#yes he was sitting there for 11 minutes with the alarm going off in his ear

[daycourtofficial]

Falling in Love on the Fourth Floor - part 11

Summary: Out of an act of desperation, you move in with a guy you kind of know who happens to have a really hot brother who lives next door.

Author’s note: hmmmmmmmm things are getting… interesting… Wonder what's going to happen next..... also shout out to @aboggoblin, @doriansgf and @prythianpages for help with the plot ily 🫶

(Masterlist)

After letting his hands slip through your own, the muscles of his palm freshly massaged, his hands trail up your hips, making their way up to your breasts.

“Is this okay?” Azriel’s voice whispers in your ear.

“Gods, yes,” you whisper back, your hands tracing up his thighs. He groans at the touch, the way your fingers delicately move up closer to his hips.

His fingers begin cupping your breasts, your skin hot from his touch. You moan into his ear, and he turns his head to capture your lips in a kiss. His lips are everything, as they move from your mouth down your neck. His hands move towards your pants, unzipping your jeans and helping you shimmy out of them.

His fingers begin moving down stomach, gently hooking into the waistband of your panties before-

You wake up with a jolt, feeling as if his hands are still in your hair. You take a deep breath, reaching for your pillow to hide under to calm yourself down, but when you reach your hand up, it meets skin.

Your eyes widen as your head shoots up to find Azriel underneath your hand, a soft groan coming from his lips as he wakes. The sound mimics the ones he made in your dream, shooting straight to your core.

Oh gods, you think. You fell asleep out here after finding him in the middle of the night.

Oh gods. You fell asleep with him on your couch and had a dirty dream about him. If you had any luck at all, you kept quiet in your sleep and the man underneath you had no idea of the dream you just had about him.

His eyes open ever so slightly, and you swear his hand squeezes your back a bit tighter as he says, "good morning." You melt at his touch, burying your face further into his neck.

“G’morning,” you mumble into the shirt as he chuckles. You reach your hand out, searching for your phone to see how long you have until your alarm goes off.

Your arm pads around the table, and you find his phone on the coffee table, the screen lighting up to display the time.

No fucking way.

“8:40?” You screech, scrambling to sit up off of Azriel, using his chest to push yourself up. Your limbs get dragged back down by the weight of the large blanket and long legs tangled with yours. “My class starts in twenty minutes!”

Azriel can’t contain the chuckle he lets out as you scramble, trying to claw your way out of this ever sinking couch.

You’re able to get out of the cocoon of blankets surrounding you two, one foot meeting the carpet. You start swinging the other leg, and on unsure footing, you’re on the carpet.

Until you aren’t. Falling forward, you brace your hands in front of you to catch yourself.

Fortunately, you catch yourself on Azriel's thighs, him having sat up trying to help you. Unfortunately, your face is now approximately four inches from his crotch.

Your cheeks are burning as you start to stutter, trying to stand back up. You can't even look at Azriel as you grip his thighs, using them to hoist yourself back up.

“I- um- class-,” you say, pointing a thumb at your door as your feet connect to solid ground. You look at him, getting lost in his eyes for a few moments before remembering that you are late.

"Um, class. I have. Today."

You scramble into your room, not letting yourself think about how outrageously idiotic you sounded, grabbing a pair of pants and quickly brushing your teeth as you jump into your pants. You spit out the toothpaste, grabbing a bra and then your shirt before swiping deodorant on.

Once you’re dressed you open your door back up to find Azriel still on the couch, and before you can register what’s happening, you’re bending over the couch, placing a kiss on his forehead before grabbing your bag and ducking out the door.

You would have been much better off staying in your apartment with Azriel because you have no idea what your professor is talking about today, only able to tune in to every hundredth word or so. Your thoughts keep going back to how it felt to wake up in his arms and how badly you wanted to nuzzle back into him, and how fucked up it was to dream about his hands right after he opened up to you about them.

And how badly you may have messed everything up by falling on him and trying to fix it with a forehead kiss.

Class eventually ends and you make it back to your apartment and groan as you push open the door, knowing that Azriel will not be on your couch, but hoping you’d see his messy curls anyway. You can’t hide the disappointment as you find Cassian in your living room, sheepishly at your door.

“Can you tweeze my eyebrows?”

You walk in, placing down your bag, “hello to you too, Cass. I had a great day, thanks for asking.”

He rolls his eyes at you, clacking the tweezers in your face, “I’m seeing Mor later tonight and she hates when my eyebrows are unruly.”

“Why don’t you ask her to do them?” You ask, moving to sit on the couch, patting the spot next to you.

Cassian rounds the couch, holding the tweezers out to you as he sits, “because she says it’s better if I’m already pretty for her and she doesn’t have to do anything.”

You laugh, taking the tweezers from him, “are you a baby about your eyebrows being done?”

“No,” he huffs, crossing his arms. You sit up on your legs, putting your hand on his face. You look at his eyebrows, taking a moment to figure out the shape of them and where you want to pluck from.

You place the tweezers around the first hair, and Cassian squeezes his eyes shut as you pull just hard enough for the hair to come out.

“Was that it?” Cassian asks, still not opening his eyes. “Are you done?”

“Yes, I have plucked off your entire eyebrow.”

“Maybe I can just draw them on every day,” he muses, as you grab another hair and pull.

“Says the man who wakes up ten minutes before he has to leave to go somewhere.”

The two of you sit in silence as you continue plucking his eyebrows, despite Cassian’s constant twitching, when the door opens and Mor’s blonde head pokes out from the other side.

“Hello darlings.”

You chuckle, both you and Cassian greeting her. She stops in her tracks at seeing you plucking Cassian’s eyebrows, a huff coming from her lips.

“Cassian, what do you think you’re doing?”

Cassian tenses beside you, putting a hand up to block her view of the tweezers, “nothing, dearest.”

She stalks towards you two, pointing at him, “did you really ask her to pluck your eyebrows?”

He shrugs, “your hands are so cruel, they hurt me.”

You laugh as Mor swats at him, “of course they’re going to hurt, you big baby.”

You nearly avoid stabbing Cassian in the eye as Mor sits on the other couch, away from your roommate, and says hi to you again.

“Hi Mor. You won’t believe what happened last night.”

“Try me,” Mor replies, a hint of challenge in her voice. Your eyes dart to Cassian, trying to gauge if you should discuss this in front of him. You turn back to Mor, whispering quickly, “I fell asleep on Azriel on the couch and I had a sex dream about him and then when I woke up I fell onto his cock.”

Mor is quiet for a second before saying, “so you slept with him, then you slept with him?”

“No, I just slept with him the once, I didn’t sleep with him.”

“Okay, so you had sex with him on your couch? What if Cassian had walked in on you two?”

“I would never be able to look at you again for defiling my brother in such a way,” Cassian says, shaking his head.

“Mor, no. We slept together,” you reply, ignoring Cassian completely.

“Yeah, you slept together.”

You sigh, trying to make this as clear as possible. “No, we fell asleep on the couch together, and I had a dirty dream about him and then when I woke up I slipped on the blanket and my face landed right next to his cock.”

“Was he hard?”

“Mor that is not the point.”

“What?” She shrugs. “If he wasn’t, that’d be worse.”

Cassian points to her, nodding his head in agreement. You pluck the next hair extra harshly, a soft ow coming from Cassian as he pushes your hand away.

“I’m going to go wash my face. Thanks for your help. You have delicate hands, unlike some people,” Cassian says, glaring at Mor. She gives him a shrug, but he still walks over to her, giving her a forehead kiss before walking off to his room, closing the door behind him.

Mor watches Cassian close his door, and once she can hear the water running, she turns to you and asks, “what are you doing tonight?”

You narrow your eyes, sitting up straighter, “why do you want to know?”

“Mor,” you press, voice more stern when she won’t respond.

“Let me set you-“ You cut Mor off before she can finish her sentence.

“Mor, please. The last date was awful - I need at least 10-15 business days to recuperate from it. He showed me his NFTs for pete’s sake.”

She sighs, “this one is different, trust me. It’s someone Cassian knows.”

You groan, hitting your head against the couch. You pick up your throw pillow, holding it against your chest like a shield. You think back to Az telling you to just say no. To stand up for yourself more.

“No, I’m not going.”

You felt proud standing up to Mor, but you could hear her frustration as she sighs, looking up at the ceiling as she muttered something.

“Cassian says this guy is crazy hot, really sweet, and that you’d really like him.”

Azriel’s face appears in your mind, as you squeeze the pillow. You can’t go out with someone else, not when it feels so right with Azriel.

Especially not when you spent your night cuddled up to him on your couch.

You sigh, “Mor, what about Az-“

She interrupts you, “it’ll be a great date, I promise. And if it sucks, I’ll never set you up again.”

Your ears perk up at that, “yeah?”

“And I suppose if it goes well, I won’t have to set you up again.”

You laugh, “okay, but only if you promise that if it sucks you will never, ever set me up again, and you’ll leave me a giant container of ice cream.”

“Deal.”

Seven o’clock at a restaurant downtown, she tells you. You'll explain to Azriel later that it was purely a chance to get Mor to stop setting you up. Surely he'd understand that.

Right?

[lynnbanks]

Part 2 of Hidden Pregnancy

“You keeping this from him is going to break his heart” and it did.

Luke showed up an hour after he got the call, not his choice but what can you do? When Jack called him to tell him what happened his heart dropped. Luke has always been protective of y/n especially when it comes to her health because it hasn't always been that great. But the new medication should be helping with all of that.

But if you ask him it is making it worse. She had been more tired than he had ever seen her, more moody than normal and not to mention it wasn't doing the job it was supposed to be if she was passing out. This has happened before but never when he was away and it scared him.

And getting to the hospital an hour after the fact did not make him feel any better. Only after parking and finding her room did he feel a little relief; and that was gone the second he opened the door and saw her face it was obvious she had been crying and Jack looked pale and nervous and none of this was helping his nerves.

“Hi baby, how are you feeling?” he says while running a hand through her hair and scanning her for anything wrong. “ I'm going to go find something to drink,” Jack said getting up to leave but before he could open the door the ultrasound tech came in asking to take y/n back to get her ultrasounds done.

Luke looked confused. “An ultrasound?” y/n really didn't know how much more of this she could take. The ultrasound tech says “Yeah it shouldn't take too long, we just want to make sure everything is ok with the baby.” Luke's heart is starting to beat at an alarming rate he turns to look at y/n but she is avoiding his gaze like the plague.

Before he can form the words to ask what the fuck she is talking about the tech is helping her into a wheelchair and pushing her down the hall. Luke is quick to follow not wanting to panic or cause a scene but he needs answers.

When they got to the room the tech left to grab something and y/n climbed on the bed still avoiding his gaze “y/n what is she talking about? What baby?” y/n finally looked in his direction “Our baby…” “W-what do- what does that mean OUR baby y/n?” y/n can't look at him anymore turning her head “ I'm pregnant Luke.”

“ Okay, are we ready to get started?” the ultrasound tech asked her hands full of the supplies and papers she left to grab “From the charts I have you haven't actually seen your OB yet?” y/n answered her voice horse “no I'm not scheduled till Friday.”

The tech smiled and said, “Well I know the circumstances aren't ideal but this is usually a big deal for first-time parents. Are you dad?” she asked Luke “Um I'm yes” he said trying not to get choked up “Congratulations. How long have we known?” y/n speaks up refusing to look at Luke.

“About 3 weeks now. I'm around 11 weeks I think.”

Luke can't believe what he is hearing 3 weeks his girlfriend has been keeping the news of a baby from him. Why would she do that? The tech continued to ask questions while she prepped the sonogram machine. The air was tense as she put gel on y/n stomach and rubbed the wand around her stomach.

Until she turned the screen toward the two of them showing a tiny blob “ok that is baby and if we move a little this way is the heartbeat.” The fast thump thump thump filled the small room causing both Luke and y/n's eyes to fill with tears. Luke reaches out for her hand and squeezes it. They don't look at each other, just holding her hand is enough.

They stayed like that until the tech finished the exam. Everything she said after was a blur, everything but “ looks like the baby is doing good and checked all the boxes.” which lifted a weight off of both of their chests. “ I will come back with discharge papers and you will be good to leave.” be for walking out leaving them alone once again.

They sit in silence for a minute before Luke speaks up “You have known for 3 weeks and didn't think to tell me?” She can tell by his voice that he is holding back just how mad and hurt he really is. “ I was scared.”

“That isn't an excuse y/n that is our baby I have a right to know.” y/n can't do any more of this “ I don't want to talk about it.” Luke looks at her tired appearance; he hates that even when he is mad at her she still gets what she wants from him. Shaking his head he sits down and waits for the discharge papers.

They make it all the way home without saying a word to each other and y/n gets in bed without saying a word while Luke cries in the bathroom for a good 15 minutes before getting in bed next to her. How could she keep something like this away from him? Did she think he wasn't a good enough partner to raise a baby with? What if they were seriously hurt today? Did she not want him to be by her side with all of these new unknowns?

He only sleeps for 2 hours before getting up for practice he decided he would let her sleep in and when he gets back they will talk about all of this he even left a note saying just that. On his way out he runs into Jack he doesn't say anything just pulls him into a hug. “How are you doing?” Luke shrugged “Why wouldn't she tell me something like that?” Jack shook his head “She told me a little bit about it after the doctor outed her but I think you guys should talk to each other about it. I will say I know that she is acting with fear, not logic.”

Luke kept that in mind when he got home and found her in the bathroom throwing up everything in her system. Getting down on the floor with her and rubbing her back “Let it out, baby. Good girl.” when she has literally nothing left to give she sits up flushed and wipes her mouth. Luke grabbed some mouthwash and handed it to her. She swished it around and spit in the toilet.

Still sitting on the floor Luke pulled her into his lap

“ I'm ready to talk about this y/n,” he says her name so she knows he means business “Okay.” it comes out as a sigh. “ I just- why didn't you tell me? That isn't like you to keep secrets.” she shook her head and pulled herself closer to him “ I'm scared I don't want you to leave me.” it sounds silly the thought of these two ever not being together.

“Why would I do that? Because you are pregnant with our baby You really think I would do that?” she wipes the tears that fall from her face “ I know it sounds dumb but I have this fear that I will have to do it alone just like my mom and my sister; I can't do it, Luke.” he tries to soothe her by rubbing her back “ y/n by not telling me you put yourself in a place where you were doing it alone anyway. And if I'm honest it kind of upsets me that you ever thought of me in the same light as those boys.” he takes a deep breath “ I love you that will never change ever and from now on we are doing this together. I don't want any fears we might have to prevent us from telling each other everything I want to be there for it all.” y/n nodes her head yes in agreement

“ We both are equally responsible for this baby. I know I can't physically carry the baby right now but I will take the weight of everything else and we will do it together.” Luke pulled her up to look at him “I couldn't be happier that you are the mother of my child you are my best friend this doesn't change that okay?” y/n shakes her head yes pulling him in for a kiss “I'm sorry Luke no more secrets I promise” She leans her forehead onto his “I love you. And just so we're clear I don't think of you like that, I was just clouded with fear. And if I'm honest I am really excited to be having a baby with you.” Luke smiled big “We are having a baby! Can you believe it?” with all of the fear out of the way there was only room for excitement and they were going to enjoy the whole journey together.

Y'all know the deal. Hope this is good I really can't tell enjoy and let me know what you think. 💋💋

[foxzai]

Birthday Surprise

Note: This is a story I'm making for one of my favorite writers on here. This is my first Chuuya fic, so I'm sorry if it's not good. Anyway, this story is about Chuuya having a surprise for the reader since it's her birthday.

You woke up in your bed with your ringtone blaring in your ear. You grumbled, reaching for your phone seeing it was your lovely boyfriend, Chuuya Nakahara calling you. It wasn't too early since you decided to sleep in with it being your birthday. You answered the call hearing Chuuya speak, "Good Morning, Princess. How is my birthday girl?" Hearing his voice wakes you up fully and you chuckle softly before responding, "I'm doing good, Baby. I just woke up, your voice is the perfect alarm for me." You hear Chuuya chuckle on the other end of the phone before replying, "I'm glad, princess. Now, I want you to do something for me. Can you do that?"

You stayed silent for a moment wondering what he wanted you to do. After a minute you answered, "Of course, Baby. What do you want me to do?" You could hear the smirk in Chuuya's voice when he answered, "I want you to get ready. I'm taking you out for lunch." You looked at the clock on your nightstand showing the time to be 11:30 a.m. You gasped in shock at how late you slept. You quickly sit up in bed and reply, "You are such a sweetheart but, yes I'll be ready." On the other end of the phone, you hear Chuuya chuckle and respond, "That's a good girl. I'll pick you up in 30 minutes. Also, wear something nice, princess."

Before you could say anything he hung up on you. You quickly jump out of bed and go to your bathroom to take a shower. After getting clean and blow-drying your hair, you look through your closet for something nice to wear. You spot a dress you recently bought that you thought Chuuya would like. It was a dark red dress with a slit through the side. It was perfect for the occasion. You slipped it on and quickly worked on your makeup. Just as you finished, you heard your door open, signaling that Chuuya was here.

You walk out of your bathroom and into your living room where Chuuya is waiting. Chuuya is wearing a sharp-looking black and red suit. He looked very handsome and you felt lucky he was yours. As you entered, Chuuya turned to look at you, blushing slightly as he took in your appearance. He walked closer to you and ran his hands up and down your sides. He had a smile on his face and said in a loving tone, "God, you are gorgeous, My love. Truly Divine. I am so lucky you are mine." You blushed slightly from the compliments he was giving you. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and replied, "You are too sweet, My Angel. I'm the one who is lucky that you are mine." Chuuya blushed even more after hearing your response and chuckled softly before responding, "You are perfection, my princess. Now, come I wanna show you off today."

You giggled softly and wrapped your arm around his as you followed him outside to his sports car. Chuuya opened the passenger door for you and closed the door after seeing you were seated comfortably. Chuuya quickly walked over to the driver's side of the car and got in. Chuuya started the car and drove to the fancy restaurant where he had a reservation for you both. He parked the car and ran to open the passenger door for you before he said, "I hope you enjoy your lunch today. I only reserved the best for you, my princess." You exited the car and walked with him to the restaurant. You held his hand interlacing your fingers with his and replied, "Anywhere with you will be the best, Baby." Chuuya chuckled softly before he opened the restaurant door for you and responded, "That makes me happy to hear, My Love."

You saw him then look at the hostess and say to her, "We are under the name Nakahara." You saw the hostess blush and look at your boyfriend causing you to cling onto Chuuya. Chuuya noticed straight away and placed his hand around your waist, pulling you closer. The hostess looked away awkwardly and said, "I'll show you to your table then." She then had both you and Chuuya follow her to the table on the balcony where you could see the ocean. You looked over in awe and said to the waitress, "Thank you, if me and my boyfriend need anything else we will let you know." She nodded her head and walked away while Chuuya pulled your seat out for you, making sure you were comfortable before sitting down himself.

You saw Chuuya smirk slightly and said, "You look so cute when you're jealous." You blushed slightly and said with an annoyed tone, "I didn't like the way she was looking at you." You could hear Chuuya chuckle and was about to say something else before your waiter came and asked, "What can I get the lovely lady and good sir to drink?" You heard Chuuya immediately respond, "Bring out two wine glasses and a bottle of your finest 1964 Romanee." The waiter smiled and before leaving, he said, "Excellent choice, Sir. I'll be right back while you look over the menus."

After a few minutes, you both decided what you wanted to eat, just as your waiter came back with the wine. The waiter poured some wine into both glasses and put them down before asking, "Have you both figured out what you wanted to eat?" Chuuya gestured for you to order first. You cleared your throat and said, "Umm... Yes, I want the filet medium rare with a side of broccoli and butter." The waiter put that down and asked, "And for you, Sir?" Chuuya looked at the waiter and said, "I'll have the same thing." The waiter nodded and went to put in both of your orders.

You and Chuuya sipped on your wine as you both conversed. You laughed and smiled having fun with your boyfriend, until the waiter brought over your food. He placed both plates on the table and asked, "Is there anything else I can get for you?" You and Chuuya shook your heads and said, "No, thank you." Before the waiter left, he placed the bill on the table and you and Chuuya started eating.

After you and Chuuya finished eating, he paid the bill and said, "My Love, I've been waiting all day for this moment." You looked at him surprised when he got up and got down on one knee. Chuuya pulled a small ring box out of his pocket and opened it, revealing a small diamond ring. You gasped in pure shock with a huge smile on your face. Chuuya looked up at you with the most beautiful eyes and said, "Princess, Happy Birthday. You are the best thing to ever happen to me. I love you. May I put this ring on you, My Love." You quickly nodded your hand and held your hand out.

Chuuya took the ring out of the box and placed it on your ring finger. You smiled brightly and said, "I love you, Baby. You always make me the most happiest woman in the world." Chuuya stands up and leans in, placing his lips on yours in a sweet, gentle kiss. You wrap your arms around him and kiss him back with the same amount of love he gives you. After a while of making out, you and Chuuya separate as the need for air arises. Chuuya chuckles and smirks slightly as he says, "I would say you really liked your birthday surprise, Princess."

[deathlysilent13]

DPxDC Fic Snippet: Selina Finds Hurt Danny

(Basic backstory for understanding: Selina finds Danny hurt. This is absoltuly a Bad Fenton Parents WIP. He's hurt enough that he's retreated into his core and Selina took him home and has been keeping him safe until he can reform.)

Morning dawns and leaves the cat burglar behind. She doesn’t rouse until just after 11, as per usual, but when she starts to stretch out, she notices a weight on her chest that hadn’t been there before. She nearly panics, opening her eyes to see fluffy black hair. Confused, she tilts her head to look over the face attached to all the fluffy locks and has to bite down fresh panic at the literal child curled up on top of her. She’d rescued a teenager with white hair, and somehow ended up with a possible black-haired toddler.

The boy stirs, groaning lightly, and only then does she look over at her nightstand to see the little nest she’d made for her orb empty. “Oh,” the boy whispers, sounding like it hurts to speak. 

Selina sits up slowly, keeping one hand wrapped around the boy. She won’t just fling him onto the floor like an unruly cat, after all. This is still a child, even if she has no idea where he came from. The boy stays curled against her, only whimpering once in pain. Selina’s concern grows. 

She shuffles her pillows around so she can lean back just enough to keep the boy lying comfortably while still being upright enough to try and talk to him. “Good morning,” she says softly, not wanting to alarm the boy. 

He nuzzles into her sternum briefly before finally looking up and pinning her with stunning cerulean irises. “You’re the one who found me, right?” he asks softly, still very clearly hoarse. 

Selina nods. “If you’re the white-haired teenager we pulled off that silver boat, then yes,” she replies, needing the confirmation. 

The boy sighs, his eyes closing again. “I didn’t….I’d hoped……” he murmurs, likely to himself. She cards her fingers through his hair, gently detangling as she goes. She wants to push, to know what was going on, but whatever had made him young may also send him running. She knows all too well how well untethered children fare in Gotham, after all. 

They lay quietly for some time. “My parents didn’t know,” the boy finally murmurs again. “Not for ages. I thought they’d love me more than they hated ghosts.” She feels the shudders first, but it doesn’t take long for the tears to start soaking her shirt. She expects to be mildly disgusted, at least, but finds as she sits there and holds him that all she feels is sorrow. No one should be broken of the belief that they’re a parent’s priority. 

She doesn’t do anything but pet him until his stomach rumbles, and hers answers. Even with his face still smushed against her sternum, she can see his face going red. “I should still have some leftover pizza,” she says, grinning when his head pops up with much more enthusiasm than she’d seen from him thus far. “Come on, up with you. There should be a spare toothbrush, and then you can decide if you want food first or a shower.” He doesn’t go far, but all she really needs is for him to slide off. 

She scoops him up, warming at the way he squeaks and flails but curls back into her anyway. She takes him into the bathroom, letting him sit on the counter while she pulls out a fresh toothbrush. Thankfully, he doesn’t argue, and the whole ordeal goes quickly. He blushes red again, however, when he asks if he can stay for a minute and points to the toilet. Far from being bothered, Selina simply ruffles his hair and tells him to wash his hands when he’s done. 

She’s in the kitchen, a nearly full box of cold, mismatched pizza from the previous night giving him options when he wanders through, clearly hesitant. She gestures to a chair, trying not to baby him since he is, or was, a teen and she remembers all too well how each of the Robins got about their independence. She won’t intrude if she doesn’t have to. 

He climbs up, eying the box, and she does nothing more than take a second slice out and slide it over. “Help yourself,” she says as though it isn’t important. “I don’t usually have leftovers when the girls come over, so I’ll probably forget I have it anyway.” It’s a bit of an exaggeration, but it has him digging into the food with enough gusto that she’s probably right in it being entirely too long since he had actual food, and she’ll happily sacrifice an entire pizza to him if it helps. She’s gonna have to ask the hard questions soon enough anyway. 

[samaraannhan20]

Pete Davidson Imagine: the 20th Anniversary

A/N: I started writing this in September of 2022, but knew that I wanted it to be a longer work so I pushed it off, but I finally finished it and I am so proud of how it turned out. Enjoy!

Warnings: Set in non-covid 2021, fem!reader As soon as that alarm started going off you shut it off. Careful not to wake Pete up, you slowly got out of bed and headed into your kitchen. Last night, after Pete had gone to the bedroom, you had laid out all of the pans that you thought you would need the next morning, so as to not wake Pete up before breakfast was ready. As you started pulling things out of the fridge to start breakfast, you thought back to a year ago, and then 20 years ago. You knew today would be bad for him. It was the 20th anniversary of 9/11, which meant it was also the 20th anniversary of his father’s death. A year ago the anniversary had come around just 3 months after the two of you had started dating, and on the day of, Pete had texted you in the morning simply stating that he was going to be busy all day, and said nothing else to you all day. You knew, because you and him had previously had many conversations about your families and your past, so, instead of bothering him that day, you let him have his day of mourning, and waited for him to text you, whenever he was ready. Now, a year later, just three months over your one-year anniversary, the two of you shared an apartment in Staten Island, one of the nicest ones, near to his mother. Earlier that week, you had called Colson, because he had been through the anniversary with him before. “Just be there for him. Don’t make him leave the house all day, except for his annual dinner with his mom and sister. Just, just be you,” he had said, before saying goodbye and hanging up. That was when you had started planning the day in your head. Being there for the man you loved, was absolutely something you could do. Over the next thirty minutes you make pancakes, bacon, and eggs. You also brew coffee, and make one cup the way you like it,  and make one cup the way Pete likes. Very carefully you top Pete’s stack of pancakes with strawberries, chocolate chips, and whipped cream, making the toppings look like a smiley face. Then you carefully put his plate and yours on the tray, the two cups of coffee, and two cups of juice. You slowly walk down the hallway to your bedroom, and extra carefully open the door to your bedroom. When you walk in you are surprised to see Pete awake and on the phone with someone. “Yeah, Mom, we’ll be there at 7:30. Look, Y/N just came in,” he says, pointing the phone at you. “Hi Amy,” you say, as you keep walking towards the bed with the tray. You hear her say good morning in response, before Pete turns his phone back to himself. “Hey, sit up,” you say as you reach his side of the bed with the tray. He carefully sits up, being careful not to bump you. As you set the tray down, you take the phone from him as he holds it out to you, obviously wanting to be done with his conversation with his mother. “Hey Amy, it's me again. I actually just brought Pete breakfast, so we’re gonna let you go. We’ll be at the house by 7:15 tonight, I’ll make sure of it,” you say, shooting a look towards Pete. “Love you, see you later,” you finish, waving goodbye, and then hitting the end call button. “Okay, we’ve got a breakfast for champions. Eggs, just the way we both like them-” “Scrambled with cheese?” he interrupts you, already picking up his fork to dig in. “Yes,” you say with a chuckle, “and bacon, and pancakes with the works. Plus, coffee, just the way you like it. And one for me, the way I like it. Honestly it’s kinda a miracle I carried this all the way in here without tripping,” you say as you gently join him on the bed. The two of you sit in silence as you eat your breakfast, neither of you wanting to talk about the elephant in the room. After the two of you finish eating, Pete stands up to take everything back to the kitchen. “Want me to come with you?” you ask, not wanting him to have to take care of anything today. “No, I’ve got it,” he says, before walking out of the bedroom and to the kitchen. You sit there for a minute, thinking through your next step for the day. You bought all of the stuff yesterday to make a soothing bath in your bathroom, but you hadn’t decided if you wanted to  do that next or watch his favorite movie next. You could hear him kind of grumbling under his breath in the kitchen, so you decided to run the bath. You slid out of bed and stepped towards the bathroom, immediately turning the water on to the highest heat setting. Then you turn around and open the cabinet and get out the bath salts and bubble bath you had gotten the day before. As you dump them in, you can hear Pete walking towards the bedroom. “Baby? Where are you?” he asks as he comes into the room and sees you aren’t in the bed anymore. “I’m in here,” you say from the bathroom, and start to close everything up and check the water temperature. “Hi. What are you doing?” he asks, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you. “I ran you a bath, thought maybe it would make you feel a bit better,” you tell him, turning around in his arms. He looks at you in disbelief, before leaning down and softly kissing you. “I love you so much, you know that?” he says when he pulls away. “Yeah, I do. And I know today is going to be hard, so I want to help you through in any way that I can.” He smiles and pulls you close to him again. “Also, I love you.” After you say that he chuckles into your hair for a second, and then pulls away. “Are you going to join me?” he asks, toying with the bottom of your shirt. “I mean, if you want me to. But it’s your day of mourning, so I get to sit in the back. And no funny business. This bath is strictly for relaxing.” you say, chuckling. “Whatever I need to agree to to get you in that water with me,” he says as he bends down to kiss you one more time, before starting to take his clothes off. You slip your pajamas off and slide into the water, and as soon as you’re in he slides in as well. The two of you sit there with your arms around his arms as he lays back into your chest. You gently slide your hands up and down his arms. Taking a bath together is not something rare between the two of you, but something about what the day means and is to him makes it feel even more intimate. The two of you sit in the bath together until the water starts to run cold and your hands and feet are pruny, then you get out and dry off with the towels that you had purposefully left on the counter, choosing to use the guest towels today because they rarely get used and are therefore still super fluffy. After you dry off, you wrap your towel around you and walk towards the dresser in the bedroom. You grab a pair of pants and a tank top, and the both of you underwear,  and while you’re in the dresser grab Pete a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt. You toss them to him as he walks into the room, and the two of you get dressed silently. After Pete puts his clothes on, he flops on the bed, laying with one hand behind his head and the other on his stomach. When you finish getting dressed you crawl onto the bed, and curl up right next to him. He brings the hand that was behind his head to around your shoulders, and grabs the arm that you had thrown over his stomach with his hand, his thumb lovingly rubbing circles on your arm. “How are you feeling?” you ask after a few minutes in silence. “I’d be feeling a lot worse if I didn’t have you. Thank you for being here, and not letting me push you away today,” he says, leaning down and kissing the top of your head. “I would never be anywhere else,” you say, lifting your head to look at him. “I think it's almost one, do you want some lunch?” “Um, no. I don’t think so. I know my mom, and I know Casey, and tonight's dinner is going to be huge. They always cook all of his favorites. And then we alternate which of his favorite movies that we watch each year.” “That sounds fun,” you say in response, not sure if it’s supposed to be fun or not. “Yeah. We always have a good time. It’s a good way to remember him. And the evenings are never the hard part of this day. It’s when I first wake up, because at first I’m not thinking about what day it is, but then I’ll look at my phone and see September 11th on the screen, and then I remember,” he pauses to clear his throat, and you reach the hand that he isn’t holding up and softly scratch his head, because you know that it brings him comfort, “um, remember that I’ve gone x-amount of years without him now. It’s not until I’m back with my mom and Casey for our dinner that I feel okay. However, with you here, it’s completely different. I didn’t want to expose you to how empty I was last year. I mean we had basically just gotten together, and I didn’t want to screw anything up. That’s why I pushed you away last year,” he explains, and you stretch your neck to look up at him, noticing the tears that have begun to make their way down his cheeks. “Pete, I’ve known since the moment I met you that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Nothing your illnesses make you do, and nothing that an anniversary of something makes you feel is going to scare me away. I’ll always be right beside you. You don’t have to worry about me getting up and walking out. I’ll always be right here,” you say as you stare directly into his eyes, wanting to make sure that he knows that you mean every word, with tears streaming from your own eyes as well. “I love you, I have pretty much since our first date, and I don’t imagine that stopping any time soon.” For a moment he just stares at you in silence, tears still falling from both of your eyes. But then he leans his head down, and crashes his lips into yours. It’s not a gentle kiss. It’s messy, teeth and noses clashing, but it’s full of passion that words cannot explain. It’s intimate, and loving, and the two of you have never shared a moment like this before, not the entire time you had been together. It’s full of sadness, but love, so much love. When he finally pulls away, in order to catch his breath, the two of you are panting, and completely tangled together. “I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone more than I love you,” he says after he catches his breath. “And I don’t think I ever will. And I don’t want to either. You are the best person I could have asked to have been given to share my life with.” “And you are the best person I could have been given,” you say in response, before laying your head on his chest, neither of you wanting to move and detangle from each other. Before you know it you both fall asleep like that. You wake up suddenly to someone’s phone ringing on the bedside table. You groan and reach over Pete and grab the phone that was ringing, and answer it without looking. “Hello?” you whisper into the phone, not sure if Pete was woken by the phone or not. “Y/N?” Amy’s voice comes through the phone. When you realize it was her you gently scramble out of bed after whispering “one second”, and walk out of the room. You shut the door behind you, and walk into the living room, and sit on the couch before exhaling and bringing the phone back to your ear, giving Amy the okay to continue. “Sorry, did I interrupt something?” she asks as soon as she’s been given the okay. “Oh, uh, no. We had fallen back asleep, and I didn’t want to wake Pete up,” you respond, laughing a little. “You know how he is, he can sleep through a lot, but typically tends to wake up if he hears someone talking.” “Ha, yes that is very true. Well, I was just calling to ask him if you guys could stop at the bakery on your way over, and pick up the cake that I ordered. I always try to remember to order Scott’s favorite cake from there, but this year I almost forgot, so I ordered it last night for pick up today. However, with all of the food cooking I can’t leave the house to go pick it up, and Casey stayed here last night, so she’s helping me cook so she ca-” “Amy,” you say, cutting her off before she gets too far into her tangent, “we can pick it up. No worries. We’ll just have to leave a bit earlier, no big,” you say, turning to look at the clock seeing that it’s already three, meaning that you need to hop in the shower sooner rather than later. “Oh, thank you so much Y/N!” Amy says, and you just shake your head. “It’s really no big deal Amy. I need to go start waking Pete up and get into the shower though, so I’m going to let you go. See you tonight,” you say and she says goodbye and then hangs up the phone. You pull Pete’s phone away from your face, grinning when you see the picture he has of the two of you on his lock screen. Slowly you stand up and make your way back to the bedroom. As you walk in, Pete starts to stir in the bed, and you sit down on the edge next to him, putting his phone back down on your bedside table, and  gently rubbing your hand over his chest. “Hey baby. You need to get up. We napped for like three hours,” you say with a light chuckle, and he grabs you and pulls you down to him. You laugh, and try to pull away with no success. “Pete, let me go,” you say laughing, still trying to pull away. “I need to shower before we have to leave. And now we have to leave by 6:45 so that we can stop at the bakery and pick up the cake. Your mom won’t have time.” “Ugh, fine. Go shower. I’ll shower after you,” he says, finally releasing you from his grasp. You laugh and lean down, placing a kiss on his lips, pulling away just as he tries to grasp at you again, and laughing as you run into the bathroom. You take a rather quick shower, not bothering to shut the bathroom door, meaning that you can hear Pete in the other room. “I’m fine Colson,” he says, presumably into his phone. “I honestly feel amazing today. Y/N’s been doing an amazing job of not bugging me about it, and not forcing me to do anything. She made me breakfast in bed this morning, then we took a bath, and then we fell asleep,” he says, and you can hear that he is continuing, but he walks out of the room as he does.. As you shower you space out thinking about everything this anniversary means to people who lost someone on that day. Your eyes start to water as you even try to imagine how much it would hurt having to live this day every year, with so many remembrances going on throughout the day. It is so hard to imagine how Pete usually feels surrounding this day, and how you have apparently made it better for him, something you never could have imagined yourself doing. Slowly you turn off the water and step out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body and your hair. You stand in front of the mirror as you do your after-shower routine(lotion, leave-in conditioner, etc.) and then turn to leave the room after hanging your hair towel back up. Walking into your closet, you try to guess what you should wear to this dinner. It feels casual, but at the same time you don’t want to show up too casual. You skim your hands through  the clothes you have hanging on your side of the closet, and sort of zone out while still trying to decide what to wear. You’re so in the zone that you don’t even hear Pete enter the closet, even though he’s speaking directly to you. “Y/N? Hello?” he says when he realizes you aren’t all there at the moment. With the sound of your name, you finally jump out of your head, and whip your head to look at him. “Sorry babe, what did you say?” you say as you look at him, and he just looks at you, a mixture of confusion and worry on his face. “Are you okay?” he asks you, walking closer to you and wrapping his arms around you. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. I just wasn’t sure what I should wear tonight.” “Anything you wear will be fine. It’s not a fancy event, it’s just like one of our monthly dinners. This one is just on the exact same day every year,” he says, shrugging his shoulders, trying to really show you that it doesn’t matter. “So, what I was wearing earlier would be fine?” “Baby, I literally just said that anything would be fine,” he says with a breathy laugh, “yes, that would be perfectly fine. I’m going to take a quick shower,” he says, and leans down to place a quick kiss on your lips, before pulling away and going into the bathroom. You quickly get dressed, before leaving the closet. You grab your phone off the bedside table, after not being on it all day, and head back into the bathroom to sit and do your hair and makeup.  You sit down at the vanity you have in the bathroom, and pull out your blow dryer, before grabbing your comb to run it through your hair before you start doing your hair. Ten minutes later your hair is dried, and Pete has made his way in and out of your shared closet, fully dressed. He comes up behind you while you put on some mascara, and just looks at you. “Do you need something?” you ask with a laugh, turning to look at him when you’re done. “No, I just think you’re really beautiful,” he says, leaning down and placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Also we should probably head out soon, just in case there’s traffic or a line at the bakery.” You nod in agreement and stand up, heading out of the room, with him following close behind. “Do you want to drive or do you want me to drive?” he asks when you get to the front door with everything in your hands, looking at the key hook in front of you. “Whatever you want P,” you say, holding the flowers you had gotten for his mom in your hands. He nods and grabs his keys, before opening the door for you. You thank him and the two of you walk to the elevator, pressing the button for the parking garage. You ride the elevator in comfortable silence, just enjoying the presence of each other. The car was luckily parked pretty close to the elevator, and as you get to it Pete opens the car door for you, leaning down and giving you a quick kiss before taking the stuff you were holding and putting it in the backseat. When he got in the driver's seat he handed you his phone to let you choose the music that played. When you put on Taylor Swift and show tunes he was not at all surprised. He gently placed his hand on your thigh as he drove to the bakery. There was almost no traffic, and no line at the bakery, so you made it to his old house in record time, making you really early. When you got there he didn’t immediately turn off the car, instead just sat there and stared ahead, absentmindedly picking at his nail beds. “Pete, are you okay?” you ask him, grabbing his hand in yours so that he would stop picking. He shakes himself out of it and turns to you. “Thank you for today. If it wasn’t for this dinner I probably wouldn’t have spent a lot of time thinking about him like I normally do. This has been the best anniversary of lo-losing him,” he chokes out, starting to tear up. “An-and I couldn’t have imagined it going this well without you by my side. Without you I would have spent the day in bed, just moping around.” At this point your eyes have started watering as well, and you’re barely holding everything back. You unbuckle your seatbelt and launch yourself across the console into his arms, ending up sitting on his lap in the passenger seat. You nuzzle your face into his neck for a few minutes, his head bent into yours as well, before pulling away. “I don’t want you to ever think that you have to hide anything from me,” you say to him, looking into his eyes. “I will never judge you for feeling emotions like a real human. This day is hard. It’s supposed to be. But together we can get through it,” you say, and he buries his head in your neck, and you feel the tears dripping down his face onto your neck. The two of you sit in the car like that for a few more minutes, neither of you noticing that at one point Casey opened the door and peeked out to see what was taking the two of you so long. She’d seen her brother cry so many times before that she could tell that was what was happening, so she closed the door and just let the two of you be.  When you both finally stop crying, you clamber back over into the passenger seat, and look at him. “We probably need to go inside,” he says with a little chuckle, wiping at his face with the backs of his hands. You nod in response and wipe your face off as well, before opening the door. You grab the flowers out of the backseat as he grabs the cake, and the two of you walk up to the door, not bothering to knock, just walking in. “Ma, we’re here,” he says as you get inside, both of you heading for the kitchen, knowing that was where Amy was. As you walk by the living room you see Casey sitting on the couch, and Pete gently knocks her  on the head as he walks by getting an upset “hey!” in response. When you arrive in the kitchen Pete puts the plate down on the counter before leaning down to hug his mom. You watch with a slight smile on your face as the two have a long hug, something they both obviously needed. When they pull away, Pete circles to the other side of the kitchen and Amy opens her arms for you to step into a hug as well. You quickly set the flowers down and step in, also needing the motherly hug today. When you pull away you realize that all three of you are crying again, and you all chuckle. The four of you spend the rest of the night enjoying each other’s company, and you love hearing stories about Scott that you hadn’t heard before. When you get home and are laying in bed, Pete says something that makes you cry all over again. “My dad would have loved you. I wish you could have met him.” As he says it you can hear the tears in his voice, and you also start to cry, and the two of you fall asleep just holding each other, loving each other, more than either one of you could have ever imagined loving someone. No words are spoken, but you both know that you’re thinking the same thing. “I’m going to marry you someday.”

[pbandjesse]

Today was a pretty good day. I slept a little better. I woke up with James alarm but they didn't get out of bed. They apparently weren't feeling very good this morning and just staying in bed with me for a while longer helped make them feel better. I'm glad I could help. They would get up eventually and went for a bike ride and would come home around 9 when I was waking up.

The sun got me right in the face again. Horrible. James tried to block it and it helped but it still startled me. We laid in bed for a while together. And it was just a nice slow morning.

We didn't have any plans for the morning. I got dressed and James brought me a donut for breakfast. I asked them to please bring my marker box in so that I could go through it for my holiday markets.

I went downstairs and started unpacking and organizing the box. Ideally everything would fit in the trunk, but with my new stand I may have to give up on that. We will see what happens but for now I focused on organizing what I had, and figuring out how to better utilize the space.

I added elastic straps to the lid for the one sign and for my table clothes. Perfect.

I would call my dad around 11 and we talked for a out 45 minutes. I appreciate his positive outlook but I do find it slightly frustrating when I am talking about the reality of our financial situation. Like yes, having a baby and taking care of them is a job, but it doesn't pay anything! And unless you plan on paying me, I will have to go back to work and I am still slightly afraid of losing my jobs. I will have to figure out how to handle all of it. But it is tough. And I appreciate that he's trying to be positive but even together me and James don't make as much as he did when him and mom decided to have me. We are doing our best but it's the reality of life right now. So you have to understand why it feels a little dismissive of my fears. This isnt a don't sweat the small stuff situation. And I do believe it will be okay, but I'm allowed to feel scared too.

It was still nice to talk. I wish he would stop alluding to the future, and how he probably won't come see baby. I hope I am misunderstanding that, because while I know it's hard on him, I think he should be working towards being able to come here. And maybe I'm being dismissive of his fears in the same way he's being dismissive of mine. Something to think about I guess.

When we got off the phone I went downstairs to sit with James for a while. Just letting my phone charge and enjoying James's company.

Soon though we decided to go and run some errands and get lunch.

We went to Michaels so I could get some more things for my market display. A box to sort my stickers. Some wood to put my crates together. A wooden frame to use as a sign for my stickers, though I will have to figure out how to make it stand up. We also got gift bags. I had a $5 off voucher and James found a 30% off coupon so it was a pretty good deal.

James ran that to the car and dropped that off. We would walk around the grocery store but it was super busy and so we left and went to lunch instead.

We had five guys. The soda machine was not working right but lunch was still good. I was feeling a little off. A little nervous about the ultrasound. Honestly though a lot less nervous then I have been before. I think because she's moving more often now. So it's kind of like I can feel more secure.

We had an hour and a half until the appointment though. We decided to go home to wait. And I would work on my market stuff. I built the crate stand. And got the stickers in the new storage/organization box. And painted the background of the sticker board. It has been white but I wanted it to be black to match the other sign. It would need a few layers though, it was a weird texture to paint on.

I let James know when I thought we should leave. I was slightly nervous but it would be fine. We had some trouble getting to the parking garage because of road closures. But we found out that if you park on the 4th level you can take a bridge to the hospital! You don't even have to go outside! Great to know for the future.

We waited for a little while, so no rush was needed. We would get pulled back before 3. And our tech was super nice.

She was more gentle than the last woman. But baby was not cooperating. Baby is breech still and all crunched up. Literally she was folded in half! Knees in front of her face. I wasn't always sure what I was looking at. But we tried a few different things to get her to move. Because she was moving but she wasn't stretching out as much as we wanted.

They tried giving me ice water and walking around and tilting the table. But not enough to get her to flip. We still got a few pictures. Even two 3D pictures! But because her knee was in her face it looks pretty funny.

I was having a nice time, hearing her heartbeat and seeing her spine. Her leg bone. It's exciting to see these little pieces. But man do these ultrasounds make me sleepy.

I joked about having an earlier appointment next time, so I could nap after. And man did I get what I asked for, because my next appointment is at 7am on Christmas Adam. Incredible.

We went home after that. I was tired but I wanted to keep working on my market stuff. James would go in the kitchen to make pizza dough and pie crust. And I would design a few signs. I am pretty pleased with how they look. I still need to figure out how to make the sticker sign stand but I am pleased with how it looked.

I would tidy up and went upstairs to watch TikToks and lay around. James made me veggie hotdogs for dinner. The cheese sauce they got me was really spicy?? I think I may have gotten a worse spice tolerance being pregnant? No idea. But it was still good.

James would come and lay with me once they were done baking. And we would watch TikToks and hang out. Eventually though I went and took a bath. Which is never warm enough but I'm not supposed to take baths with to hot water. Don't want to sous vide the baby I guess.

Now we are in bed. And I am ready to lay down and not think. I am tired but not to tired. Hopefully I can sleep easy.

Tomorrow I have a mid morning meeting about a possible upcoming opportunity. And I hope to do some sewing and some organizing and just enjoy a nice day.

I hope you all have a good day too. Sleep well everyone. Good night!

[missvelvetsstuff]

Miss Velvet

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Y/N is a disabled equestrian and therapeutic riding instructor who helps Tony Stark with his PTSD after returning from Titan. When the Avengers bring everyone back he hires her to work with Avengers and SHIELD hires her as therapist and teaching basic riding skills because you never know when a horse will be the best mode of transportation.

Bucky Barnes is a manwhore who is enjoying his freedom for the first time in decades and pays no mind to y/n when she meets the team because he learned to ride from Hydra and too is busy pursuing his next conquest.

Post Endgame but everybody survived, because I said so. And Steve helped get Sharon Carter pardoned so they are together.

Chapter 11

Notes: I'm reposting this because the link is broken on the Masterlist for this story and I couldn't find the original post.

Velvets alarm went off and she groaned but when she tried to get up something was stopping her. Waking up a bit more she realized it was a metal arm holding her down.

"Bucky, honey, I have to get up and feed. So much to do today before Tony's Xmas Eve gathering tonite."

Bucky grumbled "No, no feed, no party things, sleep" and pulled her flush against him.

Velvet grimaced "But, Baby, it's Christmas Eve. We can sleep in a few days. I have to bake cookies and make fudge. It's tradition."

"How is it tradition when this is your first Christmas with the team?" Bucky mumbled.

Velvet whined "Because, it's what I do. My mom and I always baked goodies to take to work and school. She's gone but I must bake."

"Just five more minutes, Doll" Bucky tried to negotiate.

"Lazy damn supersoldier" Velvet smacked him on his right shoulder.

"Demanding woman" Bucky grunted

"And I'm all yours" Velvet grinned. "Come on! We have to get up. Unless you want to make me do all that work by myself" she pouted

"Fine! I'm up. Come take a shower with me."

"Sergeant Barnes! We don't have time for such activities. Get up!"

Once they finally got moving they found that Bobby had already taken care of the horses so headed back to the house for breakfast. Velvet started organizing the ingredients and dishes she needed to bake after turning on holiday music.

"Velvet, Doll. It's almost time to get going. Are you almost ready?" Bucky tapped on her bedroom door.

'What do you think Sarge? Do I look acceptable?'

Velvet walked out in a purple cocktail dress with black lace overlay, her hair down in the back and make-up simple. Bucky stared with his mouth open, his black suit with a pocket square that matched the color of her dress. His brain misfiring when he tried to speak so he ended up just grunting.

Velvet laughed "I'll take that as a yes. You look pretty drool worthy yourself."

Bucky shook his head "You just keep getting prettier every time I look at you."

"Such a charmer" Velvet blushed

"Shall we go?" Bucky offered his arm "Everything is in the car"

The compound was very festive with lights, trees, tinsel and red bows & ornaments everywhere. The whole team was in the ballroom, dressed to the nines and still sober enough to seem respectable but it was early. There were tables with finger foods and treats along one wall and a 20ft tree with presents under and around it. Holiday music was playing and everyone was excited for the evening.

After dinner, everyone was a little drunk and some were dancing for a little while until most were sitting on the huge sectional that was around the tree to make the gift exchange easier.

Everyone had their gift except Velvet until Tony handed her an envelope. Her brow crinkled.

"What's this Tony? The deed to my stable?" She joked.

"Not today. This is a Christmas slash birthday gift since your day is the 26th" he grinned

Velvet rolled her eyes "Wow, didn't expect a billionaire to need to combine gifts like my friends in high school did."

Tony scoffed "Just open it and take a look."

Velvet opened the envelope and read the paper inside, her eyes growing wider as she finished. "Are you for real, Tony?"

"Of course. I mean it was your boyfriends idea but yeah. Wanna tell the rest of the class?"

Velvet looks up at everyone "According to this, after brunch tomorrow we are all headed out on a chartered 747 to Disneyland until January 3rd. Staying in the special suites in the Disneyland hotel. There's the Fantasy Suite, Mickey's Penthouse, Pirates of the Carribean, Adventureland and Big Thunder. Plus my bday dinner at The Blue Bayou restaurant in the Pirates ride."

Everyone cheers and Sam's nephews & Clints kids start screaming "Disneyland! Disneyland! Disneyland!"

Velvet can barely contain herself "It's been years since I've been but my family used to go every year. Perk of growing up in So Cal. Y'all are gonna love it."

Tony claps "Alright kids, let's get some shut eye so Santa comes for the kids and we take off after brunch so get packed."

Velvet barely sleeps that nite, Disneyland holds so many special memories with friends and family, from her childhood.

After a hectic morning and brunch everyone heads to the airport, chatting excitedly about this trip.

Velvet wakes up on her 30th bday in one of the bedrooms of Mickeys Penthouse because Bucky is singing Happy Birthday with a huge cupcake with a candle lit. Velvet blows it out and kisses Bucky long and hard.

"Do we have to be anywhere this morning?" She asks Bucky.

"Yes, you and your lady friends are going to the spa at the Grand Californian for massages and other girly stuff today. We are all meeting at the castle at 7 for a group picture before dinner."

Velvet's phone rings "Oh, excuse my public needs me" and answers to hear a very off key rendition of Happy Birthday.

"Velvet!" Nat yells "Wake up, we have pampering to do"

The girls have a blast being pampered and drinking a whole lot of mimosas. Once they are done they head back to their rooms to get ready for dinner. Velvet has an off the shoulder, purple maxi dress and low heels.

"How do I look?"

"Like dessert" Bucky growls "Here, I have your bday present" and he puts an amethyst heart necklace on her.

"Oh, Buck, it's beautiful" She sighs

"Yeah, almost as beautiful as you. Now lets get going before we're late"

They meet the team at the castle and spend 10 minutes being posed by a photographer before he gets the shot he wants. Then all the families and couples take individual shots.

The theme from Beauty and the Beast Tale as Old as Time'(Angela Lansbury NOT Celine Dion) starts coming thru speakers all over Main Street, when Velvet and Bucky are the last couple to pose and when she looks over at him, he's on one knee. She looks around and everyone is watching them.

Bucky takes her hand "I know we've only been together for 5 months but I believe that when it's right, you know. Nothing in my life has ever felt so right.

Y/N, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Holding an amethyst engagement ring he looks at her with all the love he has.

Velvet starts crying and nodding her head "Yes. YES!" Is all she can get out. Bucky slides the ring onto her finger where it fits perfectly. She hugs and kisses him, speechless and so happy.

Applause breaks out, too much to be just the team and when Velvet and Bucky look around there are hundreds of spectators clapping and whooping for the happy couple.

The group heads to New Orleans Square but passes the entrance to Blue Bayou and Velvet speaks up "Tony, we passed the restaurant" but he shakes his head.

"Another little surprise, we are dining in Club 33 this evening"

"Oh my God Tony, I don't know what to say" Velvet tears up

"When you figure it out text me" Tony quips

After a wonderful meal the group gets ready to leave and Velvet groans "Buck, honey. Imma need you to carry me back to the hotel"

Bucky smiles, "Don't worry it's not far" and leads her up a set of stairs.

"Where are we going?" She asks, looking around

"You crazy kids are sleeping in Walt's Dream Suite tonite. Try not to scare the janitorial staff." Tony answers

The team comes up for drinks on the balcony so they can all watch Fantasmic!

Looking at her ring, Velvet sighs

"I can't imagine a better day. Can we get married here? Ooh, Tony do you know Steve Perry? Maybe he could sing at the wedding."

Bucky speaks up "You hear my girl, Stark? You're paying for the wedding too, right?"

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This week, I'm treating you all with two snippets: first one is a bonus POV of the confrontation between the unlucky Peggie and Zorro (as part of Chapter 10 because it was floating around in my brain way too vividly not to write it all down; I can picture the whole thing as a cartoon scene and can't help but cackle at poor Owen's fate. Now, I didn't fully snap and write it from Zorro's POV, thought it would have been hilarious.), the second snippet is from Chapter 11 where we go back to John and Sabrina (tension, something, something).

*in my best Julian Slink voice*: Enjoy the show, folks.

obvious warning for the first snippet about descriptions of a racoon attacking a cultist.

"I don't think the Sinner would show up.", Owen muttered as he sat down in one of the old chairs, trading places with William at patrolling the perimeter around the cottage. "We have orders, Owen. Or do you feel like finally facing the fact you ain't cut our for this job?", Constantine smirked at him, lounging back in his seat, clearly enjoying the fact they were faced with another uneventful night shift. Owen was the youngest and most recent recruit between the three of them and the man sitting next to him had spent every waking second in making his life hell since being assigned to work together a few days back. "I know, brother. But don't you want to be out there delivering Sinners to brother John instead of sitting around when the Reaping has begun?" "Are you questioning John's orders?" "No, of course not.", Owen retorted quickly, knowing full well what happened to those that disobeyed the Herald. Constantine only grunted in response, and they sat in silence, watching William do his routine check of the grounds in the distance. Two more of their people were stationed down the road that connected to the property, keeping watch in case the Deputy finally decided to make an appearance at his home. Minutes passed where Owen found himself close to drifting off, overworked from all the long shifts, then a loud noise came from inside the cottage, making him jump in alarm and causing the sleepiness to fully leave his system. "Go check that out, Owen.", Constantine ordered. "Uh-, what if it's the Sinner?" "We're here to capture him, are we not?" "I, just, should I go alone, brother?" "Yes." Constantine was in no mood for arguments, staring at him impatiently and when he saw no movement from the young recruit, he pointed with his thumb behind him, muttering, "Chop-chop, Owen."

Owen couldn't help but think of the stories he had heard about the Deputy taking out every capture party sent his way. He knew he had to follow John's orders because that was the Will of the Father, but it still didn't help the primal fear he experienced at the idea he might come face to face with the one they were tasked to catch. "I will go.", he whispered as he got up and headed for the front door with convinction, the rifle shaking slightly in his hand. Constantine didn't bother with a reply and he wondered if the man would even come to his assistance if something was to go wrong. Owen pushed the door open quietly, his eyes struggling to make anything out in the dark living room, the only illumination came from the porch light and it didn't go too far inside. He stopped at the threshold, listening for any sound and when he came up empty he passed through the doorway with a simple goal in mind: to turn on one of the lamps that he could distinguish as a silhouette ahead of him. The door shut with an unsettling click the second he let go of it to proceed further in and he wondered if it had done it on its own or Constantine was pulling another trick on him. Just as he reached for the switch, he felt something bump into his leg, but he told himself he was just on edge, imagining things. I'm bigger than my fear. Joseph said God will protect us. The words worked at calming his nerves until a sharp pain came in his pinkie as teeth closed around his hand, making him scream out and drop his weapon. He managed to clumsily turn on the light with his other hand and his eyes shifted between his bloodied fingers and a raccoon on the ground, its menacing pose foretelling Owen of more trouble to follow. Shock overtook him as his gaze landed on a bloody piece of sausage at his feet, then moved back to his hand instinctively. No. It wasn't a sausage, but his pinkie. He looked at his hand again, counting his fingers in dread, refusing to believe what he was seeing.

One.Two. Three. Four. No. And no matter how many times he counted, he came up short with one finger.

"OH MY GOD!", Owen shouted, his voice springing the raccoon into action and before he could react the animal launched itself at him, grabbing onto his shoulders. The crazed look in its beady eyes made his blood freeze. Tiny claws dig into his skin through his sweater. "Brother, HELP!", he screamed over and over again as he ran around the room in an attempt to shake off his vicious attacker. Disoriented and in a complete state of terror, he kept spinning in circles and knocking into various pieces of furniture. His feet couldn't stop slipping on the blood gushing from his injured hand, hindering his movements. To his horror, as much as he tried to remove the hellish creature off his body, it continued to hold on with a ravenous look on its small face as it bared its teeth at him. The whole time it produced the most haunting noise Owen had ever heard in his life, it was between a snarl and scream, and he had no doubt it would haunt him in his nightmares. At one point he inevitably stumbled over a chair, finding himself unable to catch his fall since his hands were too busy grabbing at the racoon in desperation to unlatch its claws. The frenzied animal wasted no time when he hit the ground, aiming its attack at his face next and Owen closed his eyes in last last ditch effort to protect his eyes, knowing John would have no use of him if he loses his sight. Save me, Father. God. Anyone. Please.

But no matter how much he prayed, help refused to come and the Devil's pet remained on top of him, nimbling on his long hair, its angry snarling getting closer and closer to his ear. God, it's going to eat me. This isn't how I want to die. "What are you screaming about like a little girl, Owen?", Constantine asked in annoyance, entering the cabin, his sudden appearance making the raccoon finally release its hold on Owen and scurry off towards one of the unlit rooms of the cabin. "It-it bit off my finger. It re-refused to let me go.", Owen stuttered out, holding out his hand, the pain coming to him at once as the adrenaline abandoned him. The sight of his injury and red-hot sensation in his finger made him feel dizzy. Blackness was taking over the corners of his vision quickly and he couldn't understand why Constantine's lips moved but no sound was reaching his ears. "Owen.", was the last thing he heard before he passed out.

"You won't disappoint me, would you, Owen?"Joseph's voice played on repeat in his mind, getting louder and progressively more accusatory as he fought darkness. Those same words were spoken to him on his official acceptance as one of John's Chosen before the Reaping's start. He had felt hope and believed he would be helping the Project to save people's souls, instead he had ended up on cabin watch duty with a partner that hated his guts for no reason. "He's not cut out for this, brother. Can't you see. Defeated by a RACOON.", John's maniacal laughter was deafening and coming from all directions as the racoon's beady eyes and sharp teeth flashed in his memory. "Owen. Owen. Owen.", his name echoed, then he felt a sharp pain in his face. "He won't wake up like that, Constantine.", a voice scolded. "Be my guest then, William. Wake the Sleeping beauty up." The arguing brought him back to reality, the bright light coming from overhead blinding his eyes for a brief second as he forced them open, then they adjusted and took in his two "brothers" looming over him as he laid on the floor. "What happened?", he asked in confusion, then everything came back to him. "You passed out, Owen.", Constantine narrowed his eyes, shaking his head as he muttered, "How did you even make it through your Confession?"

"I bandaged your hand, brother.", William interjected, pulling him to his feet. He eyed him over with concern as he asked, "What happened? Did the Sinner do this? Your face is all scratched up." "Thank you.", he said in a small voice, trying to ignore the blood at his feet and the pain he felt as he stumbled outside, sitting down in one of the chairs again, "It was a-a-a racoon." Constantine let out a guttural laugh, "Oh, mercy me, wait until brother John finds out about this. You couldn't even deal with a racoon? Hope you like roaming in the fields, boy, because you're going to be an Angel soon." "Cut it out, Constantine, or do you feel the need for another Confession?", William sent him warning look as he sat down too, "Show some concern for our brother, will ya." Owen took a deep breath, the throbbing in his hand making him feel nauseous, "I think I need to see a-a doctor." "Our shift isn't over, Owen.", William reminded him quietly, "We can't leave the cabin unattended in case the Sinner shows up. We would have to call this in and it won't end well for you with John." "But-" "You have an issue, take it up with brother Wyatt or John himself.", Constantine gritted out, as he went down the stairs leading off the porch, "I'm going out on patrol next."

The downstairs area was empty, silence ruled over the whole house as she made herself a cup of coffee. She eyed the untouched plate that was still on the table with disappointment and without a second thought she threw away the food, knowing it would hurt Savannah if she finds out when she wakes up that John hadn't eaten the dinner they had prepared. Fresh morning air seeped in through the open window above the sink when she leaned against the counter, holding her almost finished cup of coffee. If she closed her eyes, for a second she could pretend nothing had changed, that Ms. Darcy or Cal would soon knock on the door, stopping by for breakfast. Instead any of that happening, minutes later John finally appeared, entering the kitchen quietly. He was already dressed for the day, wearing a pair of jeans and thin dark sweater with its zipper down, showing off the strange scar on his chest again. "Morning, Deputy.", he muttered as he beelined to the coffee machine. His arm brushed against hers when he grabbed an empty mug from the dish rack and poured coffee into it, not bothering to add any sugar or cream. "Morning.", she responded, her voice was even despite the fact he was standing unnecessary close and his presence that had taken over the room the second he appeared. His eyes darkened, darting to her collarbone, then his hand reached out, fingers grazing her skin as he moved her T-shirt's neckline back into place until it wasn't slipping off her shoulder.

His arm retreated then, but she could still feel its warmth at the place of contact and the way her body reacted to the simplest touch. You're calling this keeping your distance? "Are you feeling like telling me about your tattoo yet?" "What's to tell?" "A lot, Deputy. People usually ink their skin for a reason and what they choose reveals even more about them." "And what if I just got drunk, stumbled into a tattoo parlor and pointed at the first thing I saw as design? What then, John?" "Now, we both know that would be a lie." His gaze remained on hers, the intensity making her clear her throat and blurt out the first thing that came to her mind, in hopes of changing the subject, "I'm going to wash the shirt you gave me and return it-" Amusement flashed in his eyes before he said, "Keep it. But I'm holding you to the promise about my jacket, Deputy. I'd like to wear it again, you know." When he didn't say anything else as he picked up his cup and headed towards the door, no doubt planning to go to the Bunker straight away, Sabrina spoke up. "You promised we'd talk. Are you running off to your "happy place" again?" He shook his head, not bothering to look back at her, "I'm not. I'm going to grab something, I had no idea if you're awake yet with how quiet everything was." John climbed back upstairs as Sabrina took a final sip of her coffee and sat down at the kitchen table, wondering how long he would make her wait on him this time. To her surprise he returned shortly after, placing a black notebook on the table before he took a seat across from her.

Sabrina flipped through it, empty pages greeting her, as he said, "It's for your visions. Whatever comes to you, you write it all down as usual. This time for me." "And if it's nothing of significance? I have no control over what I see or-" "I understand that you can't force them. Just note them down, I will be the one deciding what's important." "Okay.", she sighed.

Deep down, she knew she had an advantage in the situation: the fact he had no way of confirming what she'd actually seen and as result she could in a way control what information he receives. John raised his cup, taking a sip, before saying with a faint smile, "I can sense all the questions bouncing around in that curious mind of yours, Deputy. Shall we get this over with?" I might as well try. "Whitehorse, Joey, Pratt… do you- do you have the others?" His eyes narrowed, making her wonder if she just ruined whatever good mood he was in, "Remember what I told you before?" "That I should worry only about myself?", at his nod, she added, "That's not the type of person I am, John." "They refused to listen to your warnings, Deputy.", his gaze darkened as a frown took over his features, "Then they left you behind for me to find, wounded, if I may say." "After your people made our helicopter crash and-" "Did you even stop to ask yourself why Whitehorse wanted you to arrest my brother. Why he or that arrogant Marshal wouldn't do it instead?" "It's not my place to question his orders." Her words didn't stop him, instead a dark smile appeared on his face, "For years, he chose not to get in our way, "keeping up the peace", he'd call it. But, Sabrina, he was afraid. He knew my brother was right, that there's nothing he could do to stop what's God's Will." "God's Will". There was nothing more she hated than those words, how people hid behind them as they hurt others. She'd seen it so many times. When she said nothing, John continued, probably believing he was getting through to her, "And when "evidence" finally appeared, when old Earl had a warrant, what did he do?"

"Just-" "He put you in the center of everything, Sabrina, basically threw you to the wolves. Did you think he had no idea how an arrest would unfold and what consequences it would bring? You're not that naive, Deputy. Deep down, you know." In a way he was doing what she had tried to do back at the cabin: convince him what he believed was misguided, dangerous. Yet where her words came from a place of concern for him and the people he would hurt in attempts to appease Joseph, here John wanted her to stop asking questions, accept the Project and overlook all the red flags surrounding his brother's ideas. "It wasn't my first arrest, John. I've faced so many criminals, some would make your brother look like a saint. Do you expect me to join the Project and leave all my collegues in Joseph's hands, free to do whatever he decides with them?" "You've been here for what, two months… you owe them nothing, Sabrina, worry about your sister and keeping her safe." Of course you'd say that. "Loyalty isn't determined by time, John. I've made a vow." A vow to her father. To herself. That she would protect people, just like he had done his whole life. Still, Sabrina knew the conversation would lead nowhere, she hadn't expected much anyway. "And Ms. Darcy?" "What about Darcy Harris?", his face was unreadable, the mask refusing to slip even for a second. Sabrina let out a frustrated breath, "Where is she? Locked in that bunker of horrors? I know you two had bad blood." His blue eyes shone at her questions, "My Gate. Are you asking for my alibi, Deputy? And again, you should-" "Worry about myself? NO. You told me to ask questions, I'm doing just that." "They're all where God wants them to be. It's all unfolding according to His plan. That's all you need to know."

"God or Joseph's plan? Because to me, they're two different things." John gave her a warning look, "Sabrina. I'm not getting into this with you." She took a deep breath, knowing she had to be careful how much she pushed, so she kept her silence as her fingers clutched the notebook. "Should I remind you that you're the one that should be providing information according to our deal, not the other way around?" Sabrina fought back a smile at his tone, "I feel like I should have my lawyer present… is this where I demand my one phone call?" John let out a chuckle, "You seem quite capable at negotiations on your own, Deputy." "A compliment? Careful, I might start to think you're impressed by a Sinner." "Impressed?", he licked his lips, "That doesn't seem like the right word to me." "What would you call it then?", the question slipped before she could stop it. "A complete bewitchment.", his intense gaze didn't waver from hers, "When it comes to you, Deputy, I just can't help it. I want to know more." She forced herself to look away, eyes darting up to the window while she attempted to ignore what his tone and the conviction in his words did to her insides. The air grew heavy with tension as he pushed back his chair and stood up, coming to stand next to her, the sudden move making Sabrina scrunch her face in confusion as she stared at him. In a blink, he was cradling her cheek with one hand, the move shocking her not only because of how unexpectedly it happened, but because of the gentleness lurking behind it. "You have no idea about how much danger you are in, do you? You still worry about everyone else but yourself. You're good at pretending, but not good enough to fool me." She tried to keep her emotions in check, but her breath hitched at his next words, his blue eyes pulled her in as his fingers stroked her cheek, "Did you even sleep last night?" She shook her head, hoping his touch would retreat as she did, but it remained, the heat from his palm spreading across her skin as the seconds ticked by. "I'm fine." "I'm not convinced, try again.", that all-too-familiar look was hiding in gaze, holding a dark promise. I have to stop this before you drag me into dangerous waters. "I'm fine.", she repeated, ignoring the giddy sensation she felt as she grabbed his hand and how a part of her wanted to hold his palm to her face, instead of removing it. 

John backed away, grabbing his coffee, smirking as he said, "At least you took care of that wound for me. That's progress." Sabrina cleared her throat, moving onto her next question while willing her heart to slow down, "I wanted to ask… What did you mean by staying on the premises? Savannah wanted to go play outside yesterday, but I had no idea what to tell her." "You can go out, Deputy, just don't leave the property or go running off to-", he stopped himself. "Who?" He shook his head, "Nobody." But his face said otherwise, clouded by something she couldn't place. What were you about to say, Seed? "Thank you then.", she mumbled. He turned to the door without replying and was almost out of the kitched when she spoke up again, "Are you headed back there? Will you resort to avoiding me again, now that you've kept your promise?" As much as she tried to ignore the thoughts about what was going down in the bunker, what he was doing… she couldn't, and she swore she'd find a way to stop it. Find a way to get through to him. "They all have a light in them, monkey, sometimes you just have to look very hard until you find it.", her father's words came to her as a reminder that she had to have hope, keep pushing.  Seconds passed in silence before John turned, "No, Deputy." No to which… Sabrina gave him a questioning look, forcing him to elaborate, "I'm staying here today, I have some things to take care of." "Oh. Then should we expect you for breakfast?" He gave her a nod, followed by a small smile, "That would be nice." "Savannah will be thrilled, she kept waiting on you to arrive yesterday-" A tired breath escaped him as he whispered, "I'm sorry. For being no-show, when you had dinner ready-", he stopped, eyes darting to the table in realization, "Where's my plate?" "I threw the food away." "Sabrina-" She waved him off, hiding the shock at his apology, burying it deep, "I'm used to it, my mother-", she bit her lip before the rest of the sentence could slip out, knowing saying anything further would provide information on her life. How it would feed his curiosity further, make him crave to hear even more. The less he knew, the better, especially when he viewed secrets as currency. "Your mother what, Deputy?", John raised an eyebrow. "Nothing." "There's something there, I can tell. All you have to do is open up, let it all pour out. I'm a good listener, I promise." "Pass.", she deadpanned. "The offer remains on the table.", he shrugged before heading back upstairs.

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Egotober 2023 Day 2: Faerie Stone

Summary: Marvin’s magical interests are sometimes more hazardous than they need to be.

Prompt: Stone

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Three Septics: J.J, Marvin, and Jackieboy Man, were all standing around a large moss-covered stone in the middle of a forest in Athlone. None of them were in costume and trying not to get spotted by anyone.

Marvin had a huge book that he was flipping through in his hands.

“Okay, Jackieboy, touch it,” Marvin said, looking at Séan.

“Not a fucking chance,” Séan said. “You saw what that thing did to Chase.”

“He’s fine,” Marvin said. “Got wards all over the place this time.”

“Not enough,” J.J signed.

Marvin looked over at J.J who repeated it for him. He laughed. “No, it’s enough, I got this. Watch.”

J.J shrugged, pulled out his pocket watch and clicked the button at the top. Then he walked over and sat down.

And then he disappeared.

Marvin and Séan just stood there in shocked silence.

Then Marvin flipped through a couple pages. “Huh, that wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Ye fucking think‽” Séan said, spit flying at Marvin a bit.

“Eww,” Marvin brushed off his book. “I got this, don’t worry.”

Séan gestured with his arms to the rock. “Chase is with Henrik, J.J is gone. Henrik is going to kill you, and then me, and I might kill you next.”

“No, if he’s anywhere, he’s between worlds, very easy to get him back,” Marvin insisted.

“Then fucking do it,” Séan said.

“I’m trying, let me work,” Marvin shot back, angling his book away. “Fuck, it’s like you want me to rip him apart when I bring him back.

Before Marvin could start setting up sigils and assorted focusing, J.J reappeared on the rock. Sitting just like he had before. Looking exactly like he had before, but looking very tired.

“Oh,” Marvin said in surprise before snapping the spellbook shut and smiling at Séan. “See? No harm, no foul. Right Jay?”

J.J waited until Marvin looked back at him to fuck him off.

“See?” Marvin’s smile got even more chipper. “He’s got all ten fingers. He looks fine.”

J.J walked over to hold up a middle finger closer to Marvin’s face and stomped off.

“I’m surprised he didn’t punch you,” Séan said.

Marvin was looking at J.J, “Did he have a hickey?”

“You know what, after today, I don’t care what he was up to, I care what you’re up to,” Séan said.

Marvin shrugged, looking smug. “Pretty sure it was. I’m glad he got some time to himself.”

J.J turned back to throw a wadded up piece of cloth from his pocket at Marvin before continuing to walk off.

The magician turned to look at the rock, confident in his test, but he gasped. “No! The rock’s gone!”

Séan was alarmed at first, but saw that there was no more dangerous rock. “Good. Now you can go experiment with something less dangerous than a rock that takes you off to faerie world.”

“Would have been a nice vacation.” Marvin got really disappointed at the disappearance of his new favorite fixation.

J.J continued to head back to the car and just sat in the car. He waited for Séan and Marvin to come back. They’d head off to Séan’s place and pick up Chase from Henrik’s.

But for now J.J sat in the backseat, looking at his new pocket watch. It was different from the one he usually used to work his magic through and take care of people. This one had a stone casing and almost a crystalline clock face.

It felt like he’d been where he was for ages, but it had only been a couple minutes.

For the best, perhaps.

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CHANGE ME CHAPTER ELEVEN:

8:00 am:

Getting up fucking sucked. It actually sucks getting up any and every normal morning... but after the night before...?!

"Just shoot me now..." I mumbled as I turned off my alarm. Sitting up and slumping out of bed, I walked to my closet and grabbed my outfit for the day, which looked similar to what I wore this entire week.

• Pair of Blue Jeans

• Navy blue Sweater

• Mary Janes

Simple...yet it had a warm and unique feel to it. That was my style...and I loved it.

I put on some mascara and blush to give my face some life before heading to the kitchen and grabbing myself some breakfast. Well, at least a protein bar, before heading out to my weekend duties...

8:00 am:

My body ached.

How was this possible?! How did this happen? How am I not rotten....?!....a corpse...?!

I don't think I will ever quite understand...but, it did happen...

The sun had been up and above the horizon for some time now. It was my first sunrise in thirty six years... I never thought something as little as the sun rising would be one of the most beautiful things I would see in such a long time....

8:30-10:00 am:

The gym wasn't busy. The only people that were there were a middle aged woman on the treadmill, that looked like she had been on it for hours, a couple guys that were at the bench press and some pervy guy stretching in the corner.

'All right... not going over there' I thought to myself, as me and the guy stretching in the corner made direct eye contact.

Deciding to do legs and abs, I began my extensive workout, whilst trying to avoid eye contact with pervy, even though his eyes were already on me.

  Towards the end of my workout, Mr. Stretchy who had been "stretching" for a total of forty minutes came over to me.

Not saying a word, he handed me a sweaty piece of paper, with a phone number written on it....obviously, it being his phone number.

"Oh no thanks." I said with a kind smile, trying to hold my disgust of how wet the paper between my fingers was.

Looking at me, still silent began to walked backwards, away from me, staring me down in the upmost uncomfortable manner.

I was beginning to say something until pervy ran into the bench press with the two other men on it. Seeing the sudden commotion, I took my opportunity and left, but not without throwing away the sweaty number given to me.

"God, I really need to wash my hands...."

10:10 am:

I emerged from the woods. I knew where she lived. This morning I had followed her home from the hospital. I saw her arrive back to the apartments I now stood. Her tear-stained face and her exhausted stance, still fresh in my brain, I saw the apartment she entered as well and I committed it to memory....

   I put my hands to my scarred face, trying to massage out a clear idea of what to do. Sighing in frustration, I looked to my side, at the crumpled, rotten animal suit.

"Ah, now that is ingenious William."

10:20-11:00 am

I quickly brushed out my hair, put on deodorant, and my makeup in the car.

I was about to apply for a new job a the most promising place in my area for the time being....

A 7/11 gas station.

"Okay... all I need to do is make a good impression!...and then hope that is all I need," I told myself before getting out of the car.

Opening the door to the convenient store, I was met with a very enthusiastic greeting,

"Ah hello! Welcome to 7/11!"

"Hi, excuse me, I was wondering if I could talk to someone about applying for a job here?"

"Oh! Of course! You can talk to me, ah yes follow me," The man that greeted me behind the counter said.

Exiting from behind the counter, he shook my hand vigorously and then led me to what seemed to be his office.

"Hello my name is Aarush and I'm the manager. What is your name?"

"My name is Y/N L/N, it's lovely to meet you Aarush." I spoke with utmost confidence.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well Y/N. Now let me ask you..."

Aarush sat down heavily in a slightly-beaten up rolly chair. Taking a seat myself in a chair opposite of him, I let my nervous silver eyes flick to his dark and kind looking ones.

"Why do want to apply?" Aarush asked, his elbows supporting his as leaned into his hand which was positioned against his face.

"Well, truthfully...the place I originally worked burned down this morning. I worked at the Fazbear's Fright about five minutes from here. So, I am pretty frantic to find a job because my rent is due at the end of the month, and if I can't pay it, I get kicked out of my apartment."

"Ah, I fully understand...from what I see Ms. L/N, you're an honest woman... and I also understand you need this job... so, how does Monday sound?" Aarush smiled at me brightly.

"Oh... oh my gosh, that sounds amazing! I- thank you so much Mr. Aarush! Thank you!" With utter excitement, I reached across Aarush's desk and shook his hand as enthusiastically as he did mine when I entered the store.

Returning the enthusiasm, he shook my hand and led me out of his office and back into the rest of the store.

As we walked he told me my hours I would be working which was incredibly lenient.

"I am looking forward to seeing you Monday Ms. Y/N! Have a wonderful day!"

"Thank you again! I am looking forward to it Mr. Aarush! Have a great weekend!"

Exiting the 7/11, my face dropped from the over excited mannerisms to my natural expression.

"Easy peasy~"

11:00 am:

I shut the door cautiously behind me. I knew she wasn't here, yet it seemed unwise to just slam the door behind me.

Silver and calculated, my eyes flicked around the room before me. It was a good sized apartment. The inside being a lot kinder to the eye than the outside.

Locking the door, I stepped away from the entryway and took in the place. I grazed my large hand over the modern countertop that lined the kitchen area before my attention was taken over to the small wooden table right across from me.

Stacked upon it were newspaper clippings of the "Fazbear's Fright" attraction that had been cut out and the phone number circled in red pen, laid on the table.

"How interesting..." I mumbled with a smirk

Leaving that, I continued my way through the apartment. Walking down the hallway, I now stood in the entrance of her room.

It was incredibly tidy. The bed was made, there was not a single thing out of place. Which matched the entire apartment.

"Ah, she's tidy... a perfectionist..."

Looking around her room, she had an album on her wall that read, "Arctic Monkeys", along with framed pictures of what seemed to be singers of her time and movie posters of the classic horror movies such as 'Halloween' and 'scream'

Looking towards her bed, she had a chocolate brown,  comforter that complemented her orange satin pillowcase and sheets.

Walking over to her nightstand, I examined the items in it...a small ornate jewelry box that held 'various' rings, necklaces, bows and earrings. Next to that, was a photo of two individuals that looked like incredibly young Y/N and the other, a older man, who looked to be her father. Both had broad smiles and shining eyes. I hadn't noticed before, but her eyes were eerily similar to mine.

Sharp.

Knowing.

Silver.

A pale and distinctive color...eyes that could capture you and reel you in, staring deep into your own being. I had always been told mine were unsettling or intimidating, but her's... her's were utterly hypnotic.

Tearing my own silver eyes away from the picture, I noticed the the little bag of cosmetics that she had along with a bottle of perfume.

  Picking it up, I took in a deep whiff, smelling the sweet and smoky scent of the perfume that gave me the the nostalgic feeling of sitting in front of a small campfire letting the sweet smoke entangle in my clothes and senses.

Setting it down, I moved my eyes to a cluster of small, orange bottles that were obviously filled with medication. Picking each of them up and reading the title, I didn't know what any of them were for, but I found it intriguing to see how many of the bottles there were.

"Now, why would you needs those now, Dear?"  I spoke as I traveled my hand across her bed and over to her window. Looking out the window at the bright autumn morning, I noticed a familiar looking car pull into the parking lot. It stopped in the front row, and out stepped Y/N.

"Ah, she's here..."

Her golden blonde hair beamed in the sunlight, her soft and pale complexion glowing from the sun, as she looked towards her apartment.  I hastily stepped away from the window, avoiding detection. Taking a seat on her clean, plush mattress, I let out a sigh,

"This should be fun, yeah?"

11:10 am:

I walked excitedly to my apartment...I got the job! All I had to do now was wait. Plus, taking a day for relaxation would do me well.

  As I unlocked my door, a feeling of unease began to wash over me. A familiar feeling I'd had since my childhood. I used to think it was just paranoia, but when bad things would happen (or were about to happen), I realized my intuition was stronger than I first thought.

With all the events that had taken place, I didn't want to take any chances. I pulled out my pepper spray and opened my door slowly.

Immediately, the feeling in my gut grew.

"There's someone here..." , the voice inside my brain whispered to me.

"You need to leave... go get someone... even if it's nothing...", it badgered again.

I wasn't just going to sneak around when someone could be looking at me any moment. So, I did what you're not supposed to in ANY horror movie....

I called out.

Just a little differently....

"Alright....! I know you're here....! Don't be a bitch come out and get me!", I called out.

Silence...

"I'm completely and definitely defenseless and just a stupid girl in her 20's~ who will be taking a shower later!"

I called out again with sarcasm dripping from my words.

Still not moving from my place by the door, I noticed the door to my bedroom was closed. Eyes opening wide, knowing fully well I didn't close it, my heart began to beat increasingly faster than normal.

Swallowing hard, I called out again, "I swear, if you're being weird on my bed, I'm going to kill you. My sheets are brand new, fucker!" I yelled furiously.

Finally, stepping away from the safety of my only exit, I tiptoed silently to my cabinet, 'where I kept my knives'. Not turning my back on the hall, I crouched down and opened the cabinet door, pulling out one of the steak knives. It glinted in the kitchen light and I let out a long, drawn-out sigh. Getting up, I walked sternly down the hallway.

"Listen up, fucker...you might've broken into my apartment...but, I'm pissed and you are testing the limitations of my medication!"

Testing to see if the door was unlocked, I then swung it open in a fury.

"I will slit your th-"

As the door swung open, hitting the wall. What I was met with was not what I expected.

Sitting poised, was a man in a once purple, torn dress shirt and torn black slacks.

His face was was pale, his features were sharp, in a way, attractive. His hair was an ashy shade of brown that feathered down his neck. He seemed to be in his mid to late thirties. Scars littered his body. However, what caught my attention the most was his pale, cold, silver stare that bore into me.

The man let out a soft chuckle before speaking in a voice I knew all too well...,

"Hello Y/N~"

[ask-vida-in-the-hetalia-world]

In the world of Hetalia (preview)

((BEFORE YOU START READING THE PREVIEW YES HER BROTHER IS NAMED IGGY NO RELATION TO ENGLAND FROM HETALIA WHAT SO EVER!!! THIS IS A PREVIEW OF THE HETALIA FANFICTION THAT WILL BE TEN CHAPTERS LONG THIS IS PART IF THE FIRST CHAPTER))

It was a quite day at the home where two siblings lived the oldest brother who is named Iggy age 21 and the younger sister named Vida age 11 both living in a apartment together. Vida decided she wanted to go outside for a while to get some fresh air. “Hey, Iggy you coming?” Vida calls out from outside the door waiting for her older brother to join her, she looks towards Iggy who is still inside his room doing some work. With no answer from him she decided to walk out to his bedroom with a frown on her face, “Big brother come on!!!" Still no answer. With an annoyed huff Vida decides that she should just drag him out of his room but when she tried reaching out towards the handle to do so he suddenly grabs it making her jump.

“What are you doing?” Vida asks with a confused expression on her face as she tries to see through Iggy’s hands to see what he’s working on “I’m busy Vida! Go away!” Iggy replies."But big brother" she said with tears in her eyes as she reaches out to touch Iggy but he moves backwards making Vida let out a sad cry and pouts as she turns around ready to walk away.

She walks over to her own bedroom before plopping herself down on top of the bed with a small sigh. she then heard a creeking sound from one of her shelves above her and the bottom shelf fell on top of her leaving her unconscious. Iggy ran in the room with a shocked look on his face and a worried look on his own.

"Vida!!" Iggy shouted in alarm as he hurried to pick Vida up "Wake up Vida!" he says shaking her slightly causing her head to loll a little. Iggy's heart skips a beat after seeing how much blood is running down Vida's pale cheeks and how her eyes are closed. He puts her back onto the bed not letting her fall off and pulls out his phone to call an ambulance. As he waits for the call to be picked up he sits next to Vida with tears filling up his eyes. "If only this didn't happen if only I would have took you outside like you wanted. I feel so terrible." he said.

A couple of minutes later an ambulance arrived at their house and immediately rushed to the hospital to check on Vida, Iggy quickly followed them in case something happens while they're gone. After a short amount of time Iggy had run after them but not being able to catch up due to the speed they were going. When the car finally stops Iggy rushes in and takes a seat on a bench near the hospital waiting area, he then pulls out his phone and stares at the screen looking at his screen saver of him and Vida both smiling with hearts all over it, he then hears footsteps approaching him and looks up to see a doctor walking towards him, "hello sir I'm Doctor Rolfe, your little sister has suffered a serious wound to the head and we were hoping you could fill us in about what happened to her."

Iggy lets out a shaky breath and nods "Well Vida was wanting to go outside and she wanted me to go with her but I told her no. She went into her room and that's when the shelf fell on her " he explained and the doctor nodded "The sad thing Iggy is that your little sister is in a coma now." Iggy felt a chill shoot through his spine when the doctor spoke those words "No...no she can't be asleep right?" The doctor looked sadly at Iggy before answering "Unfortunately yes she is." he says before placing a hand on Iggy's shoulder "But we can keep an eye on her and make sure nothing changes." Iggy nodded and stood up from his seat. He followed Doctor Rolfe as they made their way towards a different section of the hospital. They reached Vida's room and saw that she was still asleep "Alright sir, you can wait here." Doctor Rolfe said before turning to leave. But Iggy didn't follow as he instead walked into Vida's room, he slowly approached her side to see how she was sleeping before sitting down beside her on the edge of the bed and grabbing hold of her limp hand. While Vida was in a coma she was dreaming about something

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[riahlynn101]

"Of Heartaches and Headaches" (11).

Chapter Eleven

Author's note: Special thanks to Halogenrobotics (or Yeagle on Ao3) for giving me some ideas for this chapter (and most of the chapters moving forward)! Go check out their stuff. They have a lot of good ideas, are super creative, and are an absolute joy to talk to! With all that being said, I hope you all enjoy :D

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Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Not again! Not again! Fuck! Fuck! 

Luis had been on his way to the security room, as he wanted to see if the daycare was currently in sleep-mode (Moon was said to not allow caregivers to pick up their children while they were sleeping), when he came across his best friend passed out in front of the doors. 

And all he could think is a string of curses and half-garbled thoughts. 

He made sure she was breathing, and her pulse seemed to be steady enough. The skin on her face and hands is slightly dry and cool to the touch. Mixed with her occasional complaints in the past about headaches, he hopes it’s just dehydration (serious but not as serious as what they had to deal with four months back). 

Management is sure to have a fit if they see her passed out. Whether it’s her fault or not, the company will try to paint her as the villain and toss her out like yesterday’s newspaper. It’s for the best that he puts her in the security room and keeps an eye on her until she wakes up. 

It helps that the daycare is indeed having their naptime, so it’s not like he can go anywhere for another hour or two. 

He sets an alarm. He’ll wake Vanessa up when it goes off, and if she doesn’t respond he’ll call 9-1-1. 

-x-x-x-

The office smells strongly of cinnamon and disinfectants. Bookshelves surround the room, boxing them in, save for the wooden door off to the side. A child-sized table sits towards the back. A board game with worn edges lays haphazardly forgotten on the table’s top. 

“So…..want….issues…” The person in front of her says, their voice muffled.

Vanessa thinks it must be a person, but with how blurred they are, it could be anything. Unless this a dream, in which case perhaps animals could-

“Vanny!” A woman’s voice cuts off her train of thought. Her voice is clearer than it ever has been. It’s firm, commanding in a way that’s expected from someone who’s been teaching for many years, but also comforting like a mother. 

Vanessa doesn’t so much as react. She never does. She can’t.

“Yes?” She hears herself ask. 

The woman inhales deeply. “Are you….are you feeling alright?”

“Fine, why do you ask?”

The woman is quiet for a good minute. The clock hanging over the door is the loudest thing in the room. Each tick a countdown to ending the session. 

“No reason. As your therapist, I worry about you, is all.”

Vanessa feels something in her boil in pure, unadulterated rage. Thoughts that are definitely not hers bubble up to the surface. 

Weak! If I’m weak he’ll get rid of me! How dare she insinuate I’m weak! Not weak! Not weak!

Vanessa is overwhelmed with the oscillating emotions. Still, she can’t move a muscle to show this. The corners of her mouth uptick into a smile. 

“I’m alright, Dr…..” Her voice trails off, everything becoming blurry around the edges like a watercolor painting. 

Vanessa feels herself sink into the couch, being sucked in and in and in until she’s falling through an open void. She squeezes her eyes shut, heart dropping into her stomach. 

“Vanessa…?” 

Suddenly, she isn’t falling anymore. Someone’s shaking her. “Vanessa?” They ask. 

Vanessa takes a second to open her eyes, relishing in the feeling of being awake and in control of her own actions. She sighs, deeply. 

When she finally opens her eyes, Luis is seated next to her. Concern is written all across his face. She hasn’t seen him look so worried since….

“I’m fine,” she says, sitting up. Judging by the large monitors taking up the entire room, they’re in the main security room. When did she get here?

“I found you passed out in the hallway. I carried you in here so management wouldn’t write you up.”

“Oh. Why didn’t you call an ambulance?”

“You want to pay for a ride in the whee whoo wagon?”

Vanessa looks down, shaking her head. “No.” She cracks a smile. “You don’t think Faz Entertainment would foot the bill, do you?” 

“No, absolutely not. They’re allergic to the words: accountability and lawsuit. You’d be fired before the ambulance even arrived.” He laughs, not at her but at the corrupt company that employs them both. 

“Right, right. Well, thank you for not leaving me to die out there. I must have been dehydrated or something.”

“Anytime. And, considering the last time I saw you drink any water was….” he hums, tapping a finger to his chin, “...never. I would say you’re probably right on the money. Here.” He tosses her a water bottle.

She fumbles it, casting Luis an (pretend) annoyed look.

“Drink up, and call me if you start feeling off.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” She unscrews the cap. 

“I’m going to pick up Gregory. Don’t die.”

“No promises. And Luis?”

He pokes his head back into the room, holding onto the doorframe. “Yes?”

“Thank you. Really, thank you.”

“Like I said, anytime,” he smiles brightly at her before leaving for real. 

-x-x-x-

Gregory lays curled up. His cot is situated between Sarah and Xander. The two got in trouble with Mr. Moon, so they had to be spaced further apart. They still talk in loud whispers anyways. He ignores his new friends, focusing on the twinkling stars over their heads and the soft music playing from some unknown place in the daycare. 

The next thing he knows, Mr. Sun is kneeling next to his cot. The lights are back on and his new friends are no longer next to him, nor are their cots. 

“Friend, it’s time to wake up.”

“Nuh, uh,” he groans, pulling up the blanket Mr. Sun let him borrow for naptime over his head. The material is soft and keeps him warm. He starts to fall back asleep. 

“Friend, it’s time for you to go home.”

That wakes him up. 

He pulls the blanket away, hopping up. As fun as the daycare was, and he hopes Mama Nessa and Papa Luis let him come back tomorrow, he really wants to leave. His new friends are really loud and kind of messy. 

He helps Mr. Sun take care of his blanket, pillow, and cot. And then he’s led to the daycare’s door. 

“Papa Luis!” He shouts, racing the rest of the way there. 

He’s scooped up, and he leans into the warm hold. It reminds him of…..

Gregory shakes his head, removing the thought before it can lead anywhere. He hates thinking about that. Hates thinking about his life before this. Hates, hates thinking about her.

It hurts his head anyways, and sometimes he can pretend it was all a bad dream. Mama Nessa and Papa Luis are taking really good care of him anyways, even if they think he’s a tiny little baby and not a toddler. They’re really nice, and he has no doubts that they’ll learn. 

He closes his eyes, putting his head on Papa’s shoulder.

[jade-owaowa]

2:56/2

2:56/2

By Jade Arnett

10 PM

Thank God for the notes app on my phone, I'm about to make extensive use of it tonight. This will be a chronicle of everything that happens tonight. The reason I want to document everything is that I no longer feel safe in my own home. Last night….. I had a run-in with something awful. I can’t go back to my house. My wrists are bloodied and bruised and my lungs feel like they’ve been filled with blood. I am currently on the bus to get to my best friend, Wynn. I will update this once I get the chance.

11 PM

I have been at Wynn’s for around an hour. She changed the bandages on my arm and got me some cough medicine. I don’t want to tell her what I saw, she’ll think I’m crazy or something.

12 AM

She’s pressuring me to tell her what happened.

12:30 AM

I finally am giving in and telling her over Waffle House. I just hope she believes me

12:40 AM

I’m riding shotgun in Wynn’s car. As I write this, my darkness is on low, and I'm holding my phone at an angle. I looked in the rearview mirror and I felt…..his…. Presence.

12:50 AM

We’re here, we were greeted by a waitress who seemed rather friendly, she kind of looked like my mom a bit.

1:00 AM

“Creeeeeeeekkkkkk” my imitation of that old monster we called a house was spot-on.

“The floorboards were horrifically noisy and woke me up every night at 2:56 a.m. I would hear the heavy thud of boots stomping down on the old wooden floor.”

“Did you ever see anyone?”

“Stop rushing my story, Jesus.” 

I took a sip of my black coffee. Me and Wynn were enjoying our meal at Waffle House. was 1 a.m. now, and we were just sitting and talking.

“My body would immediately sit up. Once I was jolted awake I would smell the same putrid smell of gasoline and rotting meat. The footsteps usually went away….”

I paused for a second, trying to collect my thoughts.

“But this time….. this time was different.”

Knock………Knock……..Knock

“I flinched at the three heavy-handed knocks, each one louder than the last. At this point, the smell had gotten so bad I had to cover my nose with my bed sheets.”

“Wait, do you mean those dino ones?”

“Wynn shut the fuck up.”

Wynn laughed a little at the idea that I still had dinosaur bed sheets at the age of 18.

“Yes, and I am proud of it, so stop laughing,” I said in a semi-annoyed tone.

“Anyways, let me go for five fucking minutes without interrupting me, it's already 1:30 am now.”

“Fine fine fine, continue your bullshit ghost story.”

“Thank you. The room was pitch black other than my door. I aimed my neon blue alarm clock straight at that damn door. Nothing was getting in or out without my knowledge. If I said that I wasn’t scared of the dark, I’d be lying right through my goddamn teeth. Even with the clock, it felt that there was less light than normal. It seemed as if the darkness was fighting the light and prevailing. Then I saw it. The doorknob began to shake and shake and shake until it seemed like it was going to fly off of the door.”

I paused and took another gulp of my coffee. It had turned lukewarm over time.

1:45 AM

“Do you think it was your grandfather just going to piss or some shit?”

“Hell no, I could hear that motherfucker snoring like his life depended on it.”

Wynn started snorting like a pig.

2:00 AM

“Hey, it’s already 2 am.”

“I'll try to wrap up soon. The door was locked, so whoever - or whatever - couldn’t get in. Then I heard it speak.

‘Da………..bria’

“I knew who it was immediately, I believe that the thing coming to visit me……”

“Yes?”

“Was my father.”

“Holy fucking shit.”

The problem with my father coming to visit me every night is quite simple. He’s been dead for nine years. He died in the very house that I was staying at.

“I know, but it wasn’t him….. it was something……. malicious. Its hoarse voice didn’t sound human. It felt like a cheap imitation.”

“What, do you think it was a spooooookyyy ghooooost or something?”

I was right, she didn’t believe me.

“I'm not sure, But what I do know is that it wants me dead. Immediately after it called out my name, I became light-headed and felt like I was going to pass out. I began coughing up blood and old scars on my wrists began to open up. Blood was soon flowing from me like water. I fell on the floor and heard the thing scream louder and louder.”

“OPEN OPEN UP UP OPEN NOW OPEN OPEN OPEN.”

This thing was definitely not human

“Who the fuck are you?” I yelled at the thing, expecting an answer for God knows what reason.

“COME YOUR TIME TIME YOUR COME YOUR TIME COME.”

The broken English in the imitated tone of my dad sent shivers down my spine.

“I crawled my way to that door and pressed my body against it so that it didn’t get in.”

I glanced at the clock, now reading 2:45.

2:45 AM

“I stayed holding that door until the morning. When I finally opened the door, there were bloody footprints leading from my dad’s old room in the basement to my room. I haven’t been back at the house since.

“ When was this?”

“Last night.”

“Jesus Christ Dabria, you didn’t get high did you?”

“ No, I was completely sober.”

“So you called me because you didn’t want to sleep there again?”

“Yeah, I don’t feel comfortable at all there anymore. My dad didn’t visit me last night, and I don't care to figure out who did.”

“Well. let me use the bathroom then we can leave here and go to my place.”

“Okay.”

I sat and gulped the last bit of my coffee. There was something strange; it was oddly empty, even for almost 3 a.m. at a Waffle House. The waitress was no longer in the restaurant so I assumed she left for the evening. I ignored it though, and finished writing this in my notes as I wanted to document this conversation. I will keep updating it.

2:56 AM

Tap tap tap

I froze. I saw it. The time on the clock read 2:56 a.m. That Thing was not my father. It gave me a smile and a wave. This is goodbye, I think.

3:00 AM

I am hiding in the bathroom, Wynn is dead and I have a knife in my hand.

3:15 AM

He’s coming he’s coming he’s coming

3:30 AM 

I can’t keep doing this, maybe I should just go out and accept my fate.

Day 2

I'm starting to go insane.

Day 3

I'm so thirsty.

Day ??

I don't know what day it is, I'm so hungry I have begun to eat Wynn.

Day ???

I think this is it, my strength is gone, I am out of food and the tap in the sink doesn’t work anymore. I’m going to let him in, I love my father I love him I love him I love him I love him I lo-

Battery depleted

“What the fuck… chief, come here a minute.”

“What’s up lieutenant…. Oh my god…”

“There's…. so much blood.”

“Dispatch…. this is unit 212…. send a coroner and an EMT asap to 1440 Arroyo Lane.”

“Copy.”

“Oh my God oh my God I’m going to throw up.”

“Jesus, murder-suicides are always the worst.”

“What do you think the motive was?”

“Who knows.”

“ Three people dead, damn you think people would have found them by now.”

“Unit 212 this is dispatch, what are the descriptions of the bodies.”

“One female with heavy lacerations on her wrists, a fatal stab wound in her stomach, and dried blood on the corners of her mouth. She has black hair, blue eyes, and a slender build. The next one appears to be a middle-aged waitress with lacerations to her neck. She has blonde hair, blue eyes, and a medium to stocky build. Last is another female. She has Black hair as well, with brown eyes and a medium build.”

“Copy.”

[ihateeverything101]

your words being me to tears because it's so simple but it's not. i wish he said those things to me, i appreciate all you do to keep things running smooth. i like how you tell me how you're feeling so we can resolve issues.

there is no winning. he wants to know what's on my mind but when i tell him he tells me i complain too much and that's all i do. well that's what's on my mind and what i'm feeling. he says all i want to do is mope around and be pissed off. it's all so wrong. my energy isn't great but jesus. how does he want me to pick myself back up after his pummeling? he doesn't say anything positive or encouraging when i share my emotions, he does hold me when i'm upset but only when it fits what he thinks is valid.

it's my fault. i don't do enough. he's upset i cannot service him sexually everytime he needs. wtf does he want from me. yeah it's only 20/30 minutes but that's 20/30 MINUTESs!!!!! i could watch my own show during that time, snack, masturbate on my own, do makeup, shower, clean, play with the pets. i could do so much in that fuxking amount of time but he is demanding i do that for him at least once a day if not multiple times. wtf. i get home from work at like 5:45 - 6PM. i take off my clothes and start working on dinner literally no break. i start dinner and when that's started and going i can start to relax and maybe smoke some. a lot of days i'm not smoking until we're sitting down and eating dinner, 6:45 - 7. weve been watching shark tank when we eat and they are 45 minute episodes so we eat and watch that until about 8. then i am tired already and falling asleep in the basement. sometimes i fall asleep and he wakes me up at 10, i don't think he has an alarm or routine but waits until he has no more youtube to watch or sluts to talk to. he wakes me up to do my chores for the night. i know i should be more on top of my things but it pisses me off how he lets me sleep then gets mad at me. wake me up at the beginning if you get so aggravated! sometimes i don't nap and i get started on my night things: making my lunch for tomorrow, dishes, pet things, im trying to read 5 pages of a book everyday and also take my makeup off before bed but the things that aren't necessary aren't getting done. at this point it depends what time it is based on dishes and when i started this routine. but it's 9 or 9:30. time to brush and smoke and go to bed. i like when me and him brush together, also he basically always needs to know what i'm doing. one of his biggest pet peeves is coming behind me to ask questions. (which is what a partner should do but hey, what do i know) im always telling him what i'm doing, planning on doing, an ETA of how long it will take me and if i plan on interacting with him after i'm done or if i will roll into other things. so after we finish dinner i tell him i'm going to do my night things and he says ok and he watches youtube, talks to sluts and gets pictures from them, maybe video chats with Katie. hey it would be nice if he spent that time with me while i was doing my chores but that's fine. so then i come back down when i am done and tell him i'm going to brush, he's been coming up with me recently but awhile ago he would keep talking with Katie even though i've told him how much it means to me. we brush together and then he wants to get off again before bed. it doesn't have to be with me but i wish i had more time like that with him, but also not in a sexual service way. so either i can smoke by myself and lay down by myself while he gets off and wanders into bed late at night or we can smoke together, play together and go to bed together. which of those options sounds nice? they're nice for separate reasons but i always say yes to playing with him. i want to be close with him and i want to go to bed with him. i want to cuddle. so then with him doing his stuff cause he doesn't care about what time we go to bed i end up falling asleep 11:30 / 12. i want to fall asleep before 10. then i wake up the next day at 5 am to start it all over again. he says i don't appreciate him. i don't appreciate what he does. he's right i don't. i would like to spend a day doing my things or only worrying about my things. that would be heaven.

i went into the break down of time because. that 30 minutes is a huge difference and he acts like it means nothing

[mismess]

Imagine Fritz and Scott arriving earlier just to try to compete each other as a warm up

Scott’s already there from the night shift

William hates the revolution of dance

[f10werfae]

Wisdom Teeth

Pairing : Husband! Chris Evans x Wife! Reader

Word count: 1,348

Summary: Chris sends Y/n on one hell of a journey

Warnings: none

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Y/n's P.O.V)

The sound of the air conditioning and people

flicking magazine pages filled my ears, along with the occasional nurse coming out to call in patients.

Chris had been gone for around 45 minutes now, he had spent the whole night worrying about his wisdom teeth procedure this morning. Let me say, it took a lot of kisses and muscle to even get him into the clinic into the first place.

“Chris Evans?” A nurse said when she opened the heavy white door, a grey clipboard clasped in her hands. Standing up, I rubbed the sweat from my palms onto my legs and pulled my sport shorts up.

“Yes?”

“His surgery went completely fine, he’s just a bit loopy right now due to the anaesthesia but here’s the list of the aftercare procedures for the next 24 hours or so”

“Thank you so much, am I able to take him home now or?”

“Yes he can go home now, would you like some help getting him to your car?”

“Please that would be magical”

Entering the room, Chris lay back on the dental chair, his limbs laying limp by his side, groans leaving his lips here and there.

“You alright hunny bun” I asked walking over to him, rubbing my hand up and down his bicep while my other hand combed through his hair.

“HEY! No” He shouted abruptly, his hands attempting to push me away from him, his face looking away from me.

“I’m married lady, cut it out” He slurred out, his arms crossing over his chest.

“Mhm I know you are married. Married to me babe” I laughed out, softly turning his head towards me, making eye contact with him.

“Y/n? Oh It’s my honey bunny” Chris said trying to smile with the bloody pieces of gauze sitting in his mouth, his arms now reaching out for me.

“Come on big boy, it’s time to get you home and in bed”

“Are you coming with me?”

“Of course, I live with you hun”

“Well alright then” Chris said, immediately jumping out of the dental chair, before nearly falling. Luckily the oral surgeon had caught him in time, with some teamwork we both managed to get Chris into the car.

“Y/nnnnn”

“Yes Chris?”

Within seconds, sobs erupted from Chris, his massive hands covering his face. Putting up the divider between his driver and us, I scooted over to him in the car.

“Baby? what’s wrong?”

“You called me Chris. I’m bubba”

Trying to hold my laugh in, Chris leant his head towards me laying on my chest, his sobs now stifled down to sniffles. How had this rock of a man now turned into a pile of softness.

“Yes you’re my bubba”

(Time Skip)

Getting him onto the couch with the help of our driver, I sat with him until he dozed off. Before sneaking off to our bedroom and grabbing the comforters off the bed and bringing it down to the living room. Turning on the ceiling fan, I tucked Chris in under the covers and placed kisses on his heady every so often.

My big baby of a husband.

When suddenly the alarm for his aftercare buzzed on my phone. Knowing how he would react, I decided to prepare the syringe with salt water first before waking him up.

“Bubba wake up, come on” I said softly, pulling down the comforters I softly patted him awake. His eyes soon opening slowly, his bloody mouth pulling into a lopsided goofy grin.

“Heyyy babyvirl” He slurred out, his hands playfully going up my shirt. Holding in another laugh, I slapped his hand away causing his eyes to water once again.

“We can do that later bub okay? Let me jus clean your mouth, can you do that?”

“You promise about later right?” He said with his eyes half lidded, reminding me of the times when he’d come home drunk from going out with his friends and he’d instantly turn into a ball of mush.

“I promise” I said softly, putting a bucket under his chin, pulling out the gauze and rinsing the exact place his tooth was with the syringe.

“There good boy” I said happily patting his head, his hand nuzzling into my hand like a dog would. Putting away the syringe and bucket, I cut off a new piece of gauze and tried to place it in when

“OWWW CHRIS” I winced out holding my fingers to my chest.

“Gotchu honey bun” He said chuckling, clenching his teeth together.

“No biting bubba, or no fun later” I said sternly holding his jaw in my hand, seeing him nod this time with a pout on his lips.

Successfully putting the new gauze in his mouth, I leant back onto the couch, exhausted and in dire need of a nap.

*knock knock*

Getting up to the front door, I opened it to see Scotty with Charlie in his hands.

"Momma" Charlie called out quietly, his arms extending in my direction as I carried him, his arms going around my neck.

"How's Chris?" Scott asked holding onto his nephew's toy buzz.

"Come see for yourself" I said chuckling letting him into the living room as I brought Charlie to the kitchen.

(In the Kitchen)

"Now did you behave for uncle scott?"

"Yes momma, we watched movies and ate izza" His four year old way of saying Pizza. His features mirrored that of Chris', the only thing he really got from me were my eyes and my personality which was pretty shy.

“Listen, dada is very very sleepy right now because he had to go see the Doctor. You understand hun?” I asked brushing back his hair.

“Dada sick?” Charlie pouted with his eyes watering, his expression matching that of Chris' earlier.

“No no no, he just needs a lot of sleep and rest, so let’s not be too loud okay?”

“okay momma” Nodding at him I did our usual routine of me kissing his cheeks and nose before I carried him onto my hip to bring him into the living room.

Without even entering the room, I could already hear Chris crying. Again. Sighing I walked in, Charlie’s head laying on my shoulder as he placed about with the locket around my neck.

“Y/n he has gone crazy, he thinks I lost Charlie”

Scott said laughing loudly with his phone in hand, pointing at Chris who was busy bawling his eyes out into the couch pillow.

“Charlie” He called out in between sobs, choking up and whining.

“Dada?” Charlie called out, as I set him down onto the plush carpet, stumbling his way towards his now crying father.

“Charlie?” Chris called out, his head now poking out from under the pillow, his gauze still sticking out of his mouth, his eyes red with tears.

“CHARLIE!” Chris exclaimed, instantly scooping up the tiny boy and holding him dearly to his chest.

“I missed you dada” Charlie said wrapping his arm around Chris' neck

“I missed you too” Chris said still sniffling, rubbing up and down Charlie's back comfortingly.

“Alright you two, lay back onto the sofa” I said watching as Chris laid back against the massive arm rest, Charlie laying on his chest comfortably. Tucking them in with the comforter and cups of water, I turned on the T.V to put on their favourite movie of Snoopy and Charlie Brown: The Peanuts Movie.

Before turning back to Scott, “Fancy a cup of coffee Scotty?”

“I’ll need it”

(Time Skip to 30 Mins)

After sending Scott off home, I decided to check on my two favourite boys, to walk in on what I expected to find. Both of them passed out, Charlie had used Chris’ pecs as his pillow, Chris' hands clasped around Charlie's body protectively.

Deciding to just leave them to it, I started to head towards the kitchen when I heard Chris call out, “Don’t think I forgot about later baby” An attempt at a smirk was on his face, as he nuzzled back into our baby boy, the movie still playing in the back ground