh pink rose taped on it. It was only addressed to you.

You roll your eyes, “This better not be anything you bought me Larry.” you say.

“It’s not from me, don’t worry.” he says and his assistant knocks on the door and peaks in.

“Phone call on line three.” they whisper and leave back out. Larry picks up and speaks conversation.

As he does, your fingers slowly open it. It was a letter.

“I know that I’m the last person that you would want to hear from, but it’s my duty to acknowledge my wrong doings. I’m not asking for forgiveness, I definitely don’t deserve it. I’m sorry, Y/N. What I’ve done was immature and childish. You are already happy. I didn’t see it because of my selfish nature. Paul makes you very happy and that’s all that matters. He does truly love you and you already know that. I shouldn’t have overstepped my boundaries and I’m once again deeply sorry. If you wish to have your piece back, I can give it back to Larry. I apologize for buying it directly from him in the first place, however I truly meant it when I said it was simply exceptional. You already know how talented you are and you, Y/N, are the definition of one of a kind. I went completely overboard so there’s no excuse for my actions. I will forever miss the spark that you’ve brought into my life, showing me that there’s a different side to life. A better side. Me and my family will miss you deeply. Enjoy your fruitfulness.

- ”

It was unsigned but you knew who it was from, just from the handwriting alone. You fold it closed just as Larry was finished with his phone call.

“Alright. Talk to you soon. Bye.” he says and turns to you.

“What was that all about?” he asks curiously at the folded piece of white thick paper.

“Um..Just fan mail.” you shrug.

Charlie wiped his eyes as he held his camera. Billy just sat in his wheelchair as he chuckled at his friend’s emotional state.

You and Jacob clapped and whooped together as Bella walked across the stage. You were sure it was the loudest cheer there.

Charlie clicked a million pictures as you and Jacob hugged Bella right and congratulated her.

Jacob ate a lot of cake at her graduation party. Bella’s friends told her how much they would miss her, however, Mike’s look of longing for her didn’t go unnoticed by you.

You and Jacob made a game out of it. Each look, signaled second hand embarrassment of the his subtly flirty attempts being ignored.

Jacob pulls out the gift that he got her, only you and him knew about it. He handmade it, a necklace with a russet wolf. He dangled it as Bella gasped and held a hand to her heart, absolutely lost for words.

"Do you like it?" he asked after she demanded he put it on her. She nods before saying, "It's really pretty. Thanks so much, Jake."

They then embrace.

Jacob had the most fun. Bella softly kissed him as they sat together on the sofa when the company’s excitement of her achievement was dying down. You pretended you didn’t see. Mike looked like a puppy that had been kicked. You knew that Jacob would poke fun of it when it’s just the three of you.

Embry stood there as the girl with the thin glasses bit her lip at his gaze. He slowly blinked.

You and Bella talked about it after she talked you into spending the night. You both face each other as you both lie in bed.

"She's not moving away for college or anything?" you ask worryingly.

"No. Angela is doing community college in Port Angeles."

You breathe out a sigh of relief.

Bella brings on a grin as she tucked her hand under her head, "So much for imprinting to be rare."

You breathe out a laugh, "The pack back then was much smaller. The ratio definitely made it seem as though it was rare."

"Makes sense." she says.

She was quiet, but she was nice. You understood why Bella enjoyed her company, she reminded you of Bella in a way, complimenting each other.

"I can't stop thinking about him. I never even felt this way about Ben before." Angela admits over a lunch outing.

"It has been a week since my party. Just call him." Bella suggests.

Angela's eyes go wide at the thought, "No, I can't."

"Why not?" you and Bella both say at the same time.

"Hes like..Beyond out of my league." she says as she looks down.

"Embry is cool. He's down to earth. He talks about you." you say.

"Oh my god, what did he say?" Angela leans in for you to spill.

"He's nervous to make the first move." you say. You hide your smirk after you thought of the time he begged you to promise not to tell anyone. You just couldn't hold it, they both were tiptoeing around each other and it was driving you insane. They both clearly like each other.

Angela blushed deeply and a smile is plastered on her face.

"Okay, I have to call him." she finalizes.

After hugging both Bella and Angela, you made your way back to La Push.

Stopping past at Jacob's, Embry and Quil were in his garage.

"Oh, look who's here. Were were you anyway?" Jacob asks.

"Oh, nothing just out with Bella. And Angela." you say as you shoot Embry a look.

Just her name alone made Embry sit up straighter. Quil sniggered at this.

"A-Angela?" Embry asks. You nod and start to mindlessly toy around with a wrench with your fingers.

"Embry, just call her. You got the girl second guessing herself." you say.

"Did she says that? Did she say that she wanted me to call her?" Embry asks you.

"I don't know...Maybe." you shrug.

He pulls out his phone.

"Y/N, what did you do?! She's calling me."

"Answer. Answer." you say and set the wrench down.

"Okay everybody shut up." he speaks out in panic before a shaky finger answers.

You didn't care that you were acting immature with Jacob and Quil, covering mouths with hands to hold laughter in. It was funny how shy they were of each other.

Paul kept resisting, not letting the blindfold touch his face as you tried to tie it. He didn't like the fact that he couldn't see where you were driving. He snatched it off after some time.

“Hell no.”

“Paul, stop, just please.” you say laughing.

“I have a bad feeling about this.” he says as he then lets you put something over his eyes again. You resume driving.

“You’re being dramatic.” you breathe out with a carefree sigh.

You pull him out of the car as you tug his hand. You carefully help him through the door that you unlocked.

Paul smelled the freshness surround him.

“Okay, take it off.”

He snatched it off. His eyes went from wild to a soft glance. He took it all in.

“W- Whose house is this?” he asks and he then steps forward with a panicked whisper, “You broke into someone’s house?”

You laugh and shake your head, “No. Gosh, no.”

“Y/N, whose is it then?” he asks as he looks around.

“Ours.”

“What?”

“It’s ours.” you repeat.

He stared at you and you made a ta-da motion.

“Um…Surprise?” you say unsure.

“How..?” he asks as he circled around. His grin stretched across his face as it felt more homey. It was more modern but more cozy.

“I told you…I did everything for us.” you say with a satisfied grin.

He was lost for words but that didn’t stop him from bringing you into his arms.

Renee was eccentric. She was fun, so much, that you forgot for a second that she was a mother to your friend. Bella was indeed telling the truth about being the responsible one. The habit didn't go away when she gushed to you and Bella how she signed up for sewing classes.

"What happened to your other hobbies?" Bella asks.

"I just figured this one will stick." she says excitedly.

In Bella's room, she whispered to you, "Jesus, I'm scared to tell her that you do art. Then, she'll want to as well."

You chuckle at this as you sketch the beach outing that you had earlier with her and her mother.

"You'll have to... You know, for the talk." you say with a fake dramatic voice.

"Right, I kind of forgot about that." Bella says as she looks at her ceiling.

At an ice cream parlor that just opened, her mother speaks.

"The colleges are way sunnier here in Florida."

"I know. I'm doing online school though." Bella says.

"You can still get some sun." she insists.

"Plus, I already paid for the fees. I'm pretty much set, mom."

"So...You're staying in Washington?" she asks.

Bella just nods without looking at her in the eye.

"What's his name?" she then asks.

"Mom." Bella says.

"I know it's not for Charlie. You met someone. So, what's his name?" she says with a knowing smile.

"It's Jacob." Bella says.

Renee laughs with a clap.

"I knew it! Well, Charlie always said it would happen but wow."

Bella blushed in a deep shade of red.

"Good thing, I'm sewing now, I can make your wedding dress." she says and you didn't mean to laugh but you did. Bella covered her eyes as Renee tells you, "I'm serious Y/N, those two were like peanut butter and jelly. She used to cry when it was time for her to come back home from Charlie's."

"Aww." you comment.

The impending doom happened. She looked to you with a smile.

"What do you do? Are you in school?" she asks.

It was Bella's turn to cover her mouth as you say, "I'm an artist."

Her face lit up like a child's would.

"Really? Are you able to show me what you make?"

You nod and you watched as she swiped through your photo gallery. She gushed about your talent and spoke out, “I really think I’m gonna to learn how to paint again.”

She then swiped an extra swipe and a picture of you and Paul making a silly face pops up. You reach for your phone, but she leans it towards her as she smiled bigger. It reminded you of how a teenager would be.

"He's cute!"

Bella laughs.

"Why didn't you tell me you had a boyfriend, Y/N? What's his name?" she asked in elation.

"Paul."

"Aww, how did you two meet?"

"School." you answer.

"High school sweethearts!" she says with excitement. You nod with a smile.

You walked with Bella and her mother, looking at the street art. A lot of pictures were taken. Like a lot.

That night, Bella’s stepfather, Phil, worked the grill. He talked about his baseball experience and why he loved it so much. You politely showed him you were paying attention. However, it didn’t stop the glances that you and Bella threw at each other as you didn’t know any of the sport terms that he was saying.

You and Bella spent the last day together to roam around, going to museums, going to bookstores, and went night swimming at the beach.

Some pictures were blurry, but some pictures were still nice. You both didn’t care as they showed how much fun you both had.

You barely wanted to leave. Bella barely wanted to leave. But, you both missed the very people that made you two happy.

“I’m gonna miss you, baby.” Renee says to Bella as she hugged her tight as Renee and Phil sent you both off to the airport.

“I’m going to visit again soon, mom.” Bella reassured.

Renee then turns to hug you tight. She kept an arm around you and brought Bella in with her other arm.

“I want to see you girls soon. You don’t know how much fun I had.” she says to the both of you. You give her a shy smile as you didn’t expect her to be so open to you visiting again.

Bella didn't waste any time to dash to Jacob's home to see him. You told Paul that you were coming back later than planned, only to surprise him when you walked into Emily’s home.

He swooped you off of your feet as he planted millions of kisses on your face. You had to tell him to stop through a giggle to let you breathe.

"You've got a nice tan." Paul says with a smile as you were sun kissed from the scorching Florida sun. You smile back. You didn't unwrap your arms from him as you sat snug in his lap at Emily's.

“Thanks.” you say to him as you place a light kiss on the edge of his mouth.

Jared and Kim walks in, Jared was visibly happy to see you. Kim looked like she was holding back a greeting. She opted for sitting on Jared’s lap.

“Y/N! How was Florida? Was it fun?” he asks you enthusiastically.

“It was so great. I had a lot of fun.” you went into detail about what you and Bella did.

“I missed you. But, damn Jacob got on my last nerves. He kept whining about your bestie not being here.” Paul says as he rolled his eyes a bit.

Kim slid off the couch, visibly bothered as she stormed out of the living room.

Awkward silence was filled the room, it was Jared who put a dead to it.

“So, Paul told me you got a pool. Why the hell didn’t you tell us?” Jared asks.

“Ohh. Look how the tables have turned. When I wanted to go cliff diving, you guys didn’t want to include me.” you say.

“Hush. You’re my cliff diving partner.” Paul says.

“That’s right. Paul will take me. And we will enjoy our pool.” you say as you snuggle deeper into Paul’s arms. He chuckled at Jared’s reaction.

“Man, what? It’s almost summer and you have that big ass pool in your backyard. You can’t keep it all to yourself.” he complains.

“I can and I will.” you say with a fake smile. You soaked in the moment of Jared pleading Paul to get you to change your mind. Paul did nothing but feed into it, enjoying the moment as well.

You studied his sleeping face. You thought about how there was just no way that you could wake up and not see this sight everyday.

“Why are you watching me sleep?” Paul speaks tiredly without opening his eyes. You jerk from shock as you didn’t know that he knew that you were staring at him this entire time.

“You look so innocent…Then I remember.” you say softly and he shifts his body and your eyes close as your claim stood strong. He had insured earlier that the new bed needed to be ‘broken in’. Naked bodies were tangled and his morning wood showed you how excited he was to resume the previous night’s activities.

Before he got too carried away, you push his shoulders as you tell him you have to use the bathroom. The morning chill made you grab your robe.

As you wash your hands, you slowly rise your hand up. You blinked in both confusion and in surprise.

It shined brightly. You angled your hand as it shimmered from the natural sunlight from the bathroom window. It was very beautiful and so dainty. It seemed as though it was made for specifically you in mind.

You enter the room and Paul is in shorts but on the edge of the bed.

You stared at his figure for a moment as you stared at him.

“Paul?”

He only then looks up at you. You swallow. You look back down to your hand.

You then feel his warm presence. You blink as he cupped your cheeks and placed a very gentle kiss on your lips. You both rest your foreheads together, soaking in each other as you both don’t say anything for some time. But, you both felt everything all at once.

It was you who broke the silence. But it wasn’t with words. He pulled you in close as you held him tightly back. He deeply rubbed your back as you softly let tears fall.

“Is it that ugly?” he asks.

Your quiet sob turns into a thick chuckle.

“No.” you say and he pulls you back so he could look at your whole face. He smiled softly, “Then, what?”

“You know.” you say knowingly with a smile and his large fingers wipe your eyes and cheeks.

"Did you spend a lot on this?" you ask with a slight frown. It wasn't cheap at all. It even looked expensive to look at.

"You're worried about the wrong thing." he laughs and then speaks sincerely, "I saved up for this moment."

You then look back at him. It almost made you emotional again. You just nod at him. His smile slowly formed bigger. He patiently waited for your answer.

“Yes.” you answer emotionally but quietly with a nod. A wave of strong devotion crossed his features.

“Thank you.” he whispers before covering his mouth with his. In sync, he pulled the robe off of you as you pulled his shorts off of him. That morning, plans of sleeping in went away as the passionate movements kept each other close.

You both knew that you both fit into each other’s puzzle. Happiness was an understatement. You both felt it in each other's souls. You both wished that meeting each other could’ve happened earlier than it had happened. But, in this moment, you both were happy about the opportunity of the stars colliding when they were supposed to.

[ledesaid]

I saw this in a post from the Cap community and thought: okay, let's do it!

AU? Billy Batson Speedster.

Fawcett City has been destroyed by a villain unknown to the locals. "Two lightning bolts had struck everything!"

They don't know what's happening, but every survivor was displaced across the country. Among them is a child: Billy Batson. Small, barely eight years old, along with a large number of children who have lost their parents, waiting to find a new place in the world.

Bureaucracy does its thing and five children are sent to Central City.

Billy isn't very lucky and is the last child waiting at the police station. He knows he shouldn't go away, a social worker is going to come for him. But he doesn't want to go with her. Not again. The last time... The last time ended in a very cold place.

So with all the chaos, it is very easy for him to slide through the station with great care due to his size, and really, when you have everyone fussing around dealing with their own problems, they weren't going to interfere with yours.

He jumps out of a window and it doesn't end as he expects.

A blond man has caught him. Billy doesn't know what to do exactly, so he does what that little voice in his head tells him:

"Run, Billy, run!"

And he does. He runs and runs. He leaves behind the buildings, soon the city, and when he realizes it, he is about to reach a big forest.

But two arms prevent him from continuing to run. The smaller boy bites the stranger. There's a scream and it's not Billy's.

Billy unfortunately falls because of an exposed root as he resumes running.

And he sees it.

And he hears it.

"Kid... calm down. I'm... I'm a hero... see?"

Billy focuses on the colors. Red and yellow. A yellow lightning bolt.

"You're Flash."

A declaration.

And the guy doesn't look very heroic, he actually seems very sad and neglected.

Billy extends a hand.

Flash takes it.

"Billy Batson, thanks for saving me."

The man starts to cry.

"A woman on the bus wanted to tell you that she doesn't blame you for what happened. I don't know her name, but she really wanted to tell you that. Thanks for coming back."

And there he was. A small boy who had received a few divine gifts. A speedster who needs to heal. A need to put Billy in safe hands. Barry Allen becoming a foster father. A little hero "Red Mercury" in Central City and a future surprise for Flash when he sees that the little one can do more than run with the Speedforce.

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[sillystarwrites]

Do you like dark asks? Cause I wanted to ask [based off a disenchantment scene] how would the tadc cast react if Jax, while pranking a reader with a glass bulb head, shattered it, which causes reader to flat out die. The light in their head goes out before nothing

A/N: THISSS FHSJDHDHSH consumes ask i love this and disenchantment sm. It’s been a while since I watched it tho 😔. Sorta made a new setup?? Idk what I’m doing, but I think it looks neat.

Type/Summary: tadc cast’s reactions to Jax pushing a prank too far and breaking the (gn)reader’s lightbulb head, killing them. Reader literally dies, so if you guys are sensitive to that, shoo shoo, we’ll have more stuff to feed you that won’t upset you soon

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LIGHTS OUT!

Jax:

He was walking from his room, down past the vibrant landscape of the digital circus until he saw you sitting at the couch. He commonly pranked you, and it never hurt too much, so what if he broke your head? Surely Caine could fix it, of course.

He stealthily snuck behind you, attempting to be slow and steady, that wins the race, right? Until someone made eye contact with him. Ragatha. There goes slow and steady. Knowing she’d warn you, he shoved you quickly, cackling at your yelp until-

CRACK

Your head…shattered. The light, gone, now eternally dark. Was he maybe possibly scared as hell? Yeah. But he couldn’t just admit that, we’re talking Jax.

“Pfft, they’ll be fine!” he laughed, trying to be hopeful in his own way.

Later, when having discovers that no, you were not fine, and somehow…dead, he couldn’t stand himself. He barely even knew you outside of his pranks, but still. He can’t help but feel like the worst human being to ever human being. Which, those now pent up emotions, anger, grief, sadness, all go to his pranks. They get worse and worse, with his mental state too. He just can’t live with himself. He didn’t mean to, he really, really didn’t. Or did he? He can’t tell. He can’t ever tell. You’re gone. He can’t apologize. Everyone, except Caine and the NPCs, treats him like a monster. He’s heard their whispers, he’s seen their looks. He knows he is.

Ragatha:

She was relaxing, crocheting in the main area when he spotted Jax behind you. Just as she began to jump up, her cloth lips beginning to move, it was too late.

A loud CRACK sounded in the room, the deed done. She scrambled to get Caine, who was nearby, thankfully, but he couldn’t do much.

You’d always been more closed off, unless to the likes of Gangle, Zooble, or Pomni, so she couldn’t know you too well. That, of course, didn’t stop her from feeling guilty. She should’ve known. She should’ve helped. She should’ve done something.

She knew you were gone the moment the light was, all those bright ideas, thoughts, jokes, plans, evaporated into the digits of code in the circus. She couldn’t help but feel like she could’ve - no, should’ve - saved you.

She was furious with Jax, but also herself, neither of the two she’d ever forgive.

Caine:

He wasn’t around when it first happened, sitting in his rocking chair, with his favorite digital pipe when Ragatha ran over, panicking.

“What’s the matter, my dear? Are you all dying for a new adventure this quickly?” He asked, worried the morning was too quiet.

“No! No, no, y/n is hurt! Badly hurt!” She was speaking quickly, wasn’t that his thing? Something was definitely wrong!!

“Hurt? I’m on it, my radiant pineapple!” He joyously shouted, teleporting the two of them to you rather quickly, despite it only being a short run. 

Seeing you shattered on the floor was startling, nobody had played that game before, but nonetheless, he’d have it done quickly.

“I’ll fix them up in a jiffy, dear Rag-“ he attempted to reassure the doll as he snapped, but oddly enough, nothing happened. “That was just a fluke, I’ll have them fixed up in no time!”and so he tried again. And failed, again.

After several snaps filled the room, he was beyond worried now, “D-don’t worry everyone! I-I’m not sure what seems to be the issue, this should be working…”

“Then why isn’t it?” Zooble interrupted, irritated.

“J-just calm down, I’ve got it!” His snaps became white noise, he tried desperately for a good 30 minutes before floating above you. He decided to just…clean you up and shove you away, unsure of what else to try.

It was upsetting, losing a valuable guest such as yourself, and all the adventures seemed a bit less…lit up. Even worse, he didn’t get it. Why didn’t it work? 

Zooble:

They got there soon after Caine did, being with gangle and Pomni. They wish they stopped Jax, maybe then you’d still be there. 

After hearing Caine’s unexplained snaps, the trio walked out, confused until Zooble saw you. They couldn’t believe it. You. Shattered across the floor. It was fake, yes, but a terrifying site for those close to you.

After realizing what happened, they never forgave Jax. They refused to believe he ‘didn’t mean to’

“Come on, I didn’t mean to Zoobie, you know me!” Jax would try to explain, but they didn’t take it.

“Didn’t mean to my [boink sfx idk], Jax, sure you didn’t. Sure.” They would ignore, simply walking away.

They tried to adjust, attempting to ignore you even existed. Think red guy in the Death episode of DHMIS, if you get what I mean. Just trying to ignore you’re gone, ignore the problem and it’ll surely go away, right? Wrong.

Considering you two were close, they were used to you helping pick their Zooble parts. They always felt better when you did, but now it just didn’t feel the same.

It never would. 

Gangle: 

She always worried your bulb head would break, she just didn’t expect it to be like this. 

She walked out with Zooble and pomni, shocked at the sight. She was horrified, letting out a small squeak of surprise and panic, her mask shattering as she flinched.

“are they okay?” Was all she could ask, was all she would ask. She couldn’t bear the thought of losing you, but she did.

She sobbed for hours, her mask breaking every time she tried to fix it for the next week or so. She just couldn’t believe it, no way, no way! This wasn’t fair.

Like Zooble, she struggled to believe Jax’s plea for innocence, her trust with him forever lost. 

She still had Zooble and Pomni, so they helped her as she helped them. After spudsy’s, she did realize the happy mask was pointless. What’s the point of forcing happiness? You’re not coming back, and that’s okay, it’ll be okay, right? Right. Right.

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A/N: sorry it’s missing Kinger and Pomni, I feel like I started repeating myself here 😭

[antinousletmehit]

ight, here me out...

What if y/n gets hurt along with the other suitors since Antinous dies in the Ithaca Saga? I mean, she terrorized poor Telemachus so she slightly comes as an enemy.

I didn’t know whether you wanted me to write a fic for this or just yap but I’ll just yap and later post maybe a short Drabble on this.

Okay so Aphrodites gamble was written and completed WAY before the Ithaca saga came out so the end part isn’t gonna be like the Ithaca saga in the slightest, besides the challenge.

Okay so y/n was definitely in the room when hold them down happens in this scenario. She SAW her brother die but before she could grieve the suitors picked her ass back up and said “wtf do you think you’re doing, FIGHT WITH US??” And she basically gets forced to tag along with them while she’s still sobbing.

Yk when Telemachus kills that one suitor guy? After he tells them to throw down their weapons he spots her and is like, “wait is that my bae—I meant enemy??” So he sees her crying and feels. A little bad before getting jumped by the suitors.

Cue Odysseus killing them after trying to jump Telemachus, and as soon as he goes in for the kill for y/n, Telemachus stands in front of her and is like “wait dad this one’s okay, don’t kill her” his dad will be confused but he lets it slide as he kills the others.

Then Telemachus will be like “soo…” while y/n is trying to finish her breakdown about her brother dying, and now is somewhat scared of Telemachus.

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She was crouched in the corner, her back pressed tightly against the stone wall. Her knees were pulled to her chest, her arms wrapped around them as if she were trying to make herself as small as possible. Her hair was disheveled, her face streaked with dirt and tears. She was trembling like a frightened animal, her wide, glassy eyes darting around the room as though she expected another attack at any moment.

Telemachus blinked, his chest tightening at the sight. He hadn’t expected to see her again. He thought she’d run—escaped into the night as soon as his father had lowered his bow. But here she was, a shadow of the girl he remembered.

The girl who used to tease him mercilessly.

For a moment, he couldn’t reconcile the trembling, broken figure in front of him with the Y/N he’d known. The Y/N who had always been by Antinous’s side, quick witted and sharp tongued, throwing barbs at Telemachus with a smirk on her lips. She’d always been confident, playful in her cruelty, almost like a cat toying with a mouse. He could still hear her mocking laughter in his head, the way she’d roll her eyes when he tried to stand up to her brother.

But this wasn’t that girl. That Y/N had been untouchable, proud, unflinching. This Y/N… this Y/N looked as though the world had broken her.

“Y/n,” he said softly, his voice breaking the silence like a crack in fragile glass.

Her head snapped up, and for a moment, her gaze locked onto his. Her eyes were wide and wild, filled with fear. She flinched, pressing herself further into the corner, as if trying to disappear into the stone itself. Her hands gripped her knees tightly, her knuckles white.

“Stay away,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and trembling.

Telemachus took a step back, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. “I’m not here to hurt you,” he said quickly, his tone gentle. “It’s over. The fighting is done.”

Her breathing was shallow and erratic, and her eyes darted to the sword in his hand. Realizing how threatening it must look, Telemachus immediately sheathed it, the motion slow and deliberate. “See? I’m unarmed now,” he said, his voice as calm as he could make it.

But Y/n didn’t relax. If anything, she seemed to shrink further into herself, her shoulders shaking. “I… I didn’t want this,” she stammered, her voice breaking. “I didn’t want any of this. I just want my brother back, I don’t care for those idiots, I don’t care for the throne, I don’t care for the blood soaking the palace halls. I just want my brother”

Telemachus felt his heart clench. He had no idea what to say to her, no idea how to bridge the chasm between them. A part of him still burned with anger, this was the girl who had stood against him. But another part of him couldn’t ignore the way she looked now, so small and lost, like a bird with a broken wing. Telemachus felt a pang of guilt at the mention of Antinous, despite everything the older boy had done. He had been Y/n’s anchor, her protector. Without him, she was adrift.

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Idk then they kiss. But anyways, yea I think that would knock her off her pedestal for a while.

[prettygoododds]

Thank you so much @rimeswithpurple @emeryhall @roomwithanopenfire @monbons @nausikaaa @artsyunderstudy and @martsonmars for the tags! You can definitely tell everyone is done digging themselves out of the holidays and countdown. I'm loving all the content I'm seeing.

I've particularly liked seeing some people's fandom's resolutions. It made me think of my own.

I spent a lot of last year trying to find a good balance between the things I'm obligated to do and the things I want to do. By the time the COC hit, I was in the mindset that the things I needed to do were too much and I had to skip COC this year. This made me incredibly angry and resentful. I hated that the thing I wanted to do was the thing I gave up. So, with spite fueling me forward, I did the COC and I'm so glad I did. But that did make me reflect on how I proceed.

I'm not going to overthink things. I'm going to do the things that make me happy. And what makes me happy is this fandom, the supportive people in it and writing. I need to lean on other folks for the things that are obligations. I don't have to do all the things, but I should at least do the things that bring me joy.

That being said, who wants to see a little of that joy?

Picket Fence blurb:

This happens again and again.  An almost blowie in his kitchen, a hot and heavy grind on his sofa that came to an abrupt halt when his aunt stopped by, and one unfortunate tumble in his garden that ended with both of us thorny and grumpy. And look, I’m all for edging, but not like this. Not spread out over days and days and with no actual end in sight.  I’m ready to explode. Literally.

A non-Carry On blurb (A Power Unbound Jack/Alan) :

“Apologies my lord,” Alan says back, breathing heavily into neck. “I wasn’t expecting you.” “Am I to understand you are always entertaining handsome men at your desk then?” “There was a handsome man at my desk?” Alan says cheekily. “I only saw you, my lord. Who could see anyone else once you’re in the room.” “You do not have to placate me,” Jack growls, frustrated by his own insecurities. “I know a younger, better man when I see one.” “You’ll have to point them out to me next time,” Alan says, catching Jack’s chin in his fingers and forcing him to look him in the eyes. “For I saw no one who could hold a candle to my stubborn aristocrat.” Jack has to close his eyes and absorb that last sentence.

I have something else that I'll be posting soon, but I don't want to spoil it so just know you'll see something soon-ish.

I've also got to start work shopping something for the COBB. If anyone has an idea I would not be opposed to a little jump start because I am stuck.

Ok, well, I feel this got wordy. Thanks if you stayed to the end. Here's some very non-pressure tags:

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Happy New Year pt 2

Master List

 Read Part 1 here

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, mentions of Danneel, reader’s husband, and other people. 

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, divorce, fluff

A/N: This story was supposed to be a one shot, but so many are asking for a second part. So here it is. There will be a time jump by a few months in this part. 

Jensen and Reader are co-workers and ended up at the same New Year’s Eve party. They had sex in the bathroom, and we learn this isn’t the first time they’ve been together.

This is a work of fiction, and I don’t condone cheating, but that’s what this story was about. 

Written fast and not edited well. Please overlook any errors. 

All work is my own, please don’t take it in any way. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated. 

Minors DNI 18+

The next few months were a whirlwind. Our break from filming was coming to an end and we were due back on set soon. Jensen and I kept in touch through text, and occasionally would find time to see each other. 

I couldn’t help it, I was falling for him. 

I knew it was dangerous. He’s married and so am I, but being with him, being in his arms I felt like I was all that mattered to him. 

We both have obligations, and commitments. His were to Danneel and their children, and mine were to my husband. Since the New Years Eve party my husband and I drifted further apart. He was consumed with which celebrities I could introduce him to, and of course the money I was making that was setting him up for a very comfortable lifestyle. 

At the end of February we finally hit the wall. “I can’t take this anymore. You’re more worried about which celebrity I can introduce you to, or how much money I’m bringing home than you are me. I’ve been sick for weeks and you haven’t noticed or cared. I’m done. I need you to leave.” 

He didn’t even argue, he packed his things and left. I sat on the couch and cried. Part of me was relieved we were done, but then the loneliness began to set in. 

I decided to keep the breakup to myself, at least for now. I was due back on set in a few days, and didn’t want to distract anyone, especially Jensen. 

I packed and headed to Toronto. Walking into the apartment I rented I let out the breath I’d been holding for what felt like months. 

Unpacking, I took inventory of everything I needed and grabbed my jacket to head to the store. My phone went off with a notification.

Jensen: Hey sweetheart. I’m in town early. I’d like to see you if you’re up to it.

I bit my lip. The last time I saw him, a few weeks ago, he held me and we talked about our future. He told me he wanted to be with me, but wasn’t sure how we could make it work. Especially with the kids involved. I understood, but I’d be lying if it didn’t break my heart a little. 

We poured our hearts out to each other, said everything including “I love you”. I felt it, and I know he did too. 

Me: Yeah, hey. I’m heading to the store, but I can message you when I get back. Want to come over here?

Jensen: Yeah. I’d love to. See you soon, sweetheart.

My heart fluttered. I headed to the store and grabbed the things I needed and went home. Putting up the groceries I got a notification on my phone. It was an Instagram post from Danneel. 

It was a picture of the kids and Jensen. She captioned it with “We are really missing daddy right now. First birthday in a few years we won’t get to spend with him. We love you and can’t wait to celebrate when we come to see you.” 

I felt my heart ache. The guilt and weight of our infidelity hung heavy over me and in my heart. 

Jensen’s birthday was in two days. I had planned to cook dinner for him and bake him a cake, but now I’m not sure he’d want that. Her post made me second guess everything. Were they still in love? Were they working it out? Was I just a way for him to pass the time when he was away from her? 

I sent him a message to tell him I was home and he replied he was on his way. 

About 20 minutes later there was a knock on the door. I opened it to see Jensen standing there looking absolutely incredible. 

“Hey sweetheart. You look beautiful.” I smiled, “You’re looking pretty good yourself there Ackles.” 

He pulled me in for a hug and pushed me into the apartment, closing the door with his foot. 

His lips crashed on mine in a heated kiss and I moaned in his mouth. When we pulled apart Jensen cupped my face, “God I missed you.” “I missed you too, Jensen.” 

I turned to walk away and he took my hand, “Hey, what’s wrong?” I couldn’t look at him. The post from Danneel, my marriage falling apart, my feelings for him all became too much. The tears I held back started to fall. 

“Hey, shh, what’s wrong sweetheart, talk to me. Please.” His fingers tilted my chin up to look at him. 

Looking in his green eyes made my heart flutter and ache at the same time. “I don’t know what to do, Jensen. I made him leave. We’re done. This, what we have is becoming too much. Jensen, I’m in love with you. I don’t know when it happened, but I fell in love with you. I know you have D, love her and the kids, hell I get it. You have a perfect wife and children, a perfect life and then you have me. I think I need to take a step back from us. You and D deserve a chance to fix whatever pushed you into my arms. I think you should go.” 

Jensen stood there looking at me, wiping the tears that fell. “Baby, don’t say that. D and I aren’t in a good place. We’ve talked about divorce. Neither one of us is happy. Please, baby, don’t push me away.” “Jensen, talking about divorce and splitting up are two very different things. I love you Jensen, but I can’t keep doing this. I saw her Instagram post. I know I’m just the other woman.” 

He nodded, wiped the tears that fell and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “I know, and for what it’s worth, I love you too. You’re not the other woman, you’re my world, but I understand.” Then he walked out the door. 

I collapsed in the chair and sobbed. I was so utterly alone. I cried so hard I started vomiting and couldn’t stop. 

After crying all I could, and emptying all the contents of my stomach, I curled on the couch and looked through the photos on my phone. The ones of Jensen and I, the stolen moments we spent with each other. Jensen was the love of my life and I made him leave. The hole in my heart grew. 

Our first day back on set was Jensen’s birthday. The cast and crew sang Happy Birthday, made him a cake, and planned a dinner to celebrate. I stood in the back of the sound stage and watched him smile and thank everyone for their wishes. 

One of the other writers came up to me, “Hey, Y/N, you okay?” “Yeah, just feeling a little under the weather. Figured I’d stand over here in case I’m contagious.” I chuckled lightly. 

“Are you coming out tonight for Jensen’s birthday dinner?” “I don’t know. I think I’m going to head home and sleep for a bit. If I start feeling better then I might.” 

She nodded, placed a hand on my shoulder and left. When I looked up I made eye contact with Jensen. He smiled softly, but I turned and walked away. 

I couldn’t shake the sickness, and I was starting to get concerned. I’d been sick for weeks. At first I chalked it up to stress, but this felt different. I felt different. 

Then Jensen’s voice echoed in my head, “I’m gonna fuck a baby into this pussy. Let everyone know who you belong to.” 

Did I, could I… All I could think about was the night at the party. We’d always been so careful, even afterwards. That night however, Jensen didn’t use protection. 

On my way home I stopped at the store and grabbed 3 different tests just to be sure. 

Once in the safety of my apartment I carefully read the instructions for each test. Stepping into the bathroom I took each test and laid them on the counter. 

I nervously paced and my head spun with different scenarios. I knew if I was pregnant the baby was Jensen’s. My husband hadn’t touched me since before Halloween, and Jensen was the only other person I had been with. 

My heart hammered in my chest. What would I do if I was pregnant? Would Jensen even want the baby? Would I? 

The timer went off and I looked at the tests. The first test, two lines. The second test, a line and plus sign. The final test is just one word “pregnant”. 

My breath hitched. My hands were shaking and I felt the bile rise in my throat. 

“Oh my god.” I whispered. “What am I going to do?” I stood in the bathroom staring at the three tests. I had no idea what I was going to do. I had just left my husband, and made Jensen leave. I was completely alone. 

My phone went off with a notification, it was a text from Libby, another co-worker.

Libby: Girl, you need to come out tonight. It’s going to be so much fun. I know something is wrong, but nothing a little alcohol can’t fix. 

I chuckled a little, and touched my belly, “That’s what you think.”

Me: I’ll be there. Not sure about the alcohol, still not feeling great, but I’ll be there.

Libby: Great! I’ll save you a seat. See you later. 

I jumped in the shower, the tests still sitting on the counter. A reminder of what hung heavy over me. 

I got ready and headed to the restaurant. When I walked in I was ushered to a back room where the party was going on. I heard Jensen’s laugh before I even stepped in the room. 

Libby saw me and walked over, pulling me into a hug. “I’m so glad you could make it.” I nodded and smiled. I walked over to the bar and asked for a glass of water. As I turned I made eye contact with Jensen from across the room. 

His smile grew when he saw me. I smiled back and turned away. I couldn’t look at him. The secret I carried in me was too much.

We all took our seats at the table, and I was directed to sit next to Eric, who was sitting near Jensen. I looked over at the empty chair, Of course it’s right beside Jensen. 

I took my seat and took a deep breath. I looked over at Jensen, my voice shaky, “Happy Birthday, Jensen. I hope you get everything you wish for.” He leaned in and hugged me, whispering in my ear, “You look beautiful, sweetheart.” As he pulled back he placed a soft kiss on my cheek. 

My breath hitched. 

Throughout the dinner, Jensen’s hand rested on my thigh. When he first put it down I looked over at him and he started to move it, but I placed my hand on his. He left it. 

I realized sitting next to him he had a right to know. I needed to tell him. I excused myself and went to the restroom. I pulled out my phone and sent him a text. 

Me: Hey, I think we should talk. Want to come by later?

Jensen: Absolutely. Thank you baby.

Me: Don’t thank me yet. I’m not sure you’re going to be happy with what I need to tell you.

Jensen: There isn’t anything you can tell me that’s going to upset me. Well, except you never want to see me again. 

Me: Okay, well after this, come over so we can talk. 

Jensen: I’ll be there sweetheart.

I went back to the table. About an hour later we were saying our goodbyes and I headed home. 

Ten minutes later Jensen was at my door. “Hey, beautiful.” “Hey, Jens. Come on in.” 

He walked in. I half expected him to kiss me like he always did when he walked in, but he didn’t. I felt a pang of sadness rush through my body.

I motioned to the couch, “Want to have a seat?” He nodded, shrugged off his jacket and sat down. 

“Jensen, I, um, don’t know how to start this conversation.” Jensen took my hand, “Sweetheart, whatever it is, you can tell me. No matter what, I love you.”

My breath hitched, “I love you too Jensen, this is so hard. I do love you. So much, and I want to be with you. This is just so damn complicated.” 

“Baby, I want to be with you too. I know everything is complicated.” I shook my head, “No, Jensen. I’ve just complicated things more.” 

Jensen looked confused, “Baby, no you haven’t.” I swallowed hard, feeling like I was going to vomit.

“Jensen, I’m pregnant.” The words just slipped out faster than I’d expected. He sat stunned. “What? Are you sure?” I nodded. 

“Yeah, I’m sure. I took 3 tests and I realized I haven’t had my cycle in over 2 months. I know it’s yours too.” 

He just sat there and looked at me. I was terrified. The longer the silence between us stretched on, the more my anxiety ran through every scenario it could. 

I couldn’t take the silence any longer, “Jensen. I don’t expect anything from you. I just thought you should know. Nobody will know you’re the father. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” 

I just sobbed. His silence hurt me more than if he told me he didn’t want the baby. 

His arms wrapped around me and he pulled me close to him, “Shh baby. It’s okay. This isn’t your fault. We did this, we made this baby together. I’m not going anywhere. I love you and I love this baby. We’re having a baby.” 

He pulled me on his lap and kissed my lips. 

When I leaned back I looked in his eyes. They were full of love and excitement. “You’re not mad?” 

He cupped my face, “Mad? Why would I be mad, baby? I remember telling you at the New Years Eve party I wanted to put a baby in you. Well, I guess I did.” He chuckled. 

“Jensen, what about D?” “We’ve decided to move forward with the divorce. We don’t want to stay together just for the kids and end up hating each other. Baby, you don’t worry about her. You need to keep yourself stress free and healthy for the baby.” He placed his hand on my belly. “How the hell did I get so lucky? I found the love of my life and we’re having a baby.” 

He pulled me to his lips and kissed me softly. His hands trailed up my body and into my hair. He pulled me in deeper as his tongue fought for dominance in my mouth. 

I felt my arousal pooling between my legs. His hands digging into the flesh of my hips, pulling me down onto him. 

Our moans filled the apartment. “Jens take me to our room.” 

He smiled against my mouth, “Yes ma’am.” He lifted me up like I weighed nothing. I protested the whole way. 

He laughed and when we went to the room he gently laid me on the bed. 

As he stood back he looked down at me, “you’re so damn beautiful, sweetheart. I can’t believe we’re having a baby.” 

Before we made love he stopped and chuckled, “Guess we don’t need protection, do we?” I laughed, “No, I guess not.” We made love like it was the first time. 

Everything that weighed us down was gone. The things that kept us separated, gone. Laying in his arms I felt safe and loved. 

“Thank you sweetheart. Thank you for letting me come over and for giving me the best birthday gift ever.” He placed his hand on my belly and kissed my lips. 

“You’re welcome, Jensen. Happy Birthday, baby. I love you.” “I love you too, Darlin.” 

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[lunarleonardo]

i refreshed ao3 at least twice an hour to see if you updated the fic and let me tell you i JUMPED FOR JOY when i saw you did

but first of all HGRGAJJRGSGJ4AGG$ SHUICHI FOUND OUT OHMY GOD AND WHAT TSUMUGI SAID?? I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TDR DID BUT THAT MAKES MORE EXCITED TO SEE WHAT YOU HAVE IN STORE FOR THIS :3 also the little snippets of shuichi’s backstory are always cool!!! i need to see more. 😇

please tell me nobody’s gonna die in this….. (other than tsumugi i lowkey dgaf if she dies 😭 mastermind hate) if kaito succumbs to his illness i WILL throw hands/j

also how do you come up with ideas for these fics? do you just have a list of them in a notes page or something or do you wake up suddenly at 3am and go “hrmmm yes…. kokichi whump”

also shuichi to tsumugi

:3c oh trust me I have Quite A Bit planned out . none of which I can share unfortunately because of spoilers :(

None of the tagged characters will die in this! ^^ The Team DR mfs are fair game though. The funnest part of whump is being able to kill the whumper after all :3c

It's aahh. Kind of a mix of both?? It's a combination of a lot of things but I mostly just write what I feel is missing ^^" if that makes sense. If Im lacking on an idea I use my certified Whump Wheel to reinspire me... and I write down my ideas in my private Discord server :p Here's some of those if anyone's curious about what else I might have up in my head.

as you can tell there is . A Lot. Really unfortunate for somebody who has a rule to not write more than one fic at a time. a rule i'm going to be breaking very very soon

[aioliravioli-69]

since Punko posted these next to each other, does that imply that Deacon got arrested for horseriding?

Illegally?

[pagesofkenna]

animated pixar short of my cat staring out the window at the working mother of four (kittens) who lives on the roof of the building across from us

[todayisafridaynight]

To be fair RGGO Arakawa's son is confirmed either dead or unborn so it's A LITTLE less funny than him raising a normal son looking like that... still funny though I'm obsessed with him...

Speaking of Arakawa, I'm still going nuts about whatever's going on with him in IW. His voice line in the trailer in the trailer was so sweet but he uhhh Isn't Looking Too Sweet in the screenshots...

With Akane being in the game, I really wanna know whose perspective we're remembering him from too, since prior to that it seemed pretty certain it'd be either Jo or Ichiban. It's young Arakawa specifically, so it has to be between Jo and Akane as far as we know. I'm certain Jo has seen him go apeshit, but if Akane has and she fell for him anyway? Way of the Househusband-core... that'd say SO much about her... sooooo true though queen...

You’ll have to sue me because I Forgor the only thing i remembered was that his son Was Not Deranged. Which yeah i guess you cant be deranged if youre dead （＾∇＾）

I DIDNT EVEN HEAR HIS VOICE LINE THO WHAT if it was in the Official story trailer then oops.. lol.. i’ll take your word for it until im fucked enough to actually watch it LOL

Akane’s already a confirmed bamf if her not only booking it out of the hospital right after giving birth and escaping At The Time one of japan’s (or at least kamurocho’s don’t shoot me) most notorious clans to hawaii and then STILL having people after her. ACTUALLY had to get her out of the scene because she would’ve been too powerful otherwise

[psychoticwillgraham]

on the off chance that I do have to have brain surgery (the exact type I’d get is pretty routine and not ultra serious), can I make lobotomy jokes or no